CHAPTER 4: OFFICE TRAINING
Something woke Toni up. It was still early but not too early. The light outside the window was showing the early signs of the new day, the birds were just rousting the night and beginning their calls and songs. It was that, though, and it was the weekend so a longer sleep would be normal for her. She fully opened her eyes and turned onto her back.
"What are you doing?" Her mom. Her mom was lying next to her with her head braced with her bent arm. She was just looking at her. "Mom, what are you doing?"
"Just watching you." She leaned over and kissed her. She was beaming. Her hair was a mess but she radiated happiness. "Wait there, the coffee should be ready." She watched with wonder as her mom nearly bounced out of the room naked down the hall in the direction of the kitchen. Toni didn't stay there, she went into the bathroom but was propping herself against the headboard when Jean returned with a tray of coffee and English muffins.
Jean crawled onto the bed and positioned herself next to her daughter against the headboard. After a few necessary sips of caffeine, Toni asked again, "Why were you watching me? Isn't that kind of weird?"
Jean ran the fingers of one hand over her daughter's bare thigh. She carefully rolled to the side for a quick kiss on Toni's exposed nipple. "So ... I was doing it for the same reason it isn't weird." Toni raised an eyebrow. It was a signature move of Toni's, something Jean was very familiar with that said, 'explain'. "Love. I always have, of course. This feeling is different, though. I'm not sure how to classify it ... not just your mother, though ... something more." Jean paused and turned her head to see her daughter's reaction. "Is this weird?"
"Not weird, no." Toni put her mug on the side table and turned to her mom. She kissed the closest breast and nipple, her hand moving to fondle the other breast. She settled her cheek on the breast and found her fingers roaming down her mom's stomach. "No, not weird. It puts my own feelings into some focus. I haven't known what to make of what's happening."
Jean sighed and stroked a hand over her naked daughter's back, then pressed her head firmly into her breast. She casually opened her legs as Toni's fingers lightly grazed over her mound and softly delved further onto the soft lips of her pussy.
Jean continued, "You realize you've shared my bed every night since we started at Collins Sales." It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. Toni nodded as both continued their finger play. "This morning it hit me. Every day we are ravaged by several or all of the men and their big cocks. Every day we're fucked, we suck, we're exposed and groped and fondled. Then we come home and it is us ... quiet and casual ... soft lips, stroking fingers, probing tongues.."
Toni lifted her head and kissed the nipple she had been pressed against. "It's like a rejuvenating ritual. I know exactly what you mean, mom. I didn't know if I was being silly. You let me come to your bed and it felt so good ... and right. I guess I just wanted to share even more with you."
Jean kissed her daughter on the lips. It was a full, heartfelt kiss but soft. "Any regrets about what we're doing, dear? You know we can put a stop to this or modify it if we want. You know I'll support you and Jacob will, too."
"No, mom. I love it. I love it all. It's what we said when Jacob came to you with the idea. It gives us what we've wanted without picking guys up; it gives us what we want with security. I know it is going to evolve and expand and I am really curious and excited to find out how. The other day when Caleb was fucking me across his desk and Terrell came in and began fucking my mouth ... God, mom ... it was amazing."
Jean smiled devilishly. "I have some thoughts, then."
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The entire office was in the conference room around the six-foot diameter table. The two women had seats on either side of Jacob and his sons spread out from them. The Monday morning meeting was their routine for starting out the new week catching up on development from the past week, expected development for the coming week, and issues with clients or customers that will need handling. They also review schedules and any travel. At that point, Toni cautiously jumped in.
"Having a verbal review and comment on schedules is fine, but I could easily establish an office calendar to record the major things that others should be aware of. It can include vacation and travel. Mom and I already handle the calendars of two of you, we can just pull the information from the individual ones."
All four of the men nodded, Jacob responded, "Excellent idea, Toni. I'll leave that in your hands with your mom." He paused and looked around the table, "All right, anything we missed?"
Matt shifted his chair and softly said, "Just what we talked about yesterday." The three sons glanced at the two women. He added, "Is this the right time?"
Toni looked across to Jean and Jean looked at Jacob. "What did you talk about yesterday? About us? Is something wrong, something not working?"
Jacob reached over and patted Jean's closest hand, then softly grasped it. "Yes, we talked about you two yesterday. The boys and I frequently get together for a BBQ and beer. We like time together that isn't at work even if we sometimes still talk about work. And, yes, the conversation went to you ... the two of you. But far from anything being wrong. Very much on the contrary. To be honest, we anticipated some occasional opportunity of sex, to be blunt, a quick suck or fuck. Your ... both of you ... your willingness and openness and enthusiasm has astounded us. You have given us sex, indulged in exhibitionism at our suggestion by remaining naked, but you've also come in early or stayed late a couple of times to finish projects." He glanced at his sons. "We didn't expect this ... this devotion to both sides of the job. We didn't think we would get efficient, effective help in running the office. You should know that and at some point, we'll figure out how to reward that effort."
Jean smiled, thanked them, said how much they both enjoyed the real part of the job and working for them. Then, "We talked this weekend, too." She looked at Toni who nodded her approval. "You've given us some preferences for our dress: mini-skirts or dresses, thigh-high stockings, and heels."
Toni interrupted, "Or not, like no bras ..."
Jean chuckled, "Yes, exactly, we don't mind and think it is fun, but we'd like some flexibility on that."
Jacob immediately agreed, "Absolutely! We're just pleased you will do it, all of it. It doesn't have to be every day." Little did he know what the women really were thinking.
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Once again they are sitting in the car outside the office getting themselves ready for another big step. This one was their own making, though. When they had asked for some flexibility, they didn't mean more conservative dress some days, they wanted to have more fun with it since the office never had visitors unless it was planned ahead around a client visit to meet with a local customer.
"Ready?" Jean looked to the passenger side at her daughter.
Toni was looking at the office door smiling. "This feels so wicked. Yes, ready."
