A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
Stepmother's Sexual Buffet, Instruction #3
The Billionaire Boss has a Final Lewd Request for Vanessa for Money.
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Author's Note:
This story is dedicated to Vanessa for letting me tell her story. She's bold to have shared about her encounters with her ex-stepson, Brett, and her billionaire employer, John. Unless this happened to her, she'd never have believed it had occurred to anyone.
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Stepmother's Sexual Buffet, continued from Chapter 2:
Vanessa agreed to be compensated with sexual activity while appearing to be her ex-stepmother in his mind.
Stepmother's Sexual Buffet: Retold and continued from Chapter 2:
"He'll give me $500,000 in cash if...," I looked at Brett as he looked at me.
" Wow, Brett," he gasped, "What does he want you to do next to give you that enormous amount of money?" he inquired.
I gave him a quizzical stare.
"He wants you to have sex with him," I confided as I read my employer's email aloud to Brett.
Brett stared at me, his face a mix of excitement and unease, yet I could tell he longed to see me engage in the act. "A lot of money, Mom. How does it feel to have sex with your boss?" he asked, nudging me.
I grimaced.
"It feels absurd and degrading, and I can't bear the thought of being naked and having him touch me, as if I'm his mother," I replied.
"But, just once and for such a substantial amount, I can do anything unconventional," I said with a shrug.
I looked at Brett, gauging his reaction.
"How do you feel about me having sex with your boss?" I inquired. "It's best if you're here in case anything untoward occurs," I added before he could respond.
His reaction was tinged with sexual excitement.
"Wow, Mom. That's a lot of money. If you're comfortable with it, I'm comfortable too," he replied, his mind envisioning the events to come.
Money didn't hold the same value to him as it would to others. Despite being a multi-billionaire, he earned much more than five hundred thousand dollars a day.
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Stepmother's Sexual Buffet, Chapter 3:
We stepped into my billionaire employer's high-rise condominium. The concierge led us to a private elevator, where he inserted a unique key and we acceded to his residence. Up until now, I only dropped letters off for him, sent his mail, and received his instructions in his workspace.
Dazzled by his opulent lifestyle, I was amazed that I was inside his private home.
'This is it,' I mused. 'I'm here to give the impression that I'm his deceased mother. I'll be partaking in sex acts while Brett watches. I'll need counseling afterward,' I contemplated.
Never did I anticipate that I'd be having sex with my boss when he could've found a younger woman to fulfill his urges.
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The seduction began when he provided me with money to buy sexually provocative lingerie. The fact that he could've given it to any young woman and not me surprised me. It was then a sign of what was to come. In his private office, behind a closed and secured door, he wanted me to show him what I had bought.
Causing me distress, he requested that I unbutton my blouse. He insisted on viewing my bra. Besides wanting to see my alluring lingerie, he asked me to lift my skirt and spread my legs when sitting directly opposite him on the couch. He forced me to show him not only my low-cut, seductive bra but also my see-through panties.
To make matters even more shocking, while I still exposed my alluring bra, he unzipped himself, pulled out his penis, and displayed himself to me. My boss flashed his erect penis to me.
"Check out me," he declared as he rubbed himself to an erection. "Behold my self-pleasuring. I want you to watch me jizz."
It was only after he referred to me as "mommy" while embarking on such an act and I laid eyes on a photo of his mom on his desk that the realization came clear. He wanted to see my lingerie, his mommy-like crush on me explained his dick flashing and his request to witness his self-pleasure, his current actions resembling his long-gone mom's as she would have looked 40-years-ago. He wasn't doing it for me. No, he'd been masturbating for his long-deceased mother.
Now, I understood why he hired me, spurning options for a younger alternative. In this sordid psychosexual fantasy of his, he was masturbating for his mother, envisioning me to be the spitting image, gazing at my bra in the same manner as his mother's bra. He was undressing me with his eyes as if to take me off already. Along with it came the gloomy conception of him standing before his mom, imagining her wearing the same kind of lingerie as mine, finding herself in my place, subjected to his penis.
'He's a twisted motherfucker,' I thought, realizing the troubled depths of his fetishes.
On entry to his spacious, posh apartment, I met my boss whose charms were no less than his humble welcome:
"Come in, come in," his hands waved in the air. "Welcome to my modest home."
The description of it as 'fucking modest' escaped my mind. Patting myself on the back for showcasing my smarts, I was sure his perversion lay in the second sentence rather than attempting to elevate him higher in contrast to his prior introduction.
Also, I didn't expect him to attempt any French kissing, but he maintained his regards for me. Full-fledged awareness of me being his mother, I imagined him to make a move beyond ordinary greetings. A quick peck must have paved the way for me to taste the virile meat he laid bare a while later. Rather, he was a gentleman, honoring me with a kiss on the cheek while shaking hands with my stepson.
Everything set, he took a good look at me, tonguing me up and down as I appeared in the elevated-fashioned outfit. Completely out, I was prepared to succumb to the pressures of prostituting myself when he forced himself onto me:
"Right, off we go to the bedroom."
He might've been a good man deep down, but he sure wasn't normal. Instead, he was obsessed with his mother's body. Had his mother been my age and fulfilled his desires for sex, his present actions would boast normal. Unfortunately, his mother was not an incestuous slut like me. Instead, she was a respectable lady. He was his father's last resort on what was no more a bed in their house. His mother's nakedness surely meant more to him than a father's would, which led him to masturbating in front of me while craving to actually have a go.
I conjectured, purely from his reticence, his father passed away prematurely, leaving him to bury his fantasies of possessing his mom. In a fantasy world where she would have consented to his frigid demands for relief, he would have been in the top most echelon. Instead, all he was left with was inviting out my hidden whorish nature and asking me for a visit to bed. He may have held back and kept it a silent battle in voice, but his eyes screamed, "I should've had my mom just as we're about to," as he gazed at himself through my eyes.
Unfortunately, I was a mature whore, a grown-up call girl to your fucked-up, grown-up father. His money asked for sex while his mother's memory tugged at his lustful heartstrings.
Well, the notion of his money seemed all too real. It was no less than a hand-me-down hefty sum for committing incestuous adoration. To make it more real, he dumped out the bag of cash stuffed generously. There was a cash band for every kind of fake expense, $10,000 each. I counted it, feeing far better about getting intimate with him upon sight of all that. But the cherry on top, that wad of $935,000 in crisp hundred-dollar-bills - it was the icing on the cake. I was confident, he'd pay us, no intricacies. And why wouldn't he? It's not all that'd he'd end up spending after he's got what he wanted, the legal barriers seeming irrelevant to him. But his tears of missed chances tinkled bitterly when he saw my replacements of his dear mother. Dearest mother, he'd replaced you with me and made amends for the lost days by utilizing his fortune. Money to him was simply a means to satiate his lust and penetrate my body, both symbolizing his unconsummated love for his mother. A dirty old man, he. That would be his payback for his mother's denial.
In a friendly manner rather than being overtly sexual, he invited us into a lavish space embellished with oriental carpets, wall art, and fully-laden tables, sofas, and armchairs. With lots of light, the ventilated space featured full-height windows revealing panoramic scenery. While we could take in the view, no one outside could witness us. The opulence of this penthouse apartment was comparable to what I'd seen in architecture magazines.
We enjoyed our drinks in the spacious lounge, a room that could easily accommodate a hundred guests. We sipped on our cocktails whilst appreciating the breathtaking view overlooking Central Park. He had a variety of edible goodies on display, like crackers, cheeses, fruits, and small cakes. We tried some of those, as well.
"I've given my employees the day off," he informed us. "I have two domestic workers, a chef, a chauffeur, a personal butler, and a bodyguard," he remarked. "New York can be dangerous, and I never leave without security. Bruno is always with me, armed and licensed to carry."
A pleased smile adorned his face.
"My driver is a former NYPD detective, and my bodyguard is an ex-Navy SEAL Special Ops soldier. Highly trained, both of them are menacing. With a third-degree black belt in judo, my personal attendant knows how to defend himself," he explained. "I'm infallibly guarded."
He glanced about the room, then looked up at the ceiling.
"In the unfortunate event of a break-in, I have alarms and surveillance cameras installed everywhere. Additionally, there's a security gate that my staff closes and locks when we leave the apartment. If someone were to gain access to my private elevator, they'd still be unable to enter with the security gate in place," he clarified.
After chatting with him for around twenty minutes, as though we were long-standing friends, it felt uneasy knowing that I'd soon be indulging in what he craved. Aware that I would have to bed my boss, my thoughts were mainly occupied by the funds resulting from my agreement to servicing his perversion.
I was distressingly reminded of his mother's likeness to me in my prime. He would be having sex with me, imagining himself with his mother. However fond I was of my stepson, I would undeniably forsake him for my employer. Not many women could reject a financial offer to last them a lifetime. More than that, it was simply sex. Regardless of the distaste or discomfort, I could savour the funds if I remained closed-eyed during the encounter and imagined my partner being my adored stepson.
While still enjoying our beverages, we escorted him towards the expansive windows to admire the sight of Central Park. If I resided here, I'd lock away in this luxurious dwelling and have everything I could need brought in. After finishing our drinks, he escorted us to his bedroom.
'This was it. This was actually it,' I thought again with a mix of disbelief and trepidation. "I'm about to have sex with my boss. I simply cannot believe it."
It was tough to conceive of having intercourse with my superior. Receiving a substantial payment of $500,000, I couldn't believe he wanted to pay us to be intimate alongside him. Not only that, he offered us more than $450,000 to witness us copulate with each other, fuelled by imagining his mother's intimate activities.
Despite the bizarre and convoluted scenario, I hesitantly consented to wedge myself into this situation for the cash. This would mainly be about fulfilling a fantasy, yet how many women would decline an offer enabling them to retire? Thinking along those lines, though, I dreaded his kiss upon my lips and the act of undressing and disrobing him. Simultaneously, I would need to help my boss undress and disrobe, as well.
Yet, I would be compensated handsomely for this discomfort by engaging in this man’s impure behaviour. I'd try to endure the unpleasant sensation of his hands exploring my flesh while maintaining the illusion I was my favourite stepson instead of his matriarch. Instead of reassuring me that we were only having sex, the large space filled with comforts provided a constant reminder that my role was to fulfill his perverse desires.
Accessing a passion for the splurge, I was both nervous and excited about indulging in a fantasy that I'd read about in erotica. His sexual deviances were distasteful, but the overwhelming temptation provided me a dose of security knowing that, after satisfying his itch, it could be my opportunity to swim in cash.
First, there was the seduction. There's no doubt he would want to make love to me in the way he always dreamed of making love to his mother. He would want to fuck me in the way he longed to fuck her. He would want me to finger and lick his penis in the way he masturbated and ate his mother. Finally, he would want me to suck his cock, let him cum in my mouth, and watch me swallow his spunk.
'I'm about to throw up,' I thought.
Forcing myself not to vomit, I was taken to his room that was larger than my entire house. He made my stepson sit in a chair that faced the massive bed. Then, being more than ready to begin, having me serve as a surrogate for his mother, fulfilling the fantasy he's had for years, he unleashed his desires on me.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and his other arm around my shoulder. He pressed me against him as he kissed me. Kissing me like I was his wife, girlfriend, lover, or mother, he parted my lips and pressed my mouth against his. Unwilling to resist, I returned his enthusiastic kiss with my own.
'Ew,' I thought. 'I've just kissed my boss. Yucky. He was kissing me way too hard.'
Trying to stay in the moment, I shut my eyes and imagined someone else kissing me, not my boss. My boss twisted my lips and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. As if his mother was deceased, he was trying to reawaken her with his forceful kisses and wanting to make love to her, he kissed me with more intensity than I found tolerable.
I was eager to have sex but dreaded having sex with him. The thought of him seeing me naked while touching and groping my body made my skin crawl. It felt like I was being raped, so I couldn't wait to shower once it was over. Despite that, the large sum of money he was paying me for this was life-changing.
Drinking heavily after our 'encounter', my mind has to numb the reality of having sex with my boss. Regardless, my prize was a sum of money that would allow me to earn more in a decade in a single transaction.
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Acting like we were mother and son, he continued kissing me eagerly. Touching and stroking me through my clothes, he showed me no mercy. Feeling as if I was being raped, denying any pleasure, all I could think of was the freefall of money that would come to me after the deed was done.
'I can do this,' I thought. 'I've already shown him my bra and panties at work. This will be worth it once I get home with that money.'
I realized how insignificant my importance was; my employer only considered me a surrogate for his mother. Everything I had done for him in my work didn't matter. He hired me not for my twenty years of professional experience but for my physical resemblance.
Ever since he hired me, he'd been building up to this moment. He'd fantasized about this for over a year.
We undressed one another, exposing each other's bodies. I stripped him naked and he stripped me too. That was his goal: to live out his fantasy. I complied with it, knowing that he was willing to pay a king's ransom for this sexual adventure, he imagined me as his mother.
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'Johnny,' he whispered. He wanted to relive his childhood. He desired to make me his mother, reliving the moments that are now long gone. Unable to fulfill his sexual urges with his mother, he was using me as a tool to enact his desires.
I obeyed his every command as my role was to be his sexual fantasy. I could do nothing to stop him. He had paid an enormous sum for the opportunity to tap into his forbidden dreams. His only regret is that this can never happen again.
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As a son who never knew the physical touch of his mother, he gave me the permission to unleash my wickedness. He ensured our special moment was unforgettable. What he did to me would have been deeply offensive had it not been for the huge paycheck he put in my hands. I was his mother, his lover, and the woman in his life.
I got drunk after our intimate encounter. The reality of what I had to endure was overwhelming. The sheer amount of money he put in my hands would allow me to live a life I could have never before imagined.
He undid the buttons on my top, and I did the same to his. Next, he undid and unzipped my skirt while I unfastened, unlocked, and unzipped his pants. I stepped out of my skirt, and he stepped out of his trousers.
Just like looking at his mother in her lingerie, he stood back and gazed at me in my bra and undies. I felt ashamed and embarrassed, but he wasn't looking at me. Instead, it seemed like he was imagining his mom, Mary, standing there.
Then, he approached me to fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples. As I felt sensitive, he instantly erected them. Afterwards, he reached around me to stroke, caress, and grip my bum through my underwear. Before he even touched me there, I noticed that he often checked out that area of mine while in his office.
Next, he unhooked my bra, undoing the straps from my shoulders. I helped by slipping my arms out of the straps. I finally took it off and left it on his bed. As he gazed at my naked ta-tas, I got undressed too.
As soon as both of us were naked, he carried me onto his huge bed. It seemed like he hadn't seen a woman in years or had been a prisoner with no conjugal visits, but he just couldn't wait to get some action. He was all over me, appearing to have more than one set of limbs.
"Mom...Mom," he whispered, one of his hands reaching for my breasts, rubbing my nipples through my bra. I cringed as he did so. Despite this, my nipples reacted by poking out.
He continued making out with me, kissing and snogging me deeply. As his hands moved to touch and feel me up, I felt like he was raping me rather than making love to me.
"Mom. Mom. I love you, Mommy," he said. "You're so gorgeous," he said, while groping one of my knockers and licking the other one.
His fingers fumbled with my panties until they were at my ankles. I tossed them off, much the same as he took off his boxers. Now that we were both nude, he stood back in a meditation-like stance, looking like he was a starving prisoner taking his first meal in years.
Finally, he moved me over onto his bed all sexed up. Spreading my thighs, he went to town exploring every part of me, though it felt like he was more used to dealing with women like slabs of meat than as people.
"Mom. Mommy. I adore you. You are marvelous," he muttered between great munches of my bosom. Imagine that—the boss prattling on about me doing my job super well, only instead of my job performance, he was admiring my tits.
As if picturing sleeping with his mommy, he fingered me while fingering his own hoo-ha. Going down on me, he seemed to wish he could do the same to his mother.
"God save me," I thought. "Is he really fingering me and fingering himself at the same time?"
Keeping up the breast groping and nipple sucking, he also pinched, tweaked, twisted, and squeezed them. It didn't matter that this guy was my boss; all the more reason that he shouldn't be using me like this, but he was getting over too on me.
"I love you, Johnny," I murmured, pretending to be his mom. "Mommy cherishes screwing her son—mommy's heart skips a beat when you squeeze my tits, finger and suck my nipples!"
As he massaged and sucked me everywhere, perhaps this was his plan. He must have figured I wanted to do it with him like I was his mommy. In his gaze, I couldn't help but see it—this smut tactician who succeeded at maiming me, having sex with me so I could get a taste of what it would be like for me to pay for it all.
He squeezing my nipples and slurping on them, he got off between my thighs to inject his fingers. He stuffed and squished from down there, hoping to awaken an orgasm in me.
"Dear God," I fretted. "This is completely wrong. I can't believe this is happening to me."
He caressed my pussy with one palm and simultaneously stuck out his tongue to lick me. It was as if I were his mother and he was my son, he was licking my pussy while fingering me. My boss had sex with me. Except, he didn't give me oral sex, in his perverted mind, he believed he was giving his mother oral sex. I found it challenging to comprehend this crazy idea, but it seemed like something he had yearned to do for a while. He feasted on my pussy as if it was his mother's.
"You're so wet, mommy. I love fingering you. I love licking you. I love your pussy," he exclaimed. "I love giving you delight with my fingers and my tongue. I can't wait to observe and hear you cum. Cum mommy, cum," he chanted, raising his head momentarily to chat while staring up at me from between my legs.
He constantly fingered me while licking me fiercely. He fingered me faster. He licked me harder. Savoring my G-spot, he fingered me more deeply. He gobbled up my pussy like it was his mother's.
"Oh, Johnny. Johnny! Lick me. Make mommy cum. Provide mommy an orgasm with your fingers and your tongue. Lick Mommy. Don't cease fingering me. Don't stop licking me," I insisted while embodying the role of his mother.
I gripped his head with two hands while guiding his face from side to side and up and down. Like a cum lover, I spread my vaginal juices all over his face. He relished eating me even though I despised his fingers and tongue in me.
"Eat me, Johnny. Eat mommy. Give mommy an orgasm. Make mommy cum."
I briefly stopped and tried not to feel unwell over the concept of my boss performing oral sex on me. I clamped my eyes shut while visualizing my deceased husband performing oral sex instead of my boss eating me. I was close to cumming. In order to finish, I gave him my guidelines.
"Rub my clit more rapidly, Johnny. Finger-fuck mommy more profoundly. Lick me harder. Lick mommy, Johnny. Lick mommy," I demanded. "Eat your mother's pussy."
I seized hold of the back of his head and wiped his face all over my wet pussy yet again. I smeared my vaginal fluids all over his face. Then, I curled my back, stiffened my legs, and closed my eyes.
"Oh, Johnny! Johnny! You're such a fantastic son," I gasped. "Mommy is cumming. Mommy is cumming. Don't stop licking me. Don't stop fingering me. Mommy is cumming. Mommy is cumming."
Attempting to accomplish this as quickly as possible, I closed my eyes. I required an orgasm. While thinking of someone else licking and fingering my pussy, my boss generated an orgasm within me using his fingers and his tongue. With him envisioning me as his mother and wanting to provide me an orgasm, he consumed my cunt.
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He quickly cleaned his face using a hand towel. Then, he climbed on top of me. Rather than engaging in a deep, passionate kiss and touching me and caressing me all over while having slow, tender sex with me, he violently pushed himself into my pussy.
He screwed me in the way that he had probably visualized screwing his mother. He screwed me furiously. He screwed me like a creature. Ensuring I couldn't get pregnant, my boss erupted into my pussy. The last thing I desired was a reminder in the form of my boss's baby that he had been inside me.
Without a doubt, he must have consumed a double dose of Viagra since he was prepared for more. Determined not to lose out on the chance, he wanted me to suck him. He desired me to suck his cock as if his mother was sucking his erect penis. He yearned to envision his genitalia in his mother's mouth while I gazed up at him with his penis in my mouth.
"Suck my cock, mommy," he begged, gazing at me as if I were his mother and he was my son. "Oral pleasure, mommy. I've always wanted you to offer me oral sex. I need to cum in your stunning mouth," he ordered while sliding a sluggish index finger across my red, engorged lips.
I took my boss's finger in my mouth and sucked it.
"I need to cum in your exquisite mouth, mommy," he requested once more. "I desire to witness you swallow my semen," he described. "I must cum yet again all over your attractive face, in your splendid, brown hair, and across your free-of-clothing bosom. I want to provide you a cum bath, mommy. I'm yearning to observe you dripping in my semen."
Anxious about this but preferable to screwing him, I crawled halfway down the bed in preparation to take my boss's dick in my palm and then in my mouth. When I envisioned blowing my deceased spouse, I could endure this. Had I not imagined blowing someone else, I might have vomited on my boss.
'Please, save me,' I thought. 'I'm performing this for the income. I'm performing this for our future,' I pondered while forcing myself to continue.
"Wow, Johnny," I remarked as I encircled his penis with my manicured digits. "Mommy just adores your gigantic penis. It's so firm. I can't wait to touch you. I can't wait to suck you. I can't wait to blow you," I stated, massaging him before accepting his hard member in my mouth to suck him while glancing up at him.
I continued massaging him while sucking him. I massaged him quicker while sucking him deeper. Driven to get him to cum in my mouth so we could go, I massaged him arduously. I couldn't fathom that I was blowing my boss while my stepson observed.
"Cum, Johnny. Cum. Cum in mommy's mouth. Mommy wants to swallow your sperm," I instructed.
Heedlessly following my instructions, he stretched his strong hand to the back of my head and pushed his prick further in my mouth. Then, as if I was his mother instead of his employer, when I told him to cum, he did. He came in my mouth and I gulped him down. Then, when I released the tight grasp of my lips from his member, he discharged yet another load of semen throughout my face, in my hair, and across my unclothed breasts. My boss bestowed a sperm shower upon me, his surrogate mother.
"Ah, Johnny," I said. "You bestowed a sperm shower on mommy. You discharged all over your mother," I said, chuckling. "Behold," I said, chuckling. "You left some quite a mess on mommy," I said, licking his semen from my unclothed breasts.
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Whilst we had done, he seemed eager to dispose of us as we were eager to retrieve the cash and dispose of him, he raised the weighty bag of money and handed it to me.
"Consider this your golden parachute and your dismissal. Farewell Vanessa, and thank you," he smiled at me as if he smiled at his mother.
Fortunately. I was pleased he dismissed me. With no way to confront him seeing that he had seen me without any attire, and having sexual relations with my bare body, I would have always been nauseous recalling him having sex with me, me sucking his penis, and him coming in my mouth. I couldn't stand his presence.
We sold the residence and settled in Tampa, Florida and acquired a house. We each took part-time jobs and lived from the funds that my billionaire boss gave me to have sexual intercourse with him while acting as though I was his mother.
The End
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