My Bosses Mother - Part I

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Ladies/ Gentleman. I am working for a small air ticketing agency at Wattala  as the computer typist cum office assistance. My boss madam Nadeesha is a very young married lady in her mid twenties she looks after this business on behalf of her husband. The work is not so challenging so I was doing a good job from the day I started.

One day my bosses mother came to the office on her way to a customer. She does cake structures for private functions as a business. She had a look of a age somewhere around early 50's. And most excitingly she looked very dominant. She had a fair skin and wearing a 3 1/2 inches flap heels with dark blue colour in her toenails. Her feet were very clean and sexy to her age. She had a black pant outlining her figure underneath. She had a bit loose light blue blouse showing up the top part of her big tits. Her heavy expensive gold reckless added more value to  the view. Dark red lipsticks and dak blue eyebrows gave her a very prestigious look to her face.

She was talking to my boss in her room (glass cubical) and boss called out me "Shriyani ! apita bonna deyak genna (bring some drinks for us) " I quickly went to the kitchen and opened my bosses private refrigerator and took some cool drinks into a tray. I have a habit to remove my shoes at the door to my bosses room whenever I enter in as a respect to my superior. So I went in and served the drink first to my bosses mother. She looked at the drink and then me with her cold eyes and told me "mata kool bonna be lamaya, thei ekak hadagena enna (I can't drink cool, bring me a hot tea)". I was afraid of her tone about not being thankful but commanding me. But inside me, I started getting a different feeling with a mix of fear and respect. I went back to the kitchen and start making a cup of tea. I could feel that I am getting wet inside me which make me bit confuse because I know I have submissive tendency but at the work place ? With this question mark inside I went to my bosses room with the cup in a tray. Removed my shoes at the door. Madam's mother notice it this time and was looking at me when I reach to her seat. She had the same cold look at me and took the cup and had a sip of it.  For some reason I felt like my legs are weakening. I could not move so stayed there looking at how she drinks. She had the second sip and start talking to my boss. "Ai oya gaawa tea set ekak nedda? (Don;t you have a tea set at office?). "Thiyenawa... eunata Sriyani ta ehema purudu ne Tea set eken serve karann (I have, but Sriyani wouldn;t know how to serve)" . "ehema be.. ewa purudu karala thiyanna .. customers la ewage dewal balanwa (let he learn about them, customers are interested how they served)". They were talking about me training on making tea? Not even looking at me standing behind them. Servicing drinks or doing any sort of personal cores is not certainly part of my job role, but I always enjoy doing so because it stimulate some strange feelings inside me. Does my boss know about it? or they simply don;t care any dignity in me?. "hawas waru walata ewanna ehe, mage wada karanakota hondata purudu wey (send her over to me in afternoons, she will learn when helping my work)" . "Apo oya maraway, mata mage weda karaganna wenne ne (oh .. you will get her over worked, I won't be able to get any work from her) "Marawala hari weda ganna one me wayase ayagen.. ethakota thamai e ayata experiens enne (yes you should load them work, then only they get experience)" I was astonished by the way they are talking. I could not move I was waiting there just blindly ... they continued their talk... after about 15 minutes ( I realised it from the wall clock at Nadeesha madam's room)

"Sriyani ! me loku madam ekka gihilla kar eke badu wagayak thiyenawa .. eka athulata genna". I got back to the real world and took the cups back into the tray and comeback to bosses room. Removed my shoes, came few steps forward and waited for them.After a while madam's mother finish her talk and got up. I followed her, she is beautiful. Strangely I did not have any bad feeling about her even if she is so harsh at me so far. Is it because of her beauty or her dominant look? When I come to outside only I realised I forget to wear my shoes back. But I can't go back, I don;t want to displease my madam's mother. So I proceed to the car park. Hot sun start burning my soft feet. She open the door and collect some small ornaments from a box. "Me kelle.. mewa daaganna bag ekak one... (girl, I need a bag to get them)" and she looked around the street. "ara ehapette thiyena petti kaden shopin bad ekak aran enna (get a grocery bag from the shop other side in the road)" I am bare feet, I never walk bare feet at public.. and the road is burning hot.. but madam need's it.. my mind did not allow me to think twice. I am sure I am making a show to public, a girl walking barefoot at street is too sexy isn't it? I cross the road barefoot to the shop and asked for a grocery bag. Oh.. I just came here not only barefoot but without even money. I just told the shop owner I am working at the office other side and give him money later. I got the bag and returned. She is watching me all this time. When I gave the bag, she asked me "keeyada meka ? salli dunnanda? (how much is it? did you pay it?)" "nehe madam, mama sally passe dennam kiwwa (no, I told him I ll settle it later)" "Ehema be.. meka gihin denna (no can't... give this to him)". Does she know I am not comfortable outside with barefoot? she does this purposely to me to make me more uncomfortable? but the feelings coming between my legs justify it. It was me who came outside barefoot, and beside she is my bosses mother and she has a look of born to be served. So I did what she told me. I came back to her car.

"ekak car eka yatata giya.. balanna roode gawa (one rolled underside the car.. take it)" . Now I am used to her commanding tone and have an urge inside me to everything she tells me. So I bent down close to madam's feet and looked at under the car. I had a fear if I have a wet patch in my pant by now. I saw the piece and took it outside. But without much notice she step on my other hand and bend inside the car to get something.  It hurts, but she has a beautiful feet no one say no to any pain caused by them. I silently bare the pain until she changed her place. She finally saw she was standing at my hand. But no apology. My wet pussy say I should not expect any apology though. I stood up and took the bag back to the office. She drew the car outside and off. She was wearing sun glasses so I did not see whether she looked at me. But I made my gratitude to her by looking at her all the time she revers her car and go.

Rest of the day went quickly. I can't stop leaking from this morning. I was always thinking how hard my boss and bosses mother would treat me in coming days. That make me so wet. Nadeesha madam used to day off around 3pm. When she come out from her room. I stood up and weakly asked her, "madam, mama den loku medam ge gedara yeanna one da? (madam should I visit your mother's place now)". She smiled and said, "oh ow ow.. mata amathaka una (yeah I forgot that, get ready I will drop you there). I was instantly ready. "Sriyani ! loku madam hari sarai, kellin ma kane paarak deela thamai weda patan ganne (she is very strict, she starts with a good face slap)" . I was shivering but increased my leaking. "Eyath ekka weda karanna hondata guti kanna puluwan wenna one (to work with her you will have to get used to beaten)" she told with a smile. I just followed my madam to her car. Yes this time with shoes :) . My madam did not take me anywhere by her car before, she was maintaining it very clean and clear.  She got on but I did not feel like get in with my shoes on. So I removed them again before get in because I did not want to dis-respect my madam. We started the journey to my new training. After starting only I realised I don;t know whether I can come back at usual office off time. But that should not be an issue as long as my madam and her mother is so generous to train me to be useful office assistant.

So I am on my way to my future destiny on my madams car.....