Mom looked into my eyes with a teasingly seductive smile. "If your interested?" God yes!" I said excitedly.Mom began to tickle the head of my dick wit... the ends of her nails."Are you sure? I mean, you may not be able to handle your cock sliding down mom's throat. The feeling of your own mother's tongue dancing across your purple nob might just be too much for you." She teased."No, I want it, please!" I pleaded."Does my baby want it?" She said. "Does my sweet baby wanna feel his mother's lips. I flinched slightly, but loved the feeling. I lowered my middle finger, and could feel the firmness of her early maturing clit. It was harder than the lips, and moved back and forth as I pressed from side to side. After a few minutes, Amy began to press harder with her middle finger, and at this point, Im afraid that I neglected my task with her, because my head became light, and I forgot about anything except the feeling of Amys hand between my legs. She pressed harder. I moaned, and arched my. As I walked towards my desk I greeted some more of my colleagues whosedesks were scattered around in the wide open-space office. Some more werechatting while sitting on the luxury sofas inside what we called the"private lounges" that were just meeting rooms with transparent walls.Headquarters insisted that everything in the building had to lookstylish, and they poured a lot of money into the building's renovationwhen the company was saved from administration one year earlier. Inoticed that more. She squeezed harder and then released, leaning back into an upright kneeling position, sliding her hands slowly, sensually up her hips, across her skin tight blue jeans, across the missing belt loops, across the fuzzy surface of her knit sweater and coming to rest on the outside edges of her perfect, womanly breasts. She squeezed with her hands, the skin, fabric and underwire contorting as she moaned aloud, putting on a show for him. She ground her warmth against him again and the sensation.