bluvelvet99: Your coworker was such a bullshitter. Everybody knew it. Everybody with a head on their
bluvelvet99: Your coworker was such a bullshitter. Everybody knew it. Everybody with a head on their shoulders that is. His empty brags and tall tales were the talk of the office. Even your boss was in on the fun. What could happen is one’s life that would motivate them to live it like it’s a house of cards, easily blown over with the slightest scrutiny. You were glad to see such shamelessness disregarded. Well.. you were until the first day your mom got a job at your work. You vouched for her. You were right to. She was great for the job. If she wasn’t you wouldn’t have said she was, your mom always taught you to be honest. so honest you were. But something clicked in you on that first day. It was the exact moment your coworker admired your mom’s ass as she walked passed. He wanted her. Bad. A few guys did. But this was different. You wanted him to have her. Oh, why couldn’t he be a better liar. More subtle perhaps. More believable. The ass in your mom’s skirt was so close to him but the fabric of that skirt might as well have been the iron curtain as soon as he opened his mouth. It was so unfair. To make matters worse, one of your coworkers (an especially attractive, interesting, and down to earth one) was making the moves on your mom. He wanted to date her. The liar might never get his chance take your mom like he deserves.Then it happened. Your mom asked you about your coworker and his tall tales, with a big smirk on her face, probably excited to talk about how obvious his lies were. You wouldn’t find out if that was the case though, because you did what your mom taught you never to do, you lied to her. You backed up each of his extraordinary claims and each time you did you could feel the pump of a deceitful weasily cock smashing into your mom’s truth-loving pussy. The same pussy you came out of. You could feel the deceiver’s lizard palms groping your mom’s bare ass, making it his, and making a new story he doesn’t have to lie about.The next few weeks you had to run to the washroom to play with your cock every time you saw your coworker talking to your mom, and not only intrigue her, but make her laugh, make her go wide-eyed, or make her show sympathy to any story he spun. You gave her permission to trust him. Permission to give into his exciting tales that showcased his Adonis-like vitality, Oscar Wilde wit, Ghandi-like sensitivity and Warren Buffet bank account. And now she’s in his grips. The smile on her face made her his and you knew it. That flesh under her dress wasn’t for anybody else in that office but him. And nobody knew she bought what he was selling. If they did they would have blew over his delicate house of cards instead of letting her lay with him underneath it. I mean any grown woman would be able to see through his lies. what would make your mom any different. If only they knew.Then one night they both had to work late. Just the two of them. you didn’t get done that much work on that day. You just counted down the seconds until your work day was over and you could go home, leaving your mom alone with him. They didn’t end up getting much work done either.Come monday, your coworker had a lot to brag about to the office. Naturally your coworker’s didn’t buy his shit. How could they? How could what he claims be possible? He’s lying again. They were sure of it. This was the last straw for them. Not only was he embellishing the truth this time, he was doing it at the expense of the reputation of a beautiful, sophisticated woman. Her name (and her big ass) were being dragged though the mud. So they approached you with what he was saying, expecting you to get pissed off and do something about it. Maybe even fight him to defend your mom’s honor. You responded with “no, that’s okay. He really did fuck my mom.” Your mom taught you to never lie. “The truth is beautiful” she would say. She was right. -- source link