CEO Mommy : Mom To Bimbo 7

Janice Majors put it all on the line when she made her son Emory the manager of their A.I tech-company, but a bad decision by Emory sees their stock plummet.  He has a meeting with Janice, and Janice uses their A.I technology to determine how to discipline Emory.  The computer’s suggestions are unconventional, but Janice must trust that it’ll work.  Read as the A.I instructs her to take her son inside her in a naughty boardroom session that’ll leave you gasping.

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“Spank me, Emory.  I’ve been naughty.  Teach me a lesson.  Let it all out.”

Emory raised his hand.  This was the moment.  His palm hung in the air as he stared down on his mom’s toned ass.  He thought about how she’d made him feel during that meeting.  He thought of all the pent-up angst that his stressful job delivered.  He thought of how his mom bossed him around.

Suddenly his palm moved, lightning quick and with purpose.  Emory made the decision in an instant, just like he always had.  His hand struck his mom’s ass and he heard the smack ring out around the room.

“Yes!” Janice yelped, looking down at the floor.  Her mouth was smirking, but Emory didn’t need to know that.  “Come on, you can do better than that, mister boss-man.”

Emory’s lip curled and he raised his hand again.  He swiped it down across his mom’s ass for a second time, beginning to relish the yelp that lurched from her lungs when his hand connected.

“Yes!” she cried, and again Emory hit her.

He delivered several quick volleys to his mom’s ass, one after the other, without respite.  Janice startled to wriggle as she felt the painful heat arrive in her ass.  A squirt of pee erupted in her panties, and she felt a joyous shame.

“You’ve made me pee myself,” she wailed, somewhere between fright and glee.

Emory felt briefly ashamed, but his mom guided him back around to his role before he had time to apologize.

“Lift up my skirt and see what you’ve done,” she urged.

Emory toyed at the hem of his mom’s skirt, sliding it slowly up her legs and revealing more and more of her stockings until he found the thick band of fabric at the top.  He spied her bare thighs, and they turned him on more than he thought they would.  Seeing an intimate part of the formidable Janice Majors was something few men got to do.

“Oh, mom,” he hushed, lifting the skirt above her ass and spying the crimson shade on her otherwise bright red, silk panties.

“You did that to me,” she wriggled, kicking her legs.  “And I’m not done being punished.”

Emory shook his head and tried to look away, but his eyes kept returning to his mom’s perfectly round, toned ass.  She’d sculpted it in gym sessions with her personal trainer, and now Emory was seeing the fruits of her labor splayed out across his lap.  Her cheeks were flushed red, as though her ass was embarrassed.

“Look, Emory,” Janice insisted, kicking her legs.

Her face was becoming red from her efforts, but she wasn’t about to move.  This was a transformative moment for Emory, and she didn’t want to squander it now that it had begun to blossom.

Emory closed his eyes and started to rub his mom’s cheeks.  He tried to calm his breath, but he couldn’t.  They came deeper, fueling his inner desire.  He felt his cock stiffen and bloom in his pants.

Janice felt it too.  She grinned from ear to ear as it prodded up into her.  She knew she had him, she just had to coax him a little more along her path of sin.

“Slide my panties over,” she cried, using that same slutty voice that had got her here.

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