Family Therapist - Chapter 15 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 15 He stopped her... why... he didn't know... but the image on the screen was one he... liked... liked a lot. It showed a mature woman... shoulder length hair... her sweater pulled up as she kneeled forward... her breasts still in a white bra.. her mouth impaled on a young boy's cock... cum oozing from her lips... her eyes closed... her fingers... and her lips... wrapped around the shaft... And it had a caption... "Mom finally gives him the birthday present he always wanted!" Linda got up and left. ------- Gayle heard them coming up the stairs again... talking softly... they had left her for a few minutes to... settle herself... her secret exposed... to this boy... the monitors turned off... Martha gave her a gentle hug when she had left... whispering to her... reassuring her... "Are you ok?" Martha whispered gently as they entered the bedroom. Gayle still lay on the bed. She covered her eyes... and nodded. "You ARE a naughty mommy, aren't you?" Martha teased her very gently. Gayle looked away... reality hitting her again... if her husband... Martha took her hand gently, helping her up... "Johnny, I'll be back in a moment..." she whispered, turning on one of the monitors... leading the mature, married, mother of a young son... a boy Johnny's age... by the hand and out the door... down the short hallway to the beautiful, full bathroom next door... "Gayle... take your time, ok?" she whispered, leaving her to gather herself... to wash up... to fix her makeup... she wanted her to be comfortable... But before she knew it, Martha was back... taking her by the hand... leading her to the back bedroom... "He picked these out... for you..." she whispered, showing her the gown hanging in the closet... the other items layed out on the bed... "Take your time..." she whispered again, smiling sweetly... turning lightly and leaving the room, winking gently back at her... She hesitated. This was it. It was so wrong... what she had just done... And now here she was... changing into an... outfit... an outfit that a young boy had picked out... for her.. to wear... and he was going to fuck her in this outfit... the thought ran through her mind again... she was old enough to be his mother... and now she was going to let him... let him fuck her... her nipples aroused... again... her clit... tingling... again... A light tap on the door... Martha opened it gently... "Are you ready?" she whispered as she entered... stopping in her tracks... "Oh Mrs. Loren..." she looked her up and down... and took her by the hand lightly... leading her back down the hall... Martha stepped aside as she entered... leading Gayle into the room... Johnny stood... and looked at her... the sheer white, calf-length robe draped over the full-length, satin nightgown he had picked out for her... he was hard... so hard... Martha took her hand... "Do you like what you see?" she whispered... displaying the middle-aged mother to him... turning her... and Gayle let her... she turned... her back to him now... and Martha stopped her... "Johnny... Mrs. Loren is beautiful... isn't she?" she asked him gently... her eyes leading his down... "So... motherly..." she whispered... "Johnny..." she paused... "Remember..." she whispered... "She is yours..." Gayle turned her eyes back to hers... questioning... but Martha ignored her... "You can ask her to do... anything..." she whispered instead... His eyes were locked onto her... Gayle saw him looking... at her... at her ass... oh my god... Martha moved... not letting her say anything... taking her hand again... leading her to stand in front of him. Johnny couldn't help it... he stared... right at her breasts... watching as they swayed under the nightgown... and at the small, gold cross that hung around her neck... Martha smiled sweetly... and brought his hand up... placing it gently on her breast... under the sheer robe... he didn't need to be told... his other hand doing the same... findling... the slippery satin gown smooth under his palms... as he cupped her again... kneading gently... feeling her soft, mature breasts again... "Mrs. Loren," Martha said softly... her hand in the small of her back... pushing her forward... pushing her hips into him gently "go ahead..." knowing she could feel him now... feel his hardness pressing into her... she leaned forward, whispering into her ear now... "your husband won't ever know..." she teased her softly... taking Johnny's hand... leading him to the edge of the bed... leaning him back... resting on his elbows... She took Gayle's hand gently... standing her right in front of him... whispering in her ear again... "Make love to his young hard cock..." she whispered... her hand resting on her shoulder now... gentle pressure... And she knelt... she did it... she knelt... slowly... looking at him... at his crotch... her breasts swaying again as she sank slowly to her knees... between his... his bulge obvious... inches from her... "That's a good mother..." Linda whispered... watching as Gayle reached out slowly... her fingertips finding the button on his pants... the tab of his zipper... "Mrs. Loren..." she whispered... listening to the zipper... watching as he shrugged out of his pants... Gayle helping him... slipping his pants off... looking up... His cock was erect... his underpants stretching as it tried to get free... bobbing as he shifted... watching her... oh my god... she was about to do this again... and she couldn't stop herself... her fingers brushing along his thighs as she leaned forward... one hand finding the leg seam of his briefs.. and slipping under... The warmth of his crotch was what she rememberd... her fingertips traced up the underside of his shaft... and grasped him... oh my god... he was just a boy... but he was so hard... His cock wasn't big... but it was hard... so hard... and slick... his pre-cum spreading as she caressed him... "Mrs. Loren... can you imagine..." Martha whispered into her ear for only her to hear... "your son's erection... hard in your hand..." she finished softly... "next week, Gayle..." she whispered to her... "make love to his cock..." she whispered... Gayle slipped her hand out from his briefs... leaning over him now... her fingertips gently taking the waistband of his briefs... and lifting... pulling... exposing... his young cock springing free as she slipped his underwear down... helping him slip out of them... one leg... the other... then rising again to kneel in front of him... over him... his young cock exposed... hard... and ready... for her... "Mrs. Loren..." Martha whispered... but Gayle was already moving... leaning over him... her fingertips grasping lightly at the base of his shaft... her other fingers moving to cup his young balls... caressing... "Oh Mrs. Loren..." she whispered... watching as the mature woman... married woman... mother of a young son and daughter... watching as she lowered her head... and took his young cock deep into her mouth... her lips clamping on him... on his hard... young... shaft... oh my god... She squeezed him with her tongue... his young cock was salty... fresh... her nose taking it all in... she rolled her tongue... pressing it against the underside of his shaft as she slowly pulled up... letting him slip out... almost... locking her lips behind the head of his cock... tasting his pre-cum... feeling him pulse in her mouth... then starting down... her red lipstick circling his boyhood... her fingers cupping and caressing his balls... And then she heard it... Martha must have started it... again... her son's voice in the background... and down she went... sucking him deep into her mouth... "Suck his cock... Mrs. Loren..." she teased her... Gayle's head rising slowly... sinking again... taking his young erection into her married mouth... her mature... married mouth... sucking him... sucking this young boy's cock... oh my god... "Suck him... make love to him... " Martha whispered... "like he was your own son..." she teased her gently again... "soon Mrs. Loren..." she trailed off... "soon..." And Gayle did it... she squeezed the base of his young shaft... hard... sucking him into her... feeling him pulse... caressing the head of his boyhood with her tongue and her mouth... taking him deep into her... feeling him press against her throat... her lips melwing around the base of his young shaft... her heading rising... his cock slipping out... almost... she held him with her lips... and slid them down his shaft... stretching them around it... suckling HIM now... holding her head still... rocking it slowly in a circle as her lips and tongue clamped and caressed him... her fingers locked around the base... And he exploded... his cum erupting into her mouth... oh my god... she gagged lightly... surprised... but she didn't let go... her lips held him as he pulsed again... and she swallowed it... tasted it... her head bobbing now... up and down... short... swift strokes... her lips suckling him... pulling him into her... and he pulsed again... and again... oh my god... so much... but she held him in her mouth... caressing him... swallowing what she could... Martha leaned in... whispering to her again... "your husband will never know, Mrs. Loren..." she teased... "but your son will..." she trailed off... ------- She couldn't believe it. She hid in her bedroom. She felt... wrong... what should she do... should she tell her husband... oh my god... NO! her stomach roiled... she held herself... she couldn't face him... either of them... oh my god... And yet here she was... back in Martha's office... with her son... not able to look at him... the car ride there had been cold and quiet... Christmas presents still in the trunk of her car... she couldn't... "Linda..." Martha started quietly... "I would like you to unbutton your blouse... for your son..." she said softly... in such a matter-of-fact tone that the words didn't register with Linda... at first... but Linda caught herself... "Are you out of your-" she started... anger flaring... but Martha cut her off sternly... "Linda, you are a woman... an ordinary... loving mother..." she said quickly... "and the images... and videos..." Linda closed her eyes... "the ones you saw... they are not real... are they?" she finished firmly... "Take your blouse off..." she told her again... "show him that you are just a person... like he is... that there is nothing mysterious under there..." she said forcefully... professionally... "He is your son... what do you have to hide? It is quite normal..." but Linda looked away... her eyes angry... searching... "You don't have to of course..." Martha added gently after a moment... "but I think it will help..." Linda could not believe her ears... she needed her husband... now... "It's OK Linda..." Martha said gently... What the... oh my god... She was angry... but she did it... her fingers came up... finding the top button... "This is wrong..." she said... her words fading into the room... but she did it...