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 Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: Conversion Therapy 1
Part: Part 1
Summary: Dad catches son with another boy, and takes him to Dr.  Clara
for Conversion Therapy.
Keywords: Fb(11), Ageplay, Pedo
Date: 09/07/2016
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   "Do you think you can help him?" The man's face was red, though it was
hard to tell if it was from shame, embarrassment, or anger - perhaps a
mixture of the three.  Clara could tell he was all mixed up - in more ways
than one.

   "I believe so Mr.  Berry," she said.  "I'm glad you brought him to me.
I'm sure we can do something positive here."

   The guy looked relieved.  it was bad enough he'd caught his son doing...
that.  But with the son of one of his political rivals from the other side
of the aisle!  If word ever got out...  But Dick Berry was nothing if not a
smooth-talking politician.  He stifled his true feelings, put on his
happy-face, and shook the doctor's hand.  After all, she was the best in
her field - and the most expensive.  Naturally the two went hand-in-hand.
After palming her a card and a "Vote Dick" button, he slipped away, leaving
his son in her care.

   Clara turned to the young man sitting nervously in the waiting room. 
"Come on in Phil.  Let's chat." Her manner was easy-going, which seemed to
surprise the boy, who got up and followed her inside.

   The next half-hour she spent putting the kid at his ease, letting him
choose his own seat, offering him his choice of a variety of drinks, then
chatting with him amiably.  As Phil grew more secure that she wasn't going
to press him, he relaxed, and their discussion grew almost friendly.  This
was not only Clara's therapeutic training in action - it was also her
honest personality.  She liked kids, especially boys, and had a knack for
putting them at their ease.

   Gradually she steered the conversation toward the reason he was there,
coaxing a full confession out of him.  Sure he was embarrassed, but her
gentle reassurances worked their magic, and it wasn't too long before he
was recounting the story.  At first it was halting.  Stilted even.  But
between her continued look of non-judgemental interest, and his natural
desire to "get it off his chest", the boy warmed to the telling.

   "Well Mark and me, we been friends for like, six years or so.  Best
friends really, tho pa don't like that on account of his folks being... 
well, he don't exactly agree with 'em onna buncha stuff.

   "Anyways, Mark and me, when we started getting interested in girls, we
...  you *sure* you ain't gonna tell no one?" After yet another reassuring
nod, he went on.  "Well, you know, pa, he gots all kinda stuff blocked on
the puter, so Mark, he got some - you know - *naughty* pics of girls and
stuff on his tablet and he'd share 'em with me..." he ground to a halt.

   "And, of course, you found that exciting, and started to play with
yourselves..." Clara prompted.  "Don't worry honey, it's perfectly normal
and natural behavior for boys." She paused to sip her tea.  "You seem
terribly embarrassed, though you needn't be.  Would it be easier for you if
I tell you how it usually progresses, and you can just tell me when I'm
wrong?  Would that be easier honey?" She'd been moving closer to the boy on
the sofa for a while, and now reached out and put her hand on his knee
gently.  That and the "honey" were designed to give him a sense of
intimacy, so he'd be able to share with her more fully.  What also helped
was that she was a very attractive woman in her early thirties, with dirty
blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and a body which would have been at home in
any of the "naughty pics" sites the boys had been perusing.  While not
"bimbo" level, her curves were full and clearly outlined in the her blouse
and skirt.  Most importantly of all though was the fact that this sort of
discussion turned her on immensely.  And she made sure to wear
undergarments which were thin enough that the boy couldn't help but notice
her nipples pressing outward - as was evidenced by the fact that his eyes
returned there often and lingered long.

   "Uh, sure...  Miss..."

   "Clara." she interrupted firmly, emphasizing that they were on a
first-name basis.  "Okay." She left her hand on his knee as she went on. 
"Usually it goes something like this.  Boys get together, most often in
pairs, but sometimes in threes or fours if they're a group, club, gang or
whatever.  They look at naughty pictures, and naturally they get turned on.
Their cocks get hard."

   Phil's slight gasp was as expected as the flush of his cheeks.  Words
like that from an attractive woman?  Boys in his age range, that is,
beginning puberty, weren't used to that sort of thing, and Phil was no
exception.  At eleven, it was unlikely he'd ever heard that word from any
woman - unless it was in a porno video.  She would have bet a good deal
that his penis was swelling up too, though of course it was impossible to
tell in those jeans.  Too bad!

   "Sorry sugar," she apologized gently.  "I didn't mean to shock you.  But
I think it's important to use the appropriate words, don't you?" She patted
his knee, drawing attention to the fact that she was *touching* him.  And
on the leg!  Nowhere near his penis of course, but there was a connection
in the boy's mind suddenly - as she'd planned.

   "You okay darlin'?" she asked gently.  "We can stop..."

   "N-no, it's okay.  I...  I was just surprised is all." He was so *cute*,
trying to be all brave and grown-up for her.  She wanted to just squeeze
his cheeks!

   "Okay honey," she rubbed his knee gently.  "If you want me to stop -
anything, at any time - you just say the word, okay?" After he nodded, she
went on.  "Well so the boys get aroused, get stiffies, and so on because
that's what happens when you look at naked girls, right?  And that's fine.
Normal.  But it's uncomfortable, right?  So maybe you suffer through it a
while, maybe even the first several such sharing sessions.  But eventually
one boy gets *too* uncomfortable, and has to 'adjust' himself, right?  And
once that happens and nothing bad results, everyone realizes it's stupid to
be uncomfortable, so they all 'adjust' themselves at need.  That goes on
for a while, and the 'adjustments' become more frequent, and more open,
gradually changing from adjusting to rubbing.

   "At some point one of the boys gets so horny, and so frustrated, that
his rubbing becomes more obvious.  Maybe he slips his hand down his pants.
Whatever.  The point is that all the boys know he's playing with himself.
By now they all are of course, but this one has decided he doesn't care -
they all know they're all doing it, and he's tired of the big shared lie.
He's usually also the first to actually pull it out, though that usually
takes a while longer, and most often happens in the dark, possibly under
blankets during a sleep over or whatever.

   "It's all gradual, progressing in stages, with the boys getting more
daring - possibly daring each other.  But together, they progress from
surety that they'd never do anything like that in front of friends, to not
only playing with themselves, but discovering the added thrill of doing it
where their friends can see.

   "It may shock you to know that girls take a slightly different path, but
generally end up in about the same sort of situation.  So it's not like
it's a 'boy' thing or a 'girl' thing.  It's just a normal, natural 'growing
up' thing."

   "But pa said..." Phil started.

   "Your pa's an idiot," Clara said firmly, with a touch of anger.  "Your
pa's a backwards, mis-informed dickhead who's so afraid of his own
sexuality - which likely also includes some bisexual feelings, since almost
every human has them to some degree - that he stuffs them down inside,
where denying them turns them inside-out into this *sick* fear that his
son's gay just because he was sucking his friend off!" By the time she'd
finished, she was almost yelling.

   "But I wasn't!" Phil objected.  "We never..."

   "You never got that far," Clara interrupted, calming herself.  "Your
father caught you before then.  But trust me honey.  If you'd been left
alone long enough, you and...  Mark?  At some point, you and Mark would
have wondered what it was like, and one of you would have dared the other,
or perhaps you'd have made a deal.  Whatever.  You'd have experimented more
and more over time.  So what'd your old man catch you doing?"

   "Uh...  I was touching..."

   "You were giving him an handy?" The boy looked confused.  "A handy! 
Stroking his dick for him.  Beating him off.  Masturbating him."

   "Uh, yeah, I guess." The kid's cheeks were flushed deeply.

   "Relax sweetie!" Clara smiled, her own comfort and cheerfulness helping
the boy find his way back to a more relaxed stance.  "There's nothing at
all wrong with making someone feel good by stroking their cock - or even
more!  Hell, you could have sucked his cock, gobbled down his cum, and
still would have been perfectly normal.  Almost every boy does that at some
point, though most of them lie about it, 'cos, you know, the whole 'gay'
thing..." she winked and grinned, obviously making a shared joke of it.

   "So were you first with him, or did he do you first?" Clara asked as if
it were the most natural question in the world.  She sipped her tea,
watching him.  As expected, he answered without even a flinch.

   "Mark did me first - I won the toss," he grinned.

   "Felt *amazing*, didn't it?" she smiled.

   "Sure did!  It's so...  *different*.  Better when someone else..." he
slowed.

   Before he could get embarrassed again, Clara interrupted.  "I *know*,
right?  It feels so much better when it's someone else touching your cock!"
She giggled.  "Yeah yeah, I don't have a cock.  But it's the same thing. 
First time a girl ever touched my pussy, I almost screamed it felt so
amazing!"

   Phil's eyes grew so big there was actual danger of them popping out of
the sockets.  It was so *cute!* But Clara didn't want him to get too stuck
on that point, so she went on.  "Now Phil, didn't you hear anything I said?
I said *all* kids - or at least almost all kids - go through this stage of
experimenting with friends.  So...  why you acting so surprised I did it? I
wasn't born a grownup you know!" They shared a laugh at that.  "In actual
fact though, it was such an amazing experience that I *still* get turned on
as hell when I remember it.  Can you tell?" She brought her fingertips up
to her protruding nipples, lightly caressing the bumps-atop-the-mounds.

   Phil looked away embarrassed and mumbled something.

   It was time to sting him.  "Oh!" Clara said.  "I'm so sorry Phil!  I
didn't mean to embarrass you!  I thought your father was wrong.  I didn't
think you were *actually* gay!"

   His head turned back with a snap.  "I'm not!" he said, almost yelling.

   She giggled.  "Then why did you look away when a woman's inviting you to
look at her breasts?" She frowned.  "Maybe you don't like my breasts? 
They're too small?  Too big?  Wrong shape?" She made a sad, pouty look, and
it took Phil several seconds to realize that she was playing him.

   When he finally did, he laughed, somehow relieved, and let himself
actually *look* at her.  She really was an attractive woman.  Certainly
prettier than some of the ones he'd masturbated to.  His mouth felt try as
his eyes drank her in, his mind extrapolating what she might look like sans
clothes.

   "That's better," she smiled warmly.  "A woman likes to be appreciated by
a sweet young man." She returned one hand to his leg, though to his thigh
rather than his knee.  "You're a fine young man Phil.  And you've done
nothing wrong.  Your father though - he's a bit of a prick.  He interrupted
a normal, natural part of your maturing, and I just can't let that stand.
I'm here to help you honey - it's what your daddy's paying me for after
all."

   "Yeah," Phil said a little sulkily.  "He thinks I'm gay and you're
supposed to cure me."

   Clara giggled again.  She might be thirty-something, but her giggles
were both natural and charming.  "Well honey, the only way I know of
'curing' you would be to prove you're not really gay!"

   Phil's brow furrowed.  "Is there, like some kind of test or
something...?"

   "Yes and no," Clara smiled.  She leaned in closer, her voice lowering.
"The only real test is for you to make love to a woman and find out how you
feel about it.  Does that...  seem like a fair test to you?"

   Phil was stunned.  He was also confused.  Part of him just *knew* she
had to be messing with him.  Another part was just as certain he was having
one of *those* dreams.  And the biggest part of him was praying fervently
that it was really true - that was she seemed to be implying might actually
happen.

   Clara could see he needed time to work all that out, so she backed off,
changing tack.  She sat up straight, withdrawing her hand from his leg, and
in a "strictly-business" tone of voice, said, "I'll let you think about
that a bit.  It's a real offer to help you work through this
'experimentation' phase.  You should feel free to say 'no' if you don't
find me sexually attractive." He started to speak, but she held up one
hand, silencing him.  "Let me finish.  Now I wouldn't want to rush things.
To let you fully explore everything you should would take probably ten to
twenty sessions.  Of course, you can discontinue any time you like.  At any
point I'm prepared to pronounce you 'cured' and fully heterosexual. 
But..." her eyes narrowed mischievously, "I'd like to offer you something
else as well.

   "Your father is a bigot.  A homophobe of the worst sort.  He's
interrupted his only son's natural development, accusing him of being gay -
which you probably are not, judging by the way you're staring at my tits -
and even if you were, it's a fucked up way to treat your son, telling him
he's messed up and needs to be 'fixed'.  So...  here's the deal.

   "You probably know I charge a butt-load of money for this 'Conversion
Therapy' bullshit.  The actual reason is that I only keep half of it.  The
other half goes to my clients.  Kids who actually *are* homosexual
generally need something to get started on when they fly the nest - parents
who aren't emotionally supportive aren't usually financially supportive
either.  So I put half of my fees into a bank account and keep them in
'therapy' until we've milked their parents for a decent starting nest-egg."

   The way Phil's face lit up, it was clear he liked the idea of sticking
it to such bastards - which endeared him even more to her.

   "You're not in that position - unless you choose to be.  I can pronounce
you 'cured' any time you like, and you'll be welcomed back into the nest."

   "Uh," Phil said uncertainly.  "What if...  well...  what if we do that
and like, you put my money to someone else who needs it more?"

   Clara had to fight back the tears.  "Oh honey," she said, hugging him
tightly.  "That's so *wonderful* of you!" She kissed him on the forehead,
sniffed and sat back up.  "God, I could truly love you Phil!  But." She
cleared her throat to give herself a moment.  "Let's do half that.  We'll
split yours - half for others, half for you.  After all," she smiled, "if
you're that good-natured, you could still get disowned by that prick."

   Phil didn't think so, but it seemed a fair compromise.  Besides, he was
still reeling from her comment about loving him.  Could that even be? 
Ever? She was a full-grown woman after all!  And from what she'd said, she
wouldn't be *his* girlfriend - she had other 'clients'.  But still, if she
loved him *at all*, he'd still be the luckiest guy in the world.  Of
course, he couldn't tell his friends - but *he* would know.

   Having arrived at an agreement on that point, Clara returned to the
earlier discussion.  "So what do you think sweetheart?  Would you like to
learn about sex with me?"

   The side-line had distracted Phil enough to reduce his excitement, but
this brought it back with a rush.  He could feel himself swelling rapidly.
"Y-yes please," he said with barely a stutter.

   "Excellent!  See honey, you're already more relaxed about it!" Clara
slid closer to him on the sofa.  That's really the secret to good sex, by
the way.  You have to be relaxed about it.  Excited, of course, but relaxed
as in not-scared.  You're not afraid of me, are you Phil?"

   "Uh, yes!" he said, then laughed as she rolled her eyes.  "No, not
really.  I mean, I kinda am scared cos...  it's new?  And I don't know
what...  what to do?  But...  I mean, I think you're okay.  Like, I
mean..."

   "You like me Phil," Clara asked in a low voice, looking into his eyes.

   "Uh yeah, I do!" he said, blushing.

   "That's good honey.  I like you too.  Very much.  And I'm going to enjoy
showing you sexual stuff.  Oh!  You do know you can't tell *anyone*, right?
And I mean, not even Mark, or your preacher, or anyone."

   "Duh!" he said.  "Oh, uh, sorry.  I didn't mean that like you're stupid.
I meant like, that's really obvious.  Yeah, I know."

   "Okay honey.  Just wanted to be sure." She reached up and ruffled his
hair, then before he could react, moved in and kissed him right on the
lips! She wished she could have caught that look on film.  It was such a
*perfect* mixture of shock and delight!  It made her smile and her tummy
fluttery at the same time.  Part of her wanted to rip his clothes off and
mount him right there and then!  But of course, that'd be completely unfair
to the kid.

   She did notice something else that made her grin wickedly though.  Phil
was sitting with his knees pressed tightly together.  "Honey?" she asked
gently, "Do you have an erection?"

   He almost denied it, then realized how stupid that would be.  Clara as
going to teach him stuff about sex - an erection was part of that.  "Uh,
yeah," he said, fighting the embarrassment.  To his relief, she didn't
laugh or anything.  In fact, she seemed happy to hear it!

   "I'm happy to hear that Phil.  If it's uncomfortable, please feel free
to adjust it.  I don't want you uncomfy.  Hell," she said after a pause. 
"You can even whip it out if you want!" She did smile then, to show she was
joking, though it was a joke she also meant as true.

   "You first!" Phil retorted playfully, then blushed again at the
realization that he'd just spoken that way to a grown woman.

   He was about to apologize when Clara asked in a soft voice, "Would you
like to see me naked Phil?  Is that what you meant?  Obviously I can't whip
my own cock out, so that can't be it.  But if you want to see my body, I'll
be happy to show it to you honey."

   "Seriously?" The word slipped out before he thought, and when Clara rose
from the couch and walked away, he was sure he'd fucked the whole thing up.
But she went to the window and drew the curtains, then walked back to the
sofa.

   Standing in front of him, she casually began by releasing the bun of her
hair, fluffing out the blonde curls around her shoulders.  She kept looking
him in the eye the whole time, with a look on her face that somehow told
Phil that yes, she was going to show him her body.  More, she was going to
*enjoy* showing it to him.  The idea excited him immensely, and he squirmed
several times before he realized that she'd *invited* him to adjust
himself!

   As he slid his hand under his waistband, Clara smiled reassuringly. 
"That's good honey!  Don't be shy, that thing needs to be comfy!" He was
surprised at how *good* it felt to adjust himself with a beautiful woman
actually *knowing* what he was doing.  Acknowledging it.  He wondered what
it would be like to masturbate with her watching.  He'd discovered with
Mark that it was much better when *he* had been watching - how much better
would it be with this woman looking on?

   Clara unbuttoned her blouse, neither hurrying nor dallying, then slipped
it off.  Phil was surprised how revealing the bra beneath it was.  He could
easily make out the points of her nipples, though he couldn't actually see
through the silky fabric.  But that was a momentary obstruction, as she
unclasped the front, slipping easily out of the bra, her breasts if full
view.

   He had, of course, seen several different sizes and shapes on-screen and
in magazine before, but he truly, *honestly* believed that these were the
most beautiful breasts in the world.  They were full without being too big,
firm yet jiggly.  The nipples were surrounded by half-dollar areolae which
were pink against the pale breasts.  The nipples themselves were a little
larger than pencil erasers, and seemed firm when Clara's fingers strummed
over them like guitar strings.

   "What do you think so far honey?" Clara asked, her voice strangely
husky. Her fingers continued to strum the nipples, as if she enjoyed it.

   "They're...  *really* pretty," he said, not sure what else to say.  That
much was true, they *were* really pretty.  But he wanted to say it a
thousand times, and even that wouldn't be enough.  But he was eleven - he
had no skill at expressing that sort of thing.

   Fortunately, Clara understood more by his tone and expression, and knew
the compliment he intended.  "I'm glad you like them honey.  They like you
too!  See how hard my nipples are?  You know that means I'm turned on too,
right?  Like the way your cock gets hard?  Not exactly the same of course,
but still, it's an indicator you should know about."

   "I...  uh...  heard something like that," the boy admitted, completely
unaware that his eyes hadn't strayed from her breasts from the instant
they'd been revealed.

   "Don't cum in your pants honey," Clara said, and Phil suddenly realized
that his hand was not only still down his pants, but that he had been
unconsciously stroking himself while looking at her.  He yanked his hand
out, his face beet-red.

   "Oh no honey!  You don't have to stop stroking it!  I just don't think
you want to go home in soggy underwear," Clara said.  "By all means, if you
want to rub one out, I sure won't object!  I just *love* watching boys jack
off!"

   "You...  do?" Phil asked, surprised at the revelation.  "Why?" He wasn't
even sure why he asked that.  It just seemed the natural follow-up.  And he
*was* curious.

   "Well honey," Clara said patiently, easing down onto the sofa beside
him, "I guess there's a few reasons.  Uhm...  Well I think cocks are
pretty..."

   "Huh!" Phil scoffed.

   "No seriously!" Clara insisted.  "You think my boobies are pretty, and
you obviously like looking at them, so why shouldn't I think cocks are
pretty?"

   Phil didn't know how to answer that.  *He* knew the difference, and
didn't understand why *she* didn't.  But he didn't want to argue the point.

   Clara saw she'd won that point and went on.  "And also, I like that you
feel good when you do it.  I mean, I know how good it feels when I play
with myself, and I like you, a lot.  So naturally I want you to feel that
good too."

   That actually made sense to Phil, and he smiled.  "I want you to feel
good too!" he said, and meant it.

   "That's good honey, because you'll be helping me feel really good.  In
fact, you already are.  Did you notice how I keep touching my nipples? 
Well they're hard because it turns me on the way you keep ogling them.  And
when I'm turned on and they're hard like that, they're more sensitive, and
feel good when I strum them like this." She demonstrated by running her
fingertips over them again, thrilling them as each finger bent the nipple,
then suddenly released it so it sprang back into position while the kid
watched closely.

   "That feels good?" he asked.

   "Oh yes honey, very good." She could see his desire in his eyes, and
added, "Don't worry sweetie, you'll get to try that later - I'll show you
how.  But right now, you wanted to see me naked, right?"

   "Oh!  Right!" He shook his head.  How could he have forgotten?  But her
breasts were...  mesmerizing!

   Clara stood again, facing him and smiling.  She fully understood how the
object(s) of immediate attention could make one forget other things.  She
was that way when giving head.  The rest of the world just ceased to exist,
which was why she often sucked to completion without actually intending to.

   Again without hurry or delay, she slipped her skirt down and off.  In
the process, she slipped out of her low-heel pumps, nudging them aside with
her foot.  She stood there for a moment, letting the boy see her in only
her panties.  They were low-cut and stretchy, hugging her every contour in
a near-nude color.  She hadn't intended to dress particularly sexily, and
when she dressed to go out, she liked to give the appearance of nothing on
underneath without actually going commando - at least not *always* going
commando!  Still, this was the first time Phil had seen an actual, living
woman wearing nothing but her panties.  And while he'd seen girls in
bikinis that revealed even more (at least down below), somehow it was much
sexier because he wasn't *supposed* to be seeing this.  it made all the
difference.

   Clara didn't want to keep her new friend in suspense though, so she
slipped the panties off after a few moments, straightening, then turning
around to let the boy see her from all sides.  She'd always been happy with
her body.  The proportions were fit without being skinny, curvy without
being bimbo-ish.  Her butt tucked under nicely, neatly giving a good curve
without carrying more weight than necessary.  And of course, there was her
pussy...

   "No hair?" Phil asked curiously.  He'd seen pictures of girls unshorn,
trimmed, and shaved, so it wasn't a surprise, but he was curious.

   "No honey.  If I've got a female client around your age, seeing hair on
me could make her feel immature." While this was true enough, it was
completely not the reason she kept herself completely smooth.  The *real*
reason was that she liked little girl pussies very, *very* much.  And so it
was more exciting to her when she masturbated to feel smooth skin instead
of fur - especially if she was doing it in front of a mirror or camera! 
Plus, without the hair there, her nerve endings got more direct contact. 
Of course, it was even better when the *boy* was hairless too - bare skin
on bare skin was *amazingly* erotic!

   "Oh, I see," Phil said.  Even though she'd mentioned female clients, it
hadn't really occurred to him that she'd have sex with them.  Or rather,
*how* she'd have sex with them.  He wondered briefly what it would be like
to watch such an event - but only briefly because looking at her naked body
was far too distracting.  As was the growing urgency in his own pants. 
He'd been pushed about as far as he could handle, and needed to get some
relief before he ended up with soggy underwear despite Clara's earlier
attempt to prevent it!

   "So what do you think?" Clara asked.

   "I think you're amazing.  And beautiful.  And...  and so much more!"
Phil said with feeling.  He wanted to look at her forever, and ...  who
knew what else!  But the urgency was growing.  "I...  uh...  can I use your
bathroom?"

   "Of course you can honey," she smiled.  "It's right through that door.
Just don't masturbate in there, okay?"

   Phil was crestfallen.  Was he *really* going to have to wait till he got
home?  From what she'd said earlier, he'd though she'd understand that he
really did have a need.  He didn't understand her sudden reversal.  Why
couldn't he go in there and relieve himself?

   "Why not?" he asked, horrified as the words escaped his mouth before he
could stop them.

   Clara smiled.  "Wouldn't you rather share it with me honey?"

   "Share?" Phil asked, confused.

   "Your cum honey!  Your climax at least, if you don't cum yet.  I think
it'd be better for you if you let me get you off."

   That was almost the end of the issue.  Phil could feel himself preparing
to shoot without even letting it out.  It was a close thing, but not quite.
Probably part of that was because Clara was motioning him to get up and
come to her.

   He got up mechanically and walked to face her, stopping about a foot
away.  Her proximity was only making things worse for him - the closer he
got to her, the more aroused he became.  It was no longer a question of
*if* he would cum, but rather, how many more seconds till it erupted.

   Clara sensed the impending explosion and dropped to her knees before
him, reaching for his belt.  Glancing up to make sure he wasn't objecting,
she quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and lowered his pants around
his ankles.  His cock leaped out like a tightly-wound spring, rock-hard, a
beautiful deep pink, the tip shiny with wetness.

   "Oh honey," Clara said, taking it in with her eyes.  About four inches
long, it was straight as an arrow, the head a deep, aroused-looking pink.
"It's *so* fucking beautiful Phil!" It was too.  More than anything she
wanted to slid her lips around it and suck it into her mouth, but it was
too soon.  This first time should be a hand-job.  His first hand-job by a
woman.  She couldn't wait to feel it though!  It looked so smooth and warm,
and every cock felt different and lovely in her hands.

   It was too late though.  As she reached for his member, Phil's body
jerked and spurts of hot cum jetted out, splashing against her in a
rapid-fire volley leaving spatters from her neck to her belly-button!  Phil
reflexively reached out and took her shoulders in his hands to keep from
falling over with the force of the pleasure coursing through him.

   Clara had only a moment, she knew, to turn this early-fire from a defeat
to a victory in the boy's eyes.  "Oh my God!" she squealed joyfully as the
hot goop splatted against her skin.  "Yes Phil!  Shower me with your hot
cum!  Oh fuck yes honey!  Cum hard all over me!  Cover me!  Your cum's so
hot on my skin!  It feels sooo sexy and good!"

   While intended to keep Phil on a positive track with the event, it was
also true.  Clara *loved* being cum upon.  There was something just
*unspeakably* lewd about it.  And she loved the way the cum felt on her
skin as she rubbed it in.  She did that now, smearing it around and rubbing
it into her flesh like lotion as the boy watched, even reaching for his
member and squeezing out the last drops onto her palm.  Her breasts and
chest and tummy were shiny with the boy's cum and he stood there, watching
this completely obscene act with wonder, unable to speak or act himself as
he clung to her for support.

   She finished by licking the cum from her hands while looking up into his
eyes with gratitude in her own.  "Thank you Phil honey!  That was such a
lovely gift!"

   "I...  I didn't mean to..." he started.

   "Well I'm sure glad you did!  What a waste that would have been to shoot
into the toilet!  Your cum is yummy, and I love the way it feels on me
honey!  We'll *definitely* have to do that again!" She paused, looking up
at him shyly, "I mean, if you want to..."

   "Oh *heck* yes!" he almost shouted.  He'd never cum so hard in his life!
"Whenever you want!  Dang, that was..." he shook his head, once again out
of words.

   Clara motioned him closer, and as he bent down, she took his head in her
hands and kissed him.  She thought he might at least know the principles of
French kissing, so she let her lips part and her tongue slip out to run
along his lips.

   She could feel him twitch in surprise, then a moment of confusion before
he realized what she wanted to do and opened his mouth.  Her tongue slipped
into his mouth, seeking and finding his, and in a moment they were kissing
deeply as lovers, the youth following the guidance of the experienced
woman. He'd never French kissed before, but he was a quick study and the
lesson was pleasant, as was the fact that he was kissing a naked,
cum-covered, full-grown woman.  His head spun from it all, and he was lost
in the kiss, feeling dizzy and weightless, and spent from his climax and
deeply, deeply in love with this woman who'd given him so much, so quickly!

   Finally they parted, and Phil realized he could taste his own cum on his
tongue, as well as Clara's own flavor.  Both were mixed with the sweetness
of the act itself, his brain cataloging them as "good" and worthy of
pursuing more of the same.

   Getting up, Clara took the boy into the restroom, and with a damp cloth,
quickly cleaned him up and tucked him away.  His cock was already ready for
a repeat, as was the boy himself, but their "session time" was done, and
she had to get him back into condition to face his father once again.  So
after she got him dressed, then re-dressed herself, she sat down and
chatted with him for a bit to help him down off the rush and at least
reduce the ear-to-ear grin a bit.

   ***

   "Well doc, whatcha think?" Dick asked, obviously more concerned about
his career than his son.  "Can you fix him?"

   Forcing the urge to feed Dick his own dick, she smiled sweetly.  "I
believe so Mr.  Berry.  Phil is a bright young man, and he really *wants*
to be straight.  While that might not ever be 100% possible, I think it's
fair to say that I can guarantee that with continued work, we can ensure
he'll learn to enjoy women *at least* as much as men.  There's no reason he
can't have a wife and family one day, if that's what he chooses to do.  But
it *will* take some work, and you'll have to refrain from interfering with
the process if there's to be any chance of success.  So your part will be
to make sure he comes to see me once a week, and don't badger, bully, or
mistreat him.  Let him choose his own pastimes, and especially don't push
him to do sports or activities because *you* like them.  That would almost
certainly push him back in the wrong direction.  Can I count on you?"

   Dick didn't like that.  He wanted his boy to follow in *his* footsteps.
The *Right* footsteps!  But even more than that, he wanted to not be
embarrassed by having a gay son.  He nodded.  "Sure thing doc.  Same time
next week?"

   "I'm looking forward to it *very* much," she smiled, winking at Phil
when his father turned away.

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