Sex Files from a Therapist Chapter 5
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Carol was a 42 year old psychiatrist, single, and a mother of one son, Zach, who was now 22. She had had a fling with an influential professor in her undergraduate program that resulted in her having a baby. The professor had hired her to help with his research, a sexual behavior text he was preparing to write. It required many interviews of people regarding their sexual behaviors, attitudes and mores. She had found the research both stimulating and salacious, and in the throes of their discussions, one thing led to another and she found herself a single student with a baby and wondered all the way through the rest of her education if she would ever finish because of the burden. The professor helped her financially to keep her quiet and protect his reputation, but he was married and never offered to do anything more than provide her with money as she went through school. One of the outgrowths of her experience was to have a much more clinical view of sex, and a negative one at that, rather than seeing it as something to enjoy and experiment with as many of her subjects had seen it. So many of her friends and colleagues told her it was such a shame that she did not see it as most people did because she was such an attractive woman and had so much to offer.
She was 5'6" tall, auburn shoulder length hair, beautiful face, hourglass figure with C-cup tits and an almost perfect pair of legs. She turned heads with her looks, figure, and perfect, professional wardrobe. Men constantly tried to take her out, made passes at her, and otherwise fawned over her at dinner parties, conferences and other events. She had rebuffed them all, not wanting another experience like the one she had in college. She just didn't open herself up to that possibility.
As she developed her career, she tried to decide what she should specialize in with her practice. Since most of her work through school had been on sex-related topics, Carol decided to focus on sexual problems people faced and could not overcome with help. Some of her clients had sexual addictions, some were nymphomaniacs, some had fetishes that bothered them and wanted to overcome them. She regarded all of them as needing some form of therapy to put sex in its proper context and place in their lives. She was also hoping to find some therapy for herself in the process.
Her son, Zach, had just finished his bachelors degree in clinical psychology and was getting ready to start on his masters degree. Over dinner one evening, the two were talking about his plans and he was already thinking about a topic for his eventual thesis.
"Mom, I was thinking. Maybe I could work with you and use some of your therapy sessions as the basis for my thesis. Do you think that is possible?" he asked, not really knowing what he was asking.
"Well, I suppose we could eventually work something out, but you would certainly not be able to be in the sessions for privacy reasons. All I could do is present you with the facts and then you would have to decide if any of the cases would lead to a proper thesis. You would also have to realize that I am dealing with very private subjects. In today's world, most people don't see the issues I deal with as anything other than a different kind of "normal" so if you are still thinking about abnormal psychology, your thesis may not get approved or published. Maybe sex therapy is not the right avenue for you to do your research."
"Good point, but it would at least either help me find the right topic or, since I would be getting an early start, I would know what I couldn't use and have time to change course. It would also help give us some interesting conversation material when we have time together," he said in a very clinical way that impressed his mother.
Their conversation moved on to other topics and the subject dropped for a few days.
Later in the week, Carol had a new client. It was actually a mother-son client and she had little to go on before their first session because the mother just did not want to give to much detail until they met face to face.
As the mother and son entered her office, the tension immediately became palpable. the young man looked nervous and embarrassed and the mother looked worried and almost sick. Carol thought they both might run from her office before the introductions were finished.
"Let's start," Carol began, "by just giving me an outline of the issue you wanted to discuss."
The mother looked everywhere but at Carol's face and her eyes teared up. Her son just stared into his lap as if ashamed.
"Our relationship has taken a serious turn and we are both struggling with how to cope. I am afraid we have gone too far and can never get back to how it was before." Tears now began to slowly slide down the mother's cheek.
"You must know," Carol said, before the conversation continued, "that I specialize in sex therapy and all things related to that, so if that is not what this is about, you should probably see someone else. I won't charge for the session if there has been a misunderstanding."
"No," said the mother, "I think we are definitely in the right place. You see, my son and I have starting having sex with each other. I know you must think that is so totally sick and twisted. We didn't intend for it to happen, but it sort of - just did."
Carol leaned back in her chair, trying not to show the shock she felt at the confession. She thought back to her work for her professor and some of the topics that had come up and there was one like this that had haunted her in recent years as her son grew into the fine, handsome young man that he was now. Carol could sense that this was going to be an important client for her and how she would handle this was going to have a serious impact on her client as well.
"Okay, today we will mostly focus on you two telling me how it started and what in your minds constitutes a sexual relationship. We will get into specific approaches and advice or therapies in future sessions. So I want both of you to walk me through how it all began and where you have taken it."
The mother began, "Josh came home for the weekend from his first semester at college. I am a single mom and missed him terribly. His father died when he was small, and I never remarried. He mentioned his fraternity was getting ready for a fall formal and he was nervous because he did not know how to dance very well. I told him I could teach him, since his father and I loved to dance when we were younger. I played some old songs his dad and I danced to and I began to show him the steps appropriate for the music. They were slower, close dances since he was most concerned about stepping on a girl or tripping her or stuff like that. But as we danced, my mind went back to a time as if I was dancing with his father and I lost myself a bit. I slid his hands down to my...bottom...and he just...well...squeezed my...bottom gently. With my eyes closed, I leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth. Before I knew it, we had our tongues in each other's mouths. The next thing I realized, I was nearly naked and he was feeling my...breasts...through my bra and I was rubbing his...his...crotch through his pants. Then...well...Shit!, I cannot find the words, doctor."
"May I suggest that since this is sexual discussion and the topic in sexual and carnal in nature, just put things into the sexual words you would normally use at home, you know, when you engage in your sexual activities, whatever those are," Carol instructed. "It's okay to use the vulgar references if it makes it easier to discuss it in the detail we need to work through the issues. There is nothing G-rated about a conversation like this, so there is no need to talk in a G-rated way. It's not possible."
"Okay," the mother said reluctantly. "We were feeling each other up and before we were done, I had master...jacked him off and he had slipped his fingers inside my vag...my...pussy."
Josh squirmed and looked away from both of them, bright red in the face and totally uncomfortable in his own skin.
Carol looked at both of them for a minute. "Did it stop there? Was that your only sexual encounter with each other?"
"No," said the mother looking down at her fingers as if to make sure they were still there. "We both got a hold of ourselves and stopped there that night. We neither one slept and the next day we talked about it. We both felt guilty and apologized to each other for letting it get that far. But when we hugged, I noticed that he was...hard...and I could tell that he was aroused from the discussion. Feeling his erection against me, I felt that tingling sensation a woman gets and I got aroused again. I began to let my hands feel his...ass...and the next thing I know is we are both naked again and this time...we...we...fucked. And we spent the rest of the day in bed having...making...fucking."
Carol probed, "How long has this been going on?"
"For the past month. He comes home every weekend now and we spend it mostly in bed together. We can't get enough of each other." the mother answered.
"Are you at risk of getting pregnant? Do either of you have other lovers?" Carol was looking initially for risks other than the obvious psychological ones.
"No," the mother continued, "I have had the occasional one night stand so I have always stayed on the pill. Josh has said he was a virgin until our first time. As awkward as he was the first time or two, I believe him."
Carol was relieved by that much. "So, are you both feeling guilty about this? Josh, tell me what you are feeling."
Josh was startled by the direct question. "Actually, I did at first. But not anymore. I don't want it to change. But I know it is making mom feel bad about herself and us, so I don't want it to continue if it hurts her. I do feel bad about that part."
"What did you think about the first time when she used her hand to make you...climax." Carol reminded herself of her instruction to use the natural, sexual words to describe their acts and vowed to do the same with them.
"I was surprised and pleased and enjoyed it more than just about anything else I had ever experienced. And then when she let me do the same for her, I felt like a real man for the first time in my life."
"And you wanted more of that?"
"Yeah," he said, "I did. I wanted to even that night. But I could tell she was upset by it all, so I left her alone. I was surprised and pleased the next day when it moved to having sex for real."
"Did you, when you two had sex together, did you...did you cum inside her?"
"Yes," said Josh.
"Did she tell you it was okay to do that?"
"No, it just happened so fast. I didn't think about it."
Carol turned her attention to her mother. "Did it bother you that he came inside you?"
"No, I wanted him to."
"Does your relationship consist of only sex at this point? Are you doing other things or just having intercourse?"
"We...have moved on to include oral sex, and fucking wherever in the house we feel like it at the time, trying different positions." mom confessed.
"So," continued Carol, "you two are basically acting like new lovers or a newly married couple. Do you still have other aspects of your old relationship intact? Do you talk about other things or is it strictly sexual at this point?"
"We still discuss and do the same things we used to, but not as much. Since we only have weekends, we focus mostly on the sex," mom noted.
"What are you two most concerned about right now?"
Mom answered first, "I am afraid someone might find out first of all. It sounds so sordid. I am also concerned that it is killing his social life at school since he comes home every weekend to have sex with me. And I am concerned that I am fucking up his head while I am fucking him. Does that make sense?"
"Entirely," said Carol. "Josh, do you have any concerns?"
"Only that someone might find out. Otherwise, I really like the new side to our relationship."
"No guilt?"
"Only what I told you about earlier."
When their time was up, they agreed to meet weekly for the near future and Carol did not instruct them one way or the other about whether to continue screwing each other. She needed time to think. And she noticed when they left, that her crotch was wet. What was up with that? None of her other client sessions on sexual topics had that effect on her.
That night, Carol and Zach were having dinner. Carol was distracted and said little, using abbreviated yes and no answers where possible.
"Mom, what is bothering you tonight? I am lucky to get anything out of you."
"Just a new client that is really challenging my skills."
"Care to talk about it? I can keep a secret, you know."
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
"Try me. I do have a psychology degree, after all. We have to talk about some pretty weird shit now and then."
"I have a new client. Mother and son. They are fucking each other. That is so messed up."
"You really think so? What is wrong with it when you get down to it?" Zach challenged.
"Are you as nuts as the professors at the university?! There is nothing normal about it. Nothing right about it."
"Says who? It may not be common, but why is it wrong?"
"It is a mother fucking her SON for crying out loud! She gave birth to him. That is not an invitation to crawl right back into the womb, Zach! Shit! I can't believe you would ask such a question."
"Mom, think about it. Intercourse is normal. Affection is normal. The mother-son bond is one of the strongest of human relationships. Doesn't it make some sense that there would be attraction, intimacy in different forms, and some hidden desire - at least from the son's perspective? Seems like the only abnormal thing about it is our culture's way of looking at it."
"I can't believe you are taking that stance. The next thing you are going to tell me is that if you had the chance, you would sleep with me. Am I reading this right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess now that you mention it. You are very attractive, I love you, I have sexual urges, I feel like I know you pretty well and I enjoy being with you. If not for the conditioning in our culture that stops most of us from thinking that way about our mothers, I would probably sleep with you if I thought you would be interested. Sorry if that makes you nauseated to think about."
"No, its not that I find you nauseating. It just seems so, so..."
"Fun. Arousing. Sexual. Mom, when was the last time you let go and enjoyed a sexual encounter? Some doctors worry about being to close to a situation. Maybe you are too far removed?"
"So you think I need to fuck you in order to be able to help them, is that it?"
"Not at all. But I think you need to know the joys of sex to help people truly identify when what they are doing is harming them in some way."
"That sounds like a bullshit theory, but okay. Let's say I was willing to experiment a little more. Just how would you go about that without turning into some kind of whore? Women have to worry more about a lot of other things than just getting pregnant."
"All the more reason to choose carefully and choose someone you know and trust."
"Like you, son?"
"Well, yeah, I see that as one option."
"Holy fuck! What have I raised?"
"I hope you have raised a fine, upstanding man who loves and respects his mother enough to be honest with her."
"That's unfair. Of course I believe that."
Carol paused, realizing that once again, her crotch was more than damp. It was actually wet.
"Okay, for the sake of argument, let's say I was willing to have some sort of sexual relationship with you in order to understand my client's situation. How far would you let it go?"
"In theory," Zach said, choosing his words carefully, "only as far as you would want it to go."
"And how would you begin?"
"Not sure I know what you mean. How did it start with them?"
"They were dancing and ultimately it led to mutual masturbation. They stopped, ashamed, but picked up the next day and fucked each other."
"Well, I would say that if we tried something, we would start with mutual masturbation. If you are disgusted by that, then we would stop there. Of course that is all in theory. We aren't really going there, so I can only guess."
"What do you mean we aren't going there? Do you think I have no sex drive at all? I get horny like anyone else, but I am not going to let myself be taken advantage of again just to get to an orgasm."
"Mom, not all men are like the asshole who fathered me. Give some guy a chance."
"Okay, son. Then let's dance. Then we will get each other off. Then we will see how far this goes. I don't think you will be able to stop there. Are you willing to take that risk?"
"Mom, I think we should let this cool down. I am not daring you to have sex with me. I was only..."
"No, you are right, I am too removed from their situation to know how to help them. So you help me get closer. But you have to promise me that you will stop when I say and don't ever ask for more when I do stop you."
"If that's what you want, fine. But what if you want more? Am I supposed to take that at face value and give you what you say you want?"
"Seems like a fair trade-off. Now, let's dance to get ourselves in the mood."
Zach could not believe his mother was taking it to this extreme, but was willing to oblige if for no other reason than to get jerked off by someone other than himself. He began playing some slower music on his phone and held out his hand for his mother to take. She stood up and took his hand and they began dancing slowly, getting more comfortable and relaxed as the dance continued. Zach took the risk and let his hands slide down over her beautifully shaped and firm ass. His mother did not resist. In fact, he noticed that she moved in even closer. Close enough that she could feel his hardening cock pressing against her abdomen just above her pubic bone. Now her pussy was really wet. She moved her hands down over his narrow, firm ass and pulled him tighter against her until they were practically hunching each other rather than dancing. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, which parted, giving him permission to insert his tongue. He did so and she responded with tongue of her own.
Carol rubbed her son's cock through his dress pants, surprised to find that he was actually quite well endowed and was suddenly eager to get a good look at it and touch it skin to skin. She could not believe she was doing this and was even more surprised that she wanted to.
She then put her hands to his chest and pushed back. "I have to know you will stop if I ask you to. This has to be more about love and respect than about sex."
Zach backed up, disappointed but determined to keep his word. "Okay mom. I love you and respect you. In fact, enough so that we should stop now and not go here again."
"I didn't say I wanted you to stop, son. I said I had to know. I think I do now. Sit with me on the sofa and let's try for a little more."
They sat together on the sofa and resumed kissing. Carol unbuttoned her son's shirt and admired his muscular chest. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his slacks and began to rub his cock with her hand through his briefs. He unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, then unclasped her bra and removed it. He began to fondle and caress her tits and leaned in to suck on each nipple, bot of which were already hard in his hands. His mother began to breathe heavily and her eyes closed and her head tilted back. He slid a hand up her skirt and found her panties to be soaking wet. He smiled to himself as he quickly pulled them down her legs with one hand and threw them across the floor. She pulled his pants completely off of him along with his briefs to expose what she estimated to be at least 8 or 9 inches of thick cock. It was wet on the end, oozing pre-cum at the tip.
Zach was fingering her pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside her and rubbing her clit rapidly, knowing she would explode sooner rather than later as wet as she already was. He was not disappointed. Carol let our a growl that turned into a shriek as her first orgasm in years at the hands of another ripped through her. Her fingernails dug into his skin and he had a hard time holding her steady enough that her orgasm would be cut short. When finished cumming, it was someone else in his arms. The new person was now all over him. She immediately went down on his cock and started sucking on it. She moved to her knees on the floor between his legs and began giving him the wettest and wildest blow job he had ever experienced.
"Mom, mom. This is not what we agreed to."
"Shut up and cum in my mouth. All through the day, I realized that this is what I have been wanting. I have been wanting for ages to get fucked, to taste cum, to have you inside me. Now shut up and cum in my mouth. I want to taste it."
Zach leaned back and watched as his beautiful mother bobbed up and down on his cock, taking nearly all of it in her mouth and working it like she gave head for a living. His cock was throbbing like it had not done before and he warned her that he was close. Nothing changed other than his mother sucked harder yet. Zach let loose with a torrent of ropy strands of cum, filling his mother's mouth. She swallowed quickly and often until the jets were reduced to trickles. She made sure to get every drop. Her entire body was damp with perspiration and she was out of breath. Carol looked guiltily at her son as she stood up and took her place at his side on the couch again.
"See? Your mother is a twisted slut."
"No, she is a woman who has denied herself for too long. Now why don't you get dressed and we can talk about this more later."
"No, I want you to eat my pussy, son. I want to see your face between my legs and feel your tongue in my kitty."
Zach again did as requested and took her place on the floor between her legs and began licking her clit and sliding his tongue up and down between the pussy lips that were so wet and tasted so tangy-sweet. His hands cupped her ass cheeks under her as he gave her pussy his undivided attention. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and began to hump against his face to wear off some of her excess sexual energy. Much like before, she came hard and to Zach it felt like she was trying to stuff his entire head up her pussy. The growling shrieks finally subsided, but her enthusiasm was undiminished. Carol moved to the floor, lying on her back and pulled her son on top of her. She grabbed his stiff cock and pulled him into her. Before he could object and remind her of their original agreement, his long thick shaft was halfway inside her. He wasted no time finishing his entry and began to slide his cock in and out of her tight hole rapidly. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back and pulled him in as he reached the furthest point of withdrawal. As much as possible on a hard surface like the floor, Carol fucked him back as hard as he was fucking her. In minutes, his mother came again, placing a stranglehold on his shaft. He finally was able to resume his strokes in and out of her and soon thereafter came again, this time flooding her pussy with the same juices that had led to his ultimate birth. His mother had his cum inside her and things would never be quite the same. They had crossed a line that could not be erased.
They spent the night, mostly wide awake, in each other's arms, talking about what they had done. Both felt guilty at some level, but they also admitted that they felt complete and at peace. They would probably go through a cycle of emotions like this frequently, especially if they continued their sexual activity with each other. Carol was beginning to understand her new client, but now did not understand anything about herself. This was a journey she hoped her son would take with her.
They finished the night with her on top of him, riding him for all she was worth until they both came, damp with sweat, drenched with male and female sex juices, and in something close to a love shared only by lovers. That mixed with the love of a mother and son, was an intoxicating emotion for both of them. They had shared the most intimate of moments, but Carol was intent on studying the physical form of her son more closely now. She had not realized how attractive she found him until this moment in their most intimate encounter. She wanted to know every inch of every part of his body. Zach wanted to explore hers as well in addition to understanding this very complicated woman that he had called "Mom" all this time and had now explored where he had come from even for just a few brief moments. The therapy was about to begin.
She was 5'6" tall, auburn shoulder length hair, beautiful face, hourglass figure with C-cup tits and an almost perfect pair of legs. She turned heads with her looks, figure, and perfect, professional wardrobe. Men constantly tried to take her out, made passes at her, and otherwise fawned over her at dinner parties, conferences and other events. She had rebuffed them all, not wanting another experience like the one she had in college. She just didn't open herself up to that possibility.
As she developed her career, she tried to decide what she should specialize in with her practice. Since most of her work through school had been on sex-related topics, Carol decided to focus on sexual problems people faced and could not overcome with help. Some of her clients had sexual addictions, some were nymphomaniacs, some had fetishes that bothered them and wanted to overcome them. She regarded all of them as needing some form of therapy to put sex in its proper context and place in their lives. She was also hoping to find some therapy for herself in the process.
Her son, Zach, had just finished his bachelors degree in clinical psychology and was getting ready to start on his masters degree. Over dinner one evening, the two were talking about his plans and he was already thinking about a topic for his eventual thesis.
"Mom, I was thinking. Maybe I could work with you and use some of your therapy sessions as the basis for my thesis. Do you think that is possible?" he asked, not really knowing what he was asking.
"Well, I suppose we could eventually work something out, but you would certainly not be able to be in the sessions for privacy reasons. All I could do is present you with the facts and then you would have to decide if any of the cases would lead to a proper thesis. You would also have to realize that I am dealing with very private subjects. In today's world, most people don't see the issues I deal with as anything other than a different kind of "normal" so if you are still thinking about abnormal psychology, your thesis may not get approved or published. Maybe sex therapy is not the right avenue for you to do your research."
"Good point, but it would at least either help me find the right topic or, since I would be getting an early start, I would know what I couldn't use and have time to change course. It would also help give us some interesting conversation material when we have time together," he said in a very clinical way that impressed his mother.
Their conversation moved on to other topics and the subject dropped for a few days.
Later in the week, Carol had a new client. It was actually a mother-son client and she had little to go on before their first session because the mother just did not want to give to much detail until they met face to face.
As the mother and son entered her office, the tension immediately became palpable. the young man looked nervous and embarrassed and the mother looked worried and almost sick. Carol thought they both might run from her office before the introductions were finished.
"Let's start," Carol began, "by just giving me an outline of the issue you wanted to discuss."
The mother looked everywhere but at Carol's face and her eyes teared up. Her son just stared into his lap as if ashamed.
"Our relationship has taken a serious turn and we are both struggling with how to cope. I am afraid we have gone too far and can never get back to how it was before." Tears now began to slowly slide down the mother's cheek.
"You must know," Carol said, before the conversation continued, "that I specialize in sex therapy and all things related to that, so if that is not what this is about, you should probably see someone else. I won't charge for the session if there has been a misunderstanding."
"No," said the mother, "I think we are definitely in the right place. You see, my son and I have starting having sex with each other. I know you must think that is so totally sick and twisted. We didn't intend for it to happen, but it sort of - just did."
Carol leaned back in her chair, trying not to show the shock she felt at the confession. She thought back to her work for her professor and some of the topics that had come up and there was one like this that had haunted her in recent years as her son grew into the fine, handsome young man that he was now. Carol could sense that this was going to be an important client for her and how she would handle this was going to have a serious impact on her client as well.
"Okay, today we will mostly focus on you two telling me how it started and what in your minds constitutes a sexual relationship. We will get into specific approaches and advice or therapies in future sessions. So I want both of you to walk me through how it all began and where you have taken it."
The mother began, "Josh came home for the weekend from his first semester at college. I am a single mom and missed him terribly. His father died when he was small, and I never remarried. He mentioned his fraternity was getting ready for a fall formal and he was nervous because he did not know how to dance very well. I told him I could teach him, since his father and I loved to dance when we were younger. I played some old songs his dad and I danced to and I began to show him the steps appropriate for the music. They were slower, close dances since he was most concerned about stepping on a girl or tripping her or stuff like that. But as we danced, my mind went back to a time as if I was dancing with his father and I lost myself a bit. I slid his hands down to my...bottom...and he just...well...squeezed my...bottom gently. With my eyes closed, I leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth. Before I knew it, we had our tongues in each other's mouths. The next thing I realized, I was nearly naked and he was feeling my...breasts...through my bra and I was rubbing his...his...crotch through his pants. Then...well...Shit!, I cannot find the words, doctor."
"May I suggest that since this is sexual discussion and the topic in sexual and carnal in nature, just put things into the sexual words you would normally use at home, you know, when you engage in your sexual activities, whatever those are," Carol instructed. "It's okay to use the vulgar references if it makes it easier to discuss it in the detail we need to work through the issues. There is nothing G-rated about a conversation like this, so there is no need to talk in a G-rated way. It's not possible."
"Okay," the mother said reluctantly. "We were feeling each other up and before we were done, I had master...jacked him off and he had slipped his fingers inside my vag...my...pussy."
Josh squirmed and looked away from both of them, bright red in the face and totally uncomfortable in his own skin.
Carol looked at both of them for a minute. "Did it stop there? Was that your only sexual encounter with each other?"
"No," said the mother looking down at her fingers as if to make sure they were still there. "We both got a hold of ourselves and stopped there that night. We neither one slept and the next day we talked about it. We both felt guilty and apologized to each other for letting it get that far. But when we hugged, I noticed that he was...hard...and I could tell that he was aroused from the discussion. Feeling his erection against me, I felt that tingling sensation a woman gets and I got aroused again. I began to let my hands feel his...ass...and the next thing I know is we are both naked again and this time...we...we...fucked. And we spent the rest of the day in bed having...making...fucking."
Carol probed, "How long has this been going on?"
"For the past month. He comes home every weekend now and we spend it mostly in bed together. We can't get enough of each other." the mother answered.
"Are you at risk of getting pregnant? Do either of you have other lovers?" Carol was looking initially for risks other than the obvious psychological ones.
"No," the mother continued, "I have had the occasional one night stand so I have always stayed on the pill. Josh has said he was a virgin until our first time. As awkward as he was the first time or two, I believe him."
Carol was relieved by that much. "So, are you both feeling guilty about this? Josh, tell me what you are feeling."
Josh was startled by the direct question. "Actually, I did at first. But not anymore. I don't want it to change. But I know it is making mom feel bad about herself and us, so I don't want it to continue if it hurts her. I do feel bad about that part."
"What did you think about the first time when she used her hand to make you...climax." Carol reminded herself of her instruction to use the natural, sexual words to describe their acts and vowed to do the same with them.
"I was surprised and pleased and enjoyed it more than just about anything else I had ever experienced. And then when she let me do the same for her, I felt like a real man for the first time in my life."
"And you wanted more of that?"
"Yeah," he said, "I did. I wanted to even that night. But I could tell she was upset by it all, so I left her alone. I was surprised and pleased the next day when it moved to having sex for real."
"Did you, when you two had sex together, did you...did you cum inside her?"
"Yes," said Josh.
"Did she tell you it was okay to do that?"
"No, it just happened so fast. I didn't think about it."
Carol turned her attention to her mother. "Did it bother you that he came inside you?"
"No, I wanted him to."
"Does your relationship consist of only sex at this point? Are you doing other things or just having intercourse?"
"We...have moved on to include oral sex, and fucking wherever in the house we feel like it at the time, trying different positions." mom confessed.
"So," continued Carol, "you two are basically acting like new lovers or a newly married couple. Do you still have other aspects of your old relationship intact? Do you talk about other things or is it strictly sexual at this point?"
"We still discuss and do the same things we used to, but not as much. Since we only have weekends, we focus mostly on the sex," mom noted.
"What are you two most concerned about right now?"
Mom answered first, "I am afraid someone might find out first of all. It sounds so sordid. I am also concerned that it is killing his social life at school since he comes home every weekend to have sex with me. And I am concerned that I am fucking up his head while I am fucking him. Does that make sense?"
"Entirely," said Carol. "Josh, do you have any concerns?"
"Only that someone might find out. Otherwise, I really like the new side to our relationship."
"No guilt?"
"Only what I told you about earlier."
When their time was up, they agreed to meet weekly for the near future and Carol did not instruct them one way or the other about whether to continue screwing each other. She needed time to think. And she noticed when they left, that her crotch was wet. What was up with that? None of her other client sessions on sexual topics had that effect on her.
That night, Carol and Zach were having dinner. Carol was distracted and said little, using abbreviated yes and no answers where possible.
"Mom, what is bothering you tonight? I am lucky to get anything out of you."
"Just a new client that is really challenging my skills."
"Care to talk about it? I can keep a secret, you know."
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
"Try me. I do have a psychology degree, after all. We have to talk about some pretty weird shit now and then."
"I have a new client. Mother and son. They are fucking each other. That is so messed up."
"You really think so? What is wrong with it when you get down to it?" Zach challenged.
"Are you as nuts as the professors at the university?! There is nothing normal about it. Nothing right about it."
"Says who? It may not be common, but why is it wrong?"
"It is a mother fucking her SON for crying out loud! She gave birth to him. That is not an invitation to crawl right back into the womb, Zach! Shit! I can't believe you would ask such a question."
"Mom, think about it. Intercourse is normal. Affection is normal. The mother-son bond is one of the strongest of human relationships. Doesn't it make some sense that there would be attraction, intimacy in different forms, and some hidden desire - at least from the son's perspective? Seems like the only abnormal thing about it is our culture's way of looking at it."
"I can't believe you are taking that stance. The next thing you are going to tell me is that if you had the chance, you would sleep with me. Am I reading this right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess now that you mention it. You are very attractive, I love you, I have sexual urges, I feel like I know you pretty well and I enjoy being with you. If not for the conditioning in our culture that stops most of us from thinking that way about our mothers, I would probably sleep with you if I thought you would be interested. Sorry if that makes you nauseated to think about."
"No, its not that I find you nauseating. It just seems so, so..."
"Fun. Arousing. Sexual. Mom, when was the last time you let go and enjoyed a sexual encounter? Some doctors worry about being to close to a situation. Maybe you are too far removed?"
"So you think I need to fuck you in order to be able to help them, is that it?"
"Not at all. But I think you need to know the joys of sex to help people truly identify when what they are doing is harming them in some way."
"That sounds like a bullshit theory, but okay. Let's say I was willing to experiment a little more. Just how would you go about that without turning into some kind of whore? Women have to worry more about a lot of other things than just getting pregnant."
"All the more reason to choose carefully and choose someone you know and trust."
"Like you, son?"
"Well, yeah, I see that as one option."
"Holy fuck! What have I raised?"
"I hope you have raised a fine, upstanding man who loves and respects his mother enough to be honest with her."
"That's unfair. Of course I believe that."
Carol paused, realizing that once again, her crotch was more than damp. It was actually wet.
"Okay, for the sake of argument, let's say I was willing to have some sort of sexual relationship with you in order to understand my client's situation. How far would you let it go?"
"In theory," Zach said, choosing his words carefully, "only as far as you would want it to go."
"And how would you begin?"
"Not sure I know what you mean. How did it start with them?"
"They were dancing and ultimately it led to mutual masturbation. They stopped, ashamed, but picked up the next day and fucked each other."
"Well, I would say that if we tried something, we would start with mutual masturbation. If you are disgusted by that, then we would stop there. Of course that is all in theory. We aren't really going there, so I can only guess."
"What do you mean we aren't going there? Do you think I have no sex drive at all? I get horny like anyone else, but I am not going to let myself be taken advantage of again just to get to an orgasm."
"Mom, not all men are like the asshole who fathered me. Give some guy a chance."
"Okay, son. Then let's dance. Then we will get each other off. Then we will see how far this goes. I don't think you will be able to stop there. Are you willing to take that risk?"
"Mom, I think we should let this cool down. I am not daring you to have sex with me. I was only..."
"No, you are right, I am too removed from their situation to know how to help them. So you help me get closer. But you have to promise me that you will stop when I say and don't ever ask for more when I do stop you."
"If that's what you want, fine. But what if you want more? Am I supposed to take that at face value and give you what you say you want?"
"Seems like a fair trade-off. Now, let's dance to get ourselves in the mood."
Zach could not believe his mother was taking it to this extreme, but was willing to oblige if for no other reason than to get jerked off by someone other than himself. He began playing some slower music on his phone and held out his hand for his mother to take. She stood up and took his hand and they began dancing slowly, getting more comfortable and relaxed as the dance continued. Zach took the risk and let his hands slide down over her beautifully shaped and firm ass. His mother did not resist. In fact, he noticed that she moved in even closer. Close enough that she could feel his hardening cock pressing against her abdomen just above her pubic bone. Now her pussy was really wet. She moved her hands down over his narrow, firm ass and pulled him tighter against her until they were practically hunching each other rather than dancing. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, which parted, giving him permission to insert his tongue. He did so and she responded with tongue of her own.
Carol rubbed her son's cock through his dress pants, surprised to find that he was actually quite well endowed and was suddenly eager to get a good look at it and touch it skin to skin. She could not believe she was doing this and was even more surprised that she wanted to.
She then put her hands to his chest and pushed back. "I have to know you will stop if I ask you to. This has to be more about love and respect than about sex."
Zach backed up, disappointed but determined to keep his word. "Okay mom. I love you and respect you. In fact, enough so that we should stop now and not go here again."
"I didn't say I wanted you to stop, son. I said I had to know. I think I do now. Sit with me on the sofa and let's try for a little more."
They sat together on the sofa and resumed kissing. Carol unbuttoned her son's shirt and admired his muscular chest. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his slacks and began to rub his cock with her hand through his briefs. He unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, then unclasped her bra and removed it. He began to fondle and caress her tits and leaned in to suck on each nipple, bot of which were already hard in his hands. His mother began to breathe heavily and her eyes closed and her head tilted back. He slid a hand up her skirt and found her panties to be soaking wet. He smiled to himself as he quickly pulled them down her legs with one hand and threw them across the floor. She pulled his pants completely off of him along with his briefs to expose what she estimated to be at least 8 or 9 inches of thick cock. It was wet on the end, oozing pre-cum at the tip.
Zach was fingering her pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside her and rubbing her clit rapidly, knowing she would explode sooner rather than later as wet as she already was. He was not disappointed. Carol let our a growl that turned into a shriek as her first orgasm in years at the hands of another ripped through her. Her fingernails dug into his skin and he had a hard time holding her steady enough that her orgasm would be cut short. When finished cumming, it was someone else in his arms. The new person was now all over him. She immediately went down on his cock and started sucking on it. She moved to her knees on the floor between his legs and began giving him the wettest and wildest blow job he had ever experienced.
"Mom, mom. This is not what we agreed to."
"Shut up and cum in my mouth. All through the day, I realized that this is what I have been wanting. I have been wanting for ages to get fucked, to taste cum, to have you inside me. Now shut up and cum in my mouth. I want to taste it."
Zach leaned back and watched as his beautiful mother bobbed up and down on his cock, taking nearly all of it in her mouth and working it like she gave head for a living. His cock was throbbing like it had not done before and he warned her that he was close. Nothing changed other than his mother sucked harder yet. Zach let loose with a torrent of ropy strands of cum, filling his mother's mouth. She swallowed quickly and often until the jets were reduced to trickles. She made sure to get every drop. Her entire body was damp with perspiration and she was out of breath. Carol looked guiltily at her son as she stood up and took her place at his side on the couch again.
"See? Your mother is a twisted slut."
"No, she is a woman who has denied herself for too long. Now why don't you get dressed and we can talk about this more later."
"No, I want you to eat my pussy, son. I want to see your face between my legs and feel your tongue in my kitty."
Zach again did as requested and took her place on the floor between her legs and began licking her clit and sliding his tongue up and down between the pussy lips that were so wet and tasted so tangy-sweet. His hands cupped her ass cheeks under her as he gave her pussy his undivided attention. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and began to hump against his face to wear off some of her excess sexual energy. Much like before, she came hard and to Zach it felt like she was trying to stuff his entire head up her pussy. The growling shrieks finally subsided, but her enthusiasm was undiminished. Carol moved to the floor, lying on her back and pulled her son on top of her. She grabbed his stiff cock and pulled him into her. Before he could object and remind her of their original agreement, his long thick shaft was halfway inside her. He wasted no time finishing his entry and began to slide his cock in and out of her tight hole rapidly. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back and pulled him in as he reached the furthest point of withdrawal. As much as possible on a hard surface like the floor, Carol fucked him back as hard as he was fucking her. In minutes, his mother came again, placing a stranglehold on his shaft. He finally was able to resume his strokes in and out of her and soon thereafter came again, this time flooding her pussy with the same juices that had led to his ultimate birth. His mother had his cum inside her and things would never be quite the same. They had crossed a line that could not be erased.
They spent the night, mostly wide awake, in each other's arms, talking about what they had done. Both felt guilty at some level, but they also admitted that they felt complete and at peace. They would probably go through a cycle of emotions like this frequently, especially if they continued their sexual activity with each other. Carol was beginning to understand her new client, but now did not understand anything about herself. This was a journey she hoped her son would take with her.
They finished the night with her on top of him, riding him for all she was worth until they both came, damp with sweat, drenched with male and female sex juices, and in something close to a love shared only by lovers. That mixed with the love of a mother and son, was an intoxicating emotion for both of them. They had shared the most intimate of moments, but Carol was intent on studying the physical form of her son more closely now. She had not realized how attractive she found him until this moment in their most intimate encounter. She wanted to know every inch of every part of his body. Zach wanted to explore hers as well in addition to understanding this very complicated woman that he had called "Mom" all this time and had now explored where he had come from even for just a few brief moments. The therapy was about to begin.
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