Chapter 3

"How long have you fantasized about a sexual relationship with your mother, Walter?" Margaret Kelly asked.

"Is that what she told you?" Walter raised his eyebrows. "That I fantasized about it?"

"Is there something else I should know?"

Walter hesitated. "No. No, that's it. I fantasize about it." He grinned. "Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it a lot these days."

Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She rembered the call she'd received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne's voice as she'd begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with Walter that afternoon.

Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he'd entered her home a few minutes before, and followed her into her small office in the rear of her house. Margaret now considered the leering tone of his voice and wondered if he had, in fact, already fucked his mother.

It was possible. It wouldn't bother Margaret in the least, if it were true. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out boys who were having problems in school. What the school board didn't know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by letting them fuck her. The only reason she ever worked as a counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just about Walter's age.

Margaret was thirty-six now, and looked at least four years younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had married when she was very young, birthing one child, Henry, who was now almost sixteen. Her husband had divorced her three years ago. Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from counseling, which wasn't much.

The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because of her extremely strong appetite for sucking and fucking young studs. A young stud's cock, Margaret felt, stiffened much more rapidly than that of his older counterpart, and invariably sprayed more hot, tasty cum juice into her mouth or pussy or asshole. Young boys always fucked very hard and fast, which was just how Margaret liked getting her pussy pounded, and they were always eager to keep fucking and cumming all night.

Margaret had seduced many troubled lads that the school board, PTA or principal's office had referred to her. The best cure for most young male problems, she felt, was a healthy dose of fucking and cocksucking. It was rare for any boy to act up at home or at school if he was getting the cum sucked out of his cock on a daily basis. Margaret was always eager to relieve a lad in this fashion, particularly if his cock was long and fat. The bulge in Walter's pants indicated that he had a long, fat one too.

Margaret had always had a special appetite for sucking the jizz out of unusually big, stiff hard-ons. Her husband had been well- endowed, and the glue that had held their marriage together had been her penchant for nightly cocksucking. Now, Margaret felt violently aroused by even the faint possibility that young Walter had actually fucked his own mother. The most intensely satisfying fantasies she'd ever had, which she'd suppressed religiously, were those of teaching her own, innocent Henry how to suck and fuck.

"I might be missing the point, Walter," Margaret said. "When your mother called me this morning, she told me that her problem with you has become very serious. She said that you've frankly confessed a sexual interest in her, and that you've even tried to initiate a sexual relationship with her. Now, I get the impression that this incestuous contact has progressed farther than your mother indicated. Is that true?"

"Whatever she told you." Walter shrugged.

"Do you fuck your mother, Walter?"

Walter just stared at her. Margaret moved her chair closer.

"It's perfectly all right with me if you do, Walter. Mother-son incestuous contact is far more prevalent than most people think. The cock of a boy your age can grow stiff many times each day with a little provocation. Boys your age can be very sexually aggressive, and it's natural for them to make strong passes at available women, especially their mothers. I want to assure you, Walter, that any admission you make to me won't leave this room. Now tell me the truth. You have fucked your mother, haven't you?"

Walter hesitated only a moment longer. Then he smiled.

"Yeah, I have."

"Who initiated this sexual contact?" Margaret asked, as she felt her cunt getting wet and hot.

"I did. She didn't mind it much, though. She thinks she did. That's why she sent me here."

"Why did you want to fuck your own mother, Walter? Were you just so horny that any pussy would do, or did you have a particular craving to fuck her?"

"Both."

"Would you say that you have a very high sex drive, Walter?"

Margaret picked up the pencil and pretended to take notes.

"Very."

"Do you masturbate a lot? How many times a day do you jack off, on the average?"

"Five or six."

"That's a great deal, Walter. Do you always squirt out a great deal of semen when you cum? Or do you sometimes just shoot out a small amount?"

"Always a lot."

Margaret felt her cunt throbbing. She stared at the lad's crotch, realizing that the dirty talk, as she'd intended, was giving him a magnificent looking hard-on.

"I can't help noticing that your prick is getting stiff right, now, Walter. Does that happen frequently?"

"Yes."

"It feels good when your cock gets big and stiff, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

Margaret put down her notebook.

"Walter, I'm going to ask you a special favor now. I'd like you to take down your pants and show your hard cock to me. I think my counseling to you would be more valuable if I could see and inspect your cock. There might be something wrong with it."

Walter stood up, leering at the busty brunette knowingly as he opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. He stepped out of his shoes, then let his pants drop to his ankles, stepping out of them, leaving him naked from the waist down except for his socks.

"Oh, Walter. Why, it's just incredibly huge!"

The cock was enormous. It stood out of his cock fur like a baseball bat, nine inches long and very thick, so stiff that it was bucking and throbbing uncontrollably up and down. Margaret's mouth watered as she ogled the fat, meaty cock knob, imagining how it would puff up just before he shot a big load of juice down some lucky cocksucker's throat.

"I'd better take a closer look, Walter."

Margaret stood up, her pussy throbbing as she stood, then knelt before her young client. She suppressed a groan as she stared at the mammoth prick pulsing in front of her face. Margaret pinched his spongy cock head, running her fingers all over his cock meat. The prick bucked and pulsed in front of her face.

"It looks perfectly healthy," she said breathlessly. "Does it feel good when I touch your hard cock like that?"

"Yeah."

Margaret wrapped her hand around the root of his huge, throbbing prick. Lewdly she started jacking the big cock up and down, slow and hard. She stared at the cock knob, watching the piss hole open up to spit out little droplets of cream.

"Does this feel better, Walter? Is this how you touch your prick when you jack off?"

"I think it would feel a lot better if you sucked on it, Mrs. Kelly."

"That might be therapeutic too, Walter. To see your reaction."

By now a great deal of sticky, milky cock juice had dribbled out of Walter's cock head. Margaret pressed her palm on the cock knob, coating it with her spunk. She slid her fist to the root of his prick, holding it in position. Then, with a little smacking sound, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.

His fuck organ tasted very good, and so did the cum ooze. Margaret could already picture herself eagerly gulping down a heavy cum blast when she made him pop his rocks. She shut her eyes, concentrating on the taste and sensations of cocksucking. Gradually she let her lips part, slurping in inch after inch of his huge, throbbing prick.

Walter looked down at her, excited by the spectacle of the brunette inhaling his big prick. Margaret stopped when her lips were stretched to the bursting point around the aching thickness of his cock. She immediately started sucking very hard, knowing how much a young boy enjoys a hard, wet cocksucking. Walter shuddered with pleasure, clutching her head with both hands.

"Hard," he panted. "Do it really hard!"

Margaret pictured Walter's mother on her knees like this, hungrily slurping the tasty stiffness of her own son's prick. The image was arousing to her; she would have to make a point of asking Walter for the details of his incestuous contact with his mother.

Then, Margaret again found herself thinking of giving head like this to her own son, Henry. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and one that violently aroused her as she considered it now. Margaret's cheeks flushed brightly as she slurped on Walter's cock, determined to milk a really big load of cum juice out of his prick.

"Harder," Walter panted. "Oh, shit, you suck my cock so good!"

Margaret started beating his cock as she sucked, whipping her strong right hand tirelessly up and down his huge, aching cock meat. Her cocksucking sounds grew progressively louder, as she eagerly sucked his big, blood-laden cock. Hot, milky cock juice dribbled out of the cock know, oozing onto her tongue. Margaret lapped it up, sucking and slurping, her belly aching as she imagined herself gulping down a really rich load of jizz.

After five minutes of steady hard, wet sucking, Walter's prick had grown as hard as iron. He writhed as he stood over her, wincing and pulling her hair, on the verge of spraying her tonsils with spunk.