Family Therapist - Chapter 6 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only.
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Chapter 6

In the end, it had been pretty easy to arrange. But not for Mary.
She had spent several days recovering from their last session,
her guilt weighing heavily on her. Nervous at home. Nervous in
school. Nervous, seeing Johnny in class. He had been very good.
Not saying anything. Not leering at her. Not asking her... just
smiled nicely and did his homework. She could feel his eyes on
her in class, and it made her nervous, but it was being at home
that really made her tremble. She hid it. She tried to be normal,
but she knew what she had done. And... worse... she knew what she
was going to do...

And in the end, Martha had made the arrangements anyway, had
talked to Mary, discussed with her what had happened, soothing
her - they had met several times. And in the end, discussed what
was going to happen. Martha had arranged for Johnny to spend a
day at a her office, taking a series of standardized tests as
part of his "program" with her... she had done it before... she
knew the tests and spoke knowledgeably with his parents...
well... his mother about them. And his mother hadn't hesitated.
He WOULD take the tests, but they really didn't take too long to
complete. Another day. Another session, and she would work
through them with him, sending them out for actual results. But
not today...

For her part, Mary finally agreed, calling in sick the following
Wednesday morning after her husband had left for work. She
dressed, said goodbye to her son, and left for "school" - so far
so good. Twice, though, she'd had to pull over... shaking. She
knew what had happened last Friday - and guilt or no, she had
masturbated more than once during the deep of night, lying next
to her husband as he slept, powerful orgasms rocking her as she
thought about him... remembering how he felt... in her mouth...
and... what they were planning. But once again she was facing the
reality of the situation - hesitating on her way to... to...

The plan raced through her mind. Martha had made the
arrangements, booking a VERY nice room at a very upscale hotel
downtown, a place where business customers came and went all day,
conferences in the hotel, conferences near by. People walking in
and leaving were scarcely noticed. She had even met her there
after school yesterday, had coffee in the high-priced cafe,
talking it through with her, steeling herself. She could not
believe she was going to do THIS, but here she was, on here
way... by now, Martha had left with the teen, heading downtown to
meet her - or was already there for all she knew. Martha had
booked the room yesterday, had stayed there last night... they
were in this together...

And somehow... there she was, standing in front of the room's
door, on 8th floor of the hotel, the top floor. She had worn her
own business suit to try and fit in... a dark navy knee-length
skirt with fine pleats, a nice silk blouse, and a matching fitted
navy jacket. Looking around, even the hallways were beautiful,
rich dark wood trim framed out very elegant, mustard colored
textured wallpaper, carpeting that looked brand new, immaculate,
polished mirrors and classy artwork lined the walls in the dim
lighting. It was 9:30am, and here she was, on auto-pilot,
reaching out to tap lightly on the door, the do-not-disturb card
already in the fancy key-card slot... hinting at what was to
come... her knees felt weak...

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Martha opened the door, smiling playfully at Mary, stepping aside
to let her enter and gently pushing the door shut behind her,
reaching up to swing the metal loop in place to prevent the door
from being opened... the modern day chain on the door. Mary's
nerves hit her again as she turned to look into the room... into
what turned out to be a very nice, very large room with a
separate suite area - beautiful couch, club chair, large screen
television playing very light classical music from some channel
martha had picked. the light was not on in the bathroom off the
suite area, but she could see the beautiful marble floor, dark
wood paneling on the walls. And... around the wall separating the
suite area from the main part of the room, she could see the foot
of a large king-size bed... her breath quickened... the heavy
drapes had been pulled shut, blocking any light from outside -
the room was dimly lit by the standing lamps in the corners of
the room... but light enough for her to see his legs dangling
over the end of the bed as he sat there, watching something on
the even larger high-def television across from the foot of the
bed. She couldn't see all of him, but...

Turning, her eyes searched out Martha's, her nervousness plain on
her face. "It's OK, Mary," Martha whispered, motioning for her to
sit on the couch in the suite area, moving to sit with her, "we
have all day..." she smiled gently. "Just sit for a moment and
relax yourself... we talked about this, right?" she said softly.
"He is just as nervous as we are..." she said after a moment, "he
didn't say a word on the way here," she added. "But he's here...
and we have all day. He doesn't have to be back to my office
until 4pm, OK? His mom is getting him at 4:30 as usual when she
gets off work..." she said quietly as she gently patted Mary's
forearm, smiling softly to her. "I ordered some coffee earlier,
would you like some?" she offered. Mary was WAY to nervous for
caffeine, politely shaking her head no. "I don't think I could
keep it down," she answered, a nervous laugh escaping from her as
she said it. "Easy..." Martha whispered, "there is no rush..."
she added. "I was up early - and arranged for the room to made up
already, so we have the room to ourselves... all day..." she
trailed off. "OK?" Hesitating, Mary nodded, relaxing a little at
the sound of her calm voice. "I know it's early, but... would you
like a little glass of wine?" Martha offered, reaching for the
door to the mini-bar in the room, "I am going to have one..." she
paused. I might as well, Mary thought, trembling all over at the
thoughts racing through her mind - and why the wine might help
her nerves - nodding OK.

"I want this to be special for you, Mary," Martha said as the
ladies sipped their light white wine, Johnny in the other room
still, on the... "I brought a few things you might like," she
added, smiling softly. "I share your fantasy..." she trailed off.
"But we have all day," she said quickly, smiling, leaving Mary to
wonder. After a few minutes, chatting lightly, Martha reached for
Mary's glass - setting it aside. "Ready?" she whispered, "We'll
go nice and slow..." she waited. Mary heard herself as if someone
else was saying it. "OK." she whispered. I can't believe I am
here... she thought.

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Martha brought Johnny around to the suite area, guiding him to
sit on the near end of the sofa, Mary on the other end. "Johnny
and I chatted a little bit this morning, didn't we?" she smiled
at him after the awkward few moments as the woman and the boy saw
each other again... knowing. "We are going to meet tomorrow and
work on the tests he is supposed to be taking today, aren't we?"
she trailed off, smiling. "But that is for another time," she
said softly, "Johnny," she continued, "let's start as we have
before, OK?" she said gently, motioning for Mary to stand with
her. "You know how nervous Mrs. Scott was the last time, right?"
she said softly to them. "Can you imagine how she feels today?"
she smiled sweetly, seeing Mary look away, down, nervous. Johnny
nodded, not really knowing what to do. "You know that sometimes
people come to hotels like this..." she said, "to meet
someone..." she smiled, seeing him look up at his teacher, "to be
with someone," she paused, "and sometimes they aren't supposed to
meet each other, are they?" she trailed off, waiting for him to
nod. "Sometimes, people are unfaithful to their spouses... coming
to a place like this, aren't they?" she continued. "But usually,"
she added quietly, "it is to meet someone their own age..." she
said softly, "but Mrs. Scott is here..." smiling, "to be with
you, Johnny," pausing, "to do things with you..." pause, "her
student... her teen student," she said, now standing next to
Mary, one hand gently holding her right elbow, the other patting
her right forearm softly, "aren't you Mary?" she whispered
softly. "Tell him," she whispered, urging, feeling Mary tremble
next to her.

When Mary didn't respond, she continued gently, "Johnny, look at
Mrs. Scott," she said firmly, "she looks nice for you, doesn't
she?" she said. He nodded. No hesitation. "Very nice jacket," she
admired, stepping away a little, steering his eyes with her own,
"and under the jacket..." she smiled, "you known how nice she is,
don't you?" she played. "Nice blouse, just for you," she teased,
lightly parting her suit jacket for a moment, smiling. Admiring.
Leading. "But I know that when you are in her class..." she
paused, "watching her..." Mary blushed, looking away, "you are
looking at more than her breasts, aren't you?" she said sweetly.
"What else do you look at?" she asked, directly but gently,
"Johnny?" she said, waiting. His eyes slowly dropped, looking now
at her legs, at her skirt... "Her skirt, Johnny?" she whispered,
now motioning for Mary to turn a little, "what do you think
about, Johnny?" she whispered. He was nervous now. They both
were. Neither could say anything.

She moved Mary closer to him, guiding her to stand in right front
of him as he sat on the edge of the couch. Now HE was mesmerized,
his teacher standing 2 feet away for him to look at - suit
jacket, blouse, and knee-length skirt - dressed very prim and
proper, like a lady should be. Like his mom dresses. But he was
here with these two mature ladies - alone - in a hotel - with a
bed in the next room... his teacher posing... for him... she was
not skinny, she had full hips... not fat, but full... "Well?"
Martha said softly, turning Mary slowly, his eyes fixated as she
turned, stopping when her ass was directly in front of him, not
fat, not skinny. Full. "Ah..." Martha whispered, seeing his eyes.
"I know..." she said softly, "do you see it?" she paused. He did,
she saw him staring. "The zipper..." she teased. "I know that
Mrs. Scott has fantasized about it..." she said quietly, "slowly
unzipping her skirt..." she paused... "knowing that she was going
to do something..." she paused... "knowing that only her husband
has unzipped her..." softly "but she is here today, Johnny"
softly "for you..." softly "Tell him, Mary," she whispered,
turning the married, 45 year old teacher slowly back around to
face him, his eyes glued to her waist, her pleated skirt, the way
her skirt moved as she moved, imagining...

She moved Mary back a little, motioning for Johnny to stand, his
pants once again tented with the teen cock that been in her
mouth, had cum... in her mouth... she was hooked... fixated...
knowing that today... "Johnny, help your teacher off with her
jacket," Mary said lightly, stepping aside to guide him around
her, helping him reach up from behind her to lift her jacket from
her shoulders, helping her as she hesitantly removed her arms. It
was starting! she thought... knowing where it was leading... her
clit tingling involuntarily at the thought. Knowing that there
was a bed this time... here... where she was... with this teen.
Martha took the jack from him when it was done, draping it on the
arm of the club chair, careful to keep it clean - no threads,
hairs, fuzz from dropping it on the floor. Mrs. Scott did have to
wear it home to her family today after all, she smiled inside.
Turning Mary again to face him, lifting his hands gently, placing
them on his teacher's breasts. "There..." she whispered, "they
feel nice, don't they?" she whispered as he gently started to
feel them, feel their roundness, their fullness. "That feels nice
again, doesn't it Mary?" she said softly. Mary was watching his
hands, her eyes half-closed as she looked down... nervous.

"Can you feel the lines of her bra, Johnny?" Martha whispered,
"Feel how it forms around them?" she said gently, "Holding
them..." she trailed off. "Feel how the her silk blouse is
smooth... how it forms over them... how your hand glides
smoothly?" she continued, his hands exploring, tracing her bra
with his fingertips. "That's right," Martha whispered, "that
feels nice, doesn't it Mary?" she asked softly, her nipples
hardening yet again under his touch, "Unbutton her blouse," she
commanded quietly. "Look at her eyes, Johnny," she said softly as
he looked up, his teacher's eyes rising also to meet his...
wanting to look away, his fingers fumbling as he started. "For
her entire married life, she has only let her husband do this,"
Martha said very softly, "and now she is in a hotel room with
you... letting you... " she trailed off, "wanting you to." She
looked up, meeting Mary's eyes as the boy undid the buttons of
her silk blouse, one by one. Martha took a step behind her,
opening a carry bag she had on the small desk along the wall next
to the TV, opposite the couch. He moved slowly, but was nearing
the last button, reaching to gently tug her blouse from the
skirt. Mary reached down, again on auto-pilot, helping him as the
worked it free.

Martha returned, setting something on the glass topped, chrome
framed end table at the end of the couch, turning back toward
them as he finished with the last button, her blouse hanging open
slightly now, her cleavage and the edges of her bra just visible.
"Reach inside, Johnny," Martha began again, "feel your
teacher..." she said gently as his hands slipped inside, parting
her blouse, filling his hands with her mature breasts again, the
smooth fabric of her bra... her hard nipples obvious under the
lightly padded material, "I think she bought that bra for this
day," Martha said gently, "for you, Johnny," she continued. "Her
husband has not done what you are doing..." she whispered, "felt
her in that bra..." she said quietly, his hands squeezing,
tracing, feeling the heavy softness of his teacher's breasts
again. He was throbbing, her blouse pushing aside as he traced
the shape of her breasts, felt the warmth of her cleavage with
his fingertips... Martha moving behind her to help her slip off
her blouse as he continued to explore her...

And then she saw it. She froze. Martha felt her tense up, her
head turning back to look for her. Turning back to the end table.
Where did she? On the end table, facing directly at her, was a
framed photograph of... she looked away... looked up at the
ceiling... lump in her throat as Martha placed a gentle hand on
her back, on her warm skin, her blouse now draped neatly with the
jacket she had removed minutes ago. Martha motioned for Johnny to
lean in close, guiding his hands around her... her breasts
pressing into his chest as he again unhooked her bra... his
teacher's bra... "How wrong this is, isn't Mary?" she whispered
in her ear as her bra came free, as Martha helped in lower her
straps, her breasts exposed again for this teen. The therapist
reached up gently, turning her head lightly, making her look...
feeling his warm mouth once again on her breast, his tongue flat
against her nipple, moving lightly as he took her into his mouth,
his hands holding and lightly squeezing her as he suckled... her
knees weak as she looked at the photo... her husband... and
son... smiling... staring straight at her... Martha coaxed her
gently to look, "Johnny," Martha whispered, very softly, "your
teacher is here... cheating on her husband... again..." she
whispered. Guilt washing over Mary again... feeling his warm
mouth take her other breast into his mouth, suckling... her clit
now throbbing at the thought of what she was doing... where she
was... Martha's finger tips still guiding her to look at the
photo... "Johnny," Martha whispered, "before we leave today..."
she paused, seeing Mary's eyes half close again from the warmth
of his touch... "Mrs. Scott is going to truly going to cheat...
with you... with her teen student..." she said softly, Mary
trembling, still looking at her husband's photo... her son...

"Mary," she whispered, taking her arm... placing her hand on his
shoulder, gently lifting him from her breasts, taking a small
step to the side as Martha led his teacher to the couch, guiding
her Fto sit, her breasts swaying as she moved, wet with his
saliva... again. Without thinking, her legs crossed... primly...
properly... the hem of her skirt just covering her crossed
knees... her head in her hand again, her heart racing... now not
able to look at the end table... the thought... feeling Martha
sit next to her... closely... her warmth a gentle shelter from
her thoughts. For a moment. Without speaking, Martha motioned for
Johnny to kneel... to sit, legs folded to one side, one arm
propping him up as he sat... on the beautiful carpet... in front
of them. "I know what you think about when you look at her..."
she whispered, "seeing her skirt move... her hips sway..." she
said gently. "You want to look under her skirt, don't you?" she
whispered, directly... his eyes widening, Mary not moving, still
not able to look at anyone. "Your married teacher is going to let
you..." she said softly, her hand resting gently on Mary's knee,
feeling Mary tense up.

Mary's mind was racing again... her heart pounding, feeling her
husband's eyes burning into her out of the picture frame, not
able to turn her head for fear she would see the photo again. She
had dreamed about this for so long... but had never imagined she
would be here... in a hotel room... while the rest of her
students were in school, a substitute teacher really only sitting
with them... but here she was... if someone she knew saw her come
in... or... her heart raced... leave... what would she do? What
would she say? She had wanted this... needed this... had taken
this boy into her mouth... HAD already cheated, her thoughts
screaming. But somehow - even though she had been racked with
guilt... knew that she was unfaithful... somehow, being in Mrs.
Jones' office had made it seem... well... surreal... unreal...
something she could set aside in her mind. But now... here... in
a hotel room... with this boy... her blouse off... her bra off...
exposed to him... her student... she couldn't think of anything
else... she was about to let him see her... and before she left
today... in a hotel... she couldn't move. She wanted this... but
she shouldn't... Martha's hand on her knee... she felt her gentle
pressure...

And held her breath lightly, heart racing, her eyes lifting
slightly, seeing over the edge of her hand as it now cupped her
mouth. Martha's hand slowly put pressure on her knee, feeling her
legs uncross, her knees parting ever so slightly, the hem of her
navy skirt draped across her knees now... his eyes fixated on her
knees, her legs... between her knees... his eyes wide now.
"Johnny," Martha said softly, "can you see her?" she whispered,
her hands gently coaxing her legs a few inches apart... his eyes
locked now between her legs... searching. Martha gently pulled
her skirt back... just a little... "Come closer," she said
firmly... leaning forward as she sat on the edge of the sofa, her
hand on his shoulder gently pulling him forward... Mary's heart
racing as his face was now inches from her knees, his eyes
peering... under her skirt. Oh my god! she thought, seeing his
eyes widen... he saw her...

Martha leaned close to her, the boy now mesmerized, un-moving...
seeing her... knowing that there was little light under her
skirt... between her legs, but enough... he must be able to see
her white panties between her thighs. Mary couldn't look away,
watching his eyes, knowing... then the whisper in her ear, just
loud enough for him to hear, "Mary, your husband will never
know..." she said, arm on her shoulder, leaning her back gently,
her hips riding up slightly, the backs of her thighs resting on
the edge of the couch now, feeling the warmth of his cheeks so
close to her slightly parted knees... almost between them as Mary
gave in, leaning back into the couch, her breasts rising and
falling, her nipples hard as she looked past them, down at this
boy... "Mary," Martha whispered, leaning back with her, next to
her, her head next to her's as they both watched him, "Mary...
you know you want to..." she paused, feeling Mary's breath
catch... "spread your legs for him..." she paused, "show him..."
she whispered, her hand resting gently on Mary's thigh, coaxing
her. And she did it...

Ever so slightly... Martha gently pulling on her skirt, the hem
slipping over her knees and riding up a little, her thighs
spreading just a few inches, pausing... her heart pounding, his
eyes staring... "Is this what you think of," she said softly to
the boy... "I know it is..." she paused, seeing him so close to
her... his face even with her parted knees... his teacher's
knees... "Johnny," she whispered, motioning with her fingers for
him to kneel, "that's right," she said softly as he placed a hand
on each knee, Mary tensing again, clit throbbing. The thought
racing into her mind, feeling herself moisten... he is looking at
me... I am married! Her nipples hardened... she saw them... "She
wants you to look, Johnny," Martha said quietly, "She married her
husband... promised him... only him..." she said, placing a hand
on gently on his, guiding him as a slowly parted her legs...
"Slide forward for him," Martha whispered in her ear, and she
responded. She couldn't believe this. the events of the past week
or so rushing in... as she lifted her hips, her legs parting even
further as she moved forward, her bottom now on the edge of the
seat, almost lying down, her chin almost resting on her chest as
she looked down her her chest, her full breasts exposed, rising
and falling as she breathed, her stomach... not fat, not
skinny... rising and falling with her breasts... her skirt riding
up her thighs... her parted thighs... and... his eyes... directly
on her...

"Johnny," Martha whispered... "spread her legs..." she said
forcefully, but softly. "That's right..." she said very softly,
his teacher's legs now open for him, his face not more than a
foot from her... from her... "Closer," Martha whispered, coaxing
him... his breath warm on her thighs now... his eyes wide... "Can
you see her?" Martha whispered after a moment, his eyes burning
into her, her full, motherly mound... her most private of
places... her white silk panties stretched over her, cupping her
motherhood, her dark pubic hair, thick... well groomed... but
thick, bulging lightly... her legs parted wide for him... her
husband's photo next to them... "your husband will never know..."
Martha whispered to her, into her ear, seeing her breath quicken
again. "Do you remember the taste of his cock?" she whispered...
"Stroking into your mouth," she said gently, "His hard teen
erection between your lips?" she paused... Johnny now sitting
again, legs folded to one side, one hand on her thigh, parting
her married legs, his face 6 inches from her silk panties, her
mound, her clit throbbing... "His cum on your chin..." pausing
"in your mouth..." she trailed off... and then Mary felt him...
Martha guiding him in close... he could smell her scent... see
her outlined ever so slightly... "Mary..." she whispered... "let
him see..." she said gently... patiently... "let him touch..."
she paused, Mary's eyes locked onto him as he stared at her...
inches away. This boy.... "Mary," Martha whispered, "show him,"
she urged her gently, "open yourself to him..." she said
softly... "your husband will never know..."

Mary was trembling, hesitating, his eyes looking up, meeting hers
for the first time as the sat here.. like this... "You know you
want to..." Martha whispered, seeing Mary's hand slowly reach
down now... her wedding band inches from his eyes... her heart
leaped... "because when you see your husband this evening," she
continued, watching as Mary's fingers slipped over her silk
panties in front of his eyes, his eyes wide as her finger tips
found the edge of her panties... "you will have to face him...
knowing..." she said slowly, Mary's hand beginning to pull on the
leg band, the crotch of her panties lifting slightly... "that you
have been here with this boy..." her womanhood coming coming into
view for him slowly... "in this hotel..." his eyes wide, her
moist, motherly vagina exposed to him... "this time spreading
these lips for him..." she whispered, his eyes seeing her glisten
before him, her womanhood in front of him, her clit throbbing
"Mary," she whispered, "you are this boy's teacher," she said
softly, slowly, "and before you go home tonight..." she said
gently, "he is going to stroke his young, teenage cock into you,
Mary..." pausing, Mary's finger now on her clit... eyes closed...
trembling... clit throbbing...

And then she felt his touch, she jumped... her hips bucking
lightly at the shock... "No..." she whispered as Martha guided
him, his finger pushing her's aside... gentle pressure... firm
pressure... his thumb resting on the opening of her vagina...
"No..." she whispered again, her eyes shut tight, the thought of
this boy... her legs spread wide... "and while your husband is
working..." Martha whispered... Mary's hips slowly grinding
now...seeking... "your son at home..." slowly, softly, "you are
going to guide him..." slowly, "lie under him..." gently "feel
him penetrate you..." softly "your married legs spread wide for
him..." his breath on her... his finger pressing, circling,
slipping over... and back... and around... "as he cums inside of
you..." she whispered in her ear as Mary's climax took her, her
breath racing... jumpy... her hips moving... her mound pressing
into his hand... his fingers... "cheating... with your own
student..." she whispered, her climax exploding... her
sensitivity raging... her vagina grinding... trying to escape his
touch... a light moan escaping her... she never did that... oh my
god...