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 Kane's First Story - part 1 (fdom) This isn't copyrighted.  This is
fiction. The author reserves the right to refer to himself in the third
person.  And so on and so forth.

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   Cole didn't know what to expect when he seated himself on the plush
sofa, cup of coffee in hand.  The woman opposite him in a slightly less
comfortable looking chair was older by at least twenty years, but
attractive - slim with a pretty, tan face and blonde hair that fell past
her shoulders.  She sat with crossed legs and a placid smile.

   "Dr.  Piper?" he asked.

   "Call me Lynn.  I like to keep things informal."

   "Good to know." Cole shifted in his seat, staring at Lynn's legs.  He
had developed an attraction to more mature women in his late teens while
first exploring his sexuality.  Precocious as a child, he found himself
more comfortable with the mothers of friends than he did with girls his own
age.  Though he had never bedded one, the attraction stuck with him into
his thirties.

   Lynn ran a hand down her thigh.  "Can I ask you a question, Cole?"

   "I suppose that's what I'm here for."

   "What was your mother like when you were a child?"

   "Affectionate.  A bit too affectionate.  She had what you would call
boundary issues."

   "I don't believe in terms like that," Lynn reassured.  "What do you mean
when you say she was too affectionate?"

   "Well, for instance, when I was young, she cuddled with me naked, or
nearly so.  She would wear panties and I'd be in my underwear."

   "Would it be too much of a cliché if I asked you how that made you
feel?"

   "It didn't make me feel anything.  I remember her breasts on my back,
sweaty, how they peeled off."

   Lynn leaned forward and patted Cole's leg in reassurance.  He twitched
involuntarily, nervous.  Lynn's hand lingered.  "We don't have secrets in
here," she said, squeezing his knee.  "Do you know if she breast-fed you?"

   "She . . .  she came down with a cold and stopped when I was still an
infant."

   "Breast feeding is a very important part of the bonding between mother
and son." Lynn frowned with concern.  "Do you find yourself drawn to
women's breasts, especially their nipples?  Do you fantasize about
simulating breast feeding ever?"

   "Sometimes."

   "Tell me."

   "One of my fantasies is of lying in a woman's lap, with my head resting
in the crook of her elbow.  I'm sucking on her nipple, and masturbating
while she smiles down at me.  Sometimes, I image the woman masturbating
me."

   "Do you imagine older women or younger women?"

   "Older."

   "Tell me about your other fantasies.  It's important for me to
understand your relationship with your mother.  Most interesting to me are
the fantasies that concern older women."

   Cole spent the next forty-five minutes rehashing his fantasies and
sexual history.  Towards the end of the session, he began to open up about
his special attraction to older women.  He flirted playfully, which Lynn
seemed oblivious to.  Cole left feeling aroused and flustered, his balls
swollen and cum leaking from the head of his prick into his boxer shorts.

   That night, he lay in bed, unable to sleep.  It was warm, summer.  He
had kicked off his sheet.  Lynn was in his mind.  He began to stroke his
dick, imagining her on top of him, supported on her arms as he bucked his
hips into her.  But it wasn't her name that ran through his mind, rather
the word, "mommy." In his fantasy, the same word was running through his
mind, only he didn't dare say it.  Lynn seemed to know as she stared down
at him, an unspoken agreement between the two of them.  He imagined her
kissing him as he came.

   The following week, Lynn wore a shorter skirt suit.  "Tell me about your
week," she said.  Cole prattled on a bit about work and his general state
of unhappiness before Lynn cut him off.  "Did our last session, what we
talked about, did it affect you?"

   "How do you mean?"

   "I've noticed you haven't mentioned a girlfriend, but I assume you play
with yourself.  Did you imagine older women this week more than usual?"

   "Yes." How was he supposed to tell her that five nights out of seven she
had been in his fantasies, this pretty older woman with thin tanned legs
and small breasts who seemed warm and cold at once?

   "Whom did you think about?  Women you saw at work?" Lynn's mouth hung
open after she spoke.  She seemed to be a bit distracted, as though her
mind were elsewhere, though she was still the picture of composure.

   Cole threw caution to the wind.  "I thought about you."

   Lynn smiled.  "I thought you might." She rose from her chair and sat
beside him on the sofa.  Cole stared at her, aflame with lust and
confusion. "You can kiss me," she said.

   Cole leaned in to gently slide his tongue into Lynn's mouth.  She placed
her hand in his crotch.  "Tell me more about your mother," she said,
massaging his dick through his pants.  "Was she a forceful woman?"

   "No.  She was child-like, almost."

   "Are you warm?" Lynn asked, withdrawing her hand.  She stared down at
his pants, his tented crotch.  "You can touch yourself," she said.

   Cole unfastened his pants and slid them to the floor.  He began stroking
his dick.

   "Tell me how you feel about me, how you felt about me in your fantasies.
Did you imagine me beneath you or above you?"

   "Above.  Always above."

   "Was I smiling?"

   "No."

   Lynn slid onto the floor before can and inserted a finger into her
mouth. After sucking it for a moment as she watched him stroke his dick,
she withdrew it, letting a gob of saliva fall down onto its tip.  She slid
the finger under his ass, inside him and began to massage his prostate. 
Cole began to gasp, self conscious at first, then began bucking his hips
with her hand, fucking himself on her finger as he played with himself.

   "How do you feel?" Lynn asked.

   "Horny.  I want to cum.  Please, Lynn, can I?"

   Lynn smiled.  "I meant your emotions, Cole."

   "Helpless.  Safe.  Understood."

   "Stop touching yourself."

   Cole withdrew his hand.  Lynn rose from the floor and disrobed.  "Did
you like my finger in your asshole?" she asked.

   "Yes," Cole said, his cock twitching.  Lynn straddled his lap, her
breasts on level with his face.  She shoved a nipple forward.  Cole took it
in his mouth.

   "That's a good boy," Lynn said, cradling his head, her fingers running
through his hair.  Cole reached down and slid two fingers into Lynn and
began slowly sliding them in and out.  "Harder," she grunted.  Cole tried
as best he could to finger her from the odd angle as Lynn swayed over him,
her breast still in his mouth.  She began to gasp as he guided her closer
to orgasm.  "Baby," she began repeating in a quiet murmur.  She came
quickly.  Withdrawing, she slid onto the floor below Cole and took his dick
in her hand and began jerking him off slowly.  "Repeat after me," she said.
Cole nodded.  "You will only cum . . .when told."

   "I will only come when told."

   "How do you feel now?" she asked, slowly stroking him.

   "I want you."

   "Do you?  How bad?"

   "I'll do anything."

   Lynn shook her head.  "You mean you'll say anything."

   "Please, Lynn," he whined.

   "What do you feel when you look at me?"

   "Uncertainty."

   "Uncertainty about what?"

   "I don't know.  Just uncertainty."

   "You're going to have to do better than that," she said with a shake of
her head.

   "I want you to love me.  I want you to teach me.  I want you to punish
me.  I want you to reward me.  And I'm uncertain."

   "Yes?"

   "I'm uncertain you won't despise me for it.  I'm uncertain you'll let
me, that you want any of this.  I'm uncertain.  Just uncertain."

   Lynn smiled, mouth open.  "Cum for me Cole," she said, running her
tongue along her lips, and began whipping her fist up and down his dick.

   Cole's face contorted with pleasure.  "I'm gonna cum for you," he
gasped. "I'm gonna cum for you.  Coming, coming." He shot over his stomach.

   Lynn dressed herself as Cole withdrew tissues from the box by the sofa
to clean himself with.  He watched her forlornly as she resituated herself
in her chair.  She met his eyes where he sat on the sofa, cock limp, cum
soaked tissues in hand, he pants on the floor and his shirt unbuttoned. 
Lynn smiled.  "So, how is your depression these days?"

   ------ If anyone likes this, let me know.  I'll write more.  I'll
probably write more anyway, but encouragement is nice.