Hi, thank you for your support. I hope you are enjoying my tales as much as I enjoy remembering it. The live performance went down a storm with the audience. We stayed the night with Lionel. He fucked me in the master bedroom while Tom sat in a chair in the corner and tossed himself off. Lionel had been like an iron rod again and my pussy was dripping. I'm absolutely certain that this is all due to Tom being present. After fucking hard and when all three of us had cum noisily Tom excused himself saying that we were to have the night together, alone, as a great big thank you. He went to the spare room. Lionel and I left the door open and both bedside lights on all night just in case Tom wanted to return and watch us making soft tender love together. We fucked again in the morning with Tom watching and breakfast was taken with us all naked. Whilst we were eating Lionel brought up the subject of what I would do once he retired. It was a situation I had refused to think about. Lionel said that there were the normal options I could consider but he had an alternative that I might wish to think about. I asked, of course. “Mabel is retiring when I retire, The Young Lion”, that's Lionel's son, Lionel, “would like you to replace her as his PA”. He paused, “And be his Miss. Smith to his Mr. Jones.” The import of that last statement made my pussy flood at the thought – young cock wanted me? Is that good or is that just great? Answers on a post-card please. I tried to hide my excitement. “You mean....” my voice tailed off artfully, “but I'm old enough to be his mother.” Both my men were too much the gentleman to point out that I was actually a fair bit older than his mother. “I do. Apparently he has been turning up early to watch you walk down the length of the main office ever since you stopped wearing trousers. He says you are a MILF and a foxy cougar and he hoped I had the sense to be fucking you senseless.” I inwardly preened and outwardly grinned, no point in trying to hide my delight. Tom was beaming and Lionel was clearly very happy with the idea. So, I'm a lousy actress but who was I to argue? “And what did you tell him?” “I told him I had been fucking you with the full knowledge and support of your husband since the day after you stopped wearing trousers. He applauded my speed of action.” “Tom?” “I think it's a great idea. Lionel will still fuck regularly and I'll still watch, maybe take part now and then but the Young Lion will be able to keep you happy at work, until you want to retire.”, he said “It also means I can work at home without you being under my feet all day.” he added with a grin. I didn't want to argue with that logic. Lionel's retirement went very well and that night he stayed with us, and over the weekend, I was well fucked. Both my boys, as I now thought of them, enjoyed the weekend as much a me. On the first Monday of the New Era I was walking with a particularly light step, wondering what the day would bring and if I would get fucked first day in my new post. I got to the traffic lights and waited, white van man was approaching very slowly waiting for the lights to go red forcing him to stop. It had never happened before. He stopped and called out to me. “Come here darling! Give us a kiss!” I skipped across the road to his van, stretched up, put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. The look of surprise on his face was nearly worth a million pounds! “Wow! You're a MILF and no mistake! I'll be licking my lips all day now, just to get a taste of you!” he gasped. MILF! Mother I'd Like to Fuck! The second time a younger man had called me that in how few weeks? “Give me your business card,” I told him but the vehicle behind tooted, the lights had changed. I ran on to the kerb and called though the open passenger window, “have it for me next time!” as he pulled away. There was something slightly different about the office when I got in. OK the door was ajar which in itself was very odd. We sometimes have to do what we refer to as 'sensitive' work. It was a general rule that neither my office or the boss's office where ever left unlocked if unattended. It probably meant that that the Young Lion was in before me and had forgotten to close and lock the door. I walked through, the boss's office door was also open. Very odd! I pushed my door to. It clicked shut behind me, that was different! I usually had to close the door quite firmly! As the door clicked shut the Young Lion stepped into the outer office. “Sheila! Good morning. As you know the Old Lion gave me responsibility for most of the sensitive stuff a couple of years ago. My office was made secure. Now I'm responsible for all the sensitive stuff and Sis will look after the rest. I've had this office made secure and virtually sound-proof over the weekend. I had to be here before you this morning otherwise you wouldn't have been able to get in. I've been lurking, Miss. Smith!”, he finished with a big, schoolboy grin. I smiled, “and you have made a very good job of it too, Mr. Jones,” I replied. The ground rules were laid down within a few minutes of arriving - efficient or what? “This is your security pass card, opens all the secure doors in the building, just like your old one but now opens these two,” he said pointing to our office doors, “and this is the remote zapper. There are sensors at the top of both doors. Button 1 locks/unlocks your door, button 2 locks/unlocks mine. Neat or what?” “Neat! I said, “especially as the 'sensitive' work will include fucking the PA senseless on a regular basis Mr. Jones.” Mr. Jones beamed at me. “Any risk of a black coffee in about 15 minutes, Miss. Smith?” he asked, smiling. “Certainly! Mr. Jones. Would you like a biscuit as well?” “Thank you, no, Miss. Smith, I'm on a diet,” he replied, “but I would enjoy a nice pair if you feel inclined,” he finished with an almost innocent smile. He closed the door. I definitely felt very much inclined. I really fancied a good deal of hard young cock! It seemed that the Mr. Jones had a significant need also. Nothing urgent in his diary for the morning. A quick glance through the post showed nothing of great urgency either. A long discussion between PA and New Boss on the first day seemed perfectly in order I thought. I zapped my door locked then got up to check. It was locked. I searched in my top drawer for the little package that I had ordered for a special occasion. This seemed like a special occasion to me. I stripped off two items of clothing, all I had worn on the walk to work, my skirt and blouse. The little package contained a tiny little string. It covered nothing and was carefully designed not to hide my pussy or my bum but to enhance them. The two ribbons came down from my waist, went either side of my, now nicely swollen, labia holding everything open for both unrestricted inspection and any subsequent abuse. They then went back up, across the cheeks of my bum to my hips where they re-joined the waist string. As the instructions said, 'exposure is adjusted by loosening or tightening the securing bows'. I adjusted the tension to achieve the correct amount of exposure, everything fully on display!, and tied the bows securely. There would be no real advantage in removing it anytime soon. I put my skirt back on but only did up the button. “Coffee, Mr. Jones,” I said walking over to the sideboard and putting the tea tray down. “Thank you Miss. Smith, and a beautiful pair as well if I may say so. Did you find the zapper worked well?” “Very neat and very convenient.” I replied with a big welcoming smile. “I've admired your tits jiggling as you walked for a long time, Miss Smith,thank you for bringing my coffee in sans blouse or bra. That was very thoughtful of you.” he said. I was delighted that such a young man enjoyed my tits and he had such a lovely way with words, just like his father. “It's my pleasure Mr. Jones, very much my pleasure.” I told him and now it was his turn to beam with delight. “My father,” he said opening his top drawer, “seems to have forgotten his collection of trophies. I wonder, would you be agreeable to adding to them for me, Miss Smith,” he held up a collection of my cum stained panties for inspection. “Oh! I'd love to Mr. Jones but I'm very much afraid that today I shall not be able to add to the collection of cum stained knickers.” I waited and watched his face fall. I reached behind me unfastening the button at the top of my skirt. I held it in place. “You see,” I added, letting go of my skirt and allowing it slip smoothly to the floor, I stood still, neither my ankles nor my knees could in anyway be described as being close together. “there is not really enough to them to get stained with your cum. I would welcum your efforts to try and stain them though, Mr. Jones.” 20 minutes into the New Era and I was already standing effectively naked, in front of my new boss and inviting him to fuck me! The next move was up to him! I didn't have to wait very many seconds. No woman could ask for a better response from a man, particularly a young man. He did nothing! He sat shock still. He didn't gape or stare! He just looked, in the minutest detail. I could feel his eyes exploring every millimetre of my nakedness. Slowly, agonisingly slowly his eyes worked down my body until they were at my feet. He lifted his arm, his hand limp, a finger slowly described a circular movement. “just a slow, quarter turn, if you please Miss. Smith. I pleased and I turned, slowly. I stood straight, my back slightly arched, thankful that I had put heels on today. Gently I raised my arms, placed my hands behind my head and stretched, pushing my hips forward, my breasts upward and my head back, like a model in a Naturist Today magazine from the 50's. (My mum told me about them, honest). “And again please, Miss. Smith.” I turned, placed me legs further apart and tensed my calf and thigh muscles then clenched my butt. I knew all were nicely toned. It felt good being studied so carefully. I waited a while, my hands still behind my head, still stretching. Slowly I raised my arms above my head, extending my finger tips as much as possible before bringing my hands down to shoulder level, holding them out either side before easing them to the front. I bent from the waist pushing my bottom out towards him as I reached for the floor, surreptitiously easing my legs a little further apart as I got lower and lower. I held onto my ankles. Everything was now displayed for his (and mine) pleasure. My pussy was wet and inviting. My anus was positioned should he so desire. I loved every moment of it! I was his to command. I remained as I was, eyes closed, awaiting his instructions. I felt his fingers lightly tickle across my back. He didn't ask permission to touch, that would have been silly and was totally unnecessary. I had just told him I would be delighted if he fucked me. I had stripped and displayed myself of my own volition. I had displayed my available fuck holes for his delectation. That my mouth was also available to receive his cock I reasonably assumed he would take as read. Had he not touched me I would have been crushed. His fingers explored, working towards my bum, between my cheeks and down my crack. I hoped his finger would linger at my anus and was not disappointed. Gently a finger rotated around my puckered hole rim and I felt my little fuck-hole relax immediately. I made no attempt to subdue the soft moan of pleasure escaping from my lips. His fingers slipped down further, opening my labia lips to expose the smooth wetness within, two fingers eased effortlessly inside. Tenderly they worked their way back and forth, exploring my cunt, teasing my lips and stroking my clitty. Such skilled fingers in one so young. I was in heaven. I opened my eyes and saw bare feet, bare legs. I looked upwards to see a tight ball sac and above that the base of a cock shaft. He was hard, I was wet! I waited patiently awaiting his stiff cock wherever he chose to thrust it. That he was married with two small children didn't bother me a bit. His wife would not even consider that he was fucking me. I was too old! I was older than his mother! She would not raise an eyebrow if we had to attend seminars etc., and stay away over night. I was far too old for him to even consider fucking! If anything she would think that I would be able to keep an eye on him, ensure he didn't wander. And that suited me just fine! He had a big stiff cock and wanted to plunge it into my body! That is all I cared about, all I wanted. I felt rather than saw him manoeuvring my chair around in front of me and reached up to rest my arms on the seat without his bidding. His hands held my hips, I felt him adjust his position then a beautiful cock head nuzzled against my pussy opening. I held my breath and waited expectantly. A hard thrust? A gentle introduction? Slowly, slowly he held my hips firm and eased his cock inside. It was different to his father's, slightly fatter, which I very much enjoyed. Maybe a little longer but not by much but it was oh so wonderfully hard! A rock solid fuck rod! No bend, no flexibility. Solid muscle that went where ever he chose to bury it. And he chose to bury it in my cunt! As you will know, I cum easily, frequently and noisily and I came fast and very noisily as he slowly slid is throbbing cock into my eager cunt. Waves of ecstasy flowed swiftly between my erogenous zones. Mr. Jones maintained a steady deep thrusting into my cunt despite the noise I was making. He was making as much noise as I and I wanted, nay needed his spunk in my cunt! I just kept climaxing, harder and harder and he kept fucking me harder and deeper. I thought I could take no more then felt him spasm, slightly at first then with an explosion of noise and spunk. It pumped deep into my cunt and I screamed my delight! There's more to cum, if you want it?