It was another day in paradise for Olivia. She woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to face the day and all that it brought her.
She started off her morning routine like normal, making breakfast for her family and seeing her husband off to work. Once that was done, she had a quick shower and dressed for the day. Olivia was an attractive woman for someone in her late-40s. Even in her usual Sunday sweatpants and tank top, she had the looks to turn the heads of most men. Her dark brown hair hung down past her shoulders and framed her face, complimenting her big brown eyes and full lips. The woman was a certified MILF, with curves in all the right places.
Now cleaned, Olivia got to work on various household chores. Collecting the laundry basket and making the rounds, she gathered clothes from her bedroom first before checking in on the children.
Her oldest daughter, Chloe, was as much of a neat freak as she was and already had her laundry pile ready to go at the end of her bed. Olivia knocked on the door and stuck her head in. Chloe was lying on her bed with a textbook propped open on her lap, her headphones in as she studied.
"I'm coming in to grab your laundry, Baby." Olivia said, catching her daughter's attention.
Chloe slipped out one earphone. "Sure, Mom. Thanks." She replied.
Olivia collected her daughter's laundry and kissed the girl on the head for good measure. The girl was a few months away from graduating university, with her sights set on travelling the world. The woman was proud of how responsible her eldest was, always keeping her grades up and maintaining a solid circle of friends.
One room down, Olivia made a second stop in the adjoining room to grab her son's clothes.
Alex sat back in his gaming chair. It was the weekend and the eighteen-year-old was looking forward to another stress-free session of online gaming, just like he had every weekend for the last few months.
In the past, Olivia had a difficult time relating to her son. The boy was very asocial and preferred the company of his computer over his own family. Alex's only real hobby was gaming. While Olivia would have preferred him to be outside playing a sport or spending time with his family, she realized the importance of letting her son pursue his interests, however strange they may be.
More recently, however, the boy had slowly started coming out of his shell. His grades were still average and getting him to help around the house was like pulling teeth, but he had taken an interest in spending more time with his family. Bonding nights with the whole family were more frequent and Olivia couldn't help but notice that Alex was taking the time to talk to her, which she found heartwarming.
"Honey? Are you in there?"
Alex's hands rested on the controller, the glow from the screen illuminating his face. Alex was an average-looking teenager. A little short for his age and skinny, he was sometimes mistaken for someone much younger than he was, which wasn't helped by his boyish face that was hidden behind all his shaggy black hair.
"Hey, Baby," Olivia cooed, smiling at the young boy. "Mommy's doing a laundry run. Have you got?-" Her smile broke as she noticed the state of the room. "Gosh, look at this mess," A typical frown of motherly disapproval came over her. "Sweetie, we really need to talk about this mess. You can't expect your mother to always tidy up after you."
Alex sighed, even as his attention remained on the screen. He grunted in response, which seemed to be enough for the older woman.
"All these clothes thrown around the place," She muttered, picking up a stray t-shirt. "It's only been three days, why are there five shirts in a pile here?"
"I dunno." Alex shrugged, not interested in his mother's fussing.
"And what's this?"
Olivia reached down and picked up a crumpled mess of brightly coloured cotton. Tugging on them lightly, it unravelled into a pair of blue-striped panties, crusted with dried semen.
"Is this my underwear?" Olivia asked, dangling the stained undies in front of Alex.
Again, Alex shrugged. Grunting a response in stereotypical teen fashion. Olivia's frown deepened, wincing at the sight of her soiled undergarments.
"Alright, that's it," Olivia sighed, reaching her limit. The woman dropped the washing basket and marched over towards her son. "Baby, pause the video games, please. Mommy needs to have word with you."
Alex met her mother's sigh with a long-winded sigh of his own. Usually this would be the time Alex explained that he was playing an online game, which meant there was no way to pause it. However, her mother had that look that said 'no' was not an acceptable answer. She was upset, but not because of the apparent defiling of her underwear.
"Sweetie," Olivia whined, dangling the used underwear in his face. "What have I told you about pleasuring yourself with my panties?"
"Don't use the expensive pairs?" Alex answered back sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Exactly," Olivia agreed, like it was completely expected for a teenager to masturbate with his mother's underwear. "We've talked about this," She gestured to the game that was still running. "Come on, game off. Chop chop. It's serious discussion time."
With a disgruntled huff, Alex did as he was told. Exiting his game, he spun the gaming chair around to face his mother. Olivia stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, his soiled undies still hanging from her finger.
"Move your legs, Sweetie," Olivia instructed, throwing her undergarments into the basket. "Make some space for Mommy."
Alex spread his legs apart and watched as his mother dropped to her knees before him. His eyes glided down her body, greedily taking in the sight of her cleavage. At this angle, her tank top left little to the imagination as Olivia's sizeable bust hung heavy before his eyes.
"I wanted to talk about your behaviour as of late," Olivia chastised, even as her hands ran up her son's thighs. "I know we agreed on some changes around the house, since you've become a man," Her hands reached the boy's groin and began to unzip his pants. "But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," His cock sprung free, already semi-erect as it bounced on his mother's face. "Understand?"
Olivia's soft fingers wrapped around the young boy's cock and began stroking. Her facial expression was still one of motherly disapproval, but her eyes were locked on the member in her hands.
"Uh... uh-huh," Alex replied, distracted by his mother's ministrations.
"We still have certain rules in place, sweetie," Olivia explained. "Rules that you still need to follow."
The older woman leaned forward, her lips kissing the head of his cock. Another small moan escaped Alex's mouth as his mother's tongue swirled around his cockhead.
"Like, cleaning up after yourself, for one," Olivia continued, her tongue dancing between each word. Her fingers held onto him tightly, working their way up and down his shaft, her saliva acting as a lubricant. "Clothes in your room. Dirty dishes in the sink," Once his cock was sufficiently wet, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and slid further down. "I'm your mother, not your maid," She mumbled around his cock.
"You're my fucking cock-sucker at the moment," Alex groaned, smug smile building on his lips. His head rolled back, enjoying the feeling of his mother's mouth. "And you're damn good at it."
The teen's fingers dug into Olivia's hair, his toes curling inside his socks. A forceful push down from his hand was met with little resistance, his cock slipping deeper into her mouth. Olivia's tongue rested on the underside of his balls, lapping at him as he forced her down further.
"Yeah, just like that, Slut," Alex muttered, his eyes closed in bliss. "Suck that cock."
Olivia's tongue swirled around his balls, her cheeks hallowing as she sucked her son's sack. With a wet slurp, she pulled herself off his cock. Her fingers resumed their pumping, the tip now glistening with her saliva.
"It just, sometimes feels like you don't respect me anymore," Olivia said, unfazed by her son's dirty talk.
Olivia couldn't remember when her relationship with her son changed. He had been such a moody kid for the past few years, never talking or hanging out with the rest of the family. Then one day, something just... happened.
It confused Olivia to no end when she tried to think about it. She could faintly recall a time when the very idea of being called a slut while sucking her son's cock would have disgusted her. Now, however, it felt normal. It was normal. She was just acting like a true mother should.
"Like, the way you speak to me," Olivia continued her chastising. "Calling me a filthy cumrag, or your personal cocksleeve," Her words were broken by her tongue, licking along his cock. Alex's fingers remained gripped tight in her hair, guiding her actions. "Or telling me that the only thing I'm good for is choking on your fat dick."
"But you are a filthy cumrag, Mom," Alex groaned, forcing his mother's head down again.
Olivia's protests were muffled by her son's cock, gagging loudly as it hit the back of her throat. Saliva and precum bubbled from her lips, dripping down her chin and coating his cock. The older woman's hands fell away, resting on her knees as her son guided her, using her mouth as a masturbatory aid.
The rough treatment didn't bother her at all. She relaxed her throat, letting his cock slide easily in and out. After a short time, Olivia regained control of her head, and pulled back again to resume speaking.
"I know it's all a bit of fun and games, but sometimes you can come across a bit rude," Olivia pouted, even as her son's cock pushed between her lips. "Just because Mommy swallows your thick, nasty dick-juice from time to time. Doesn't mean I like being called a worthless cum guzzler."
Again, her words were broken, interrupted by Alex's impatient thrusts. She was forced back down his cock, the boy's pubes tickling her nose. His grip tightened and he held her there, his cock buried in her throat. Olivia didn't complain.
"I don't really care, Mom," Alex grunted, his hips rolling, grinding his cock against his mother's face. "You'll swallow my nut like a good slut, and if you don't like it?" Olivia was released again, making an audible pop as his cock was freed from her throat. "Then don't be such a good cum-guzzler."
Olivia could recognise that her son was being rude to her, yet his words didn't make her feel upset or insulted. It was perfectly normal for teenagers to call women all manner of degrading filth while getting their cocks sucked. She didn't mind one bit.
"Besides," Alex continued, slapping his mother's face with his cock. "I didn't even tell you to come in here and suck my dick. You did that yourself. Ergo, you're a worthless cum guzzler."
Olivia couldn't argue with that logic. If she really didn't want to be here, sucking her son's cock, then why did she go out of her way to do so? It would have been much easier for her to just collect the dirty clothes and move on. Yet, here she was, on her knees with her mouth open.
"I suppose you're right," Olivia mumbled, her tongue flicking the underside of his cock. "Still, how about instead of demanding to dump another load down my slutty throat. You could just ask, politely," She made sure to give Alex's balls some attention, playfully lapping at them while she jerked him off. "Just be a bit nicer with your words, okay Sweetie?"
Olivia didn't wait for a response. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed his cock and started bobbing her head. Her hands gripped either side of his waist and she sucked him harder, her cheeks hallowing out with each thrust.
Alex gave his mother another look over. Realising that something was missing. Annoyance filled the boy and his hands tightened in her hair. He tugged his mother's head back, a trail of spit linking her lips to his cock.
"Hey, why are you still wearing this stupid outfit?" Alex complained, gesturing to the loose sweatpants and tank top. "What happened to your usual clothes?"
"I was busy tidying up," Olivia's words were breathy, her mouth panting for air. She tried to return her lips to her son's cock, but Alex kept her held tightly. "W-well, like I was saying. About being nicer. Maybe if you complimented Mommy's outfits a bit more, I'd feel inclined to wear them more."
"Mom? What are you talking about?" Alex's face scrunched up, like his mother was spouting nonsense. "I compliment your clothes all the time."
"Yesterday, you said I looked like a cheap whore," Olivia pouted. "It hurts my feelings a little...The least you could do is tell me I look nice. And not just call me a fucking skank."
Alex rolled his eyes and let go of his mother's head. She dove back down his cock, immediately taking his length, her lips stretched over his girth.
"That is a compliment, you dumb bitch," Alex grunted. "I like cheap whores. So, I think they're hot."
Olivia moaned into her son's cock. His words hurt, yet they felt so nice to hear. Her wardrobe was full of sexy lingerie, skimpy dresses, and mini skirts. All were bought by her husband yet worn exclusively for Alex's enjoyment. He was the man of the house after all, and deserved nothing less than the sexiest woman possible waiting on him.
"Sometimes," Olivia pulled off her son's cock, her hand stroking his spit-covered length. Her fingers squeezed the base, twisting around his shaft. A fresh wave of pre-cum seeped from his tip. Olivia caught it with her tongue, swallowing it down. "I feel like you're taking advantage of your position. And it hurts my feelings when I see my little boy treating me like-"
Alex thrusted upwards, cutting off his mother. He grabbed her head, holding her face close to his crotch. His fingers tangled in her hair, pushing her down his cock. He fucked her throat, the sloppy sounds filling the room. Olivia gagged loudly. Her son was using her face like a fleshlight, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft. Her eyes were watering, the tears dripping down her cheek and running over her neck. She was a sloppy mess, but it didn't matter. A mother's job was to provide her son with sexual relief, whether that was through her mouth, her pussy, or her asshole.
The older woman coughed and gasped as her son pulled out of her throat. Drool fell from her chin and dribbled down her cleavage. Her hair was dishevelled, her mascara running.
"-When I am the woman who raised you," Olivia said, speaking like her son hadn't just facefucked her. "And I know you don't actually feel that way about your mother. But this behaviour has been happening for a while now."
Cock slammed between her lips. The conversation was forgotten as her mouth was put to better use.
"God, will you ever shut up?" Alex grumbled, his hips thrusting, fucking his mother's mouth. "How about you do the one thing you're good for, and shut your slutty mouth, and focus on sucking my fat cock!"
Olivia ignored her son's complaints, it was important to her that she felt heard. Deep down she knew her son cared about her and loved her very much. He just had a difficult time showing it sometimes.
"Just the other day," Olivia mumbled, her words punctuated by wet slurps and gags. "You were my cute little boy. Playing-" Her head was jerked forwards, his cock sliding down her throat. Another barrage of thrusts, Alex's balls slapping her in the chin. "-And now," Olivia gasped and coughed, her son's cock sliding out of her throat. "It seems the only time you even talk to me is when you need something."
Alex fell back into his chair, too tired from thrusting his hips. He relaxed back, letting his mother take the lead again. Olivia sucked her son's cock eagerly, head bobbing up and down even as her eyes still held their disapproving stare.
"You want food, I'm there to cook for you," Olivia complained, pointing out a thumb to list off the reasons. Her other hand was still wrapped around his cock, jerking him off while her mouth licked and kissed the tip. "You want a ride, I'm there to drive you," Another finger listed off. "You get an erection," She swallowed him whole, pulling back with another audible pop. "And Mommy's needy holes are there to drain your balls."
The woman held three fingers up, the other hand still stroking him. Her disapproving attitude juxtaposed with her lewd actions. Alex chuckled at the scene before him, although Olivia couldn't guess why.
"But the second I want you to clean up after yourself-"
A firm hand pushed Olivia's head back down his cock.
"Oh my fucking God, I get it," Alex groaned. Slamming her head back down his cock, his shaft throbbed between her lips. "I'll pick up after myself next time."
Olivia's gaze softened behind her watery eyes, her son finally conceding. The boy loosened his grip on her head and Olivia lifted herself off his cock.
"-And it's not just the clothes that are messy," Olivia said, not wanting to lose the momentum. "The cum stains are getting out of control. It's everywhere." Alex rolled his eyes and sighed. Frustration evident on his face. "And I know I'm not the only one who thinks so. Your sister complains about-"
Alex pulled her head back down his cock, grunting and bucking his hips. Another burst of facefucking had Olivia gagging on his meat.
"Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up," Alex groaned with every thrust. "I don't care what my bitch of a sister has to say."
"-Waking up with a mouthful of sweaty balls in her face," Olivia mumbled, the words gargled around his cock. "And just because she enjoys being called stupid, cock thirsty slut. Doesn't mean she enjoys you coating your pungent, gelatinous spunk all over her face. She's asked you multiple times to stop cumming in her hair."
Alex relaxed yet again. Memories of his sister's tight throat and warm pussy no doubt flashed through his mind. As well as her annoyance whenever he shot a thick wad of jizz all over her pretty, face.
"So what?" Alex chuckled. "I get you to clean her off when I'm done anyway."
"Baby," Olivia cooed, kissing her son's cock lovingly. "Using Mommy to clean all the jizz off her face with my tongue, is not the answer. We've talked about this," She tried the softer approach, hoping to get through to him. "Please, stop cumming on her face. Or at least wipe it up with a tissue afterwards. Okay, sweetie? Can we agree on that?"
Olivia pulled back, waiting for an answer. A thin string of drool hung from her chin. She wanted to play her Mom-card and refuse to blow him until he agreed. But they both knew who was in control here.
"Fine, whatever," Alex agreed, his fingers curling into her hair. "Now can you stop being such a whiny bitch, and start sucking my cock?"
A muffled 'Thank you' escaped Olivia's lips as she opened her mouth and began sucking again. Her son's fingers pulled on her hair, guiding her head along his cock.
"I swear, Mom," Alex groaned, enjoying his mother's blowjob. "You really need to stop complaining so much. Good cock-holsters shouldn't talk. They should be too busy gagging on fat cock."
At that, another talking point entered Olivia's mind.
"Oh, and speaking of complaints," Olivia mumbled, her son's cock resting against her face. "You're father hasn't been happy with your behaviour either."
Unlike the other issues, Alex didn't try and cut her off. Instead, he seemed to smile at the subject.
"Oh yeah?" Alex asked, bouncing his cock against her nose, prodding her to keep going. "And what has dear old dad got to say?"
"You know he works very hard to provide for us," Olivia said, her tongue flicking his nutsack. "And the last thing he wants to see when he gets home. Is his son, balls deep inside his wife."
Her mind drifted back to the numerous times her son would pull her onto the living room couch and ram his cock inside her. The boy always timed it perfectly to coincide with his father's arrival. The first thing the older man would see when he walked in the door, was his son, filling her up with a thick, sticky creampie every single day.
Like the rest of the family, no one found it strange or weird. It was the new normal. It was perfectly acceptable to walk in on your son having sex with his mother. And her husband couldn't understand why this made him uncomfortable. Alex had succeeded him in being the man of the house, so naturally, he took care of his mommy in a way her husband couldn't. Yet Alex always found it hilarious to see his father's discomfort.
"I don't think he appreciates how you make him sleep on the couch, Olivia said, nibbling his nutsack with her lips. "On those nights when you want to play with Mommy."
"He's lucky I let him sleep in the bed at all," Alex replied, his mother's mouth moving down his cock. "If it wasn't for Chloe, I'd be fucking you every night."
"We've been keeping him up at night," Olivia moaned, her voice vibrating against his shaft. "With the constant banging of the bed frame against the wall."
"Oh yeah?" Alex smirked, his voice a low whisper. "So he can still hear us through the walls? And all those filthy things you say to me?"
Olivia blushed a bright red, embarrassed by her own actions. "That's been your Father's other complaint..." She admitted, her cheeks flushing a dark pink.
Their incestuous fuck sessions were often accompanied by her begging and pleading for her son's cock. Alex loved it when Olivia would compare her favourably to her husband. The young man's ego would swell each time she told him how his cock was so much bigger than her husband's. How his cum was thicker, and hotter. And how no other man would ever satisfy her the way her son could.
Even though she'd been ordered to take birth control, the fantasy of being bred by her son's virile seed was a constant topic during their sessions. Her son always choosing to flood her womb with his virile baby-batter.
"Maybe, we should consider talking about other things the next time you rail my cunt?" Olivia suggested.
She returned to choking on his cock. Her mouth sliding up and down his shaft, the spit coating her chin.
"Nah, I like it better when you compare me to him," Alex chuckled. "The cuck needs to remember his place."
"Honey..." Olivia mumbled, coating Alex's cock in kisses. "He already knows you're the man of the house now. There's no need to constantly remind him of that," The boy didn't look convinced. "And having both myself and your sister demean him all the time is unbecoming. You're better than-"
"Better than him," Alex cut her off with another powerful thrust. His mother nodded enthusiastically, her mouth stuffed full.
Olivia's daughter was always better at degrading her husband than she was. While Olivia was always hesitant to talk down her husband. Chloe had no such reservations. The young girl was more than happy to demean the older man in front of their son, calling him variants of a 'cuck' or a 'loser' while her little brother fucked her brains out.
The mother-daughter pair were often made to share Alex's cock. Often sharing in cock cleaning duties and making out with each other between Alex's heavy nutsucks. Often rubbing their naked bodies together and worshipping their son's cock, while their husband sat on the couch. Watching his son dominate his own wife and daughter.
"I just don't think the constant teasing is necessary,"
A new batch of facefucking had Olivia moaning and gagging loudly, her head bouncing like a ragdoll. She was held tightly in place, her throat used and abused. When Alex finally released her, a thick trail of spit hung between her lips and the tip of his cock.
"What were you saying?" Alex chuckled.
Olivia panted, her chest rising and falling. "-A little respect towards the man is all I'm asking. Is it really so much to ask that?-"
Gagging and slurping sounds filled the air as the teen boy grabbed his mother's hair and forced her head down his cock again.
"-I still love the man," Olivia said, her words broken by sloppy bobs. "He deserves the respect a husband and a father is due. All of us, living under the same roof should. So please, just be a be a little more considerate when-"
Alex's panting increased and his hips bucked wildly. Olivia's words were cut short, replaced by her loud choking and gagging. Her throat bulged obscenely, her cheeks hallowing. The young man groaned and his grip tightened in her hair, forcing her down his cock.
"A-about fucking... time..." Alex groaned, slamming his mother's head down one last time.
A fresh load of cum shot straight down her throat. Olivia's eyes watered as her son emptied his balls. Spurt after spurt flooded her belly, the taste of his salty seed lingering on her tongue. When his balls were finally empty, Olivia was released and allowed to pull back. She gasped for air, coughing and spluttering.
"Oh gosh, Sweetie," Olivia giggled, tasting the foul, bitter flavour on her tongue. "That was a lot of jizz down Mommy's throat," She licked her lips, savouring the taste of her cum, saliva and sweaty balls. "Such a wonderful flavour," She moaned, even though her eyes watered and her stomach churned.
"Fuck..." Alex gasped, flicking the last few drops of his spunk over her tongue. "I needed that... Almost makes your annoying bitching worth it."
Olivia continued to slurp and lick her son's cock clean. The taste was horrible, yet she felt a warm pride as she swallowed down every drop. She had done a good job and pleased her son.
"Oh!" Olivia chuckled as the realisation hit her. "You must have been pent up. That's probably why you were acting out so much, right?"
"Yeah sure, whatever," Alex shrugged, his interest in his mother already waning now that his dick was satisfied.
"Well, Mommy is just glad you understand where she is coming from," Olivia smiled and gave his cock a tender kiss. "And I am sorry if I came across as a little harsh. Here, let me clean you up."
Olivia lowered herself between her son's legs and began to lick and kiss his nutsack. Cleaning away all traces of sweat and cum. Her lips moved along his length, covering every inch in slobbery kisses. She'd become an expert in cleaning his cock, regardless of if he used her or Chloe, Mommy's throat was a toilet for his spunk.
"God, you're nasty," Alex laughed, feeling his mother's tongue reach to his taint. "Oh. Remind me to ask for a rim job tonight. It's been a while."
"Of course, baby," Olivia mumbled, her tongue cleaning under his nuts.
She was happy to do anything her son asked of her. As long as it meant her little man would be happy, then she was satisfied. After a thorough clean, she sat back up. Her lips covered in spit, the smell of balls still in her nose.
"Now, I hope you remember to respect the rules of the house," She said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "No more making extra messes or using my good underwear as a cumrag."
"Yeah yeah, I get it," Alex rolling his char back into place. His spent cock was left loose between his legs. "Now leave me alone. You're wasting my Sunday."
Olivia smiled, unsure if the tears in her eyes were from his cock hitting the back of her throat or if it was happiness. Either way, she was so proud of the man her son was becoming.
"Thank you for listening to your Mama," Olivia said, her voice dripping with praise. "Now I've got to put a load of laundry on."
"Cool," Alex mumbled, his attention already back on the video game. "Now that you're done being my cum rag, can you bring me a snack or something? I'm hungry. Also tell Chloe that I'm going to need a cock warmer in about an hour."
"Of course, Baby," Olivia sighed, her hands grabbing the basket and scooping up her clothes. Maybe one day her son would stop calling her such mean, filthy things all the time, but Olivia knew that the boy still loved her. She was his mother, after all.