Family Therapist - Chapter 12 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 12 Johnny was suprised when his mother walked in... he thought she had dropped him off... was waiting... but here she was. Martha closed the door behind her... motioning for Linda to sit in the club chair... Johnny on the love seat... "Johnny..." Martha started softly after his mother was seated... Johnny could see his mom was nervous. Martha had decided put it all out there... immediately. "Your mother found something... on your computer..." she whispered, seeing him react... the denial on his face already... the sites Martha herself had shown him... he was... confused... "You know what I'm talking about... don't you..." she said gently... her hand softly touching his knee as she leaned forward... her office chair in front of him... a reassuring gesture... A knowing gesture... He nodded. ------- Gayle lightly grasped the hand rail and started down, her soft leather flats cushioned by the beautiful runner on the hardwood stairs. Her stomach fluttered. This is so wrong. She glanced down, smoothing again the long-sleeved, caramel-colored knit top she wore... it was a snug fit... forming nicely over her chest, the high-waist of her pleated, knee-length dark blue business skirt helping to hide the... love handles... around her middle. Her fingertips slipped under the waistband... adjusting one more time... centering the short zipper in the back as it disappeared behind her... The feeling... the desire... between her legs... flared again. She was actually here. She was going downstairs. Again. How Martha's practice afforded such a beautiful row house near their offices, she had no idea. But here she was... having just changed clothes and touched up her makeup and hair for the third time when she heard them arrive. Heard the car doors close in the small private courtyard wedged behind the Her clitoris ached... aroused from an hour of trying to decide what to wear for this young... for him... for a... boy... oh my god. She was being silly... butterflies in her stomach again. A stair squeaked quietly as she took another step down... announcing to the world the sin she was about to commit... she swallowed... hard... she wanted this... soooo much... but... She knew her hips were broader than she wanted... her thighs thicker than they used to be, even with all of the walking and exercize. Sigh. Another step. How she reached the bottom of the stairs, she didn't know. Her mind racing... she had glanced up... and caught sight of... she caught her breath... he was young... NO!... DON'T DO THAT!... he is a YOUNG MAN!... not a.... her thoughts screamed... she hadn't expected him to look so... young... just like... oh... my... god... what am I doing? She hesitated... but it was too late. He looked up... eyes met... and she knew she what WAS going to happen... so wrong... her thighs clenched... he is just like... "Johnny," Martha started quietly, rising from her seat next to him on the beautiful sofa. He rose with her... unsure of what was happening... but knowing what MIGHT happen... "I would like you to meet Mrs. Loren," she said gently, taking her hand as she moved to stand next to her. "Gayle, this is Johnny... the young man I told you about..." she trailed off sweetly... introducing them softly... watching as the mature woman... mother of two... dressed so properly... nodded gently at him... knowing what she was thinking... Martha reached up gently, her fingertips under his chin, seeing him squirm... turning his head to look into her eyes. "Johnny," she paused... "Mrs. Loren is a happily married woman, did you know that?" she teased playfully... "and she has TWO lovely children, don't you Gayle?" she trailed off... seeing the mature mother of two flinch... her eyes go wide... unsure of where this... "How old is your son, Gayle?" she asked gently, teasing her further... but not waiting for a response... "I don't think he is quite Johnny's age yet, is he?" Martha asked her playfully... "But he will be soon enough though, right?" she trailed off... locking eyes with her... insinuating... in front of... what the? "Martha, I -" she tried to change the subject, but Martha jumped in... cutting her off... "Johnny, I have a surprise for you..." she started softly... pausing for a moment... expectation building... "This isn't the youth Christmas party I scheduled..." she shook her head no gently with a smile, "is it?" she added softly. "Your parents won't know..." she paused... "we have the evening..." she whispered... letting the words hang in the air between them. Johnny was happy to be out... the situation with his mother was... so uncomfortable... they avoided each other... "Johnny... Mrs. Loren is yours..." she paused "for tonight..." her right hand resting gently on her shoulder now... "to explore..." meeting her eyes again... the fingertips of her left hand absent mindedly toying with the band of small pearls draped across the mature married woman's chest... "to fondle..." Should she say it? "Johnny," she whispered to both of them... "Mrs. Loren is old enough to be... your mother... isn't she?" she asked gently, nodding sweetly as she said it... not expecting a response... "Mrs. Loren has a secret, don't you Gayle?" she said quickly. Now or never. She Gayle her try to pull away... could feel her eyes on her... pleading with her... so embarassed... cheeks flushed and burning... please don't... please... "Johnny..." no stopping now... "Mrs. Loren adores young men... don't you Gayle?" ... please... no... what is Martha - "Johnny, what would you think if I told you..." Martha pushed ahead gently but forcefully... ignoring her... she paused... "You know, I think Mrs. Loren looks kind of like... well... YOUR mother... doesn't she?" she mused in a whisper... teasing them both playfully now... seeing his eyes flicker back and forth between them... unsure... there was a vague resemblance... but not really... "Johnny," she said softly, wrapping her arm gently around the trembling woman next to her... "Mrs. Loren... wants to make love to her own young son..." Gayle tried to pull away... what the! What is going on... this wasn't supposed to... why would Martha say tell- "No... that isn't quite right, is it Mrs. Loren?" Martha interrupted quickly, pulling her close lovingly, holding her gently. "Johnny, Mrs. Loren wants to show her son how... devoted... a mother can be..." she whispered "Don't you Gayle?" trailing off... arm holding her tightly now... "Johnny, next week..." Martha felt the sharp intake of breath next to her "Gayle... it's OK," she turned, feeling her try to pull away again, "Trust me..." she said gently... hugging her close... "Johnny, Mrs. Loren and her son will be right here... next week..." she said very gently, her tone as reassuring as she could make it... say it! "Johnny, Mrs. Loren is going to make love to her own young son... here..." she said firmly, gesturing toward the stairs... gently. "She is going to take her son up those very stairs..." she whispered now... "and teach him everything... aren't you Gayle" she teased her softly, "Teach him what only a mother can teach her son..." the silence roared... "with such love... and adoration..." she said sweetly... "Johnny," she said playfully... "Mrs. Loren WANTS to fuck her own son..." she held her tight "She has wanted to make love to her son's young... hard... virgin cock... for a long... long time... haven't you Mrs. Loren?" she added softly... Gayle could NOT believe this. It was wrong enough... coming here. What has Martha done? Oh - my - god. She trembled. She wanted to throw up. "And we are going to help her... aren't we?" she barely heard Martha finish... both of them unsure of what- "Johnny... tonight is a sort of... dress rehearsal... shall we say?" she smiled softly... "Johnny, Mrs. Loren is here... tonight... as my Christmas gift to you..." pause "to do whatever you ask..." she whispered "to let you do whatever you want..." she trailed off... ------- "What do you think about..." Martha whispered... "when you go to... those sites..." leading him. His mother shifted in the club chair next to him... clearly uncomfortable with where- "Do you think about... your mother?" she whispered... She could feel Linda tense... she turned... her eyes meeting his mother's... it will be OK they said...