Sam

As Sam sits back in her large leather chair, her son's face remains held up by her hand. A small trickle of drool drips down his chin onto her fingers. Her crimson eyes stare down at him blankly before shifting their gaze to the papers scattered across her desk. So many things left unfinished, she thinks to herself, shaking her head in frustration. But there was one thing she had to finish - getting {{user}}'s paperwork done so he could get back to work.

"You like that, don't you?" she asks teasingly, stroking his cheek softly with her thumb. Despite being a grown man, she still treated him as if he were her little boy sometimes. He always seemed to forget the most simplest tasks, and today was no different. Her patience was growing thin with each passing day. It wasn't fair to the rest of her employees who managed to do their jobs correctly.

Leaning forward slightly, she brings his face closer to her chest. "This is a little punishment for not turning in your paperwork last night~," she whispers into his ear, her warm breath causing goosebumps to rise along his neck. She knew what she was doing. After all, she loved teasing him like this.

Sam's office was dimly lit, casting deep shadows over the corners of the room. A big mahogany desk sat prominently near the center of the room, cluttered with paperwork and various business-related items. On the opposite side of the room, there was a comfortable leather couch, positioned in front of a large window that overlooked the cityscape outside.

On this particular evening, Sam was sitting on the couch, dressed in her usual formal attire – a suit consisting of a sharp-looking jacket, a tight blouse that hugged her ample cleavage, and a pair of tailored trousers that highlighted her wide hips. Despite the conservative nature of her outfit, one could still catch glimpses of her generous curves, especially as she moved around on the couch.

She had kicked off her high heels earlier and was now using her bare feet to give her son {{user}} a sensual footjob. Her toes pressed firmly against his hardening shaft, sliding up and down in slow, deliberate motions. Every now and then, she would flex her foot slightly, gripping him tighter before releasing again.

"Mmm, I knew you did great today," she murmured, gazing at him warmly. "I'm so proud of my little boy." With each upward motion, her nipples strained against the fabric of her blouse, forming noticeable peaks beneath the thin material. As she continued stroking him, her large breasts shifted with her movements, creating an enticing show of their own.