Free Little Brats: Olivia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica by Selena Kitt Page B

could locate the source of the noise.
    Another sigh, almost a squeak. Another low grunt. Olivia pulled two more books out, reaching through so she could slowly edge two more from the other side back toward her. That made a generous, vertical, rectangular peep hole to spy through. She satisfied her curiosity, peeking through, quiet as a mouse.
    Olivia’s hand clapped over her mouth to stifle her gasp, but the three people on the window seat were lost in a world unto themselves and didn’t hear. Her mother’s long, golden, floor-length dress—six thousand dollars of material, including her flowing wrap—was discarded over the desk. Catherine sat on the bench, a cock in each hand, on each side of her face, sucking first one, then the other.
    The sound of her mother’s mouth, full of saliva, slipping on and off each erection, made Olivia’s mouth water. Maybe she and her mother had more in common than she realized, because Olivia greatly appreciated the male form, especially the cock. She had drawn hundreds of them—thick lengths, fat mushroom heads, long and short, wide and thin. The variety was fascinating.
    Olivia stared as her mother stroked the pair of them—bulging veins, one slightly bigger than the other, sacs hanging down, swinging as Catherine fisted them both. The men’s genitals framed her mother’s goddess-like features as she sucked the sac of one, then the next. The men moaned and Olivia felt her nipples harden, a growing tingle between her legs.
    “Very nice cocks.” Her mother praised them matter-of-factly. “Hopefully you can do something with them.”
    And of course, as Olivia knew, her mother’s praise always came with a caveat.
    She bent lower, angling her vision up so she could see their faces, trying to place the two men. One was rugged, chiseled, the other softer, more bookish, still cute in an ultra-nerdy sort of way. Both had rippled muscles, even the nerd, though his body was one size smaller than the other guy. Where one was a bodybuilder type, chiseled with short, dark hair, the other stood lean, trim, with longer, dirty blond hair.
    Then she recognized them.
    The nerdy guy was a new author her mother was trying to land. Ian Corbett. An author name if she’d ever heard one. She’d seen him next to the dark-haired guy, his agent, what was his name again? She couldn’t come up with the surname, but she was pretty sure she’d heard her mother laugh and poke the dark-haired guy, calling him, “Jason.”
    Olivia watched, wondering how long her mother had been sleeping her way to the top. Or perhaps she’d gotten the book, and this was how she celebrated?
    Does this happen at all the parties thrown to land new clients?
    “Suck ’em, boys.” Catherine arched her back, which presented them with her big, fake tits, barely contained in her black lace bra.
    Both men fell to suckling, pulling her bra down to get at the silicone softness. Olivia watched her mother stand, directing the agent, Jason, down to her lace-covered mound as she stood up in a wide-legged stance between them. She was still wearing her heels, but Catherine was in control, even now. It was something her daughter marveled at. Some called her ambitious, some called her cruel, but Olivia knew how cold and calculating the woman could be, without apology, to get what she wanted.
    Apparently, two guys, neither her husband, was what she wanted at the moment.
    Together, they stripped her of what lace remained. Catherine moved to the desk, stretching out over her dress like it didn’t cost a small fortune. She waited, spread eagle, to be waited on. Olivia hadn’t even gotten her mother’s height, let alone her hard, lean body. Her mother towered over her, slim-hips, generous, albeit fake, breasts, a hard, flat stomach, almost concave. Olivia, a good four inches shorter, just had curves—everywhere. So many curves. Her breasts were the same size as her mother’s now, but hers were God-given.
    “Make me feel it, boys,” her