Family Therapist - Chapter 13 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 13 Linda almost stood up... she didn't like this. But Martha turned to her... comforting... "Linda, your son is... trying to find himself... his identity... learning about himself..." she said firmly... professionally. "Do you want him to know that you love him... care for him..." she said gently... "as his mother? And not..." she trailed off, letting his mother digest her words... "Let's talk tomorrow... OK" Martha whispered gently to her... "the three of us..." she said... surprising them both... they had only been there a few minutes. She gestured to Johnny, guiding him to the door... "I need to speak with your mother for a few minutes..." ------- They had stood there for what seemed like an eternity... letting the words sink in. She was HIS... this boy's... for the evening... for the night... to DO what ever he... wanted. Martha took Gayle by her hand... squeezing softly... reassuring... but waiting only for a moment... not letting them react. "Johnny," Martha whispered, "Do you like the outfit Mrs. Loren is wearing?" she smiled... feeling Gayle tremble next to her... her arm still around her... the fingertips of her other hand lightly stroking the mature woman's upper arm next to her... the soft knit material bunching slightly under her touch... "See how this top accentuate's her mature breasts?" she whispered plafully, guiding his eyes... making him look at the married woman's breasts in front of him... and Gayle knew her was looking... at her... right at her... "Do you think her son will like this top?" Martha teased... musing softly again. "Gayle... can you imagine... your own son's fingers underneath this top?" she said all of a sudden. Oh my god. "You will let him... won't you?" she teased playfully, her fingertips tracing lightly up and down the her arm now... "Here..." Martha motioned... and before Gayle could think, she was sitting on the beautiful sofa... off-white wool... tailored back... beautiful pillows on either end... her legs crossed... hands in her lap... eyes distant... unsure... And he was sitting next to her... this boy... YOUNG MAN, dammit!... half turned toward her. She heard Martha move behind them... closing the blinds... returning with a beautifully made wooden chair... seating herself in front of them. Gayle was stunned... she had so wanted to be here... so looked forward to... to... but now... "Mrs. Loren, every young boy wishes he could... feel... his mother's breasts..." she whispered... "Fondle them... explore them..." she said softly "Will you let your own son?" she teased softly... her eyes motioning to Johnny... seeing him unsure... "We'll show him together... won't we?" she said gently. She met her eyes... nodded... reassuring again... Johnny hesitated. He was looking at Mrs. Loren now... at her breasts... Martha leaned... gently taking his hand... placing it lightly on Gayle's as the mature, married mother felt his touch for the first time... and froze. "It's OK, Johnny," Martha whispered... "go ahead..." She saw him glance up... looking for approval... waiting. Martha nodded again... "Go ahead..." she whispered again... "Mrs. Loren wants you to..." she said gently. Martha smiled, watching him... watching his hand move in slow motion... his fingers tracing up her forearm... he knew what to do... "Will you wear a bra for your son, Mrs. Loren?" Martha teased gently. "Will you show him yours... teach him about a mature woman's underwear?" she whispered gently... "You are such a good mother..." she whispered softly... "letting this boy feel your breasts..." her eyes motioning to him... "Is she wearing a bra, Johnny" she whispered. Gayle looked down at the last moment... feeling the motion of his hand... jumping slightly as his fingers brushed across her belly... closing her eyes as she felt his young, soft fingertips trace across her breast... his hand cupping her... "Next week, Gayle..." Martha whispered... Gayle closed her eyes... for a moment... feeling him... letting this boy cup her... take her mature breast in his young hand... gently squeezing her... his finger tip finding the seam of the bra that held her soft, mature, breasts... she had always been proud of them... not as firm as they used to be... not huge... but larger than many... and now she was mesmerized... watching him... feeling him tracing... following the curve of one... coming to rest cupping her... squeezing her gently... tracing the other... cupping... "Mrs. Loren... show him..." she whispered... "teach him..." she urged her gently... "like you will teach your son..." she trailed off. Gayle hesitated. This was not what she had expected... not how she thought it would be... her secret exposed to him... her secret. And with a rush... images of her son flashed through her mind... oh my god... she was moist... oh my god... She brought her hand up... over his... guiding him... helping him fondle her... knowing that her husband thought they were out... oh my god... she cupped his hand... her other cupping her other side... showing him... kneading her own breasts gently... guiding his fingertips under hers... gently touching her hardened nipples through her bra... and letting it slip free... she closed her eyes again... "Mrs. Loren," Martha interrupted her softly after a minute or so... watching the mature woman's breath calm, "lift your top for him..." she whispered to them... "show him..." she trailed off. Gayle paused... but only for a moment. She shouldn't do this. She should stop right here. But she couldn't. She was throbbing down there... slick... "Here..." Martha leaned forward... fingertips tugging gently... helping the wiggle the top free from the front her skirt. Gayle flinched slightly at the touch... but didn't fight it... and flinched again... feeling his warm soft hand slip underneath... tickling her soft belly with his touch... Both women paused... watching... and he did it. "Oh Mrs. Loren..." Martha teased... watching his hand move underneath the top... slipping up easily... and cupping her again underneath the top... his palm filled with her mature breast... "She IS wearing a bra... isn't she?" Martha teased again... watching as he traced the cup of one breast... her knit top stretching easily... his fingertips finding her strap... then slipping across... cupping her other breast... kneading... "Show him... Mrs. Loren..." Martha whispered after a moment... And she did. She leaned forward slighlty... and slipped her top up... lifting it over her head... her nicely done hair bouncing lightly as it popped through the neckline... and her looked down. The sight sent electricity between her legs... his young hand cupping her breast through her simple, white, mature bra... her eyes closing... she let him... his fingers tracing over her... exploring her... he was young enough to be her son... oh my god... She let him... Oh he was gentle... he cupped her... kneaded her he felt her hard nipple... his fingertips gently clasping it through her bra... oh my god... And then he stopped... Gayle opening her eyes as he moved. Martha guided him... he turned... what?... Martha touched his shoulder... and he layed back... his head coming to rest on her lap... Martha helped him... until he was turned slightly toward her... facing her... "Mrs. Loren..." Gayle teased again... "you know what you want to do... don't you?" she whispered softly. "Show him..." she teased yet again... "teach him..." she trailed off... and Gayle did know... she knew... and she did it. She leaned forward slightly... her breasts now inches from his face... this young boy's face... her bra hiding them for only a moment longer... as she unhooked it... oh my god. She hesitated... Martha's smile urging her gently... and slipped her straps down her shoulders... and off. "Show him..." Martha whispered, but she didn't need to encourage her this time. Gayle leaned forward, cradling his head in one hand... and slipped her nipple into his mouth... his lips parting to take her areola inside... thw warmth of his moisture sparking through her... suckling gently as she lightly caressed his cheek with her other fingers... "Mrs. Loren..." Martha whispered... "Will you teach your son how to do that... show him how to gently suckle your breasts..." she whispered... watching as Gayle shifted... watched as her fingers gently tweakied her other nipple... watched as she lifted his head again... "his own mother's breasts..." and slipped her other nipple between his lips... the first glistening in the dim light with the young boy's saliva... "Will you breastfeed your own son too, Mrs. Loren..." Martha asked... but needn't have. She knew the answer. They both did. Gayle sighed ever so faintly, her breath a little shaky now... feeling his hand slip between them... feeling it cup her exposed breast for the first time as he suckled the other... gently tweaking her nipple... rolling it softly with his tongue... suckling... kneading gently... "Yes..." was all she could say... "I will..." she whispered, leaning her head back for the first time... eyes closed... oh my god. ------- "Linda, do you want to help your son or not?" she asked gently, but Linda almost screamed at her. How dare she! But she caught herself... and nodded. "Bring him back tomorrow..." Martha whispered to her... "and bring his computer..."