Family Therapist - Chapter 10 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 10 The two women sat in the kitchen for a long time... at least it seemed like it to Johnny. After everything with Mrs. Scott, well... this was night was another thing all together. What Mrs. Morgan had just let him do. How many times had he imagined just that? But reality was something else, seeing her... feeling her... actually there. The tension in her muscles. The way her eyes moved. The soft, lined skin of her face. It was real. He was hard again. The thought of what might... oh man... but he waited patiently, playing Eddie's XBOX in the back room. Wow. Eddie. What would he think? Holy F, man... He lost track of time, buried in the game, but it couldn't have been more than 30 minutes. "Johnny," he heard Martha finally call from the front of the house somewhere. He looked at the clock - it was only 9:30 pm. But... he was "at a friend's house" for the night --- what difference did it make how late it was? He paused the game... put down the controller, rose and moved toward the voice... turning the corner to the entry hall of his friend's still very dimly lit house. And stopped... His therapist was there... beaming at him, standing next to Mrs. Morgan. He had always thought she was pretty, but standing there... blondish shoulder-length hair, swept back. Pretty. She had changed her clothes. He took it in... looking. He couldn't help it. She was wearing a simple, very light-orange, very sheer, simple night dress... thin... almost... ALMOST... see-through... her hard nipples obviously erect in the dim light... circular neckline showing a hint of cleavage... no bra... that was obvious too... a hint of darkness from her areola underneath. The nightgown had a very thin elastic draw string around the middle, but it was all one piece... it fell over her hips... her full, wide hips... her motherly, pronounced mid-section... to her calves. She wore slippers... flat... white... simple. He knew those slippers. Why? Something... where? A Christmas present... from his mom... oh man. He remembered her opening them when their families had gotten together... as usual. "Mrs. Morgan," Martha whispered, "Shall we?" she said sweetly, motioning once again to the stairway. "Nobody will be home until tomorrow," she smiled, seeing Angela hesitate - knowing what was about to happen. Martha nodded, urging gently, smiling sweetly as Angela finally reached out... and took his hand... turning... leading him. "We have all night..." Martha whispered behind them. His eyes were fixated again... her ass... her full cheeks... not skinny... a little plump... not fat... the sheer silky material falling over them... the ever so light jiggle as she she stepped up... one stair at a time... the sway of the material... outlining each cheek... slipping between them as she moved... as he watched them move. Oh my god... so real... so close... I am going to see them! he thought. Oh he was hard again! Rock hard. Martha following quietly, touching his shoulder lightly as they climbed, stairs creaking lightly. He turned his head. She smiled... looking into his eyes. "She really does look nice and soft back there, doesn't she?" she trailed off, smiling... a teasing, wicked little smile... that only he could see... winking... ------- The hallway was dark now, night settling in completely... he could see her bedroom door slightly ajar at the end of the hallway, dim light coming from inside. Martha slipped ahead of them again, and stopped. Angela almost bumped into her. They were half-way down the hall, when Martha turned... and pushed open Eddie's bedroom door. Angela didn't move. She could see candlelight dimly flickering in her son's room. What was? No... "In you go," Martha whispered, motioning... gently steering her. Angela resisted. Martha leaned in close, whispering in Angela's ear so only she could hear, "I know you have fantasized about this room... about... your son..." she whispered. "Let go of your inhibitions, Angela..." she whispered, "and fuck your friend's son..." she pushed open the door further, "in your fantasy room..." she said gently, "in your son's room," she smiled. "You've role-played it in your mind so many times," she whispered, "we've talked about it... you know you want to..." she paused, light hand on the small of her back... guiding her in. And in she went. Her son's bed glaring at her. Her knees trembled. She stood next to Martha, supported by her friend... her therapist. Johnny faced them, his best friend's bed behind them. Soft, flickering, dim candlelight cast an orange glow. Eddie's desk was always a little messy. Gadgets, magazines, pictures, books... disarrayed across the top of his bookshelves... shadows cast by the candlelight. "Mrs. Morgan is yours for tonight," Martha whispered, smiling softly. Angela's legs tingled. She couldn't believe where they were. "She is a mother..." Martha whispered... "treat her gently... she deserves that..." she whispered. "And you know how to, don't you..." she paused, seeing them lock eyes. "Explore her..." Martha whispered, "use her..." she trailed off, "gently." it was a long few moments before he could make himself do it. "Mrs. Morgan... I... can I..." he started to ask, stumbling over the words, but Martha shook her head gently. "No Johnny," she whispered firmly, "you do not need to ask anything..." she paused... "Use Mrs. Morgan..." she smiled gently. His eyes slowly left hers... locking back at Angela's. She looked down. She was trembling a little, he could tell - even in the dim light. He hesitated. Martha slipped next to him... touched him gently... urged him. He stepped closer to his best friend's mother. And he surprised her. He leaned forward... her face SO very familiar... and he kissed her... or he tried to... lightly... on her lips. Angela wasn't ready for that! No! That was... too.. too... intimate! Only her husband...! Her head pulled back lightly - but Martha urged him. "Oh, that is so sweet, Angela" she whispered, urging him forward. And he did... he leaned in... and kissed her again. Gently. Lingered. She froze. But he persisted. His lips awkward on hers... His warm hand touched her side suddenly. She shuddered. Tried to pull away... lightly. This was... too much... somehow... even after what had happened earlier. No matter how much she wanted... but he rested his hand there... kept his hand there. Kissing her gently. "Mrs. Morgan," Martha whispered, "your son won't be home until tomorrow, will he?" she teased gently. "I think Linda's son wants to feel you up, don't you Johnny?" she whispered. He didn't hesitate. Keeping his lips on hers... their kiss with closed lips... soft, but closed... he slipped his right hand up... slowly... feeling the soft, mature fleshiness of her belly under the thin fabric of the night gown... slipping up... cupping... feeling her hard nipple trace a path over his palm as her breast filled his boyish hand... hearing her moan... almost too softly to be be heard... but he heard it. "Oh Johnny, no..." she sighed softly... head pulling back for a moment... feeling his boyish teen hand smoothly cup her... weigh her... softly squeeze her... his lips on hers again... her mouth beginning to react... her lips parting slightly... lightly taking his bottom lip between hers... guiding him... oh my god, his hands were on her. She felt the tug at the back of her neck... Martha... slipping the single button open... "There, Mrs. Morgan," she whispered as she helped slip her gown over her shoulders... Angela didn't resist... letting it fall... her arms easily slipping free of the light fabric... exposing her motherly breasts to him... his lips still on hers... for a moment longer, anyway. Her gown drifted down... held up by the thin elastic at the waistband... keeping it on her hips... Johnny gently broke free... stepped back lightly... and brought both hands up... his warm hands... finally... slowly... filling with her naked, warm, mature, soft breasts... oh my god, Angela closed her eyes. His finger tips traced their curves... traced her areola... softly tweaked her nipples... then cupped... and lifted... and gently squeezed... "Oh my god," she sighed as he closed his warm mouth over over her right nipple... taking her areola into his mouth... pressing gently with his tongue... swirling it lightly... his hands kneading her breasts as he suckled... "Johnny..." Angela whispered... "Johnny..." she sighed. Martha moved close to her, whispering in her ear. "Mrs. Morgan, how naughty..." she whispered, "and in your son's very own bedroom," she trailed off. Angela's eyes closed tightly now, her hand lightly on the back of his young head as he gently, warmly suckled her breast. "Is it Eddie you are thinking about?" Martha whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Johnny's hands slipped down... cupping her ass... his mouth still warmly on her breast... pushing her back... leaning her back... "Oh, my!" Martha whispered as Angela half sat, half fell onto her own son's bed. Johnny leaning over her... suckling as she leaned back... back... until her legs were dangling at the knees, lying flat on her back... on her son's bed, Johnny easily holding himself over her on one elbow, still gently tracing and suckling and kneading her mature breasts... the tip of his tongue lightly tracing a line from one nipple to the other... tracing lightly up and down her cleavage as her breasts now lay slightly to either side on her rib-cage... Mrs. Scott had let him practice... a lot... he loved it... his mind briefly on their classroom... Martha gently sat on the foot of the bed next to them. It was only a full bed... but it was plenty big for what they were going to do, motioning now for Johnny to do the same. "Johnny," Martha whispered, "can you guess what Mrs. Morgan's secret is?" she whispered, seeing Angela react slightly as she lay between them, legs together, knees dangling, hand now covering her eyes. "I..." he started, "I am not... I think..." he hesitated. "You can say it, it's OK," she whispered. "I think... she wants to... to have sex..." he paused, "with Eddie?" he said very quietly, eyebrows raised, unsure. Martha smiled sweetly, and gently reached down, lightly putting a hand on Angela's left calf as it dangled over the foot of the bed, motioning for Johnny to do the same. In one motion, Angela resisting slightly at first, but letting go... the lifted, pulling her legs up. Angela sighed "No" but gave in... her crotch on fire... she pulled her knees up... Martha slipping her nightgown up until it was bunched around her waist... her knees still together. Martha motioned for Johnny... and he slipped to the floor... facing her. Putting one hand on each ankle... Martha guiding him... he spread her legs. "Yes Johnny," Martha whispered, "Mrs. Morgan wants to fuck her own son..." she responded finally, waiting. "Does that surprise you?" she whispered, but Johnny was frozen. His eyes were inches from her... her full, silky, high-waisted panties stretched over her mound. "Martha!" they both heard Angela whisper... a plead... but then nothing. He was fixated... he could see hints of her dark full bush... "Can you see her labia," Martha motioned, guiding him... the slight groove of her womanhood obvious... "Many mothers want to fuck their sons... did you know that?" she whispered. "Oh, it would never even dawn on most mothers, and we all know how taboo it is... how wrong..." she paused, "but deep inside... from a place some mother's won't admit...," she whispered, "they want to pamper... to worship... to make love to their own son's penis..." she said softly She guided his fingertip slowly... nearing... then gently... ever so gently... touching the top of that special groove... her womanhood... Martha nodding encouragement... Angela shuddering... feeling him touch, and slowly trace its outline... the silk of her panties gently depressing between her full, mature labia as he followed their shape... the groove betweeen...traced... "Johnny, no..." Angela sighed. Her legs trembled. "They want to cuddle... and protect... and take them deep inside..." Martha whispered, continuing. "Oh yes, Johnny, Mrs. Morgan wants to fuck Eddie..." she whispered, "her own son..." she whispered, watching as he tenderly felt her, her legs spreading wider as she gave in... Angela's hands now holding her knees... pulling back... spreading... "Use her," Martha said gently, firmly, watching as Johnny lingered around the opening to her vagina... slick with her fluids... her panties slipping in and out as he gently probed. "Help me..." Martha whispered after a moment, slowly tugging at the waistband, her panties slipping down... Angela involuntarily lifted up, helping them... "Angela," Martha said gently as they slipped them from her ankles, watching as Johnny moved in... his eyes fixated on her full mature mound... her labia peaking open and closed as Martha shifted on the bed to speak to her... His tongue mad contact... flat... smooth... firm... he slipped it along the groove... tasting her taste... he pushed at the opening of her vagina... probing... "Oh Angela," Martha whispered as Johnny's hands softly wrapped under her mature, fleshy thighs... pulling her to him... his tongue finding her clitoris... pressing flat on it... his head gently rolling around... pressure... rocking up and down... his warm, teen tongue flat on her clitoris... pressing... rolling... lightly rasping... but never loosing contact... her clitoris was on fire. Oh my god! The pleasure creeping up through her groin... And then she felt his finger... probe... and slip inside... deep into her vagina. "Mrs. Morgan!" Martha whispered, "Your best friend's son!" she teased ever so quietly. Angela didn't really hear her. All she could feel was his teen finger inside her most private of places... and his tongue... still pulsing and pressing and rolling on her... her legs beginning to tremble... her mound pressing into his mouth on its own... her hands moving to her breasts... her legs falling apart... wide... her fingers teasing her own nipples... clamping them in time with the pressure of his tongue rolling on her clit... her mound beginning to vibrate... tremble... his finger slipping in... and out... "Mrs. Morgan," Martha whispered very quietly, knowing she was near... "Johnny is going to fuck you..." she whispered, Angela's thighs came together... clamping now on his head as his tongue pressed and rolled... hard on her clitoris... never leaving it... his finger toying inside of her gently... her hands dropping, pulling his head into her... her hips rolling... his tongue grinding on her... Angela exploded. "No..." she sighed... moaned... "Oh my god..." her thighs trembling, her hips lifting... grinding on his tongue... her climax ripping through her... "No..." she tried again... "His cock is going to penetrate you..." Martha whispered... "His young, hard, teen cock..." she whispered directly into her ear... "The one you just took into your throat," she paused, "Mrs. Morgan," she whispered, "he is going to cum... in your ass..." she said firmly. Angela's hands held the back of his head... holding him... holding him... her climax shuddering... her hips trembling... Subsiding... throbbing... her mind racing. Oh my god... ---- It couldn't have been 10 minutes. She found herself kneeling on the floor... her lips slipping over his the head of his cock as she sucked him again... taking him in... clamping her lips on his shaft... taking as much as she could into her mouth... feeling his spongy head press against her throat... he was so hard... pulling back. "That's nice," Martha whispered, "what a good mommy," she teased, "getting her boy ready to fuck her..." she said softly. And now, Martha guiding her... her nightgown back on... lying her down... face down... on her son's bed... pillows under her hips... her ass up. Oh my god... "Martha, no... I can't... I don't..." but Martha cut her off. Too late. She felt them there... Martha lying next to him, guiding him. "Gently... spread her cheeks..." she whispered. Angela wiggled a little, whispering "No" - maybe only to herself... She flinched... wetness... warm breath... what was? His tongue... FF"That's right," Martha whispered... his wet, firm, teen tongue pressing on the rim of her anus... "gentle... gentle..." Martha whispered as he rolled the tip on the clenched opening. Probing... pushing... "No..." Angela whispered, her hips rolling... trying to get away... feeling him push... jumping when his thumb gently found her clitoris again... Martha guiding him... "No..." she whispered again... feeling his tongue stiffen... probe... push... and slip in... "Oh my god!" Angela moaned... "No, Martha..." she pleaded as he pushed his face between her cheeks... his tongue probing her asshole... her married, cheating... adulterous asshole... "Martha... I shouldn't... we can't -" but Martha cut her off, "Your son won't be home until tomorrow..." she whispered, very sweetly, "but when he climbs into this bed tomorrow night..." she paused, holding Johnny's head lightly, keeping his face buried in her ass, "he will never know that his own mother has been fucked in her ass... right here... in his own bed..." she whispered... "by his best friend..." she said firmly, seeing her full, mature ass, her fleshy thighs... moving... trying to get away... Johnny's thumb kept pressure on her clitoris - still sensitive from a few minutes ago, his tongue swirling around her rim... then pushing in gently... again. This was... so wrong. Angela's mind raced. "Johnny, here," she heard Martha whisper, hearing someth- she felt it. She felt him pull away from her for a moment... cold... something... it was cold... Lubricant. On her vagina. And something else. Oh my god. Before it registered what... She felt it push at the opening of her vagina... Johnny gently slipped a long, narrow vibrator into her, deep into her. "Oh my god!" Angela moaned, "No..." feeling the protrusion at its end ever so lightly rest near her clitoris... it was a set on a very, very light vibration. Oh my god. Her hips rolled lightly. She was being used. Prepared for... oh my god. And then she flinched. Cold... cold... Lubricant. On her... anus. Oh my god. Slick. Lots of it. Her mind racing... his finger now tracing, probing her rim, Martha guiding him. "Very gently," Martha whispered, and it slipped in, he finger slipping inside her anus easily with the lubricant. "Oh my god!" Angela protested, feeling her ass clamp on his finger involuntarily, feeling him probe... in... and out... "No" she whispered. "Gently," Martha guided him, the thumb from his other hand finding her clitoris again, the vibrator lightly pulsing inside her vagina. "Oh my god..." was all she could say... it felt... oh my god. He was very gentle... he touched her anus very lightly again... probed... explored. "Oh Mrs. Morgan," Martha whispered, "what are you doing?" she teased ever so gently, as he toyed. It seemed like forever. Her hips rolled lightly as she got used to it... her mind drifting. The sudden change brought her back. The mattress moving... she knew what he was doing... Martha was guiding him... his finger gone... oh my god. "Martha, I don't think I can do th-" and then it was there. His spongy, lubricated, hard teen cockhead. Pressing against... her anus. Oh my god. She twisted... "No..." she said, trying to turn, lifting her head. His tongue was one thing... his finger... but his spongy, young, warm cock felt.. huge. There was no way- "Gently," Martha ignored her as he rested his hands on her hips... as he made his first attempt... rocking forward ever so slightly... pushing against her clenched anus... slippery. She felt his shaft brush its sides on each cheek... as he began to rock... slowly... pushing gently... firmly... "Mrs. Morgan," Martha whispered, "this boy is about to fuck your ass," she said softly, the head of his cock urging gently against her anus. "Easy, Angela," she whispered, lightly massaging her lower back now, "let him in..." she said softly. It was just split second. She relaxed, her muscles loosening... and the head pushed in... halfway... she winced... clenched... pushed him out. "No..." she tried to whisper. "That's right," Martha ignored her still, lightly massaging her back, "Your husband would be jealous, wouldn't he?" she teased playfully, massaging, coaxing... "This boy behind you wants too fuck you in the ass..." she whispered... "let him in, Angela" she urged, "you know you want to..." she said softly. Her muscles loosened. "No..." Angela sighed. And it popped in... the head of his teen cock was in her ass! She clenched. Winced. It hurt... it felt huge. She clenched again, trying to push him out... but held him self there... she wound up clamping onto his cockhead... holding it in... "Ungh!" was all she could say... it felt huge... she felt like she was... like she was... taking a crap... but not really the same... different... she felt the vibrator... her clitoris tingling... the pain of her sphincter... stretched... clamped around him... "Gentle," she heard Martha whisper to him... "Angela," she paused, "let him in... it will get easier..." she urged gently... caressing her back... her shoulders... Angela trembled... relaxed... felt him push gently... And his cock sank into her... deep... into her mature, virgin ass... the pain of her stretched rim was sharp... but she took it... she couldn't believe it... her eyes watered... "Oh Mrs. Morgan, " Martha whispered, "ass-fucking this teen boy..." she said gently, stroking her hair. Johnny paused... then pulled back slowly... "Slowly Johnny," Martha whispered, "gently..." she guided as he pushed in again... deeply... holding her wide hips... pushing her body forward... pushing her face into her son's bed... slowly... slowly... beginning to gently stroke... his young hips thrusting... "Taking him into your deepest, most private... most taboo place, Mrs. Morgan" she whispered, "How wrong..." Angela moaned. "Your husband wont be home until tomorrow..." Martha whispered softly after a moment... "cheat on him with your ass..." she said gently... "ride this young boy with your asshole..." she trailed off. Angela was quiet now... her clitoris throbbing... somehow the mix of pain and vibration... there was no way she was going to cum again... was she? Not this way. Not from this. But as he stroked... her buttery, mature bowels taking him... in the flickering candlelight... the warm glow of her son's room... she slipped her hand under... finding her clitoris... rolling it with her fingertips... his cock buried in her ass... stroking back... and forth... gently... slippery... driving deep again... and again... oh my god! The pain was there... but... oh my god... something else... a pleasure from somewhere so deep... Her mind was elsewhere... focused on the huge intrusion of his teen cock in her ass... the building climax she could feel approaching... couldn't believe it was approaching... couldn't believe she would cum like this... She didn't notice Martha... something placed next to her ear... her finger rolling on her clitoris... her ass stretched wide... violated... stroked into... over... and over... her hips pushing back at him now... taking him... meeting him. "Oh my god, Mrs. Morgan," Johnny sighed quietly... stroking... "I gonna... I'm gonna... cum..." he stroked into her... deep. She felt his balls gently slapping against her mound... her fingers grinding her clitoris... "Mom?" a voice from somewhere. Next to her ear. Phone. A phone. "Hi mom. You there?" Eddie! Phone! Martha must have called... her finger wouldn't stop. Johnny wouldn't stop. "You OK? Whatchya up to? Did you have a good day?" Eddie said happily, starting to say something about what he and his dad were doing... it was the last thing she heard. Images of the presentation she had to give on Monday flashed through her mind... standing in front of all of those executives, her customers... dressed fashionably, professionally. Talking about where they were with the IT delivery project she was supervising. Dollars and dates. All eyes watching her... none of them knowing that she had just taken her teenage neighbor's young cock deep into her ass... her virgin ass. Oh my god. She would never be able to keep this... what she was doing RIGHT NOW... out of her mind... oh my god. They would know... she knew they would be able to tell... oh my god... Johnny groaned. His cock throbbed, deep in her ass... and exploded. His cum pulsing into her... rope after rope... she felt his warm semen wash against her insides... her climax erupting for the second time in the last half of an hour as she ground her clitoris... her son's best friend holding her wide hips tightly... not moving... pulsing semen into her ass... her bowels slippery and slick and frothy was his boy cum. Her ass trembling and clamping around his cock as she climaxed... her son trying to talk to her... it was... obscene. It rocked her. Deep in her soul. She would never be the same. Her pubic muscles vibrated and clenched for what seemed like hours. Oh my god. Martha smiled. Picked up the phone... chattering happily as she walked out of the room. Oh... my... god... Angela thought. Oh my god. ------- Tomorrow would be an interesting day. She was prepared, but unsure how it would go.