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EP.167. Video Conference (Masturbation) 

Once my job at the company became clear, I no longer had to worry about what to do next. 

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. 

“Hngh! Heet! Haa! Hiit!” 

“We’re just getting started, you can’t get tired already!” 

SMACK! 

“Hooh?! Sorry, Secretary!” 

If the reason Mom brought me to the company as her secretary was to be trained like a sow even at work, then I wouldn’t hesitate to train her. 

Even now, Mom had her skirt hiked up, exposing her soaking wet pussy while working at her desk. 

Without a chair, she was awkwardly kneeling with her legs spread, and as I fingered her pussy, she moaned lewdly, her crotch soaked with her juices. 

“You can still work in this position, huh?” 

“I’m used to it I have Secretary Lee eat me out while I work every day~” 

Mom said it was nothing, but she looked pretty strained. 

“But when it’s my son’s fingers, it feels so good I think I’ll collapse right away.” 

No matter how hard Secretary Lee tries, Mom is ultimately my slave no one can make her feel as good as I do. 

Even with just my fingers, being trained while working made her masochist instincts flare up, and she was thrilled. 

“If your subordinates found out, they’d want to quit on the spot.” 

“Hngh, they must never find out!” 

If the staff knew their charismatic CEO was getting fingered by her son while working, it would be a huge shock. 

“Hey, son, I have to do a video conference with the executives soon. Can you wait a bit?” 

“Video conference?” 

“Yeah, some of the execs are on business trips, so we have to do it online.” 

“Hm, really?” 

Hearing “video conference,” I had to step back. 

No matter how much I wanted to keep going, if I kept training her during a meeting, we’d get caught, and that would be way too risky. 

“Alright, I’ll finger you again later. For now, masturbate yourself during the meeting.” 

“Hngh, o-okay, son.” 

Given the order to masturbate during the meeting, Mom hesitated a bit, but she had no right to refuse and agreed. 

In fact, just being ordered to masturbate during a meeting made her smile lewdly she was excited, not reluctant. 

When the meeting started, Mom wore a normal suit on top, but below, her pussy was exposed and her legs spread wide. 

Her pussy, still wet from being fingered, was gaping and waiting for more. 

I crawled under the desk to watch her, making sure she actually masturbated, and soon, the executives turned on their cameras and the meeting began. 

Slide. 

Squelch, squelch, squelch. 

“Let’s begin the meeting about the new product launch.” 

As the meeting started, Mom put on her CEO face and calmly began to masturbate. 

Her face stayed composed, but her hands moved busily to fill her need for pleasure, her juices dripping down. 

One hand fingered her pussy, the other pinched her clit, but her face barely showed it just a slight blush, invisible on camera. 

‘Is this too mild? Guess I’ll push her harder.’ 

Tap tap. 

Flinch. 

Since Mom’s masturbation seemed a bit weak, I tapped her thigh to make her go harder. She noticed and nodded, then began fingering herself more roughly. 

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. 

“Huu, hat, huu!” 

Luckily, the mic was off, but if it had been on, the wet sounds would have been audible. 

Her juices even splashed onto my face, but seeing her in heat, I was satisfied and let her continue. 

Twitch, twitch. 

“I-I think this design is still a bit… haa… early…” 

Even while giving her opinion, Mom was masturbating, and couldn’t help but let moans slip into her speech. 

President, there seems to be a problem with your microphone. There’s some strange noise mixed in. 

“Hngh, I’ll check it. Please continue for now.” 

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. 

“Oh! Ogh! Haat! S-son!” 

When the mic turned on, all the wet sounds of her masturbation were broadcast. 

Fortunately, the others thought it was just noise, but knowing her lewd sounds were heard excited Mom even more, and she started moaning like a sow as soon as she turned the mic off. 

Her face slackened, but everyone else was focused on the meeting and didn’t notice. 

“Do you like masturbating during meetings?” 

“Yes, I love it! Meeting-masturbation is the best!” 

“From now on, even when I’m not here, masturbate every day and have Secretary Lee check if you cum properly.” 

“Yes, I’ll masturbate during every meeting from now on!” 

Continuing these filthy acts on my orders, Mom got more and more aroused. 

She was supposed to maintain her dignity as President, but she gave it all up for masturbation, feeling both arousal and humiliation. 

“But it’s not enough. This alone can’t train me to be a true female President.” 

She liked the humiliation and pleasure, but said it wasn’t enough. 

Despite the risk of being caught and ruining her life, Mom wanted even more, spreading her pussy and begging me to train her. 

“Secretary, please make me a real female President.” 

Her lewdness was more than enough to arouse me. 

“For a slutty President like you, this is enough.” 

“Haat!” 

I reached out to her, and Mom, trembling with anticipation and fear, braced herself. 

Smack! 

“Ogoooong?!” 

Pshuuuut 

I flicked her erect clit hard, making her throw her head back and tremble uncontrollably. 

It’s one of the most sensitive spots on a woman’s body, but I showed no mercy, and the sharp pain mixed with pleasure made her cum so hard she couldn’t control herself. 

Tremble, tremble, tremble. 

Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch. 

Pshuuuut 

“Ogoooh?! I-I can’t take this!” 

Forgetting she was in a meeting, Mom was so busy cumming she couldn’t even think of an excuse for the executives. 

President? 

“Hiiis… I-I got caught… I can’t pull myself together…” 

Still in the throes of orgasm, Mom tried to regain her composure but failed, her body trembling. 

Anyone watching would know something was wrong, and the executives started to notice. 

President, your camera isn’t working. 

“Huh?!” 

But contrary to Mom’s fears, her camera and mic were already off, so no one could see. 

“I pulled the plug, so you’re fine. Hurry up and get it together and speak properly.” 

“Haa, yes.” 

Mom, impressed by my actions, tried to compose herself. 

“Since the connection isn’t good, let’s end here for today.” 

She acted normal on the surface, but below the desk, it was a different story. 

Her pussy was still squirting, her hips twitching, and her legs trembling so much she could barely sit. 

“Whew, I’m covered in your juices now.” 

“S-sorry, son.” 

Mom had squirted so much that I was soaked. 

“A President who sprays her secretary with pussy juice needs to be punished.” 

“Haa, yes, please punish this dumb sow President, Secretary!” 

Far from upset, Mom looked forward to her punishment, kneeling before me with a lewd smile. 

Just moments ago, she’d been a charismatic leader, but alone with me, she reverted to a submissive female. 

“Let’s shower before your punishment.” 

“Yes, Secretary.” 

Not wanting the smell of pussy juice to linger, I took Mom to the office shower. 

“Then, the President will serve you.” 

As usual, Mom began to wash me, but just then, someone entered the office. 

Click. 

“President?”