Chapter 1: Patient Intake

Priscilla O’Connell nervously sat in the psychologist’s waiting room. She didn’t like the idea of discussing the family’s problems with an outsider, especially a big problem like this one. And she didn’t like how Charles, her husband, seemed so nonchalant about it all. Yes, he had been the one to suggest therapy, but his manner evinced indifference. And most of all, she was nervous about her own reaction to her children’s activities.

It had been two weeks ago when she came home from work early and saw Zach and Alexandra having sex in Alex’s room. The teens had left the bedroom door ajar, and she had watched while Alex went down on her older brother. She should have burst into the room and put a halt to it, then and there, but she didn’t. Instead, she stood by the door and watched. She was mesmerized by her children’s bodies. They were so grown. It had been years since she’d seen them naked, and now they looked so different.

Alex had developed a distinct curve in her hips and breasts, not large, but round with perky nipples. And there was a triangular patch of dark pubic hair on her mons. At fifteen she was already a young woman. But it was Zach’s body which attracted most of her attention. He was no longer a cute, pudgy, little boy. That boy had been replaced by a young man, thin and lithe, but with the nascent musculature of his father. And then there was his cock. It wasn’t as large as his father’s, at least not yet, but it was already a good size for a sixteen-year-old.

She watched Alex suck at her brother’s cock. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time her daughter had sucked a cock. Pris wondered if there had been others, or if Alex’s skills had been honed solely on her brother’s penis. She watched her daughter bob her head up and down her son’s shaft, withdrawing every now and then to circle the head with her tongue before diving back down, once again taking almost all of Zach’s six inches into her throat.

After a bit, Alex stopped and got on all fours, presenting her ass to her brother. “I want you to fuck me, big brother.” Pris shivered when she heard the words. It was one thing to see her daughter suck her brother’s cock; it was another to hear her own daughter ask her brother to fuck her.

Zach moved in behind his sister and with one stroke buried his cock into her pussy. Pris watched as her son pistoned in and out of her, growing hotter with each of her son’s strokes. The urge to touch herself to get some relief was strong, and Pris knew she couldn’t keep standing there. Sooner or later one of the kids would spot her and she would either have create a scene and stop them or she would have start masturbating in front of them. So she withdrew.

She went downstairs and made a big noise as if she were just arriving home, calling out to see which of the kids were there. She imagined their incestuous guilt as they hurriedly dressed, a guilt she shared, theirs having been actual, hers vicarious, and she imagined their relief at not having been caught.

Soon the two teens joined her downstairs, all three pretending nothing had happened.

“What have you two been up to?” Pris asked, trying not to sound like she suspected something.

“Nothing,” they answered in unison.

But Pris could tell they were lying. She could always tell when her kids were being less than honest, but she had to admit they were getting better at it as they grew older.

“Where is Molly?” she said.

“She has drama club this afternoon, don’t you remember?” replied Alex.

“Of course.”

As if on cue, Molly walked in the door. Pris looked at her youngest. She was wide-eyed and innocent looking. Could Molly be involved with her siblings? She was only fourteen, much too young for sex. But now with the knowledge of what her two older kids had been up to, Pris looked at her youngest again, and she was more mature than how Pris had pictured her in her mind’s eye. Like her older sister, Molly was showing a curve in her hips, and her breasts, while smaller than her sister’s, were causing her t-shirt to bulge out ever so slightly. Pris wondered if she had pubic hair like her older sister.

Get hold of yourself, Pris, she thought. It wasn’t right to think of her children this way.

But Pris couldn’t get the image of her son and daughter fucking out of her head. For the rest of the afternoon and evening she was plagued with visions of her son’s cock and thoughts of what it would be like to take it into her own mouth and to have him plunge it into her own pussy. And there was Alex. She even had lustful thoughts about her, imagining what it would be like to bury her face between her legs and taste her juices. That was doubly strange, as she had never been attracted to another woman before. Was it something about Alex, her daughter, that turned her on or had something in her own sexuality changed that made her lust after a woman’s touch? It was all too confusing.

That night when she and Charles settled into bed together, she leaned over and kissed him. Not the usual goodnight peck, but a deep tongue kiss. She almost never initiated sex, but that night she was too wound up not to do something about it. Charles didn’t mind in the least, and soon he was working his mouth down her torso, stopping to worship her large breasts, rounder and firmer than her thirty-eight-year-old boobs had any right to be. She loved it when he ran his tongue around her nipples. It was if there were an electric wire running from them directly to her clit. Her husband suckled at her breasts while his hands massaged them. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Zach in his place, returning to those mounds which had nourished him when he was little. The thought trigged a mini orgasm, a tremor that foreshadowed a bigger shock to come.

And soon Charles started working his way further down. She opened her eyes and watched her husband kiss her torso down to her navel and beyond. She opened her legs for him, and he kissed her inner thighs, first the right thigh, then the left. He ran his tongue across her shaven mons, then slipping down took her inner labia, which were already engorged and protruding outward, between his lips. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, savoring the feeling. Then his tongue penetrated her, circling the inside of her vagina then lapping upward and over her clit. Another tremor of pleasure coursed through her.