The Dancer's Son

All characters are over the age of 18.

I'm blaming Yvonne if only to assuage my own guilt. My lovely boy, see, there I go again with no provocation whatsoever. My Son had celebrated his eighteenth birthday only the other week. We held a virtual office party to celebrate his coming of age. Yvonne asked me to give him a kiss from her. I pecked him chastely on the cheek.

"That's not a kiss, that's a Mother's kiss," zoomed over the internet.

"I'm his Mother!"

"Pretend!"

I leaned in for a slightly less chaste kiss on my wonderful Son's delicious lips, I didn't plan to make it a long kiss.

"Tongue!"

"Really?"

"Really! You're not his Mother you're me, his Auntie 'Vonne and I'm not really his Auntie so kiss him just like I would!"

I knew exactly how Yvonne would kiss a handsome eighteen year old, I'd seen her at work. Right on the top of his cock then sliding her lips down until they circled the root of his cock and the head was down her throat. Her throat and tongue would massage his entire length until his hot, sticky, delicious, virile semen pulsed out of his big, beautiful balls, thundered up his glorious shaft and jetted out of the end of his magnificent cock-head to cascade down her throat and into her belly. And she's happily married with two beautiful Daughters!

Of course I'd no actual idea as to true magnificence of my wonderful Son's cock nor yet the size of his balls. Not even the quality and quantity of his delicious spunk, but I could dream my naughty dreams, couldn't I? After all I had been indulging in them for a great many years.

My tongue probed and to my utter delight Adam's tongue touched mine. I tried again and there it was, again. I was just getting into it, against my will, you understand when Bill, the Company CEO suggested that he would settle for a firm shake of the hand. I reluctantly eased back and shook my Son's hand quite formally. James and Doug also settled for a firm handshake. Susan needed a kiss, just like Yvonne's. Jeff coughed politely just as I was loosing what little control I had left and asked for a handshake. And so it went on until Janice, the last at the 'party'.

"I'll have a kiss please Adam, like a Son that wasn't kissing his Mother.

Adam stepped in like a Clarke Gable kissing his leading lady! My head swooned, my body went limp and my arms dangled uselessly, c'mon you've all seen the still from the movie, and everyone laughed delightedly.

My 'phone pinged.

'Now tell me your panties aren't wet!' Yvonne challenged.

'I can't!' I sent back.

'I know! Our dirty little secret. Enjoy.'

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It all went right or wrong, depending on whether you are me or my Mum, when I was sixteen and waiting for my GCSE results. Now don't go about setting off the alarm bells and screaming underage sex! Let me finish. There was no sex involved whatsoever, quite the opposite in fact. I got a job! Mum was livid when I told her I had an interview the following day. I was on top of the world, she said I was bloody stupid!

"You've got a good head on your shoulders, get yourself off to University then get a proper job with real prospects not some half arsed job with no future. Don't screw your life up!"

That was always Mum's go to phrase, 'Don't screw your life up!' It was always said with bitterness and in such a way that implied that I had been responsible for her screwed up life.

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I cycled, taking it easy so that I didn't arrive all hot and sweaty, arriving ten minutes early. I had to fill in a simple form with my name, full address and contact 'phone number, then 'walk through that door and take a seat at one of the desks'. It was a vast room with rows and rows of school desks and chairs, many already occupied. I chose to sit at the front and got myself comfortable. The room quickly filled. A guy entered and sat at the desk on the rostrum out front. Silence fell on the room.

"We are not specifically looking for formal, proven qualifications. We are seeking a certain type of person, with an aptitude and more than a hint of particular ability rather than a string of high level qualifications. Having said that the aptitude and ability we are seeking would probably enable you to obtain a string of high level qualifications. I shall place a set of test papers on your desk, face down. You will not turn them over until I give the word. On the back page you are required to enter your full name, address and contact 'phone number. You can complete that while I am distributing the papers. You have one hour to complete all questions. Any questions?"

Twenty minutes later I'm looking around the room trying to catch the invigilators eye.

"Problem?"

"I hope not, I've err finished."

"Excellent! Bring your papers to me and leave quietly. If you haven't heard from us by tomorrow afternoon you can safely assume that you have been unsuccessful in your application. Thank you for attending."

As I walked out the door I had only one thought -- finished a one hour test in twenty minutes, cocked that up good and proper, didn't I. Better start thinking about going to Uni.?

At 3 o'clock that afternoon I received a 'phone call, 'could I attend for stage two the following morning?' I attended stages three and four on subsequent days and was invited for a final interview that evening.

"I have one position at the level we advertised and two others," said the interviewer as the three of us sat in his office, "I'd like each of you to tell me why you think that you should have the position we advertised, would ladies first be unfair?"

"Not if I can first ask a few questions?"

"Ask away."

"Am I correct in thinking that I completed the tests and left the hall first at each session?"

"Yes, by a long way."

"How many of my responses were what you were looking for?"

"All of them."

"Last question, how old are these two gentlemen?"

"They are both 24 and each have an Msc."

"I'm 16 and I'm waiting for my GCE results. That makes me at least eight years ahead of them. Think what I might achieve for your company, with the right training in the right environment in the next eight years."

At eighteen I was assistant head of my section. At nineteen I was head of my own section, they called it the 'Odd Balls Section' we dealt with all kinds of stuff. I managed to obtain a mortgage and had my own three bed, semi-detached house before I was twenty one.

I'd been in my new post a couple of months when, one Friday morning, I received an email from Yvonne, one of my fellow section heads.

'Party at mine tomorrow night -- fancy joining us?'

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My 'phone played the opening bars of 'Love of my Life' by Queen. My son Adam had sent me a text message which arrived as I was waiting patiently in the 'Click and Collect' queue.

I read the text 'this is for you when you're ready! I waited for the image to download. Ooh my! Well that clearly wasn't intended for me! I chuckled. I didn't even speculate as to who it might have been intended for. Nice cock, just like his Father's I mused happily. As I saved the wonderful image to 'Gallery' I rolled back the years while I waited for my turn to collect.

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Yvonne's house was very similar to mine, the first step on the property ladder. Mine was rather blandly decorated, soft browns and off whites. Nothing fancy just clean and tidy. Yvonne's was striking, feature walls in vibrant colours. Stark black and white furniture, chromium accessories. All very bold.

I knew everybody present, all from the company, they made me feel very welcome. It wasn't riotous, just eight guys plus Susan, Janice, Yvonne and myself. Music played quietly in the background while we chatted about anything other than work, drank moderately and nibbled nibbles. It took a while for me to realise that our numbers were dwindling. Just Susan, Janice and myself together with Doug, Jim and Alan. Where had the others gone? I excused myself and headed for the kitchen. Nope! The back door was locked so not in the garden. Upstairs? I headed quietly upstairs, looking for the loo if anybody asked. I heard noises and headed towards the likely door. I eased it open.

Yvonne was naked and kneeling on the bed. Jeff was also naked. He stood behind her with his cock buried in her cunt. John was sitting on the bed, naked and with his cock down Yvonne's throat. Steve, Harry and James were also naked and stroking a very nice cock each, their own I hasten to add.

Yvonne must have sensed the door opening. Releasing John's piece of impressive man meat she looked straight at me;

"Thank god, reinforcements at last! Be an angel, give me a hand."

"A hand?" I challenged delightedly.

"A hand, mouth, cunt, arse? Any or all?"

Five not too unattractive guys each with a better than decent cock? I hadn't had any action since New Year's Eve! I didn't need further encouragement. I stripped off and knelt on the bed opposite Yvonne. I was dripping and ready before my panties had hit the carpet.

Steve stood behind me, his fat length slipped straight into me without hesitation on his part and was made very welcome by my part. Steve didn't rush but slowly and steadily got my poor, underused cunt ready for a long night of very serious sex. Harry climbed onto the bed in front of me and offered his throbbing cock. Opening my mouth wide I pushed my head down. I paused when his cock hit the top of my throat and tilted my head as much as possible to look him in the eye. He grinned delightedly. I winked back happily and fed his cock gently into my, out of practice, throat.

The guys rotated at regular intervals. Steve moved to Yvonne's mouth, Harry to my cunt, John to Yvonne's cunt. Jeff took a break and James took his place in her cunt. After that it became a bit of a blur as each cock fucked my mouth then my cunt.

It came as a bit of a surprise to find Doug sitting in front of me with his rampant cock inviting my tonsils to take a closer look. I didn't hesitate. He moved to my cunt and Jim fed my mouth. We took a break after Jim had fucked Yvonne.

"What has happened to Susan and Janice?" I asked during the lull.

"Oh, they're in the other bedroom. There's not enough room for the four of us on the one bed." replied Yvonne cheerfully, "do you take it up your arse?"

I just grinned happily.

"The guys use condoms when they fuck our arses, saves any complications from moving from arse to mouth or cunt."

During the first session the guys had managed not to cum while ensuring that us girls did, copiously. On the resumption it was a totally different matter. On each circuit I received one load of spunk, mouth and cunt. None in my arse though. The guys were good, experienced at fucking and they made sure we received as good as we gave. We stopped for regular breaks so the guys could recharge their balls. We'd return to the bedrooms, maybe adopt a different position or combination and carry on. Our quiet get together had morphed into a fantastic fuck fest. Breaks were taken in the lounge with everybody naked and not shy about feeling each other up. I was DP'ed, arse and cunt and Jim added his to make me airtight. I finished the night about three in the morning with two loads of spunk in my arse. The last sex acts of my night.

Monday morning was met with some trepidation. I needn't have worried. Not one smirk from anybody including my fellow revellers. No knowing grins just ten very simple emails 'Hope you had an enjoyable weekend' in each case I replied with 'Tiring but very pleasant, thank you for asking.' At twelve thirty, one from Yvonne 'Three Horseshoes? 1o'clock?'

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"You seemed to be enjoying yourself or are you just a great actress?"

"I had a wonderful time. Thank you for inviting me."

"My pleasure, err everybody's pleasure as it happens. I wonder if..."

"Stop teasing, spit it out!"

"You're like me, I think. Love sex? Can't get enough?"

"Yeah, it's been a bit short in supply lately. Don't need a boyfriend, they get too clingy, one or two nights is often enough for me."

"Same here, variety is the spice of my life too. Do you dance?"

"What? Err yeah, got a few good moves. Where did that come from?"

"Weekends I'm a dancer. In the clubs. If guys are appreciative they can dance with my mouth. More appreciation and they can dance with my cunt. If they are really enthusiastic they can dance with my arse. Lots of variety, know what I mean. On a good weekend I can earn a lot more than a few bob. Interested?"

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I became a part time whore with Yvonne. We'd work the clubs Friday and Saturday nights, sometimes we didn't have time to go home between shifts. It was fun. My daytime salary paid my mortgage and the usual bills. My night-time income supplied the little extras, like my first VW Camper Van. I was getting more cock than a sane girl could ever need but then I wasn't sane, I was an odd ball and head of the section. What I wasn't getting was 'me' time. I worked weekends, in the past they were sacrosanct, I walked, cycled and enjoyed the outdoors to unwind. Once I went on the game weekends belonged to men, plural, and the outdoors was restricted to taking the scenic route home from the office, on foot. After two years I'd had enough cock to last me a lifetime and a nice little nest egg. While on the train up to the city one Friday evening I told Yvonne that I'd give it one more year then retire. I felt it only fair to warn her as we often worked as a couple, a nice little earner.

Two or three weeks later I had a guy, wanted head then a fuck. No problem. He remained in his chair, with an audience while I got his cock out and his clothing out of the way. Instantly I realised he wasn't like the usual punter. They were a totally different breed, nondescript, miserable looking, not, shall I say, well equipped? They purchased sex because they couldn't get what they wanted from other women or their wives and or girlfriends. They obviously had money, the clubs weren't cheap and nor were my services. This guy was a horse of a totally different colour, good looking, smartly dressed, chatty and friendly. He also had a cock to die for. A beauty and trust me, I knew my way around cocks.

I started with my mouth, it felt wonderful but I couldn't take it all down my throat by a long way. No matter I enjoyed his wriggling and squirming.

"You carry on like that and I'll fill your belly and you'll have to wait around until I'm ready to fill your cunt!"

I released his cock from the depths of my mouth and smiled up at him.

"I can wait. Can you?"

He could and in due course I swallowed every drop gleefully. He would say he went soft and shrank but our entire audience would have been delighted to have hard what he had 'soft'. I continued to play with him until he was ready to enjoy my dripping cunt.

He was ready. I reached into the little pouch on my belt, the only item of clothing I wore, and pulled out a condom. I had a simple rule, oral was bareback, cunt or arse and you were rubbered up. A few queried it. I told them I didn't want them giving me something nasty for me to pass onto others and I didn't want to pass anything on to them to take home to their wife.

I started to roll the rubber over his nice big fat cock and instantly realised that it was going to be a very tight fit. There was a clear possibility that this cock would split the rubber if I even got a little bit energetic and with a cock like that I was definitely going to get energetic. I mentally checked the contents of my shoulder bag in the staff changing room. Was I certain I'd seen the little red heart shaped pill box that contained my supply of Morning After pills?

I'd stopped taking the pills because I wasn't in a relationship. My cunt was for sale and only if invaded by a rubbered up cock. My menstrual cycle gave me a break and a chance to recover. The Morning After supplies covered for any accidents. I got condoms by the gross and half a dozen Morning After pills, just in case, from the clinic where I went for a check up each month.

I rolled the rubber carefully down the three quarters of his magnificent piece of meat that it could take and carefully climbed aboard. When you're selling your cunt you don't cum unless it's part of the deal. It's just too exhausting. You fake it as often as you can so the punter thinks he's the dog's bollocks but you never cum for real.

I wasn't even half way down when the shudders started. I rested my hands on his wide shoulders to steady myself as my body shook. Fuck, that is not supposed to happen!

"You OK?"

I nodded dumbly and waited until the trembling stopped. I came twice more before I'd taken most of his length.

"You don't have to take it all," he murmured with a wicked smile.

My returning smile made it perfectly clear that I did, a matter of pride. Anyway I didn't want to have nightmares, in my dotage, of the cock I couldn't take now did I? Once I had finally bottomed out I let the joy flow through me before I rose and dropped myself down again. Came that time as well. I fucked that beautiful cock with abandon. We both felt the rubber split!

"I can take it out?"

I leaned in close, placed my lips to his ear and whispered clearly and precisely;

"Don't you fucking dare!"

It felt so right when he erupted deep in my cunt. I came instantly and it kept rolling with each and every ejaculation as he blasted the walls of my fuck tunnel. I'd not enjoyed that feeling since Yvonne's party. My cunt was full to the brim with magnificent man meat and his spunk.

On the train home I opened my bag, saw the little red heart shaped box containing my Morning After pills and reached inside. Pulling out a tube of Extra Strong Mints I offered one to Yvonne and took one for myself. They went back into my bag which I closed firmly.

I continued with the night shift through my pregnancy. As my belly got bigger so did my 'appreciation', they even paid to feel Adam kicking and extra to place their ear against my belly to hear his heart beat. I took cock in my cunt until it became too painful and cock in my mouth until I couldn't get back on my feet without help. Adam was a few days early and the ambulance came to the office to get me.

Mother conceded that at least I'd got my career sorted before I became an unmarried mother, unlike herself. She gave unstinting support when I was allowed to leave the hospital. Ten days or so later I took Adam into the office to show my darling boy off. Something came up, I sat at my desk and sorted it while Adam entertained the staff. I went in the next day, a little later than normal, armed with everything Adam might need for the day. I changed him in the Ladies Cloakroom and fed him at my desk, very discretely.

My job and that of my colleagues involved periods of high stress. The management fully understood this and periods of relaxation was not only allowed but encouraged. Adam quickly became the go to guy for relaxation. Heads would pop around the door;

"May I have a quick chat with Adam?"

They'd pull up a chair alongside his pram and natter away about anything, often work. My few weeks old Son would gurgle happily and wave his hands and legs around enthusiastically. They would eventually leave with a cheery;

"Thanks for your help Adam. Be good, see you soon."

They'd get a gurgle and a wave in return.

A few days later they'd be back;

"Morning Adam, just popping by to say your ideas worked a treat. Thanks very much."

I didn't laugh. I knew exactly what they were meaning. Even Bill, the CEO would pop in for a 'chat' with my Darling Baby Boy. About six months down the line Bill stopped by, called a cheery 'Hi!' to Adam and pulled up a chair.

"Think we need to formalise the situation vis-a-vis Adam," he opened without preamble.

I held my breath.

"He's doing a great job as our resident Shrink so I'm going to give him his own office and stick him on the payroll. Over the weekend the guys will be coming in to take down the partition between this office and the one next door. We'll put a low partition and a gate type door in so you can keep an eye on him. As to the payroll, the tax man will get a bit uppity if I have a 6 month old baby on it, not to mention the Child Welfare teams. Anything he needs you get on expenses, Counselling Project, anything, food clothes, toys, nappies the lot! OK?"