Tale of two mothers. Ch 7.

Chapter Seven:

"And you say that Walter is still trying to initiate an incestuous,

sexual relationship with you?" Margaret asked. She sat with her

notebook and pencil again, pretending to take notes. A day had passed.

"That's right," Patty sighed. She squirmed nervously on the couch,

uncomfortable to be discussing her private life with a therapist. She'd

expected Margaret Kelly to be old and dowdy. It was discomfiting to see

that the counselor was her age, and was endowed with a petite body

every bit as curvaceous as her own.

"Did Walter try to have sex with you last night?" Margaret raised her

eyebrows.

"He certainly did. He was very aggressive."

Patty trembled in spite of herself, remembering the furious pussy-

pounding Walter had delivered the night before. Again, she had failed

to suppress her need to fuck her own son.

"Was his cock stiff?"

"Extremely."

"I have to ask a delicate question now." Margaret folded her notebook

and dropped it on the floor. "You've told me so far that Walter has

made sexual advances on you. I haven't asked yet, point blank, if any

of these advances have been successful. Have they?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Have you fucked your own son?"

"Of...of course not!" Patty spluttered, instantly reddening with shame

and fear. "What kind of question is that? I would never allow my own

son to help himself to my own body."

"That's not what Walter says."

The ensuing silence was long and tense. Patty's blush deepened, and she

shamefully averted her eyes, avoiding the counselor's calm stare.

Already she knew that she'd been caught. Horrible fantasies flashed

through her mind's eye: of newspaper headlines, of a judge denying her

custody of her son. Patty wondered if there was any point in trying to

lie further.

"I'm not going to tell anyone about this, Patty," Margaret said

soothingly, as if reading her mind. "Anything you admit to me will be

kept in strictest confidence. But I do think it would be best if we

started being honest with one another. Walter admitted, with some

persuasion on my part, that he has already fucked you many times. He

says that you enjoying sex with him a great deal, but that you feel

ashamed of yourself for letting your own son fuck you. Is that true?"

Patty took a deep breath and, finally, met the counselor's eyes.

"That's about right," she said.

"You know, maybe it's not really so awful to let Walter keep fucking

you," Margaret suggested. "After all, you're both horny, and he's old

enough to --"

"No!" Patty stopped her with a brisk wave of her hand. "Please, don't

even suggest that. It's disgusting. It has to end right now. I simply

can't allow Walter access to my body any longer."

"Then why do you let him fuck you at all, Patty?" Margaret paused,

letting the question sink in. "Is it because you're so horny?"

"I...I guess."

"Have you always been so horny, or has it only been since your

divorce?"

"Always, I guess."

"I see." Margaret hesitated again. "Patty I'm going to ask you some

very personal questions now. How often do you think about fucking and

sucking in the course of a given day?"

"A great deal."

"Does your cunt usually respond to these thoughts by becoming moist and

swollen?"

"Yes."

"Was you cunt moist and swollen when you first allowed your son to fuck

you?"

"Yes."

"The questions I'm asking now, are they making your pussy feel wet and

hot?"

Patty flushed with embarrassment.

"I guess."

"I think it would be good if I took a close look at your cunt, Patty."

Margaret held up her hand, as if to stem off a possible objection.

"Don't worry. I have a degree in physical therapy," she lied. "I'm just

going to inspect it, Patty. All you have to do is pull down your pants

and let me have a look."

Patty thought about this for a moment, but by then Margaret's stream of

sex-oriented questions had made her pussy so itchy and horny that she

was too distracted to object. She rose to her feet, kicking off her

shoes and pulling her jeans off. Now all she had on were her panties.

Patty sat back down on the couch, pulling the cotton bikini panties off

of her rounded little ass, exposing her hairy pussy mound to the

therapist.

"You have a great deal of pussy hair," Margaret observed.

Margaret knelt on the floor in front of her. Patty blushed as she let

the counselor spread her long legs wide apart, completely opening her

wet, curly-haired pussy. Margaret leaned close, pushing her face

between Patty's legs. Then she ran her fingers up Patty's inner thigh,

wiggling one between the pouting lips of Patty's extremely horny cunt.

"Does that feel good?" Margaret asked.

She began moving the finger briskly in and out.

"Ungggh!"

"Your cunt lubricates very easily, Patty. I've only just begun to touch

it, and it's already dripping. It's very warm and swollen as well."

Margaret pushed in a second finger, jacking her off harder. "Does this

feel better?"

"Ungggh!"

Patty blushed with shame, splaying her legs wider. The whole scene was

absurd; she already knew that Margaret was a horny dyke who wanted to

seduce her. But, since she had begun fucking her son, Patty's sex needs

were so uncontrollably strong that she reacted helplessly to any

stimulus. Now she started humping and wiggling her ass eagerly on the

couch, fucking her wet pussy onto Margaret's hand.

"Now your cunt's getting even wetter. The inner lips seem to be

spasming as well. You have an extremely tight pussy for a woman your

age. I can see why Walter has such a strong desire to fuck you, even if

your are his mother."

"Ungggh! Oh, Margaret! Unngggh!"

"Was your pussy this hot and juicy when your son fucked you for the

first time, Patty? I notice that your cunt seems to spasm harder when I

ask you about it. Does it arouse you to think about your own son

fucking your pussy, the way it feels to have a young boy's stiff,

throbbing fuck organ pounding into your cunt?"

"Ungggh! Oh, stop! Stop talking dirty! Ungggh!"

"Your clit is swollen, Patty."

Still pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of Patty's gooey fuck

hole, Margaret brought her left hand to the fat, dark pink bud

protruding at the top of her cunt. She put her left forefinger on it,

rubbing in a circular motion. Patty gasped, fucking her hips rapidly

off the couch.

"Does this feel good?"

"Ungggh! Oh! Unggggh!"

"I think it would be good now to see how your pussy responds to oral

stimulation, Patty."

Margaret lowered her head, burying her face between Patty's thighs. She

pressed her mouth to the blonde's wet, tasty fuck hole. The next thing

Patty knew, the counselor had begun to lick and suck.

Hungrily Margaret sluiced her tongue up and down Patty's throbbing fuck

hole, eagerly lapping the cunt cream from the folds of Patty's pussy.

Patty instantly felt her pussy growing even hornier, oozing a heavy

flow of fuck oils onto the counselor's tongue. Margaret slid her hands

up higher, peeling open the pussy petals. She thrust her tongue deep

inside Patty's pussy, licking deep inside Patty's cunt.

"Oh, suck me," Patty gasped.

By now the extreme pleasure of having her pussy licked had made her

lose all control of herself. She clutched Margaret's head with both

hands, frantically fucking her ass off the couch.

"Lick it good, Margaret! Ungggh! Oh, shit, you're making my pussy so

juicy! Suck it, Margaret, suck my cunt!"

Margaret pushed her tongue in and out of Patty's pussy, making the

blonde hump her ass faster on the couch. The clit was very hard now,

twitching obscenely with its need to be licked and sucked. Margaret

wriggled her tongue on it, sending spasming waves of intense pleasure

coursing through Patty's body. Then she took the swollen clit directly

between her lips, sucking hard, puckering her cheeks on it, as if it

were a tiny cock.

"Suck me, suck me!" Patty gasped. By now the blonde's face was a mask

of insatiable fuck need. "Ungggh! Put your fingers in again! Oh, shit,

my cunt's so wet! My pussy needs to cum!"

Again Margaret straightened her fingers, gooshing them into the

clasping interior of Patty's hot, achey fuck tunnel. Rapidly she jacked

off the horny woman, banging her knuckles on the puffy lips of Patty's

fuck slit. Then Margaret sucked the clit bud much harder, pressing her

tongue on the tip, pushing it back and forth.

"I'm cumming!" Patty squealed. She clawed the back of Margaret's head,

almost weeping with pleasure, fucking her ass frantically off the

couch. "Ungggh! Suck my pussy, suck my horny fucking pussy! I'm cumming

now, cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Patty's pussy spasmed violently, nearly as hard as it had the last time

she'd enjoyed a savage fucking with her son. The delicious musky-

smelling cunt cream flowed heavily from the hairy hole, giving Margaret

a plentiful amount of pussy juice to tongue and lick up. Margaret kept

her head buried between Patty's trembling thighs, continuing to lick,

suck and fingerfuck the cum-spasming pussy. Eating cunt, she thought,

was almost as satisfying as slurping the cock juice out of a huge,

throbbing boner like her son's.

"Well!" Margaret sat back on her heels, licking her lips to savor the

last droplets of pussy juice. "I'm sure you feel better now, don't you,

Patty? You certainly came hard, didn't you?"

Patty sprawled on the couch, staring down at her. She'd come to discuss

her sex problems frankly with the therapist. Instead she'd wound up

allowing the therapist to lick and suck her cunt. Patty wondered what

was coming over her. She felt so horny these days that the slightest

prompting could induce her to spread her legs and give her pussy to

anyone.

"Your pussy's still very juicy," Margaret observed. She slipped her

finger back into Patty's pussy, sliding it teasingly in and out. "Would

you like to suck my cunt now, Patty?"

"I--I don't think I'd better."

"Don't be ridiculous."

Margaret stood, in no hurry, instinctively understanding that Patty was

too horny to refuse her. Margaret stripped naked, revealing her petite,

busty body to the blonde. Then she stretched out on her back on the

floor, splaying her thighs wide apart, showing her wet, black-haired

pussy to the sex-starved blonde mother.

"You'll feel a lot better after you suck my cunt, Patty," Margaret

purred. "I can see that you're still very horny. I'm only trying to

help you, after all. If I let you lick my pussy, your desire for

sucking might be satisfied. You might not be so eager to give blow jobs

to your own son."

Patty slid off the couch, her mouth already watering, unable to resist

the sight of Margaret's moist, juicy pussy. Patty lay on her stomach

between the brunette's legs, confronting the curly-haired fissure of

her butter fuck slit. Then she pressed her mouth on it, red-faced with

shame and passion, licking another woman's cunt for the very first

time.

"That's a good girl," Margaret sighed.

Margaret splayed her legs wider, completely opening her throbbing pussy

for Patty's lips and tongue. She pushed her hand down, peeling open her

pussy petals with her fingers. Then she started humping her ass lightly

on the floor, hungrily thrusting her wet, horny pussy onto Patty's

tongue.

"Get your tongue in there, Patty! Ungggh! That's a good girl! You like

the way my pussy tastes, don't you?"

Patty didn't answer. She was already too busy licking and sucking. As

Margaret had suggested, the taste of another woman's wet cunt was

extremely exciting to her. She felt her won pussy throbbing lewdly as

she thrust her tongue in deep, lapping the fragrant cunt oils from the

depths of Margaret's aching cunt.

Margaret's cunt was getting wetter, throbbing on her lips. The inner

lips spasmed, needing something to suck on. Patty straightened one

finger, then as second, gooshing them into the narrow, creamy interior

of Margaret's fuck channel. Margaret gasped as the blonde started

jacking her off, banging her fingers rhythmically in and out of her

wet, overheated fuck slit.

"Suck me now," Margaret cried. Her big tits jiggled as she humped her

ass off the floor, fucking her wet, hairy pussy onto Patty's mouth and

fingers. "My clitty! Ungggh! Suck my clitty! Oh, fuck, oh, please, put

it in your mouth now! Suck it, suck it hard!"

Patty obeyed, now pumping her fingers in and out of Margaret's cunt as

fast as she could. Margaret's clit was fat and swollen, protruding at

the tip of her fuck opening. Patty wrapped her lips around it, sucking

hard, puckering her cheeks as shed did when she sucked her son's cock.

Margaret clawed the back of her neck, hard enough to draw blood. Then

Margaret's aching, tight cunt hole spasmed and throbbed in a long,

violent cum.

"Lick it, Patty! Unh, unh, unh, lick it, suck my pussy! I'm cumming

now, cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Patty feverishly kept sucking and fingerfucking, guiding the horny

brunette through the duration of her orgasm. At last Margaret let her

pink-flushed ass cheeks drift back to the floor. Margaret sat up,

smiling shamelessly, rewarding Patty's cunt lapping efforts with a

long, lewd kiss.

"Now, you enjoyed that too, didn't you?" Margaret said. "See, Patty? I

don't think there's really any harm in fucking your son, but you don't

really have to, if you don't want to. Whenever you get horny, you can

just come to see me. Free of charge. You have a beautiful body, and a

wonderful, tasty pussy. I'll be happy to lick it for you whenever it

feels wet and hot."

* * * * *

"Ooh, that's nice, honey. Your big cock feels so good." Margaret lay on

her back later that night, her ankles bouncing on Henry's shoulders,

letting her horny son enjoy another fuck in his mother's tight cunt.

"You love fucking Mummy's tight pussy, don't you?"

Henry didn't answer. He was too busy laboring feverishly between his

mother's thighs, ramming her blood-swollen cockshaft in and out of her

pussy. Margaret humped her ass to meet his rhythm, eagerly thrusting

her horny cunt onto his cock.

"Honey? Would you like to fuck another woman besides Mummy?"

"I don't care," Henry panted.

"Her name's Patty Wayne, Henry. I know you'd like her. She's blonde,

and very pretty. And she's got awfully big tits." Margaret hesitated.

"Do you remember the other day, when I was telling you about the boy

who fucked his mother? That's the one, Henry. Patty is very, very

horny, honey. She wishes she could keep her son out of her panties, but

she's just too horny to resist him."

Henry was too busy fucking his mother to answer, but Margaret could

feel his prick swelling even stiffer in her pussy. She knew Henry

sensed the direction her conversation was leading, and she knew that

the idea already turned Henry on.

"Henry, why don't you visit Patty Wayne tomorrow? I'll give you an

excuse, so you can see her when her son's at school. I'll bet she'll be

at home, playing with herself. She really is terribly horny, son. She

needs more fucking badly."

"What d'you want me to do it for?" Henry panted.

"Because I think it would be fun for you," Margaret giggled. "And I

think it would be nice if the four of us could all start fucking

together eventually. Patty just needs a little more persuasion. Your

cock is an awfully good persuader, honey. I know that for a fact. Will

you promise to see her tomorrow, Henry? And give Patty a good humping?"

"Yeah!"

"That's a good boy." Margaret whimpered, feeling her pussy throbbing

around his cock. She wrapped her legs around his back, bucking in a

frenzy of lust. "Now fuck your mother, Henry! Hard, lover, fuck your

mother hard!"