"Thanks man." I nodded over to Steve who, as always, was sitting next to me.

Shaking his head, he leaned over and whispered, “Look sharp, buddy.

This conference trip is a big part of my mother deciding who stays.”

“I know. I shifted in my seat and winced when my hard cock bent awkwardly.

Steven started to speak, then quickly turned back towards where his mother was now standing in front of the table, talking about why she felt this quarter's sales were down and asking what could be done about it.

With him no longer looking at me, I reached into my lap and shoved my still semi hard cock into a more comfortable position. I sat back in the leather chair and rubbed at my stinging eyes. The last twenty four hours had been a whirlwind during which I had barely slept.

Yesterday at five Mrs. Sander's had decided last minute she was going to take her interns to the conference in Chicago with her and we needed to be at the airport in two hours. I'd hurriedly thrown a bag together and when Steven picked me up he had told me his mother knew about this all along and was playing her game.

“how bad do they want it"

On the plane ride she had sat between me and Mandy, who I was sure was a lock to get one of the three available positions the five of us were fighting for. The flight was four hours of trying to listen to everything she was telling us about the conference, reading the reports she had dumped in our lap and toughest of all, trying to keep from being caught gawking at her.

We were in the middle of a heat wave and Mrs. Sanders had worn a pair of black shorts that showed her long legs and a white shirt with a plunging neckline. Between her exposed thighs and the amount of cleavage she had on display it was a battle to keep my eyes straight ahead and I swore she caught me looking a couple of times.

When we got to the hotel Steven and I had sat up in our room until after midnight quizzing each other on the reports. He had gone to sleep, but I was nervous as hell. I wanted this job badly and was pretty sure Mandy was in and, as much as she treated him Like anyone else, I had a feeling the bosses son was a shoe in for the second spot. That left me competing with Melissa and Allison for the last position and both girls were taking things as seriously as I was.

I'd finally shut off my laptop at three am and we had to be up at six. We'd been in meetings since eight am moving from room to room and making things worse was the air conditioner in this one was broken and the heat, along with the dull material had caused me to doze off. Speaking of the heat, I tugged the knot in my tie, loosening it slightly. I was sweating beneath my shirt and that dream had only made me warmer.

My eyes fell on the subject of that dream who was now once again facing the TV. Mrs. Sanders generally dressed professionally, but was not the stereotyped bitch in control who looked like she wouldn't know what a good time was or downplay her looks.

The skirt she was wearing was a perfect example of that. Although certainly not a mini, it was several inches over her knees and tight enough to show off her ass. Her well shaped legs were encased in the sheer black stockings featured in my dreams and accentuated by her heels which were high enough to be bordering on stilettos.

Far higher than any I had seen her wear before. In spite of the heat her long red hair was down and I was sure her ‘business sexy’ attire as she had referred to it in the past was a direct result of almost everyone in the room being male.

In one of our meetings Mrs. Sanders had addressed the girls telling them to never dress in a slutty or blatantly provocative manner, but there was nothing wrong with tastefully showing off what you had and being a distraction, especially if negotiating a contract.

Distracting was what Mrs. Sanders had been ever since the day I had gone over Steven's house after school and saw her for the first time.

She had been on her knees in the garden and my eyes were immediately glued to her amazing ass in her tight shorts. When she had stood up and turned around I'd been blow away at how beautiful she was never mind the body that went with it.

Over the years my fantasies had ranged from the silly ones of a young teenager where I imagined her telling me how much she liked me and wanting to be my girlfriend. A couple of years later, once I'd discovered what sex really was and knew exactly what I was looking at, those harmless fantasies had turned into hardcore sex scenes.

At times I felt bad about it. Mrs. Sanders had always been damn good to me and treated me as if I were her own. But other times all I knew was she had a damn fine body, blow job lips and I would Love to know what it would be like to fuck her.

Even when I started dating and having sex, she was my default fantasy. In my dreams as well as waking thoughts Mrs. Sanders had done every dirty act imaginable to me and loved every minute of it.

Over the years she had cavorted through my fantasies in everything from a naughty school girl outfit to a variety of lingerie to greeting me in her office butt ass naked on her desk.

Apparently my desire for her was deeper than I thought. Two months ago when I had broken up with my latest girl friend Jen, Steven had commented that maybe I should try a different type. When I asked what he meant he'd said, "Austin, go for a blonde or a brunette that was the third redhead in a row that didn't work out He'd then shrugged, “Unless you got some kind of fetish or something."

I'd gotten nervous when he'd said that wondering if he equated the fact that his mother was a stunning redhead. After all it wasn't like he was oblivious to the fact I thought his mother was hot as here and there he would laugh and tell me,

"Keep your eyes in your head, man, that's my mom." He said it good naturedly, because I was, as he always said, like a brother to him.