Jamie Carter loved having big boobs, and she especially loved the effect that they had on the many men she fucked. So when the time had come to wean her sons she'd made an appointment to meet Doctor Burnett, a cosmetic surgeon recommended by Kurt Norman, at Norman's office.
She was surprised to find the office locked up when she arrived, on time, for her appointment. She knocked, and a moment later Courtney Harris opened the door.
"Sorry," Courtney said. "The Doctor's expecting you. I just didn't want to be interrupted while I familiarized Paige with our office practices." She glanced back over her shoulder. "How you doing back there, kiddo?"
Paige Mitchell, whom Jamie recognized as a graduating senior and cheerleader at Greenleaf High, was stretched out on the waiting room couch behind Courtney. Clad only in sensible flat pumps, Paige stared vacantly at the ceiling. Courtney's familiar silver vibrator was inserted half-way up the girl's pussy, buzzing insistently away.
Paige opened her mouth as if to answer Courtney, but only a faint mewl of pleasure escaped her lips. Her cheeks and forehead shone with perspiration in the dim light.
"Go on back," Courtney told Jamie, walking back to sit beside Paige. She leaned over to kiss one of the girl's large puffy nipples. "And as for you, Miss Pretty Titties...why don't we try a higher setting, hmm?"
She pressed a button on the vibe. The timbre of its buzzing changed. Paige moaned.
Jamie smiled and hurried on down the corridor to the examination room, to find her own mother, without a stitch on, jacking the cock of a handsome stranger while Kurt Norman fucked Rachel the minister's daughter while
her
mother licked her pussy and the Doctor's prick.
"Mom?!"
Lucille leapt to her feet. Her first impulse was to look for her clothes, a sheet, anything to cover herself, but there was nothing close at hand.
Mother and daughter stared at one another in disbelief.
"What exactly is going on here?" Jamie asked, unable to suppress a giggle at the incongruity of the scene.
Based on her daughter's lighthearted reaction to the situation, Lucille quickly put two and two together.
"Kurt Norman, you bastard," she cursed, "How long have you been dicking my daughter?"
Norman was caught off guard by the blunt query. He looked a little sheepish, frowned as if searching his memory, and finally shrugged. "Since she was about Rachel's age, I guess?" he said at last.
"I'm sure relieved my grandkids look so much like Michael," Lucille muttered, glaring at Jamie.
"Hey!" Jamie snapped. "Wait just a fucking minute, Mom. How long have you been messing around on Dad with...with...uh..."
"Call me Nick," Burnett offered helpfully. "I'm actually here to see you." He walked over to stand beside Lucille, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Now, Lucie, Jamie is here for her physical. I don't think we should make her wait unnecessarily. Jamie, why don't you get undressed and we'll proceed."
The prospect of an even kinkier afternoon than he'd first anticipated had completed the restoration of Burnett's sexual powers that Lucille's hand-job had begun. His prick was like steel. Jamie's eyes widened at the size of it, and her knees went a little weak.
"This is so wild!" she said, giggling again, and started unbuttoning her blouse. Lucille looked on, frozen to the spot, her emotions a roiling mixture of maternal concern, confusion - and arousal.
"You know, Lucie," Burnett said smoothly, watching her face, "You might consider this an opportunity to share a new experience with your daughter. It might bring you closer." He moved her hand back to his cock. She fondled it absently, her mind racing. "What do you say, Jamie?"
"Um - I - Mom?" Jamie was down to just her panties now. Lucille could read in her daughter's eyes that Burnett's suggestion intrigued her. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down slowly, hips swaying, with the experienced erotic skill of a stripper.
Who was Jamie hoping to arouse with the show, if not her own mother? It was clearly not required for Burnett's benefit, as attested to by the huge pulsing prick in Lucille's right hand.
We can't,
Lucille told herself, struggling to ignore the rising heat of her own loins.
But then...why not?
Why not, indeed? She'd committed the ultimate taboo sexual act of fucking her own son, after all, and not a bit reluctantly. She'd set out to seduce him.
So, why should she hesitate to make it with her daughter? She thought that would be hypocritical. Worse than that, she'd be favoring her son over her daughter...and that cut against the grain.
Lucille stepped toward Jamie. She took her daughter's hands in her own. Mother and daughter stood face to face gazing deeply into one another's eyes.
To Burnett's professional eye they presented a sensual study in family similarities and differences. In profile their faces were almost identical, with their straight narrow noses and high sculpted cheekbones. Lucille was so youthful that other than for the contrast of her silver tresses to Jamie's auburn hair and the finely etched network of smile lines at the corners of Lucille's eyes and mouth they might be mistaken for sisters.
They were the same height and shared the same fine bone structure. They were long-legged with slim hips, tiny waists and small pear-shaped asses.
The one major difference, of course, was their tits.
Lucille's were round and pert, small enough to have defied time and gravity, with protruding nipples. Burnett planned to devote a good deal of time and attention to sucking and nibbling those sweet gumdrops. He bet he could have Lucie on the edge of orgasm by the time he penetrated her, without even touching her below the waist beforehand.
Jamie's tits were something else altogether. They were huge, high and perfectly shaped despite years of breastfeeding. His professional assessment was that at the moment she was a 38E.
