Looking directly at the single parent and with a seductive voice, Holly asked, “You like getting eaten out?”
Her own voice hoarse, Ashley replied, “Ohhh, yesss!” Then she added, “You too?”
Maintaining her visual lock on the mother, the psychologist replied in a hushed tone, “Yes!”
The pair of panties was brimming with wetness.
The desirous parent looked at Holly expressing non-verbally her want to continue.
“Go ahead, Ashley.”
“He withdrew his head from between her legs. His face was shiny like a new penny. Daisy then started to beg him to screw her. ‘Oh, baby, fuck me now! I want it so bad!’ I started echoing in my own mind her words as if I was telling John. I just changed it to ‘mommy.’ My mind was yelling, ‘Oh, John, fuck mommy now! I want it so bad!”
The psychologist’s nipples were so hard now they could cut glass. Their sexual longing was so intensely it was almost painful. Her cuntal secretions flowed into the underwear gusset like a wild river. It was all Holly could do from tossing aside the manila folder, hiking up her skirt, slip her hand into her panties and paw at her fevered snatch while begging Ashley for more details.
“John was bare-chested when he was going down on Daisy. When he stood up I really saw his chest. I’ve seen it before. But now I was viewing it as a sexually famished woman. It is breathtaking! My son is chiseled.
“Then he quickly removed his jeans and underwear. He left his socks on. I actually thought that was cute. When he shoved down his pants and underwear in one shot and his erection bounced into view, I couldn’t get my fingers into my cunt fast enough. He picked up his jeans, fished out of one of the pockets a condom, tore it open with his teeth, slipped it on and got between Daisy spread thighs. Oh, how I envied that girl! Then he directed his stiff penis into her and proceeded to bang her six ways from Sunday. While they rutted like weasels, I came twice more, wishing—yearning—it was me receiving that world-class fuck.”
Holly sat back in her chair, steepling her fingers pretending to professionally reflect on the discussion. What the redhead really needed was to personally gather her thoughts which were X-rated and had run amok. She would have to send her skirt to the dry cleaners, thanks to her teeming muff. She hadn’t seen such a good-looking couple like Ashley and John in a long time. Her id was running wild. She wanted to take them to into her private room and ravage them both. She knew she would have no trouble getting them into a torrid threesome and spend the afternoon fucking and sucking each other. But Ashley’s plight was so similar to her own. She wanted the blonde parent to know and experience the obvious attraction and love her son felt for her, and vice-versa.
“Ashley, may I be blunt with you?”
“Why yes.”
“I really don’t see the problem here. You are attracted to your son. You masturbate about him. You’ve seen him ‘in action.’ You wished he was eating and fucking you instead of this Daisy. You like his qualities. He is attracted to you and wants to bewith you and love you faithfully. Go for it!”