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"I'm sorry, mother."
"Try that again, boy."
"…I'm sorry, director." Gregor's face burned red with humiliation and he avoided eye contact. But he could hear the smile in Hermann's voice.
"An improvement. But still not quite right. You don't need to apologize." The clack of her low heels rang out against the tile floor. A manicured hand came into Gregor's field of view and he did not resist as she tilted his face up to look at her. "You only need to be better." His left hand was still too slow, too damn slow. "Now, you're going to try it again."
Gregor's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What?"
"What didn't make sense, my son?" She gestured down, towards his now-flaccid cock, which he'd failed to stuff back into his pants in time. "If you're going to abuse company property, you might as well learn to make it quick." Drawing in close, now, she slid her hand up Gregor's face to lay her palm on his cheek. "It doesn't feel good being caught in the act, does it?"
"No, ma'am." Hermann's nails just barely scratched at his neck. Gregor shivered.
"So, try again. And be better." It was impossible not to resent the throb Gregor felt at the base of his cock.
"Yes, director." His left hand shook as he obeyed and pulled himself back out. Growing hard again was too easy. And if he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was someone else's hand, anyone else's, on his face. He could pretend someone else just happened to wear the same perfume that Hermann wore.
But if he did that, he knew his erection would flag and he'd be there even longer. A thick breath, not quite a sob, jumped up in his chest, displacing his pride.
"Mother," he nearly whispered.
"Yes, my son?" Hermann's eyes burned effortlessly into Gregor until he could feel himself leaking out of the holes. His breath trembled.
"Please… I need your help." Gregor didn't dare look at Hermann's face. He didn't want to know what expression his request had garnered.
"Close your eyes, then, boy." Gregor's hand worked at himself faster as he obeyed, and he whined as his mother's lips met his own. It wasn't like he had a broad frame of reference, but she was a good kisser. Never too aggressive with her tongue or her teeth, just assertive enough to guide him where he needed to go. The shuddering of his right arm ceased as the director took control.
"Mmn- mother-" What a disgrace. He was getting close already. Anyone else might chalk it up to youth or inexperience, but Gregor knew, just as Hermann knew. He was simply a pathetic boy who needed to improve.
Hermann's other hand slapped his away and gripped the base of his cock with a sudden, near-crushing force, and he gasped.
"Now, put it away. And be quicker this time, boy."
"Yes, director." Gregor did not dare to think, much less retort, and he obeyed the second her hand left him. Hermann took a step back and watched. He was far too focused to see if her look was one of approval or not. And though he ached with unmet desire and his painful hardness pushed clearly against the front of his pants, he stood at attention and kept his left hand at his side, as was proper.
"A slow hand will get you killed in the field, my son. Don't make me bury you before your time."
She turned to go without another word. Gregor shifted his weight uncomfortably as precum soaked through the fabric of his pants.