Job Interview, Mom's Pussy

As a prominent big city news anchor, Janet was able to pull some strings to get her son a job interview to work in the marketing department.

She had spent the past week coaching Ryan in the art of the job interview. They must have practiced for hours doing mock sessions. Each time, she gave him careful feedback and direct critiques so that her son would be able to land a full-time job.

They both felt nervousness and excitement that morning as they hustled after breakfast. She was still wearing a loose tshirt and sweatpants while she put on her makeup and fixed her hair. Nothing glamorous, that would come later when the stylists at the station would fix her up in a few hours before the live broadcast.

While looking at herself in the mirror, a thought came to mind.

It may not be logical, or something she had ever tried before, but Janet had always been a spiritual and open-minded woman. She loved exploring cultures and different philosophies from around the world. Above all else, she was a firm believe in the power of a positive mindset.

Maybe that was what her son needed? A little more positive affirmation. It never hurts to try new things and she had long credited this approach to being the secret to her success.

After the light touches of makeup, she went to her closet to find something she had gotten in Japan several years ago when she was on assignment. She bought it as a souvenir because of how beautiful it looked. It was several hundred years old, which she believed because she had a lot of experience dealing with antiques and ancient cultures.

Finding the object, she held it and examined it after removing the wrapper. It was a small clay disk with letters and symbols sculpted into it. The artifact was simply beautiful and she felt it was worth the money she paid.

Janet went down the hall to her son's room, where she expected that Ryan would struggle a bit to wear a suit. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," he replied.

She opened the door, and sure enough, Ryan was wearing his slacks, socks, and was still in the process of dressing his upper body.

"Something from Asia," she said, holding up the clay disk the way a professional model would display something with her hands.

"Can it help me put on a tie?"

Janet entered the bedroom and approached her son. "No, but it can help give you extra confidence."

"It's a clay tablet."

"True, but it's a special clay tablet. This one was crafted by monks and has a number of special abilities."

He flashed a skeptical look. "You think so?"

"It's a mental thing. These little artifacts always give me a mental boost. Think of it as a good luck charm."

"Well, should I put it in my pocket or something?"

"Actually, we're supposed to rub it," Janet explained. "But we have to do it correctly."

"Will we switch bodies if we do it wrong?" he joked.

"Very funny. It's an energy transfer. Spiritual energy."

"I guess I could use some extra spiritual energy."

"Are you nervous?" Janet asked.

"Sure I am. I really want this job."

She nodded. "Then let's give this tablet a try. Who knows, confidence is everything and having that mental edge could really make you stand out from the other applicants."

"Alright, if you say so."

They huddled around the small clay tablet as she tried to figure out how to use it. Being blessed with a great memory, Janet was able to recall what she had learned from the person she bought this from. The Japanese letters and symbols were gradually starting to make sense again.

"Alright," she said. "I'll hold onto this side. You hold onto that side. Then rub with your thumbs."

She pointed out what her son had to hold. She held onto her side. Ryan held onto his side. They both rubbed their thumbs onto their respective letters and symbols.

"What's this supposed to do again?" Ryan asked, trying his best to get into the feel of things.

Janet kept her head down, rubbing her fingers on the tablet. "If we're doing this correctly, I should be transferring my energy to you, which should give you extra confidence for the job interview."

"That means if we're doing this backwards, I could be transferring my energy and confidence to you. Then I'd really be screwed for this job interview."

She giggled and ended the energy exchange. "You never know what this tablet is capable of. My Japanese is rusty, but I think we did it right."

"Let's hope so. Now since you're here, can you help with my tie?"

"Have you tried a youtube instructional?"

"I did, online searches too. It all came out horribly."

"Put your shirt on," she said. "I'll be right back to help with your tie. Let me get dressed first or else we'll be late."

Checking the clock, Janet mentally chided herself for spending too much time with the tablet. She brisked back to her bedroom and put the tablet down on a counter. With her door left open, she pulled her clothes off and got naked.

She put on her lacy bra and panties first. Her clothes were already arranged and she always did things carefully, taking every necessary precaution to avoid wrinkles and to make sure everything looked right.

They were like most stereotypical men and women, where Janet tended to take her time getting dressed for an immaculate appearance, and her son tended to toss his clothes on quickly. Being in the news business, Janet prided herself on a clean-cut exterior. She couldn't stand the idea of walking through downtown and not looking her best. It would be a blow to her reputation, in her view.

"Can you arrange an Uber now?" she hollered down the hallway after wearing her skirt and tightening the belt, assuming that her son was ready.

"Okay!" he hollered in return. Then he added, "Our ride will be here in 4 minutes."

At that point, Janet's skirt was on but she was still in her bra. She picked up her blouse, and before she could wear it, she turned to see her son in the hallway, dressed in a suit and holding up his tie.

"Sorry," he said, turning away.

Once again, Janet chided herself for being behind schedule. Sure, this would be a little embarrassing, but she was a glutton for always showing up early, and so she made a small exception to her rule for being dressed around the house.

"Come here," she called her son back. "Your tie is more important. No promises, but I think I remember how to do it."

Hesitantly, she watched her son enter the bedroom, wondering if the sight of her in a bra would be okay to look at. When she kept her hands down, Ryan knew it was safe. This was the first time she had ever stood in a bra before her son. The only time he had ever seen her like this was in glimpses from little household accidents.

She stood before her son and tried to focus on the necktie. It had been many years since she had helped a man wear a tie and she found it to be trickier than learning a few words in Japanese.

"Remember to be calm," she said, eyes and hands on the necktie. "Interviewers like a person with confidence. Someone who knows the right stuff and is well prepared. Find a way to make yourself stand out, but within reason. Don't do or say anything crazy."

"I know, I know. I'm sticking to our game plan for the interview."

Being so nurturing and standing so close to her son was having a strange effect on Janet. She looked at her son's chin and lips. Then her eyes marveled at the shape of his body. She always liked the professional look of a man in a suit, her son was no different.

Janet reflexively took a deep breath. It was the feeling of becoming breathless from arousal. From her own son!? As her hands fixed the necktie, the palms of her hands rested on her son's chest. It felt strangely sexual.

She noticed her son breathing harder as well. Looking up, she saw Ryan's gaze being downwards at her chest. Janet looked down at her own chest to see what Ryan was staring at, with a hypnotic expression in his eyes.

Sure enough, she noticed that her pink nipples were visible through the lace material and were practically struggling to pop out. Her nipples were absolutely swollen. At any other time, she'd freak out at the thought that her son was even catching a glimpse of her nipple color. But this was no ordinary time.

There was something definitely wrong and it only took two seconds for Janet to realize what was happening. The attraction to her son was magnetic. She was certain her son felt the same way. It was the most taboo kind of lust that appeared out of nowhere.

Quickly taking a daring approach, Janet reached below and touched the center of her son's slacks, feeling a stiff male organ. Ryan naturally flinched and moved away.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, puzzled by mom's groping.

She saw the surprised and flustered expression on her son's face, along with the sloppily tied necktie around his shirt.

"Oh my god..." Her voice trailed off.

"What's wrong?"

"I may have... I think I accidentally... Darn it... I'll have to bring the tablet with us or else we'll be behind schedule."

"Why?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "I think you know."

"I think so, too," he blushed.

"That has to be the first time I've ever given you an erection."

"Of course it is," he blushed. "This is bizarre. I felt something when we touched the clay tablet."

"But not what I had intended."

Ryan appeared flabbergasted. "I've never been a believer in any of these sorts of things before. Do you think you can reverse it?"

"I need to try, and fast. Can you can ride in the back of an Uber with that situation between your pants, big boy?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."

"Let me finish getting dressed and we'll try to fix this in the car."

***

They left the house a few minutes later. A car was waiting for them outside and Janet was still fixing her top when she left the house, with her purse flailing around as she brisk walked in her heels.

After greeting their driver, they sat in the back of the car and headed towards their downtown destination. They each had to struggle a bit; Ryan with a bulge in his pants, Janet with an increasingly wet pussy. Knowing what had to be done, she gave their driver an advanced warning first.

"Don't mind us," Janet said to the Uber driver. "We'll be back here doing some weird stuff, okay?"

"You got it, ma'am."

"Terrific. I'll give you an extra tip if you pretend this never happened."

"Hey, umm, nothing illegal, right?" the driver clarified. "I could get in trouble if anything crazy happens."

"I'm helping my son with a job interview. We're very religious."

"Oh, good luck, sir. You look sharp in that suit."

They thanked their driver before focusing on their task.

Janet wondered if the driver had recognized her as a local news anchor. Some Uber drivers did and were thrilled about it. Other drivers didn't recognize her at all, or at least they didn't say anything.

She pulled the clay tablet out of her purse and tried to figure out where she had gone wrong. She had never expected this to work, but now that it had, she had no choice but to take things with the utmost seriousness. Deciphering the letters and symbols was more difficult knowing that there were real-life ramifications.

"Okay, let's try this again," she said to her son.

"Hopefully we won't travel back in time or anything like that."

"If this tablet has time travel abilities, we'd be rich."

"Then we better find out," he replied.

Eagerly, they sat shoulder to shoulder in the backseat, praying they'd find an end to this madness. She did her best to remember exactly what the letters meant.

"Okay, now I'm starting to panic," she said, trying to focus. "The tablet is screwing with my mind."

"What are you thinking about?"

She refused to look at her son. "You don't want to know."

"I think I have an idea," he said, then whispering so the driver couldn't hear them, "Mom, this whole thing is insane."

Finally, she managed to look him in the eyes. "We're probably thinking the same thing. Aren't we?"

Looking into her son's eyes, she could see how desperate he was for sexual relief. As a mother, it pained her to think that her son now had an intense lust for her. It's not something any mother could prepare for.

"Forget I mentioned that," he said. "We should just try to fix this."

"Now I'm curious. Tell me."

She watched her son pause for a moment, debating with himself whether he should say anything or not. Naturally, it was a tough decision.

"How much do you want to know?" he asked.

"Everything... for, umm... research purposes. It could be useful to know if we're dealing with the exact same issue."

The truth was, she had become horny as hell, and knowing her son's secret only titillated her even further, much to her own dismay.

Leaning forward, Ryan whispered in her ear. "Okay, I can't stop thinking about your nipples. I saw them through your bra earlier."

"And?" she asked, when her son had stopped.

He gulped. "I want to suck them so bad."

"What else? Tell me everything."

"Mom, my cock is so hard," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "Ever since we touched the tablet, I've wanted to... uhh...."

"Say it. Remember, this is for research, to make sure we're on the same page on everything."

He gulped again. "I keep imagining... umm... myself... in between your legs. What it must look like, and feel like. Being inside it. Yeah, basically this clay tablet is making me think about having sex with you."

Those words nearly took her breath away as Ryan sat back in his seat. The whispering was quiet enough so that the driver hadn't heard a word. Her pussy was practically thumping.

"Okay, my goodness," she said in disbelief. "I don't know how to process that. But thank you for telling me."

"Are you going to tell me yours?"

"Ryan, it's inappropriate. I'm your mother. It's just different."

"That's not fair. Do you know how hard it was to admit all that stuff to you?"

It was a fair point. Her son was brave for admitting those dirty things and it only made her wetter. The thought of returning the favor and admitting her own newfound secrets gave her a rush. In fact, it would be delicious.

She leaned into her son's ear to whisper, "When I noticed you looking at my nipples through my lace bra, it was embarrassing, but divine. I know I have great tits and it was oddly exciting to share that with you. I thought I was a horrible mother for being aroused, until I realized what was happening; the tablet made me feel that way."

"Oh, wow."

"I'm throbbing beneath my skirt," she whispered again. "My clitoris hurts. I'm wet. And if we don't solve this soon, I'm going to jump on the first hard cock that I can get my hands on. The truth is, I'm thinking about yours."

Ryan's legs squirmed and he whispered, "You're going to give me a serious problem when this ride is over."

"I know, I'm sorry. I went a little overboard there."

"Let's try something now," he said, looking away from mom's eyes. "We're almost there."

"You're right, let's see what happens. I'll put my thumbs on this side. You put your thumbs on that side."

They held their side of the clay tablet and rubbed. They both did their best to push passed the intimate confessions they gave each other to finish this once and for all. They rubbed and rubbed until Janet felt a sudden surge.

"Oh my god," she said, letting go of the tablet.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. It almost felt like an electric shock."

"Is everything okay back there?" the Uber driver asked.

"We're fine," she immediately replied. "Thanks for checking though."

As the driver returned his attention towards navigating traffic, Janet felt a sudden rush of sexual energy charging through her body. Everything went straight to her sexual core and her clitoris had never ached so bad. Every nerve ending in her pussy seemed to be stimulated at once. Her core tightened and she knew something explosive was about to happen.

"Oh my god," she said softly, before yelling, "Oh my god!"

Her legs clenched together powerfully as she screamed in the back of the car. Never in her life had she felt something like this. There was an explosion of her sexual senses and her pussy squirted her intense release all over her panties, skirt, and on the car seat, before dripping down to the floor mat.

She shook violently as the sex juices gushed from her pink hole. All the while, Ryan did his very best to try to calm her, not knowing what else to do. The driver seemed to be in a panic as well over the crazed situation.

"What's going on!?" the driver hollered in confusion.

With glazed eyes, Janet was able to regain her composure, but barely.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she gasped. "God, I'm sorry about this."

Both the driver and her son were flabbergasted by what had just happened. Janet was mortified beyond belief and she took a few more seconds to truly pull herself together.

Nearing their destination, she had no choice but to lift her skirt and pull her wet panties off. They were completely drenched and her pink pussy was exposed, giving her son a nice view. The Uber driver knew what was going on, adjusting the rearview mirror for a little peek.

"Jeez... mom..." Ryan gasped, staring brazenly at the wet hole.

"I swear I don't know what happened," she replied, wanting to cry from the shame.

"What on earth is going on?" the Uber driver asked, still looking at her pussy from the rearview mirror.

"I'm so sorry. I'll tip you a few hundred dollars extra, for the mess. Do you mind if I leave my panties here? They're soaked and I don't want to carry it around with me."

"Umm, sure thing."

"Thank you," she sighed in relief that the driver wasn't raising hell over this.

They neared their downtown destination and Janet used a small packet of napkins in her purse to wipe her thighs as cleanly as possible. Parts of her skirt had wet stains; there was no getting around that.

"So what kind of job interview is this?" the Uber driver asked as they parked in front of the news building.

Janet grabbed her phone and tapped on the screen. "I just tipped you $400 extra. Don't ask any questions and never tell anyone about this."

The driver agreed and she left the ride with her son.

***

She was certain her face was beet red. A slight gust of wind sent a gentle breeze up her skirt, making her pussy feel so good after that orgasmic explosion. She used the palms of her hand to ensure that her skirt stayed down. The last thing she needed was for anyone else to see her butt or pussy.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine now. I feel a great sense of relief. How about you?"

He shook his head. "The exact opposite."

"We can try to finish this in my office before your job interview. Come on."

They entered the building and Janet forced a smile as she was greeted by the security man and a few of her colleagues. Normally, she'd stop and chat, and her smiles were always the most genuine. This time, she waved, gave fake smiles, and walked passed everyone.

When asked about her wet stained skirt, she blamed it on a bumpy car ride which made her spill juice on herself.

Instead of going to the bathroom for a proper clean up, Janet insisted that they go straight to her office. Her assistant Maria was there, dutifully preparing things for the day's work.

"Can you grab me some wet tissues?" Janet asked of her assistant. "Some clean up material, too. I've had a small accident."

Maria nodded. "Sure, thing. I'll be right back."

The job interview started in roughly 30 minutes and when the assistant left the office to get the supplies, they had privacy to address their taboo dilemma. Being a stickler for promptness and preparation, Janet was more determined than ever to get things right. After all, that was the key to success.