Incest/Taboo Mother - Settling the Score

"I truly appreciate this opportunity, Burke," Claire said. "I know that I don't have much experience, but I'm a quick study."

"I've every confidence in you," Burke Chandler reassured her. "You've made an excellent start."

She knelt before him, fully clothed but with her blouse unbuttoned and pulled loose from her charcoal slacks. She'd carefully chosen a low-cut white lace bra that lifted and pushed her large breasts together, exposing the tops of her areolae and affording Burke a full view of her softly shadowed cleavage. She opened his trousers and slid them down over his thighs.

It was eight in the evening on a Friday, and though Travis & Chandler people were workaholics the executive floor offices were relatively quiet this evening. Burke had invited her into his corner office to "discuss her initial assignments."

She couldn't wait to see his cock.

Three weeks ago, she'd moved into temporary rooms in Sherill Cross. Since reactivating her law license she'd put in eighteen-hour days getting up to speed and becoming productive on the civil cases to which Simone had assigned her as second chair. She divided her limited free time between exploring her artsy urban neighborhood's antique shops and funky restaurants, and furious bouts of fucking Matt Ellis. Claire had shed the weight of the world when she'd walked out on her marriage, and discovered that her reawakened sexuality neatly complemented her revitalized career ambitions.

Whenever Matt's tongue or cock wasn't buried in one of her persistently needy holes, they'd mapped out her strategy for establishing herself quickly within the inner circles at Travis & Chandler. "You know I'll be fucking them all," she'd cautioned him. "You're the one who told me how the game is played at this firm."

Matt had accepted that with characteristic good humor. "You'd better be prepared for Burke, then. He's, ah, 'prodigiously endowed' is the way my grandma would put it."

"Your grandmother talks a lot dirtier than mine." Claire had tried not to show that the information especially intrigued her. "And you're pretty prodigious yourself, mister. So, let's practice. Bring that big dick over here, and grab hold of something."

So Claire had thought she knew what to expect. But when she tugged Burke's undershorts off she found herself staring in wide-eyed shock as the long, hard rod of flesh sprang free from its confinement...and kept growing bigger and harder before her eyes, the soft wrinkled skin of the shaft becoming shiny and taut as a drum and the head darkening with surging blood.

"Oh, God." She creamed in her panties, feeling the damp spot grow as the silk soaked up her flowing juices. Perversely, at the same time, her mouth went dry with anxiety. That wouldn't do, not at all, not now. She slid both hands under Burke's ball sack, fondling his plum-sized nuts. He shifted forward on the leather seat to make it easier for her to play. She stalled, struggling to regain her composure. Could she swallow that whole beautiful column of meat? Could she even get the head in her mouth?

"Is there a problem, Claire?"

Her cheeks flushed hot and her heart raced. "Oh! No, sir! Nothing I can't handle." That was sheer bravado. She wasn't at all sure that she could handle this monster. She kissed the tip of his glans, tentatively swiping her tongue across the leaking slit. That did the trick; the musky aroma and taste of him started her saliva flowing. The muscular sheath of her cunt channel spasmed in reflexive anticipation of taking this monster inside.

Her body knew what it wanted. Her brain was just along for the ride.

The warm, spongy flesh of Burke's cock yielded enough that Claire was able to just barely get the crown into her mouth. It was like trying to swallow a tennis ball. She released him for a moment and inhaled deeply, fighting her gag reflex.

Burke looked amused. "There's no rush." He laid his hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward again. "To tell the truth, I've had relationships end at this point." Claire smiled at that and brushed her pouting lips over his cock-head, rolling her tongue around the flaring corona, lathing the beast with saliva. Steeling her resolve, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and eased him inside once more. The fit was glove-tight. His pulse throbbed against her cheeks and tongue. Pressing forward, she lodged his glans in the back of her throat and stopped again. She guessed she could manage maybe an inch or two more, at most, before conceding defeat.

"Why don't you jack me off for a while?" Burke phrased it as a suggestion but his manner was commanding. Claire gripped the base of his cock between her index fingers and thumbs; she needed both hands to encircle the mammoth thing. Moaning softly around the bulbous knob in her throat, she moved her hands from the root of his prick up to her tightly-stretched lips and back again. She pumped up and down his shaft while sucking his cock-head in rhythm.

That did the trick. Slick fluid drizzled from Burke's cock, lubricating her throat's lining. At the same time, her esophageal muscles dilated enough that she could swallow more of him. Claire sensed that her throat wanted this prick as badly as her cunt did. Her confidence returned, little by little, with every additional fraction of an inch of fuck-meat that she swallowed.

Burke looked down with satisfaction at Claire purposefully working more and more of his cock down her throat, her eyes closed and her nostrils flared, her glossy lips impossibly stretched around his blood-engorged missile. At one point, when she looked like she might pull back again he curled his fingers in her lustrous red hair, holding her head in place. He pushed his hips slowly but relentlessly forward. Her eyes bulged wide as inch after inch of thick cock forced its way past the moist, red oval of her lips. He kept pressing forward until she was close to panic.

"There, you've got most of it," he soothed, pulling out at last until only his cock-head remained in her mouth. He relaxed his grip on her head. "You're capable of so much more than you can imagine, Claire. But you have to commit."

Claire rejoiced in Burke's praise. She'd been briefly terrified when he'd grabbed her head and started thrusting into her mouth; she wasn't sure she'd survive a real face-fucking from a meat-hammer like his. Not without more experience first, anyway. But her body's reflexes had surprised her once again and, by the time he started withdrawing, the moist tissues of her mouth clung to the retreating shaft unwilling to let go. When he finally pulled completely free of her mouth she lunged forward instinctively, catching his cock crown between her lips and drawing it back inside.

She pushed her head forward again and this time her throat opened easily and her lips slipped halfway to the base of his prick with little resistance. She bobbed her head experimentally up and down the shaft, taking a little more of his massive fuck-rod each time. To her amazement, after half a dozen repetitions she could take most of him on every stroke.

Claire was learning a lot about herself lately. She was coming to believe that she truly was made for this. One thing was certain: both of her pantsuits were destined for the thrift store in the morning. Her pussy was flooding like the Nile in summer and she wanted badly to just yank her panties off. She wished she didn't still need both hands to manage this big dick so that she could at least shove one down inside her slacks and finger her cunt. She was near her boiling point and needed relief.

Burke could tell that Claire was heating up fast by the increasing ferocity of her sucking. With every forward plunge of her mouth, her tongue softly prodded the underside of his cock and the luxuriant warm cushions of her full lips clung to his flesh like rose petals to their stem.

Burke's experience was that no one sucked cock like an older woman who'd been betrayed by her partner. While many of the smart, attractive young associates he employed were good fucks, they were all keenly aware that they could always find a willing cock whenever they chose to open their legs. But a woman like Claire Henderson sucked with a hunger born of lost possibilities and the determination to seize the moment. Her anger was something that Burke knew how to nurture, hone to a sharp edge, and channel to the firm's benefit and to his.

Claire had the makings of a killer attorney as well as an excellent fuck.

So immersed in sucking cock was Claire that she didn't hear the doorknob turn, or the heavy oak office door swinging open on its old hinges.

"Very pretty." Claire froze at the sound of Simone Chandler's voice and started to pull away from Burke. He put his hand on her head again, holding her in place. Simone glided across the room with the runway walk that was second nature to her, coming to lean on the back of her husband's chair with one hand on her hip.

"I don't mean to interrupt." Simone pretended to pout. "I just wish that Burke wasn't always such a pig. He knew that I was tied up on a conference call." She batted him playfully on the head. "You could have waited, Love."

Claire exhaled. Matt had sketched in the outlines of the Chandlers' open marriage for her, of course. But he'd also cautioned that he was hardly an inside observer, and jealousy--that green-eyed devil--was so often in the details. It might have been better if she'd cleared this little rendezvous with Burke's wife beforehand, but how exactly did one broach such a subject to one's boss? Email? Text? A casual "By the way, I was thinking about my maybe blowing your husband later..." in the coffee room?

"How's her mouth?" Simone crouched beside Claire, eyes alight with perverse curiosity.

"Even better than I'd hoped." Burke stroked Claire's hair affectionately. "She's quite adaptable."

Simone's eyes ranged over Claire appraisingly, coming to rest on the growing dark spot at her crotch. "You're soaking, poor dear. Let's get you out of this mess." She moved behind Claire, helping her out of her jacket and slacks.

"How lovely! I envy you, darling; your ass is the perfect size for your body." Simone planted several light kisses on the pliant flesh of the redhead's buttocks, sending little sparks of pleasure through her. "You're about ready to pop, aren't you?" Simone reached up between Claire's legs, inserting two slim fingers into her vagina while brushing a third against her clitoris.

"Ah...Ohhhhhh! Oh God thank you!" Claire wailed as Simone's nimble fingertips made music inside her pussy channel. Simone's only answer was to reach around, grasp one of Claire's heavy breasts, and knead it gently. She caught the hard nubbin of the nipple between two fingers and squeezed.

The fresh stimulation of Simone expertly working over her erogenous zones added to the hot friction of Burke's cock in her mouth and Claire had a brief small orgasm that only whetted her appetite for more. She was disappointed when Simone stopped playing with her tits and pussy.

Then she felt Simone's hair tickling her inner thighs. Simone propped herself up on her elbows, reclining with her head between Claire's legs. She kissed Claire's pussy.

"Oh! Simone, I've never--"

"Been eaten out by a woman? You are an old-fashioned girl, aren't you? Makes this twice as much fun for me."

"Mmmm..." Claire moaned. Simone lapped at her pussy lips, spurring Claire to bob her head more rapidly on Burke's iron-hard cock. She was fully throating him now, sucking ever harder at his shaft as Simone's pointed tongue poked into her vagina and dabbed at her sensitive inner tissues, setting off an erotic tingle from her tits to her toes. "Ungh...oooh, you're tearing me up."

Simone's only response was to extend her tongue to probe deeper inside Claire and to roll it slowly around her sensitive inner walls. Claire's throat so was completely stuffed with Burke's cock-meat that she could not make a sound, but she could tell by the sudden tremors in Burke's thighs and stomach that he felt the silent vibrations of her larynx against his prick as she tried to shriek.

"Keep doing whatever you're doing to her," Burke grunted at Simone through his gritted teeth. "This woman's mouth feels better than one of your damn vibrators. I'm about to bust--"

As he said it, his cock spasmed and he came with an animal growl. He pulled back until only the head of his prick was in her mouth, filling her oral cavity with his hot semen. She drank greedily, knees shaking as her own orgasm consumed her. Lips glued to Claire's crotch, Simone sucked and swallowed with fervor equal to the younger woman's.

After licking out every drop of Claire's cunt honey, Simone let go of her thighs and rested her head on the carpet. "Haven't I said for years that she'd be a much better get than the husband?"

"That you have." Burke stroked Claire's brow while she cleaned his cock with her tongue. It was such an uncharacteristically gentle gesture from the normally dominating man that it almost alarmed her more than had the threat of his face-fucking her had. "I don't see any reason to delay moving forward with the full plan right away, do you?"

What plan? Up to now, nothing had been discussed with Claire about her future role at Travis & Chandler other than a few generalities about her re-familiarizing herself with corporate law. She could barely contain her curiosity as the three of them settled in on Burke's office settee with her seated in the middle. The little couch was a cozy fit for the three of them, which suited the occasion fine; Simone couldn't seem to keep her hands off of Claire. She sat with one arm around the redhead, now and again kissing her cheek or touching her breasts as they chatted.

"A couple of our international clients are going to love dealing with her," Simone remarked.

Burke nodded. "Konstantyn?"

"I know that name," Claire said. "One of Herb's clients."

"Yes."

"I'm sure he'd like me more."

Burke threw his head back and laughed uproariously. "I don't doubt it. You want to poach clients from your own husband? With our approval?"

"Isn't that what you're suggesting? I think we both know that I can do a better job of, uh, satisfying Grigor Konstantyn. I can offer more 'full service' representation."

"You do cut through the bullshit, don't you?" Burke was still laughing. "Good." Claire just smiled quietly and played languidly with his flaccid penis, wondering how quickly she could coax him up for another round. She'd never seen or felt anything like this bull's cock and was anxious to take on the challenge of getting it into her cunt.

Simone took Claire's chin in her hand and turned her face to kiss her again. "You know what I think? I think that you could use a vacation."

"Absolutely," Burke agreed.

Claire looked from husband to wife and back, not believing they could be serious. "But I only just started!" For a long moment, she was afraid that she'd been too forward and that sending her away was the Chandlers' way of brushing her back.

"Not exactly a vacation," Simone explained. "We can call it 'professional development training.' We want to send you up to Euphoros. You've heard of the place, I'm sure."

Claire had, indeed. "It's a resort. Up in the mountains. Playground of the rich and famous."

"Oh, it's not entirely that frivolous, darling. Euphoros is an extended-stay wellness spa and aesthetic clinic. It was launched ten years or so ago by Nicholas Burnett-- he's an old friend. In fact, Burke and I are silent partners in the project. I spend a few weeks there every year, myself."

She lifted the hem of her herringbone skirt to display her vagina, the little lips and slit as neat as a teen virgin's and her mound as pink and devoid of hair as a peach. She took Claire's hand and placed it on her pudendum; her skin was silky soft. "It's permanent depilation," she boasted. "A very few sessions, and nearly painless. He's done my tits twice. God knows I haven't got a lot up top but what I have I like to keep tuned up, you know? Our Doctor Burnett is on the cutting edge of aesthetic medicine."

"Cosmetic surgery."

"It's so much more than that. It's a...holistic experience. I'll see that they take very good care of you. After a month or two there, you'll look and feel ten years younger."

"Months?" Claire blanched. "That's generous, but I-I'd feel like I was taking advantage of the firm. Let me at least bill some more hours first. Demonstrate my value."

"You've just done that." Burke regarded her seriously. "Claire, don't be mistaken...we consider this an investment on the part of Travis & Chandler. For the kind of client work we're discussing, it's to all our advantages that you maximize your assets."

"You're a beautiful, vital woman. You've been through a lot." Simone's voice was touched by an apparently genuine sympathy. "You deserve this. Trust me, you'll come back from Euphoros a new woman."

Claire examined her own reluctance. It wasn't like Robyn couldn't do without her continual monitoring at this point in her life; the kid didn't even answer texts half the time. She hated the idea of missing a monthly visit with Noah, but she considered the choices she was making now as ultimately in his best interest as well as hers. And in addition to needing the Chandlers' full confidence and support, she badly wanted their friendship.

"I can't really turn down such an opportunity for personal growth, can I?" She had Burke's cock almost fully hard again. "Thank you both so much."

Claire stood up and shrugged out of her blouse. Completely naked, she crouched between Simone's knees. "As I was telling Burke, I know I still have a lot to learn." She moved her tongue up and down her boss's swollen pussy lips, avoiding her clitoris at first. Simone had narrow primrose labia and was as soft to the tongue as to the fingertips...Claire instantly regretted having missed so many chances in her youth to explore cunnilingus with her friends. Just one more oversight she was happy to start correcting.

Simone squirmed on her cushion. "Ahhhh...as far as eating pussy is concerned, darling, I believe you may be a prodigy."

Burke knelt behind Claire and fitted his cock-head within the luscious gateway of her cuntal opening. She'd been leaking like a faucet since her first taste of his dick this evening. She was wide open, and she expected only a little difficulty taking him at the beginning.

Burke pushed slowly forward into her.

Claire's eyes flew wide open and lights exploded inside her skull. "OH MY GOD...!"
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