Family Therapist - Chapter 6 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- 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... ----- 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. ----- 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...