Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Considering Jason had ripped both her blouse and her bra to shreds, I provided Isabelle with a unisex, black sweater. I had a bunch of them in storage -- after all, this wasn't my first rodeo. With her lust taken care of and feeling more shame than anything else, she couldn't get out of there fast enough.
"Alright, you two," I said, still stark naked, as I showed them the door, "Happy fucking."
As soon as they'd left, I had a martini while I congratulated myself on another job well done. Truth be told, I hadn't expected to see either of them again.
Isabelle was now fair game to Jason. He would have no reservations in using her as his personal slut, and she -- although officially against the whole thing -- would have very little choice but to give into her unchecked lust and put out for him, every chance she got.
About two weeks later however, I got a phone call from Jason, asking for a follow-up appointment. Pleasantly surprised and curious to see how they were doing, I penciled them in after my last appointment of the day -- figuring I'd be all horny and in the perfect mood to see them.
Jason was his usual self, horny and a tad boorish, as he squeezed my tits roughly for about five seconds before entering my office. I let him, of course. Isabelle was clearly less comfortable and was still carrying somewhat of a grudge towards me, as she shot me nothing but angry looks as she, too, walked in.
"It's good to see you again," I said, as they took a seat right next to each other on the big couch.
"Hey doc," Jason whispered as he reached out to push my skirt up, exposing my ruby red panties.
Isabelle sighed exasperated and shook her head, but didn't say a word.
"Maybe we should start by talking," I said, gently nudging Jason's hands away from my skirt. I had absolutely no problem with him touching me wherever he liked, but I realized I needed to give Isabelle a chance to vent first. She'd be much more inclined to be a slut afterwards...
I stepped back and sat down on the adjacent couch, but as I didn't pull my skirt back down, my panties were still lewdly on display. Isabelle glanced down in between my legs and disapprovingly shook her head again. I didn't care. Jason had something to look at, and that was more important.
"So, let me just start by saying, Isabelle, that I was surprised to see you here today. It couldn't have been easy for you, considering our previous session."
"Well, you got us into this mess. Besides, where else are we going to turn?" she barked.
"Alright, what can I do for you guys?" I asked, a huge grin on my face.
"We're still having problems," Jason blurted out, "She won't put out whenever I need her to."
"Oh, for crying out loud, Jason," Isabelle retorted, "We fuck every night, and twice in the weekend. Surely that's enough."
"Is that true?" I asked, "Do you fuck her every night?"
"Yes," he admitted, "But..."
I raised my hand, telling him to wait his turn.
"And does he make you cum, Isabelle?"
She looked at him, immediately calming down a little bit and whispered, in a softer voice, "Yes, almost every time."
"And did that happen a lot in any of your previous relationships?"
"Well, no... it's just..."
This time, I interrupted her by raising my hand.
"Alright, so... to sum up, Jason, you get sex on a daily basis... and Isabelle, you're getting more orgasms than ever before. So, exactly what is the problem here?"
"It's not so much the fucking as the other things," Jason replied, genuinely annoyed.
"What other things?" I asked, lewdly tugging my right nipple through my clothes.
"Well, blowjobs for starters," he blurted out.
"Really?" Isabelle shrieked, annoyed as she turned her head towards him, "I sucked your dick in the car over here. I can still taste your fucking sperm!"
"I didn't say you didn't give them," Jason said, "Just not enough."
"I didn't keep score, but I've given at least four blowjobs since the last time we were here," Isabelle sighed, not understanding what he was complaining about.
"Seven actually," he corrected her, unashamed.
Even more flabbergasted, Isabelle shrugged her shoulders and looked at me for help.
"Seven blowjobs in thirteen days is not bad, Jason. Most married men don't even get that many in a year," I grinned, feeling my cunt tingle as I said that.
"But she's not my wife... she's my whore!"
Isabelle gasped as she turned her head towards him, giving him an angry look. It was all for show however, as I could tell from her body language that that insult had made her rather horny.
"Alright, let's forget about the blowjobs for a minute. What else could be better?" I asked, eager to add to Isabelle's frustration.
"Well, I'd like to go down on her a lot more than she lets me," Jason added, briefly squeezing the lewd bulge in his pants. Discouraged, Isabelle put her hands on both sides of her face and spoke in a loud, clear, exasperated voice, "Jason, you licked me during my lunch break!"
"Yes, that's today," he admitted. Before he could whine any more on the topic, Isabelle said, "Oh, for god's sake Jason, these past two weeks, you've eaten my twat under the shower, in front of the TV, on the stairs, on the kitchen sink, on the dining room table and yesterday, during my call with nanna."
Then she turned to me again and added, "I tell you, sometimes I feel like a fucking ice cream cone."
I chuckled and got up. I grabbed my panties with both hands and gave them three powerful tugs, ripping them in half as I promptly straddled Jason.
"Well, it seems to me like you're having a lot of fun together," I whispered as I reached down and unzipped him, fishing out his hard dong with both hands -- while glancing over at Isabelle.
"Your mother is doing her best to be the biggest, fucking slut she can be," I whispered, looking straight at him, giving his dick a brief tug, underneath me.
"And Jason [gasp] here," I moaned, as I slid my wet pussy down over his fat pole, looking at Isabelle, "Is being the insatiable horn-dog his age requires him to be."
"These are [moan] growing pains [moan]," I whispered, "You guys have only been [moan] fucking for two weeks [moan], these little problems [moan] will work themselves out [moan] if you give it a little more time."
"What about her tits?" Jason grunted, turning his head towards her.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, not that again," Isabelle reacted, taking her eyes off our crotches long enough to roll her eyes upwards in an annoyed manner.
"What... is [moan] the problem?" I asked as I glanced over at her, riding Jason a little faster and wilder.
"He's obsessed with my tits! He wants me to take them out at the most inconvenient times."
"So?" I asked, feverishly bouncing up and down Jason's fat dick.
"Sometimes, I am just not in the mood. Last night for instance, he was on the couch and I was sucking his dick, on my hands and knees. It was pretty dark... and he asked me to take off my sweater and bra and hang my jugs out, can you believe that?"
"Well... yeah," I replied, putting my hands on top of my head, really smashing my cunt down on Jason's wonderfully fat cock.
"But, it was dark, and I was on all fours... he wouldn't have been able to see them anyway."
"That's not [moan] the point. You're [grunt] not just his mother anymore [moan] Isabelle, you're his whore [grunt] too. It's his prerogative to [moan] see them whenever he wants," I replied.
She didn't say anything for a few seconds. She'd never admit it, but she was getting turned on. And not just from seeing me fuck her son, but also from my nasty remarks.
