The Best Therapy ch. 05

Mary was busying herself with domestic work. After washing the dishes, she went to do some laundry and ironing. She was still mortified after being caught by her daughter while she was sucking Brad’s penis. She felt stupid about not having closed the door because she didn’t know Christine was hiding in the closet and thought she had entered the room after them. The only thing she knew for sure was that she hadn’t locked the door because she was too eager to suck her son. It had been worse than being caught by her mother because Eleanor was a slut in Mary’s book. But Christine was her little angel and she feared she had traumatized her daughter for life. She wasn’t aware that, at that very moment, her precious daughter was bobbing her head on her brother’s cock and loving it.

Dinner was awkward because of that and she didn’t take her eyes off her plate the whole time they were eating. She was afraid of the opinion her daughter had to have of her and it made her think a lot about what she had done with Brad. She thought back about her explanation to Christine and it seemed so ridiculous that she realized how stupid it really was. Maybe she should let Brad deal with his problem from now on. He was doing so much better and, if not, her slut of a mother would always be there to help, she thought bitterly.

She was folding a shirt when the phone rang. She went to answer and saw it was Carlisle, her husband. He had been calling a lot since Brad’s accident to check on them. He hadn’t been able to come back home to visit because he was working on an important project for his company, but he called often to know how things were. At first, she felt guilty to masturbate their son when she never did such a thing for her own husband, but that feeling soon disappeared because she realized she was just doing her motherly duty. At least it was what she had told herself because the real reason why the guilt faded away was that Brad was taking the place of the husband in her heart. But she wasn’t conscious of that yet.

She picked up the phone.

“Hello, Honey,” she answered.

“Hello, Dear. I’m calling to let you know I’ll be home Tuesday morning. My flight will arrive at 11 so is it possible for you to pick me up?” Carlisle asked her.

“Sure,” she replied. “But weren’t you supposed to come back next month?”

“Yes, I was, but I was able to free myself early. I really want to see how the kids are doing and I have something to talk to you about so my boss gave me 5 days off.” He informed her.

She should have been happy to have her husband coming home early, but she wasn’t. Ever since he started to work out of town they had become more acquaintances than husband and wife. He wasn’t home often and when he was, he spent more time with their kids than with her. It didn’t bother her because he took Brad to ball games, which she hated attending, and he listened to Christine’s gossip, which she found silly. Mary barely spent any time with Carlisle when he was home. When he was away, he didn’t call her very often but Brad and Christine had daily calls from him on their cellphones.

They still spoke a few minutes about Brad’s injuries before she ended the call.

“Alright, Honey, I’ll see you on Tuesday.” She said before hanging up.

Brad came in the living room during the phone call so she found him there when she went looking for him.

“Your father will be back home on Tuesday,” she informed him.

“Great,” he enthusiastically said.

He was glad to see his father but then he realized it could be catastrophic to have him here. Things had been great lately and his father’s presence could mean the end of it. So he was torn between the joy of seeing his dad and the dread of not having daily blowjobs any more. He could just hope that his dad coming home wouldn’t ruin the sexual vibe there was in the house, but he didn’t really believe it.

When Eleanor came into his room to give him his bedtime blow job, he really appreciated that moment because it could be one of the last he would experience. It also surprised him that his mother didn’t give him the blowjob because it was her turn, but his grandmother told him Mary wasn’t feeling well. Once Eleanor lips were closed on his cock he stopped thinking about his mother for the time being.

Mary woke up early on Sunday. It was Church day and she didn’t want to miss it. She took a shower and, when she went to dress, she chose an outfit that was very prude. She saw the slutty clothes she had bought and felt guilty and ashamed to have worn them. Today was a new day and she would again become the decent woman she really was. She’d be finished with the blowjobs and hand jobs she gave her son. She would become a good Christian again and forget about the indecent behavior she had had lately. Christine witnessing her mother sucking her own son’s penis had made Mary realize how low she had fallen. Wearing her long and unflattering dress and her flat shoes she drove to Church in silence.

Once there she was greeted by her friends, who asked her about Brad’s health. She was blushing when she told them he was doing much better. The sermon about the sin of lust hit home with Mary and fortified her resolve to go back to her old and respectable self. No more delicious blowjobs for her and no more contact with her son perfect cock. No more clothes that made her feel like a woman and made Brad look at her with hunger. She was done with all that.

Even though she had a new resolution, she was dreading to go home just yet. She was afraid she couldn’t resist it if Brad asked her for help. That’s why she had lunch with her church friends. Her mother would make lunch for the three of them when they realized she wasn’t coming back from Church. She expected someone to call, but nobody did. They must had figured out she was spending the day at Church. Finally, the moment to go home arrived so she said goodbye and drove home.

When she opened the door, the scene that greeted her was unbelievable, like out from a porn movie. Christine was kneeling before Brad and sucking his cock like a two dollars whore. Brad was sitting naked on the couch making out with Eleanor while he fondled her breasts. The more shocking thing was that both Christine and Eleanor were naked and Brad appeared to have his fingers inside his grandmother’s pussy.

An enormous rage took over Mary and she rushed to the tangled bodies. She took Eleanor by the hair and threw her on the floor. She also grabbed Christine by the hair, but dragged her to the door instead.

“To your room, NOW!” Mary said to her daughter, who ran to her room.

“You” she pointed at her mother, “I want you out of my house NOW, and don’t ever come back.”

She grabbed some clothes from the floor and threw them at Eleanor, not caring if they were hers or not. She then turned to Brad and also ordered him to go to his room, but in a kindlier way.

Afraid of her daughter, Eleanor dressed quickly and grabbed her purse near the front door. She left the house in a hurry and drove to the nearest bar. She needed a drink to think and calm down from the fright Mary had given her.

Mary too needed a drink, so she opened a bottle of wine. She sat on a chair in the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She was shaking with rage and anger. Today, she had decided to let her mother help Brad by herself until his hands were healed. She feared how much she was changing and she had not even realized it until she was caught by her daughter. She had finished her blowjobs the day before because she was still riding high on her horniness but, later, when the fire had calmed down, she had been able to think clearly about what had happened during the last three weeks. She shouldn’t have enjoyed helping her son so much and it scared her. She even had strange thoughts going on her head while she was with her son. She thought about cuddling with him or kissing him on the lips. A part of her who was self-conscious about her body loved when her son looked at her like she was a piece of meat. She didn’t want to go deeper into the rabbit’s hole, but maybe she didn’t have a choice.

That day, she had left Brad with her mother while she was at Church and that slut had taken advantage of this to have an orgy in the living room. She even managed to drag Christine into it. Mary was sure Eleanor hadn’t had to insist very much if you considered the way Christine had been sucking Brad’s dick. Mary was sure that the reason why her daughter spent so much time out of the house and was so secretive about it was that she was learning to be a slut. She had to be sleeping around like her grandmother and those two sluts took advantage of poor innocent Brad to quench their lust. She was sure her Brad had been forced to go along with them. He couldn’t have been a willing participant. Christine and Eleanor must have had to make him agree to that after he had waited in pain for hours with his testicles full. Obviously, she couldn’t trust anybody but herself to properly take care of her son. Mary would have to forbid Christine to do anything with her brother and get rid of Eleanor.

She was drunk and determined when she went upstairs. She knocked on Brad’s room and entered without waiting for permission. He was sitting on his bed wearing only shorts and reading on his Ipad.

“How are you feeling, Honey?” Mary asked her son lovingly.

“Fine, Mom.” He answered, surprised by his mother’s tone of voice. He expected yelling, disappointment or disgust, but not worry.

“I’m sorry I left you here alone with those two skanks, Baby. I should have known better than trusting my mother,” she said with tears in her eyes. She wanted to comfort him so she hugged him tightly and kept apologizing.

Brad was completely lost. He couldn’t understand what was happening. His mother had just caught him making out with his naked and gorgeous grandmother while his naked hot piece of ass of a sister was sucking his cock, but his mother made it look like he had been attacked by a grizzly bear. Nobody would call having two babes sucking his cock a traumatic experience.

Now that he knew he wasn’t going to be castrated by his mother, Brad thought back about what had happened in the morning.

As had become the norm those days, he was woken up by a mouth on his cock. The difference this morning was that the mane of hair above his groin wasn’t brown, but blonde. He understood immediately that his sister was sucking his cock. He didn’t know why she was so eager to suck his cock or make out with him, but he didn’t complain. He had been reluctant the previous day to have any sexual contact with his sister, but now he was all for it. Being full of cum after a night of sleep, it didn’t take long for him to give his sister her protein shake breakfast. Christine wasn’t positioned right in order to be able to drink her brother’s offering, but what escaped her mouth just landed on his stomach.

She thought it wasn’t practical for Brad to shoot his loads so fast. She didn’t have the time to enjoy a wad of cum before the next one arrived. It was like eating in a hurry at a five stars restaurant, only worse. Thankfully, her grandmother wasn’t there to steal the cum she had earned that morning. After swallowing all the semen she could there still was a sizable amount of it on Brad’s stomach. So, very slowly, she began to lick his stomach clean of it. Christine loved doing it because she could savor every lick she made. She hadn’t thought in advance that there would be a puddle of cum on Brad’s stomach at the end of her blow job, but it turned out to be a happy accident.

“Thanks, Sis,” Brad thanked her, “You can wake me up like this anytime you want.”

“You’re welcome. And I might take you up on that offer because I love to suck you big cock.” She teased him as she sat back on her knees. She didn’t have experience in sex, but her friends talked about it, a lot. Apparently, guys loved when a girl talked dirty to them and praised their genitals. It didn’t matter if the guy had a tiny dick, you had to make him feel like he was hung like a horse. Of course, with Brad, she didn’t have to lie.

“Wow, Sis. I didn’t know you could be so slutty,” he said surprised.

“For you, Brad, I can be anything you want,” she sassily told him.

“Cool,” he responded like a blockheaded teenage boy. He was so used of seeing his mother and grandmother acting like sluts that he found it normal when his sister did too. He didn’t question her motives. And now that she was kneeling on his bed he could see what she was wearing, and it was not much. She was wearing a pink T-shirt, which was probably four years old and too small for her, and a pair of white panties. That was it. Her T-shirt stopped just above her bellybutton and it was so tight on her that her big tits seemed to bulge out of her body. He had never really seen her showcasing her boobs like that and it made them bigger than he thought they were.