An Early Morning "Honey, time to wake up!" Andy blinked sleepily up at the smiling face of his wife. Her fair hair was wreathed in light from the table lamp. Her round, creamy breasts were framed by her open pajama shirt. She was sitting beside him on their bed, one dainty hand caressing his face, the other holding his penis. "Morning, Sandy," Andy's voice was gravelly with sleep. "I didn't hear the alarm clock." "I turned it off, sweetie." Sandy leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Besides, it wouldn't be going off for about a half hour anyways." She stroked his bare chest with light fingers. "I want you to have some extra time in the mornings to enjoy your milking." Andy giggled. "Sandy you're cute, but you really don't have to do this." But he lay still, enjoying the feeling of his wife's attention. "Oh, husband of mine, but I want to do this." Sandy kept playing with his privates, now squeezing, now stroking. "And this..." She smiled playfully as she masturbated his now hard member, gently at first, then more insistently. "And this." Andy gasped as his wife kissed the tip of his penis, and drew it into her mouth. "Besides," Sandy lifted her head off him long enough to add. "I can't have my man seeing his sexy dominatrix of a supervisor with a full load of come, just aching to come out." "Sandy, you know it's not like that." Andy shivered as his short-but- sexy dominatrix of a wife bent back over and once more drew his member into her mouth. "Ms T-Tara and I have - gasp! - a p-p-professional relationship!" "I know sweetie!" Sandy moved up andy's chest, kissed him on the lips, then returned to his penis. "I'm just teasing." She teased his little head with her tongue. "Because I know you like it," she added with a wink, as she sucked the rest of his member into her mouth. Andy gripped the sheets, his whole body tensing in response to his wonderful wife's oral ministrations. "Y-you sure know how to get a man up in the morning, S-sandy!" ... Andy left the house whistling, and walked with a smile to his car. His shower had been invigorating, but not as much as his wife's blowing him beforehand. She fellated him so long he thought he'd faint. Then when she finally let him come, he almost did faint. "Whatta woman," he grinned. The early-morning darkness still surprised him, although they'd been living up in Maternity for over a month already. The area where they used to live was much farther south, and didn't have much seasonal variation in daylight hours. And their old home wasn't in the mountains, where they had to pipe in daylight. Back there, the sun would have been up for almost an hour. He drove up the main drag, listening to the faint, static-filled sound of the country music station in nearby Mountain Falls and blinking against the headlights of oncoming cars. Andy arrived at Maternity and pulled into his parking space. Emerging into the chill air, he waved at his pals, Sol and Mike, as they made their way across the snow-dusted pavement toward their building. Sol bent over and scraped at the pavement, then threw a small snowball at him. Andy scooped the snow off the window of a car that had obviously been there all night and sent a snowball back at the pair, missing by a mile. The pair had time to make a snowball each, and both hit his jacket with soft whups. Pete tried to chase after his friendly assailants, but slipped on the pavement. The three of them giggled like kids as his pals helped him up and then left for their building. "Good morning, Andy," said Ms Beatrice in her too-patient voice. "Hi Ms Beatrice!" Andy started at the unexpected sound, then smiled at the security person, admired her big boobs under her security uniform, just for a second. "How's it going?" "Andrew O'Claire, the parking lot is not a playground." Ms Beatrice gently pulled him to her and dusted the snow off his britches. "I don't want to have Ms Tara on my ass because I let her boy get himself hurt playing around." She kissed his cold, rosy cheek. "Understand, little one?" "Yes, ma'am." Andy smiled up into her warm, chocolate brown eyes. "Wanna race back to our building?" "Just like my Chip, you always want to play." The security guard fondly held Andy's cold hand in her soft, brown, very warm hand. "Let's just walk together instead, ok?" ... "Good morning, Andrew!" The tall lady in the jeans and fuzzy sweater came over and took off his coat. As she hung his jacket on the coat rack, Andy couldn't help but admire her plump, shapely derriere. The lady turned, noticed Andy noticing her, and favored him with a knowing smile. "You're looking very nice today too, little one." "Um," Andy tried to find his voice. "Hi, Ms Tara!" "Come on, sweetheart, let's get to work." Ms Tara reached out and took his hand. She was so comfortable around him that it made Andy feel comfortable too. Andy let his supervisor lead him into her office, and they began their busy day. Andy wasn't sure what his job was exactly. "Materiel Procurement Specialist" sounded pretty cool, and it paid pretty well too. But most of his day was spent following around Ms Tara, fetching this, holding that, delivering this, mailing that. It was almost like Ms Tara was using him like an extension of her own body, doing stuff that helped her do ... well, whatever they actually _did_ for a living. It was all kind of weird. It _was_ weird. But it was fun, too. Kind of like when he was a little kid and his Mom let him help out in the kitchen sometimes. Mom let Andy be "Mother's little helper," on cold or rainy days, when he couldn't go outside to play. He remembered how nice it felt to be close to Mom, the warm feeling when she praised him. To see and feel his Mom being so close; to share a kind of intimacy in the kitchen, where his Mom ruled. Ms Tara even talked to Andy like he remembered Mom did. "We like the edges lined up just like this on reports, Andrew." "Andrew, hold these forms for me." All the time, bustling around her private office and the larger office where Andy's desk was, this one-sided conversation of Ms Tara really made Andy feel like the center of attention. Being Ms Tara's little helper was like being in heaven, for the first hour of every day. Then, about 8 or so, the rest of the Materiel Procurement team arrived. In bounced two girls, Ms Rachael and Ms Regina. They were also Materiel Procurement Specialists, but they seemed to have real jobs. They sat at their desks most of the day, doing things on their computers. Sometime Ms Tara had Andy help out Ms Rachael. But usually that meant just doing stuff for the young lady; filing this, inputting that, being her helper. The last member of the team to arrive was Robin. He was a Materiel Procurement Clerk, whatever that was. Ms Regina was his supervisor, and it was obvious that the young man was madly in love with her. His job seemed to be to follow the girl around and tell her how great she was. Robin didn't wear office clothes, usually just a shirt (more of a girlish blouse), and even on cold days like this, shiny short-shorts, which clearly showed off his package - and the fact that his legs were shaved. his shorts flared at the leg, letting one see his often colorful, lacey underwear. And he didn't have a desk; he just stood or knelt next to Ms Regina at her desk, where the teen now hovered nervously. After his conference, Andy knew that it was "ok" for boys to dress in clothes that made them gentle. And he knew not to question how any female treated her male. But seeing the two "work" together still creeped Andy out. The way Ms Regina talked down to the boy, how she kept patting his behind, or slapped it if she was irritable or he did something she didn't like. And how she kept feeling him up; one could clearly see he spent most of the day with an erection. This morning Ms Regina was not happy that Robin arrived late. "Don't be late again, naughty boy, or I'll spank your butt in front of everybody!" The girl snapped; Andy felt nervous. Robin said something too quiet for Andy to hear, but that Ms Regina didn't like. She shoved him against a wall of their office. "You can just kiss my ass then, you little prick!" she exclaimed and slapped his face, hard. Then she turned around, trying to regain her composure. Robin meanwhile burst into tears, fell to his knees and kissed Ms Regina's behind. This had happened once before; then Andy felt contempt for Robin, but now he held his breath, hoping that the boy's humble submission would help Ms Regina forgive him. Andy felt his eyes start to mist in sympathy for Robin. He felt a slim hand hold his and gripped it for emotional support. Andy watched, shocked - and transfixed - as the scene played itself out in the middle of the office. Ms Regina walked an irritable step away from Robin. The boy followed her on his knees, whispering something and repeatedly kissing the seat of her pants. Ms Regina's expression softened, she reached behind her and stroked Robin's head, holding him against her round behind, letting the weeping teen's tears soak into her jeans. Ms Regina smiled her affection as she looked down at the boy, still kneeling, still clinging to her legs, still planting loving kisses on her ass. "All right, I forgive you," she finally said. She turned and lifted Robin to his feet. "I love you too much to stay mad at you anyway, you little twerp." "Now that it looks like things are calming down, why don't we get to work, kids?" Andy jumped at the sound of Ms Tara's voice, but was comforted by the feel of her ever-gentle hand on his shoulder. His eyes met those of Ms. Rachael, standing there, holding his hand. Her slight blush and wry smile told him that she, too, was caught up in the lovers' spat. "Rache, would you please get started on the next quarter's fuel oil request?" Ms Tara asked, gently putting her workers back in work mode. And Andrew dear, Ms Rachael will need the fuel figures from last quarter, that's a good boy." Andy smiled cheerfully as Ms Tara sent him down to the Physical Plant Coordinator's office with a loving pat on his behind. The rest of the morning passed quickly, as Andy fetched and carried for the girl at the computer. He kept stealing glances at Ms Regina and Robin. He couldn't get over seeing their spat earlier, nor how the teen boy fawned over Ms Regina now, but he was too busy being Ms Rachael's helper to dwell on it. "Andrew, be a dear and get me more cocoa," the young lady said absently, intent on deciphering those fuel figures. "Extra cream this time." Andy got the cute girl some cocoa, with some extra cream, like she liked it. He handed it to her, his smile in response to her pleased "Thank you, dear" turning to shock when Ms Rachael reached out and punctuated her thanks by gently squeezing his package. He was even more shocked to see he'd been sporting a rigid erection. "You and Robin," she giggled. "Cut from the same cloth. Ms Tara should get her Andrew some nice shorts to show that off, shouldn't she, dear boy?" Andy was nonplussed. He was about to sputter a reply when Ms Tara came to his rescue. "No, I think I'll leave him as is for now," she said. He calmed under Ms Tara's gentle smile, then jumped when she playfully squeezed his hard member. "We want to keep this warm for Ms Sandra, don't we, little one?" "Yes ma'am," Andy agreed. He blushed under the knowing gazes of his coworkers, tried not to have tears in his eyes and butterflies in his tummy when Ms Tara then kissed him. All-day-every-day matriarchy was still weird to Andy. But it was worth it for how it made his relationship with Sandy blossom. "Back to work now, precious," Ms Tara patted his behind lovingly, sending him once more to be Ms Rachael's helper. As he looked back at her running the office, Andy was so grateful for Ms Tara. And his embarrassing erection made him so grateful for his wife, whose deep love, and daily milkings, prevented anything inappropriate from happening at work. He realized then those early-mornings were his favorite time of day. Being milked by his wife at home, and then following around Ms Tara at work, made him feel so special. And so loved.