Family Therapist - Chapter 4 (Fm, some Inc)
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Chapter 4

He and his mom sat in the waiting room. They were a few minutes
early for his follow-up session, his mom leafing through some
fashion magazine as he tried not to look at her. He was a little
nervous; the past few days had been an incredible experience to
say the least, but ever since they had been here the other day,
when his therapist had, well... made the suggestive look toward
his mother's rear end, urging him to look at her that way...

And over the past two days - his mom and dad pestering him a
little to find out what they had talked about, what his
'homework' had been with Mrs. Scott - his vague answers about
learning to concentrate - he was definitely nervous. But he had
never been so horny in his still young life, masturbating himself
almost raw (almost) with thoughts of Mrs. Scott. Of Mrs. Jones.
And... even... his own mom. Weird. Gulp. He tried not to look at
her, even now, but his eyes gravitated back to her. Again and
again. What they heck was he doing? If she caught him ogling
her... too weird to even think about! But even with all that, he
had somehow managed to give his parents enough of an answer -
that and the fact that he had actually sat and done his real
homework two nights in a row - well, his parents were silently
thrilled. He could see it in their eyes, on their faces. Small
miracles. So true, he thought.

"Hi there," Mrs. Jones said, turning the corner into the waiting
room, causing both mother and son to jump at the sudden words.
"Sorry," she smiled, "didn't mean to startle you!" they all
laughed lightly. "Linda, this will only take about 30 minutes
today - I just want to chat with Johnny, find out how he is doing
with our program so far, ok?" she said nicely. "You can wait,
or..." she started. "I think I'll just wait," his mom said. "I
may go up the street for a quick Starbucks, but I will be here.
Take your time!" she said happily. If this was working for
Johnny, take all the time you need she thought herself. "Perect,"
Martha said, "Johnny?" she smiled at the boy, turning to head
back to the offices in the back as he followed her.

She could feel his eyes on her. On her ass. Again she knew that
she kept herself in pretty good shape for a woman her age. Not
skinny. Not fat. Nice. She was wearing a white cotton blouse and
a calf-length skirt today - unlike most days when she wore
slacks. She knew her ass looked full and firm in her skirt,
swaying as she walked, her skirt hem swishing silently around her
calves as she led him this time toward her private office. As he
entered, Johnny noticed a full length couch, a desk and chair,
macbook on the desk with a floral screen-saver slowly fading from
pic to pic. Family photos on top of the short bookshelves along
the wall, it looked like. Husband maybe? Son and daughter?

She turned and held the doorknob as Johnny entered the room,
closing and quietly locking the door after he had entered.
"So..." she smiled at him, "how was your 'homework' session with
Mrs. Scott yesterday?" she jumped right in, winking at him. After
all this, he was still a shy teenager - shrugging, looking down,
blushing - but a big grin slowly breaking out in his face. She
giggled softly. "Well... we don't have much time, so... let's get
started with our quiz, shall we?" she smiled at him. Quiz? he
thought. What? She knew he was puzzled. "I would like to see how
well you learned the material Mrs. Scott taught you yesterday?"
she said softly, turning to face him as they both stood in the
center of her office.

Was she? he gulped. Did she mean...? Martha was nervous too. It
was easy when she was directing someone else... providing
'therapy'... but, this was not something she had done often.
Getting herself involved. Directly. And it had been several
years. She saw him looking at her photos - her husband staring
out at them. God - if HE ever found out what she did for real at
her family practice. Well, it would not be a good ending, that
was for sure. She was confident, self-centered, assured. But
now... she was going to do it again! With THIS boy standing right
in front of her. She looked at the photo of her son. Oh my god,
she thought. If HE ever found out... she thought. But... and she
knew this was her own deep secret... she wanted him to find out.
She knew. Her own son. After all these years, she still wanted
him to know... to see... to...

She smiled at him as she turned toward her desk, reaching out to
slide the macbook over. "I know I said there would be no
homework," she smiled as she typed in her password. Johnny was
confused. "And now - a quiz!" she said softly, playfully. "But I
think you like this class, don't you?" she smiled back at him.
"Johnny," she said after a moment of clicking, "do you see this?"
she said, stepping away from the macbook to let him see. At
first, he wasn't sure what he was seeing, but then he realized it
was a video image of... well... his mom, sitting in the waiting
room. "I have security cameras - and record most of what goes on
here for 'insurance' purposes," she smiled. "But, sometimes,
well..." she paused. "So..." she stared again, "have you
noticed?" she asked. Confusion as he looked at the screen.
"Johnny, have you noticed how firm and full your mother is?" she
said softly, turning to face him. "I know you have..." she
whispered, "But she's your mom? Right? So wrong..." she trailed
off.

He couldn't take his eyes off the screen. Martha smiled inwardly.
Hooked! she grinned to herself. How lucky Linda was! Well... how
lucky she was going to be! And she had no idea what was coming...
"Johnny," she whispered, "unbutton my blouse." she said firmly,
quietly as he looked up from the screen. "I... you..." he
stammered, making eye contact nervously, glancing back to the
screen to her right behind her, back to her. "Yes, Johnny," she
said softly, "your mother is right outside, and I want you to
unbutton my blouse," she whispered. She was more nervous than she
thought she would be. "Go ahead," she urged him softly, seeing
him gulp as his eyes flicked back and forth from the screen to
her breasts. He hesitated. She reached out gently and took his
hands, guiding them to the first button, his wrists gently
pressing into her breasts for the first time as his fingers began
to fumble with the button.

"That's right," she said gently as he opened the first button,
then down to the next, her cleavage and bra slowly coming into
view as her shirt opened further with each button. She closed her
eyes. Timmy, she thought to herself... how do I? What would he
think? she trembled, thinking about her own son, his fingers
undoing her buttons, her blouse falling open for her son. Oh my
god! she thought. How? She felt the moisture between her legs
slicken as she begain to tingle. Now here SHE was - not one of
her patients - HER! With a boy her own son's age... knees
trembling as he reached the last button before her shirt
disappeared into the hem of her skirt. Again, she saw him glance
at the screen, his mother now standing, casually looking around
the waiting room, admiring the pictures on the wall, looking out
the window. Waiting patiently, not knowing that her son, her
precious boy, was on the other side of the wall - undressing his
therapist, a woman her own age.

"So far so good," she whispered. "You might pass yet!" she teased
him as his eyes now focused on her exposed brassiere. "Yes,
Johnny," she whispered, "my breasts are here... for you..." she
said. Reaching down, she lifted his hands, slipping them inside
her opened blouse, gently guiding his palms to cup her breasts
for the first time. Focus. He certainly was focused now! she
thought. "How does it feel?" she started softly, "Two women...
two mothers..." she paused, glancing over to her husband's photo
again. The risk she was taking! "That's right... gently..." she
urged him as he slowly began to squeeze her mature breasts,
feeling their softness, their weight as he cupped them, kneading
them gently through her plain white brassiere.

His eyes went back to the screen. "It's ok, Johnny," she
whispered. "Go ahead," she said, making eye contact with him
briefly, his eyes returning to the screen, "pretend..." she said
softly. "Is it your mother's breasts you are feeling?" she
whispered softly, her nipples hardening under his touch through
her bra as she closed her own eyes. Timmy... she thought, feeling
her own son's hands on her breasts in her mind as she fantasized.
He was at home. Right now. "I like that blouse your mother is
wearing today?" she whispered. "Can you imagine?" she said so
quietly. "Your hands inside her blouse right now," she trailed
off, his hands kneading her firmly now, "she's right out there,
Johnny," she whispered, "your mom..." His eyes were locked on the
screen. "Can you make out the outline of her bra under her
blouse?" she asked quietly, her voice traling off, seeing his
eyes focus on his mother's blouse, seeing the outline of her
brassiere as ever so slighly raised lines under her blouse,
tracing into her cleavage.

"Unhook my bra," she demanded softly, pulling him closer so that
his hands slipped behind her back, his chin on her shoulder.
"That's right," she sighed into his ear, "just like you praciced
with Mrs. Scott," she insisted as she felt the hooks begin to
come undone under his touch. "Very good..." she sighed as the
last hook came undone, his hands slipping back around to her
front. Now or never, she thought as she shrugged her blouse off,
then slipped her bra straps off of her shoulders, his eyes glued
to her breasts as she exposed them to him... to this boy...
goosebumps...

She turned slightly to one side, letting him see the video screen
again as she glanced at it as well, whispering to him, "Can you
imagine, Johnny," she paused, "your mother sneaks into your
room," she said softly, his eyes locked on the image of his own
mother, now seated, "your father downstairs..." she continued,
pausing, stepping closer to him now, "and you unbutton that
blouse she has on right now," she whispered, "and she let's you
suckle her breasts..." she said so softly he barely heard her as
she guided her nipple to his lips, "your own mother's breasts!"
she sighed as his lips parted and... finally... she felt the
warmth of a young, teen mouth as her areaola slipped in, his
tongue immediately swirling her nipple. "'Don't Johnny!' she'll
say, tyring to stop you, 'this is SO wrong!'" she whispered, to
him, seeing his eyes on the screen beside her, playing out her
own fantasy, standing in her own office, risking everything, to
let this boy suckle her mature breasts.

They stood like that for minutes, the boy gently kneading and
suckling, her hands gently stroking the back of his head, trying
to keep from looking at her husband's photo as she cheated on
him, her diamond engagement ring and her wedding band glaring at
her as she commited this taboo act with a boy her own son's age.
With this teen. Her clit throbbing. She knew that as soon as he
left, she would be unlocking her desk drawer... her favorite
vibrator waiting for her... her favorite website waiting for
her... her knees trembled as she finally pushed him away, seeing
him look up at her, then again at his mother, then at her
breasts. "Soon, Johnny," she whispered to him as she reached for
her bra, her nipples rock hard and glistening in the dim light of
her office, seeing the bulge in his pants, motioning her head
toward the screen. "I will help you, Johnny," she said gently,
looking at the image of his mother glancing at her watch.

He blushed, and looked away, but she reached out gently as she
tucked her blouse back into her skirt after quickly buttoning it
up, checking herself carefully to make sure everything was back
in order. She lightly placed her fingers under his chin, turning
him to look up into her eyes. "Be patient," she said gently, "we
have only just begun," she said, turning so that they both were
looking at the screen, at his mother. "But I promise," she
whispered after a moment, gently putting her palm on his bulge
for the first time, feeling him tense but then relax under her
touch, "whether she wants to or not," she paused, "your mother
will spread her legs for you if you want her too," she whispered,
feeling his erection jump in her palm through his school uniform
pants, "and she will take you inside of her..." she said gently,
"her own son's penis..." she said, eyes closing, imagining,
"stroking deep into her... cumming inside of her..."

"But Johnny," she whispered after a moment, letting him imagine,
giving him one last squeeze, "I have another suprise for you..."
she paused. He turned slowly, looking up at her. "Mrs. Scott is
not the only teacher in your school that I have... 'worked'
with," she said softly. "And she is married to someone who can
NEVER find out!" she trailed off. "But..." she teased, "I will
let you wonder who..." she played with him, "now you can REALLY
focus in your classes, can't you?" she smiled. "Or maybe she is
not one of your teachers right now," she giggled playfully,
"you'll have to wait and see... and wonder..." she whispered.
"But you must once again promise me," she said sternly, suddenly,
locking eyes. "No one must know, and you may NOT try anything on
your own, is that understood!" she said, the authority figure
once again. "All good things are worth the wait..." she smiled as
he nodded, "and there are plenty of ladies your mother's age
waiting..." she winked as she led him toward the door. "And I
know Mrs. Scott cannot wait until tomorrow's session!" she
smiled.

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They were both still flushed as they rejoined his mother in the
waiting area. Whether she noticed or not, Martha couldn't say,
but she tried to be as casual as she usually was. "You have math
homework tonight, right?" she said, turing to Johnny, then back
to his mother. "I think we are making progress already!" she said
pleasantly, "but let him work at his own pace, ok?" His mother
nodded, smiling, "You have my word!" she said happily, "My
husband and I are both pleased already!" she added. "Tomorrow at
the same time, right?" she asked, turning for the door. Martha
turned to look at Johnny briefly, seeing his eyes locked on his
mother's ass again. "Yup!" she replied, but right now, she had a
date with her vibrator... and her own son's photo. Her clit ached
as she turned back to her office...