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“Then he quickly removed his jeans and underwear. He left his socks on. I actually thought that was cute. When he shoved down his pants and underwear in one shot and his erection bounced into view, I couldn’t get my fingers into my cunt fast enough. He picked up his jeans, fished out of one of the pockets a condom, tore it open with his teeth, slipped it on and got between Daisy spread thighs. Oh, how I envied that girl! Then he directed his stiff penis into her and proceeded to bang her six ways from Sunday. While they rutted like weasels, I came twice more, wishing—yearning—it was me receiving that world-class fuck.”

Holly sat back in her chair, steepling her fingers pretending to professionally reflect on the discussion. What the redhead really needed was to personally gather her thoughts which were X-rated and had run amok. She would have to send her skirt to the dry cleaners, thanks to her teeming muff. She hadn’t seen such a good-looking couple like Ashley and John in a long time. Her id was running wild. She wanted to take them to into her private room and ravage them both. She knew she would have no trouble getting them into a torrid threesome and spend the afternoon fucking and sucking each other. But Ashley’s plight was so similar to her own. She wanted the blonde parent to know and experience the obvious attraction and love her son felt for her, and vice-versa.

“Ashley, may I be blunt with you?”

“Why yes.”

“I really don’t see the problem here. You are attracted to your son. You masturbate about him. You’ve seen him ‘in action.’ You wished he was eating and fucking you instead of this Daisy. You like his qualities. He is attracted to you and wants to bewith you and love you faithfully. Go for it!”

Ashley was frustrated. Not with the doctor, but with herself. She slumped in her chair and exhaled.

“Yes, you are correct in everything you said. But it also what you said: John is my son, and neither of us is supposed to feel this way about one another, especially me.”

The psychologist acknowledged to herself that Ashley’s objection sounded whiney and was weak. It was time to take her and her son to what she dubbed The Bedroom. Before that, though, she wanted (and needed) to do something. She looked at the young man, specifically his groin.

“John, all this sexual talk involving your mother—it excites you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I see the tent in your shorts,” she said matter-of-factly. He looked at her somewhat sheepishly, remaining quiet.

“I want you to stand up, John,”

The college student did as he was told. He stood up…with the bulge in his shorts on full display.

Out of the corner of her eye, the therapist saw the mother’s eyes widen at the sight of her son sporting a massive woody. Holly herself had to briefly stare at it in her own adoration of the stiff, fabric-covered dick. She stood up as well and walked to Ashley’s child. She faced him and asked, “Do you mind?”

John had no idea what she was asking about. Confused, he simply nodded in compliance.

Holly looked at Ashley and spoke. “If I had son this good looking and with a ‘package’ like this…”

The doctor cupped her hand under his balls. She held them a brief second, massaged them and then rubbed upward, along the steely contour of his erection. She quickly whirled her palm over the penile top and took away her hand from John’s crotch.

“…I wouldn’t let him out of the house to go to the supermarket.”

“Uh!” groaned John at the unexpected, brief, but pleasurable touch of Holly. His boner lurched in his pants, while a heavy shot of pre-come stained the front of his underwear.

Ashley felt like a hungry dog seeing food and wanting it so bad but was chained, unable to get what she so desired. She also felt a tad jealous at what Holly just did to her son. And yet her arousal edged up slightly seeing him in another sexual situation.

Holly, meanwhile, felt sluttish glee having sexually touched a man for the first time in eons. This glee was so profound that the therapist didn’t care that her love oils were coating her inner thighs. Looking at the conflicted facial expression of the mother, she could see the internal battle going on in Ashley’s mind.

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