Family Therapist - Chapter 7 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 7 "I don't know," Mary whispered to Martha as the two women stood in the beautifully appointed bathroom of the elegant hotel suite Martha had rented. Beautiful marble floor, fine dark polished wood on the walls, high-gloss polished granite countertops of a dark golden brown, elegant fixtures. Immaculately clean. Martha was helping her... lightly brushing her recently styled, shoulder-length hair that curled inward at the ends, framing her ears and resting lightly on her shoulders. She looked in the mirror - she knew she was not pretty, but she was still attractive in a plain-jane sort of way... at least that is how she had built her self-identity. Her husband told her she was beautiful, and that is what mattered. Her husband... What she was doing now... what she HAD JUST DONE. Shame - her eyes blazed inner turmoil. "Shhhh..." Martha whispered, helping her apply new lipstick - a very light shade of red, some very fine powder... lightly padded on... very lightly brushed off... her face natural... clean... fresh... preparing her for her date... with... a boy... a teen boy... her own student... in the next room... as she prepared to go be with him... to... her mind raced - so surreal. "I know what you are feeling... I understand..." Martha said gently, sweetly. It had taken Mary a good 30 minutes to calm down from their 'session' this morning. She had wrapped herself in her suit jacket, closed her eyes... and trembled, calming... slowly... breath easing... sitting quietly... "It's ok, Mary..." Martha had whispered supportive, patient, softly, sitting with her. "It's ok..." Martha had gently taken Johnny back to the other part of the room, had talked sweetly and lovingly to him... assuring him that his teacher was ok... that he had been incredibly tender, and that Mrs. Scott had enjoyed his touch intensely. He knew that she was upset... it was different from the last time. "It's understandable, isn't it Johnny?" she had soothed him gently, "She is your teacher, right?" trailing off. He nodded, understanding that she was doing something she shouldn't. "She is old enough to be your mother..." she reminded him again... "but she is here... with you... in a hotel...", comforting him - finally patting his hand, seeing that he understood, leaving him to sit quietly at the foot of the bed and watch television as she returned to calm his teacher... Stepping back - she smiled - beamed. "There you are, Mary..." she said gently, standing to one side and slightly behind her, reaching up again to gently smooth her hair, her fingers lightly tracing its curve as it framed around her ears, gently fanning the curled ends to lay evenly on her shoulders, framing her face softly. "Think about when we started... how far you've come..." she said gently, her hand resting lightly on her shoulder as their eyes met in the mirror, Mary's eyes still troubled. Softly, "The guilt you felt... hiding your desires... your fantasies..." she said gently. "They are so common, Mary," she said quietly. "We've talked about that, right?" she trailed off, "How powerful THAT kind of guilt is..." the meaning clear to Mary... the lesser of evils... the exercise of willpower... over her inner struggles... the easing of inner anguish. Mary heard the words. She believed the words. But inside... the guilt staring directly at her from her own eyes... the sound of her racing heart filling her ears... But... behind those eyes... deep, deep inside... the desire... the compulsion... the need... Martha leaned in, whispering in her ear as she smiled into her eyes in the mirror, resting a hand lightly on each arm as she stood next to her... behind her... "Your favorite outfit for school..." she said gently, their eyes meeting in the mirror, "I know it is..." she added softly, "you have worn it often when we we meet," she said gently. "The very picture of his teacher..." she said softly, "he knows you in this outfit..." They had talked about it... the symbolism that her "teacher" outfit represented. Martha had brought the outfit with her the night before, Mary numb now as they changed her into it... every time she wore it - comfortable, but now... it felt wrong... so wrong... "Are you ready?" Martha whispered, waiting... hand lightly on the small of her back... small circles... comforting... reassuring... "It is time, Mrs. Scott..." she said playfully, seeing Mary's eyes startle a little in the mirror, "You know you want to..." she trailed off, waiting patiently, her touch light or her back. "Mary, It's ok..." she smiled, finally seeing the ever so slight nod of Mary's head, feeling her shudder lightly, her eyes cast down now, but turning toward the door as Martha took her arm gently, letting her friend guide her... her mind racing... her mind numb... but following... ----- Martha took her hand gently as they walked slowly through the suite area... she had discreetly removed the photo of Mary's husband and son that she had printed from Mary's Facebook site and put in a simple frame... it had served its purpose... heightening the initial thrill... her secret hotel rendezvous... with her own student... cheating. Martha knew her desires... knew them well... Mary's eyes were nervous as they slowly rounded the corner... taking in the sight before her... the heavy curtains still drawn... the warm glow of the beautiful brass lamps... the beautifully appointed furniture, more of the same rich wood... dressers... a business desk... another soft club chair in the corner... and... oh my god... the bed... she froze. It was beautiful... king size... clean, richly colored bedspread gently turned down... 4 over-sized, soft bed pillows... crisp, bright white pillow cases... small wall-mounted lamps softly illuminating the bed from over the nightstands... the bed... this was it... oh... my... god... all over again... the momentary panic... and... sitting at the foot of the bed... legs dangling over at the knees... oh my god... Martha stood next to her, feeling her tremble... gently holding her hand... letting her pause... gather her feelings. She took the little remote from the dresser and again adjusted the television... light classical music softly filled the room now... a soothing, quiet, background... turning back, stepping toward the boy sitting in front of them. Mary hesitated, but moved with her... eyes downcast now... trying to avoid eye contact. "Johnny," Martha said softly... breaking the silence... the awkward moment that she knew these two were feeling, "Mrs. Scott looks very nice, doesn't she?" she said gently. He nodded. Mary could feel his eyes on her... looking at her again... knowing what they had done... knowing what they might... oh my god... what she knew was going to happen! She couldn't stop it... the sensation... the anticipation between her legs... she knew this feeling... slight at first... she could feel it... the tingle of pleasure ever so lightly building... intensifying slowly... she knew this feeling... this special feeling... this feeling she only felt... touching herself... her fantasies... imagining... seeing them in her mind... wondering... their young. bodies... she knew this feeling... so wrong... it was her companion... so erotic... in the middle of the night... so often... her husband asleep next to her... so wrong... her legs trembled... Her outfit was simple... a very light-weight, grey wool sweater... v-necked... a hint of cleavage showing... long-sleeves... her pearl necklace lightly resting across the top of her breasts... the necklace her husband had just given her... to celebrate... oh my god. She usually wore a camisole underneath... but not know... the outlines of her sheer, white, mature bra accentuating the curves of her breasts as her sweater formed over them... around them... Her favorite skirt... a printed pattern... black background... fine light-grey and cream-colored designs reminiscent of a floral pattern... light-weight... falling just below her knees... playing smoothly over full, motherly hips... swaying lightly when she moved... comfortable... soft... her very soft, black-leather flats... ever so slightly loose-fitting on her feet... comfortable... Martha watched him see her... take her in... his eyes traveling... she knew... "Johnny," she whispered softly... very softly... Mary's eyes head still looking away.. downcast... nervous... "you want to fuck her... don't you?" she whispered... Mary tensed... Martha felt it... still holding her hand gently... she knew this moment would come... had wanted it for so long... but now... it was... real... her heart pounding in her chest now at the words. Johnny hesitated... looked up at her... searching his teacher's face... not seeing her move... nervous... but he did it.... he nodded. "She knows you do..." Martha whispered softly... "she sees you look at her..." gently, "your eyes on her..." softly. "And today she is here..." she paused lightly, "to spread her legs for you... Johnny," she whispered, "She wants you to..." she said gently... trailing off... letting the impact of her words sink in... the moment... "Mary," Martha said gently after a few moments... "it is your turn now..." she said gently, reaching up lightly, touching Mary's cheek softly with her fingertips.. turning her head gently to look into her eyes... "help him get ready,,," she said softly... "like you've imagined so many times..." gently, "undress your student..." she said firmly... softly... seeing Mary's eyes widen... the recognition set in... "Here..." she said sweetly, guiding her hand... resting it on his hip... "Help him slip off his shirt..." she motioned, his school polo shirt un-tucked already from his pants. Mary's heart was pounding... but she did hit... lifting the hem of the shirt as he raised his arms... slipping the shirt up and over his head... Martha gently laying it on the dresser next to them as she took it from her... "Kneel down, Mary..." she whispered... "Unzip him..." she said softly as Mary slowly settled to her knees... his bulge once again right in front of her eyes... "That's right..." Martha said gently, seeing the married teacher reach up slowly... working the buckle... finding the zipper... "Unzip him..." she trailed off... "so he can fuck you..." she said quietly. His cock throbbed in his pants at the words... Mary was numb... but on autopilot... she wanted this... but... oh my god... hearing those words... her fingers moving on their own... the zipper coming down slowly... his pants falling open... reaching down... helping him step out... his pants on the floor... his cock hard in his underwear... inches from her eyes... oh my god... "Good..." Martha whispered gently... "good..." his teacher's eyes on him... his teen cock... hard... for her... bulging... his boyish teen body... naked... except for his white cotton underpants... and his bulge... for her... "It's time, Mary..." Martha whispered, guiding her... helping her stand... Mary's heart pounding as she moved with her... feeling herself being lead to the side of the bed... feeling herself sit gently on the edge of the bed... "That's right..." Martha whispered... helping her slip off her flats... feeling herself turn... moving... and now... sitting on the bed... the bed... leaning back... Martha propping the big, soft, clean, brilliantly white pillows behind her... her legs stretched out... bent up very slightly at the knees... her feet flat on the bed... hands resting gently in her lap... "Johnny," she heard Martha say... sounding a thousand miles away... her mind blurred... her thoughts racing... her husband's face... her breath jagged... light... shallow... And then he was there... kneeling on the bed... at her feet... legs folded to one side... leaning lightly on one arm... looking at... her... oh my god... her student... oh my god... Martha moved gently... turning to sit lightly next to her, her legs folded to one side... feet dangling over the edge... leaning back into the pillows with her... above her... arm around her gently as she guided her... helping her settle further into the soft pillows... easing her back... "Mary," Martha whispered... "spread your legs for him..." she whispered... "show him..." gently... "let him look under your skirt..." quietly... "you know you want him to..." she trailed off softly. "He is going to fuck you, Mary..." she said... firmly... Mary's breath tensing at the words... "He wants to fuck his teacher..." she whispered... "and you are going to spread your legs for him..." she said softly... "and let him enter you..." she trailed off... whispering in her ear... "you know you want this..." she whispered... "you have already done things a married woman should never do..." she said gently... "and you want this..." she said... quietly... ever so slowly... her hand now resting gently on Mary's thigh... gentle... insistent... She knew that this was it... the moment... if she did this... she was going to... oh my god... she HAD let this happen... let him do things to her... but if she did this... she was nervous... there would be no going back... she knew that she had already gone too far... WAY too far... but... if she did this... this... her heart racing... her breath quickening... oh my god... she felt it... felt the desire... deep... taboo... so incredibly, deeply wrong... felt it surface... felt it wash over her... her life changing in a moment... it was real now... real... her clit throbbing... her eyes seeing him... this boy... sitting in front of her... she was his teacher... his married... mature... teacher... she was here with him... secretly... cheating on her husband... her clit throbbing... this is so wrong... oh my god... "Spread your legs for him..." Martha whispered ever so softly... And she did it. She wanted it... oh my god... She lifted her knees... and spread her legs for him... her skirt riding up... her back sinking into the pillows... she spread her legs wide for him... wide... oh my god... her feet apart now... her knees pulled back... wide... her mature white panties stretched over her mound... she pushed herself toward him... lifting her hips lightly... watching his eyes... feeling them on her most private of places... burning into her... as she opened herself to him... her clit throbbed... "That's so nice..." Martha whispered into her ear as Mary's left hand slipped down... fingers tracing over her panties... driven... needing to touch herself... her wedding band sparking in the low light... her fingers finding her spot... starting a slow... gentle... pressure... rolling lightly... her eyes lifting... their eyes meeting... her fingers tracing the lips of her vagina... a gentle groove forming down the crotch of her panties as she slowly began to feel herself... their eyes locked... feeling herself moisten... as she spread herself... for him... for this boy... her clit throbbed... seeing him look down... at her... her fingers rolling it lightly... gently... "Johnny," Martha said softly, motioning... and he understood... turning slightly... settling gently... resting on his elbows... slipping up carefully... slowly.. between his teacher's legs... his face now inches from her... her fingertips still pressing... rolling... her eyes half closed... looking down... her breath catching a little... seeing him laying there... his face looking at her... watching her... as she masturbated... right in front of his eyes... "Closer, Johnny..." Martha whispered, urging him forward... Mary was lost... her clit throbbing... urging her motherhood toward him... his face close to her now... her fingers slipping down... ever so lightly parting her lips... her panties pressing into her very slit lightly... her fingers tracing... her right hand moving up... cupping her breast... feeling her nipple... squeezing it lightly... gentle... tracing... "Guide him..." Martha whispered into her ear... Their eyes met again... his head lifting slightly to look at up her... her clit throbbing... and gently... carefully... her right hand rested on his head... lightly... playfully... her fingers running through his soft... clean... short... boyish hair... finding the back of his head... gentle pressure... urging him forward... her hips lifting lightly... her fingers pressing... circling... rubbing her clit... right in front of his eyes... oh my god... oh my god... she pulled him into her... oh my god... "That's right..." Martha whispered, softly... Mary's head back now... eyes closed... feeling him on her... holding him there... she could feel the tip of his tongue... his virgin tongue... pressing... probing... as she pulled him... her hips lifting... her lower back arching lightly as she raised her crotch up... her feet pressing into the bed as she lifted herself... her finger on her clit... spreading wide for this boy... grinding her crotch into his face... holding his head tightly now... hips rolling lightly... fingers grabbing his hair... pulling him... her clit engorged under her finger... under her panties... in this boy's young face... it felt so good... it felt so wrong... so good... she was old enough to be his mother... oh my god... almost there... "Mary," Martha intruded... ever so softly... "Shhh...." she said... lightly stroking her arm... guiding her... letting him slip from her hold... her clit throbbing... wanting to explode... almost there... "It's time..." Martha whispered lightly... holding her lightly as she slowed... so wanting to release... but... she slowed... her hips settling down... "Let him expose you..." she whispered... "Johnny..." she said softly... motioning... and he understood... rising gently up on his knees... leaning forward... Martha guiding him... his fingertips lightly closing on the waistband of her panties... taking hold... her panties... the crotch soaked with her wetness... with his saliva... his warmth... lifting her hips lightly... she helped him... exposed herself to him... to this boy... "There..." Martha whispered... "that's right..." she whispered softly as her panties slipped down... her mature, married vagina opening to him... his fingers guiding her panties down as he slipped them from under her... feeling Martha lean in close... her breath on her ear..."What is your husband doing... now... at this moment?" she whispered into her ear... "Is your son with his friends?" she whispered... their images creeping into Mary's thoughts... unbidden... oh my god... "While his mother is here..." she whispered... "about to let this boy fuck her..." she whispered... Mary's breath quickening again... not able to control her thoughts... what she was doing... "this boy..." Martha whispered... "young enough to be your son, Mary..." Martha whispered... pausing... lightly stroking her arm... Mary trembled... her clit tingling... those words... such power... so erotic... so wrong... But then he was there... Martha guiding him wordlessly... she jumped lightly... feeling his hands on her knees... lifting her head... seeing him above her... kneeling in front of her... Martha's hand resting on his... guiding him... oh my god.... letting herself go... his hands slipping under her knees... holding the back of her thighs... spreading her... pushing her legs apart... lifting her knees... pushing them back... pressing her back... sinking into the soft, clean pillows... she could smell their scent... clean... her pelvis lifting has he pressed her legs back... gently... soft young hands... her chin on her chest... seeing herself exposed completely to him... her breasts rising and falling under her sweater with each breath... her skirt pulled up... exposing her... "Mary..." Martha whispered into her ear as they watched him... Martha's hand on his hip as she sat close to her... guiding him between her legs... "Mary," she whispered again... "look..." she trailed off... and she saw... she felt... it was so wrong... her mature, married vagina... exposed... her full womanhood... glistening... as he moved forward... and then it was done... she tensed... oh my god... there he was... his hard, teen cock... resting on her labia... oh my god... in the groove of her womanhood... warm... hard... the head of his boy cock nestled in her full, dark, soft, cheating bush... "Good..." Martha whispered... "so beautiful..." she said softly... "a woman... and a young boy..." she said, gently... "about to couple..." she whispered... "You Mary..." softly, "he is going to fuck you... Mary..." she whispered... Martha's hand reaching gently... Mary's eyes fixated on the obscene, intense, erotic sight of this boy... his cock... her eyes half closed as she watched Martha... where did she? ... baby oil? ... something... a few drops on his cock... Martha's hand... lifting him... her fingers wrapping around the shaft... stroking gently... lubricating him... "There..." she whispered into her ear... "so much nicer..." she whispered... "so much easier for him to stroke into you... Mary..." she whispered... Mary's eyes watching... his cock resting on her exposed vagina... again... Martha's palm now open... lying across his young, hard cock... her palm beginning to apply gentle pressure... pressing the bottom of his shaft... nesting it into the groove of her married, exposed cunt... his hips gently rocking... as she guided him... beginning to move... slowly... the bottom of his shaft slipping forward... the head of his penis pushing through her pubic hair... as he pushed forward... the bottom of his shaft gliding smoothly... directly... on her clit... as he stroked forward... his teen cock riding on her mound... angling up as he pushed forward... his cock-head pointed directly at her face... as she stared at it... her chin on her chest... watching as he began to slowly stroke back... and forth... her clit throbbing as the bottom of his shaft glided over it... his throbbing cock... his teen cock... her teen student's young, hard cock... oh my god... "So nice," Martha whispered again into her ear again... "when a woman teaches a boy..." she trailed off... watching together as he moved... "Are you ready, Mary?" Martha whispered in her ear after what seemed like an eternity... Mary's mind numb... lost in the intense erotic scene before her... "Tonight," Mary whispered into her ear... again gently grasping his shaft... lifting him... "when you climb into bed..." she whispered... "your husband lying next to you..." she paused... guiding him... "when he kisses you gently good night..." she whispered... Mary watching... "you won't be his wife anymore..." she whispered... Mary's eyes widening... watching... feeling what she was seeing... Martha grasping the base of his teen cock... guiding him... "you will be thinking of this moment..." she whispered... feeling Mary tense again... "there..." Martha whispered... nestling the head of her student's cock... her young.. hard... teen student... poised at her opening... his warm cock-head nestled against her labia... "you have wanted this, Mary..." Martha purred smoothly... whispering into her ear... her hand gently resting now on his hip... slipping around silently to the small of his back... "to fuck your young student..." she whispered... applying gentle pressure to his back... urging him... Mary's eyes wide... the obscene sight in front of her.. watching... feeling... the gentle pressure as he probed forward... the head of his teen cock... her lips parting... enticing..." her eyes closing... "take him, Mary..." Martha whispered... "your husband will never know..." Mary moaned... one last "No..." she whispered... but her hips betrayed her... in one smooth motion... she pressed herself forward... and her young, hard, teen student slipped inside of her... her labia parting wide... her lips opening around him... as he stroked into her... fucked her... "Oh my god!" Mary said out loud for the first time... feeling him penetrate deeply into her... his hard young cock burying inside her mature... warm... cunt... "Oh my god!" she whispered again... her hands reaching for his hips... holding him inside of her... this was actually happening... oh my god... "Fuck him, Mary..." Martha urged now... her voice rising... commanding... "you are an unfaithful wife now..." she said sternly, forcefully... as the boy raised his hips, Mary's hands resting on them... riding up with them... feeling his hard cock pull out of her... her fingertips holding his back... stopping him... keeping his cock-head from slipping out... teaching him... pulling him back inside... her cunt lips yawning wide again... taking him deep into her cheating... married... hole as he stroked forward... penetrating her... "What if your husband ever found out, Mary!" Martha said loudly... not shouting... but forcefully... "Fuck him..." Martha commanded again... the boy stroking into her... his teacher... "You cannot undo this now, Mary..." she said forcefully, "So fuck him..." she said... "Enjoy his young teen cock..." she said forcefully... commanding her... "You are his teacher, Mary..." she said loudly... "Teach him!" she said sternly... watching the boy fuck his married teacher... her mature legs... spread for him... Mary's mind was racing... so wrong... so incredibly wrong... but oh my god... this boy... his hard cock felt... so good... her mind struggled... coherent thought leaving her... feeling the pleasure... her hands moving as he stroked... reaching up... gently placing her right hand on his shoulder... her eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments... teacher... and student... fucking... the shared thought made her shudder... her hips rocked up to meet his stroke...his arms outstretched by her sides... hands flat on the bed... so easily supporting the weight of his young body... as he stroked... into her... her mature vagina... her cunt... oh my god... so nasty... a prim-and-proper... married... mature... teacher... her favorite skirt... rasied... for this boy... letting him stroke into her... into her... cunt... her married... cheating... cunt... she was 45 years old... mother... respectable... and yet... here she was... her hair fanned out on the pillows under her... her legs spread obscenely... wide... pushed back... bent at the knees... her toes pointing toward the foot of the bed... riding under him... exposing herself... while this boy stroked into her... his hard cock... she could be his mother... oh my god... her eyes closed... Her left hand moved... slipped between them... her fingertips so easliy found her hood... slipped over her clit... rubbing... as he stroked... "That's right," Martha said quietly... closer now... "Grip his cock with your cunt... Mary..." she said softly... "Fuck him..." she whispered in her ear now... "Fuck him..." Mary's fingers pressing... small circles... gentle... firm... hard... pressure... rolling her clit... feeling him inside her... her womanhood taking him deep with each stroke... "Mary..." she whispered... "I want you to remember..." she whispered... "tonight..." she paused as he stroked into her... "when your husband hugs you goodnight..." she whispered... "that you were just here..." she whispered softly, "in this room..." she paused, Mary's hips rising to meet him... the boy stroking into her again... deeply... "on this bed..." she whispered... "being unfaithful to him..." Mary's clit throbbing under her touch... the boy stroking faster now... his head up... his eyes closed... "cheating on him..." her clit on fire... his cock pulsing... "letting this boy..." she whispered... "your student, Mary..." she said softly... "cum inside you..." she whispered... "inside his teacher's vagina..." she said softly... "teaching him..." Mary's climax exploded... and so did he... she felt him throb... pulse... and then... she felt it... as he stroked again... her fingers grinding her clit now... so sensitive... her cunt muscles quivering as she felt the warm, young cum erupt inside her womb... inside her cunt... something only her husband... since they... oh my god... he pulsed... cumming deep into her... "So nice..." Martha whispered... as another wave hit her again... her hips grinding him... holding him inside now... her clit mashing into his pubic hair as he held still... shaking lightly... cock throbbing inside her... waves overtaking her... so good... so good... as she... a married woman... came on his cock... squeezing him with her motherly vagina... milking him with her mature cunt as he pulsed again... one last, warm rope washing into her... her cunt spasming around his teen cock as she came again... oh my god... and again... oh my god... ----- He had lain on top of her for what seemed like an hour... both of them breathing hard... recovering... her hand lightly stroking the back of his head as he rested it on her shoulder... her arms around him... his face in the pillow... neither of them saying a word.... calming... slowly... the next 20 minutes a blur as she cleaned... and changed... back into her Navy suit... the one she had been wearing... the last time her husband had seen her... nervous tension rising again... but... somehow she managed to deflect those thoughts... not now... she thought... She talked quietly for a moment with Martha... sitting in the suite area... Martha could see that she was ok... but her thoughts were elsewhere... she knew... it would take her a few days to absorb what had happened today... to come to terms with it... the reality of it... she talked soothingly to her as Mary finally stood to leave... Martha's arm around her back gently... holding her as they walked to the door... "When is our next session?" Martha asked gently as the walked slowly... "I mean... just you and I..." she smiled at Mary... Mary blushing... a little grin forming... she was going to be ok... Martha thought. "Next Thursday, right?" she reminded her. Mary nodded. "I will have it for you then..." she whispered, not wanting Johnny to hear in the next room. Mary paused, confused... have it for me? she thought... what? and then... following Martha's eyes as she gestured with her head... she saw it... sitting on the desk in the suite area where they stood... next to Martha's over-sized hand bag she had brought with her... oh my god... I forgot... oh my god... she blushed... seeing it... the small, high-definition video camera... she had forgotten all about that... oh... my... god... "For those late nights... downstairs... all alone... while your husband sleeps upstairs... while he is at work..." Martha whispered... smiling... teasing... "I will burn you a DVD this week... ok?" she whispered... oh my god...