Tell me, Sean, would you like to fuck your mother?"
"What?"
With that, Dr. Olivia Walker had the full attention of her young client for the first time since he'd walked into her office half an hour before. Until now, he'd reclined on her saddle leather couch, staring sullenly at the ceiling and replying in monosyllables to her questions about basic matters like his schoolwork, sleep patterns, and overall state of mind.
Now, eighteen-year-old Sean Martin sat bolt upright. He swung his legs onto the floor to directly face his new therapist for the first time.
"I'm sorry," Olivia said earnestly. Inwardly, she was pleased with her success in piercing Sean's indifferent shell. "I phrased that poorly. What I meant to ask is if you have sexual fantasies about your mother."
Sean didn't answer immediately. He stared at her as if she was his teacher and he was trying to guess the right answer to a question in front of the whole class.
"Is that what Mom said?" he stalled. "That I, uh, have fantasies about her? Like, how would she even know that?"
Olivia peered at him over the red plastic rims of her eyeglasses. "Whatever is said in this office is confidential, Sean. You're an adult; nothing that you tell me in this session will be shared with your mother. By the same token, I can't tell you specifically what your mother has said to me. But you already know how concerned she is about your recent behavior, don't you? Isn't that why you agreed to her request that you come in to talk with me?"
"Sure." Sean waved dismissively and withdrew into silence again. He was still watching her closely, though, rather than lying back down on the couch or staring off at the framed pastel seascapes that adorned her office walls along with her diplomas and the photos of her own college-age sons. That much was good.
"Very well. This is your appointment, Sean. We can use it to work on your issues, or we can sit in silence for the rest of the hour. It's up to you."
Olivia turned her attention to the black leather notebook in her lap and jotted down a few words, pretending to ignore Sean. In truth, she had no intention of letting this good-looking young stud get out of her office without a thorough interview and examination. And she knew exactly how to hold a man's attention.
Watching him from the corner of her eye, she slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs so that her short navy skirt rode up to within a few inches shy of her crotch. His gaze traced the curve of her supple thighs up to the shadow between her legs. Her pussy moistened at the sight of the thick bulge growing beneath the denim of his tight jeans.
Promising. Very promising.
Olivia knew that no psychological association would condone her use of sexual allure to forge a therapist-patient rapport. She simply didn't care. She had her own ideas about how to best benefit her clients, ideas tested by extensive personal experimentation.
She believed that the best therapy for most of the virile young men she counseled was vigorous sexual activity. Sex was a natural and holistic path to peak mental and physical health. She aimed to nurture her male clients in positive expressions of their masculinity.
The best way to do this, she believed, was by fucking them. Olivia Walker was a multifaceted woman: a successful psychologist, an affectionate mother, and an unabashedly promiscuous slut.
Her small, exclusive practice provided her with steady access to potential partners. She preferred them young. Most guys she saw were no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Teens were the most open-minded and teachable in sexual matters, quickly learning to enjoy almost anything that got their rocks off. They got hard quicker, recovered faster, and invariably produced more of the delicious jism that she loved than did men her own age.
Clients often entered Olivia's office for the first time confused and anxious about their sexual urges and appetites. She listened, and she employed talking therapy when she thought it would help, but her greatest success came from opening her legs to them. Rarely did a young client fail to respond to her treatment. She sent them on their way with new confidence, a thorough sexual education, and drained balls.
Nature had gifted her with the tools for success in her unorthodox approach to counseling. Olivia was a tall, raven-haired beauty with arresting green eyes and a sensuous, full-lipped mouth. She favored closely-tailored professional suits which emphasized rather than disguised her lithe figure. She might have been mistaken for a ballerina except for one thing: her huge, perfectly sculpted breasts. At thirty-eight years old she still worked out for hours almost every day, strengthening her muscles so that she could walk gracefully erect with a pair of tits proportionate to a woman twice her size.
Olivia had looked forward with horny anticipation to this morning's meeting ever since first speaking with Sean's mother in Zoom chat. Still, she maintained her mask of professional detachment and continued to feign interest in her case notes. "Sean Martin, age nineteen years," she read for the dozenth time. "Freshman undergraduate at State University. Currently living at home with parents Teresa and Ralph Martin. Voluntarily enrolled for counseling at mother's request."
"There ain't really nothing to talk about," Sean said, seeking her attention now. Secretly pleased, Olivia looked up at him as if surprised to find him still sitting in her office.
"I don't know what Mom told you, but I'll bet it wasn't the whole story. She's the one who really oughta be on the couch."
"Interesting choice of words." Olivia tapped her pen against her upper teeth thoughtfully. She closed her glossy red lips gently around the barrel and sucked gently, almost imperceptibly at it. "You think your mother should talk to a therapist, because...?" She flicked her tongue across the pen's tip. Sean's eyes widened. His cock jerked visibly in his jeans.
"Because she's the one who's so fucking wound up about sex these days!" he blurted out. "Sorry," he added, embarrassed at his own rough language.
"You can say 'fucking' in here," she reassured him, pronouncing the word with special emphasis. "It's important that you feel free to speak your mind. There are no forbidden words in this office. Nor forbidden desires. I'm not a priest confessor. I'm here to help."
He exhaled slowly. "See, Mom and Dad have lots of problems. He's not home much. And when he does come home, a lot of the time he's drunk. Real drunk. He's...I'm not sure how to say it?"
"Is your father abusive to you or your mother in any way?"
"No! But he just, uh, ignores her."
"Your father neglects your mother."
"They...he sleeps in the den most nights. I'm pretty sure they're not, uh, doin' it. At all." Now the words tumbled out in a rush. "Mom's not even forty. She's nice, and pretty--she's beautiful! And she's miserable. I know she wants to-to--"
"Your mother wants to fuck." Olivia completed the thought for him. "Of course she does. It's hard to accept, sometimes, that parents are fully human beings, with all of the drives that you and I have. Fucking is healthy. I like to fuck, Sean. Don't you?"
Sean's mouth fell open. "Sure I do. I mean...I would."
"You're a virgin?"
"Technically, yeah." He blushed. Heat bloomed in Olivia's loins. This was going to be even better than she'd hoped.
"That's not unusual at your age, and nothing to be embarrassed by," she reassured him. "It probably seems to you like all your friends and everyone you know is fucking, but a great deal of boastful exaggeration about sex goes on in your cohort."
"I know that," Sean agreed, not wishing to appear naïve. "Anyway, Mom's started dressing a lot sexier lately. Like, real tight shorts and clingy shirts that show off her body. She's all over Dad when he comes in the door, and then after dinner sometimes she gets changed for bedtime early. But it's not the stuff she used to wear to bed. It's all short negligee kinds of things. A lot of see-through stuff! And it makes me feel, I don't know, weird."
Olivia nodded sympathetically. "It makes you feel invisible."
"Invisible?"
"Yes, In her desperate pursuit of your father's attention, she's not respecting your presence. She's oblivious to the fact that you are a man as well as her son, and that her displays affect you as they would any other man."
Sean hesitated. He seemed to be debating with himself about how much to confide. "She's not oblivious to me. Not anymore. Her sexing it up around the house didn't work on Dad, but it sure as fuck got me going. I get hard-ons lookin' at her. Any guy would! The first time she noticed, her eyes got real big and she looked shocked, and I was afraid she'd yell at me. But instead, she just got quiet and smiled at me in a weird way. She never looked at me like that before. It made me even hornier."
"I see." Olivia unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and spread her collar. The office suddenly seemed to have grown uncomfortably warm. "And has your mother exhibited any more overt behavior toward you?"
"Overt? Like what?"
"Does she flirt? Is she physically affectionate in ways that--"
"Yeah," Sean interrupted. "She hugs me a lot more than she used to. And she kinda...rubs against me."
"How does this make you feel?"
Sean was silent. He lowered his eyes to the brocaded carpet. Olivia was too well-trained an observer to miss the barely-suppressed grin that briefly curled the corners of his mouth.
"I see," she murmured, scrawling a note in her book. "What you're describing does sound like a mutual sexual attraction. She's anxiously projecting her own lustful feelings onto you, just as you suspect."
"Mom's hot for me?" Sean couldn't keep a hopeful note out of his voice.
"On a subconscious level, perhaps. And you're responding to her, ah, mating display as any healthy heterosexual man would."
"Wow. So what should I...do?" Olivia smiled at Sean's attempt to look more concerned than intrigued.
"First and most importantly, let me ease your mind. In my experience, such attractions between mothers and adult sons are not unusual. Certainly not anything for you to be ashamed of. On balance, they're healthy and can often be directed into positive channels."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I know what I'm talking about. I did my dissertation on a thing called 'genetic sexual attraction.' Do you know what that is?"
"Uh-uh."
"My thesis was that familial sexual urges are far more common among adult relatives than is generally believed. My research over time has confirmed that. In your case...well, I can easily imagine your mother fantasizing about fucking you, just as you do about her. Just look at you--so strong and so handsome, with all those curls and that cleft chin and those big broad shoulders and that brooding look..."
Sean laughed nervously. "You're one weird shrink."
"I'm a very practical 'shrink,' as you put it," She walked over to sit beside Sean on the couch, and put her hand on his arm. "I believe there's therapeutic value in direct talk and action. Most of my work is done with young men like yourself. My clients come to me primarily through private referral."
"Right. Mom said that Aunt Sophie recommended you. She said that you'd worked wonders for my cousin Rory."
"Yes, I remember Rory and Sophia well." A delicious little shiver raced through Olivia as she recalled her family sessions with the mother and son. "How are they?"
"Okay, I guess. Sophie told Mom that since she divorced Uncle John, Rory's really stepped up to help her out. Says he's her rock."
"I don't doubt it." Olivia didn't have to imagine just how rock-hard Rory could get for his youthful mother. She'd personally guided the mother-son couple through the flowering stages of their burgeoning sexual relationship.
Her experience with Rory and Sophia was one reason that Olivia wasn't surprised by Sean's claims about his own mother. There was unquestionably a strong predisposition to incestuous lust in that family. And in her video conversation with Teresa Martin, the attractive blonde mother's voice and body language had conveyed not anxiety at Sean's behavior so much as arousal. Her rapid breathing, flushed cheeks, and even the fluttering of her hand about her throat and bosom as she'd described Sean's secret caresses and kisses behind his father's back suggested that the real problem here was Teresa's repression.
Olivia knew how to break through repression.
"Let me ask you something, Sean. Have you ever fantasized about your Aunt Sophia? The way you do your mother?"
"Yeah," he replied hesitantly.
"Again, entirely natural. It shows that you're not exclusively fixated on your mother to a troublesome degree. I know Sophia well. Perhaps, like your mother, she's even dreamed of having you naked in her bed and between her legs at night." Olivia leaned in close to Sean's ear and whispered, "Do you ever picture yourself with both of them together?"
This was the crucial moment. If Sean shrank from her physical closeness or otherwise reacted with rejection or denial--well, at the very least, she'd be putting in hours sucking the cocks of a lot of old men at the state licensing board to salvage her credentials.
But her instincts about sex were rarely wrong. Sean grinned, nodded, and leaned toward her.
"Of course, that can't happen," she said, standing abruptly and stepping away from him. His face fell. "Surely you can see the problems. The explosive complexity of the family dynamics in such a case?" Olivia paced the room as she spoke, gesturing as if presenting at a seminar.
"Sure, I can see that!" Sean agreed quickly, trying to hide his disappointment. "I'm not a dumb kid, you know."
"Good. I'm confident that I can work with both you and your mother to find a mutually beneficial resolution to your predicament. One I hope that you'll find deeply satisfying. In the meantime..."
She stopped and crouched in front of Sean so that their faces were level. "In the meantime, we're left with the dilemma of your completely normal sexual frustration in this situation. I assume you relieve as much as you can by masturbating?"
"Uh-huh."
"You say you're technically a virgin. What does that mean?"
"I fool around with this one girl in the choir at church, but it's kinda difficult, for reasons."
"I think I understand." Olivia's gaze dropped to Sean's crotch, where the growing bulge of his cock looked like it was about to bust his zipper open. "It doesn't sound to me like you're getting nearly the kind of sexual release that a young man needs for optimum health. Fortunately, I can help in this area.
"Would you please undo your pants for me? I'd like to have a look at your penis."
She almost laughed aloud at Sean's stunned expression. "You want to what?"
"I want to see your cock." She folded her arms across his knees and looked up at him through half-closed eyes. "Come on, big guy. Show me what I'm going to be sucking."
A broad grin spread across Sean's face as he caught on. "Whatever you say, Doc."
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, standing up to let them drop to his ankles. As he stood before Olivia in only his underpants and tee shirt she realized gleefully that he was still not fully erect. The impressive bulge that she'd been admiring had been no more than perhaps half a hard-on. But now his prick kept growing, the shaft swelling and the mushroom-like head rising upward to push against the elastic of his shorts.
Sean's cock was even bigger than his cousin Rory's.
Olivia's whole body hummed with arousal as she unbuttoned and shrugged out of her gray blazer, tossing it onto a chair. Still crouching, she reached up and drew her forefinger along the underside of Sean's prick. A wet spot appeared on his briefs near the tip of his cock as pre-cum soaked through the thin black cotton garment.
"It will facilitate the exercise if you're naked." She peeled his underwear over his hips and down his legs. When he stepped out of them, she scooted forward between his legs, wrapping a hand around each of his big muscular thighs and staring almost straight upward at the huge testicles dangling between them. His scrotum was already full and engorged.
"You are a well-equipped young man, aren't you?" Olivia marveled. The cock thrusting out above her head was now hard as a marble column, throbbing with life and heat. It pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, speeding up visibly when her warm breath tickled his flesh.
Her thong panties had ridden up between her cunt lips and her pussy juice was leaking out around the scant, flimsy nylon. She reached up her skirt and yanked her panties down to mid-thigh, sighing with relief. Underclothes were such a nuisance. Given the choice, she'd never wear any at all.
She worked her right hand up Sean's left leg, massaging and kneading the corded muscles as she moved toward his crotch. At the same time, she extended her other index finger to lightly touch his cock just behind the flaring helmet, gently scratching her fingernail up and down along the thick veiny shaft.
"Jesus!" Sean groaned. "Goddamn, Doc, that feels great!"
"You may call me 'Olivia' if you'd like," she offered. "I'd rather that you think of me as a friend rather than a professional authority figure while we explore your more sensitive concerns." She tipped her head back and kissed the base of his cock where it merged into his ball sack.
Sean groaned loudly. Catching his breath, he said, "Okay, Doctor Olivia."
She smiled at that. "You say that you masturbate frequently?"
"Five or six times a day, at least." Sean's reply was matter-of-fact, not at all boastful.
Olivia's heart leaped. Doing her best to maintain her composure, she asked, "Would you say that you produce a great deal of semen when you masturbate?
"Is-is it important?"
"It would be helpful for me to know what to expect, yes."
"All right. I always shoot a lot. Like, it feels like I got buckets of the stuff backed up in the morning. I don't guess it could be that much, but it sure makes a mess. I started doing my own laundry because I was embarrassed that Mom would notice."
"Oh, hyperspermia is a, um, real phenomenon," Olivia assured him, swallowing hard. She struggled to tamp down her excitement. Sean was her first appointment this morning, which meant that it had been several hours since her last creamy mouthful of potent teen spunk. "It's uncommon, but I've seen a few cases. In fact, your--I mean to say, another of my recent clients exhibited the same condition."
She'd been about to say "Rory," but stopped herself short of violating patient confidentiality. Her mouth watered as she recalled the bellyfuls of cum that she had shared with Sophia in this office as they'd pumped and sucked her son dry in session after session.
"So it's normal?" Sean asked.
"Hmm?"
"Ah gee, Doc, I've never had a girl zone out on me while we were messing around."
"Oh! I wasn't--that is, I was trying to recall something relevant from my casework." Sean's cock jumped as she stroked it from tip to root. "But to answer your question, you shouldn't worry about producing an unusual amount of semen. Many women are highly aroused by the experience of having a man shoot a great deal of cum into their vaginas, or mouths, or even all over their faces."
"I've seen that in porn," Sean said brightly. "Doctor Olivia, do you like..."
Olivia flashed him a bashful smile, batted her eyelids, and playfully darted her pointed tongue out to lick her puckered lips. That made him buck his hips so suddenly against her hand that his prick slipped away from her for a moment.
She needed both hands to hold his cock steady, as her fingers didn't reach much more than halfway around the shaft. It was one of the biggest of the countless cocks that she'd enjoyed. Now that he had a full hard-on, she guessed it was bigger around than the handle of a baseball bat. Her fingers trembled as she caressed the length of it; the silky smooth flesh enclosing the steely trunk was feverishly hot. When she reached the base of his prick she squeezed gently, held it for a moment, then slowly slid her hands back up to his glans. It was a beauty.
"Is this pleasurable?" she whispered, gazing up into his blue eyes. His only answer was an animal groan. Her question was merely rhetorical. Her sexual instincts were superb and she'd honed her techniques on so many men that she could have brought Sean to climax in less than a minute if she'd wished to.
But what fun would that be?
Fun was the point, after all, and pleasure was the purpose of Olivia's life and work. Pleasure for those who were lucky enough to be her clients, and pleasure for herself. She loved fucking both men and women. She loved pussy-eating and titty-sucking with a hot older babe like Sophia but even more than that she loved to get her hands on a fresh young cock like Rory's or Sean's. To feel the primal power of a surging prick within her grasp, and to tame and use it. She delighted in edging a young stud until he begged for release and then claiming her reward in the form of a creamy fountain of hot jism shooting up from the depths of his balls.
It was partly because of Olivia's preference for young fuck-meat that she'd never married. Better the life of a single mother over the dreary prospect of monogamy with one aging male. Young guys could fuck like jackhammers for ages, and that was the way she liked it best. They were the only men able to keep up with and satisfy her, as her libido had only grown stronger and more demanding with the passing years. She liked getting to the guys before they developed selfish sexual habits, thus allowing her to properly train their pricks to please her pussy.
Olivia had the highest of hopes for Sean in this regard.
She slipped her fingers up and down his prick with the lightest of teasing touches, coaxing bubbling drops of clear pre-cum from his cock-slit. The fluid oozed and rolled down the cleft on the underside of his glans like strands of honey. He closed his eyes, his legs trembling and his breath coming in short gasps.
Olivia stood up to kick off her thong and slide an arm around Sean's waist, guiding him to sit back down on the couch. His nipples stood out under the gray cotton tee shirt that was all he was still wearing. She licked one of them until his shirt was soaked with her spit, then sucked the pebbly nubbin between her lips and bit gently.
"Oh, fuck," he panted as she jacked him off with one hand while nursing on his nipples. She sensed that he was close to popping his nuts. She got down on her knees in front of him with her face inches from his cock. Grasping the thick base in one hand, she lubed her other with his pre-cum and closed her fingers around the shaft just behind his glans, pumping him with a firmer grip than before, just a few inches up and down, now and then swiping her finger across his cock-head to collect more warm goo. She carefully applied just enough friction to bring him to the edge and hold him there.
"Harder!" Sean pleaded. "Do it harder!" The grimace on his face was one of tormented need, riding a fine line between the exquisite joy of being sexually handled by a world-class slut and the agony of pressure in his balls so great that he felt like they might explode.
"Are you sure, Sean? Are you sure you're ready to shoot a great big load of cum for Doctor Olivia?"
"Oh, fuck...yeah! Please! I can't--AGGH!" Every muscle of the young man's body contracted as, with a flick of her talented fingers, Olivia triggered his climax. It was as simple for her as flipping a switch. His balls spasmed and his cock jumped in her hands. The first white ribbon of jism blasted from the tip of his cock, rifling a foot into the air, splattering down onto his belly and into Olivia's luxurious dark curls. His second volley didn't shoot quite so high but was just as messy. The third still arced well above her head, raining onto her shoulders and back, the fourth and fifth spurting rich warm ball juice over her fingers and wrist.
Olivia pumped her cum-coated hand along Sean's prick and tickled his balls with her fingertips, darting her tongue at the base of his cock to keep his jism flowing for as long as she could. By the time his orgasm began to subside, her pink blouse was sopping with his seed. It puddled on the dark leather of the couch between his legs, shimmering like fresh milk.
Olivia understood human sexual response well, and she knew her own body best of all. She was so turned on by mastering this virgin stud that she knew she could make herself climax at that instant with just a single touch of her finger on her lust-hardened clit. Yet she refrained.
"I kinda messed up your blouse." Sean inhaled raggedly, recovering from the most fantastic orgasm of his life.
"It's polyester," Olivia shrugged, pulling the blouse off over her head and dropping it on the carpet.
Sean looked down through lust-fogged eyes at the vision of mature sexuality kneeling before him, still clad in her skirt and bra. The bra was a frilly thing of white Spandex and elastic, edged in white lace. Despite the delicate details, substantial engineering must have gone into its design for it to be able to contain the curving bounty of Doctor Olivia's tits.
"For our next exercise, I think I should be unencumbered." She winked at him and unsnapped the front of her bra. It gave way like a sundered dam before a raging flood. Her gigantic breasts spilled out. They were as big and as perfect as his mother's, but different. Mom's skin was pale as a china doll's and her nipples were perky domes, pink as strawberry cake frosting on the peaks of her incredible titties. Olivia's flesh was a golden tan and her areolae were dusky and flat and nearly as big around as soda cans.
"That's more like it," she sighed, relieved to be free of restraining clothes.
"Next exercise?" Sean repeated when he found his voice again.
Olivia placed the palm of one small hand gently on his softening dick. "I assume that when you masturbate you're good for several in a row. Aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Since we still have time left in our hour. I'd be doing you a professional disservice not to make the best use of it by giving you a proper cock-sucking." Her fingers moved down to stir and fondle his nuts. Sean felt the skin of his cock tighten and his shaft swelled and rose again.
Olivia lowered her face to Sean's crotch, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed his cum-dripping cock helmet. Her eyes were half-closed, her eyelids fluttering as if she were lost in a dream as she swallowed the first few inches of his prick.
The heat of her mouth and the pillowy softness of her lips closing around his glans sent bolts of pleasure surging out from the tip of Sean's cock, racing down the shaft, through his balls and crotch to radiate through his entire body. He sagged heavily backward, propping himself up on the couch cushion with his elbows and struggling to hold up his head against the overwhelming sensations that threatened to reduce him to a limp, helpless rag doll. He willed himself to sit up. He had to watch this amazing older woman, so different and yet so much like his own mother, kissing and tonguing and sliding her mouth down over his prick.
"Uhhhnn..." he groaned hoarsely as the black-haired beauty rolled her wet tongue along the underside of his cock. When she had half of him in her mouth, she paused briefly in her progress. His cock-knob was lodged in the tightness at the top of her throat. He was sure that she would have to pull her head back and release his prick to avoid choking.
Instead, incredibly, Olivia just flared her nostrils and took several long, deep breaths as she started moving forward again, swallowing another several inches of his prick with apparent ease.
Sean couldn't believe what was happening. He'd had his cock sucked before, or so he'd believed. Several of the gals at school had attempted blow jobs on his big dick. They'd kiss his cock and lick around the head, look into his eyes, and vamp in what they thought of as a seductive manner while they struggled to get his cock-head into their mouths. Or, at least, part of his cock-head. One had managed to work her lips past the ridge of the helmet before gagging and yanking her face away.
He wasn't a self-centered guy, and he'd been grateful for every halting, clumsy effort that his girlfriends had made on his behalf. And he'd climaxed every time. How could he not? He figured there was no such thing as a bad blow job. It all felt good, and the girls wanted to please him. He'd happily eaten them out in return.
But that had been the problem--his classmates were doing it to please him. He could see that they didn't enjoy sucking him off for their own sakes. They were uncomfortable, and why the hell shouldn't they be? He'd chalked it all up to being cursed with a dick that was too damned big.
Well, maybe there wasn't any such thing as a bad blow job but he was finding out now that there was such a thing as a great one. Doctor Olivia was not only able to throat his entire dick, her lips relentlessly moving onward an inch at a time down his meaty shaft toward his crotch, but her lusty slurps and gurgles and the little moans escaping her throat past his plugging prick left no doubt that she loved sucking him off. Absolutely fucking loved it!
How could this be true? And how could he be so lucky to have it happen to him? To him, of all people? He'd dreaded this morning's meeting since he'd first made the appointment under the watchful eye of his mother.
It wasn't so much that Sean didn't want a solution to his "problem with Mom." Fuck, it was driving him crazy night and day.
He just couldn't see how it was going to help anything to go talk to some old shrink he'd never met, about emotions and urges that he knew weren't "normal" and were, in fact, pretty goddamned humiliating. He couldn't imagine confiding in a stranger.
What was he going to say to this Dr. Walker, anyway? Could he tell her about his mother's casual habit of wandering around the house in transparent nighties and crotchless panties? Christ, he'd looked through a bunch of lingerie sites online and still didn't know what some of the things she wore were called.
In his naïveté, he'd been half afraid that this shrink would want to prescribe pills to depress his sex drive. There was no way he was going for that.
No, in Sean's mind, there were just two possible solutions to his lust for his mom. One involved his moving to Antarctica to study penguin migration.
The other was for his gorgeous sexy mother to fuck him.
Sean hated cold weather. So he'd much rather have stripped Mom bare naked, carried her up to bed, climbed between her legs, and fucked her until neither of them could walk.
And he was convinced that she wanted that, too.
Now, as Olivia bobbed her head steadily, her gigantic tits bouncing against her rib cage as she fucked her tightly stretched lips up and down his engorged prick, Sean half closed his eyes and imagined that it was his mother sucking him off. Maybe that was kind of fucked up, but the fantasy made his dick even harder, the throbbing veins standing out and a steady trickle of pre-cum leaking from his cock-knob to slide down Olivia's hot throat.
Sean was used to getting it up quickly for a second go after his first cum of the morning, but "quickly" usually meant at least five minutes. This incredibly talented slut had him almost ready to explode again, with almost no recovery time at all.
"Gonna cum," he warned Olivia, expecting her to take his cock out of her mouth. Instead, she just kept bobbing and sucking. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself in close to him, forcing his prick so far down into her throat that he was afraid he might bruise her lungs or something. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed like a bellows, increasing the suction all along his cock.
She was going to let him cum right down her throat--more than that, he could tell that she wanted it! The realization pushed him over the edge. "Oh, fuck! That's it, Doc. Suck it! Harder! Work out on that goddamn thing. I'm gonna blow right down your cocksucking throat!"
His cock started spitting, shooting a torrent of jism into Olivia's hot mouth. Her incredible throat muscles gripped and massaged him. She reached down between her legs under her skirt. He could tell that she was playing with herself, and then he felt the vibrating hum of her cock-stifled moan as she climaxed along with him.
Olivia gulped and sucked and swallowed, taking every drop of his jism before releasing his cock with a last satisfied slurp.
Sean's cum oozed from the corners of her mouth. Several long drops fell onto the lush mounds of her huge tits. He watched in disbelief as she nonchalantly wiped and collected it on her fingertips.
"You certainly weren't exaggerating about how much you cum, were you?" Olivia laughed as she lapped up the gooey white stuff. "Mmmm, I love it."
"I'm good for at least one more," Sean volunteered, perhaps a little too eagerly. He desperately wanted to lose his virginity this morning. His hopes were dashed when Olivia glanced at the clock on her desk and shook her head.
"I'm afraid our hour is up." Seeing his crestfallen expression, Olivia leaned forward and patted his cheek. "Don't be discouraged. My professional evaluation is that your condition is complex enough to require further investigation. I recommend that we schedule you for regular visits--at least once, perhaps twice a week in the beginning. We'll see how it goes, from there."
"Okay," Sean said, brightening a bit. "But are you sure we can't--"
"Patience, darling." She kissed him on the lips. "If you'll trust me and are willing to do the work, I'm confident that I can help you achieve your fondest dreams."
Olivia tossed him his pants and began dressing herself. "With your permission, I'd like to speak to your mother again. The poor woman is conflicted and dreadfully confused. I'm confident that I can help her."
"Oh, I'll tell her to call you right away," Sean said with a wide grin.Olivia believed strongly in work-life balance. She divided most of her days between her counseling practice and quality time spent at home with Dylan and Tyler, her eighteen-year-old twins.
Home was a grand Tudor house in a quiet upscale neighborhood just outside the city. She'd lived there all her life, first with her father and household staff and now alone with her sons. She returned on the evening after Sean's appointment to find Dylan sprawled on the white sofa in the great room wearing nothing but athletic shorts. He was absorbed in a video playing on a tablet.
"Feet off the couch, buster," she drawled. "You just been lazing around here like that all afternoon? Schoolwork?"
"All done." Dylan made a disgusted face. "Calculus I. Easy."
"Your brother would disagree, I'm sure. You could tutor him."
"If he was interested. He's just lazy. And he's still out at soccer."
The twins were as temperamentally different as brothers could be. Dylan was an intellectual introvert; Tyler, on the other hand, was outgoing and had never encountered a team sport in which he didn't excel. Physically, they resembled their mother: dark-haired, green-eyed, with the spare, long-muscled physiques of distance runners. She'd never had difficulty telling them apart, but it was easier for other folks these days as Tyler's continual competitive training had bulked him up a great deal.
"What're you watching? Is that my iPad?" Olivia took the tablet from Dylan's hand. The video showed an attractive redheaded woman of about forty, naked and riding the cock of a much younger man. Olivia recognized them. She'd made the recording in her office, with their permission.
"Fuck me harder, Rory!" the woman moaned, throwing her head back in abandon. She arched her back as she lifted herself until her partner's cock showed wetly in the soft light of the office lamps, then slid down his pole to slap her ass against his thighs. "Do you like that, baby? Am I fucking you right?"
"You're doing great, Mom," the young man encouraged her. "Just the way I like it. You're the best fuck in the world!"
Olivia frowned and clucked her tongue. "Sophia seeks her son's approval too much. It's like the sun rises and sets on him." She handed the tablet back to Dylan. "And you, naughty fellow, know that Mother's client files are supposed to be private. They're not jack-off fuel for the likes of my nosy offspring."
Dylan gave her a lopsided smile. "I figured if you cared that much, you'd make up better passwords." He returned to watching the scene with his mother looking over his shoulder. "Look at those big tits. Fucking hot. Who is she?"
"Sophia Hendricks. You know, I had her nephew in my office this morning. She referred him."
"Cool. You fuck 'im?"
"Not yet. All good things..." Olivia winked and smiled at her son. Most mothers would be dismayed to find their son watching such a scene, and offended by questions such as Dylan's. She was not most mothers. Utterly without a shred of sexual guilt or shame of her own, she'd sworn not to pass on what she viewed as outdated and repressive social mores to the twins. She encouraged them to experiment and to express their sexuality freely.
She led by example, having fucked away both sons' virginity eleven months ago on their eighteenth birthday. To Dylan and Tyler, Olivia was more than their mother. She was the hottest, most wanton woman any man could dream of, and she'd made herself available to them every day and night from then until now.
Dylan watched the image of Sophia Hendricks screaming as she climaxed with her own son's cock in her cunt. "Man, I'd love to do her."
Olivia was pleased to see the big erection tenting her son's shorts. She slipped a hand inside his waistband and fondled his shaft. "I believe she and Rory are out of the country right now. A long tropical 'honeymoon cruise' to celebrate her divorce from his father. We'll see what we can arrange when they return." She gave Dylan's cock a loving squeeze.
"Right now, I really need a long hot bath. You know where to find me if you want me."
Alone in the master bathroom, Olivia stripped and ran a bath with bubbles and vanilla-scented oil. She slid gratefully into the oversized spa tub, sinking up to her shoulders in the soothing hot water.
Before long her heart quickened to the sound of bare footsteps on the main stair and along the carpeted hall. Dylan appeared in the bathroom doorway stark naked, an eager grin on his face and his long, club-like prick swaying stiffly between his legs.
"I'm sure that jerking off all afternoon must be sweaty work," she teased. "Come let Mommy give you a bath."
She didn't have to repeat the invitation. Dylan lowered himself into the water between her legs and leaned back against her, his shoulder blades nestled against her cushiony tits. She scrubbed his broad chest and hard stomach and long, lean limbs with a soapy sponge.
"I hope you haven't wasted all your jism on my videos," she purred.
"You know I always got plenty for you, Mom."
"Mmmm, yes, you always do." She crossed her ankles over Dylan's calves, trapping him between her firm thighs. She explored him with both hands, marveling for the thousandth time at his cock. It was so thick and long and curved to reach and stimulate every nerve along her hot cunt channel. His glans was huge but tapered so that it slid like butter into her pussy or down her throat or into her ass.
A perfect cock for her. A cock exactly like his brother's.
She squirted some lubricating lotion onto her palms from a glass bottle she kept handy on the marble tub ledge and spread it over Dylan's prick. Slathering it over the close-cropped hair of his scrotum with one hand, she formed a circle with the thumb and forefinger of her other and slid them lightly up and down his steely shaft.
"That's it, Mom, get me good and slick," Dylan groaned appreciatively. "Your pussy's so tight you're gonna need it when I stick my big dick in you up to my nuts!"
"Braggart," Olivia murmured. "Behave yourself." She leaned forward to give him a long kiss, her tongue probing deep into his mouth while she continued jacking him off and playing with his balls. He was right, though. She was built small down there, and despite the many cocks that she'd taken in her slutty sex slit through the decades, she was still nearly as tight as on the night that Dylan and Tyler's father had popped her cherry. She attributed it to a combination of genetic predisposition and daily exercise. Nothing worked all of a woman's pelvic muscles quite like squeezing them around a big prick.
Dylan twisted around and rolled onto his stomach in the water, bringing him face-to-face with his mother's massive breasts, all firm and round and ready for his mouth. He clamped his lips around one large brown areola and sucked hard, pulling the elastic flesh far into his mouth. He bit down gently, making her squirm and kick her feet in the warm water. Bubbles floated and spilled onto the bathroom floor.
"Oh!" she cried out in mock distress. "You're devouring me alive. Someone help me!"
Dylan laughed and crushed her in his arms, holding her fast so that he could enjoy her body as he pleased. Mom insisted that she liked being physically dominated, even manhandled. "My grateful clients treat me like I'm a damn porcelain rose," she'd complained more than once. "Sometimes I just want to be mauled. I want to be fucked hard and passed around like a bong, darlings. Mama wants to be used."
Her sons were only too happy to satisfy any and all of her cravings.
Moving his mouth back and forth between her big funbags, Dylan sucked and nibbled and flicked his tongue across her turgid nipples until they stood up big and plump as ripe cherries. Her legs were clamped around the backs of his thighs, hugging him close against her. He slipped a hand between their bodies and fingered his naked mother's hairless pussy, delicately parting her sex lips and sliding in up to the knuckle. He added a second finger, then started pumping them in and out.
"Yes, baby..." Olivia's head rolled on her shoulders, her lips parting in a small "o" of arousal. Her inner walls flexed and pulled at his fingers. Even underwater, Dylan could tell how wet she was, how ready for his cock. She always was. Mom was the most constantly horny woman he'd fucked, in his brief but busy career as the latest young stud to be shared and swapped around by the young housewives and career women of this exclusive neighborhood.
"I need it now," Olivia begged.
"Need what?" Dylan taunted. He loved to hear Mom say the words.
"Your cock. Fingers aren't enough anymore. Mommy needs your cock in her pussy."
He pulled his fingers away and wriggled into position. Taking his throbbing prick in his hand, he dragged his cock-knob up and down the length of her cunt, rubbing it against the stiff little bud of her clit before resting it at the mouth of her soapy slit,
"Ohhhh..." Olivia sighed needily. She took her son's cock in her delicate fingers and eased his glans into her motherly fuck-hole, relaxing her inner muscles to ease his way inward. Excited though he was, Dylan didn't hurry. He enjoyed taking his mother at a leisurely pace, making her wait for the one thing that she desired above everything else on Earth: being filled to her core by a huge cock. Whatever pleased Mom gave him pleasure as well.
She was like a furnace this afternoon. Slipping inside her was like sticking his dick into a churning pool of hot cream. Once his cock was embedded well up her cunt she let go of his shaft and put her hands on his hips, gently urging him forward. He rolled his hips, burrowing into her, the membranes of her sex channel stretching and yielding around his invading prick. She moaned with motherly satisfaction at being fucked once again by her son and contracted her practiced pussy muscles to pull him as deep as possible on the first stroke.
"That's just right, darling," she cooed, squirming her hips in the water. She took his face in both hands and pulled him in for another kiss. "That's the way to fuck your mother. So deep, so big...I haven't had a cock in my cunt since I left the house this morning. You know I just played with myself all the way home from the office, dreaming about this."
"You honestly didn't fuck that guy this morning? That's weird for you."
"Sean? Goodness, no. I got him off twice with my mouth and hands, but he's a virgin. His first real pussy-fuck should be with someone special, don't you agree?"
"No one's more special than you, Mom."
"You're very sweet. But then, I'm your mother. Having your cock in my cunt is just naturally more thrilling for both of us." She arched her back, lifting her hips almost out of the bubbles to meet his thrusting prick. "I wouldn't want to deprive Sean of such an exquisite moment."
Dylan raised his hips slowly, sliding his hands down to cup his mother's ass cheeks, drawing her up snugly against him. With a long, slow thrust he sank his whole cock into her pussy until their bellies slapped wetly together. She clung to him, pelvis rocking in time with his, rippling the muscles of her cunt along his invading shaft to heighten the pleasure for both of them. She was an expert on exactly how to stimulate and prolong a man's arousal without triggering his climax.
"Oh, Mom," he moaned. "You've got the sweetest pussy in the whole goddamn world."
This time he pulled completely out of her, the tip of his prick poised less than an inch from her flowering pussy lips. She mewled and hurled herself upward, desperate to recapture her son's meaty pole. He drove in deep, without warning, completely impaling her.
"Aieeee!" she shrieked.
Dylan fucked his mother in earnest now, bucking and thrusting, his big cock pistoning into her secret depths. She responded like a slut who'd been locked alone in a tower for years, squealing and trembling all over and crying, her fuck-hole convulsively grabbing and squeezing his shaft. She spread her thighs as wide as she could, arms locked around his neck, raining wet kisses up and down his face and throat.
"So big, so fucking big!" she cried. "Give it all to Mommy, tear me up! Dick me through the fucking floor!"
He hammered into her cunt as hard and as fast as he could. That was what she wanted. It was what she loved. Her huge tits quivered and bounced against his chest. She let go of his neck and dug her nails into his ass cheeks so hard that he winced. It was like she was trying to drag his entire body into her cunt.
"Cumming!" she cried. "Harder, Dylan! Keep going, keep going, fuck Mommy... cummminnnng!" Olivia's cunt tightened around her son's pile-driving prick until the delicious pressure set off his orgasm as well. A torrent of jism blasted up the length of his cock, flooding her sizzling sex channel. He felt like it might never stop, that he would empty and use himself up. He kept fucking until finally his spurting cum ebbed way to a dribble and he'd drained his balls completely into his mother's unprotected womb.
Mom went limp beneath him. "Oh, honey, that was wonderful," she whispered. She ran her fingers gently through Dylan's dark curls, so like her own. "You've become quite the stud, you know? Mama's prize stallion."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Bet I can do better." The voice was nearly identical to Dylan's, but noticeably more strident. Dylan's twin brother, Tyler, leaned against the bathroom door with folded arms and a smirk on his face. He was barefoot but otherwise still dressed for the soccer field. "No offense, Bro."
"Get fucked," Dylan snapped.
"That's the plan, yeah."
"It's not a competition, fellas," Olivia laughed. "How long have you been standing there peeping on us?"
"Peeping? Hell, I couldn't have got y'all's attention with a fire hose. I could hear you guys from the front yard. Melanie Hudson from across the courtyard's likely to call the cops to report a murder in progress."
"More like Melanie'll be bangin' on the front door wanting to get in on the action," Dylan joked.
"Then it's a good thing I'm here. Since Mom's wrung you all out." Tyler grabbed his hard cock through his blue shorts and waved it at Olivia.
"Jerk!"
"Stop it, you two!" Olivia stepped out of the tub, taking a bath towel from its rack and handing it to Dylan. "Tyler, get out of those filthy things. You can join us in bed after you shower."
Olivia's bed was custom-made and big enough to sleep half a dozen people. She'd actually used it with four or five friends on several occasions, but most nights it was just her and her sons.
While Tyler hastily showered, Olivia sat up against the wide padded headboard with her legs spread and Dylan's mouth pressed against her smooth pussy mound. She shivered at the gentle pressure of his lips on her moist cunt slit. His nose brushed against her hard clit as he nibbled at the folds of her pussy.
"You are so good at this," Olivia told him, stroking his hair lovingly. "You and your brother both are. "
"He's just a clumsy jock," Dylan sneered. Showing off, he flicked out his tongue and lapped up and down her cunt in a lingering motion, his tongue tip poking up into her hole now and then to make her shudder with delight. His eyes fixed on the way her big tits jiggled when she trembled. When his tongue whipped across her clit, sending flutters through her churning cunt, she moaned and rotated her butt in small circles on the mattress.
He moved his hands from her hips to her small round ass cheeks, squeezing them and cupping them, lifting her up from the mattress and drilling his stiffened tongue into her slit like a small cock.
The move drove Olivia insane. A hoarse growl tore from her throat as she heaved her cunt up at her son. Pussy juice gushed over his mouth and chin as she climaxed.
"Your turn. Bet I can get you up again before your brother gets here," Olivia whispered conspiratorially. She was pleased to see the broad grin that split Dylan's face as he switched places with her, reclining against the headboard while she stretched out on her stomach between his legs. Managing the twins' rivalry had become more challenging as they'd grown into young manhood. Making each feel special without showing favoritism was a constant balancing act.
"It's not like it's gonna take but a minute," Dylan said. "I'm halfway hard already from eatin' your pussy." It was true. When Olivia planted a wet kiss on his balls, the meaty column of his prick leaped and swelled to full erection. At their age, and with their hot whore of a mother to coach and reward them every day, Dylan and Tyler's cocks could recover and their cum tanks recharge within minutes.
Olivia licked her son's towering cock from top to bottom, then leaned closer to take the flared head between her lips. Without warning, he grabbed her head in both hands to hold her in place and started fucking her face, rocking his hips while moving her head up and down his shaft.
"Fuck but I love your mouth," Dylan groaned as he drove his cock-knob into the top of Olivia's throat. "Nobody sucks cock like you do."
Olivia beamed with lustful pride at her son's praise. She spread her legs wide apart and wriggled on her belly, sliding her stiff nipples and clit back and forth over the sateen top sheet to work herself up toward another climax.
"That's an open invitation if I ever saw one," Tyler said, drying his hair and dropping the damp bath towel onto the carpet. His mother was so excited by what was to come that her wide-open pussy was squirting pussy juice onto the sheet beneath her. He grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them under her hips, lifting her pelvis into a position where he could easily penetrate her with little effort. Climbing onto the bed behind her, he eased his dick into her moist cunt. She sighed blissfully, her well-fucked cunt opening wider to welcome its second cock in less than an hour.
Olivia pushed Dylan's hands away from her head and pulled all but the end of his prick from her mouth. "Put it in," she mumbled. "Mommy needs it. Fuck me while I suck your brother's cock."
"Just you hold onto your fat tits," Tyler teased. He was not in any big hurry, despite having looked forward to this moment all day. Fucking was one part of living with his mother where he could be in control for a little while. Part of the satisfaction was making her wait.
In his opinion, his brother was too anxious to please Mom. Dylan took her at her word when she said that she wanted to be submissive to her sons, if not to other men, but even as he physically dominated her he silently sought her approval.
But bossing Mom suited Tyler's aggressive nature to a tee. He meant to use her this evening in any way that he wanted for as long as he wanted, knowing that she would love every second of it and beg him for more.
He slipped a few inches of his cock into her pussy, stirred it around, then abruptly pulled out. She humped backward, trying futilely to fuck herself onto his pole."What are you doing? Fuck me!"
"Chill. How long's it been, fifteen minutes since you had Dylan's cock in you? You can't be that fuckin' horny." Again he jabbed into his mother's buttery depths, going halfway in before pulling out again.
"Stop it! You're not funny!"
Tyler looked past her, winking at Dylan, who despite his best effort to look disapproving nearly busted out laughing.
"Say 'Please,'" he taunted.
"I'm warning you--"
Tyler poked his prick into her ass crack. "Come on now, Mother..."
"Tyler!"
He bent slightly, sliding his cock between her thighs, beneath her, slowly dragging the top of the wet shaft back along her belly, rubbing it across her clit.
"Say it, slut."
"P-please," Olivia whimpered. "I-I need it...you know I do. Please fuck me-e-e- EEEE!"
Tyler slammed his cock home in an instant, his balls slapping against his mother's cunt-lips.
Olivia's shrill cries of joy were cut short by Dylan grabbing the nape of her neck and dragging her mouth back onto his huge prick. "Shut up and suck, Mom."
"Now you got it," Tyler egged his twin on. "Make her do double duty. When she's really howlin' we'll switch off on her."
Pure, raw lust seared Olivia's senses as her sons worked their cocks in and out of her cunt and her throat. Tyler maneuvered so that his fuck-rod entered her at different angles on every thrust, striking unexpected nerves and igniting a series of nerve-wrenching spasms inside her steamy depths. Another orgasm ripped through the wanton mother, her trapped body twisting and contorting between her hard-fucking sons. They thrust in and out of her as they pleased for a long time before Dylan climaxed, blasting rich son-cum straight down his mother's throat. He groaned with satisfaction as he flooded his mother's mouth. She gasped and gagged, struggling to breathe while gulping and gargling his hot jism.
Tyler wasn't anywhere near ready to shoot his load. Instead, he pulled out of his mother's pussy. "Get down here," he directed his brother. "Lie down on your back." Dylan looked quizzically from Tyler to Olivia. She gave a little nod of agreement, her eyes holding a secret understanding. When he was flat on his back on the left side of the bed, Tyler lay down next to him.
"I'm still zonked from soccer," Tyler drawled, yawning theatrically. "You want more of this dick, Mom, you're gonna have to work for it." He held out his hand and she took it, swinging a leg across his hips, poised with her pussy hovering just above his prick. Her gaze never left Dylan's as she lowered herself onto his brother's cock, her lips peeling back from her teeth in a lewd grin.
"Awwhhh..." she sighed, sinking all the way onto Tyler's thick pole. She saw that Dylan's prick was still semi-erect despite his having cum twice in an hour. "Go ahead and jack your cock for me, sweetie," she encouraged. "Mama wants to watch you jerk off while she rides your brother's dick."
Dylan wrapped both hands around his thick cock and worked them up and down, an action made easy by the mixture of his mother's saliva and his cum that coated his shaft. His sluttish mother was an unbearably exciting vision, fucking herself madly on his twin's prick, her hair whipping wildly about her face and her mammoth tits bouncing out of control against her delicate ribcage as the round muscles of her long calves and thighs flexed like an Olympic athlete. Before he knew it he was hard as a rock again.
"Yes, oh Jesus, YES!" Olivia screamed, bouncing crazily up and down on Tyler's lap. Her high-pitched shrieks and his deep grunts of pleasure filled the room as they climaxed at the same time. Tyler's pumping cock sprayed geysers up her cunt channel, his hot cum splashing into her womb.
Dylan stopped beating his meat to witness the full glory of his naked mother in the throes of utter, abandoned ecstasy. There was nothing more beautiful in the world than Mom cumming.
Olivia was in heat, and every orgasm just made her hornier. Drifting down from the zenith of her pleasure, she lifted herself from Tyler's prick and straddled Dylan. His cock glided up her jism-filled cunt and she started riding him as she had his brother.
The best thing about having twin sons as lovers was the kinky luxury of being serviced whenever she wanted by a pair of identical giant pricks. Oh, she'd have loved them both if they'd been only average in the dick department; they were her sons, after all. But It was her great good fortune that Dylan and Tyler were hung like pagan gods, with beautifully curved and girthy cocks and heavy balls that never were exhausted for long.
They were so like their long-departed father. Remembering her blissful days and nights with him, so many years past, Olivia clamped her naked thighs tight around Dylan's hips and bounced wildly atop him. He bucked his hips up to meet her, spearing her sopping pussy with his rigid cock. She threw herself against him and her lips met his, grinding and humping frantically in her effort to take him as deeply into her fuck channel as possible. His hungry mouth smothered her joyful squeals as they slammed into each other, her hot slippery cunt contracting and clinging to the iron pillar jutting up from between his legs.
She was on fire. She rode her son like a stallion, writhing frantically as his immensity punished the tender membranes of her pussy, surrendering all control and losing herself in the exquisite sensation of son-fucking.
There was nothing as thrilling in life as the wicked pleasures of incest. Olivia had been convinced of that since her first sexual experiences as a young woman.
She knew that most would call her fixation on family fucking obsessive. Perhaps even disturbed. Indeed, it had been her quest for self-understanding that ignited her early interest in psychology. She'd emerged from her studies even more convinced that, contrary to social convention, sexual indulgence between adult family members could be creative and empowering.
Those of her mentors and professional peers who challenged her obvious bias often learned how persuasive her arguments could be--especially when she stated her case not with words but by offering her hot and eager fuck-holes in exchange for their academic support.
Olivia had dedicated her practice to liberating others from what she considered to be outmoded and repressive sexual orthodoxy.
Looking down upon her son's face as he climaxed, screaming through her own orgasm while his huge cock pounded up into her cunt to fill her womb with cum that intermingled with his brother's, Olivia regretted nothing.
Afterward, she rested atop Dylan, drifting languidly in and out of consciousness and completely at peace. His hand rested on the small of her back, gently stroking her spine, his cock still lodged in her cunt. His prick shrank but didn't go entirely soft.
Tyler had entirely recovered in the meantime. Olivia was vaguely aware of him rummaging around in the drawer of her nightstand. Something cool and wet dripped onto her ass.
"Push up," Tyler told his brother. Dylan flexed his legs, raising his pelvis up off the mattress to lift Olivia's hips to a higher angle. "That's it, yeah. That's where I want her. Tyler started working the stream of what she realized now was lubricating gel into the cleft of her buttock, spreading it over her asshole. His thick fingers probed her ass, smearing the gel around inside her. He squirted more into his hand and slathered it up and down his prick.
"Uhn....Baby, let Mommy rest a little bit," she muttered.
Tyler smacked her on the butt hard enough to sting, startling her alert. "Shut up, slut," he growled playfully, steering the glistening head of his cock between the cushions of her buttocks to press against her sphincter. "You been snoring away for ten minutes. Just be glad I'm starting out careful, 'cause once I get started I'm gonna shove my dick all the way up your ass, first time. Got it?"
"Yes, dear." Olivia made a show of resignation. In reality, she was getting turned on again. When Tyler slapped her ass it sent tingling tremors through her pussy. Dylan lay motionless beneath her with his knees bent, still arching his hips to provide his brother with the very best angle to penetrate her rear. While the three of them had done this so many times that she had no real fear of taking Tyler up her ass, it was also true that goading and challenging her sons fueled their determination to master her, thus guaranteeing her a lusty and powerful fucking in both her holes.
Dylan's prick stirred and swelled inside her again, stretching her pussy taut around it.
Tyler's cock-knob pushed hard against her anus as he pushed forward. Olivia relaxed the little muscle to welcome him into her humid rear sex hole. She was so tight and his cock so big around that she could feel the contour of his glans smoothly wedging itself inside, his coronal ridge following it and then her ass clamping down around the velvet hardness of his shaft as he drilled onward, fulfilling his promise to take her completely on the first stroke.
"Sweet Jesus," Olivia moaned as her son's prick worked deeper and deeper up her back passage. She focused on taking long, slow breaths until his stomach bumped against her ass cheeks and she knew that he was all the way inside. Tyler squeezed and kneaded his mother's hips, rocking to and fro, pulling out until only his cock-head remained buried in her ass before slamming forward until his balls slapped her butt cheeks.
"Give it to her, Bro!" Dylan hissed, fucking into her from below. His hips rose and fell by fractions of an inch at first, his strokes lengthening on each repetition until the brothers were driving in and out of their mother's sex holes in fast rhythmic counterpoint. Each time Tyler withdrew from her cock-throttling rectum, Dylan rammed upward into her drooling pussy.
Olivia cried out, reveling in the exquisite sensation of being so completely filled by son-cock. Her mind was a blur, her body convulsing from their relentless pounding. Getting double-penetrated by her twins was a peak experience for her--every single time.
She had no idea how long her sons kept up their ferocious fucking of her slick, juicy cunt and ass, or how many times she came as they buffeted her between them. As quickly as one orgasm crested another surged within her, waves of ecstasy multiplying as she grunted and groaned and screamed herself hoarse.
Tyler's cock leaped within the tight confines of her ass and hot streams of semen rifled into her heated depths. Moments later Dylan's prick swelled against her cunt walls and filled her cunt with still more jism.
Dylan and Tyler were healthy and physically active young men, and they were still growing. They usually fell asleep easily at the end of a busy day, enjoying uninterrupted slumber and awakening refreshed in the morning.
Olivia envied them. Shutting down her night thoughts could be difficult and she often slept fitfully. Despite fucking and sucking her sons well into the evening, tonight turned out to be one of those restless nights. After dozing for a few hours she found herself wide awake and horny again.
On one side of her, Dylan snoozed away with the bed sheet tucked up to his chin. On her other, Tyler lay naked on top of the sheets. His cock was half-hard and stirring gently with each breath. Who was he dreaming of, Olivia wondered. She was not jealous. She encouraged her sons to fuck every woman that they could, fully expecting that one day they would find other mates and that under the best of circumstances she'd at least have to share them.
Yet she liked to imagine that she figured prominently in their wet dreams.
Tyler shifted and moaned. His cock grew stiffer. Unable to resist, Olivia quietly got to her knees and crawled between his legs. She poked out her tongue and licked his cock from the base to the tip, making it jerk and throb. She tasted herself on him, and that turned her on even more. Pursing her lips and planting a wet, loving kiss on his glans, she sucked it into her mouth.
His eyes fluttered open. "Hey, Mom. What time is it?" He stroked her hair tenderly.
"Dunno. Just getting a drink." She worked her mouth up and down her son's cock while he watched through dreamy eyes. He'd had enough rest that it didn't take long to make him cum, feeding her another tasty load of jism.
"All good?"
"All good," Olivia whispered, snuggling up beside him. She kissed his nose. "You go on back to sleep now."
"Uh-huh..." Tyler mumbled happily, rolling away from her onto his side. A minute later his breathing was slow and even.
Olivia rolled over to face Dylan. She silently tugged the covers off of his long, lean body. His cock stuck straight up in his sleep.
Licking her lips, his mother knelt to her task.