"You've worked miracles with Sean. His behavior at home has improved so much," Teresa Martin told Olivia. The pretty blonde mother sat perched on the edge of the wingback chair across the desk from her son's therapist, hands tightly clasped around her knees. Behind Teresa's approving words, Olivia sensed her inner anxiety.
"By 'improved,' you mean that your son's no longer showing an inappropriate sexual interest in you?"
"What else would I be talking about?" Teresa looked startled.
"Oh, I just wanted to be clear. Unspoken assumptions are the enemy of effective communication," Olivia said reassuringly. She hoped for the same rapid progress with Sean's mother during this consultation that she'd made with Sean himself. But breaking through the blonde's defense mechanisms might take some doing.
On the surface, Teresa appeared to be a demure, rather shy, and conservative woman. She was even more beautiful in the flesh than she'd appeared on video, a petite woman with an oval face, delicate features, and flaxen hair that she wore up in a tight bun. Her hips and ass were full and nicely rounded. Despite being a head shorter than Olivia, the two women could have swapped bras quite comfortably. As Teresa shifted nervously in her seat, her big melons jiggling enticingly under her thin, high-collared silk blouse.
Olivia had looked forward to this meeting all week. She'd taken care to schedule Sean's mother as her last interview of the day.
"So, no more long embraces, then?" Olivia prompted. "No lingering kisses, or fondling of your—"
"No!" Teresa's unblemished, milky complexion flushed rose-red. "Not even when his father is away on one of his two or three-day, um, absences from home. Honestly, Doctor, I can't imagine what you could have said to Sean to change him so quickly."
"You understand, I don't employ only talking therapy," Olivia demurred with secret amusement. "We've practiced a number of...sensory exercises. He's learning to redirect his focus toward more conventional emotional and physical outlets."
"All I can say is, whatever you're doing sure works," Teresa sighed wistfully. She fidgeted with the hem of her short herringbone skirt. "He comes home from your meetings so relaxed, and cheerful, and doesn't even hardly seem to notice me—I mean, not <.i>that way."
"He hardly seems to notice you," Olivia repeated. "Teresa, if I may, is that what you truly want?"
"Yes, of course! What on Earth do you mean by that?"
"When we spoke for the first time, you described your marital relationship as frustrating," Olivia reminded her client. "And just now you mentioned your husband Ralph's undependable behavior again. Is it possible that your flirtation with Sean provided a distraction, some vicarious relief for your lack of a healthy sexual—"
"Doctor, that's absurd!" Teresa objected. "I never flirted with Sean!"
"Perhaps not consciously, no. You react as if I'm suggesting some immoral intent on your part. I assure you that I'm not. It's simply that, having met your son, I'd imagine that living in close quarters with such a masculine, attractive young male might arouse some subconscious mating response on your part."
"Mating response." Teresa's breath quickened. "No. No, certainly not. He's my son. That would be unnatural."
Olivia laughed. "My dear, nothing could be more natural. You're familiar with the concept of the Oedipus complex?"
"Yes, and it's considered a psychological problem! Isn't it?"
"Because Freud and all of those stuffy old male psychiatrists twisted the original myth around to suit their purposes," Olivia said with disgust. "According to the Greeks, Oedipus was punished for trying to defy his fate as foretold by the gods, not for having sex with his mother. No one at the time cared about a little mother-son action in the royal bedchamber. Myself, I suspect that Queen Jocasta was secretly delighted to swap out the old king for their strapping young warrior son. Yes, I'm quite sure that she must have enjoyed opening her legs to Oedipus." Olivia smiled wickedly. "Can't you just imagine it?"
"Doctor Walker!"
"Excuse me," Olivia apologized. "I'm afraid I can become rather passionate about such, ah, academic speculations."
As provocative as Doctor Walker's words were, Teresa was more troubled by her own reaction to them. Her heart raced, and the temperature of the office seemed to have risen several degrees. Olivia painted such a vivid image of that ancient tableau: the sensuous queen reclining on the cushions of her couch with her robes open, her naked body fully exposed, her son thrusting powerfully into her...
"Teresa?"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor. I was just thinking about what you said."
"Of course. Tell me, do you remember when you first became aware of your son's sexualized behavior toward you?"
"Yes."
"Could you describe that incident for me? If you wouldn't find the memory too disturbing."
Teresa took a deep breath. Perhaps confiding in Doctor Walker would calm her inner turmoil. "The first time, Sean walked up behind me in the kitchen. I'd bent over to put something in the freezer compartment of the fridge. When I stood up, I nearly stumbled backward into him. He caught me, and then I felt his-his erection pressing into me." She blushed again. "He's much taller than I am. His...thing was against my lower back."
"His penis."
"Yes."
"He was hard?"
"Uh-huh. I almost screamed out loud."
"Almost. But you didn't. Why not?"
"I-I didn't want to s-scare him or make him..."
"What, Teresa? What didn't you want to make Sean do?"
"I don't remember! I mean, I didn't want—I didn't want..."
"You didn't want him to stop, did you?"
Aghast, Teresa stared down at the mahogany top of the desk in front of her. She shook her head almost imperceptibly.
After a long silence, Olivia said, "I'd like to try something here if you would. A role-playing exercise."
"Role-playing?"
"Yes." The doctor got up from her desk and walked around it to stand over Teresa. "If we reenact that initial incident, it might illuminate your state of mind at that time. Would you show me exactly what you both did?"
"D-Do you think it's necessary?"
"It would be helpful. Sense memory can be very powerful."
There was a tall file cabinet against the office wall, next to the outer door. Teresa debated with herself for a few seconds then walked over to it. She glanced nervously over her shoulder at the doctor, who looked on approvingly. Teresa pulled a lower file drawer open and bent forward from the waist, reaching down into the back of the drawer as if it were the French freezer in her kitchen at home.
"This feels silly. I don't see how it can help."
"That's all right. Just relax, close your eyes and visualize that moment. Be in that moment."
Teresa leaned forward again. The doctor came over to stand behind her.
"I'll be Sean. I'm standing close, just not quite touching you yet?"
"Uh-huh. He was quiet. Sneaking up, was what it was."
"We don't know your son's intent. Let's suspend judgment for now. Focus on your feelings."
Teresa shoved the drawer shut and straightened up. Olivia took a step forward, bumping her hips against Teresa's butt. Slender arms wrapped around the blonde mother's waist, pulling her close, and a pair of soft lips brushed warmly across the nape of her neck.
"Oh!" Teresa spun on her heel. Doctor Walker looked down at her through seductively half-closed eyes. "Doctor—"
"Remember, I'm Sean." The doctor's tickling breath raised goose bumps along Teresa's neck.
"R-right. Sean..." Teresa responded automatically to the doctor's authoritative tone. "Sean, honey, what are you doing?"
Olivia spun Teresa around and kissed her on the mouth. It was not as Teresa imagined that it would have been with her son. The doctor was tall, but not nearly Sean's height, and as insistently as she pressed her full lips to Teresa's there was still a yielding tenderness there that the long-deprived mother had never felt in a man's kiss.
"Sean didn't try to kiss me," Teresa protested wanly. "Not that time."
"Just let this play out as you wish it had happened." The doctor pushed her thigh between Teresa's, rubbing against the blonde's pussy mound through her panties.
"I didn't want him to kiss me!"
"Are you sure? What was on your mind, at that instant?"
A slender hand cupped Teresa's left breast, gently kneading the soft, heavy globe. She felt wetness leaking from her pussy, dampening her panties and the doctor's skirt. When Olivia's tongue slipped into her mouth, Teresa instinctively swiped at it with her own.
"I-I don't know," she admitted. "I told you I can't remember. I wanted—oh, Doctor! "
"Call me Sean, dear."
"Sean, honey...This isn't right."
"Does it feel wrong?"
"No...it feels wonderful. But what does that—"
"It's everything," Olivia said. "Trust your body, Mom. Follow your feelings. Tell me, when was the last time you and Dad had sex?"
"I don't think Sean would ask me that! But okay, it's been a long time. Months." Olivia was massaging Teresa's tits with both hands now, and the blonde trembled at the shocking intensity of the pleasure. It was as if her whole body was one big erogenous zone.
"And you haven't been with anyone else?"
"I-I would never do that."
"I thought not. Teresa, you've been without any true sexual release for far too long. Masturbation can only help so much. Your body is starved for a good fucking. I can feel it. All this nervous tension. Here, and here..." She ran her fingers over Teresa's tits, fingering her nipples right through the thick stretchy material of her bra. Teresa flinched at the sparks of lust shooting through her. "Your tits are sensitive, aren't they? So aroused."
When Olivia began to unbutton Teresa's blouse, Teresa pulled away. Unperturbed, Olivia released her and stepped back.
"I'll bet your nipples are as big as mine," Olivia said. With a single fluid movement, she swept her own black knit top over her head and discarded it. "Would you like to see mine?"
Before Teresa could answer, Olivia unsnapped her heavy bra and let it slide down her arms. Her breasts were enormous, easily the size of Teresa's own, and perfectly shaped despite their considerable weight and Olivia's age. Her flesh was smooth and tawny, and her nipples were huge and dark.
Teresa had been with a girl only once, her best friend in college, and hadn't thought about making it with another woman since then. So the warmth and excitement that rushed over her at the sight of Olivia's beautiful breasts alarmed her at first. But she was so turned on that her fear and misgivings about this weird situation and the way that the doctor had manipulated her into it rapidly melted away.
For Olivia had been right—alone for so long with a man who no longer cared for her and probably wasn't even capable of fucking her properly if he'd wanted to, Teresa's craving for sex had grown out of control.
As if mesmerized, she stepped out of her shoes, stripped off her blouse and skirt, then folded them carefully and laid them on the desk. Down to only her lacy white bra and panties, she hesitated for just a moment with the bra's front closure between her fingers.
"This is all confidential, right?" Teresa asked. "Whatever we say and do here remains in this office?"
"Absolutely," Olivia said, a mysterious twinkle in her eye.
Teresa popped her bra open. Her big boobs tumbled free. Olivia leered hungrily.
"I knew it," she cooed, taking Teresa in her arms again and hugging her close so that their big breasts mashed together. Their nipples hardened immediately at the intimate flesh-on-flesh contact. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring one another. Teresa's knees went weak and she sagged against Olivia.
"You'd better lie down." Olivia led Teresa over to her leather couch and helped her settle herself on her back. "Your body language is very closed, Teresa," she said, gently arranging the blonde's arms at her sides. "Such self-repression is extremely unhealthy. Now, just breathe deeply and open yourself to new experiences."
Spreading Teresa's legs wide, Olivia hooked her fingers into the narrow elastic band of the blonde's panties and inched them down her thighs. "That's better," she said, slipping the wet, lacy wisp of a garment over Teresa's ankles and dropping it to the carpet. The cool breeze from the air conditioner tickled the blonde's pussy. Her clit stiffened in arousal.
The doctor knelt beside the couch. Lowering her face to Teresa's heaving tits, she closed her lips around one big, pink nipple and sucked gently but steadily, drawing the hard bud into her hot mouth and lashing it with her tongue.
"Unh! Oh!" Teresa whimpered, shivering from head to toe. She thought that she ought to say "No" and put an end to all of this before Olivia went any further. But the gorgeous psychologist had carried off her seduction with such bold confidence that Teresa was already too caught up in the throes of lust to stop. She'd gone without fucking for far too long. She needed this like a garden needed rain after a drought.
Besides, if Olivia was right—if Teresa harbored a lust for her son so secret that she could not admit it even to herself—then this furtive encounter might give her the relief she needed to resist that forbidden desire.
After all, she told herself, sex with another woman wasn't quite the same thing as cheating on Ralph with another man. And it couldn't be half so wrong as fucking her own flesh and blood.
"Do you like this?" Olivia whispered. "Does it feel good when I suck your nipples?"
"Uh-huh," Teresa's voice was soft and distant in her own ears. She felt as if she were adrift, floating far from shore, sinking into the depths of an erotic trance. Feminine fingers deftly caressed the curves of her lush breasts, then traced a lazy circling path down over her belly. She held her breath in anticipation of what was to come. The wandering fingers paused, resting lightly a few inches from her crotch.
"G-go on," she urged.
"What?" Olivia prompted her. "What would you like me to do?"
"Touch me..."
"How should I touch you? Where?"
"My clitty," Teresa sighed.
"It's such a pretty clitty, isn't it? Stiff and pink and wet and shiny as a little pearl." Olivia's fingertips danced over the hollows between Teresa's thighs and around her pussy mound. "You must like to play with it yourself, don't you?"
Teresa gave a little nod, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. This teasing was driving her mad. Over the last few months, she'd spent more and more private time rubbing her "pink pearl" or humping it against the big pillows in her empty, lonely bed, getting herself off—all the while imagining tall, strong, faceless young lovers taking her however they pleased.
Not faceless, she finally admitted to herself. Whenever she made herself come, she pictured Sean. God help her, she fantasized about fucking her son.
"Ahhhh...oh yes..." she moaned as Olivia twirled her fingers in the sparse feathery blonde curls adorning her cunt, then slipped lower to graze her moist, narrow sex lips. She spread her thighs wider apart, draping her legs over the sizes of the long couch to rest the balls of her feet on the floor. Olivia touched her clitoris at last, tugging and rolling the hard bud between her fingertips. She slipped one finger inside Teresa's slit and trailed it up and down.
"Put it in me," Teresa begged. "Please, please fuck my pussy. I want to feel you inside me."
Olivia pushed two fingers into the blonde's cunt and wriggled them about. She started thrusting in and out, slowly at first. Teresa ground her hips in rhythm. Her pussy sucked at the invading digits. "More! Give me more!"
Easing a third and then a fourth finger into Teresa's dripping fuck-hole, Olivia said seductively. "I'm Sean. Your son, between your legs. Think of Sean's hard cock, throbbing and aching to penetrate your tight little cunt. Visualize it, Teresa."
The blonde nearly fainted from excitement at the lurid words. And the difference between her untutored efforts at self-pleasure and the doctor's expert technique was like night and day. Her pussy channel convulsed and within seconds she was on the edge of exploding.
"Oh my God! D-don't, please don't stop!"
Olivia leaned forward, kissing Teresa passionately while continuing to finger-fuck her. "Come for me, Teresa," she whispered huskily. "Think of fucking your son, and come for me!"
With a full-throated scream, Teresa climaxed. Recovering herself, she gasped, "No one's ever—I've never felt like this."
"Oh, we're only just beginning, dear girl. Have you ever had your pussy sucked by a woman?"
"Once. A long time ago. I was very young. I barely remember."
"You are still very young, darling," Olivia laughed. "It's an absolute crime that you've done without the special attentions of another woman. That ends now." She crawled onto the couch between Teresa's legs. "I promise you, you're going to remember this." Opening her mouth wide, She covered the whole of Teresa's pouting pussy mound and sealed her lips to the silky flesh. Her tongue darted into the hot, wet cavern of the blonde's cunt.
"Eeeee!" Teresa squealed. " Doctor!"
"Sean, dear. Remember? Think of Sean. Pretend that your son is eating your sweet peach." Olivia cupped Teresa's ass globes in her soft hands and lifted them, pressing her lips to Teresa's cunt again and sucking her in a leisurely way. Her tongue probed between the blonde's flowering pussy lips to lick up the warm cunt cream drooling from the depths of her fuck channel.
While Olivia sucked, she squeezed and caressed the round muscles of Teresa's thighs and buttocks. Teresa shuddered and twisted beneath her, entranced by the blissfully wanton expression on Olivia's face. Teresa put her hands on the back of the doctor's head and eagerly bucked her small ass up from the couch cushion.
"Awwh..." Teresa's voice quavered. "Oh, yes, suck me Doc—I mean, S-Sean. Suck me, son! I need you to suck my pussy and then fuck me and make me come on your-your cock!"
Olivia's tongue drilled further up inside Teresa, the tip darting repeatedly against her G-spot. Teresa cried out and her pussy spasmed with every sizzling contact, a rapid-fire series of mini-orgasms rippling through her helpless form.
"You see, any woman can become multiorgasmic," Olivia said. "It's just a matter of learning to free yourself of neurotic self-denial."
"Yes...yes, I see that now. You really are a miracle worker."
"The miracle is only beginning, Terri. You're a very horny woman," Olivia observed. "For optimal emotional well-being, you should be fucking as frequently as possible. I recommend that you take at least one lover. Preferably more than one. You need it."
"I'm married," Teresa gasped. "Ralph..."
"That's not important." Olivia waved dismissively. "We're talking about your mental and physical health." As she spoke, she slid a fingertip up and down her client's pink, open slit, circling her clit and spreading her pussy lips apart to collect warm cunt-honey and lick it off her finger. "You're so wet you're about to drench my couch, darling. You really ought to have a fat cock to plug your little hole, don't you think? Yes, a long, hard prick. What do you say to that?"
Teresa nodded weakly without thinking. Olivia's masterful fingering and sucking had heated her lust to the boiling point. Her previous beliefs about right and wrong didn't matter right now. She only knew that she wanted to do whatever Doctor Walker told her to do.
"Good. I happen to have a willing subject available. You just lie right here now while I get him." Olivia slid from the couch and moved to the office door.
"Doctor, please..."
"You can't be left in this condition. And there are limits to the efficacy of role-play therapy alone."
I can't fuck a stranger!"
"I would never ask you to do that." With a wink and a wry smile, Olivia opened the door.
"Hi, Mom," Sean said.
"Oh my God!" Teresa yelped.
She sat bolt upright, closing her legs and crossing her arms over her tits. Olivia was at her side immediately, hands pressing gently down on her shoulders, easing her back to a reclining position.
"Don't close up," Olivia soothed. "Remember what we talked about."
Teresa could barely hear the doctor's words over the pounding of her own pulse in her ears. Her eyes were riveted on her son's grinning face as he sat down on the end of the couch. "What are you doing here?"
"I asked him to be here this afternoon," Olivia explained. "To help you."
"H-Help me?"
"To help you both. You're both suffering terribly from frustrated consanguineal lust, and it's so unnecessary." Olivia turned Teresa's face to hers and kissed her lips. "Fuck your son, darling. Fuck your son, and be free."
"I can't do that," Teresa whispered, but her eyes wandered of their own accord over Sean's strong, muscular young body. At Olivia's urging, she'd unleashed her fantasies, picturing herself locked in a passionate coupling with her son while the brunette had ratcheted her arousal ever higher, and now it was impossible to look at the bulge in his jeans and not visualize his hard, eager cock.
"Doctor Walker's right," Sean offered. "She said that you wanted to fuck me, and I guess you do. I could hear you two just now. I heard what you said. And I sure wanna fuck you."
"I'm not ready," Teresa said meekly. Whatever resolve she had left was rapidly disintegrating.
"You'll be his first," Olivia whispered into her ear. "Your loving son is a virgin."
"A virgin?" Teresa's eyes widened.
"That's right. He needs you. He's quite big, you know. I've seen his cock. More than most women can handle. He needs his mother to be patient, and open, and accepting."
Teresa's resistance collapsed. The naked blonde mother held out her arms to her son and opened her legs wide. "Come here, Honey. Come to Mommy."
Sean undressed quickly. Instead of getting onto the couch with his mother he pulled her to her feet and embraced her, wrapping both of his strong arms so tightly around her waist that she almost couldn't breathe. She pushed against his chest until he relaxed his grip. "Easy, big guy!" she giggled, fear giving way to giddy anticipation.
"Sorry, Mom," he said sheepishly. With that, she suddenly felt more in control than she could remember having been for a long time. This was her life. She knew what she wanted, she could say it out loud and own it, and no one would stop her from having it.
What Teresa Martin wanted was to fuck her son.
Rising on tiptoe to kiss him, she moaned and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She ran her hands over his hard flat pecs, down the rippling muscles of his stomach to grasp the root of his cock. It jumped and throbbed in her slender fingers like a caged animal. He was so big, even bigger than she'd guessed when he'd rubbed up against her at home! Without the nuisance of clothing between them, for the first time she could feel the heat of his body and the firmness of his flesh. His prick was like a steel bar inside a satin glove.
"Play with my dick, Mom," Sean growled, cupping his mother's huge breasts in his broad hands. His palms were rough but the friction excited her nipples into rubbery points. The knob of his cock was nearly the size of a lemon. It squirted pre-cum onto her hand.
"You're both making marvelous progress," Olivia purred. She stripped off the rest of her clothing and sauntered over to hug Teresa from behind. The blonde was sandwiched between her son's powerful masculinity and the softness of Olivia's feminine physique. The brunette kissed her neck and shoulders and slid a hand between her legs, fondling her dripping cunt.
"It certainly feels to me like you're ready," Olivia said. "What do you think, Sean?"
Sean's hand replaced Olivia's between Teresa's legs. He eased two thick fingers into her slit and wiggled them inside her while Olivia tickled her clit. Teresa cried out as her knees gave way, her body so wracked by fuck-need that she couldn't stand on her own. Olivia and Sean supported her between them as they continued toying with her lush body. They took turns teasing and exploring her pussy, playing with her quivering tits and each sucking at one of her plump, swollen nipples.
"Oh God, I'm burning up!" Teresa sobbed, looking plaintively into Sean's eyes. "I need you, oh baby, I'm on fire for your big cock!"
A smiling Sean lifted his mother as if she weighed nothing at all and deposited her on the couch on her back. He knelt on the cushion and took her knees in his hands, spreading her thighs wide and scooting forward to position his rigid cock at the entrance to her cunt. Teresa saw desire mingled with triumph on his face.
"Allow me to assist." Olivia grasped Sean's prick, placing it at the entrance of his mother's willing, waiting pussy. She paused. "How badly do you want to fuck your son, Teresa? How badly do you want to feel his giant cock filling your fuck-hole?"
"I need it!" Teresa moaned, groping with both hands, taking Sean's cock from Olivia and guiding it into her cunt.
"Go ahead," Olivia hissed, stepping aside. She moved her wingback chair close to the couch and sat down to watch the action unfold. "Fuck your mother, Sean. Liberate that pussy!"
"Now!" Teresa sobbed. "Fuck Mommy now!" She wept tears of joy when the hot dome of Sean's glans touched her cunt lips. Her huge tits shuddered and her fuck channel spasmed as his spongy cock-head slid into her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh sweet Jesus..." Teresa grimaced as her cunt stretched wider than it had been in almost twenty years. "You're my son, I'm fucking my son..." she repeated to herself in an awed whisper, still unable to believe that Sean was really inside her, that she was giving herself to her own flesh and blood. She'd never dared dream that she could willingly commit so wicked and forbidden an act.
"There's no going back." Olivia's words rang true. This ecstasy might cost Teresa everything, but Sean's massive cock thrilled her as no man's ever had. She knew in her heart that no other man would ever compare to her son.
"It's the ultimate empowerment, isn't it?" Olivia murmured. Teresa turned to her in astonishment. "Oh, I don't have to be a mind-reader to know what you're feeling, darling. You're far from the first horny mother I've helped to fulfill her incestuous yearnings."
"R-Really?"
"It's my life's work," Olivia smirked. "My quiet revolution, you might say. There are more son-fucking mothers than you know, all around you. And more every day. Some of them quite close to you."
"I- Aieeee! " Teresa's eyes rolled back in her head as Sean bucked his hips and drove his cock further up through the creamy, clinging membranes of her cunt, completely plugging her with prick. She could still hear Olivia's voice but it seemed far away and the words meant nothing. Raw physical sensation smothered all thought.
Sean massaged his mother's full, round tits, leaning forward to lick and playfully bite her stiff nipples. He fucked her with powerful strokes. Her body would not respond to her will. It was as if her nervous system had seized up at the exquisite pleasure of being ravished by the biggest cock she'd ever taken, knowing that in doing it she was committing an unforgivable sin. Her hips rolled and gyrated instinctively as her son's prick pumped into her hot depths, but it was all unconscious reflex.
Her climax thundered through her, indescribable pleasure searing the core of her womanhood. She howled as fiery rapture consumed her sanity, burning any last vestiges of doubt or shame from her soul.
Teresa Martin surrendered to her destiny as a son-fucking slut, forever.
"Yeah!" Sean yelled. "Come for me, Mom! Christ, Doc, her cunt's choking my dick!"
Inside her hot, convulsing fuck tunnel, his cock pulsed and jerked and pushed her toward another peak. Her pussy juice ran like a river and she felt her sticky wetness on his balls and belly every time he bottomed out inside her. She frantically wriggled and humped up to meet him. Her orgasm had shattered her paralysis and she embraced her son, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Every muscle in Sean's body tensed, and he growled loudly and completely buried his cock in her cunt, filling her up with his tribute of hot, potent semen before collapsing in happy exhaustion.
"So much..." Teresa sighed. Sean rested his face against one of her big, soft breasts. She tightened her cunt muscles around his motionless cock, coaxing every last drop from it. "It feels like you pumped a quart of cum into Mommy's pussy."
"One of the many virtues of fucking young men," Olivia explained. "Your son produces remarkably large amounts of semen. And such thick, delicious stuff, no doubt chock full of sperm."
Teresa raised her eyebrows, eyeing Sean speculatively. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Doctor Walker has already tasted your cum. I just hope I get my chance before too long."
"I only need a couple of minutes, Mom." True to his word, Sean's cock was still half hard, sticking straight out between his legs. Teresa's mouth watered. She looked questioningly at Olivia.
"Express yourself spontaneously," Olivia urged her. "You don't need my permission, or anyone else's."
Driven by her craving to suck cock, Teresa dropped to her knees in front of her son. She took hold of the base of his prick with both hands as she slid his cock-knob into her mouth. She sucked in the entire head, feeling it swell larger as blood rushed to it. Her lips were stretched so tight and her mouth was so full that she could barely breathe.
She steadied his shaft with one hand and fondled his big balls with her other. As she played she sucked more and more of him into her mouth. It had been many years since Teresa had given a blowjob, and as the first taste of pre-cum hit her taste buds all the sweet forbidden memories of her youth came back to her in a rush. She'd denied herself the primal joy of cock-sucking for too long. She'd given in to conformity, telling herself that by playing the good wife in a cold and loveless marriage she was doing the right thing for her son.
"Suck me, Mom, suck me!" Sean pleaded, breathing heavily. "Come on, suck me right down your gorgeous throat!"
All at once, Teresa saw how terribly wrong and selfish she'd been. Why set a poor example of pretense and self-denial for Sean when they could be giving one another so much more? What greater gift could a hot-blooded mother give her adult son than to welcome him into her snug, cock-loving sex holes?
He thrust more of his cock into her mouth, silently urging her to throat him but allowing her to swallow his shaft gradually. She'd never had so much fuck-meat between her lips and she loved it. He sensed her throat muscles relaxing, and he pumped more powerfully until his whole prick was inside.
"You're doing well," Olivia praised her. "Take that cock all the way down your throat. Realize that it's your son's cock, your own offspring, giving you what you've secretly wanted. This is only the beginning, for both of you!"
Teresa hugged Sean around the hips, holding him close so that his cock was completely down her throat and her lips pressed against his pubic hair. Then she began sucking with long strokes, bobbing forward and back, feeling his glans sliding up and out of her throat until she could kiss and mouth the tip and taste the nectar drooling from his cum-slit. She worked her way down his length again, both hands playing with his swollen ball sack, increasing her pace with every repetition. When his scrotum tightened and drew up against his groin she knew that he was on the verge.
"Gonna come!" Sean growled in confirmation, bucking up and down on the couch. "Get ready for a great big load, Mom!"
"Mmmmm!" Teresa nodded her head urgently. Anxious to taste his seed, she pulled his prick from her mouth, opened wide, and extended her tongue just in time to catch the first blast of his hot jism as it shot into the air. She jacked madly on his saliva-slickened cock as spurt after spurt splattered into her mouth and across her nose, cheeks, and onto her chin.
Teresa kept jerking Sean's cock until the pulsating stream of cum slowed to a dribble. Then she popped his cock-head back into her mouth and resumed sucking, swallowing the last tasty drops of her son's semen with gusto.
"Well, you weren't exaggerating," Teresa purred contentedly. "I'm sure that I've never experienced anything like that. Never been with a man so—so virile. Thank you, Doctor. From both of us."
"Call me Olivia, darling."
"Thank you...Olivia."
Sean looked adoringly at his mother. "So you're not jealous about the Doc and me, or mad that we tricked you?"
"How could I be?" Teresa stroked his cheek and gazed into his eyes. "I love you. You're the best son a mother could want. And the hottest fuck, and the biggest cock Mommy's ever had. How could I be angry with you, or the woman who brought us together?"
"I'm glad to hear you say that." Olivia smiled like a Cheshire cat. "You know, I meant what I said, earlier. I recommend that you both pursue sexual relationships with other partners, as well as with one another."
"I don't know about that," Teresa began hesitantly. "Why would I want anyone but Sean? This is so perfect, what would be the point?"
"That is exactly the point. Incestuous fucking is so good that the closeness of the emotional bond with your son could block your continued growth as a sexual being. And Sean is quite a young man. You wouldn't want to stunt his social maturation, would you?"
"I-I hadn't thought of it that way," Teresa conceded. "No, I guess I wouldn't want that."
"Good. As I warned, now that you're free of those stifling inhibitions you'll discover that you'll want as much fucking as you can get. You and I are alike in this way. I sensed it the moment we first met. Curiosity is healthy and should be indulged, and variety—sexual variety—is, as they say, the spice of life."
"Wait a minute!" Teresa sat up so suddenly that Sean almost tumbled off the couch. "You're just saying this because you want to fuck my son, aren't you?"
"Not just." Olivia laughed. "Sure, I can't wait to finally get this big stud between my legs. And why not? I fuck everyone I want to, whenever I can. And so should you."
Her lightheartedness and good humor were infectious. "At least you're honest about it." Teresa laughed along with Olivia. "What about it, baby? Is this what you want, too?"
Sean beamed. "If you're game, I'm in." A shadow crossed his handsome features. "But, uh, what about Dad?"
Teresa scowled. "To hell with Ralph," she was startled to hear herself say. "I've put up with his nonsense for ages, and for what? No, no, I'm done with your father for good and all."
"Awesome!" Sean probed his mother's pussy with two fingers, lowering his head to suck her tits.
"I can help there, as well," Olivia said. "I know a very good lawyer who handles a great many such delicate matters. I send her a lot of business."On a warm evening in late July, Olivia and Teresa sipped champagne and relaxed on a big cushioned chaise lounge by Olivia's pool, along with Olivia's sons. Everyone was naked, as they usually were in the Walker household. The two women slouched with their legs wide open and their butts perched on the edge of their seats, while Olivia's sons knelt on cushions before them.
"That's sooo nice," Teresa sighed encouragingly to Dylan as he massaged and kissed her smooth, tanned legs. She took a long drink and glanced over at Olivia. "You do have these two very well trained."
"It's simple behavioral conditioning." Olivia shrugged modestly, patting the top of Tyler's head as he kissed his way down her belly. "They please Mama, they get pussy. Works a treat on horny young guys." She stretched one leg under Tyler to tickle his cock with her toes. He was hard as iron. Pre-cum oozed from his cum-slit, dripping onto the marble tile of the pool deck.
Intrigued, Teresa mimicked her best friend's technique on Dylan's prick and was rewarded by several spurts of warm clear goo on the arch of her foot. "Do these two ever run dry?" she wondered aloud.
"There's a reason it's called the fountain of youth, Hon. It's the collective unconscious. Any lusty woman who's honest with herself soon discovers that young lovers are the best." Olivia draped her calves over Tyler's shoulders, offering her cunt to his lips. He eagerly kissed her mound.
Dylan worked his way up Teresa's thighs and sealed his mouth to her snatch. She cried out when his tongue parted her sex lips, licking from back to front and finally darting against her stiff clit. Her yells sounded across the broad manicured lawn.
Olivia's yard was separated from the surrounding houses by bordering trees and high hedges. If the neighbors were aware of Olivia's penchant for such outdoor recreation they were discreet about it, perhaps hoping for invitations of their own--invitations which Olivia occasionally extended. Teresa had learned that behind her crisp professional façade, Olivia was a warm and generous woman, especially where matters of sex were concerned.
When Teresa had made up her mind to leave Sean's father, Olivia immediately invited the mother and son to move in with her. The months that followed had been the most exciting of Teresa's life. Day after day, Olivia had coaxed her to free herself of old hang-ups and break through her hesitation to fully explore her sexuality. As a result, Teresa felt more alive than she had in decades.
A few weeks ago, she and Sean had encountered their former next-door neighbor, Lucille Williams, at the local outlet mall. Lucy hadn't recognized her at first. Teresa wore her hair now in a loose, youthful layered cut, and she was dressed to show off her figure in black leather jeans, lace-up halter, and four-inch heels. She'd been amused by Lucy's double-take and by the woman's shocked fascination at Sean's open display of unfilial devotion to his mom. Was there a hint of envy in Lucy's eyes? Teresa could just imagine the rounds of gossip that Lucy would set off on the old block when she told the neighbors.
"Where did that son of mine get off to, anyway?" Teresa stretched like a cat on a favorite pillow, luxuriating in Dylan's attention to her cunt. "I could use a snack right now."
"Patience, Hon. I asked Sean to help me out by making a couple of calls. Arrangements for tonight. He'll be along shortly."
"You are mysterious this evening." Teresa regarded Olivia curiously. "What are you up to?"
"Well, I was thinking...your divorce is final today."
"A free woman at last!" Teresa agreed. "I'm eternally grateful for all your help and encouragement."
"So, I decided that we should celebrate tonight. I've planned a few extra special surprises. And, speak of the Devil--"
"Everything's set up," Sean announced with a wink at Olivia as he joined the party. The two mothers scooted apart so that he could settle in between them on the lounger.
"You better tell Mama what you're up to," Teresa playfully chided him.
"I promised Olivia, Mom. You'll have to wait and see." Sean took her glass from her and set it down on the deck, then drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She sighed happily when he cupped and squeezed one of her tits. Running her hand over his fully erect cock, she decided that the interrogation could wait.
Teresa got down on her hands and knees on and started licking her son's cock. Olivia soon joined her, and the blonde moved over to make room. Olivia stroked Sean's balls as she licked up one side of his cock while his mother worked on the other. Teresa was in heaven, mouthing and nibbling and sucking the thick mass of her son's prick. She rolled her hand over his glans to feel his blood rushing to it, which made it swell even more. Olivia matched her, suck for suck, and for what seemed the thousandth time now Teresa was awed both by the doctor's beauty and by her total abandonment in pursuit of sexual pleasure.
"I ain't gonna just stand here and watch," Tyler told Dylan. "Wanna flip for their pussies?"
"Nah, I wanna do Mom first," Dylan replied.
"Oh, how did I not see that coming?" Tyler jabbed his brother in the arm. "Go on, then, suit yourself."
The twins sank their rampant cocks into the women's dripping cunts.
"Sean, man, I love how your mom's pussy squeezes my cock," Tyler. "She's got a real snapper."
"Don't I know it," Sean chuckled, tickling Teresa's nipples while she mouthed his cock. "She just milks the jizz right out of you, huh?"
Teresa's heart filled with pride at hearing the praise for her sexual performance while she sucked her son's cock and took big teen meat up her fuck-hole. Such talk always excited her. Once upon a time, she might have found it degrading. But Olivia always reminded her that they were the ones in control, not their sons. "Remember the formula, Terri--make 'em hot, make 'em hard, make 'em wait."
Teresa did her best to practice what Olivia preached, but it was easy to forget that she was the parent when the guys got her motor running on high. She just wanted cock too much and was ready to open her legs to all comers.
Their first group fuck of the night continued for a long time, with Dylan and Tyler switching between Teresa and Olivia more than once. Teresa lost count of her orgasms.
Sean finally came, feeding his mother a full load of hot jism while Olivia kissed his balls and fingered his asshole. Teresa couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with him. When she released his prick, cum overflowed and dripped down the corners of her mouth. Olivia kissed her, sharing and swallowing the excess.
"Take five, fellows," Olivia said. The twins obediently pulled out of the women's pussies, awaiting her next instructions.
"Your sons are incredible," Teresa marveled. "They haven't cum yet."
"They've got great stamina," Olivia agreed. "They take after their father, that way. As far as I was concerned, he was the most fantastic fuck on Earth. But he was remarkable in so many other ways as well. A brilliant psychiatrist and a gifted teacher. He taught me to live my life without fear or shame. To listen to my heart and my cunt, and to embrace all the pleasures of mind and body that this world offers. If I could have spent my whole life with anyone, it would have been him. And I know he felt the same."
"But you didn't. You two never wanted to marry?"
"Never an option, Honey. Proper young ladies don't marry their daddies."
"He was your father!" Teresa's lust surged at the realization.
"Yes. All that I have and all that I am, I learned between my father's knees. And on my back, taking Daddy's dick after he popped my cherry on my eighteenth birthday. A little tradition that I carried forward with the twins. Father passed long ago, but I've dedicated myself to leading other willing women along the path to sexual self-actualization through incestuous fucking."
"How very noble of you."
"Yes, I'm a veritable spread-legged good Samaritan, aren't I?" Olivia laughed wickedly. She stood and clapped her hands. "Now then--guys, let's give Teresa her first surprise of the evening!"
With that, Dylan and Tyler lifted Teresa and carried her into the house, ignoring her squeals and protests as they lumbered up the main stair and dropped her onto the oversized brass bed in the master bedroom. They flipped her over on her back in the center of the mattress while Olivia retrieved a set of silk cords from her vanity. She tossed two to Sean, who quickly looped one cord over Teresa's right ankle and fastened it to a bedpost.
"Oh dear, whatever are you doing?" Teresa giggled as Olivia secured one of her wrists to another post.
"You just chill, Mom," Sean snickered, grabbing her free ankle. "We want to give you something special tonight that we'll all remember."
Before she knew it, Teresa was spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles bound to the corners of the bed. She was completely naked and exposed to the eyes of her son and their horny friends. Seeing their lewd expressions, fully aware that she was helpless to prevent anything that they chose to do to her, she trembled with excitement.
"Damn, what a body," Tyler said, taking a swaggering step toward the bed. "I can't wait to fuck her again."
"Hey, you just had your turn!" Dylan objected.
Olivia threw a stiff arm out to block Tyler's way. "She's Sean's mother, you big dummy. He'll always be first, and you two can just get used to it. Isn't that right, Terri?"
"Oh, absolutely," Teresa agreed. She licked her lips as she watched her son's cock, which had so recently spewed a heavy cum-load onto her face and tits, spring up higher and harder than before as he approached her.
Dylan and Tyler knelt on either side of Teresa's head, their big pricks bobbing just inches from her lips. When Tyler's cock-knob grazed her cheek she turned her head instinctively to take it into her mouth. She sucked him gently, savoring the flavor of pussy juice and cum that still lingered on him. Teresa had grown to love the taste of her own cunt cream on the cocks and lips of her lovers, both male and female. She had learned to love everything about her body and her appetites, as Olivia had encouraged her to explore and indulge her every horny urge and fantasy. One by one, her prejudices and inhibitions had fallen away like the layers of shapeless, frumpy clothing beneath which she had shyly hidden her beauty.
Teresa felt Dylan's cock poking against the back of her head. She took Tyler's prick from her mouth, turned, and sucked Dylan's deep into her throat. Tyler wrapped a handful of her hair around his cock and slid the silky blond locks back and forth along his shaft to pleasure himself while waiting another turn between Teresa's lips.
Sean lay down between his mother's legs. His tongue traced wet circles over her pussy mound, zeroing in on her slit little by little. She wriggled helplessly, straining against her bonds and mewling with fuck-need as her son licked slowly up and down the lips of her cunt.
Teresa switched back and forth between the twins, deep-throating Tyler's cock again while Dylan sucked on her titties, then doing the same for Dylan while Tyler took his turn at her big boobs. She could tell that the brothers were old hands at sharing a woman between them, speaking nary a word as they alternated positions. The brothers didn't let their sibling rivalry stand in the way of extracting the greatest possible enjoyment from Teresa's body, both for themselves and for her. She wished she could use her hands on them as well as her mouth, stroking and playing with their balls as she sucked on their shafts.
Sean flicked his tongue deftly back and forth on her tender clit, ratcheting her lust higher. She bucked her hips in a fucking motion, her juices flowing like a river. "Oh, baby, I need you," she whined. "I need my son's big dick inside me, now!"
"Do it," Olivia prompted, slouching on an overstuffed chair and fingering her pussy. "Fuck your mother while she sucks off my sons."
Sean got to his knees between his mother's luscious thighs and eased his cock-knob into her cunt. Teresa's whole body convulsed as the thick column of his cock penetrated her. He started out fucking her at a slow pace, knowing that even after months of experience it still took Mom a little while to adjust to his massive fuck-tool every time they made it together.
Dylan and Tyler moved away from Teresa so that Sean could stretch out above her, supporting himself on his elbows while thrusting faster in and out of her cunt-hole. His hard, muscular chest grazed her swollen nipples with every stroke, igniting delightful little sparks in her tits and belly. Mother and son kissed passionately, their tongues teasing and intertwining, spurring each other's lust onward. Teresa wanted to lock her arms and legs around Sean and crush him against her, but all she could do was thrash against her restraining ropes.
Damn Olivia Walker anyway, with her games and her "surprises." The most infuriating thing about her tricks and smug manipulations was that she was always right! Teresa was certain that she'd never forget the ecstasy of being tied down and helplessly fucked by three young studs--one of them her son--on the very day that the courts had declared her a free woman. A delicious irony, indeed.
As aggravating as Olivia's controlling ways were, Teresa had learned the rewards of following her friend and mentor's sensual guidance. Just as Olivia had promised on that first visit to her office, seemingly ages ago, sex with two men was better than with just one, even if the one was her beloved son. Fucking three was even better. So many fingers and tongues. So many cocks, devoted to her carnal pleasure.
"Oh! Oh, fuck, feels so good!" Teresa cried out. "Unngggh! Oh fuck, love your big cock...fuck Mommy's cunt, Darling! Ram my horny little cunt!" Sean fucked his mother's cock-throttling pussy hard and fast, gazing into her lust-crazed eyes, watching her giant, darkly tanned tits bounce and jiggle as he pounded his prick forward and back.
Teresa thrashed madly beneath her son, meeting his every stroke with a thrust of her hips. Her pussy spasmed and contracted uncontrollably around his cock and she exploded in orgasm. A few seconds later she felt his throbbing cock spew its precious load, pouring warm soothing semen into her convulsing fuck-tunnel.
Sean rose and sat back on his heels, pulling his cock from his mother's cunt with a loud plop. Dylan and Tyler moved in, both pumping their identical huge pricks, spraying cum onto Teresa's belly and face and tits. When at last they stopped squirting, she was glazed from pussy to eyebrows with long ribbons and splashes of jism. It pooled in her navel and ran down her sides onto the sheets.
Exhausted, Teresa thought she must have fainted from sheer, delirious pleasure. The next thing she knew, she was awakening to the ringing of the front doorbell. Olivia and Sean were wiping the cum from her face and body with soapy cloths.
"We want you all pretty and fresh for what comes next, don't we?" Olivia said. "Dylan, be a doll and answer the door, please?"
Dylan jumped out of bed and raced downstairs without pausing to even throw on a bathrobe.
"Wait a minute!" Teresa exclaimed. "Olivia, what are you up to now?"
"I did promise you more than one surprise tonight, didn't I?" Olivia chuckled and pinched her friend's cheek.
Teresa heard three pairs of footsteps coming up the main stairs, and then Dylan reappeared, followed by another young man and an older woman with fiery red hair.
"Heya, Sis!" Teresa's sister Sophia called out cheerfully. Her son Rory stood beside her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he happily took in the spectacle of the family orgy in progress.
"Oh no!" Teresa instinctively tried to reach for the bed sheet to cover herself, forgetting for a moment that she was still tied to the bed.
"How was your flight?" Olivia asked.
"Long. Crowded," Sophia said. "But when Sean told us what you all were up to, we couldn't wait to get here. Thanks for having him send a limo to the airport to fetch us, dear."
"I'm more than glad to help bring families together in whatever way I can," Olivia said with a wry smile. "What are you waiting for? Join the celebration."
Teresa watched in total shock as her sister and nephew casually undressed. A light dawned on her when she remembered Sophia's enthusiastic recommendation of Olivia.
When she got her first look at Rory's cock, Teresa shuddered with excitement. She gave in completely to the absurd, delightful promise of sexual bliss that her new life held.
"Could one of you at least untie me?" she asked with a laugh.
"All in good time, Sis. First, I'm going to have some fun with your pretty pussy." Naked now, Sophia crawled between Teresa's legs, inhaling deeply of her sister's aroma. "It's something I've fantasized about since we were young, but I never had the nerve. One more thing that we both owe Doctor Walker."
Teresa wailed with joy as she felt her sister's full, red lips on her pussy.
Rory crouched above Teresa's head, bracing himself with his hands against the headboard behind him, his big cock aimed right at her mouth. The plum-sized head dangled enticingly just inches from her open lips. He paused and looked at Sean.
"Go ahead, Cuz," Sean said, tossing Rory a pillow. "Feed her the meat. Mom don't like to wait."
Rory tucked the pillow under his aunt's neck, entwined his fingers in her blonde curls, and tipped her head back. Teresa opened her mouth wide, mewling softly around his thick shaft as she throated him.
"I've been waitin' awhile for this, myself," Sean declared as he knelt behind Sophia. He sank his cock into his aunt's cunt from behind and started pumping.
Dylan and Tyler sat on the edge of the bed while Olivia jacked and sucked on their pricks. "This is your night, Terri," she said. "When I've got the guys ready, they're all yours too.
"And I promise you, there are more surprises yet to come."
THE END