Family Therapist - Chapter 14 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 14 Martha closed the plantation blinds... and put her hand out. Johnny wasn't sure what she was asking- but his mother responded instead... leaning down... reaching into her bag... and pulling out... his laptop... His eyes went wide. "Show your mother..." she said firmly, handing the laptop to him... ------- How long they sat there, Gayle didn't know. She stroked his face lightly... guiding him... cupping her own breast... feeding it to him... she remembered her own son... as a baby... but it was nothing like this... each time he slipped his slick, rough tongue across her nipple sent jolts between her legs... oh god... she wanted to touch herself... her guilt at being there... her husband could never find out... oh god... she clenched her thighs together... oh my god... But soon... they were rising... Martha guiding them... Gayle's breasts swaying slightly as she rose... slick and moist with his saliva... "Here..." Martha helped her... slipping the top back over her head... "We don't need that now..." she teased playfully when Gayle reached for her bra... taking it first... "I think I'll keep this in the office..." she teased again... confusion on the mature woman's face across from her... "For Johnny... when he visits... for his appointments" she whispered... Gayle was numb. The image of him using it to... to... in the same office that she... her clit throbbed again... "Come..." Martha whispered... taking her hand... "It's time to teach this boy everything... isn't it Mrs. Loren?" she whispered... guiding her to the stairs... Gayle gelt his eyes on her... behind them... felt the pleats in her skirt swish slightly around her knees as she took a first step up... then another... her slightly too large backside swaying back... and forth. Somehow... she made it to the top... knowing he was looking right at her... at her ass... oh my god... Martha led her down the short hall... into the bedroom... and she froze... She had forgotten turn off the computer... the video of her son... her own son... taken at his baseball game... the one she had hidden from them all... the one Martha had taken... oh my god. The video focused only on him... OH how she had... she... so many nights... touching herself... watching him... the video... oh my god... seeing it zoom into him... at his... his young manhood... in there... hidden... he own son... She reached... wanting to turn it off... desparate to turn it off... but Martha stopped her gently... "Mrs. Loren... he knows already..." she whispered... "Johnny... Mrs. Loren likes to watch this video... when nobody is home... don't you Mrs. Loren?" she teased playfully, watching Gayle's hand came up again... cupping her mouth in shock... "Johnny..." Martha whispered again... "Mrs. Loren waits until nobody is home... waits for her husband to leave for work... waits for him to leave and take their kids to school..." she whispered softly... "and then she masturbates while she watches this video... watches her own son... don't you Mrs. Loren?" she teased gently... "Oh my..." Martha said playfullu as the video looped back to the start... focused on the boy as he walked onto the field... glove on... ready to play... he couldn't be older than... and the video zoomed... his young rear-end outlined by the soft cloth baseball pants he wore... the shadow that separated him outlining his young cheeks... and them he turned... ready to play... his crotch coming slowing into view... into focus... "Mrs. Loren... how could you?" she teased softly... letting them all linger... letting them watching for a moment... the video wobbling a little as Martha had tried to keep him... keep his crotch in focus... "I'll be right back..." she whispered... "I have a surprise for you too, Gayle..." she whispered... 20 seconds passed. 30. Gayle was frozen... feeling his presence next to her. The shock of being exposed racing through her... her nipples hardening again... this time obscenely through the knit top... she wasn't wearing her bra now... her arms reflexively crossed to cover herself... why... he had just been... been... oh my god... She jumped... the second monitor in the room came to life... Martha must have... from another room? A video... it was... who... it was HER! Oh my god! She was here... it was her... or rather... her and the other... boy... oh my god... how had Martha... his hand was resting on her knee... and then slipped slowly under her dress... oh my god! When Martha had slipped back into the room she didn't know... but she jumped when she spoke... "Johnny..." Martha whispered loudly enough for them both to hear... "Would you like to watch Mrs. Loren masturbate..." she paused... and without letting her think about, she took her hand... guiding her... sitting her... laying her back... resting her back against the pillows and the headboard... upright... Gayle was still in shock... her eyes still on the video... the boy's hand deep between her legs now... her dress hiding her infidelity... for a moment... oh my god... she knew what happened next. And unable to stop herself... her eyes darted to the other screen... to her son... his boyhood... oh my god. She felt him sit on the edge of the bed... but she couldn't look away from the screen... from either screen... "Show him..." Martha whispered... and she did. Without thinking. She did it. Her mind was elsewhere... on the videos... on her son... she could feel his eyes on her... but she didn't care... she did it. Her hand moved... coming to rest on her skirt... above her womanhood... and she did it... her fingers slipped down... pressing her pleated skirt down between them as she parted her legs ever so slightly... her knees rising just a little... her fingers coming to rest... on her mound... beginning their familiar movement... rocking slowly... rubbing gently... rolling... circling... Her eyes closed... she didn't care what happened... she rubbed herself firmly now... pressing harder through her skirt... her knees parting further... her skirt riding up... and then she felt it... her eyes opened... glazed... but... Martha pressed it into the palm of her other hand... and she knew instantly what it was... "Show him..." Martha whispered... "like you will show your son..." she whispered... "Spread your legs for him..." she trailed off... And Gayle did it... her fingertips taking her skirt... pulling it up as she layed back... her knees parting... wide... oh my god... she still had her flats on... but she didn't care... she lifted her skirt... and spread her legs... and exposed her mature, white panties to him... to this boy... she could hear her son's voice on the video... she could feel the boy next to her shift... And she did it... one finger slipped down... pressing her panties into her self as she rubbed... oh my god... she did it... she slipped her hand under the waistband... and pulled them down... her thick, well-groomed, dark pubic hair exposed to him... she twisted... lifting her bottom... and Martha helped here the rest of the way... slipping them down... off... spreading her legs... "Mrs. Loren, are you going to fuck your own son?" she whispered... Gayle could only nod... her eyes closed... bringing the vibrator to her maternal lips... and slipping it inside... deep... oh my god... she knew the boy was watching... looking at her most private of parts... and she was so wet... her finger found her clitoris... rolling... stroking the vibrator inside herself... deep... slipping it out... oh my god... her fingertip circling... pressing her clitoris... sinking the vibrator deep into her vagina again... it wasn't on... it didn't have to be... "Mrs. Loren... are you going to take your own son's virginity?" Martha teased her quietly... "It is so so wrong..." she whispered... She could feel him near her now... she felt her top being lifted... Martha helping him... felt her breasts sway as the slipped free... felt his hot breath on her breast as he leaned over her... this boy... so young... felt his lips slip over her areola again... his tongue finding her nipple again... suckling... oh my god... her son's voice on the video again... "Mrs. Loren, what if your husband found out?" she whispered... her clit throbbed under her finger... Gayle could feel his hand... down near hers... and she let him... let his young, slim finger slip down... part her lips... she could be his mother... he took the vibrator... and began to stroke... she pressed and rolled hard on her clitoris now... he suckled one breast... then the other... stroking the vibrator into her... "Mrs. Loren... tell him..." Martha whispered... urging her... "Tell him what you are going to do..." she said softly... firmly... Gayle reached up lightly... cradling his head... pulling him to her... pressing her nipple into his warm, wet mouth... grinding her vagina into his hand... stroking herself onto the vibrator as he slipped out... and in... She could barely speak... the words breathy... quiet... "Tell him, Mrs. Loren..." Martha urged her again... and she did it... "I am... I am going to fuck him... fuck my son..." she stammered in a whisper... her clitoris throbbing... her finger grinding... and she exploded... "Oh Matty..." she whispered her son's name... "Oh Matty... fuck me... fuck mommy..." she breathed... her breath ragged... her hips rolling... her vagina clamping on the vibrator that this boy was... was... oh my god... her orgasm washed over her... "Oh my god..." she whispered... "Oh my god..." ------- The images flashed by... one by one... the look on his mother's face crushed him... he had not meant... he didn't know why his therapist had showm him... only to show her... "Which is your favorite?" Gayle asked him gently... forcefully.