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Therapist Laylene’s newest  – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

Oh? You did what? My dad’s cock looked so interesting, but I didn’t know how to tell him, and I didn’t want to look clueless or unsure around him, so I played with my brother’s cock first.
Older or younger brother, I asked.
Younger. Much younger.
So, Polly is a molesting whore herself, and not just any kind of molesting whore, but the mind that molests younger brothers.
Tell me what you did to your much younger brother you filthy whore.
Well, he was sitting playing with his toys and I got on my knees, opened his legs, pulled his cock out of his pants, and started sucking on it.
What did you think of it, Polly?
I liked it, she told me. Liked what, I asked.
I liked the way it got hard and I liked the power I had. I liked the way it tasted. I like the way it felt in my mouth.
Did your brother like it? No, he didn’t.
Why didn’t you stop? Because I liked it, and I didn’t care about him.

I bet you didn’t…………..

I responded, and that caught Polly off guard. She tried to hide a couple of tears tumbling down her cheek, but her voice betrayed her emotions.
Where did he cum, I asked? He didn’t. I just used him for my pleasure, and when I was done with him, I just left the room.
What’s your relationship with your brother today, Polly? He doesn’t want to talk to me.
Yes, because you ruined him, I told her. She cried some more and wanted to change the subject to anything other than the brother she used and abused.
So, we were about to get to the supposed root of her issues – what her dad did to her and whether practicing on her brother paid off or not – but I had a sneaky suspicion there was more to this predator of young men. So, in the name of good therapy – and exciting blog material – I cut her off as she started talking about dad and asked my own question.
Polly, I asked, do you have any offspring?
Yes, she meekly responded.
My own pussy got wet anticipating the answer. We were on the precipice of a therapist Laylene first, and I crossed my fingers as I followed up and said…
Boys, girls? How many of each?
Two, she said. Both……..
Yes, I said, go on…

Both……

And her voice started to crack.
You can tell me, Polly. Both what?
Both boys, she cried.
As wet as her eyes where it was nothing compared to how wet my pussy became instantly.
Both boys, Polly. Did you say both boys?
I did.
And when did you start molesting them?
She protested briefly, but Polly knew I had her. It only happened once with one of them, she said.
I laughed and told her that’s how she copes with the terrible mother she is, this silliness about “once.”
Go ahead, I said in my sweetest voice, tell us about that “one” time, just make sure it’s the first time.
Well, I was changing him, and I noticed his little cock and I could tell he was going to be so big when he grew up and I wanted to feel it first.
Polly, I said, I am your therapist so let’s talk about what happened the way it really happened. Tell me everything but start with “the first time I molested my young son….”
Polly cried and cried and cried some more. I was pregnant with my younger son when this happened, the hormones made me do it.
Polly, how do we answer?

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