Mother’s Submission – Part 5 (Amy and the Chairperson)

Hi Guys, this is Alex, back with more BDSM stories

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This is a new series that includes Incest, Masturbation, Dominance, Slave-training, Piss-Drinking, Mom-Son sex and much more degrading stuff. This is a Fictional Story and in no way represents any person from the real world. Have fun reading.

Mom was enjoying our dicks, and we were finding new ways to keep her on her toes. She extended her leave by a month. She instructed the entire house help to take an extended leave of a few months until further notice.

She wanted to keep the house empty for the three of us so that we could fuck her anytime and in any corner of our entire premises. She could moan at the top of her voice.

For the next 10 days, Ryan and I fucked Mom in every corner of our house. We double-penetrated her ass, pussy and mouth. We did our best to humiliate the shit out of her, and Mom enjoyed it all.

We spanked her in the open, tied a leash to her neck, and walked her around our garden. We made her pee like a bitch, fed her from a doggy bowl, and many more things.

Mom had turned into a proper sex slave and enjoyed each and everything we did with our bodies. Ryan and I wanted to explore more, but we also understood the risk of exposing her to many people. She was the face of our company, and everyone knows her as the CEO.

However, the days of her retiring from this position were not too far. Mom was about to hand over the CEO position to my brother Ryan and promote me to the CFO position in the company. We both were eligible as we had completed our MBA and were already part of the board.

Ryan and I started going to the office, and it became a routine. We brothers would go alternate days to the office, finish our meetings and come home and fuck our Mom. One of us would always stay at home to satisfy our mother’s sexual drive.

There were times when Mom had to come down to the office. She still had her commitments as an ex-CEO.  When Mom came to the office, Ryan and I would tag along. We decided to change her dressing style. We gave her a bit more exposing dresses to wear while in the office.

Mom was happy to obey her Master’s commands and did as she was told. I even stopped her from wearing any undergarments and stuffed her ass with a 5-inch long butt plug.

I could see eyes ogling at her body whenever she walked on the floor. Men, women, and everyone noticed the change in Mom’s behavior and dressing style.

Ryan and I made Mom attend the Board meetings dressing like a slut with her holes stuffed with a butt plug and a vibrator. I even turned on the vibrator during meetings while she was presenting or talking.

Mom was professional enough to keep her face straight. No one could sense what was going on under her skirt. It was all going well for us for a couple of months.

Ryan was settling down as the CEO, and I used my expertise to settle the company’s finances. We three were professionals in front of everyone in the office. As soon as we were back home, Mom would strip down before stepping out of the car and get ready to be fucked like a whore by her boys.

Amy was having the time of her life. Ryan and I kept her on her toes 24 hours a day. The thrill of having an orgasm in the middle of a board meeting, biting her lips not to make a noise, made it even more exciting for Amy.

Mom made sure Ryan and I were well-versed in the business. She took her own sweet time to mentor us during office times. She helped us learn the smallest things about the business. She had 5 roadmaps before she announced her retirement from the company to become a full-time whore.

Ryan and I grew confident in our positions at the company. We started making our own decisions. Ryan shifted my office next to his so Mom didn’t have to run a lot between the floors to meet her sons.

We restructured our offices with wooden doors, soundproof walls, and sturdy tables. We were planning for the future, and Mom understood our plans.

The board chairperson was a good friend of my father’s. To our luck, he selected his apprentice to be elected as the next Chairperson. It happened to be his son, Paul.

Paul was a dear friend of Ryan and me. We three grew up together in the company. Ryan and I wanted to get the Board Of Directors in our favor for the future. To do that, we had to build a professional reputation with Paul.

Paul’s father announced retirement from the company and was out of the picture. He invited us to his retirement party at his house. We dressed Amy in the sluttiest manner and made our way to the party. The target of the evening was Paul.

Paul was in his late 20s and was the smartest guy we knew. He deserved to be the Chairperson as he understood the responsibilities of this position. The Board of Directors agreed to this fact, and so did we.

As the party continued, I could see Paul eyeing our Mom. Amy, too, was flaunting her body, flirting with the board members as she sipped her drink. Ryan and I were sitting in a corner, observing our Mom and the crowd.

As the time passed, people started leaving. Paul’s father retired to his bedroom, and in the end, it was just Ryan, me, Paul, and Mom.

“Gentlemen,” Paul raised his glass with a grin, “to power moves and bigger bonuses.”

Ryan smirked. “And to Paul’s eternal bachelorhood.”

Paul laughed. “Hey, someone has to keep this party interesting.”

Just then, the sliding door opened. Amy walked in — sharp, graceful, and every bit the legend she was as the former CEO. “I hope you boys saved some of that for me,” she said with a smile that could still command a boardroom or a ballroom.

“Amy,” Paul stood up a little too quickly, straightening his shirt. “You look… wow. Like you walked straight out of a memory.”

Amy raised an eyebrow, amused. “Still the charmer, Paul?”

Paul, emboldened by nostalgia and maybe a splash too much bourbon, leaned closer. “You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you in school. You still have that same spark, Amy.”

Amy laughed, setting her glass down. “That spark runs a billion-dollar company now.”

Paul grinned. “Even more reason to ask, may I have this dance?”

The jazz shifted to a slow swing. Amy looked at him for a beat, then shook her head slightly with a smile. “You always did have guts, Paul. Let’s see if your dancing’s improved too.”

As the two danced under the soft lights, Ryan leaned toward Alex and said, “Well, this party just took a turn.”

Alex sipped his drink, watching Paul fumble a spin. “Yep. And I’m never letting him live this down.”

The lights glowed softer now, like they, too, were leaning in to listen. Paul and Amy swayed slowly to the music. Her hand light in his, her eyes steady and amused as he tried not to step on her toes.

“You still move like you own every room you walk into,” Paul said, his voice low and edged with something unmistakable.

Amy smirked. “Comes with the job and the heels.”

Paul’s eyes lingered, not just admiring but hungry in a way he didn’t bother to hide. “I’ll be honest with you, Amy. I’ve always wanted you. Not just the boardroom legend or the genius behind the empire. but you. The way you carry yourself, the way you speak, the way you look.” He let that last word hang.

Amy arched an eyebrow, amused. “So it wasn’t just the business acumen that kept you chasing after me all these years?”

Paul stepped a little closer, his voice dropping. “No. I’ve admired you, sure. But truth is. I’ve lusted after you for as long as I can remember. And right now, it’s taking every bit of self-control I have not to pull you in closer.”

Amy’s smile curved, slow and deliberate. “Then maybe you should stop holding back.”

Paul blinked once — surprised, then emboldened. She leaned in slightly, her fingers tracing the edge of his collar, her gaze locked on his.

Across the patio, Ryan and Alex exchanged a look. Alex leaned toward his brother. “Uh. This is not your average childhood crush confession.”

Ryan took a slow sip. “Yeah. But, honestly? Paul’s always been straight. Respectful. If she’s into it, I’ve got no problem.”

Alex nodded. “Same. They’re grown.”

Back under the soft lights, Paul took the invitation for what it was. He slipped his arm around Amy’s waist, this time not just for the dance — and kissed her. It wasn’t shy. It was bold and electric, and years of tension finally crossed that line.

Amy didn’t resist. She matched his energy, pulling him even closer like this was something she’d thought about, too. Just waiting for the right moment and maybe the right man brave enough to say it out loud.

As the kiss broke, Paul looked at her, breathless. “That’s been a long time coming.”

Amy whispered back, lips still close to his, “Then don’t waste any more time.”

Inside, the music kept playing, but the night had already changed — a slow burn of desire finally set ablaze. The night air was cool, but the warmth between them was undeniable. As they kissed deeply and with a quiet urgency, Paul’s hands moved more freely. No longer tentative but still thoughtful.

His fingers slipped beneath the edge of Amy’s top, brushing against her bare skin for the first time. The contrast between the evening breeze and the heat of her body made her shiver from the electric anticipation that surged between them.

Amy let out a soft breath, her body responding instinctively to the gentle exploration. Paul’s touch was slow and reverent. He was memorizing the feel of her, not rushing, not claiming, but simply discovering.

Their kiss never broke, only deepened, tethered to something more than physical want — something richer. A shared past. A quiet hunger. A long-withheld connection that now spilled out into every caress, every breathless pause between moments.

When they finally paused, foreheads resting together, Paul whispered, “You feel like everything I’ve ever missed. all at once.”

Amy’s eyes flickered open, her voice low, intimate. “Then don’t hold back.”

This was the moment neither of them saw coming, but both had been waiting for. And they were ready to let it unfold, one slow, careful touch at a time.

Ryan and Alex were happy that their plan was working. Amy moaned as Paul’s hands moved further up over her naked breasts.

“I always wanted to touch these breasts of yours since the day you stopped wearing undergarments in the office,” Paul said with a heavy breath, completely ignoring the fact that Amy’s sons were right behind him.

“So, you did notice it,” Mom said

“The entire office noticed it,” Paul said as he smooched her again.

His one hand was playing with her nipple as his second hand slid down her abdomen. As soon as his fingers were between her legs, he touched her wetness. Amy’s pussy was soaked by now, and she was too horny to stop.

She pulled Paul by his head and kissed him passionately as he started rubbing her love-hole. She moaned in Paul’s mouth, nearing an orgasm as her body trembled like a leaf in the open wind. Her legs started to give up as Paul’s fingers sped up, doing the magic over her pussy.

“Oh God!” She exclaimed and let herself go as she orgasmed in the arms of her company’s Chairperson.

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