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.
