Family Therapist - Chapter 5 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only.
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Chapter 5

Mary was in a panic. She was a little late getting to the
'session' after school on Friday - she had spent a good 15
minutes after school pacing in her classroom, packing to leave,
sitting down, heading for the door, stopping... the two episodes
earlier this week had been the most erotic, dangerous, thrilling
moments of her life - her fantasies coming to life after 15 years
of secret, guilt-ridden masturbation pleasure. Their mistake was
giving her a full day yesterday to contemplate what was going on,
to contemplate the risks she was taking... so far she felt
comfortable that Johnny was mature enough inside that he would
never tell a soul, and she knew that Mrs. Jones, well... had too
much at stake herself. But, the guilt she was feeling yesterday
had her trembling at home; avoiding her husband and her son. She
knew she should call it all off. She was 45 years old, respected,
had a good life...

In the end, though, her female 'other head' had driven her out
the door, into her car, and toward the 'therapist' office - on
auto-pilot. She was a little numb, but every time she almost
turned to drive home, she thought about Johnny... about the bulge
in his young pants... her heart racing all over again. But then
it had happened. She had parked on a side street a few blocks
from the old renovated house that now served as the 'psychology
center' in the old part of town surrounded by small shops,
business, lawyers offices, and many other small establishments
old and new. And as she turned the corner to walk up the block
toward the rear entrance to Marhta's office, there she was:
Johnny's mother Linda, walking straight toward her.

"Hi Mrs. Scott, how are you?" Linda said smiling, walking
straight up to Mary extending her hand. Mary almost fell over.
But she managed to clasp her hand for a quick handshake; could
she feel her trembling? "I... am well... how are you?" she
managed to get out. "Oh, just thrilled with Mrs. Jones. Johnny is
already doing better at focusing on his homework! Thank you SO
much for recommending her! I just dropped him off for another
appointment with her," she said, beaming. "Do you live around
here?" she added quickly. Mary had managed to fumble out
something about running a few errands before the holidays, her
favorite little shops in town, etc. The whole exchange lasted
only a few minutes, but as she walked away... her heart was
pounding. She must have noticed something? And here she was,
headed for the very place where she had just left her teenage
son. To... to... to let him... Oh... my... god... she thought.
WHAT AM I DOING!

But sure enough, as she glanced over her shoulder and saw Linda
disappear around the next street corner up, she turned and headed
for the rear door of the house. Driven. Legs shaking. Heart
racing. Breath jumpy and shallow. Panic. Martha met her at the
back door, noticing immediately that Mary was very upset. "It's
ok, Mary..." she said gently, sweetly, calming her over the next
few minutes as they sat in her office, soothing her with her most
relaxed voice. "You are here because you want this," she said
when Mary had calmed noticeably, still looking around nervously
but breathing steadily, sitting comfortably. "You want this..."
she trailed off quietly. "It is so very common, Mary," she
continued quietly, "I know we've talked about it before, but just
know that you are not alone," she said. "I know that compulsion,
seeing those teen boys..." she said softly, "wondering...
wanting... imagining..." she continued. "It is so natural, the
thrill of it... and now... you are one of the very lucky few,"
she whispered.

Mary nodded, still not speaking, but smiling a bit now, her eyes
getting that slightly glazed look of someone thinking. "Are you
ready? He's here... again... right out in the waiting room," she
said after a few moments. Mary nodded again, squirming a little
as that familiar tingle started again between her legs, her
thoughts of concern being overcome by her thoughts of the
thrill... "Did you bring it?" Martha asked softly, rising to go
get Johnny, nodding toward the large handbag Mary had brought
with her. She nodded. Inside... oh my god, the thoughts rushed
back to her... was a blouse she could change into... if... if she
needed to... if... her heart quickened again. But it was too
late, Mrs. Jones had left to go get Johnny. To bring him back...
here... how she had been so calm in school the other day, she had
no idea. But now...

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Johnny entered the room as Martha closed and locked the door
behind him. Mrs. Scott sat on the love seat in the office, knees
crossed properly. He had studied her today in class: she wore her
black v-necked sweater, not low-cut but enough to see the very
hint of cleavage as it disappeared under the sweater. Her
charcoal grey, knee-length skirt, her full rear end filling it
out, rounding out her motherly hips. The same pearl necklace he
had seen the other day. Flats. He had fantasized about her every
night now... remembering the feel of her breasts, heavy in his
hands... how they had tasted: clean, soft, the very light scent
of her perfume as he had suckled on her breasts... his cock
throbbing hard as he watched her move up in front of the
classroom, seeing her blush slightly when she noticed him
looking. And her skirt... how he imagined her... under that
skirt... she looked up and their eyes met. And just as quickly
they both looked away. He knew he was going to get to feel her
breasts again... today... now... and she knew it also. His teen
cock was instantly hard again. What else might they do? He almost
came in his pants just standing there. And then there was Mrs.
Jones... the lines of her bra outlining the curves of her breasts
under her silk blouse. He swallowed. Hard.

"Back again, right Johnny?" Martha said softly, "Hmmm... what
shall we do today?" she said playfully, turning toward Mary
seated in the love seat. "I think we'll start by helping Mrs.
Scott, ok? she said softly. Johnny didn't really know what she
meant, but he wasn't going to object. "Your teacher is a little
nervous today," she said gently, taking Mary's hand and guiding
her to stand. "She knows what she is doing is wrong, but she so
wants to," she continued. "I just want to start by helping her
get comfortable, ok?" she said, turning Mary so that she was
facing away from them. "She wants you to touch her, Johnny," she
said, now guiding him up behind her. "Here," she started,
standing to his side behind the teacher, guiding his hand, "let's
start by gently holding her," she said, placing his hands gently
on her hips, one on either side - his hands resting on her skirt
at her sides, feeling the slightly rough texture of the wool
skirt for the first time... the skirt he had imagined...

He could feel his teacher tense as his hands took hold gently
under Martha's guidance. "Good... good," Martha said lightly,
"that's nice," she trailed off, letting them relax for a few
seconds. Johnny could smell his teacher's hair in front of him,
the fragrance of her shampoo still lingered he was so close.
Martha gently guided his hands to make small, light motions,
feeling the give of her full hips under his gentle pressure.
"Johnny," she lightly, placing a hand on the small of his back,
"move in a little closer," she said quietly, guiding him to up
behind his teacher. "Closer..." she urged ever so gently,
pressing him forward gently until...

Mary froze. She felt him. She felt... him... for the first time.
His bulge was resting on her... on her... this teen boy... her
own student... pressing into her skirt... ever so lightly. But
she knew it. She hadn't expected it so quickly. it caught her off
guard. She closed her eyes. She almost pulled away, tensing at
the pressure behind her... her skirt, his pants... the only thing
separating them. All the panic rushed back in. How she didn't
fall over, she would never know. But she didn't. She just stood
there, letting this boy... letting him press up behind her... her
heart racing again, her own hands moving to grab his, to
automatically try and get away... but she didn't... she
stopped... instead crossing her arms in front of her, right elbow
in her left hand, covering her face with her right hand as her
head drooped forward - shaking it slightly as she thought about
what she was doing. What she had done. She trembled. She had let
him feel her breasts... exposed her breasts to him... let him
suckle them... THAT had been one thing. And that was terrible!
That was bad enough! But this... now that it was actually
happening. The insinuation of his teenage cock resting against
married... What they might actually do... it was almost too
much...

Almost.

So many times she had fantasized about seducing a teen like
Johnny. So many times. And now her she was... her mind raced.
Martha continued softly from behind her, "that's right... that
feels good, doesn't it?" she said softly to the boy behind her,
still resting her hand on the small of his back, light pressure
holding him there. Mary couldn't see, but she knew he was
nodding. "Johnny," she continued after a moment, "I want you to
gently cup your teacher's breasts now," she whispered to them
both, guiding his hands to move from her hips. "That's right,"
she said gently as his hands slowly climbed up her sides,
slipping forward, gently gliding past the elbows at her sides,
her arms still crossed lightly in front of her, nudging them out
of the way, his motion bringing him in closer behind her, until
his chest was resting on her back, his head turned to one side
resting on the back of her neck, his hands moving gently until
they were filled with her breasts, cupping them as he reached
around her. "That's tight," Martha urged gently as he slowly
begin to knead her breasts through her sweater and bra, feeling
his teacher's heart pounding in her chest as his head rested on
her back, his therapist's hand still pressing him forward gently,
holding him there. And before she knew, the motion of his hands,
the gentle cupping, massaging, pressing... was causing his hips
to sway slightly, her ass to move gently as they swayed lightly
together.

"Johnny," Martha leaned in close to whisper to him, to whisper to
both of them now that they were so close, "Mrs. Scott has
fantasized about this many times," she said quietly. "Haven't you
Mary?" she whispered, the boys hands continuing to feel and
squeeze gently, her nipples hard under his touch now, reacting on
their own. "Three times this week now," she said gently, "her
husband at work, lovingly providing for her family, for her own
son..." she paused, "while she is secretly here... with you..."
she said softly, "cheating on him..." she trailed off... "with a
teenage boy," she said very gently, whispering directly into
Mary's ear now, her palm on Johnny's back gently helping him
sway... helping his bulge lightly ride on her ass, knowing his
cock was moving into her... pressing into her skirt... knowing
that Mary could feel it. "And soon... today... now..." she
whispered, "she knows that in just a few short moments," she
paused, "before she goes back home to her husband..." she said
softly, "that she is going to be on her knees in front of you,
Johnny," she said firmly, softly, directly, feeling him tense
under her hand, seeing Mary's head lift up, eyes nervous, turning
to her slightly. "Johnny," Martha said gently, "Mrs. Scott is
going to take you into her mouth, Johnny" she paused, Mary's eys
wide, searching, "Aren't you Mary?" she trailed off... "I know
the urge, Mary," she continued, "and so do you," she whispered.
"It's time..." she said gently.

Placing her hand lightly on Johnny's shoulder, she guided him to
step back, his teacher's breasts slipping from his palms as he
moved away, his teenage cock now rock hard, his tan pants tenting
in the front... he couldn't hide it. He didn't care. His mind was
racing. His teacher was going to... he had seen it in porn on his
computer, but... his teacher... he had fantasized, had cum so
hard so many times. Mrs. Scott. Mrs. Rand. Mrs. Foster, and
lately, Mrs. Jones. But he had never expected... this week was so
weird. So awesome. But holy cow!

He could see that his teacher was hesitating. It made him
nervous. Mrs. Scott was going to... he was shaking now.
Embarrassed at what might happen. Letting them see him... "Come
Mary," Martha said gently, taking her by the hand and guiding her
to sit on the edge of the love seat, taking a seat next to her,
motioning for Johnny to come and stand... in front of her. Mrs.
Scott was looking down, she could see her trembling. Gently,
Martha reached across and touched her under the chin with her
fingertips, slowing lifting her face. "Look, Mary..." she said in
a whisper. Her eyes went wide. Not more than a foot in front of
her... his bulge inches from her eyes, "you are going to suck his
cock, Mary," she whispered, letting the teacher's eyes adjust to
the site in front of her, to the thought of... "Here," Martha
said gently, taking Mary's right wrist in her hand, "feel him..."
she whispered, guiding the married woman's palm, resting it
gently on his bulge. Her heart was racing, wanting to pull her
hand away... to run out the door. But... she didn't... she left
her hand there. "There..." Martha whispered, "feel how warm he
is? There... that's nice..." she continued. "He's hard for YOU,
Mary," she said gently. "He wants his teacher to suck him," she
whispered, gently guiding her fingertips, helping her begin to
trace the outline of his erection under his baggy tan dockers,
his school uniform... the school... where she was his teacher...
Oh. My. God. Mary thought again. Mesmerized, her hand being
pressed into his pants, feeling his hard, teenage cock for the
first time. He might be 5 or 6 inches. Not huge. Nice. Perfect.
And rock hard. Her hand trembled. She took her first gentle
squeeze. Committed.

"Johnny," Martha said after a minute or two, letting his teacher
explore him for the first time, "Unzip your pants," she said
sternly, forcefully, but gently. "Watch, Mary..." she said gently
as he slowly unbuckled his belt, his teenage hands trembling a
little now also. This was actually happening, he thought. No, she
wouldn't really... he unbuttoned the button, and reached for the
zipper. Mrs. Scott was sitting right in front of him, her face
level with his cock, staring at his pants as he slowly unzipped
his fly. His cock throbbed in his pants at the site. "There are
his underpants, Mary," she whispered in her ear. "Do you see
them," she said softly as he finished unzipping his pants. "His
teenage cock is under there for you, Mary," she whispered. "Where
is your husband now?" she whispered quietly into her ear so only
Mary could hear her. Mary was frozen, mesmerized by the site in
front of her, by the thoughts of what was happening. She was
about to...

"Let's slip those pants off Johnny," Martha said gently, reaching
down to help slip his pant leg over his foot as he kicked off his
school loafers, helping him step out of his pants, one leg at a
time, setting them aside. Mary ignored the pants. She was
focused. Mesmerized. Not more than a few inches in front of her
face was a hard teenage cock bulging in his white underpants. She
could clearly see its outline now. Without a word, Martha took
her hand again, guiding her fingers... until her finger tips
touched the teen's cock again - this time pressing her fingers in
gently so she could feel the spongy hardness throbbing, slowly
guiding her finger tips to trace the underside of his cock,
pushing him up so that it was pressed straight up against his
body under his briefs. "There it is, Mary," she whispered as the
teacher slowly traced, pressed, and began to gently squeeze his
cock, her face less than a foot from it. "Johnny," she said
softly, looking up at him. "Mrs. Scott is about to take the next
step... with you... her teenage student..." she smiled sweetly at
him. "She knows that her husband will be home this evening when
she leaves here, when she gets home," she said - speaking to him,
but meaning it for Mary, "and the next time she seems him, she
will only be able to think about one thing..." she paused, "only
one thing..." she said gently. "When she looks into his eyes this
evening, she will know inside that she has just come from here...
that she has just had YOUR cock in her mouth, Johnny..." she
whispered, leaning toward Mary closely, turning so she whispered
into her ear, "that she has parted her lips for you, Johnny," she
whispered, " and taken her young student's cock... inside her
warm mouth..." she trailed off, seeing Mary slowly close her eyes
next to her, a slight shudder running through her almost too
slight to be noticed. After a moment, "Go ahead, Mary," she
whispered, "pull down his briefs... take his boy cock out..." she
paused, "so you can do what you have been wanting to do for so
long," she whispered again, guiding her hands up to the waistband
of his underpants. "That's right..."

Slowly, nervously, Mary began to slip down his briefs, her eyes
fixated again on her student's cock as it slowly came into
view... the shaft bending down as she pulled his briefs down. She
could see the light veins tracing along the exposed portion,
disappearing into his pubic hair at the base of... oh my god! she
thought again. And then it was free, springing up, bobbing and
swaying as it sprang from his underpants, inches from her face.
Oh... my god... she thought again as his penis pointed directly
at her, accusing her. Accusing her of for the act she was
committing... for what she was about to do... her heart racing
again, breath quickening. She could lose everything. For this...
"Johnny," Martha broke the silence suddenly, "Look at Mrs.
Scott's lips," she whispered, "so close to your penis..." she
said softly. "When she was dressing this morning for school," she
whispered, "chatting with her husband maybe, putting on her
makeup," she paused, "she knew..." slowly, "that the lipstick she
was putting on this morning..." slowly. "was for you," slowly,
"and not for her husband," she paused. "Because she knew that at
this moment," softly, "that she was going to take your cock into
her mouth," softly, "aren't you Mary," she whispered to Mary.
Gently she, placed her hand on the boys hip, pulling him closer.
"Mary," she whispered, "go ahead, Mary... it's ok... you know you
want to..." she urged her quietly.

And then it happened. She felt herself move forward, her mind
racing. But she did it. She leaned forward slightly, and felt the
head of his teenage cock brush against her lips, she felt the
moisture of his boyish pre-cum settle on her slightly parted lips,
and she froze. This was really happening! she thought. She felt
Martha's hand rest her back lightly, "Your husband won't know,"
Martha whispered into her ear, applying ever so gentle pressure
to her back, urging her forward. But before she could think any
more, she felt him on her lips again, felt the lightly rough
texture of his teenage cock head press forward as Martha urged
him, felt her lips part as he slipped inside, his boy cock
feeling the warmth of his teacher's mouth around the head of his
throbbing penis as her lips slipped over him, closing slightly
behind the head. "Your husband won't know," Martha whispered
again as the boy continued to press into her, his teenage cock
felt huge in her mouth as she took him in, her light lipstick
wrapped around his shaft, her lips locked around him, feeling him
throb, feeling him slide into her, taking him into her mouth...
her married mouth... she couldn't believe it. She was doing this.
Her. Mary Scott. Mrs. Scott. Taking this boy into her mouth. This
boy young enough to be her own son... her clit throbbed as she
closed her eyes, taking him in. Pausing. Her tongue mashed
against the underside of his cock as he throbbed in her mouth,
her breath ragged as she drew breath through her nose, smelling
his boyhood musk. Tasting his boyhood musk. Unbidden, without
thinking, her hands moved up and cupped her own breasts,
squeezing lightly, tweaking her own nipple through her bra,
tracing light circles. "That's right," Martha whispered to them,
"enjoy it," she said, "Mary," she whispered, "you are cheating
now..." she paused, "you can't undo it now," she whispered, "suck
him," she said softly, sweetly, gently pressing her hand on the
back of her head, guiding her.

Losing herself, Mary slipped her hands up, cupping his teenage
balls with one hand, lightly touching, holding his shaft with a
few fingertips of the other, as she, a married mother of a son
this boy's age, began to slowly, gently, cheat, moving her head
back, letting him slip from her mouth until only the head was
inside, then move forward, sucking him in, taking him in, feeling
his cock slip between her lips, feeling him throb as she began to
bob her head back and forth, taking him in, cupping and gently
massaging his balls, slipping him out, his cock-head resting on
her lips, her lips parting again, encircling his shaft, taking
him in again as the head pressed into her warm, moist, mature,
married mouth. Her clit throbbed, her vagina moist with fluid.
"All the way, Mary," Martha whispered, urging her. "Your husband
won't know..." she whispered again... urging Mary forward. Mary
was lost now, his cock felt huge each time she took him inside
her mouth. He wasn't, but reality was different than porn. His
cock felt huge in her mouth. "Take him, Mary," Martha whispered
again, "let him in..." she said softly, urging her each time Mary
pressed forward, "all the way," she whispered. Mary knew what she
meant... she knew... Martha's hand more insistent on the back of
her head, pressing her as she leaned forward into this boy,
and... suddenly... his cock-head slipped passed her, deep into he
throat... she gagged lightly, pulling back, but Martha pressed
forward lightly, urging, "That's right," she whispered, "let him
cum in your throat, Mary," she whispered, "your husband won't
know..." she trailed off, seeing Mary again take him deep into
her mouth, her throat bulge slightly. She couldn't do this... she
wasn't good at this... she never did this with...

Without warning, his cock throbbed, pulsed, her lips wrapped
around his shaft as the first ropes of teen cum erupted from his
cock, directly at her throat. She gagged again, lightly, as his
hands now held her head, his cock pulsing again, his boy cum
filling her mouth. So much of it! His cock slipping from her
mouth as she reacted, his last ejaculations washing over her
chin, onto her neck, running down onto her sweater as she
swallowed what she could, his cock still throbbing in her hands
as she cupped him and held him, subsiding slowly. Guilt wracking
and washing over her momentarily as she looked down, seeing her
student's cum staining her sweater, sticky, already soaking in,
framed by her sweater covered breasts as she looked down. Oh my
god! she thought again. Oh my god! "It's ok, Mary," Martha
whispered, "your husband will never know..."


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Somehow she had managed to compose herself. To change into the
blouse she had brought with her in case this had happened. Just
the thought of planning for something like that had kept her up
the past two nights, masturbating to incredible orgasms at the
thought of it. But now that it had happened... as she walked to
her car, her clit throbbed again. Tonight, she thought, thinking
about her finger slipping under her panties. Tonight...

Beep! the sound startled her out of her mixed up, sexual,
confused, horny thoughts. Linda, waving and smiling as she and
Johnny drove by, heading home. Oh my god. If she ever knew...