Always Check Moms Phone

Son's Perspective: Naked Office Selfies

The whole thing started when our law firm was expanding. My mother is a partner at this firm and she hired me after I graduated from law school. I helped write case briefs and do legal research, but eventually I was also involved with hiring new employees.

As mom put it,

"It's going to be hectic around here and I really need your help. I'm going to give you access to my office email and we'll be working closely together. Think of this as a promotion."

She gave me her email password and she'd leave her phone on her desk whenever she had a meeting. We shared the same office space, so trading information was easy.

One day, mom notified me of a job applicant she wanted me to look at; a former Assistant District Attorney who later became a corporate lawyer. This person had a wealth of knowledge when it came to dealing with government bureaucracy, which is what we needed.

As mom explained,

"She's a good friend of mine. She'll definitely be working here, but I want you to go through all the formalities of the hiring process so you get more experience."

I conducted an hour-long job interview with a woman named Amira, who had a lot in common with my mother. They were both the same age and had the same impeccable dedication to the legal profession.

The job interview went as expected. Basic questions and she gave me thorough answers. I was surprised by how attractive she was and how clinical she remained. Every time she spoke, it was like she was giving a deposition.

When the interview was almost done, she finally relaxed a bit.

"What's it like working with your mother?" Amira asked with a slight crinkling of her nose and gleam in her eyes.

It was the first time in the job interview that she expressed any sort of positive human emotion, aside from the initial smile from when we first met.

"Great," I replied. "She knows a lot and she's got a ton of experience. I'm learning something new everyday."

She looked amused. "Sorry, I meant what's it like working for your own mother. Meaning, is there any awkward tension? Any arguments spilling over from home? It seems like the plot of a sitcom, if you don't mind me saying."

"Ah, that. Yeah, we get asked about that a lot. Honestly, there's no way that I could have gotten this job without my mom's help. So I'm not complaining."

"Don't be hard on yourself," she said politely. "You can fit into any major law firm in this city."

"Thank you. Obviously I can say the same about you."

I gestured to her lengthy resume and she laughed.

"Fair point," she giggled. "I count my blessings daily."

"How long have you known my mom?" I asked.

Amira smiled and thought for a moment. "We met at a legal seminar, I believe two years ago. We were sitting at the same table at the convention hall and we had a connection. We stayed in touch ever since."

"Oh yeah, I remember mom going to that event."

There was more banter, before hitting an awkward silence.

"What happens next?" she asked.

"Well, obviously you already have the job. But sticking with formalities, I'll need your references and consent to do a background check."

"Is your mother making you do all this?"

"Yep. For practice. She enjoys mentoring me."

Amira nodded. "That's good. Your mother is an extremely thorough woman. I love that about her. It's why I wanted to provide my time and expertise to this law firm. Because your mother is doing something positive and I want to assist."

***

A few days later, I was alone in the private office that I shared with mom, sifting through internship applications. Everything was routine.

Then mom's phone beeped. By that point, I was accustomed to scooting over to mom's desk from the wheels on my chair and checking her phone.

Mom had sent Amira an email with the heading

Congratulations!

and this was the reply. Mom authorized me to check all of her business related emails and then to mark them as 'unread' so she could view them later.

Clicking open the message, I read the email,

Re: Congratulations!

~~~

Hi Joan,

I'm so glad your background check hadn't unearthed any major secrets about me, haha. My record is indeed perfect. And I'm thrilled to join your firm. It was great meeting your son along with the rest of your colleagues.

As a token of my gratitude, here are 3 older pictures from when I used to work at the DA's office years ago. I know how much it turns you on that I was a prosecutor.

kiss kiss,

Amira

~~~

There were 3 files attached to the email.

Naturally, it struck me as bizarre that a consummate professional like Amira would talk about 'turn ons' and end an email with

'kiss kiss'

to my mother. The tone of the email was informal compared to any of the conversations they had in the office.

I wondered if I should look at the pictures or not. Mom set a clear boundary that when I use her phone, it was for business emails, nothing else. But then again, this was attached to a work-related message.

So I opened the first image.

To my shock, there was a crystal clear image of Amira taking a selfie in an office, sitting on top of a desk. She was wearing a nice suit with a bright smile on her face. What made the image so shocking was that her office skirt was hiked up and her thighs were visible.

The next image was of Amira's fingers lifting the front of her skirt. Her face wasn't in that picture. It was a close-up of her lower body and her bare crotch was showing. She was cleanly shaven and it was obvious what the final image would be.

Amira showed a close-up image of her pussy in the last image. Her phone was placed between her legs for that shot. Her labia was dark, matching her complexion, but her entrance was a rosy shade of pink. She was wet and glistening. This was something she truly enjoyed doing.

With my mother coming back at any moment, I deleted the pics and marked that email as unread, deciding that I wouldn't say anything about this.

The only question on my mind was, why was Amira sending these pictures to my mother? Was it an accident? Or were they more than just friends? My mother is a workaholic, as most people who become partners in major firms are. She enjoys the grind and long hours, and as a result, she hadn't dated much in the past several years. And when she did go on dates, it was with men, particularly other lawyers.

As I skimmed through mom's recent correspondence with Amira, there was a clear flirtation between them. Even though I wasn't supposed to, I felt a strong urge to dig deeper.

I made sure I'd have privacy by checking through the glass wall. Mom wasn't in sight. Then I did something I thought I'd never do, which was to open mom's picture gallery. Like any modern woman, my mother takes a fair amount of pictures with her phone. Sometimes it's work related, sometimes it's ordinary.

As expected, the first row of pictures were of legal documents and food cooked by her friends (they often traded pictures of their cooking and shared recipes).

Scrolling down, it hit me.

Mom took a scantily-clad selfie in the bathroom in this building. Her blouse was undone and her black bra was showing. It was a sheer bra and I could faintly see the color of her nipples. Unable to resist, I zoomed in and saw that her nipples were dark pink.

Sifting through her private images, mom's picture gallery was a mixture of business, personal, and her secret sexual side. One image would be a billing statement, the next would be a close-up of mom's panties in the office.

Going further into the gallery, I saw it. Mom's breasts. They were beautifully shaped globes with large pink nipples. Her face was in the same selfie, which she had taken right here in her office while her top was open. She was expressionless in the picture, which made it sexier.

I saw a picture of mom's pussy, with the phone having been placed in between her legs, underneath the desk. Her pussy was pink and wet, with curly pubic hairs surrounding her entrance. In the next picture, two of her fingers were plunged inside of her vaginal canal.

There were also more downloaded pictures of Amira in the gallery. Like my mother, Amira enjoyed taking pictures of herself and her body parts while at work. But unlike my mother, Amira was more brazen, taking scandalous pictures throughout the workplace when no one was there. I also saw her breasts and dark nipples.

Was this mom's secret fetish? Was this the reason she was such good friends with Amira? Was this something they bonded over?

My mind was swirling and I knew I could never look at mom the same way, at least in the office. No one would guess that a professional woman like my mom could have a phone filled with adult content, let alone trading pictures with a fellow lawyer.

Not wanting to get caught, I put the phone down and went back to work. It was best to pretend that none of this ever happened, but I knew that would be impossible.

Mom's Perspective: Admission & Indulgence

Joan remained in the conference room after a meeting with the partners and associates of the firm. She was gathering her laptop and documents from the presentation she had given while the others had left.

As she had anticipated, Amira hung around with a smile, and they both stood at the front of the room while Joan closed her laptop. They were standing near the window where there was a beautiful view of the downtown skyline.

"You seemed a little off your game," Amira noted.

"Did I?"

"I could tell something was on your mind. Stress? Or something else?"

Joan folded her laptop's power cord. "I'm 90% sure my son knows."

"About?"

"You know,

this

," Joan said, gesturing towards the hem of her office skirt and giving it a slight lift to expose her thigh for a second.

Amira's eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled. "Oh my."

"I'm starting to think that hiring my own son was a mistake. It was supposed to be every mother's dream. I get to spend all my time with him, mentor him, keep a watchful eye on him."

"You're still doing all of those things. That's the hallmark of any great mother."

Joan shrugged. "I gave him limited access to my phone. I figured it would streamline our workflow, but you can guess how I think it's turned out."

"Oh!" Amira said, this time with a wry smile.

"You're not supposed to take enjoyment in that," Joan rebuked.

"I'm not?"

"No, you're definitely not."

Amira lifted an eyebrow. "I'll be the judge of that. Tell me more."

"I'm sure you get the idea. I noticed subtle changes in him. Most young men think they're sneaky, but a mother always knows. It's a maternal instinct that women possess."

"Any evidence that your son knows?"

"Take my word for it. I'm sure he saw something on my phone, even though I told him what the boundaries were."

"Suppose that's true," Amira opined after some deep thought. "Suppose your son stumbled across your secret collection. What's the harm?"

Joan pursed her lips. "Okay, now you've lost your mind."

"For the sake of argument, think of this as an opportunity. You don't have to hide it anymore. Your work and personal life will become easier."

"This might be our first actual disagreement. Would that turn you on, too?"

Amira laughed. "We'll get to that. For now, give me your panties."

In an instant, Joan's eyes scanned the glass walls of the conference room. There were a few people in sight, and as expected, they were busy with their workload. Then her eyes darted to the window, towards the office building across the street.

Turning her attention back to her friend, Joan reached underneath her skirt and slid her black panties down to her heels. She stepped out of them and handed it to Amira, who gladly accepted the offering.

"A welcoming gift," Joan said, pushing it deep into her friend's hand.

Amira tucked the panties into her blazer pocket. "Sit down and face the window."

"Do I have a choice?"

"You never do."

Hearing those words sent a rush of blood to her vagina. She loved surrendering control to a rightful person. So she sat down on the chair at the end of the table and scooted a little closer to the window.

"Is this what you want?" Joan asked, spreading her legs a little further.

"Skirt up. Two fingers in. We'll see if anyone in the other building is lucky enough to catch a glimpse of this."

"That would make their day, I'm sure."

Joan pulled her skirt up and her bare butt was rested on the fancy chair. She plunged two fingers into her pussy, while Amira glanced around to make sure no one would catch them. Because in their secret games, neither of them wanted to get caught. There was too much to lose.

They loved the secrecy of this. They were respectable women who got amazing rushes from exhibitionist acts in the office. It was something they had in common besides their education and status.

"Tell me what to think about," Joan said in a low voice, pushing her fingers in deeper.

"You already know."

"Really? Are you still serious about that?"

Amira licked her lower lip. "Imagine being on your knees, underneath a desk, giving your son oral. The sweet, loving kind. But fast enough so that neither of you would get caught."

"That's so, so bad."

Allowing her mind to wander towards this heinous idea, Joan pleasured herself. In all honesty, this wasn't her first time masturbating while thinking about her son. But this time was different.

She knew that Amira was an unstoppable force. Together, they pushed each other's boundaries to new sexual heights. Deep down, she knew it would only be a matter of time before Amira's wishes came true and she was made to orally pleasure her own son.

While masturbating in front of the window, she imagined herself on her knees, sucking her son's dick so lovingly with her head bobbing. Her eyes scanned the other building for voyeurs. None so far. She kept on rubbing while her mind wandered to dark places. The image of her mouth flooding with cum was so vivid she could almost taste it.

"I'm close," Joan moaned, rubbing faster.

"Go on, cum. This is something I need a record of. It's too intense."

While bringing herself to an orgasm, she spread her legs further so that Amira could get on her knees and take pictures of this. Joan's pussy was drenched and her fingers were drilling herself. The sight of Amira holding a phone to her pussy was exciting. She loved the focused expression on Amira's face, who was trying to capture the perfect images.

When she came, she watched Amira take several pictures at various angles and distances. This would be a picture collection for the ages because it was their first time playing together at the firm.

After the orgasm coated her fingers, Joan laughed at the absurdity of the moment and pulled her office skirt down, in case anyone were to walk by. Amira also stood upright and tried to act natural.

"You see," Amira said with a smirk. "The result speaks for itself. Your orgasm was different today. You became wet faster. And the look on your face was conflicted, which made you so much more aroused."

"Maybe, maybe not. But thank you."

Amira leaned down and put her hands on the armrest. "I know you thought about your son while you came. Let's make a deal. If you send me blowjob pictures of you and him, then I'll send you pictures of me sucking off a partner at this firm."

"You're going to suck off a partner at this firm?" Joan asked, knowing it would probably happen.

"I've never done anything sexual with a colleague. But if we're going to play games, then let's play games. I'm only going to be at this firm for a while, so we should make the best of it."

"Okay, I'll think about it. Why do you think I came so fast?"

She watched Amira become breathless for a moment.

***

As she sat at her desk the next day, observing her son work diligently on his computer, she wondered if Amira had a point. To her, Amira was a goddess of body and mind. Amira was a woman who could do no wrong.

"You've become faster with writing memos," she said.

He stopped typing. "It gets easier with practice."

This was all Joan could think about. From last night until now, whenever she had a moment of free time, this crossed her mind. The ultimate sexual perversion. It excited her when she thought about it last night in bed, but she resisted the urge to masturbate. Some things are better left untouched, she had thought.

But now, as she looked at her son's tired eyes, the idea seemed better and better. If anyone deserved oral relief in this law firm, it was definitely her son. She had put him through the wringer. She gave him a workload that was probably too much in hindsight because she treated him like a veteran lawyer, instead of a novice.

Perhaps it was time to give an early bonus? She pushed that thought away.

"It's okay to have a break," she said casually. "You look a little tired. If you want to play games on your computer, go ahead."

He laughed. "I never thought you'd encourage me to play video games, especially at work."

"You've earned it. I'm proud of you. I mean that."

"Thanks mom," he replied, appreciating the gratitude. "Honestly, I'm too embarrassed to play games here. Someone could walk by and look through the glass and see what's on my screen."

"Does that embarrass you? Would you feel like less of a lawyer?"

"Basically, yeah. Wouldn't you feel the same way if you saw a lawyer playing video games during work hours?"

"How about my phone then?" she asked, as if the words had accidentally slipped out of her mouth, rather than actually spoken.

For a moment, he looked dumbfounded, and Joan made a snap decision to keep her poker face, instead of changing the subject. She decided on keeping a face that she used in a courtroom, serious and straight-forward.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm not upset, but I know you saw the contents of my phone. I'm not mad. It was my fault."

"What?" he gulped.

"I can tell you're nervous. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Like I said, I'm not mad."

"That was an accident," he confessed. "I checked Amira's email and she had those pictures attached."

"Figures. And it was completely my fault, and I feel horrible about it."

"I'll stop looking through your phone," he blushed.

"No, our workflow is great. I don't want to disrupt anything. Actually... maybe..."

"What is it?"

She forced the words out of her mouth. "Did you look at my picture gallery?"

The expression on her son's face said it all. There was no denying what the answer was and a silence lingered in the office for a moment.

"Sorry," he replied.

Joan picked up her phone and walked over to her son, who looked like he was expecting a slap across the face. Instead, she had other ideas. She opened her gallery and spent a few moments scrolling down.

Then she handed the phone to her son.

"That's my favorite picture," she said. "I had never felt so sexy, if I'm allowed to say that."

The image was of herself taking a selfie while her blouse was open and her nipples and breasts were lifted out of a bra. Her pink nipples were fully erect and her face was stoic in the picture. It was taken in the firm's lobby in the early hours before anyone else had arrived, and she was standing next to the firm logo on the wall.

As expected, her son feasted his eyes on the image.

"Why are you showing this to me?" he asked, eyes still on the screen.

She felt her heart pounding. "Partly because I'm extremely proud of how you've adjusted to a professional space. Partly because this is an early bonus. And... maybe I'll explain the rest when we get home. But for now, keep a lookout, okay? My reputation would be ruined if anyone saw this."