Family Therapist - Chapter 16 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 16 Johnny could only stare. His breath shallow... he could barely breath. His mother's arms covered her front as she worked at her blouse. Holy. Crap. Ho... lee... crap. He was sure he was going to be in huge trouble when they got home. Her fingers were trembling, but it wasn't their fault. Her whole body was trembling... her stomach churning as she averted her eyes... her face burning with embarrassment. What the FUCK am I doing...? She could NOT look at him. Or at Martha. She could barely feel the button... slipping from her fingertips again as she tried to work it through the button hole. Oh my god. What if... if Tom... what if he knew what she was... what if... "It's OK, Linda..." Martha whispered quietly, reading her mind. "No one will know what happens in here," she said softly, gently... smiling... nodding... encouraging, "this is a SAFE place... you know it is..." she said quietly. Linda closed her eyes tightly at the words... oh my god. This is... my son... this is Johnny! I cant- The button popped free, startling her... slipping at last through the tightly woven button hole, her cotton blouse opening just a little as it did... the thought of it suddenly so obscene... she froze. I can't. NO. She laid her trembling, open palm across the her chest, covering her exposure... her heart pounding, her head dropping forward... "Martha, I... I can't do this..." she managed... barely able to speak. Martha sat gently next to her, lightly resting her hand on Linda's shoulder. "It's OK, Linda..." she said gently, her fingers lightly squeezing in reassurance, "this is just the first step toward helping your son..." she said softly, "and you are doing so well... I know this is not easy..." she whispered. "Johnny," Martha turned, her eyes motioning, leading him toward the door, watching as he nodded, relieved, slipping through quietly, heading to the front waiting room in the small, historic row house, the door clicking closed behind him as he pulled it shut. "Linda," Martha turned her eyes back to the mature woman sitting next to her on the loveseat, "it's OK," she said softly, "remember... we are just trying to help your son... to demonstrate that it is love and caring that is so important, not the flesh in the pictures he looks at... the movies he watches..." feeling Linda stiffen next to her. "Listen... I have some materials that I would like you to look at... discretely..." she said gently, returning to her professional voice softly. "I know that you are very concerned... I very much understand," she continued. "And I know very well that you love and care for your son very, very much..." she smiled sweetly, reaching with her fingers, turning her chin, Linda's nervous eyes meeting hers. "I would like you to explore this material... privately..." she paused, emphasizing the seriousness of what she wanted his mother to do... on her own... "you've seen what is on your son's laptop..." she paused, letting the idea of what she knew Linda had seen... more than just the few pictures they had looked at here, together... "I need you to understand the true extent of what your son has... encountered..." she hesitated, looking for the right words, "to understand what we are... well... what we are up against... to be frank," she finished softly, leaning slightly to take the folder from the side table next to her, slipping it under the married woman's trembling hands resting on her lap. "Go slowly... read through this..." she said softly, her left hand still resting on her shoulder, caressing very lightly, "and we can talk again... soon..." she whispered, trailing off, "read through this and let's talk in a few days..." she paused again, "Linda, I know you love your son," she said sweetly, "You are being so very strong for him..." she said smiled, turning his mother's eyes to look at her again, "Do this for him..." she patted her hands gently, the folder flexing slightly in Linda's hands... ------ "Johnny," Martha said softly... startling him as she re-entered the room... catching him staring... at the monitors... at images of her... of Gayle... Mrs. Loren... with that other boy. He was younger than Johnny... a little maybe. But watching her... with him... watching the scenes progress... from letting the boy... feel her... touch her... to scenes where she was slowly undressing for him... Hi jumped when she came in... trying to cover his erection... the bulge in the gym shorts he had put on to cover himself. His mind tried to understand why? I mean, it doesn't really matter, does it? But... it was a natural reaction. To being caught... caught looking at something... He had heard the water running... assuming that Gayl- that Mrs. Loren was... well... cleaning up? Maybe he should- Too late. Mrs. Loren stepped lightly through the door behind his therapist. And what? She was wearing the clothes... his MOTHER's clothes... the ones he had stuffed into his backpack... the ones Martha had asked him to... borrow. They were no longer wrinkled... smashed... the way they had been when he had given them to her in her office... his mind thinking washing machine... not understanding about dry cleaners and delicate items... Martha gestured, taking Gayle's hand lightly, the two of them standing before him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help but look at her... wearing that... "Mrs. Loren," Martha said gently, the fingers of her left hand gently lifting his chin... his eyes meeting those of the married woman standing in front of him... wearing his mother's clothes... the woman certainly old enough to be his mother... Martha whispered very softly, leaning toward her... "Teach him..." she said softly, her eyes locked on his but talking to the mature woman standing nect to her. "Teach him like he was your own son..." she whispered, her eyes twinkling into his. "Like you will teach Matty..." she trailed off, releasing his chin, gesturing to him... "He has learned SO much already..." she smiled sweetly, "but let's really teach him..." she paused, laying Johnny back... slipping a pillow under his head... and another... "let's help him learn..." she adjusted him, "how to really feel for a woman's responses..." she continued quietly... "responses to his touch..." she whispered, "to respond..." she trailed off. Johnny's head was propped up... his eyes were fixed again on Mrs. Loren, looking down his body..., past his feet almost hanging over the edge of the bed... at this woman standing right in front of him... wearing his mother's clothes... the ones he had taken, and... holy S... better sneak back home tonight! Her business suit. His mother's work outfit. Oh man, if she decided to wear it tomorrow... the dark navy sport coat riding open a little over the swell of Mrs. Loren's mature, full, married breasts. Gayle knew she wasn't large. But she wasn't small, either. The white button down was her own... she had tried to wear his mother's, but is was just a little too... snug. Sigh. His eyes, though - started at her... at the front of the dark, calf-length skirt as it disappeared below the edge of the bed, out of his view. He started... right at the bulge of her middle... her womb... her ever so slightly noticeable paunch... the skirt riding forward lightly as it dropped straight down... her thick thighs outlined... oh man, he was hard again. Martha stepped next to her... and smiled, her hand lightly on her back... He started as he watched the mature woman step forward... one knee on the edge of the bed next to his feet as she leaned forward... her eyes fixed on him... on his crotch... her hands reaching... and tugging... urging him to lift his bottom... he hips... as she slipped his shorts down... sliding them past his knees, and over his feet. She started at him... her red lipstick framing her lips... her hair falling forward... as she looked at him... at his erection... bulging in his underpants. Martha whispered something to her... and stepped back... watching... as the 45 year old woman once again put one knee on the bed near his feet... then the other. Johnny watched the sport coat open as she leaned forward... moving up the bed... straddling him... Gayle's knees twinging slightly as she moved... And then she there... almost sitting on his chest... her knees on either side of his head... her calves and feet lightly pinning his arms as she sat back on him lightly... her skirt... his MOTHER's skirt... bunched up... resting across his chest and neck, riding up her knees a little... his eyes fixed on her waist... her paunch straining the waistband... "Robert... what is your wife doing?" he heard Martha's voice feigning shock... what? He felt Mrs. Loren tense... her body shift over him slightly as she turned. He turned his head also... His therapist was next to them, one knee resting on the side of the bed. Her hands holding a small camera, the red light flashing as she panned slowly, taking in the scene. Martha was... videoing. Again. "Mr. Loren... your wife..." she paused, the camera panning up at her face... "your children's mother..." she panned down... "is about to spread her legs..." she teased the camera... "again..." she shifted slightly... the camera fixed on her waist... on him... "for this young boy..." she smiled at him playfully... winking... "Robert... your wife is going to teach this young boy how to make love to her vagina..." she whispered to the camera... "how to use his young, boyish tongue... on her..." she said gently... "how to understand what she needs..." she whispered. "Robert, do you think your wife should take off her blouse first?" she said softly, teasing... He looked up... her waist and abdomen right in front of him... watching as she looked at the camera... then looked down... at him... shrugging her shoulders... slipping the sport coat off... one arm... her breasts right above him... straining in the blouse as she twisted... setting the coat aside. He wanted to reach up... to cup her... but his arms where underneath her... at his sides... as she shifted over him... her weight on his chest lightly... holding herself up. Her fingers reached up... and began to unbutton... working the top button... then the next... her blouse coming open as she worked her way down... her hands right in front of his face now... her wedding ring sparking as she reached the bottom most button... tugging the blouse up. She held her right arm out... her left hand tugging at the sleeve... slipping it down her arm... and off... her shoulders shrugging as she slipped the blouse around her back... and off... the left sleeve snagging on her wring as she slipped it off. "Mr. Loren... your wife likes young boys..." she whispered, speaking lightly again... "I know she wants to unhook her bra... show them to him... let him suckle on her mature breasts..." the camera taking in Gayle's face and chest... "but I think we'll wait... won't we Gayle?" she asked quietly... "Robert... your loving wife is going to teach this young boy... teach him to use his young tongue on her clitoris..." she teased playfully... "Ready?" she whispered... Gayle shifted a little, her hands reaching down... her fingertips taking the hem of the skirt... and slowly... slowly... she inched the skirt up... her silky white full panties... plain... came into view...disappearing underneath her between her fleshy legs... she tried so hard to tone them... so hard... but she knew they were... a little pudgy... his eyes were on her... the outline of her vagina disappearing under her as well... "It's time, Mrs. Loren..." Martha whispered into the camera, the image focused on her legs, spread apart over his chest... his young face inches from her... "Robert... your wife is going to teach this young boy..." she whispered.... And Gayle did it. She rose lightly from his chest... lifting the front of the skirt up... as she slid forward... leaning forward... the forearm of her left arm coming to rest on the top of the headboard in front of her... her pantie-covered vagina pressing into his face... her crotch smothering him as she lowered her weight gently on him... pressing his head down into the soft pillows under him... her hips already starting to move slightly... rocking forward... and back... "Oh Robert..." Martha teased softly... "this young boy has his head under your wife's skirt..." she said playfully... "Oh my, Mr. Loren..." Martha continued, teasing lightly, the camera taking in the mature woman leaning against the wall in front of her... her breasts exposed in her plain white bra... her hips rocking... slowly circling and grinding... "your wife DOES like to spread her legs... for young boys..." she whispered... "doesn't she?" she trailed off, moving slowly toward the foot of the bed... keeping the camera steady. Gayle could feel him now... probing... his tongue flattened under her weight... but pressing up into her fleshy, mature pubic area... finding the slit of her motherly vagina... pressing... She moved... her hips rocking more eagerly now... helping him find her clitoris through the slick, silky white panties... shuddering lightly when he found it... Gayle knew that Martha had... "worked" with him... he did seem to know what she wanted... holding his tongue firmly now as she ground herself onto him... and rocked... How he was able to keep himself pressed into her... for so long... she didn't know. Her fleshy thighs clamped around his head now as she moved... "Robert..." Martha whispered behind her... near the foot of the bed... "do you think Matty will like this?" she teased again, but Gayle was focused now... eyes closed... rolling her hips as she pressed her meaty crotch into his face... jumping lightly as she felt his arms move against her calves... his hands slipping under the skirt... grasping her full, wide ass... Oh my god... he pulled her into him... onto his face... guiding her... pushing slightly... her vagina sliding up... pulling her back... her vagina slipping down again... her panties pressed up into her slit... slick with moisture... her own moisture... and his... rocking her slowly on his face... oh my god... she felt another orgasm building... her hips really mashing now... rolling... Suddenly Martha was next to her... whispering into her ear so only she could hear... "Mrs. Loren," she whispered... "take him inside you..." she said ever so softly... Gayle closed her eyes... she didn't want to stop... she ground her clitoris into him... no, she didn't want to stop... But Martha was persistent... her hand on her shoulder coaxing her... and she relented... her hips slowing... oh god she wanted to climax... it felt so good... But she slid back... she did it... lifting a leg... and sliding back... "Here..." she heard Martha whisper, lifting the skirt... guiding his hands... helping him grasp the waistband of her full, slick panties... tugging them... slipping them over her full, wide rear-end... god she tried so hard to tone herself down there... and off they came as she leaned to one side... then the other... and back... straddling him again... her exposed, sensitive, mature vagina spread open, pressed against his belly under her weight... her thick thighs pressing into his sides... leaning down... pressing his face between her breasts... the white cups of her bra pushed apart... his face between them... the skirt slipping down... once again covering her... and him... "Mr. Loren... your wife is going to fuck this young boy..." Martha whispered into the camera... once again standing at the foot of the bed... "she is going to take his young hard cock inside of her..." she whispered... "inside her vagina..." she teased as Gayle cradled his head... guiding his lips from cup to cup... his teeth lightly searching for her hard nipples through the firm material of her bra... "Lift her skirt..." Martha whispered to him, his hands slipping under her skirt... Martha watched them move under the skirt... onto her cheeks... the skirt lifting slowly to lay up on the small of her back... "Hold her..." Martha whispered to them... Johnny's hands lightly resting now on her bottom... gently squeezing... Gayle jumped when she felt it... COLD... and slick... oh my god... oil? ... lubricant...? his hands slick... rubbing it around... her cheeks separating as he caressed and rubbed them... cool air sneaking into ... her... back there... oh my god... she knew the camera was staring right at her... she knew his young hard cock was bulging in his underpants... her hips rocked... trying to rub herself on him... oh god she wanted to cum... And he responded to that... his click hands guiding her ass now... "Robert... look at his young hands... on your wife's ass... Robert, she is old enough be his mother..." Martha said playfully, softly... "Do you think she will let him... you know..." she paused... "Gayle... Mrs. Loren..." Martha continued after a moment... his hands kneading her cheeks... firmly... "do you let your husband-" pause "... let him... touch you..." she teased softly, her voice close to the camera... "back there..." she asked quietly... the camera recording... No. She shook her head. No. She didn't. Martha smiled, lightly touching his calf... letting him know... and he did know... "Johnny..." she whispered into the camera... "be gentle..." she guided him, but not for him... for her husband... And he did it... his fingers slipped easily on the click oil... and gently parted her cheeks... exposing her... the tip of his right index finger slipping slowly from the top of her crack... tracing a line down... toward her... oh my god... her cheeks clenched lightly... she couldn't stop herself... feeling the tip of his finger slip over the rim of her anus... finding the center... slick... oily... as he traced its outline... she knew how obscene this was... her sphincter clenching the circle of her most private part lightly as he touched her... "Robert... should your wife let him?" she whispered into the microphone... watching as the married woman moved her hips... rolling her anus around... "it's so dirty... in there..." she whispered... "and he is just a young boy... she shouldn't... should she?" she teased again... "Mrs. Loren... can he?" she asked softly... playing... "Gayle?" she asked again after a moment. Yes. She nodded her head. Yes. Her ass so exposed... his young hands so warm on her... She flinched slightly... her anus clenching as he paused... then pushed gently... his fingertip probing... trying to slip in... she reached under his head as she leaned over him... her other hand slipping her cup down... aside... she pulled him to her... his warm lips parting as her areola slipped into his mouth... his teeth lightly grabbing her nipple... tingle racing through her clitoris as he rolled his tongue... her nipple pressed to the roof as he suckled... and his finger slipped inside... She let out a soft moan... feeling her anus gape around his finger as it slipped in... slick... oily... his palms clenching her cheeks... his finger probing... deeply... "Mrs. Loren... take him..." Martha whispered, guiding him to lift his hips... the camera focused on him... watching as his hands let go of her slick, rippling mature ass...his young, hard cock springing free as he slipped his underpants down... And she did it... she rose up slightly... rocking back... feeling one hand on her cheek... feeling him lift himself slightly... and lodge the head of his warm... strong.. hard young cock at the opening to her vagina... the pressure of his touch parting her full, meaty lips ever so slightly... "Mr. Loren... your wife fantasizes SO much about this..." she teased... "even when she is with you..." she whispered... "she fantasizes about young boys... entering her..." she said, her voice betraying her own lust now... "Robert... watch her take this boy's hard, young cock inside herself..." she whispered... the camera steady... zoomed just a little... "I know she said she would be home by now..." she teased... watching Gayle roll her ass slightly... tilting her hips forward... pressing down just a little... positioning him... rocking back... And he slipped in... her vagina gaped around his cock as she sank down onto him... "Robert.... your wife is cheating on..." she whispered... "with a boy who is about the same age as your own son..." she whispered... "her little boy..." Gayle shuddered, feeling his hips lift... feeling his hands grab her cheeks firmly... impaling himself up into her... and rocking her hips back... his cock rasping over her clitoris as he pulled himself out... pausing... then plunging in... her mature ass rippling and jiggling as he pushed himself deep... then pulled out... rocking her back again... the oil slick... his cock slipping easily in... and out... her pubic hair mashing against him as his took her... She felt his hands spread her... his fingertips... oily and slick... tracing her fully exposed crack... finding her anus again... she felt it puckering open... and closed... as he rocked her back and forth... impaling her on his cock... she rocked forward... his cock slipping almost all the way out... and back- his finger slipped in... her anus gaping again as he sunk his cock deep inside her again... holding her... rolling her ass around as she mashed herself on the base of his cock... his finger deep in her anus... twisting slightly with each circle of her hips... oh god... oh my god... She felt herself clenching... gripping his slick cock... her breast slick with his saliva as her nipple rasped back and forth over his tongue with each thrust... "Mr. Loren..." she heard Martha behind her... "your wife fantasizes about Matty..." she whispered... "about her son... YOUR son..." she said gently... "in his room..." she teased... "while you are at work..." she whispered... "spreading herself for your son..." Gayle couldn't hold it... the words driving her... her mound rolling and grinding... his cock slipping out slightly... and in... her hips rocking... controlling... it felt so good... SO GOOD... her mound clenching... trembling... Her vagina clamped onto his cock as she came... the climax erupting from her groin... the feeling SO strong... SO good... as she clenched again... her small movements gripping him... over... and over... "Letting him cum inside her..." Martha whispered behind her... "her own son..." she teased... "cumming in his mother's vagina..." she whispered. She didn't notice at first... so lost in her own orgasm... she didn't notice the warmth... the stickiness... at first... He had cum inside of her... and she felt him pulse again... his hard cock flexing inside her mature, slick hole... still gaping around him... as he rocked her gently... his cock slipping partially in... and out... his cum oozing out of her as she clamped on him again... pulling his cum out of him... "Imagine..." she heard Martha whisper... "Robert... your wife wants your son to cum inside her..." she whispered... "do you think she should let him... cum... in his mother's most private of places?" she teased... the camera zooming... Gayle's anus clenching as they slowed... "She wants him to..." she trailed off. ------ Linda sat in the soft, dim light of the lamp next to her. It was the middle of the night, her husband - and her son - both long ago in bed. This was the third night in a row that she could not sleep... her mind racing as she read... and re-read... again... the information Martha had given her... carefully visited the websites, read the case studies... making sure to erase her tracks. Oh my god. If Tom knew this was going on... he would... Her hands were trembling... she felt sick to her stomach with panic.... She could not fathom that this existed in the world. I mean, she was no prude. She knew that... well... that human sexuality was... all OVER the place. But... this! How easy it was for anyone to find this kind of... this... oh Johnny... I am so sorry we didn't protect- NO! She stopped herself! Hadn't she just spent three nights reading about this? It was NOT their fault! There was almost nothing they could really have done to keep him from seeing this sort of... Times were different. And young boys... oh who am I kidding... girls too... well, had always been... curious. Hadn't she? But now... unlike when she was young... now it was literally just one simple google search away... even if you weren't looking for this kind of... pornography... even if you just wanted to see men and women... you know... But mixed right in with the never ending, seemingly... well... "normal" pornography, if there was such a thing... were images... just like the ones she had found on his laptop... just like the ones she could so easily find now... the ones on her young son's laptop... her little boy...had been looking at THIS kind of... thing... and it was almost impossible to NOT see it if he was searching for... well... for porn. And it was SO explicit. She wanted to turn back the clock. She wanted to make it like he had never... never seen this kind of thing... she felt so sick... and so exhausted... so mentally exhausted... and with three sleepless nights... so physically exhausted... how am I ever going to sleep again? Oh my god. What am I... what am I going to do? The house was silent... the soft hum of the refrigerator across the open floor plan back of the house magnified by the utter stillness of the night... her breath making a slow, rhythmic whisper as her chest rose... and fell... and rose... as she clicked on the links Martha had given her... She could feel her heart beating. Oh my god.