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."
