Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2023 10:28:15 -0700 From: Hey All Subject: Endurance Cocksucking with Mom (bisexual, incest) "Endurance Cocksucking with Mom" by HeyAll Note: The following story contains f/m/m incest between mom and two sons, father/daughter incest, and f/f sex. Thank you to Nifty for hosting erotic stories. Be well, everyone. Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories ~~~~~ Present Day: The Interview ~~~~~ On this early morning we're having coffee at her home and it's our third meeting. The room is adorned with chic furniture, an unused fireplace, and lavish artwork. My laptop is open. Nothing is written yet beyond some bland notes. My job is to turn Andrea's life story into a luminous memoir. When we first met, she told me, `I either write the book or sell the jewels. I'm sentimental about the jewels.' She was quoting legendary actress Ava Gardner, by the way. This is about money for her. Nothing else. She's reached the point in her career where the big roles come less often while her spending habits remain the same. This is my first time being a ghostwriter for a celebrity's memoir. I expected to have a lot of notes by now, but so far we've been having too much fun talking and getting to know each other. I'm struck by her charm. She's 51 years old and she looks her age, without all the Hollywood makeup, and she's content being barefoot and wearing a robe. "So is this what you wanted to do with your life?" she asks. "Hang around with celebrities, get all the gossip and write on their behalf?" Andrea sits back and sips her coffee. It's a genuine question. I appreciate that she wants to know me better. She's beautiful and her eyes sparkle like jewels. "I actually write for a living, or at least I try. I wrote a novel a few years ago, which hardly anyone read. And I have a few tv credits for lesser known shows." "Ah, right. My agent mentioned something about that. Guess I forgot." "That's okay. Most people have." "Looking to get back into writing your own stuff?" "I'm always working on more novels. Hopefully I'll get a tv gig as well, which is stable income." "How does it feel being a ghostwriter?" she asks. "Writing my book, which will have my name on it, and no one will know who you are. Be honest." "It pays the bills. That's my honest answer." She nods. "It'll pay my bills, too. My accountants think this is a great idea, so do my agents. I should add that my agents are looking to secure a mini-series on Netflix for me. They always overpay." "We should start there. Your spending habits. Was there something in your childhood that made you a lavish spender as an adult? Did you grow up poor?" "Now you're getting boring," she says. "We have a book to write. Remember? Bills to pay." Andrea takes a sip of coffee and then gives me a long stare. It's a strangely intimidating stare, she's in deep thought, and she doesn't mind making me wait. She takes a big gulp of coffee and puts the coffee down after getting the caffeine she needs. "If I tell you a different story, will you promise to write about it?" "That's what we're doing right now," I say. "No, no, I'm not talking about my memoir. I'm talking about a side project for you. Something for you to write, publish in a magazine, or some erotic website online, or make a book about it. I really don't care. I just want a certain story told. Change the names, of course. I don't ever want this traced back to me." This grabs my attention like nothing else, especially since she mentioned erotic websites. In all our time together, she had always presented herself as a carefree spirit, wearing little makeup. Wearing little around the house. Often barefoot. Often braless. Now she looks serious. "Sure, I can do that. What's on your mind?" "First of all, don't type this. Don't write it down. Just remember it. I don't want this coming back to me. Above all else, never mention my name associated with this. Strictly anonymous. Are we clear?" "Yes, I understand." "Repeat that back to me." "This won't be included in your memoir. If it's good I'll write it and post it somewhere. And don't forget, I've already signed a bunch of non-disclosure agreements." She nods. "Fair enough." "What's the story about?" "Something that happened over a year ago. I'd been a vegan for a long while, for spiritual and ethical reasons. It felt amazing at first, but as I started training for another marathon, I noticed some problems. I looked older, with more lines around my eyes and mouth. My workouts weren't as good. I didn't recover as fast. I started to fatigue when going long distances." "You want me to write a story about a vegan diet and marathon running?" "That's the pretext," she says. "But trust me, you'll want to hear this. Shall I have the maid bring you some wine?" "I don't drink this early. Why? Is this story so compelling that I'll need wine?" "Maybe. Do you find mothers who suck their sons to be a good story?" "You're kidding." "Never at this hour." I look into her eyes and she's serious. "Tell me everything." ~~~~~ The Story of Andrea ~~~~~ The marathon is days away and I'm staying in the city's finest hotel. It's morning and I'm in my room. My sons are somewhere, probably looking for attractive women and they're old enough to take care of themselves. My top priority is having a respectable result in the race. The world is watching. Plus I want to be an inspiration to my boys. I'm naked when I pull the curtains open. The sun shines across my figure. Anyone outside can see a nude celebrity if they'd look in my direction. On the bed is my close friend Nandini who's a retired supermodel. She's also naked, playing on her phone. We're around the same age, same slender figure, but she's a dark skinned Indian woman who was raised in London and educated around the world. We've been friends for close to 20 years, but it's the last 10 years that we've been eating each other out. I've already brushed my teeth but the taste of her pussy still lingers in my mouth. I walk to the bed and poke between her butt cheeks with my finger, grazing her anus. "Room service? Or do you feel like going downstairs?" Nandini is still on her phone. "I can barely walk after your tongue trick. Order something. I'll have the usual." I pick up the phone and order room service. Tofu scramble with sauteed vegetables, a side of tempeh bacon, seasonal fruit salad, and a smoothie with plant-based milk. Of course, we put on robes when the service comes. We work hard to keep our secret. You never know if someone will report this to the tabloids. When the room service guy leaves with a generous tip, we ditch the robes. I'm always in awe of Nandini's sculpted figure. A lifetime of yoga and pilates will do that, plus she has great genetics, all models do. Her black nipples are divine and I'd rather have that than my breakfast, but nipples won't fuel a marathon. It feels like sorority as we're sitting naked on the bed, eating and watching the big screen tv. The food is delicious but I feel the stress weighing on me. "I'm going to make a fool of myself. I know it." "The marathon? Why?" she asks. "My training sucked. I'm always strong at the start, especially with whole foods and coffee, but my energy has been fading toward the end. It was never like that before. I get that I'm getting older, but this is ridiculous. I'm legit terrified of not being able to finish and people taking my picture of my worst moment." "Did you get a blood test?" "Yep, the results are balanced." "What does your trainer say?" "He thinks it's my diet, but my blood test is normal. I don't know. I'm thinking about going back to eating meat. That's what my trainer suggests." "Do you supplement at all?" she asks. "Vitamins, juices, stuff my trainer gives me." "No, I mean other supplements." "Are you secretly injecting stuff? Or do you secretly eat meat?" Nandini squints her eyes. "No one explained this to you?" "Apparently not." She takes our plates of half-eaten food and puts them on the table, then she comes back to the bed. We're sitting so close that our nipples almost touch. "My dear, a vegan diet only takes you so far," she says. "Honestly, I still can't believe that no one in the fitness club explained this to you. It must have been an oversight. Or maybe you're so famous that they wanted to protect your reputation." "It's steroids, isn't it?" "Steroids work, but they're bad for longevity. Vegan diets can also work, but they're difficult to fuel a marathon run. Especially at our age. We prefer a holistic and pleasurable approach to endurance." "Now you're getting me all worked up," I say. "The secret is between a man's legs. I'm not saying it's an absolute medical fact. But that's what works for me and other ladies in the fitness club." "You must be joking. Cum?" "Nature's perfect food. Calories, protein, live enzymes, and essential nutrients that are difficult to find in plant based foods. Delicious, too. Though I must admit that it's an acquired taste. Not anyone can handle it, certainly not a diet for the weak." I believe every word that Nandini says because she's a total liberal hippie and she's far more holistic than I am. She's also the most sexually liberated person (man or woman) that I've ever met in my life. Mostly our sexual discussions revolve around what pleasures we want from each other. Not from other men. "And this is better than supplements?" I ask. "The real thing is often better than supplements." "You must be drinking an insane amount of cum to be fueling yourself for a marathon." Nandini laughs. "First of all, I don't drink, I swallow. There's a difference. Secondly, all that's needed is one serving a day. And be consistent. The nutrients accumulate over time, which prevents any deficiencies." "Too bad I'm single." "No you're not." "Eating your pussy doesn't count." She gives a playful sigh. "Okay, now I'll tell you the real secret." "Oh good, there's more to this madness." "It's best to keep your cum-source within close proximity. You know, in the family. A few of our friends do that at home. The last thing anyone needs is some idiot dude going on social media, telling the world that you're a daily cum guzzler." "Lucky husbands." "Not exactly." "Then who?" "Lucky sons," she says. "Older men don't produce enough potent semen. As for a son, well that speaks for itself. They're strong, high testosterone, and very horny. Plus they'll never tell anyone. Too shameful." I think about Nandini's family, a household of a husband, son, and two daughters. All adults. All living together in a huge Beverly Hills home, because why would any young person ever want to move out of that? I can only imagine what the scene looks like in that household, the depths of their depravity. "Okay, now you've gotten me titillated. But still, I remain skeptical. I mean, come on. A son? The women in our social circle have handsome sons, including yours, but I'm not sure I believe this." "Honey, I still get paid top dollar for modeling gigs. And I'm in my 50's, which is extremely rare in my industry. When it comes to health and fitness and skin care, I know what I'm talking about. The results speak for themselves." When she turns around and bends over to grab her phone on the counter, I can see her dark asshole and parts of her labia, then she sits on the bed again. She sifts through her phone and hands it to me. A video is playing. Nandini is on her knees giving a blowjob to her husband. They're both naked in the bedroom during daytime and she's holding the phone like she's taking a selfie. Even then, it looks like she's posing for a photoshoot. "That's my secret file. Keep swiping for more." I swipe for the next video and Nandini is standing in the backyard pool wearing a bikini, while her son is sitting on the edge with his feet in the water, getting blown by mom. Someone else is recording this video from a reasonable distance and I wonder who's holding the camera. The father? While I could watch the mom/son bj video all day, I swipe again because I want to know what other secrets my dear friend has. It's a video of Nandini's oldest daughter on her knees, giving oral to the father in the living room, while Nandini is beside her, holding her hair. The youngest daughter is nearby, waiting for a turn. "Yikes, your daughters, too." "Once they turned 18 they were allowed into the secret. They're both vegans by choice, so it was important to get them involved quickly. It's about having good health and longevity. And I also wanted their taste buds acclimated to cum from male family members." I swipe a few more times, giving the videos in her private collection a skim, until I see something that catches my eye. It's an edited compilation video of Nandini and her daughters taking cum shots in their mouths from the father and son. To the average person, this looks like porn recorded on a phone, but it's clear that pleasure isn't the goal. They aren't doing it for the sake of being perverts and being titillated. Nandini was being truthful when she said it was about health. The family of women swallow as if going to a spa and downing a fruit/vegetable smoothie. Pleasure is merely a byproduct. I notice their skin. Glowing and beautiful. The daughters are radiant like their mother. And the mother barely has any wrinkles for a woman at that age. I resist the urge to judge her. Maybe when I'm alone and have time to reflect I'll have a different opinion, but at the moment, with Nandini looking at me, I keep a composed reaction. Family members sucking each other off would normally disgust me. It should disgust sane-minded individuals. There's a reason it's illegal and morally frowned upon. But she's my best friend and I try to keep an open mind. After all, this is the woman I get most of my life advice from. Her advice is always golden. And I must admit, seeing her beautiful daughters swallowing is doing something wicked to me. I realize that I'll need some serious self-reflection later as to why there's a stirring feeling between my legs, which threatens to put a stain on the bed where I'm sitting. Nandini closes her phone then looks at me. Her dark nipples have turned erect, which means that revealing her family's sexual routine has aroused her. She's always been an exhibitionist at her core. "What do you think?" she asks. "My pussy is fucking wet. Though I feel ashamed for admitting that." "Why?" "Because I've known them their whole lives. And they're your son and daughters. I mean, my god. That's incest. Not that I'm judging you. It's just shocking to see. They look so much like you, which makes it even more bizarre." She laughs. "Of course. They have my genes. But anyway, this is the big secret. It's how I can compete in endurance competitions as a middle-aged vegan." "I could never do something like this." "Why not?" "I'm tabloid fodder. Too much paparazzi around me, which I love. But anytime I'm seen with a guy, it's news. Besides, it's too late to find a date before the marathon." "So you're just going to risk public humiliation by crawling to the finish line? Worse, maybe you'll collapse in front of the cameras." "My trainer is giving me vitamins and protein shakes," I say. "Powdered protein from a container, just to clarify. Don't get any dirty ideas." "You have a better alternative." "Which is?" "Jeremy and Matthew." A shiver runs down my spine, hardening my nipples, when she mentions my sons. I love them with all my heart, in a maternal way, of course. I had always assumed that most real life incest cases are predatory and between father/daughter. Sure there are mom/son scenarios, but those seemed rare. Just a longstanding opinion that I had. For context, they're both young adults and I brought them here because I wanted them to see the race. I've run three marathons in my life and they've attended each race. Seeing the smiles on their faces as I crossed the finish line is its own reward. That's one of the fundamental rules of parenting, to lead by example. If you work hard and have discipline, then big dreams are possible. I can see why Nandini would suggest them. Though the thought is striking. "You can't be serious." "Hey, do you want a respectable showing for the marathon? Or not?" "Of course I do. But..." She stops me. "How about this. We'll use the gym downstairs for a fitness challenge on the treadmill. Then you can make a serious decision." "How so?" "If I smoke you on a fitness challenge, then you'll have to give this serious consideration. I'm doing this for your benefit." "This is absolutely sick and perverted. You're on." We get dressed at a casual pace to let the food digest. I text my sons, letting them know where I'll be. They respond and let me know that it's fine because they're still busy with their adventures. You know how young men are. There are several people in the gym, many of whom are participants in the marathon. I can tell by looking at them because marathon runners have a distinct physique. Nandini demonstrates her fitness as we both step on a treadmill. A five mile run, fast pace, steep incline which makes it grueling. It's my first time doing an intense run with something so consequential on the line. After 40 minutes we step off the treadmills and she's proven herself by having a lower heart rate and more energy to spare. Don't get me wrong, I'm still in top shape compared to the rest of the population, but running a marathon is a different beast. "Thoughts?" she asks. "Okay, you win." There's a boastful smile on her face as she stands strong with her hands on her hips, chin held high, sweat pouring down her face and body. Goodness, she looks delicious. "We basically eat the same diet," she says. "But I'm using the special sauce. See the difference?" "Point made." "So are you interested? Need help getting started? Let me know and I'll arrange an excellent program for you." "You make it sound effortless." "It takes time getting accustomed to. I won't deny that. But the benefits for everyone involved are priceless. Totally worth the endeavor." "We should talk in the sauna," I say. "There's more privacy." "Right." We strip in the locker room, wash our sweat in the shower, then head to the sauna. Nandini looks like a goddess, walking naked with a towel wrapped around the top of her head. I opt for a more conservative approach, keeping the towel wrapped around my body. No one recognizes us without makeup. If they do, they don't say anything. Though my friend's godly figure should be a giveaway that she's someone famous. There are two older women in the sauna and we sit away from them. I ditch my towel and get naked. The women don't recognize me. I've never done a nude scene before, so no one would recognize my nipples. After a few minutes of enjoying the heat and steam, the two women leave and we have privacy to speak our minds. "I'm not interested. I don't need any family drama. But, you know, just out of curiosity, what if I was? How exactly would it work?" She lifts an eyebrow. "Is it more than just curiosity?" "I'm making conversation. The process sounds so bizarre that I'm intrigued." "First of all, you'd have to get your sons onboard." "Which is impossible." She shakes her head, smiling. "The mother is the ultimate prize for the majority of young men. Believe it or not. Especially when the mother looks like you." "That would be a strange and painfully awkward conversation. `Can I give you a blowjob? I need it for the marathon.' How humiliating, but also hilarious." She laughs. "That'll work. Seriously. Your sons are literally scouring this city for women as we speak. Why not their mother? One of the biggest movie stars around." "Because I'm their mother." "Your philosophy is wrong. You being their mother is precisely why it'll work. Think about it. They'll never get their hearts broken at this tender age. I believe it's a mother's duty to guide their offspring into loving relationships. Let them learn about love and intimacy the right way. Help them become men." That line resonates with me. Matthew is the oldest at 22 and he's a complete womanizer. Good looks, privileged background, and a darling of the social scene. My biggest fear is that he'll get someone pregnant or sleep with the wrong women. I do my best to curtail his primal urges, but the young man is a freight train with an overactive cock. Jeremy is 19 and he's the opposite. He's shy, intelligent, easy going, and curious about women. He spends a lot of time with Matthew, who teaches him `the game' and how to date, but shyness prevents him from being successful with women. I give Jeremy pointers here and there, how to approach women and become more assertive. He listens, but he's too analytical about everything. I explain this to Nandini and I swear her dark nipples are turning erect, even in the steamy sauna. She nods along, listening to my thought process. "This program is definitely for you," she says. "I'm still not convinced. I mean, it would change my family dynamic forever." "Are you saying that Matthew and Jeremy don't love blowjobs?" "Most likely they do." "Then what's so complicated?" "Well, even if I were interested, I wouldn't know where to start." "Leave that to me. I'll start by sending Jeremy and Matthew some flirty, but direct text messages. Something about how I've desired them for years and now it's our chance to play. I'll blindfold them. That's when you enter the room to extract the vital nutrients. That'll ease everyone into the program." "Impressive." "Afterward, the conversation will be much easier since they'll have a sample of what you can offer them. The most awkward part would already be completed." "It's that easy?" "Men always are." "Do you really think it'll work?" "I've been in the modeling industry for decades. I know how to lure men into blowjobs. Once that's done, you set the rules. You can get anything you want." "They're my sons." "A dick is a dick. And you'll become a better, more involved mother. Everybody wins." My heart pounds faster while Nandini looks so confident, being openly excited about having me do something like this. After showering and getting dressed, we have lunch at a nearby restaurant. Vegan food with tofu protein. The coconut cream sauce ironically makes me think of `the program.' Afterward we go to a coffee shop where Nandini sends a volley of text messages to my sons. She's having a blast, telling them that she wants to suck them dry. That it'll be a secret in her hotel room. That she wants them blindfolded, as a kink. She even sends a selfie picture of herself blowing a kiss to prove that it's a genuine message. Meanwhile I sign a few autographs and take pictures with fans who recognize me. Mostly women. Both young and mature. Most of my audience are older women, the soccer-mom types, if that expression is still being used. I smile for pictures in the coffee shop, but my mind is on Nandini, sitting at the table with her back against the wall, sending lascivious text messages to my boys. Nandini finishes texting and she shows me her phone. She has separate conversations with each of my sons. I skim the long messages. My sons are surprised, cautious, and excited by this turn of events. They think they're getting blowjobs from an international supermodel, but in reality it'll be from their mother. "What if I can't do it?" "Are you having second thoughts?" "Of course. I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach." "Then I'll have to do the job myself. Everyone leaves happy. It'll be discreet." When the time is right, we walk across the street to the hotel. Nandini goes to her room and my sons will be there. She'll text me when they're blindfolded. Waiting is agony. I'm oddly aroused. But also terrified. My friend is a seductress and she's working her sex magic. Eventually I get the message to come to her room. My heart pounds and the door to her hotel room is slightly open with a door stopper. I enter, then close the door behind me. The curtains are wide open and sunlight beams. My sons are sitting on the bed, blindfolded, with their pants down and their hard cocks pointed upwards, expecting to be sucked by an Indian goddess. Nandini gets on her knees in front of them, then strokes their cocks. They moan from the touch. They moan again when Nandini kisses the tips of their dicks. She looks at me and nods. Nandini mouths the words, `Get over here.' And she gestures for me to get on my knees, between the hard cocks. I tuck my hair behind my ears and walk to them. My sons hear my footsteps, which they know belong to a woman because my footsteps are light. This excites them to have two women in the room. I get on my knees. They're about to be even more excited. ~~~~~ Present Day: The Interview ~~~~~ A phone call interrupts the story and Andrea gets up to have a conversation. I don't pay attention to what she's saying. All I'm thinking about is the notion that a world-famous actress engaged in oral sex with her sons. I'm spellbound looking at her, that messy hair, the opening robe, her superstar smile as she laughs. The call ends and she sits and takes a sip of coffee. "Where was I?" "You entered Nandini's hotel room. Your sons were there." "Ah, right. So that was the first time I'd ever seen their erections, and it was at the same time, which was overwhelming. I was scared, terrified even, but oddly aroused. Nandini is a genius, because the fact that my sons were blindfolded made things so much easier. It gave me the confidence to explore and push forward. I got on my knees beside her. The cocks throbbed because they knew there were two women in the room. She continues, "When I hesitated, Nandini took the lead and sucked the tip of my youngest son's cock. I had never been so wet in my life. I swear. It pushed me over the edge and I did the same thing with my other son. They were in heaven, my sons. Both enjoying warm, feminine mouths. Nandini was more comfortable sucking because this wasn't incest to her. To me, I was blowing my son for the first time. She watched me while having a cock in her mouth. She was thrilled seeing me do the same. She continues, "The rest of that session was a basic blowjob for them. I gave my sons head. I felt horrible, but it was delicious. They both came in my mouth. Nandini had them stand and she guided their cocks toward me. She helped stroke them. Yeah, it was overwhelming from a mental and sexual standpoint. It was also a mouthful. I had never been with two guys at once before. I'd certainly never had that much cum in a single session." "Did your sons ever find out?" I ask. "The next day." "How did that happen?" "I had sex with Nandini the following morning and she kept asking if I thought about my sons. If I enjoyed the experience. That sort of thing. I was honest about my feelings. She said the first step was complete, the second step was informing Matthew and Jeremy so it could become a regular thing. Nandini was preparing our family for a long term program. She continues, "I never saw or heard the actual conversation. That was Nandini's expertise. They met in her hotel room and she explained everything to my sons. I waited in the hotel lobby, wondering if my life would come crashing down. If my sons would hate me, or think I'm some pervert. She continues, "I got a text message to go to Nandini's room. My sons were there, naked, very nervous, very hesitant. No blindfolds. We saw each other and it was painfully awkward. Very awkward. Nandini smiled and said it was time for the next session. The marathon was approaching, after all. From that moment, to the day of the marathon, we did twice-a-day sessions for nutrients. Lots of swallowing, including the morning of the marathon." "How did you do? The marathon." A glowing smile sweeps her pretty face. Without makeup, her age shows, but her energy is radiant and there's a reason she's a movie star. "I did better than expected. Much better. Yeah, it was a great showing. I finished the marathon with energy to spare." "And you think it was because of this program Nandini gave you?" "I don't have science to back these claims. But it's my experience." "Do you still do it?" "Within reason. I don't want to spoil them. The program keeps my sons at a healthy level, in terms of dating and relationships. Equally as important, it's also for my benefit. Being an aging actress is difficult. I have to do something to maintain my appearance. It's great skin care. It gives me an edge." We stare at each other in silence. She's curious about my response. "I don't think I believe you." "Oh?" "I think it's your fantasy. You're living your fantasy by telling me this story, hoping I believe it. Hoping I publish this story somewhere." "Well, I want this story to find an audience with mothers who engage in this practice. That's my reasoning. Oh, and my story is absolutely true." "Can you prove it?" She keeps a straight face. "Asshole." Andrea tosses her table napkin across her food and gets up to leave the room. I'm left wondering if this is the end of our relationship, which is awful news because I need the money. The last thing I want is having burned a bridge. No one comes back. Not even the maid to collect the dishes. I assume this is over after 15 minutes of waiting and I stand and leave. When I approach the living room, I see something that stops me cold. It's far, but I can see it clearly. Them in another room. Through a window. Andrea is completely naked, her robe is on the floor, while her adult sons have their pants off. She's sitting on the couch next to a son. The other son stands inches away from her with a big flaccid cock. They're far, but I can see a string of fluid connecting her mouth to the penis. She'd just finish sucking him off. She looks up at him with admiration. A heavenly look in her eyes. She says something to her son, I can't hear it, but I can see the cum moving across her lips as she speaks. I'd never met her sons before, nor had I ever seen pictures of them, but I get the impression that the young man standing is the oldest. Matthew looks older and has more confidence being exposed in front of his mother. And he'd been given seniority in terms of getting sexual pleasure from mom. Andrea gives him a respectful look, even after sucking him off. Their eye contact doesn't break. Being the oldest son makes Matthew the man of the house. She licks her lips, devouring the remnants of cum. Jeremy is sitting beside her on the couch with an erection that still throbs. Unlike the older brother, Jeremy is more shy being exposed, with less confidence in his body language. He wants a turn and signals for the mother's attention by rubbing the back of her neck, giving a gentle pull. Andrea gets the message, licks her lips clean, then turns and lowers her head. She takes the cock halfway into her mouth and strokes the base furiously, sending her son into a frenzy of moaning and ecstasy. The young man is over the moon because of what mom is doing. This is a famous actress engaging in lewd acts of incest with her biological offspring and I'm gobsmacked by the casualness of their actions. She'd be ruined if the public ever found out. This would become the biggest news story in the world. The biggest sex scandal in history. True incest. Movie star. Andrea's stroking technique is impeccable and her lips never release the suction on her young son's penis. The son's body starts to jerk and tremble. The young man is cumming while Andrea is still sucking. I don't see the cum but it's obvious based on Jeremy's clenching body. She raises her head while her lips are still wrapped around the shaft and a glob of white fluid leaks from the overflow. She stops stroking, but she holds the penis in her hand while sucking. She licks around the head and cum drips down the shaft. Her tongue swirls to clean the mess. She loves the taste. The nutrients, too. When it's finished, Andrea sits upright and swallows. Her sons adore her. They're freshly sucked and the beneficiaries of amazing orgasms thanks to their mother. They caress her skin and stroke her hair and kiss her forehead and cheeks. She smiles, feeling loved. It's a different kind of mom/son love, one that's pure. The maid comes with small towels on one arm, and a new robe on the other arm, to replace the robe that's laying on the floor. They clean themselves, the sons wiping their cocks, the naked mother wiping her mouth. For a moment, I make eye contact with Andrea as she wipes herself. Her nipples are so hard. Her confidence in doing this is bewildering. I now understand why Andrea wants this story told. As she had mentioned earlier, she wants other mothers to feel understood by the general public. To feel seen. What started as nourishment for her body and a supplement to her vegan diet had blossomed into something affectionate. The End Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories