Ditzy Mommy Does Everything Right

This is a standalone story set in the wacky, sex-positive universe that features the recurring character of Dr. Samantha Bowman, a family (sex) therapist. Because this is an independent episode, it can be enjoyed without having read anything else in this setting.

Note that just like the other stories there, this one is also totally absurd and unrealistic. What you find here includes not only mother/son incest, but also hypersexuality, exaggerated male virility, excessive masturbation, unrealistic volumes of semen, questionable therapeutic practices, and inexplicable preponderance of women with large breasts.

Many thanks to Tacocarnitas for inspiration and excellent beta-reading of this piece.

All characters are 18 or older.

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PART 1

Closing his bedroom door behind him, Dylan let out a deep sigh. His mother Alexis was definitely at it again. He could still smell her favorite summer perfume; the olfactory sensation wafted around him like a tight and sensuous embrace. It filled his nostrils with a heady aroma of intense flowery notes, mixed with the unique scent of her full, womanly body.

The smell served as a lasting reminder of the way she had welcomed him home. Not just today, but also yesterday, the day before, the day before *that*, and every single day prior, for the past however many weeks.

The scene was always the same.

She would appear seemingly out of nowhere, the moment Dylan closed the front door. She would come to him all in smiles, bouncing happily, and hug his tall and wiry body with her short and curvy one. She would coo and purr affectionately, saying how glad she was to see her "honey", or "sweetie", or some other cutesy term she would use to refer to her full-grown, adult son.

Meanwhile, the vast mounds of her bosom would press tightly against his chest. Even through their clothes, he would feel both the luscious softness of those huge pillows and the subtle pokes of her prominent nipples.

Dylan would then need to bend down and receive his mother's kisses: one on each cheek, followed by a quick peck on the lips. Every day, it seemed like that third kiss on the mouth grew steadily longer and longer.

And after all these affections his mom would finally release him, saying that dinner should be ready in about an hour or two. Her petite and very curvaceous body would then prance away with that same happy bounce, treating the bemused teenager to the sight of her firm, shapely, yet exceedingly massive derriere. Hanging on to the door frame that led to the kitchen, she would blow him the final kiss, which she would then send on a wisp of hot air from her pouty, cheerfully smiling lips.

Moments later she would disappear, leaving Dylan dazed and confused in the hallway. Invariably he would feel an unbearable tightness in his pants caused by the hard shaft of his raging boner.

It was precisely one of those homecoming erections that the young man was stroking right now. He lay naked on the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes shut tight, his practiced hand moving slowly up and down over the whole length of his sizeable manhood. He was panting, mouth half-open, eyelids fluttering in the throes of a lustful reverie.

"Ah, fuck!... Oh yeah..."

Nowadays, this was how Dylan would typically masturbate. The horny eighteen-year-old possessed an impressively vivid imagination, which meant he rarely needed porn to carry him through long sessions of manual self-pleasure. A fresh memory of his mother's body -- her mature, incredibly curvaceous figure -- was more than enough to rev up his overactive libido.

And as of late, when Mom's home outfits increasingly veered towards skin exposure and tightness, such fertile memories always lingered on his mind. It should be no surprise then that the boy had inspiration aplenty to conjure in his head some very immodest fantasies.

"Ahh, Mom," he groaned, "your boobs! It feels so good... when you press them... against me..."

Like today, when she had greeted him in quite a revealing outfit. She was wearing knee-length, navy-blue capri pants, which she had paired with a beige halter top that ended a few inches above her waist.

Suspended only on thin spaghetti straps, the short upper garment struggled to contain the immense size of her bosom. The heavy mounds wobbled and jiggled, as she skipped forward and flattened them onto his stomach. The luscious sight and the forbidden feel of their softness caused his cock to grow rock-hard in seconds, and the kiss she planted of his lips before leaving -- longer and more enthusiastic than ever -- had his straining manhood pulse and throb with urgent need.

Once she was gone, he obviously attended to this need immediately. He ran upstairs, removed all his clothes, and in less than a minute he was already coming a massive load all over his bare torso. But his rigid shaft remained thoroughly unfazed, staying just as hard as it had been before; for Dylan was still lost in his lurid fantasy, which involved his cute and sexy and enormously well-endowed mother.

"Ah, fuck!" he groaned, deftly massaging his continued boner. "God, she's so hot..."

He pictured her kneeling between his legs, the halter top long gone, and her beautiful, heavy breasts lovingly wrapped around his throbbing hard-on. Her dainty hands were squeezing them together to form a deep and long valley, which his overexcited member had already coated in a thick layer of pre-cum. Her lovely face was lit with a radiant smile, as she hummed cheerfully and spoke to him in a soothing yet seductive voice.

"Mmm, oh yes... Don't you just love Mommy's big titties? They are so big and soft, and... and... and big!" She giggled. "And your cock is big, too, and soooo hard! Is this where you want to put it, sweetie? Between your mommy's huge breasts?"

"Y-yes, Mom," he croaked, both in his fantasy and in the quiet privacy of his bedroom. He was jacking himself quite vigorously now, well on his way to another spurting orgasm. It arrived a few minutes later, pushing out another impressive discharge; and the virile young man was left panting and groaning, as his rampant cock lashed his body with close to a dozen ropes of dense, pearly white seed.

At the end of this potent eruption, Dylan let out a contented sigh. A large amount of semen pooled up on his abdomen, abundant trickles gathering in the bony depressions right under his ribs. There was more cum further up, where many streaks covered his chest and shoulders; and then even further, where some of the boy's long jets had managed to reach his neck and chin.

And yet, in spite of these two impressive discharges, there had been no change to the state of his large manhood. The formidable instrument, held in his long-fingered palms, was still fully hard and ready.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted. His hands began moving over his stiff shaft once again.

Such repeated ejaculations weren't anything out of the ordinary for Dylan. Ever since he hit puberty, the hormonal teenager had been experiencing some very frequent, very persistent erections. His maturing body was in a perpetual state of turmoil, for his youthful lusts and relentless carnal urges constantly demanded immediate and complete satisfaction.

The only way he could quell those powerful impulses was to achieve multiple spurting orgasms. And that was exactly what the young man would do, as often as it was necessary, in order to try and keep in check his seemingly insatiable sex drive.

Lately, however, his libido had been growing even more voracious and intense. It was quite typical nowadays that the virile teen would bring himself to climax at least seven or eight times a day. Most of his free time was now spent on feverish masturbation, as the incessantly horny lad tried his best to pacify his raging hard-ons.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Fuuuuck!" he groaned, as more jets of cum rocketed out of his rampant member. Working it frantically with his well-practiced strokes, he coaxed almost a dozen large ropes from his wildly spurting geyser. His head then fell back on the pillow, and he let out a protracted sigh. "Oh geez..."

This powerful orgasm proved voluminous and felt incredibly intense. And yet, as he lay panting, thoroughly coated in his own seed, Dylan knew that even such potent release might not be enough to grant him a modicum of respite.

He also knew why this was. He knew why, regardless of how often he jacked off, his young cock seemed to barely ever soften.

"Mom..."

He was simply obsessed with his smoking hot mother. Her incredible curves were practically all the teenage boy could think of. For a long time the voluptuous, top-heavy stunner had been the chief subject of his erotic fantasies, as well as the main reason for all his explosive discharges.

At first, Dylan had been ashamed of his proclivities. He was well aware that young men shouldn't be jerking off to their own mothers. But it wasn't long before he was forced to capitulate and admit the obvious: that his lust for his gorgeous mom was simply too strong to ignore. He started indulging in those deepest, most forbidden fantasies, while he stroked himself to another gushing orgasm, and soon he would feel neither guilt nor shame over acting on those incestuous impulses.

Ever since he had made peace with them, the horny teen had been masturbating with carefree relish. Every day he spent hours jacking his persistent boner, spilling what seemed like veritable gallons of thick jizz -- and it would all be in a lewd tribute to his mother's magnificent, hourglass-shaped, stunningly curvy body.

Said tributes included the three loads which were coating him now, as he lay on the soaked sheets and steadily panted in post-orgasmic bliss. Reluctantly, his stubborn erection looked like it finally began to falter, but knowing his galloping sex drive it wouldn't be long before it starts firming up yet again.

"Ugh, I need a shower," he muttered.

With his mom still busy downstairs in the kitchen, Dylan darted across the hallway and locked himself in the bathroom. He jumped under the cascading waters and washed away the sticky fluids from his body. But even though it took him several minutes to get clean, his overactive cock remained lightly swollen and chubby. Not only had it refused to go down completely, but, much to his chagrin, it appeared to once again require his manual attention.

He sighed. Seems like it just couldn't be helped. His dick clearly had a Pavlovian reaction to the sight of the shower cabin, thanks to his morning routine that always included blasting his overnight load onto the square ceramic tiles. Waste of water though it was, jerking off had become a mandatory part of every shower he took. This time it would be no different.

Leaning against the wall, he imagined that his petite and busty mother was right here with him. Naked and wet, she turned around and giggled, presenting to him the incredible sight of her beautiful, rosy pink pussy. He pictured in his mind entering her heavenly tightness, then gripping her lush wide hips and fucking her with wild abandon.

"Ahhhh! Fuuuuck!"

Minutes later he groaned, spurting yet another series of sticky white salvos. They went down the drain as he finished with a few perfunctory strokes, at last feeling his obstinate member deflate for good. He shut off the water and opened the fogged door of the cabin, just in time to hear his mother's voice echo through their large house.

"Honey! Dinner's ready!"

He toweled off in a hurry and was soon running downstairs to the dining room. While the lewd images of Mom still lingered in his mind, they were temporarily pushed aside by the delicious smell of his favorite beef lasagna that wafted through the hallways.

***

"Thanks, Mom! It was great," Dylan said, putting down his fork and knife. He stood up from his chair and turned around to leave. His terrycloth bathrobe straightened around his long body, bulging prominently outwards as it fell over his crotch.

"Aww, thank you!" said his mother, smiling. "But sweetie, do you really have to go so soon?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, Mom," he answered hesitantly. "I need to, uh... to take care of homework..."

She let out a cute yip. "Oh! Of course, honey. You go and do that! Thanks for telling Mommy, because now she knows she absolutely shouldn't disturb you!"

She thought she heard him sigh, likely in contentment after eating one of his favorite dishes. The thought sent her heart aflutter, even as she watched him scamper upstairs in a hurry. She felt like she was doing a great job being the boy's caring and doting mother.

Well, for the most part, at least.

"He's such a dutiful student," she said to herself, and sighed. "I should be proud! But I can't help but to worry..."

She got up and swept the dirty dishes from the table, throwing them in the washer and starting a short cycle. She wiped the kitchen counters and other nearby surfaces, making sure they were all spotlessly clean. She even mopped the floor, cleaned both the oven and the stove, and it was only when she seriously considered taking on the already-immaculate window panes that the woman finally acknowledged the troubled state of her mind.

A sigh skirted her lips. She still couldn't stop thinking, and worrying, about her son.

"So smart and so handsome. And yet..."

Alexis, or Lexi as she liked to be called, was a very striking woman. She wasn't the brightest light on the Christmas tree -- far from it, really -- and possessed neither the street nor the book smarts that would allow her to get anywhere far in life. But what she had instead was arguably even better: a big and kind heart, a mellow character, and an endearingly affectionate disposition -- as well as a petite, unbelievably well-endowed, and stunningly voluptuous body.

To put it bluntly, Lexi Hudson was a smoking hot, lovably ditzy, 37-year-old bimbo. She had married rich and young, charmed by an older man whose prime interest were her substantial assets. He died only a few years later, a victim of a tragic golfing incident, which left her with their only son Dylan, a large suburban home, and enough wealth to ensure neither of them would ever have to worry about money.

She didn't remarry, and instead devoted her care and attention to raising her beloved boy. He had grown quickly, shooting up to over six feet in height, which stood in stark contrast to his mother who on a good day would barely clear five. He may not have been very athletic, that was certainly true, for he often shied away from physical activity and didn't like engaging in team sports.

But in Lexi's eyes her son nonetheless looked very handsome. She thought the world of him, and knew that he was an intelligent and well-spoken young man. There was no question in her mind he would be a great catch for any girl who might strike his fancy.

What worried her, however, was that apparently no girl ever had. Dylan had never gone on a date, as far as Lexi was aware, and he'd never brought home one of his female classmates to introduce her to his mother.

It wasn't a question of whether he was attracted to girls. Lexi knew that her boy *definitely* liked them.

A few weeks ago, she was walking by his bedroom and heard some throaty gasps and groans. As she peeked through the keyhole, she saw him masturbate to a video showing two naked, exceedingly busty blondes. They were writhing on a large bed and lewdly groping their top-heavy bodies; and judging by how much his computer chair wobbled, constantly shaken by the rhythmic motion of his arm, her son was enjoying the lurid show a great deal.

Lexi hadn't confronted him about this, because she didn't see a reason to do so. She was perfectly okay with masturbation as an occasional pastime, especially for a healthy and growing teenager like Dylan. Her only complaint was that she would've preferred he directed his prurient attention away from pornography and more towards his female peers.

He seemed disinclined to do so, however, and it was this very reluctance that had prompted his worried mother to give him some subtle encouragement. So far her actions didn't have any of their desired effects, which only made Lexi worry about her son even more.

"Gosh, I hope everything's okay with my sweetie," she told herself quietly, glancing at the closed door to his room. "He always just runs off after dinner to... to do *this*! And he's been like that for weeks now. I... I think I'd feel so much better if I really made sure he's okay..."

Lexi tiptoed through the hallway, trying to ignore the breathy noises she was hearing. Once in her bedroom, she picked up the laptop from the nightstand and lay down with it on her bed.

Feeling her massive pillows pancake onto the firm mattress, for a moment she lost track of what she wanted to do. Computers were never her forte -- all those windows and icons could be so confusing -- but she eventually found 'the internet app', as she called it, and once again refocused her easily distracted attention.

She thought about it very intensely, and eventually she typed in a question that described her plight as best as she could. She took care to make as few mistakes as possible, then held her breath while she waited for the results to appear.

Before long, the screen filled up with a list of vaguely relevant answers. Many of them looked a bit too complicated for Lexi, but there was one in particular that caught her eye very quickly.

"Dr. Bowman...?"

It was an advertisement put up by a local therapist.

Dr. Samantha Bowman, for that was her name, presented herself as a specialist in unusual problems of sexual nature. From a photograph that welcomed visitors to her neatly designed website, the blonde doctor was gazing at Lexi with a serene and profoundly calming smile. She looked quite young, seemingly younger than the anxious mother herself, but her lovely face framed with curly locks convinced Lexi she had to be an earnest and genuine soul.

"Oh my! She's so gosh-darn cute!" said the petite woman, a playful giggle slipping through her plump lips. "And she looks very professional, too. Okay, I'm totally going to talk to her! She'll know what to do, right?... Yes! She must know!"

Thus convinced, Lexi started filling out the form to request an appointment. It felt a little awkward, for not only she had to share several intimate details about Dylan, but also answer a number of other questions that dealt with her and her own proclivities.

But in the end, the concerned mother figured that all this private information got to be necessary for the doctor to know. Otherwise, she simply wouldn't be asking for it -- right?

"How often does my boy masturbate...?" she whispered one of the questions, a blush coming over her smooth cheeks. Again she giggled. "Gee, I don't know! I'm sure he does it in the morning, and after school, and definitely now... So, uhm, three times a day?"

She put that in, oblivious how much she was understating her son's true needs.

"How often do *I* have sex or masturbate?" she read another question with a gasp. "Oh dear..."

Blushing more deeply, she put in her response and continued down the form.

Eventually she came to the final, free-form question. It was asking about the specific reasons Lexi had for booking the appointment with Dr. Bowman. She described those reasons carefully, again double- and triple-checking her spelling and grammar; and after considerable time spent finagling those few relatively short sentences, she read them one more time and decided it was the best she could do.

"Okie! Should be everything now, huh?" She scrolled through the answers, biting her lip and reflexively smiling. "Yes, that's all! Whew! Let's hope that the doctor gets to it quickly..."

Holding her breath, Lexi pressed the button to submit the form and watched the spinning circle for several long seconds. A thank-you page soon appeared, and the busty mother exhaled with a deep relief when she read she should expect a response within the next twenty-four hours.

As the thin lid of her laptop closed, there was a muffled sound tumbling down the hallway. It wasn't loud, for it had been fettered by a door shut tight and another one only slightly ajar, but no one would mistake it for anything other than a strained and very labored groan.

"Oh!" Lexi let out, and giggled. "Well, I guess now he can finally get to that homework!"

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PART 2

Samantha sat behind the large desk in her office and flipped through the densely written notes. Her favorite, somewhat old-fashioned legal pad had just gained three more, hastily scribbled pages; she had written them over the course of her most recent session.

The patient, Mrs. Philips, had told Samantha she'd been concerned about her son's behavior. The shy eighteen-year-old boy had apparently taken interest in his vivacious college-aged sister, and he expressed it by jerking off to the photos of her nightclub escapades which the slutty blonde constantly posted on her social media feeds. Furthermore, he would often do this with his mom's used panties, adding another layer of complication to this challenging yet very promising case.

"At some point, I should probably get all three of them in my office," mused the young doctor, "but I think I have to sort things out between him and his mother first..."

Her mind hatching a plan, she wrote down a few extra notes and smiled at their salacious implications. Yes, the gorgeous Mrs. Philips was definitely right to bring her concerns to Samantha -- because, as a result, she and her teenage son would soon become much, much closer...

"Alright, let's see who's next," said the crafty doctor. She turned to the computer screen to have a look at her packed calendar.

Before long, an amused smirk was curling her plump rouge lips. She instantly recognized the name written over the next time slot. Even though this was going to be their very first session, the prospective patient had already left an impression on Samantha by the way she had filled out the online form.

Rarely would Dr. Bowman see someone wield such atrociously poor grammar. Rarer still would she encounter a case where not only was the course of action obvious, but the patient had been unwittingly doing pretty much everything right already.

All that was needed now were a few gentle nudges...

"Ms. Hudson...?" Samantha called, peeking out into the waiting room.

"Yes!" came the excited answer. "That's me!"

Jumping out of her chair, the short woman bounced towards the surprised doctor. A wide smile adorned her lovely face, which looked much more youthful than her birth date would suggest. She was dressed pretty casually, in long denim pants and a white short-sleeved blouse. But even in such modest clothes, there was absolutely no concealing of some very prominent, blindingly obvious aspects of the woman's sensational figure.

"Wow," Samantha muttered under her breath, before putting on a broadly welcoming smile. "Excellent! Please, come on in!"

The blonde doctor remained suitably professional, but she couldn't deny this new patient was making an even *bigger* impression on her in person. Those tremendous curves were simply jaw-dropping; and although Samantha had met many stunningly curvy beauties in her practice, especially among the mature mothers, Ms. Hudson ought to be one of the most voluptuous women Dr. Bowman had ever seen.

Instinctively she shuffled aside, as though making extra room for the stunningly busty woman. She watched her enter the office with a subtle sway to her exceedingly wide hips. Like she had suspected, the short walnut-haired brunette possessed an enormous, deliciously bouncy ass, which perfectly counterbalanced the massive mounds of the woman's magnificent breasts.

Those twinned curves, top and bottom, along with a slim waist in between, gave her new patient a truly spectacular figure. Hourglass didn't even begin to describe its shape; indeed, it was nothing short of a luscious cornucopia of outrageously feminine curves.

Samantha followed the wildly proportioned woman, her warm smile gradually turning into a more mischievous smirk. She again remembered the comedy of errors that was Ms. Hudson's request for an appointment. Putting those crudely phrased sentences next to the woman's ridiculously endowed physique, it was impossible not to begin to harbor certain suspicions...

"Here, have a seat, please," Samantha said. She motioned to a chair opposite to her desk, which Ms. Hudson practically leaped to take.

"Oh! Thank you so much, doctor!" she said, and let out a high-pitched giggle before adding, "Sorry! I'm just so happy that I can talk to someone about my sweet boy! I love him soooo much, but I'm worried that he's getting more, like, uh, you know..."

"Withdrawn," finished the doctor, and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Hudson, that's the impression I got from your assessment."

"Right, withdrawn! That's the word!" Another sultry giggle. "Oh my, you're so smart! Oh, and by the way, please just call me Lexi. It feels so weird to be like, uh, not friendly and casual... Because we should be friends, right?"

"Of course, Lexi," the therapist said with a smile. "How could we not? We both want the same thing for your son: to help him grow into a very healthy and very happy young man."

"Yes! Totally!" Lexi beamed a radiant grin. "Gosh, Dr. Bowman, this is just great! I'm soooo glad that I found you!"

Yup, the therapist thought, no doubt about it. With her massively exaggerated figure, an overly cheerful personality, and her rather unimpressive mental faculties, Alexis Hudson could only be described as a textbook example of a stereotypical bimbo.

Samantha knew the type. Women like Lexi would occasionally show up in her practice, although they'd usually come in the company of an older male relative. Fathers were especially common: they would often become concerned about the busty bodies of their freshly adult daughters, and the attention from horny men that those budding sluts were all-too-eager to accept.

In cases like these, the doctor's role was clear. First, she needed to make the father stop denying that said horny men also included *him*. Once he did that -- and admitted he'd been lusting after his own, stunningly voluptuous daughter -- she would convince the man that the best way to keep his girl's sexual proclivities in check is to fuck her needy pussy himself.

As for the bimbo daughter, she wouldn't need much convincing at all. Between her constant smiles and giggles, she would invariably admit she always had a massive crush on Daddy,

Bimbo mothers, however, weren't nearly as textbook -- or as prevalent. In fact, Samantha couldn't recall the last time she had met one. But while her current patient could easily pass for a young floozy, with flawless skin and impeccably trim figure, the way Ms. Hudson carried her abundant charms left no place for doubts that she was a mature and *very* well-developed woman.

How fascinating, the doctor thought. This could be a very insightful and promising case...

"Well then, let's focus on your son," she suggested, retrieving her pad and clicking a pen into readiness. "As far as I understand, you've been having some trouble enticing him to come out of his shell -- to try and be more sociable, especially towards the opposite sex..."

A light blush came over Lexi's cheeks. She shifted in her chair, which caused the swell of her huge bosom to sorely test the confines of her blouse.

"Uh, yes, doctor, I guess so... Like, I'm not sure about the shell thing, 'cause it's actually more about his room, and that he spends too much time in it," she said, taking a breath before adding, "But like, I'm just really worried he doesn't seem to have a girlfriend yet! He's already eighteen, and that's like pretty late, right?... So, uh, I was trying to remind him that he should get one, and I was, like, all subtle about it and everything, but I don't think it's working! And now I'm even more worried..."

A heavy sigh escaped the woman's lips. Samantha offered her a smile and a nod.

"I see. I'm sure you were doing your very best, but perhaps we should review what you mean by 'reminding' Dylan?" She turned to her screen, looking at the questionnaire that Lexi had filled earlier. "For example, here you said that you've been showing him more of your own body, because that should get him more interested in the female form in general and his schoolmates in particular. Could you explain how exactly were you doing this?"

The blush on Lexi's face deepened by a few shades. Her eyes briefly went down to her upper garment, whose flimsy material continued to strain against her massive breasts. She straightened a few creases and sighed, carefully avoiding the gaze of Samantha, who watched her every nervous move with outward professionalism and inward amusement.

"Well, it wasn't, like, super bold stuff or anything!" Lexi let out a nervous giggle. "But yeah, I tried to pick things that are, like, more shorter and tighter. Sometimes I would even show off a bit of my tummy and navel! You don't think that's bad, right doctor? Gee, I hope it's not..."

Dr. Bowman had to struggle hard not to roll her eyes and laugh. But she managed, and instead gave Ms. Hudson a reassuring smile. "It's completely fine. As a matter of fact, I can only applaud your efforts. You were definitely heading in the right direction, both in terms of your slightly changed attire and also your more affectionate behavior towards Dylan. To experience close contact with an attractive woman, who's also dressed in a tasteful but flattering manner -- yes, it's definitely what your teenage son needs."

There was a period of awkward silence. The therapist allowed it to hang in the air, as she waited for her patient to pick on the obvious cue. It took close to half a minute before Lexi's reaction finally came; it looked like the petite brunette needed all that time to process Samantha's words and realize the doctor hadn't said everything she had intended to say.

"Uhm, doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Why do I think there is a 'but' in there?" she asked, bursting into another fit of giggles. "Okay, not this kind of butt! Not like, you know, the butt that I'm sit--"

"Yes, you're right," the doctor cut in. Her slender fingers became elegantly tangled, as she placed her hands on her desk and regarded Lexi with an authoritative look. The mother went silent; Samantha cleared her throat for emphasis before continuing, "Like I said, Ms. Hudson, I believe that your approach was perfectly sound. You were motivating your son, to go and ask a girl out, by giving him a few glimpses of feminine flesh and lots of motherly affection. And while that is all fine and good, the obvious issue I can see here is that your efforts didn't go nearly far enough."

Lexi blinked. "Not... enough?

"Correct. For one, the outfits you described are not very far off from what you're wearing right now. And to be frank, this is much too modest for the purpose of stimulating a young man like Dylan."

She gasped. "Really? Oh my! Are you sure, doctor?"

"Absolutely. I'm fully convinced that in order to motivate your son more effectively, you'll need to dress in a much less conservative fashion. Here, let me show you something..."

Samantha reached for the strap of her purse, which lay on the floor nearby, and lifted the bag to quickly ruffle through its contents. She found her phone and tapped on it for a minute or two. A broad smile curled her lips, which she subtly wetted with the tip of her tongue.

She placed the device on her desk and nudged it towards Lexi. The petite woman leaned in and immediately let out a loud gasp. The screen showed a tall, shapely young woman, who was standing with a hand on her cocked hips and flashing a sultry smile.

"Oh, wow! Who's... who's that?"

"That's not important. I'm showing you this to give you an idea how high-school girls typically dress these days. And yes, it is far from modest, but whatever you think about it, Lexi, this is what your Dylan already sees at school every single day. I'm sorry to say, but your thin blouse and long pants aren't going to be very exciting to him when compared to, well, something like this..."

Lexi held her breath, staring wide-eyed at the small picture.

The girl's attire was scandalously minimal. It consisted of booty shorts, riding so low they must've struggled to actually cover her butt, and a narrow tube top that wrapped like a band over the ample hills of her breasts. This tight, crimson red top created a lush expanse of tanned cleavage -- and also left plenty of underboob below -- while the black shorts covered maybe five inches of the girl's crotch, completely failing to hide the thin straps of her thong panties.

"Oh dear," said Lexi, chewing her plump bottom lip. "Is this really what all girls at Dylan's school wear?"

"Quite possibly," said Dr. Bowman. "Teenage fashion these days is likely much more revealing than we both think..."

She was speaking in vague terms, because the specifics weren't all that important. Ms. Hudson certainly didn't need to know that the "teenager" she was looking at was actually a 20-something online slut, who was as shameless and promiscuous as they come. The slender floozy had no qualms about baring it all before a large audience, and she regularly produced content that featured her having wild sex and masturbating in front of the camera.

No, what mattered was that the picture illustrated Samantha's point perfectly. The buxom mother hadn't been dressing in a slutty enough manner, and that needed to change -- as soon and as radically as possible.

"Oh dear," Lexi said again. "So, like, if this is how my sweetie sees his schoolmates, then, uh..."

"Then it behooves you to provide him with even stronger incentives," the therapist said, nails emphatically striking the glass on her phone. "Take this photo as an example, or preferably as a starting point, and think how you could highlight your own womanly assets in a similar way..."

The brunette's eyes blinked rapidly. "Sorry, doctor, but I'm not sure what hooves have to do with it...?"

Samantha cleared her throat, covering a burst of laughter she barely managed to suppress. "What I mean is: the clothes you're wearing around your son must become much, much more revealing. Only when you're showing him this much skin, and ideally more, you may hope to motivate him enough to chase after his scantily clad classmates. Am I making sense to you?"

Lexi's breath hitched. "Y-yes, doctor. But this means that, uh..."

"It means very little clothing, Ms. Hudson," Samantha said, smiling. "And the clothes that you do wear should be minimal, form-fitting, more than a little suggestive, and yes, very provocative and sexy. Just imagine that *you* are one of the girls at your son's school, and you have a massive crush on Dylan. How would you make sure he notices you, among all those other sluts who dress in almost nothing? Think about it, Lexi..."

From the mother's throat came a shocked gasp. Her lips pursed, eyes drifting back to that picture with the young vixen in her barely-there nightclub attire. Lexi's body visibly tensed, she stared at the girl intently -- and eventually there was an indistinct sound coming from the woman's mouth, as her chin swept the air in a decisive nod.

"I understand," she said, with a surprisingly firm conviction. "I must do the same thing I was doing but like, more... Yes, doctor, I *will* do it! I'll do anything for my sweet Dylan..."

The smile on Samantha's face grew wider. "Of course you will, Lexi. You're a loving and devoted mother. You're also an extraordinary gorgeous woman. There is no one else in the whole world who could better show Dylan how alluring the female body can be... Yes, I very much believe that if you really put your heart into flaunting your, uhm, considerable feminine charms, then your son will get himself a girlfriend in no time!"

Cheeks flushed at the compliments, Lexi gave another nervous giggle. She nodded again, with the same unyielding resolve, and beamed a bright smile at the busty blonde therapist. "Thank you! This is so great! I'm, like, sooo much less worried now!"

"You're more than welcome," said Samantha. She reached for the business card holder on her desk and handed one to Lexi. "Here, take this. It has a private phone number that's meant only for my patients. Feel free to call it at any time, if you need help or if there are any new, ah, developments. Otherwise, I think this should be all for now...?"

"Yes! Thank you again, doctor! So, so much!" The petite woman practically jumped from her seat. "I can't wait to, like, dress up for my precious boy. It's gonna be so fun!"

Clapping her hands in excitement Lexi all but flied out of Dr. Bowman's office, and the door behind her closed with a grinding click.

In her tall chair Samantha stretched languidly, arms rising above her head and bending at the elbows. The motion lifted her massive bosom, concealed by her thin cashmere turtleneck sweater. She let out an amused chuckle and leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

A grin curled her pouty red lips. Surely, she thought, this wasn't the last time she would hear from the excitable Ms. Hudson...

***

Trying to keep as quiet as possible, Dylan opened the front door and quickly sneaked inside. He slowly peeled off the velcros of his sneakers, doing his best to make the scratching noise as quiet as he could.

But it was no use. Just as he was about to pull at the sixth and final strap, he heard the soft clatter of his mother's flip-flops carry into the hallway. Immediately he stood up, lowering the elastic band of his pants, so that the billowy material would make a little less evident his already budding erection.

"Honey!" flowed in her cheerful voice. "Oooh, I'm so glad you're already home!"

There she came, bouncing and smiling as always. Her long brown hair was braided in cute pigtails, a beautiful smile adorned her lovely face. She paused a few feet away from Dylan and rested her arms on her hips -- her completely exposed arms on her scarcely covered hips.

"M-mom!" he stuttered into a loud cry. "What... W-what are you wearing?!"

The velvety giggle that came back in response sounded almost sultry to the boy's ears. "Why, it's my new summer style! How do you like it, sweetums?"

Jaw dropping completely slack, the shocked teenager could only stare in saucer-eyed bemusement. His mother's 'style', as she put it, consisted exclusively of a neon green, boldly cut, and precariously tied two-piece swimsuit. Judging by the way it strained under her huge breasts, the skimpy ensemble had to be at least one size too small. But it held, if only by some miracle, squeezing the pair of her luscious globes into two massive, rolling hills of perfectly smooth cleavage.

"B-but Mom," her son stammered, "summer is still more than a month or so away..."

She giggled again. "Yes, I know! But this year, I felt like I should start prepping for it sooner. Like, it would be soooo awful if we got caught off-guard by the sun, don't you think?"

Dylan blinked, his mouth still wide open. "Huh..."

"So, I figured that I would, like, get into the summer vibe a little early," she said, shifting her weight and cocking her lush hips. The echo of this subtle motion quickly traveled upwards, reaching her heavy breasts and stirring them into an enticing jiggle. "So, this is why Mommy has decided that from now on she would only wear her small bikinis! I've got, like, soooo many pairs that I didn't get to, uhm, enjoy properly and everything, so I thought: why not just wear them like regular clothes? It makes so much sense, right?"

The boy was at a loss for words. In his pants, the thick shaft of his erection was now fully hard and throbbing. He gasped when Lexi turned around and showed him her huge, delightfully rippling butt. Her amazing ass was clad only in outrageously small bottoms, not much more than a thong, which had wedged itself almost completely into the deep crevice between her cheeks.

"M-mom," he stammered again, "I d-don't, uh..."

"Because, like, bikinis are also clothes, right?" she continued, twisting her neck to look back at Dylan. "They're what I always wear at the beach, which is outside, so that definitely makes them, like, proper clothes and stuff... Yes, I think it's all totally fine. I'll be dressing like this every day from now on, because a bikini is just as good an outfit as anything else!"

While explaining her bizarre logic, the hourglass-shaped beauty was sliding her hands along the wide curve of her hips. As if to test whether this "bikinis are clothes" theory holds water, she pulled at the straps of her scarce bottoms and let it snap against the fleshy globes of her ass.

A giggle escaped her lips, as the thin ropes lashed her thick and meaty buns. She lifted her arms overhead, bending them at the elbows, and as a result the massive mounds of her breasts also went up and drew Dylan's undivided attention.

Amazingly, although Lexi was still facing away from him, those enormous teardrops were actually very visible. Her bust was so big that even when they were lifted and pulled together, her breasts continued to stick out prominently at either side of her narrow torso. Thanks to the bold style of her outfit, the boy could see plenty of luscious tit-flesh peeking slyly out of her top.

Between those copious glimpses of her heavy bosom, as well as her magnificent, almost completely exposed ass, she was treating her son to an incredible display of mouth-watering curves. It was hardly a surprise that the horny teen felt breathless and dizzy, as most of the blood in his body had long since traveled downstairs to his overexcited loins.

The young man wasn't just fully erect now -- he was desperately, almost painfully hard. His voluptuous, half-naked mother had made such an impression on him that he could do nothing else but stare, utterly mesmerized. He watched her every move, every inch of her smoking hot body, as she turned around again and circled back to her original question.

"Uhm, honey, you didn't, like, tell me what you think," she said, thrusting her chest forward. "Do you like Mommy's new style?"

Blinking rapidly, the overwhelmed teen could only choke out, "I... I think... it's g-great..."

"Yay! I'm so happy you like it! Come here, sweetie, give your mom a nice kiss!"

She jumped, huge tits flopping, and skipping to him in a flash she swung her arm over his neck. Before he could react she pulled his head down and rose on her tiptoes, meeting her pouty lips with his still-open and gasping mouth. She gave him a long smooch, holding it for many long seconds, and although the kiss was overall innocent enough, at some point Dylan felt that something wet and playful brushed against his pursed lips.

But the kiss itself wasn't the capstone, sealing the fate of his precariously straining boner. It was the fact that Lexi had grabbed his son's hands and placed them firmly on the lower part of her back. She had turned their affectionate (and a little naughty) kiss into an even more loving embrace, letting the boy touch and feel the skin above her practically naked butt.

Dylan was totally overwhelmed. He could barely think. He was now hugging his gorgeous and unbelievably sexy mother, whose wildly top-heavy body was covered only in a few wisps of fabric. Her huge pillows squashed into his chest, spilling beyond the skimpy green bra, and as she reached up and leaned into their kiss, he could feel through his shirt the sensuous warmth of her nearly fully exposed breasts.

Her skin under his fingers, the softness of her bosom, and the excitement of their lingering kiss... It was all too much for the inexperienced young man. He couldn't control himself: within seconds, he started shooting out a huge load of his cum.

He spurted it copiously, over and over. It took him no time at all to fill his boxer shorts with thick wads of his jizz.

"Mmm, thank you, honey!" Lexi said, as she eventually let go of her son. "This was really nice! Dinner should be in an hour, alright?"

The stupefied boy, who was in fact still coming, only managed to give his mother a vaguely affirmative groan. She giggled at that, but otherwise didn't seem to notice that anything was amiss, as she backed away from him and spun on her feet before leaving. She gave Dylan one last smile and disappeared into the hallway, just as his cock finished blasting its final volleys of seed.

For a moment the boy stood there, dazed and utterly baffled. He was panting hard; his heart raced at twice its usual rate. His eyelids kept fluttering: the image of his smoking hot, half-naked mom still lingered underneath, her heavy bosom in that barely-there top permanently seared into his mind.

He had scarcely registered what she was saying, so captivated he was by her immensely stacked, bikini-clad body. Those few minutes they had talked had been a blur of almost uncontrollable arousal. It was only the feeling of a gooey mess in his underwear that finally snapped the horny lad back to reality.

"Fuck," he whispered, the warm and sticky sensation coating his whole groin.

Swallowing hard, he walked a few awkward steps and carefully peeked into the hallway. He thankfully found that Mom was gone. He heard, coming from the kitchen, the distinct clatter of metal pots and bowls. Holding his breath, a massive tent still somehow pitched in his cum-filled pants, he bolted upstairs and scampered into his bedroom.

Once inside he locked the door immediately. He stripped off all his clothes in a flash and threw them messily on the floor. He jumped onto the bed and lay on his back, and using his own cum as lubricant he began furiously stroking his achingly hard erection.

***

PART 3

Over the next several days, Lexi went above and beyond following Dr. Bowman's sagely advice. She took the example that the therapist gave her -- the photograph of the scantily clad young woman -- and made sure that her home outfits were always much skimpier than even that highly provocative ensemble.

What this meant in practice was exactly what she had told Dylan. From thereon out, the voluptuous mother allowed nothing more than a tiny bikini to (barely) conceal her ridiculously abundant curves.

The massive globes of her breasts were now minimally covered at all times, supported only by the flimsy straps of some small swimsuit bra. As she moved around the house, she was always showing veritable acres of lusciously smooth and jiggling boob-flesh from every side of her huge, perfectly shaped mounds. Some of the tops she wore didn't even offer much support at all, being just two triangles that barely covered anything other than the thick nubs of her nipples.

At the same time, the bottom parts of her colorful sets were never any less revealing. Usually strappy, always riding low on her lush hips, their fronts would never get much bigger than what was needed to hide her neatly trimmed pubes. Between those skimpy panties and the bold bras, the fit bimbo mother would happily flaunt her bare midriff, sleek and toned, and of course that slim and narrow waist which gave the mature woman an outrageously feminine figure.

Adding to that was her big, heart-shaped, deliciously meaty butt, which always rippled and bounced as she walked on her sleekly muscular legs. With her tiny bottoms often resembling g-strings more than anything else, pretty much all of her lower body was constantly on display before the wide eyes of her son. She could feel his gaze following her every move, whenever he was around, such as when she scurried around the kitchen while preparing dinner for her dearest boy.

In short, Lexi's outfits at home were now only the tiniest steps away from complete and total nudity.

And yet, despite her best and most earnest efforts, it didn't look like this approach was having the desired effect on Dylan. As far as she could tell, and much to her worriment, his interest in the opposite sex *still* hadn't translated into making the moves on any girls.

And if anything, he was masturbating even more frequently now.

"Oh, sweetie," she whispered, lingering beside the door to his bedroom. An endless series of breathy grunts and groans streamed from the other side, punctuated by what sounded like long and strained moans.

She sighed. This was all starting to get very concerning again. Dylan seemed to be jerking off just as much as before, prior to his mother stepping up her motivational efforts. And what was worse, it didn't look like such frequent masturbation was merely a side effect of his growing interest in girls.

But could this be? That the nice doctor had been incorrect in her assessment?... Lexi was reluctant to even consider this. She was telling herself Dylan's behavior was perfectly normal, and that she was in fact steering her son in exactly the right direction.

Because so what if he was masturbating? That didn't really mean anything. Maybe he'd been chatting with a girl from school, exchanging messages and pictures, and she happened to send him a raunchy photo that got the teen all excited and horny. Or maybe he was just straight-up sexting with a particularly eager floozy -- as shocking as that would be! -- and so he had to keep up the pace with the young slut who was teasing him with her lewd messages and pics.

But deep down, the mother knew neither explanation was true. It had been more than a week now, since she started this new phase of motivating her teenage son, and there were still no signs of Dylan actually going or planning to go on any dates. Every day after school he would run straight back home, and spend the better parts of afternoon and evening holed up in his bedroom.

His bedroom -- from which there just emanated another loud groan.

Lexi gave deep sigh. No, this was not going very well at all. She decided it was about time to ask for another advice, from the one person that she knew she could turn to.

"Doctor, uh... doctor Samantha Bowman," a familiar voice came through her phone. "This... this is the patient-only line, so if you want to book an appoin--"

"No, no, it's me, doctor!" she chimed in excitedly. "This is Lexi Hudson."

"Ahhhh, yes! Ms. Hudson," Samantha said on a long breath. "I've been wondering the other day, thinking how you and your son are doing. Have you put my advice into action? What was Dylan's reaction?"

Lexi proceeded to outline the problem, explaining the apparent lack of progress. She stressed how she was trying to show off as much as possible, just like the doctor had said. She emphasized how incredibly skimpy her bikinis were, and how little did they cover of her amazing, practically overflowing curves. She also admitted she might've been getting in Dylan's face a little bit, to make sure he really takes in his mother's nearly naked, wildly voluptuous body and gets properly motivated to find himself a girlfriend.

"But it doesn't seem to work, doctor!" she cried, bouncing nervously on her bed. "My sweetie still hasn't gone on a single date! All he does is stay in his bedroom, and... and he makes those noises! Like he's just masturbating, instead of, you know, talking to girls from school..."

Lexi exhaled, waiting and listening for Dr. Bowman's response. Curiously, as she did so, there seemed to be much of the same noises coming through the speaker that she'd heard next to her son's bedroom. The breaths were more ragged, though, and the grunts lower and more strained, while the moans dragged on for much longer, and to a much higher and more feminine pitch.

"Doctor...?"

For a few more seconds, there still was no response. Samantha's voice then came in, halting and a little bit wheezy.

"Ah, sorry about that," she said. "I've been, uhm, consulting my notes about your case... So, if I understand correctly, it would seem that your son is actually, ah... actually very receptive to your efforts. He is clearly responding to the those, uhm, new and more motivating stimuli that you're giving him, and your new style -- great idea there, by the way -- is having, ahhh... having a definite impression on him."

Lexi considered the therapist's words for a minute. Something didn't seem quite right. Surely, if what she was doing was having an effect, then shouldn't Dylan be going out more now, and actually dating girls, rather than always staying in his bedroom?

"But doctor," she voiced her doubts, "are you sure this is... I mean, is this the *right* kind of impression?"

"Oh, I'm absolutely certain, Ms. Hudson," said Samantha, her voice steadier. "Based on what you just said, it's obvious to me that your son's appreciation for the female form has only grown over the last few days. I very much suspect this is basically all he can think of. His motivation must be through the roof!"

"Really? You think so? But..."

"I just know it!" Samantha said, and chuckled. "And like I said, the bikinis were a really great idea and you've done an incredible job with them so far."

Lexi couldn't help but smile at such heartfelt validation. She slipped out a coy giggle. "Oh, thank you, doctor! I've been trying my best for my beloved Dylan!"

"I'm sure you have. This saying, I do believe that some of your current concerns are warranted," said the therapist, immediately capturing the mother's full attention. "Specifically, it is the fact your son appears to be very sensitive to feminine charms while possessing an above-average sex drive. This is a double-edged sword. While he is certainly motivated to get himself a girlfriend, especially now, his natural urges and needs present him with an almost insurmountable challenge..."

"Oh no!" Lexi let out. "That can't be good, right? I want to think my tiger can insure and mount any challenge!"

There was choking sound on the other end before Samantha replied, "Why yes, that'd be ideal. However, as long as your son has to fight battles with his teenage libido, then I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult for him, perhaps even embarrassing, to try and pair up with a girl."

"Oh dear... My poor boy! What do we do, doctor? What *can* we do?" asked the concerned mother. "Maybe I should start covering up more, so that --"

"No, no, absolutely not! Ms. Hudson, don't even think about it," the therapist said categorically. "It is imperative that you continue motivating Dylan, now perhaps more than ever, by wearing only the smallest and most revealing garments whenever there is a chance your son might see you. This part must *not* change! Do you understand?"

Taken aback, the scantily clad woman let out a loud gasp. She nodded, rather sheepishly; then nodded again, this time with more confidence; and eventually, she realized Samantha couldn't actually hear her nodding and said, "Y-yes, doctor, I do. But what about --"

"Now, when it comes to this other issue," Dr. Bowman cut in, "and by that I mean Dylan's surpassing physical needs... Ms. Hudson, I'm afraid it is no longer feasible for your son to rely on masturbation alone. It's simply not effective enough. If he is to keep his urges in check, while maintaining the same high level of motivation for finding himself a girlfriend, then he'll require a different kind of stimulation."

"A... different kind?"

"Correct," the doctor said keenly. "It's the kind of stimulation that his own hands will never be able to provide. He must experience deep and abiding sense of relief, every single day, and he's only going to achieve it if his needs are well taken care of -- by someone other than him."

It took a minute for Lexi to fully grasp the meaning of Samantha's words. As she did, her eyes grew wide in shock.

"B-but Dr. Bowman... Doesn't this mean my sweetie needs a girlfriend first, so that she can r-relieve him, and only then he can go and, uh, get himself a girlfriend... which he already has?" the mother tried to explain her doubts, already feeling a growing headache from how complex it all was. "Gosh, I don't even know if I got this right... But if I did, then doesn't it all sound like -- uh, what do you call it? A vision of circus?"

After a momentary pause, a chuckle came from the doctor's side. "Well, no, not necessarily, Ms. Hudson. Let me explain, because there is actually a very simple solution..."

***

Dylan was at his wits' end. He really felt like was going crazy, all thanks to his beautiful mother. And worse, she seemed completely unaware just how much she was tormenting him, day after day, with her amazingly voluptuous and carelessly exposed body.

The only way he could cope with it was to constantly torment his hard cock in return.

"Ah, ah, ah," he stuttered in breathy gasps. "Oh fuck... Oh yeah..."

Right now, the horny teen was in the middle of another jerk-off session. He lay on the bed as usual, his naked body already caked with three loads he had wrung from his overactive penis. Even so, the tireless organ showed no signs of faltering. His head was full of salacious images of his practically nude mother, replaying the scandalous ways in which her abundant curves swayed and jiggled in those barely-there, borderline illegal swimsuits.

Needless to say, Dylan was obsessed. He masturbated constantly, every chance he got, spending practically all his time jacking his persistently erect boner. Even at school he would always think about his smoking hot mom, and in his mind he would often put her in place of whichever female teacher he was pretending to listen to. He would imagine her lecturing the class instead, dressed in nothing but high heels and a tiny blue bikini, and her spectacular, heavy boobs constantly threatening to spill out of her scandalously inadequate top.

He spent most periods like this: daydreaming about his incredibly sexy mother. It was truly a small miracle it hadn't gotten him in any trouble, as each such period would leave him with a throbbing erection that he then had to relieve in the school bathroom.

"Ahhhh!" he groaned, cum spewing from his angrily pulsing cock. He was coming once again, for the fourth time since he came back from school, and the pleasure slamming through his mind felt as intense as ever. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Yeeeeah!"

He continued to stroke furiously, letting out many grunts and gasps, as he spurted gobs of thick semen all over his young body. It took him close to a minute to discharge all the seed lingering in his prolific gonads, after which he fell back on the mattress and panted heavily from the rush and the effort.

"Honey! Dinner's ready!" his mom's voice came shouting from downstairs. "Come on, sweetie! It's gonna get cold!"

Startled, he scrambled to the bathroom and showered away the copious fluids in record time. He was fully dressed a few minutes later, stepping anxiously into the dining room, as he hoped and prayed that his gorgeously busty mother would at least still be covered by her favorite, flowery apron.

What he found instead was that she had discarded more than just the apron...

"M-mom?!" he blurted. "You... you've changed?"

Indeed she had, from the strappy red bikini she was wearing when she greeted him at the door. That was about an hour ago, and the few glimpses he had stolen provided him with more than enough masturbation fodder to inspire a full hour of frantic stroking and several voluminous loads.

And yet, unbelievably, her current outfit was even *more* outrageous and revealing.

"Yes!" she beamed, impossible curves bouncing in visible excitement. "What do you think? It's not exactly a bikini, but I figured today would be a good day to try it..."

She was right. Technically, it wasn't a bikini. It really wasn't much of anything at all.

The whole "outfit" -- and that was a generous term indeed -- consisted of three microscopic patches of fabric, just barely enough to cover her nipples and pussy. Looking closely, one could see that they were held together by a triangle of hair-thin wires stretching across her essentially naked body; but even from the distance of just a few short feet, Dylan could only make those out because he had reflexively squinted at the obscene sight of his lewdly exposed mother.

"Wha-what i-is --"

"Well, it's a *slingshot* bikini!" she said cheerfully, and giggled. "It's like, super small, because it's all about showing as much skin as possible! I heard it's going to be all nice and sunny now, so yesterday I went to the mall and bought myself a few pieces like this. Pretty cool, huh? I want to get a *really* nice tan this summer, so as long as there is this nice sun outside, I think I'll only be wearing these..."

Dylan let out a shocked gasp. "M-mom, b-but... y-you..."

She giggled again. "I know, I know! It isn't like, super obvious that this is still clothes, right? But look, all my naughty bits are covered, and of course I'll be wearing this outside, on the patio! So, it's all good. Mommy can wear these things just fine. And she's got like four or five spares, so she can work on her tan every single day. Isn't this great?"

Dylan didn't answer. The stunned teenager could barely cough out a word. He just stared at her blankly, a stuttering gasp stumbling through his slack jaw, and using the last shreds of his will to keep his eyes somewhere above her neck.

He succeeded in that for about two whole seconds. His mother's huge breasts, fully exposed from every side at once, beckoned him irresistibly with their lush teardrop shape. With no support whatsoever, they were completely free to sway and jiggle; indeed, even something as small as his mom's breathing was causing the round globes to stir with alluring vibrations.

He swallowed. This was crazy. He could really see *everything*: how high they rode on her chest, or how little they sagged; or how amazingly soft and luscious those massive pillows looked... Dylan had barely even began taking in the rest of her womanly body -- which was essentially fully nude -- and he was already sporting a painful, throbbing erection that tented the crotch of his pants.

"I-I... M-mom... Th-this... Uh... I... I mean..."

"Dylan?" she asked, cocking her head in a gesture of concern. "What's the matter, sweetie?"

"I... Uhm... I n-need to... I need to go... to the b-bathroom..."

"But honey! Dinner's ready. Why don't you eat first, and --"

"N-no, Mom," he stuttered in. "Please, uh, it's... it's urgent..."

She straightened her neck, pausing for a moment. She shifted her weight, as though leaning for a closer look at her son. Dylan's eyes were half-closed, and yet the way this subtle movement had shaken her massive boobs could not escape his attention.

Her eyes met -- and then she dropped her gaze and fixed it right under the boy's waist. Eyes going wide, she opened her mouth and her teeth lightly brushed her puffy bottom lip.

"Honey, do you need to, uhm... take care of things? Down there?"

He blinked a few times, letting another audible gasp. His cheeks grew hot, as he reflexively glanced at his pants. Instantly he turned around, to hide both his obvious embarrassment and the massive tent he had pitched.

"Uhhh," he groaned, wanting nothing more than to scurry. "I'll, uhm, I'll be back..."

"Dylan! Please don't go!" his mother pleaded. "Don't leave me like this, honey, I barely see you anyway! You're always, like, in your bedroom and stuff, and I know it's because you have to take care of your thing a lot, so please --"

Her admission jolted Dylan to attention. "Mom!" he cried. "Stop it! I can't... Uh, I mean, we shouldn't be talking about this..."

"Why not? Sweetie, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Please, turn around at least...?"

Reluctantly he obeyed, sighing deeply, as he slowly and awkwardly rotated his lean body. When the offending area of his pants came into view, he quickly tried to cover it with both hands, but he wasn't quite successful, given the size of his bulge. After a meaningful glance from his mom, who shook her head as if to say he was being silly, he eventually gave up and let her see his straining (albeit clothed) erection.

She looked at it again. For a moment, the gentle heaving of her massive chest ceased. She raised her eyebrows, hands resting on her bare, lusciously wide hips, and gave her teenage son a warm yet quirky smile.

"See, honey? It's not a big deal. Okay, maybe it is quite big, but not in the --"

"MOM!"

She giggled. "Sorry, tiger! What I mean is, like, you don't have to try and hide it from me. I'm happy you're growing into such a healthy and strong boy, and I know that this, uhm, this thing of yours is only getting hard as, like, a compliment..."

He blinked in confusion. "Huh? What, uh, what do you --"

"Oh, you know!" She slipped another giggle, the taut strings shifting across her almost naked body. "It means that you appreciate Mommy's female form. and that can only be a good thing, right? So yes, honey, you shouldn't feel embarrassed about it. And Mommy also thinks that you shouldn't hide it from her, because..."

Dylan's mom trailed off there. Her eyes once again drifted to the massive bulge in his pants. He waited for a few moments, struggling to ignore the distracting presence of her smoking hot and practically naked mother, as he tried to understand what she had said to him about --

Wait! Female form? Did she really say that? And does this mean that... that she knows he'd been jerking off like mad specifically to *her*?

"Mom...?"

A soft gasp came through of her lips. "Oh! Sorry, I just lost a train of thought. What was I saying?"

"That I shouldn't hide, uh... Well, you know..."

"Oh, right!" She beamed a radiant smile. "Yes, you shouldn't hide your thing from Mommy, because how else can she help you with it? Come on, sweetie! Show it to me! Please?"

Again blinking in disbelief, Dylan stuttered, "Sh-show you...?"

"Yes, honey. If you take off your pants and show it to me, then Mommy can help you take care of it and you won't have to do it yourself," she suggested, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "And wouldn't that be, like, so much better? What do you think?"

The slack-jawed teenager felt like something had just scrambled his brain. Otherwise, how on earth could he ever explain this? There stood his gorgeous, magnificently busty mother, wearing so little that she appeared essentially naked, and she was telling him that she could "take care" of his "thing" -- in other words, do something about his raging erection.

Surely he must be dreaming. Surely this couldn't be happening for real. And yet, his stunningly sexy mother was still standing there, gaze fixed onto his straining hard-on, and with that some odd smile lighting up her beautiful face.

"Dylan...?" she asked, then giggled again. "Don't look at me like that, you'll catch flies!"

This finally knocked him out of his stupor. Clearing his throat and feeling his cheeks burn with a deep shade of crimson, the flabbergasted boy slowly managed to cough out, "So, uh, Mom... You... you really want me to... take off my pants?"

"Pants and boxers, honey," she said. "And then, like... sit on the couch I guess?"

In his state of confusion and incredulity, it took Dylan a good few seconds to find the large TV couch that was plainly visible across the doorway leading to the living room. He staggered there, hearing his mom's soft steps under his thundering heartbeat as she followed him directly behind.

Once there, his trembling hands reached for the elastic band of his pants. He swallowed hard, then yanked the pants down and let them drop on the carpeted floor. Moments later he also dropped, falling heavily on the cushy leather sofa, as though the physical effort of walking less than ten paces had exhausted him like a marathon run.

But even if it really did, there was one part of Dylan that remained absolutely tireless.

"Oh my gosh! Sweetie, it's... it's so hard!" she marveled, though her voice was tinged with concern. "Oh, you poor thing... But don't worry now, Mommy will make it all better!"

The boy's cock stood proudly erect, thick and pulsing with intense need. He was staring at it, as he desperately avoided eye contact with Mom, in fear that one wrong look or move will dispel this incredible dream that for some reason felt to him fully real. He saw, past the angry red shaft, that her smooth, bare legs were taking small steps towards him; and then his breath hitched, as her lovely face suddenly came into view.

He gasped. His mother had just -- had just dropped to her knees?... Yes, she was actually scooting on her knees now, huge breasts bouncing and jiggling. She was getting closer to him and his massive erection, and her dainty hands were reaching for it, and...

"So, uhm... May I?" she asked, fingers maybe two inches away from his manhood. "Dylan?"

He stammered, "Y-yes..."

Immediately he let out a groan. The initial sensation was breathtaking. Two delicate hands wrapped themselves around his rock-hard member, warm and gentle, squeezing his turgid shaft and massaging it with tenderness and care.

"Is this okay, baby?" she asked sweetly. "Am I doing it right?"

He couldn't believe it even now. It was just too outrageous. He could see her happy smile, and feel all those sensations that emanated from his lovingly pleasured penis, but it still seemed too utterly preposterous that it was really his own mom...

"Y-yes," he croaked. "It's... it's incredible..."

And yet, it was no dream -- she *was* actually doing it. She was touching and stroking his teenage hard-on. Somehow, his beautiful and unbelievably voluptuous mother, barely dressed in an obscene outfit, was kneeling between his legs and giving him an amazing handjob. Excitement surged through him, wringing plaintive gasps from his straining throat, as he savored this exquisite, forbidden pleasure and tried not to get overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her electric touch.

"Ahhh," he groaned. "Mom, I..."

Dylan wanted this moment to last forever. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. But sadly, in his precarious state of high-strung arousal, there was no way the horny boy could last more than a few seconds.

"Still good?" his mom asked, her voice gaining a playful tone. "Maybe you need me to go faster? Remember, honey, this is all about helping you, like, relieve the pres--"

"No!" he cried."No, Mom, don't! I'm... I'm actually gonna... AAAAAAHHHH!"

That was it. That was all the warning he had managed to give.

With a roaring cry, the overexcited teen came, and came hard. He shot blast after massive blast, over and over, spewing great wads of semen from the swollen head of his twitching manhood. He unloaded repeatedly, in more than a dozen large spurts; his recent jerk-off session had clearly been insufficient to fully drain his prolific gonads.

He experienced an intensely powerful orgasm, much more pleasurable than what his own hands could bring. It held him in its throes for a good long minute, groaning and cringing in bliss; and at the same time, as he erupted again and again, his tightly shut eyes kept him oblivious as to where all his prodigious seed was going.

It was only at the end of his climax, when Dylan's body shook for the last time, that the blissfully content teenager saw the outcome of his impressive discharge.

"M-mom...?"

He saw it, and also felt it: a warm, wet sensation, which had enveloped the head of his manhood.

"Wha' up, 'wee'e?" spoke his mother, mouth still clogged by the wide girth of his cock. She popped it out of her mouth and giggled. "Sorry, slugger! I had to, like, try and catch your stuff somehow, or else you'd get me totally covered! Look!"

Still more than a little dizzy, Dylan blinked a few times and focused his eyes on where his mom was pointing. It took him several seconds to properly appreciate the pornographic sight. But when he did, all he could do was to let out an utterly shocked gasp.

She was showing him her ridiculous, navel-deep cleavage -- beginning from her slender neck, youthful and taut, and then down through a wide expanse of smooth skin to the massive globes of her lewdly exposed breasts. All of it, this entire stretch of her body, was now thoroughly covered in the pearly streaks of his cum. It caked the tops of her luscious bosom, oozing slowly across the vast mounds of its flesh, and every now and again a stray drop would fall off from the hard nubs of her barely concealed nipples.

"Oh my god!" cried Dylan, distraught at what he'd just done to his mother. "Mom, I'm... I'm so --"

"Shhh, honey! It's alright," she hushed him. "You clearly needed this -- you came so, soooo much! -- and Mommy doesn't mind that you got some of your yummy stuff on her. It's pretty much all on my skin anyway, so I guess it's good that I'm not wearing very much today, right?"

She smiled at him warmly, clearly unconcerned, before leaning forward and once again putting her mouth around his cock. The bemused boy could only groan, as she slurped the final drops of cum from his penis and straightened up, giving it a strange look.

"Hmm..."

"Wha... what...?" her son breathed, now completely lost in wonder.

"It's not getting any smaller," his mother said, as she studied his continuing boner. "Yes, it looks like you're still hard, sweetie. Which means I need to help you again, but..."

He deeply exhaled. "But, uh... but what?"

"Uhm, I was just thinking," she spoke, a little sheepishly, biting her lip as she added, "Well, I mean... Since I've got a lot of your stuff on me -- would you like it if I used my breasts instead? You know, to help you with your, uhm, with your thing..."

Dylan's jaw dislodged itself again. He didn't even try to understand. He just nodded, head hanging over the back of the couch, and braced himself for his mother's second attempt to pacify his persistent erection.

It came soon enough: warm, gooey, sliding smoothly along his entire hard length. He felt it as a moist embrace, which brought to him a dizzying array of exquisite sensations. From every side and at every inch, it enveloped his cock with luxurious warmth and friction; and as his rigid shaft sank into the lush and pleasant softness, it wrought a strained moan from the boy's hoarse throat.

"Uhhh..."

Sitting up with effort, he came face to face with his gorgeous mother. She was giving him a mischievous smile, cute and sultry, as she leaned further into her son's erect pole. Its throbbing girth was cradled between her enormous pillows, the heavy mounds coated in his copious seed, and she was holding and squeezing them together to form a deep valley in which his manhood could glide.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Dylan's mother asked him. "Mmm, yes, better than your own hands for sure. See, honey, you don't have to, like, stay locked up in your room all the time. Why would you, when you could just hang out with Mommy instead? Oh, and if you feel like your thing starts to get big and hard again -- well, that's what she's here for, right? Anytime you need it, sweetie..."

The only reply he could muster was a loud and breathy groan. The bulbous head of his cock disappeared between his mother's huge jugs, before popping out of her canyon of white cleavage and brushing against her cute angled chin. Once more Dylan threw his head back, panting heavily and staring at the ceiling, and listened to his mother's coos and purrs while her massive, cum-glazed breasts massaged every inch of his fiercely erect shaft.

Back in the dining room, the food had long since gone cold. But at this point, it didn't seem like either of them cared.

***

PART 4

Directly because of the memorable dinner-time incident, things in the Hudsons' household had quickly and irreversibly changed. For the horny young man, who was totally enraptured with his mother's sensational body, this new state of affairs was practically the fulfillment of his wildest erotic dreams.

Just like she had told her son, Lexi became incredibly helpful when it came to dealing with Dylan's nearly constant erections. She remained available to him at all times, always ready to relieve the hardness and pressure that continually built in his exceedingly prolific genitals.

She was very diligent at this, too. Each time she set out to bring her boy relief, she would always made sure his balls are left completely drained, at least for the time being. No matter how many ejaculations this would require -- two, sometimes three, and occasionally as many as four -- she would dutifully stimulate her son's large penis, time and time again, until he expelled all the lingering seed from his overproductive gonads and his stubborn rod finally became soft.

It was by no means a small task. Indeed, Lexi had to put a lot of effort into coaxing those repeated loads from Dylan's persistently hard manhood. The hormone-filled teen needed her "help", as she called it, multiple times a day; and especially right after school, when his overactive balls had had hours to replenish their contents and needed to be emptied several times. As a result, the caring mother would find herself on her knees for a good chunk of every evening, as she serviced her son's manhood to get it to spray another large load of semen.

All of this was, of course, in accordance with Dr. Bowman's instructions. Lexi were to provide her son with a deep and abiding sense of relief, every single day, by using her voluptuous womanly assets to bring him to many a spurting orgasm. The tools she were to use in this endeavor included her hands, her mouth, and naturally her amazing breasts; and she was supposed to "accept" all the seed that his penis would eject, either in her mouth or onto her skin and body, to signal to him that his ejaculations are all very welcome and to further deepen his feelings of profound peace and relief.

The curvaceous mother did everything exactly as advised. Within days, it became a crucial and inextricable part of her daily routine. Seeing how often he needed her assistance, Lexi simply couldn't imagine not spending a significant portion of her day glued to her son's impressively potent penis.

As for the owner thereof, at first Dylan could scarcely believe his luck. The first few times he asked his mother for "help", as she would call it, he would do so hesitantly and with a lot of nervous stuttering. But her eagerness to please had quickly emboldened the tall teen, and it wasn't long before all he would do to get his cock serviced was simply to approach her and drop his pants -- or indeed, to come to her with his pants discarded already.

In less than a week, he stopped wearing them altogether.

"Oh yeah, Mom... Just like that," he said, in between grunts, as he stroked his mother's head which was once again bobbing between his legs. "Suck my cock, nice and slow... Damn, this is amazing..."

Scenes like this were now commonplace in their household. Naked from the waist down, and increasingly from the waist up as well, Dylan would relax on the couch after a long and (literally) hard day at school. He would spread his legs reflexively, even if he didn't feel a particularly strong need, as he immersed himself in a console game or some internet video he would play on the TV.

Regardless of whether those were in any way sexy, it wouldn't be long before the horny young man would end up with another raging erection. At that point he would shout over to his mom, who would come to his aid immediately, and with a playful smile on her face she would drop to her knees and crawl towards his jutting boner.

From thereon out, it would be Lexi's point of pride to distract Dylan from whatever else he was doing. She would always succeed, too -- often simply by appearing in the doorway and grabbing her son's attention to her immensely stacked, stunningly curvaceous figure. She continued to wear nothing but those scandalous tanning suits, rain or shine, so it never took her son more than a short glance to become totally captivated by her incredibly busty and practically nude body.

It shouldn't be surprising that, thanks to this new arrangement, the boy and his mother now spent more time together than ever before. Dylan saw no reason to hide in his bedroom anymore, or to resist looking at his gorgeous, scantily clad mom. He would often hang out with her in the kitchen, ever watchful of the half-naked hottie, who moved gracefully between marble countertops as she put the finishing touches on their dinner.

But Dylan's cock would definitely not *hang* -- not while he followed the seductive motion of his mom's huge, rippling, and completely exposed ass. He would instead get fully hard and throbbing, even if she had blown him less than half an hour prior. And he would tease her, putting on a broad grin, while he shamelessly masturbated to his own, smoking hot mom.

"Oh no! Sweetie, you shouldn't do this yourself!" he would chastise him. "Please, just wait a minute, okay? I'll help you as soon as I can!"

She would then race to finish the slicing and dicing of vegetables, or whatever it was that had bent her over the counter. She would quickly put the food in the oven, or place it simmering on the stove, before she skipped eagerly to Dylan and to his furiously erect cock. Squatting in front of his manhood, she would instantly swallow it whole; and she would marvel how hard and big it was, and how potent and virile, and how quickly it always regained its full rigidity despite her earnest and very intense efforts.

Such constant readiness, in the woman's uniquely keen mind, could only mean one thing. Her son's appreciation for the female form had become practically limitless -- and so must have his motivation to chase after the opposite sex. Without a shadow of a doubt it was clear to Lexi that her beloved son would find himself a girlfriend in no time.

"AHHH! Oh yeah, Mom, I'm coming now!"

But until that happened, the dutiful mother would follow the doctor's sagely advice to the letter -- day after day, load after voluminous load.

***

After a long day in her clinical practice, Samantha Bowman was finally in her favorite position. With hands and knees on the soaked mattress, and of course without a stitch of clothing, the busty nympho was pushing back with her plump ass to take in all those countless, rock-hard inches of the most amazing cock she had ever had.

Behind her was a young stud, tall and massive, his colossal body built from nothing but raw muscle. He was fucking her hard, over and over, railing her tight pussy with the full length of his enormous schlong. The naked blonde was moaning and gasping for air, fully at the hunk's mercy, as yet another orgasm tore through her voluptuous body and made her squirt copious juices onto the sodden white sheets.

"OOOOH! Oh fuck, yes! You're making me... cum... agaaaaaain!"

"Gonna cum, too," grunted the huge stallion, seemingly unfazed by his lover's climax. He gripped her wide hips harder and thrust himself to the hilt. His massive, heavy balls slapped the thighs of the slutty doctor, at times swinging up to reach and graze her throbbing clit. Moments later, and with a mighty roar, he spewed an unending deluge of semen, filling Sam's pussy several times over as she continued to cry and moan in bliss.

"Mmm, that was great," she told him afterwards. "You never disappoint me, brother..."

A smirk on his handsome face, the muscular giant loomed over the well-fucked woman. The massive cock in his hand, still fiercely erect, he was now presenting to her again. She could see it was both a lavish offering to accept, and also a demanding challenge to overcome.

"Again," he said. "Spread your legs, sis."

A shiver run through her body. She absolutely loved how potent and virile her younger brother was. Ever since the beefy hunk moved in with Samantha, she had spent every afternoon and evening getting savagely railed by his tireless, eleven-inch ramrod. He was one of the precious few men who could match the doctor's nearly insatiable sex drive, and so the curvaceous blonde spared no effort enticing him to fuck her repeatedly, day after day.

"Oh, Greg," she moaned, hand dipping into her cum-filled pussy, "I'd love to take you again! But look, you filled me up so much already..."

"So?" He cupped one of his apple-sized nuts. "I still got plenty more where that came from!"

She giggled. "I know! And I don't wanna waste a single drop." She brought a big scoop of her brother's seed and put it in her mouth. "Mmm, so tasty... I wanna eat all of your delicious cum! So, brother, how about this? You let me finish this tasty snack, instead of fucking me again and just splashing it everywhere, and I will take your giant cock and get you off with my tits! How does it sound, stud?"

A huge grin appeared on the man's face. "Now we're talking!"

There was a bit of shuffling, as he and Samantha moved around the bed. Her brother sat at the edge, spreading his trunk-like legs, and leaned back with a smirk as he awaited the promised titfuck. Meanwhile the wanton doctor took the kneeling position on the carpet, her hand plugging the copious load that would otherwise leak out of her thoroughly flooded pussy.

She licked her lips. Greg's menacing boner, still coated in their combined juices, rested comfortably in the deep crevice between her massive, teardrop-shaped breasts. She smiled; she would give her brother's cock a truly exquisite treatment -- and at the same time, she would feast on the deluge of dense semen he had just deposited inside her overflowing snatch.

But then, as she was about to squeeze her bosomy pillows with her elbows, she suddenly had an inkling about one of her recent (and very promising) patients. She thought, not without amusement, that perhaps this patient was currently in a similar position to hers. Yet she didn't know for certain, because she hadn't heard from them in several weeks.

She figured it would be a good idea to check how they were doing -- and that now was as good a time for this as any.

"Uhm," Samantha told her brother, "wait just a second, okay?"

She quickly scooted to grab her phone from the nightstand. Much to her brother's bemusement, who watched her thumb and smudge the device with her gooey fingers, she somehow managed to dial a number from the contact list before awkwardly resting the phone on her shoulder.

"Huh?" he scoffed. "The hell you're doing, slut? Get those jugs back on my dick!"

She chuckled. "Shhh! I got this. Just relax..."

Before her brother could scold her again, the agile doctor was already back on her knees in front of his enormous hard-on. She deftly wrapped her tits around it, placing the long shaft in the valley of her humongous cleavage, and began rubbing her cushy pillows up and down the turgid pillar of his thick, rock-hard manhood.

As she was doing that, the talented slut would constantly switch the position of her hands. One was always on her flooded pussy, keeping in all of Greg's precious load; while the other she would put in her mouth, and slurp as much of his tasty seed as she could.

It was quite an acrobatic stance, yet Samantha was confident in her ability to multitask. Besides, it wouldn't be first time she would talk to a patient whilst engaged in an afternoon session of sex with her brother.

"Hello?" she soon heard in her ear.

"Ms. Hudson! Mmm, yes, it's great to hear your voice," she purred, licking her fingers clean. "This is Dr. Bowman. I'm calling because I haven't heard from you in a while. I wanted to check how everything is going with you and Dylan."

"Oh!" came a yip in response. "Yes, doctor, I... Uh, I mean, like, we're doing good..."

"Did you have any issues implementing my most recent suggestions?"

While waiting for an answer, the blonde slut swallowed another handful of her brother's semen. She really couldn't get enough of the hunk's thick, tasty, incredibly potent cum.

"Uhm, no, like, I guess not?" Ms. Hudson said, hesitating. "Okay, maybe there was one... I had to, like, go to a store with the home stuff -- you know, the bed, the bad, and the bee-yard, or however it's called -- and I had to buy a few small rugs, so that I could put them in the kitchen, the dining room, and like, the laundry..."

"Rugs?"

She giggled. "Yes! It's because my knees start to hurt a bit when I have to kneel on the floor to, like, relieve my sweetie. And he needs it sooooo often, which means I'm in that position a lot! Like, right now, for example..."

Hearing this, Samantha couldn't resist a smile. "So, you're currently pleasuring your son's penis?"

"Yes, doctor," the patient admitted. "Okay, I'm not like, on my knees right now, because I'm kind of sitting on the floor, next to the couch, because I figured he shouldn't hear us talk -- right?" Samantha reflexively nodded, amused at this unusual display of intellect. "But I have my hand up, and I'm using it on his... on his thing..." There was an audible gulp. "Oh, and it's very hard, too! I think it won't be long now before, like, you know..."

"Before he ejaculates a large quantity of semen and thus achieves the relief that he sorely needs," said the naked therapist, as she put another handful of cum in her mouth. "Mmm, yes, that's very good indeed... But I wonder: have you been using other parts of your body as well? Not only your hands?"

The mother quietly cleared her throat. "Uhm, yes. I've been using, like, my mouth and my breasts. Actually both, now that I think of it, because Dylan's thing is, like, very big, so it peeks out, you know?" She slipped another giggle.

"I understand. And I commend you on being so creative. I imagine that thanks to your earnest efforts, your son doesn't need to masturbate so much anymore?"

"Yes!... I mean -- no?... Yes? No? Uhm..." The voice on the other end sounded confused. "Well, in any case, what I'm saying is that Dylan is *totally* getting all the relief he needs -- and that's like, the most important thing, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Samantha said, squeezing her huge jugs with both hands. Greg's erection twitched and throbbed; she knew it wouldn't be long before he'd bless her with another deluge of semen. She had to wrap this up quickly. "So, given what you just told me, I surmise that your son is having rather more success with the opposite sex?"

There was a period of silence on the line, after which Ms. Hudson seemed confused again. "Oh, like, I don't know what's this stuff about insuring mice, but I'm still showing off my body to better motivate my sweetie. Is this what you mean, doctor?"

"Not quite," said Dr. Bowman, while she trailed her huge bosom along her brother's humongous cock. "I mean yes, you should still follow all my recommendations. But I'm just wondering if Dylan is finally succeeding in finding himself a girlfriend..."

There was an even longer stretch of silence -- so long, in fact, that Samantha had to check whether the phone call didn't drop. She heard another voice then, a manly timbre, which was nagging Mom and asking her why did she stop. It was immediately followed by Ms. Hudson's hasty apology, and followed again by a noisy scramble that was the woman's return to the phone call.

"Ah, sorry, Dr. Bowman, I had to tell my tiger everything's okay," said the dutiful mother. "But, uhm, honestly, now that you're asking... I don't think Dylan has a girlfriend yet. I mean, I'm pretty sure he doesn't...?" There was a sudden pause, after which came a sharp intake of air. "Oh no! This is bad, right? I should, like, motivate him more! Much more! But how? What else can I do? Gosh, doctor, I just... I just don't know..."

A broad smirk appeared on Samantha's face. "Please, Ms. Hudson, there is no need to worry," she said, in a calm and professional tone. "Based on my extensive experience, I have no reason to expect that the situation would turn into a major concern. But I do believe that this warrants... well, let's call it a little more systematic approach. Would it be possible for you and Dylan to come to my office? This Friday, perhaps?"

In response she heard a surprised gasp. "Dylan, too? Doctor, a-are you sure that this is --"

"Yes, Ms. Hudson. I would like to talk to your son as well. While I harbor no doubts that you've been following my advice more than adequately, it is important that I hear your son's perspective on the recent, ah, developments..."

Samantha figured she would let her patient mull over this request for as long as necessary. In the meantime, she focused all her attention on stimulating her brother's wildly pulsating cock.

The mammoth hard-on was twitching between her large breasts, rock-hard and massive, while its musclebound owner grunted and groaned in pleasure. He was close: the experienced nympho knew she had to proceed carefully in order to prolong for him this lavish experience of getting his cock smothered by her enormous tits. She wanted it to last as long as possible, and thus provide her hunky brother with the kind of amazing titfuck that no other slut could ever hope to give.

To this end, she actually stopped rubbing her breasts around his straining boner. Instead she swallowed its broad mushroom head, and immediately started working it with every muscle in her dexterous tongue. She slurped up the abundant pre-cum, which at this point had completely coated the vast hills of her bulging cleavage, and then continued to gently suck on the wide shaft, with no hurry whatsoever, modulating her approach based on the intensity and even the pitch of the stud's breathy, practically desperate moans.

"Fuck, sis," he gasped, "you're... the best..."

She grinned, the cock popping out of her mouth, and said, "Everything for my cute brother!" then quickly resumed her lewd ministrations by putting it back between her plump lips.

"Uhm... hello?"

Eventually, though, as she continued to blow and titfuck the young stallion, she heard the uncertain voice of her current patient. Disappointed that Ms. Hudson took less time than she thought she'd need, Samantha decided to alter the treatment of Greg's throbbing manhood. She still kept it between her breasts, of course, and would give its head an occasional lick, but all she did to stimulate it otherwise was to press the deep valley of her bountiful chest into the underside of his humongous rod.

She could tell that her virile brother teetered on the brink of orgasm. It was taking all her skill just to keep his groans low enough not to bleed through the phone's speaker.

"Dr. Bowman?" the same voice nagged. "Are you there?"

"Yes, Ms. Hudson," she finally responded.

"Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that maybe the call, like, dropped, or something. But I heard some strange noises, so I wasn't sure..."

Samantha suppressed a giggle. "Oh, did you? Well, perhaps that was just your own son?" she slyly suggested. "By my count, you've been stroking him for quite a while now, and I would be shocked if the boy weren't on the edge of spurting a really big load. Am I right, Ms. Hudson?"

The teasing doctor had no trouble imagining how furiously the mother must be blushing right now. The shocked gasp that reached the blonde's ears practically confirmed it.

"Oh my! Yes, doctor, you're right. My Dylan is like, making those noises that he always does right before, uh... you know..."

"Ah, then we don't have much time! Have you decided which day would you and Dylan like to come?" she asked, then chuckled at the double entendre. "I mean to my office, of course! And I suggested Friday, because I got an open slot later in the afternoon. Would that work?"

"Uhm, yes," Ms. Hudson said, against the backdrop of increasingly loud and frantic moans. "We'll be there, me and --"

"Excellent!" Samantha threw in. "It's Friday, 5 PM then. And since we have this settled, Ms. Hudson, please bring your son to orgasm as soon as possible and swallow every drop of his seed. Remember, this is crucial for his deep sense of relief!"

"I... I will, Dr. Bowman," stammered the obedient patient. A moment later, she added, "Oh my gosh, I think he is gonna, like -- like now!... I'm sorry, doctor, I gotta go!"

She hung up in a hurry, before Samantha could even react; but as she heard the chime of the finished call, a wide smirk crossed the therapist's face. She imagined Ms. Hudson, the exceedingly busty and petite woman, who must've been practically naked in one of her minimal swimsuits. She pictured her scramble to get on her knees, huge breasts wobbling and shaking, and to wrap her full lips around her boy's spurting erection.

"Ahh... FUCK!" Greg's roar broke through this lewd image. "I'm fucking cumming, sis! Take it! Take all my cum, you slut!... AAAAAAAHHH!"

Samantha, thankfully, didn't have to scramble at all. Her brother's massive cock was right there. She simply took the pulsing shaft in her hands, put its large knob in her mouth, and eagerly anticipated the impending flood of his super-potent, deliciously thick semen.

***

PART 5

In the waiting area of Dr. Bowman's private clinic, Dylan and Lexi Hudson sat in adjacent chairs and patiently waited to be called into her office. It was Friday, a few minutes before half past five in the afternoon. The atmosphere in the otherwise empty room was becoming increasingly tense.

"Mom, you promised!" whined the teenage boy. "And look! It's got *really* big and hard!"

"I know, honey," said his mother, eyes drifting to the massive bulge in his shorts. "I know you really need some relief, and you need it like, right now, but..." She bit her lip, glancing at the closed door to the therapist office. "But it would be, like, sooo bad to do it here! The doctor could come out at any moment!"

He grumbled. Ultimately, he had to concede she had a valid point. But that didn't make things any easier for the boy, when his bombshell of a mother was dressed the way she was.

Like all the time these days, Lexi Hudson was wearing a bikini. Granted, it wasn't one of her ridiculously obscene tanning bikinis, which only covered her nipples and pussy, but the outfit she had on right now couldn't exactly qualify as modest.

In fact, it wasn't anywhere close to that at all.

The floral top barely contained her stupendous breasts, in all their heavy and round glory. The small cups of this inadequate bra exposed what looked like acres of copious tit-flesh that spilled freely from every side. The thin straps had been pulled tight, lifting her luscious pair of oversized mounds, and between them there formed an eye-popping canyon of magnificent, impossibly deep cleavage.

Any time he looked at it, Dylan could only think how much he wanted to slide his hard cock into this beautiful crevice. Especially now, when his shaft was so achingly hard, he knew he would quickly paint his mother's breasts with rope after rope of his abundant cum.

But his reverie was suddenly interrupted, as he heard the voice of another young man.

"Thanks again, Dr. Bowman! Same time next week?"

The door to doctor's office opened, and from it emerged an inconspicuous dark-haired lad. A bit taller than average, he was clad in light blue jeans and a plain white shirt.

He looked around and noticed Dylan's mother. It made his eyes go wide. Next he spotted Dylan himself, letting out a kind of breathy half-chuckle. He lifted his hand in a thumbs-up gesture, accompanied by a cheeky grin; and moments later he was already out of the clinic, the front door closing behind him with a quiet click of an automatic lock.

"Apologies for the delay," said Dr. Samantha Bowman, emerging from the doorway. "It turned out that my last patient required, uh, a somewhat more intense session than I'd expected... But don't worry, we still have plenty of time to talk. Please, come on in!"

Dylan, who had just barely tore his eyes off of his mother's enormous bosom, now found himself in the presence of another, almost equally stacked woman. He blinked, gaze fixing upon the twin hills of Dr. Bowman's impressive rack, which pushed and stretched her thin turtleneck sweater.

It took him a few seconds before he managed to move his eyes away from these bountiful mounds. He then looked, somewhat sheepishly, at the therapist's lovely face and the warm smile lighting it.

"Let's go, honey," said Lexi, bouncing up from her seat. Her immense breasts jiggled lusciously, as she walked towards the smiling doctor with a spring in her step and a habitual, seductive sway of her exceedingly wide hips. The two hemispheres of her ass rocked from side to side, huge and rippling; and because she was wearing a scandalous pair of booty shorts, stretched over the thong bottoms of her bikini, it all did very little to cover the smooth expanse of her massive, perfectly shaped cheeks.

Unsurprisingly, Dylan followed her every step with rapt attention. Between his extremely voluptuous mother and the beautiful blonde doctor, the boy felt completely surrounded by a cornucopia of arresting feminine curves. His hard member was throbbing: he could only hope that their visit to this strange doctor would be brief.

"I have to say, Lexi," Dr. Bowman spoke to his mom, "I really like your new style. An attractive woman like you, who also happens to be *very* well-endowed, should have no qualms about showing off her hot and sexy body. I take it that Dylan approves?"

The scantily dressed mother blushed. "Oh, you know, doctor -- I'm just, like, making sure he gets to appreciate the female form..."

"Ah, but of course!" Samantha beamed a broad smile. "Why would you not? After all, that's exactly what I advised you to do. And if I remember correctly, based on our last chat, your son has been very receptive to your efforts, as I'm sure he will confirm himself in due time. But anyway: shall we begin? Let's get you both settled..."

They entered the doctor's large office, with Dylan trudging slowly after his voluptuous, practically half-naked mother. He kept staring at the hypnotic sway of her large and shapely butt, mesmerized by subtle motions of those delightfully fleshy globes. At the same time he also tried to keep as close to his mom as possible, hoping that the obscene tent in his pants would be shielded from view by the abundant flesh of her form.

Aroused and aching for release, the boy remained incredibly distracted. The sight of the two older women, both flaunting their extraordinary hourglass figures -- and especially that of his smoking hot mom -- kept his horny mind in a foggy, half-conscious haze. He didn't quite get what she and Dr. Bowman had been talking about just now.

It did puzzle him, though, why they seemed so familiar with each other. Could they possibly have met before?

But wait -- what did the doctor say? That she had advised Mom, and that he was going to confirm...

Uh, what? It can't be that, can it?...

"Thank you for coming," said Dr. Bowman, as soon as they sat down around her large desk, "and again, I apologize that you had to wait. Today I wanted to talk to you both, as opposed to only Ms. Hudson, because I believe we have a unique opportunity to address the concerns she has about, well," she paused, turning directly to Dylan, "about *you*, young man..."

The boy let out a soft gasp. "M-me?"

"Quite so." Samantha nodded, as she put on a thin smile. "See, your mother here is a little bit worried -- and to be honest, I can easily understand why. Despite the fact you are young and healthy eighteen-year-old man, and rather handsome to boot, she told me that you never tried dating any of your female peers. Is this true, Dylan?"

He gasped much louder now, cheeks burning red all the way to his ears. "Uh, I mean..."

His mother chimed in. "Sweetie, please answer the cute doctor. She only wants to help!"

Swallowing hard, he glanced at the gorgeous, smiling face of his mom. His gaze then shifted to that of the pretty young doctor. With a sigh of embarrassment, he finally said, "Yes..."

Samantha nodded. "And you never had a girlfriend either?"

"N-no," he said, giving another deep sigh. "I just, uh... I mean..."

She nodded again, reaching for a pen and pad. She jotted down a few words, in a swishing cursive of an experienced medical professional. Then, as she lay the pen flat on her desk, she looked at Dylan with a warm and reassuring smile.

His cheeks still felt hot, although they didn't seem nearly as scalding now.

"I see," the blonde doctor acknowledged. "I must say that this is indeed quite unfortunate. At your age, there are few things more important than having intimate relations with whichever sex you are attracted to. The fact that you aren't even trying to foster those connections.... Well, it *is* concerning, to say the least."

Another gasp left his throat. "D-doctor, I..."

"But don't worry!" She flashed him a wider smile. "Your mother has been quite proactive. She had brought this issue to my attention several weeks ago. And not only that, but she also took bold steps to remedy the situation, most of which I'm sure you've been aware of..."

He gulped. "I... I was?"

Samantha didn't answer immediately. Instead, her lips shifted again: they were now curled into a sly, almost seductive smirk. She leaned in and put her hands forward, slender fingers resting tangled on her desk. Her forearms squashed and brought together the crowding globes of her huge breasts.

"Tell me, Dylan," she spoke to the boy in a silky voice, "have you noticed that your mom started dressing differently?"

Eyes widening, he nodded. "Uh, yeah..."

"Of course you have." the doctor said, smile growing more mischievous. "It would be impossible not to. All she's wearing now are those really small bikinis. They cover practically nothing, so you can see every curve of her amazing body. And when she walks around the house..." Samantha closed her eyes, as though imagining it herself. "Yes, I'm sure it all bounces and jiggles -- and especially her beautiful, exceedingly large breasts."

"Doctor!" Lexi Hudson voiced a giggly protest. "Please, stop it! That's so, so nice... Too nice! You're making me blush."

"But it's true. Ms. Hudson, your body is truly extraordinary. And there is no better way for Dylan to learn to appreciate the female form than to watch you show off said body, day after day, exactly how you've been doing it so far..."

Relishing in Samantha's compliments, the busty mother let out another high-pitched giggle. She fidgeted in her chair, clearly abashed at all the praise she was getting. And as her voluptuous body moved and shifted, the skimpy top that barely covered her massive chest was struggling to keep up with the pendulous sway of her enormous, mouth-watering bosom.

And Dylan, of course, was struggling not to stare. He blinked several times, acutely aware of the straining erection in his pants. Another surge of dumbfounding arousal washed over his body, filling his horny mind with a deluge of erotic thoughts. Among them was a lewd vision of his smoking hot mom, as she fell eagerly to her knees and swallowed his aching hard-on. It was almost as tangible to the lust-crazed teen as what he was actually seeing with his own eyes.

"Oh, and speaking of which," the doctor continued. "I must clarify that while you two are in my office, Dylan should feel free to look at his mother as much as he wants. Particularly at her breasts"--she glanced at Lexi, dropping her gaze in an overt and exaggerated fashion--"but also at her whole body. I know he's been spending a lot of time appreciating her womanly form, so there's no reason why he should refrain from doing the same thing here."

And yet, as horny as the teenage boy was, some things were just too outrageous to ignore. Getting permission to blatantly ogle his half-naked mother, while both of them talked to this sexy but very unusual doctor, finally tipped the scales for Dylan. He stammered his doubts out loud.

"Ugh, Dr... Bowman..." He read from the name-stand on her desk. "What is, uh... What is this all about? I don't understand. Are you saying that my mom's been showing off for... for me?"

The smile on doctor's face transformed into a wide grin. She nodded. "That's right. As I said, your mother was concerned about your apparent lack of success with girls. This was her way of motivating you to go out and make a better effort at pursuing them. And I have to say she did an incredible job. It honestly couldn't have gone any better. Wouldn't you agree, Dylan?"

His jaw hung low in confusion. "Uhhh..."

"But doctor!" the mother piped in. "Wasn't this all, like, about getting Dylan a girlfriend? So if he still doesn't have one, then, like, I didn't do the better job? Or not the best job? Not the bestest job?... Ugh, this is compli--"

"Yes, I understand your confusion," the therapist said. "But the truth is that you absolutely succeeded, one hundred percent. You may not know it yet, and I think he doesn't know it either, but Dylan absolutely *does* have a girlfriend now. And it's all thanks to you!"

Both the mother and son blinked. "Oh wow! He really does? That's awesome! Do I know her?"

"Oh, definitely," Samantha said, allowing herself an amused chuckle. "It's you."

Dead silence fell upon the room. It lasted for a good moment. Two loud gasps broke it, as Dylan's mother eventually managed to utter, "M-me...?"

"Yes. Think about it, Lexi. For the past few weeks you've been teasing him with your body, wearing next to nothing and giving him lots of hugs and affection. And all this time, whenever Dylan laid his eyes upon your, uhm, abundant feminine form, his member would immediately harden and he would have a throbbing erection. So there is really no question that he finds you incredibly attractive, which means he was more than willing to consider you a potential girlfriend.

"Furthermore," the doctor continued, over shocked reactions of the boy and his top-heavy mother, "I know that you have taken it upon yourself to provide for Dylan's extraordinary physical needs. Anytime his penis gets hard, he may come to you and you're more than happy to relieve him. And while I can't know it for sure, I'd wager a guess that this happens exceedingly often, to the point where you bring your son to orgasm multiple times a day. All of this is to say that you've been taking great care of Dylan's sexual urges, and that's highly appreciated by a teenage boy like him."

At this point, both patients in Samantha's office slipped into a state of complete and total bewilderment. The young man was particularly shocked. He had no idea Dr. Bowman knew that his mother regularly sucked him off, or that every day she would give him those amazing tit-fucks. If he hadn't been fully mesmerized by Lexi's stupendously large, scantily clad bosom, he might've put the two-and-two together and realized that servicing him was, in fact, what the doctor had advised his mother in the first place.

But as it stood now, all he could do was to try and comprehend what the blonde therapist was saying. And as he struggled to put the pieces together, while in a state of overwhelming horniness, an extremely appealing conclusion started to slowly emerge in his mind...

"And lastly," the therapist carried on, "let's not forget, Lexi, that you are still his caring and devoted mother. Dylan likewise remains your precious and beloved son. The bond you share is one of a kind, built on profound and unbreakable love, and it's frankly a bit silly to compare the strength of your connection to what most teenage couples feel. But I nonetheless have to mention this, because it illustrates my point perfectly."

The busty mother stammered, "And... and what is that, uhm... p-point?"

Samantha smiled. "That there is also a strong emotional aspect to your relationship, in addition to the physical one. Which is to say that not only is your son absolutely obsessed with your incredible body -- as evidenced by him practically drooling whenever he looks at you, even for a moment -- but he also *loves* you, deeply and abidingly. First as his mother, of course, but now also as his incredibly sexy girlfriend..."

Lexi let out another shocked gasp. Her mouth hung wide open, and her mascara-touched eyelids fluttered rapidly before the huge irises of her eyes. She slowly looked at Dylan, who was sitting there totally motionless, and seeing him give her a weak smile -- more like a smirk, really -- she reciprocated with a growing smile of her own.

It would seem that she finally understood.

"Oh my god!" she burst out. "This... this is amazing! I had no idea... Doctor! You're a genius!"

Samantha chuckled. "Now, now! Let's not give in to unnecessary exaggerations. I'm only taking note of what has become blindingly obvious. You and Dylan have added a new dimension to your relationship, and it is high time that you acknowledged it and started expressing it in earnest. Ms. Hudson, would you please stand up and move over to your son's lap? I want you to straddle him, face to face, and start making out with your very cute and very handsome *boyfriend*..."

Lexi gasped. Once again she glanced at Dylan, who by now was sporting an enormous grin. It made her giggle, the genuine enthusiasm that he so clearly displayed, and her body gave a shudder as his gaze dropped to the half-naked swell of her breasts. Next she looked at the doctor, who gave her a reassuring nod, and chewing her lip she rose from her chair and took a step towards Dylan's.

The boy's breath caught in his throat. His smoking hot mother climbed onto his lap and spread out wide her smooth and shapely legs. Her gorgeous face came within a few inches from his, blushing profusely yet showing a beautiful smile. He felt her warm, hasty breath softly caress his parted lips and cheek.

"Oh, sweetie," she whispered. "I... I love you so much!"

"Me too, Mom," he spoke, struggling to contain his excitement. "Can we, uh, can we kiss now?"

She sucked in her lip and nodded. "Yes, baby! Oh yes..."

She leaned in closer. Her massive, pendulous boobs pressed hard into the teenager's chest. He sharply inhaled, feeling through his shirt the hard nubs of her nipples. He closed his eyes right as her sweet, tender lips came into sizzling contact with his.

They kissed.

It was timid at first. Like a pair of teenagers, they were feeling out these new and exciting sensations. Their lips engaged in a slow, wordless dance, Dylan's mother guiding him through its sensuous paces, as she kissed her handsome son with all of her boundless love and devotion. His response remained bashful, little more than a gentle caress of her lips, for he was still dazed and overwhelmed by the upswell of their bursting passion.

But this shy demeanor would not last for long.

"Oh!" Lexi breathed, as her son's hand swept across her thigh. "Honey, you're... you're playing with Mommy's body!"

And indeed he was. The horny teen had been driven by his boiling arousal, which got more and more intense as their make-out session grew hotter. They were kissing now with sizzling intensity, tongues wrestling and playing, and soon the boy's wandering fingers met the high hem of Lexi's scandalous shorts. He paused then, squeezing the exposed flesh of her butt: the heady mix of softness and firmness sent a rush of blood to the aching shaft of his cock.

He groaned. His erection felt unbearably hard. It had now risen and lifted his pants, forming in them a sizeable bulge. Its unyielding rigidity pressed into his mother's body, alerting her to the young man's predicament, and she let out a breathy moan that trailed into a hushed whisper.

"Oh gosh," she said. "Sweetie, you're soooo hard! If only I could, like, you know..."

"I need it, Mom," he told her, hands kneading the huge globes of her ass. "I need you to suck it."

She gasped. "But we can't! We're still in the doctor's office. You're gonna have to wait until --"

"It's okay, Ms. Hudson," Samantha quickly chimed in. She was sitting on top of her desk now, not two feet away from the amorous couple. A warm and cheerful smile lit up her cute face. "Please, do not be concerned at all by my presence. Focus instead on what truly matters. Right now, your beloved son -- who's also your handsome boyfriend! -- urgently needs relief. You know there is only one person in the whole world who can give it to him properly..."

Opening her mouth in surprise, the busty mother glanced between the smiling doctor and Dylan. She found on the boy's face a pleading, desperate, but now also a very expectant look. As his grip tightened upon her huge and bouncy bottom, she let out a moaning sigh and bit her lip coquettishly.

"Uhm, if that's what the doctor says..." She gave a sultry giggle. "Well, honey, guess you need to, like, take your pants off and everything?"

As his mother said this, a massive grin spread across Dylan's face.

***

Samantha sat in her cushy leather armchair, tucked in the far corner of her modestly arranged office. She had relocated to this spot to better observe the scandalous proceedings, which were now taking place next to her stylish mahogany desk. The activity involved two patients she'd been counseling for the past twenty-or-so minutes: their session had entered a phase that no longer required much talking.

And yet, there was still plenty to do for the skillful mouth of the female patient.

"Ahh, yes, fuck! Oh god," moaned the young Dylan Hudson. He was gripping the armrests so hard that his knuckles had all but gone white. He squirmed in his chair, pants and boxers piled up messily at his feet, while a gorgeous, scantily clad figure knelt on the carpet between his widely spread legs.

The kneeling women had leaned in far -- so far, in fact, that her head was pressing into the teen's abdomen, forcing him to move as far back in the chair as he could. This had created some extra space, sorely needed to fit her enormous boobs, round and shapely, which were held together precariously by small cups of her rainbow-striped bikini. The rest of her torso tapered to a narrow waist, only to then flare out into a sprawling magnificence of her ass, each basketball-sized cheek straining the meager confines of her skimpy, practically thong-like shorts.

What a body, Samantha thought, as she watched the insanely stacked woman at work. Lexi Hudson was truly a unusual specimen, in physical as well as in mental sense. A rare case of a stereotypical bimbo, whose abundance of curves paired well with modest intellect and a bubbly personality, and who had retained all those traits while raising her only son Dylan.

"Shit, Mom, I'm... I'm getting close," announced her son. His shaky hand moved to stroke Lexi's walnut-brown hair. The straight tresses fell onto her bare shoulders, bouncing wildly as her head bobbed. She was holding on to his legs, pushing them slightly apart, while continuing the important work that the good doctor had permitted her to commence.

Samantha couldn't see all of it, for that was obscured by the lustrous mane of Lexi's hair. Still, the therapist knew exactly what the voluptuous woman was doing. For several minutes now, amid audible purrs and groans, the half-naked brunette had been giving her son an incredibly sumptuous blowjob.

"Ugh, fuck... Fuck!" he growled. "M-mom..."

"What is it, Dylan?" Samantha asked with concern. Being a consummate professional, she remained attentive to any signals coming from her patients. She didn't receive a response from the boy, other than another strained groan, but this was sufficient for the experienced therapist to figure out what was happening. "Ms. Hudson, this is enough," she said firmly. "You son is practically begging for release! Please bring him to orgasm immediately, and make sure you swallow every drop of his seed!"

Thumb shooting up, the dutiful mother obeyed the doctor at once. She dove hungrily into the young man's crotch, no doubt to engulf his manhood down to the last inch of its throbbing hardness.

Dylan moaned. His whole body was now shaking at the crest of his long-building arousal. The boy's head was thrown back, mouth parted by choppy, ragged breathing. Before long he sharply inhaled, and then he let out a savage cry of pleasure.

"AAAAH! Oh fuck, fuck... FUUUCK!" he roared, raspy voice falling into breathy gasps and moans. "Yes, ahhh!... Take it, Mom... Ugh!... Take it... Take it all!"

He came, over and over, grunting and groaning in the throes of his orgasm. Samantha shifted in her seat, heat rushing into her moist pussy at the sight of the young stud's climax. She was watching him unblinkingly, counting all of his full-body spasms; and from that she soon inferred that he must've shot over a dozen voluminous spurts.

Ever vigilant, she picked back the legal pad that she had dropped between her thick thighs. With a hasty hand she jotted down a few remarks on the boy's virility and on the mother's eagerness to please him.

For indeed, both these things were currently on full display. Lexi was slurping up the last of her son's seed, tongue swirling round the head of his prolific manhood. She was licking him off with gusto, Samantha's ears picking up many appreciative coos and purrs; and at times she would also hear some hushed, sultry whispers, commending Dylan on what a great job he had just done.

Yet the handsome teen didn't look like he was finished. Although he still had a few breaths to catch, for the powerful orgasm took its toll on his young body, there were no signs that his large erection might falter anytime soon. The meaty pole looked smooth and shiny, slathered with Lexi's copious saliva, and it continued to stand proudly erect even after she had released it from her mouth.

"Uhm, sweetie," the mother said quietly, "you are still hard. But I'm not sure if I'm allowed to, like, suck on your thing again..."

Without rising from her knees, the busty woman turned her head to look at the cute doctor. She caught Samantha a little distracted: for the past minute, the blonde therapist been focused squarely on the young stallion. In particular she'd been eyeing his sizable manhood, marveling at its wide girth, while also being quite pleased with the strength and endurance of his ongoing erection.

There was no doubt about it: Dylan Hudson was an impressive specimen. Samantha couldn't wait to see his cock being put into a *very* good use...

"Actually, Ms. Hudson, I think you have done more than enough sucking," she said, cheeks dimpled by a sly smirk. "Yes, I'm sure Dylan appreciates all your motherly efforts, but you cannot forget you are also his girlfriend -- or that he is a fit, attractive, and very desirable teenage hunk." The therapist paused, waiting for the young man's predictable gasp. She shot him a wink before adding, "Indeed, I believe he could easily have his pick of hot girls if he wanted to, all of whom would be more than happy to suck on his large member. But he chose *you*, Lexi, and this means you must be ready to offer him more."

The woman blinked. Her mouth opened in visible confusion. She gazed up at her son, who was sitting there with an immensely satisfied grin. An audible gulp followed, as she returned to the smirking therapist and asked, "More...?"

Samantha nodded. "All of it. Your whole body. It's only natural, isn't it? You've been showing Dylan how incredibly alluring and sexy the female form could be. And he's been appreciating it a lot, as can be seen in his practically endless erections. It's about time you let him fully enjoy this extraordinary body of yours, in every possible way. Not just to look, mind you, while you parade around the house in those barely-there outfits, but also to touch, grope, and squeeze -- and yes, also to fuck."

Lexi gasped. Dylan's cock gave a sudden and wild twitch. "F-fuck? Oh my god! But doctor, he... he is --"

"Your beau," Samantha filled in, "and you are his teenage crush, and now also his girlfriend. It is quite fitting, don't you think? You're so youthful and petite... Were it not for your incredible curves, and especially for your enormous breasts, you and Dylan could easily pass for a typical teenage couple who's crazy in love with each other. So cute!" The doctor giggled. "But of course, this isn't just love: it's also unbelievably strong physical attraction. We already established that your son is totally obsessed with you, Ms. Hudson, and with your stunningly feminine curves. But I also believe that the feeling is mutual -- that you find him exceedingly attractive as well."

It was a bit of a wild guess on Samantha's part, motivated by intuition and experience. At the same time, however, her suspicions were not entirely baseless.

She had just watched Lexi give her son an exquisite oral service, far more eager and enthusiastic than what was needed simply to make him cum. And while she was taking in all the details of the scene, the therapist noticed how Lexi's left hand would repeatedly stray below the elastic hem of her shorts.

Evidently, the woman was aroused. She had gotten horny in the presence of her virile, fully erect son. And based on her reaction to Samantha's suggestive nudge, it would appear that the doctor was in fact right on the money with her bold assumption.

"Oh gosh! Dr. Bowman!" Lexi let out, her cheeks blushing scarlet.

"So you do find Dylan attractive," Samantha said, and smiled. "Well, that's all the more reasons why the two of you need to have sex! Please, allow me to provide a suitable venue..."

She stood up, pacing across the carpeted room, until she arrived by a large brown couch set against the opposite wall. Bending at the hips, but keeping her denim-clad butt high, she groped for a small lever at the junction of the seat and the back of the sprawling sofa. She found it eventually, hinges giving a springy squeak, and moments later the seat slid forward, flattening the entire couch into a makeshift but perfectly serviceable bed.

"Here you go!" she said, a broad smile still on her lips. "A little improvised, but teenagers can't be choosers, right?"

The mother and son looked at each other, wide-eyed.

***

PART 6

Dylan needed somebody to pinch him. He couldn't believe this was all happening for real. It certainly wasn't what he had imagined a few hours ago, when he came back from school and the first thing Mom told him was to not even bother taking off his shoes.

"Honey, we need to go somewhere," she said mysteriously. "It's, like, very important, okay?"

Needless to say he was not pleased. Neither was his positively aching member. Having soon learned that they were going to some weird doctor, the anguished teen made said medic the prime subject of his frustrations. He had never heard about this "Dr. Bowman", and the sign on her door only said she was some kind of family shrink. That didn't instill much confidence in the boy; in fact, it filled him with a vague sense of unease.

But his attitude quickly began to shift once he saw the pretty, well-endowed therapist in person. And now, as he stood nude in her office, with his fully erect cock looming over a sexy figure below him, Samantha Bowman had long since become his favorite person ever.

"Oooh, sweetie! I'm so proud... You're such a big and handsome boy!"

Other than, of course, his stunningly gorgeous and ridiculously stacked mother.

"He is, isn't he?" Samantha said, beaming a cheeky smile from her seat. "And so potent and virile... You're one lucky girl, Ms. Hudson, to have snagged him all for yourself! Are you ready?"

As she lay on the flat sofa, the gorgeous and immensely stacked woman let out a lusty moan of excitement. Just like her studly son Lexi was now completely naked, as she had gradually taken off her clothes following clear instructions from the assertive doctor. Meager though the outfit was, she managed to put on a slow, sizzling hot show of discarding each of its three scant pieces; and it was her bikini top in particular, when it fell off of her stupendous bosom, that had hardened Dylan's swollen cock into a rigid bar of steel.

Now fully nude, the boy's mother was exposing all of her magnificent feminine form. She had spread herself lewdly upon the leather couch in Dr. Bowman's office, hands lifted above her head dragging the massive orbs of her incredible bust. Those two teardrops, each one easily bigger than her head, crowded her narrow chest and heaved with every sharp breath she took. Topping them were two pointed nipples, both as hard as her son's thick erection, jutting in the center of small pink areolas that were like tiny dots in the sea of luscious boob-flesh.

Over and over, Dylan took in the sights. His gaze traveled across his mother's petite body, from those gigantic melons and down through her slender waist. Below it was where her curves again exploded, with mature hips, lush and wide, resting upon the sprawling pillows of her huge ass. Her legs were parted, thick and sleekly muscled, and between them glistened a priceless treasure that the young man set his wide eyes upon.

"She's ready," the doctor said, in a low voice that made his dick twitch. "She needs your large penis inside her tight little vagina. Go ahead, stud! Your mom -- your girlfriend -- is waiting..."

Swallowing hard, the horny lad kept staring at the shiny pink crevice. Adorned by a sparse tuft of swirly pubes, his mother's pussy was beckoning him with a subtle but steady throb of its lips. Lexi spread her legs wider, inviting her son to enter and to plunder her moist depths.

And so he answered. Hard dick swaying, he approached the edge of the couch, and the pulsing of his large member matched the hasty beat of his heart. The young man's eyes once again raked over the mature beauty before him, stunning in her voluptuous magnificence, and as they bore into every outlandish curve of her stacked body, he felt a surge of breathtaking, almost irresistible arousal.

"M-mom," he stammered huskily, "I'm gonna... fuck you now, okay?"

A high-pitched giggle came from Dylan's mother, shortly followed by a desperate plea formed of sultry, practically pornographic moans.

"Yes, honey!" She spread her legs even wider. "Let's make love! Mommy wants it... Like, really, really wants it! All this time... She's been showing you, uh, the female form, like the good doctor told her, but secretly..."

"Secretly what?" Dr. Bowman piped in. "Spill it out, Ms. Hudson!"

Lexi gasped. A deep blush came over her cheeks. "Uhm, I... I liked it," she said, speaking to Samantha but looking bashfully at her son. "I liked, you know, teasing him... When he got hard, it was like the best reward! It felt so good, and I always had to..." She gasped again. "Oh my! I... I shouldn't say..."

From Dylan's side, the therapist let out an amused chuckle. "It's okay, Lexi. Like I said, you did an incredible job. And now you'll get to experience firsthand how much your strapping son *appreciates* your extraordinary female curves... Well then -- Dylan?" Startled, the teen turned to Samantha, who treated to him to a broad, satisfied grin. "So, here are the doctor's orders. Get on this couch, *right now*, and start fucking your beautiful mother! Got it?"

He gasped, and nodded, and then flashed the doctor a big grin of his own. He tarried no longer, climbing onto the large sofa, and in just a few seconds he scooted and crawled over his visibly overexcited mother. He covered her short body with his, straining cock perched above her sizzling hot entrance. The warmth enveloped the twitching rod of his hard-on and made him dizzy from the sudden rush of sensations.

He had never felt so horny. He could scarcely control himself now. The lust surged within him, driven by the most primeval of his instincts. The virginal boy was all but helpless under the cresting wave of his urges.

"Oh, honey..."

Below him, Lexi bit her lip sexily. Her shimmering eyes were fixed upon the handsome face of her son. There was a trace of trepidation in them, as she reached for his sizeable member, wrapping her small fingers around the throbbing girth of his organ.

She took a deep breath. Her son followed suit. He was beside himself with desire, but needed this last little nudge to act.

The head of his cock parted her wet lips.

He pushed it all the way in.

A lewd moan he wrought from her lungs, and a low breathy groan from his own.

"Oooooh! Yeeees!" she cried, her whole body trembling at the intrusion. "Oh my god... So big!"

Inch after inch, the horny teen drove his cock further. His mom's pussy surrounded it like a steamy hot furnace. Wet and tight, the heavenly tunnel welcomed him with delicious resistance and friction -- and this exquisite feeling, as it closed around his impaling manhood, that was more than enough for Dylan to succumb to his primal drives.

He bottomed out inside his mother. The busty bimbo gave another ecstatic cry.

He withdrew his member, only to then slam it back in -- and faster.

"Aaaah!... Yes!... Oh god," moaned Lexi, shaking from the force of his impact. "Oooh, yes... Again! Fuck me, honey! Fuck your Mommy hard!"

He obliged, already preparing for his next, balls-deep thrust. The entire shaft of his massive erection disappeared once more inside the clenching pussy of his hugely endowed mother. He grunted savagely, overcome by animalistic lust, as the naked, top-heavy body of his incestuous lover squirmed and writhed around the whole length of his relentlessly pounding cock.

"Oh god!... Oh god!... Oh god!" chanted the poor woman, as she cringed and trembled in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around her son's member, serving him a breathtaking cascade of exciting physical sensations. He kept fucking her, over and over, as if the only purpose of his young life was to mate and couple with his own voluptuous mother.

And in that moment, it might as well have been. Dylan had lost all but the slimmest semblance of control, his pent-up teenage lust driving him into a high-pitched frenzy. He fucked his mom hard, slamming into her body like an overclocked jackhammer. He would thrust deep, again and again, and each time she would cry in a fit of delirious ecstasy. One crashing orgasm right after another seized her curvaceous body, and sent her spiraling into a pit of carnal bliss.

"Honey, I... Oh my god!" she gasped. "Again... I'm coming... again... OOOOOOH!"

She arched her spine and threw her head back with a moan. Her gigantic, pendulous breasts rocked and wobbled obscenely, as her studly son drove his rigid shaft all the way into her quivering tunnel. Under his tall physique she was little more than a sex toy, built solely for his satisfaction and pleasure -- and yet, judging by her desperate cries and orgasmic shrieks, that was exactly what the loving mother had ever dreamed of being.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she stuttered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, honey!... Yes, yes, I'm... I'm co-- AAAAH!"

She was coming constantly now, the orgasms blurring into one continuous bliss. Her horny stallion of a son was railing her without mercy, himself practically on the verge of an immense, explosively powerful release. He didn't try to deter it; he wouldn't have been able to, even if he tried. The young man had turned into a rutting beast, wild and untamed, intent only on claiming his chosen female and filling her with massive outpourings of his seed.

"Uuuugh!" he grunted, a fresh load already brimming in his balls. "Fuck..."

But even as he remained in this state of lustful frenzy, Dylan had a moment when clarity and wits prevailed. As the edge of his climax became as thin as hair's breadth, he pushed in and fully sheathed his wildly throbbing hard-on -- and as he looked down on his mom's cute face, scrunched with mind-blowing delight, something tugged at his heart just as strongly as her pussy was gripping his cock.

"I... I love you," he whispered hoarsely.

In response, through the haze of her bliss, there shone a beautiful, radiant smile of his mom.

And then he came.

"AAARGH!... M-mom-meee!"

Out of his cock poured a veritable torrent of semen, forcefully delivered in an endless series of spurts. Dylan grunted and groaned, repeatedly filling his mother's tight crevice, and at the same time the top-heavy woman was shaking and screaming under the spell of another earth-shattering orgasm.

He pumped her full, blast after massive blast. Pleasure shot through his spine as he unloaded inside her overstuffed pussy. Thick rivulets of cum began to flow out, bubbling and gurgling -- the rich excess of virile cream leaving Lexi's small and compact sex. It dripped onto the couch, whitening the brown leather, and still the boy kept on cumming amidst the joyful cries of his wildly climaxing mother.

Their mutual orgasms lasted for a good minute. Then, finished at last, Dylan let out a deep sigh of contentment. His gorgeous mom was underneath him, hands gently stroking his chest. A sultry giggle slipped through her lips as she treated him to an adoring smile.

"My *big* baby boy!" she cooed. "You did so good!... Oh, yes, like, sooo good..."

She trailed into a breathy and protracted moan: a sign of the countless climaxes she had, one of which still lingered inside her heaving, immensely voluptuous body. Her son shifted his stance, staring rapturously at the angelic face of the woman he had just fucked -- and then, leaning closer, he confidently sealed her full lips with his.

They kissed, slowly and passionately, for a few serene moments. The young man felt more elated than he had ever felt before. To think it was because of this unexpected doctor's appointment, which had initially filled him with such dread and trepidation... Who would've thought that, in the end, the unexpected visit would lead to the most exciting encounter of his life?

There was just one problem -- if you could call it such. It weighed on Dylan's mind as he made out with his hot, exceedingly busty, and incredibly beautiful mother.

It was the fact that inside her cum-soaked pussy, his potent manhood was still rock-hard.

"Excellent work indeed," Dr. Bowman said. Her clapping hands were squeezing out loud pockets of air. "I have to say, it's rare that I have the pleasure to witness such passionate sexual coupling. You are a perfect match for each other, that much is certain. But I do believe you may still benefit from a little bit of guidance on how to navigate your new relationship. So -- shall we resume our session...?"

A breathy gasp came in response, along with a sultry and satisfied giggle. Dylan's mother let out a moan, as she tried to wiggle out from underneath her strapping son, whose persistently erect cock was still lodged inside her softly throbbing pussy. But she had to capitulate, the tall hunk's body didn't offer much space to maneuver, so instead she pulled herself up and peeked over his broad shoulder.

"Uhm, doctor," she began sheepishly, "do we, like, really need to? My big boy is still very, very hard... Maybe we could, uh, you know..."

There was a curious sound from the direction where the blonde therapist sat. To Dylan, it seemed like a long and appreciative sigh.

"You want to keep going?" Samantha asked. "Ah, but of course... Please, take your time! Don't let me stop you. We shall reconvene when you're both completely satisfied."

At that, his sexy mom let out a cute giggle. The young man felt her enthusiastically nodding chin, tapping and digging into the tense flesh around his neck. Soon she scooted back down, impaling herself deeper upon the solid rod of his erection, as yet another lusty moan reached the primed ears of her son.

"Oh, sweetie... Did you hear what the doctor said? You can fuck Mommy again. Yes, you *need* to fuck Mommy again!" She chuckled, a gentle hand resting on his chest. "But first, let's turn over, okay? So that you'll get to, like, appreciate the female body some more..."

Dylan mouth hung open. For the umpteenth time today, he struggled to believe this incredible fortune. He did as she asked, of course, his eager hands sliding under the sumptuous pillows of her butt. He held on to it tight, fingers sinking into the lush bottom, as they carefully rolled over and he found himself laying flat on his back.

Immediately his eyes shot wide open.

"Oooh, yes," she moaned, wiggling around his cock. "Just a second, tiger. Mommy needs to find, like, the perfect fit.."

There she was, above him -- his beautiful, shamelessly naked, unbelievably curvy and voluptuous mother. She raised her toned arms, giving him a playful wink, which lifted her enormous breasts that stood high and proud atop her short and narrow torso.

Dylan was speechless. In that moment, he could only stare.

"Wow," he finally let out, breathless with rapturous arousal.

Those two massive globes... They were practically begging to be touched and squeezed. The boy was all but mesmerized by the seductive sway of this perfect bosom. He wanted nothing more than to reach for those huge mounds, to feel with his trembling hands their overflowing magnificence, but he didn't dare to move a finger while this stunning, top-heavy goddess was teasing him with her absolutely outrageous body.

She smiled at him, and giggled. Leaning forward she placed her hands on her son's chest, a mischievous smile decorating her adorably cute face. Her arms pressed together her immense bust, forming vast acres of smooth and jiggly flesh. She spread her legs wider to take every inch of Dylan's achingly hard member.

"Oh!" she gasped, her back arcing. "Almost... almost there..."

Her steamy hot pussy, filled to the brim with his steadily oozing seed, wrought a frantic gasp from his throat as it twitched around his straining cock. The horny teen was again wild with desire, his lust returning in full force, as the insanely stacked vixen impaled herself fully upon the throbbing shaft of his hard-on.

He was all the way in. His mother let out a loud moan.

"Yeees... That's it!"

And with a wicked gleam in her eye, she started to ride him.

***

Samantha loved it whenever her intuitions proved true -- and doubly so when it happened right in front of her eyes. Such was the case with Alexis Hudson, the patient whom she'd been advising for the past few weeks, and who was now demonstrating beyond any possible doubt how spot-on the doctor's instincts were.

"Oh my god! YES! Fuck... fuck me, honey! Fuck your slutty Mommy hard!"

Ms. Hudson -- a short but hugely stacked bimbo -- was currently naked on her hands and knees, perched on the couch in Samantha's office with all her abundant charms lewdly on display. Beneath her there spread a large puddle of pearly white cum, mixed with other bodily fluids, which the busty woman had no choice but to wallow in while she bore the brunt of her lover's strokes.

Not that she had any reason to complain, of course. Quite the opposite: based on the pitch and volume of her practically constant screams, the curvaceous mother was having the time of her life.

"OOOOH! Don't... don't stop, honey! Keep going... Mommy is -- oh god! -- She's coming... A-A-AGAAAAIN!"

And this was all thanks to her studly son Dylan.

"Ah, fuck! Mom... You're so fucking sexy, and tight! Oh yeah..."

The tall teenager was kneeling behind his immensely stacked mother, holding on to her lush and wide hips, as he tried to keep them in place against the steady rhythm of his deep and relentless thrusts. Lexi's enormous cheeks provided him with a cushion, bouncing off and repelling his intrusions, and still the hung stud persisted in his efforts, pounding the bimbo's pussy and slapping her smooth flesh with his.

The mature vixen cried and trembled, cumming repeatedly on the stallion's thick cock. Her massive breasts swayed obscenely, each stroke causing the huge mounds to jiggle, as the lewd sounds of slapping flesh emanated from the wildly mating couple. The young stud drove in his sizable manhood, over and over, and the noise of his previous deposits getting squelched out from his mother's pussy served as a background theme for her orgasmic screams.

They had gone on for way over an hour now, with no signs of stopping. Three times had the young man flooded his lover's tunnel, groaning in pleasure while his manhood was spewing its load. And three times Samantha saw them switch positions and simply continue, going on and on with hardly any pause. The doctor got to witness multiple stages of this lewd, incestuous coupling, and each one had only been more lurid and intense than the last.

"YES! YES! YEEEEES!" chanted the nearly delirious mother. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, fuck me, give it to me, FUCK MEEEE!"

Samantha kept track of this scandalous fuckfest, but only in the broadest of terms. She was far from immune to the effects of such brazen, animalistic rutting. Her pants had long since been pulled down, along with the frilly lace panties, and all decorum had been abandoned when she staggered back to her desk and retrieved from it an enormous dildo.

Now she was pumping it into her wet pussy, juices sloshing almost as loud as her breathy gasps and moans. But even so, as her arousal spiked, the dutiful doctor didn't relinquish all of her unfailing professionalism. With the other hand she was still taking notes, her favorite pad balanced over the armrest, as a cheeky grin flashed across her face whenever it wasn't contorted with a rictus of mounting pleasure.

"Ooh yes, it all makes sense," she muttered, reading her barely legible marks. "And not just her, but also -- aaah! -- but also her son..."

Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and now doggy: the picture, Samantha thought, couldn't have been any clearer. Alexis Hudson, the ditzy bimbo mother, had precisely the sky-high sex drive that the doctor had expected from a woman of her outrageous proportions. She obviously had been masturbating a lot, maybe as much as her teenage son used to -- before she started servicing his constant erections, that is, and getting very excited whenever his large penis got hard.

And now, as the horny boy was plowing her wet pussy yet again, the busty mother still looked to be very much in her element. There was not a shred of doubt that both she and her potent son possessed some exceedingly high sex drives. Combined with their exaggerated sexual traits, it made Samantha's job as a therapist very easy indeed.

"Diagnosis... hypersexuality," she breathed, scratching a hasty note in her pad. "Incestuous inclinations... evident... Suggested treatment... uh, let's say... three times a day?... Yes, that... that seems goooood... Oooh!"

A lusty shiver ran along the doctor's body, leaving her mouth as a loud gasp. She bit down on her lip and groaned, narrowly stifling the urge to let out a louder cry. Moments later the gorgeous blonde came in shuddering orgasm, which spread from the gaping lips of her lewdly speared pussy; but even in the throes of this powerful climax Samantha didn't feel like she could abandon the last vestiges of propriety and form.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered breathlessly, eyes fluttering, as she waited for the surging pleasure to pass.

Her patients, however, had no such compunctions. Their vigorous mating continued, totally unabated, and seemingly heedless of their horny therapist and her comparatively minor indecency. The squishy noises of slapping flesh filled Samantha's office, chased by Lexi's orgasmic screams. The young stud kept on drilling his hugely stacked mother and reaching to grope her wildly bouncing tits.

"Oh god, yes... Keep doing that, sweetie! Mommy's gonna, like... She's like... Oh! OH YEEEEEEES!"

Coming down from her orgasm, Dr. Bowman opened her eyes to once more witness this obscene sight. The naked bimbo writhed in the grips of her ecstasy, while the teenage stallion pounded into her cushioned butt from behind. He was definitely *appreciating* her female form, the doctor thought with amusement, and would no doubt continue to do so as the two of them proceeded with their treatment.

"At least three loads from him, each time," Samantha said, finalizing her written plan. "One should always go on his mother's breasts. The rest? Wherever he likes..."

She put away the pen. A satisfied smile broke over her lovely face. The thick dildo in her pussy once again went all the way in. A few feet away, on the thoroughly soaked couch, Dylan and Alexis Hudson were shaping up to become yet another therapeutic success.