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If you send me a message from Storiesonline.net it will send an email notice to my email. The anonymous message feature on Storiesonline.net protects your email address and my email address. I hope you enjoy the story. ** George: "You just got to help me, doc! Please!" begged the man sitting in the recliner in the "shrink's" office. George Davis, forty-five year-old software executive was sitting in the recliner of Dr Jill Herndon -(TM)s family psychiatry office. George had been referred to Dr Jill, as she was known, by his wife. They had been getting into a lot of arguments lately about home life. Dr Jill Herndon was part owner of the family psychiatry firm of Herndon, Swan and Rossi. The female doctors helped families with marital conflicts, depression and anxiety, teen and pre-teen sexual behavioral problems, infertility, and LGBTQ issues. "Calm down, Mr Davis," cautioned the family psychiatrist, "just start from the beginning. When did you first suspect your wife..." "Lillian," interjected George. -How old is your wife and son? - -She -(TM)s thirty and damn good looking and Tommy, he -(TM)s twelve. - "When did you suspect things were happening between your son and his mother?" George took a deep breath and began recounting the tale. Dr Jill typed everything he said on her tablet. "Last summer," stated George. "I think when our son, Tommy, started puberty. I first noticed the change in his voice and his body odor." "Okay, continue." "Lillian and Tommy went to visit her mother and sister, Tommy's grandmother and aunt, in June for summer vacation." "You didn't join them?" "I couldn't, work and all that. Things are just busy in the office these days. Long hours and sometimes working weekends." -Do you spend a lot of time with your wife and son when you -(TM)re not working? - -Not really, I mean, work is central to my life, it puts bread on the table and roof over their head. Besides, with the younger generation of software engineers coming up, I have to keep up to date with everything. - "Okay, when did they return?" "They came home in mid-August about a week or so before school started." "So what was unusual about their return home?" "Well, at first they held hands as we went out shopping. Didn't think anything of it at first. Thought maybe Tommy was clingy or something. I would see them in the kitchen giggling like they had a private joke between them. I would come into the kitchen to see what was so funny and they would be quiet. It was weird but it was almost like..." Jill lowered her head and looked at George, her eyes peeking out from above her glasses frames. "Go on, Mr Davis." George began again. "So now Tommy is getting the royal treatment everyday, even after school started. She's there for him in the morning before school, makes his lunch, sees him off as he leaves for the bus. Even at the dinner table she sits closer to him than me." "But you said something was weird?" George cleared his throat. "Well, several of times I went into work late and as I make my way out the door and Tommy is leaving for school, they kiss each other, like not on the cheek, but on the lips and not a like a peck on the lips, like a ten second kiss on the lips. It's almost like they are boyfriend and girlfriend and that bothers me." "So you feel uncomfortable around the two of them?" "No, well, yes, doc. I ain't kidding. Watching them kind of freaks me out. They sit really close to each other on the couch as we -(TM)re watching TV, hell, she -(TM)s even taken and interest in his online gaming, which is set up in the basement and on top of that they stare at each other with like, 'googlie eyes'". "Googlie eyes? Mr Davis?" "Yeah, you know, like Tommy has a crush on his mom or Lillian has a crush on Tommy. It's unnatural that's all." "Hmm, okay, Mr Davis," Dr Jill responded with a sigh. "I think you just had a bit of unfounded male jealously since they returned from the summer vacation. It's a mental complex that we psychiatrists diagnose all the time between a father and his son..." "Unfounded?" George said as he sat up in the recliner. "I'll tell you about unfounded, doc! About two weeks after school had started, Lillian gets out of bed and leaves our bedroom in her nightie!" "And you assumed that she'd snuck off to Tommy's room?" "Well, yeah, why not? She thought I was sound asleep, but I saw her leave. Where could she have gone?" The psychiatrist tilted her head in sympathy. "Perhaps to the bathroom, Mr Davis?" "Nope. Our room has its own master bathroom." "Perhaps she was hungry, Mr Davis? Have you considered that she might have gotten a mid-night snack?" Mr Davis suddenly looked thoughtful. "Hmm, well, I suppose, hadn -(TM)t thought of that." "And even if she had gone to his bedroom to check up on him, there was no reason for you to have assumed that she was doing anything other than 'mothering' him, was there, Mr Davis?" George sat up a little in the recliner. "Yeah, I suppose so. It's just that I love her so much and at times I get jealous of another male looking or talking to her, even my own son sometimes." The doctor took off her glasses. "I see. Well, I think we we've made some progress for your first visit today, Mr Davis. Not only do you admit that you were having what we call paranoid delusions, but you understand now that your jealousy and worries about your wife and son were unfounded." "Yeah, I guess so doc. She did come back to bed like ten minutes later." "I am very proud of you Mr Davis. Most overly jealous husbands and fathers take much longer than the first session with me to get to the truth of their feelings. But you must understand that thinking your wife and son might have been doing something more than showing mother son affection is ridiculous." -Sorry, doc, I know. It -(TM)s just that I -(TM)ve been working long hours and I think it wears me down. - Dr Jill stood up and went to her desk. "And you're right, doc, - George said as he sat on the edge of the recliner. -I guess I just let my natural male jealousy get the better of me. She was probably just getting a snack like you said. Lillian's been putting on a little extra weight recently. I can't believe I didn't think of that before. You must think I am a horrible person, doc." Dr Jill sat down at her desk and pulled out a pad and pen. "I don't think you are a horrible person, Mr Davis. I think that you love your wife and son very much and that you are overly possessive of her and a little more jealous now that your son has started puberty. Add to that a highly active imagination and you get false delusions. But that's okay." Dr Jill scribbled on the pad. -Here is a prescription for a medicine that will calm your anxiety and thoughts. Take one pill in the morning and one in the evening. Let -(TM)s set a follow-up appointment for next Wednesday to see how you are doing. Okay? - -Sure doc. - George stood up and took the paper looking at it. -You really think this will help? - Dr Jill smiled. -It has with other fathers in your situation. Oh, and make sure Lillian and Tommy come to the appointment next week. - -What about school? - -Make sure your appointment is after school hours. See you next week, Mr Davis. - ** Next Wednesday afternoon. George was sitting in Dr Jill -(TM)s office and in the waiting area Lillian and Tommy were sitting next to each other holding hands. Other mothers and kids were waiting for their appointments with Dr Swan or Dr Rossi. -How is the medicine working, Mr Davis? - -It -(TM)s good doc, like it suppresses my feelings and jealousy, I am more calmer, but... - -But, what Mr Davis? - Dr Jill was typing away on the tablet. Her legs were crossed and she was wearing a short skirt and a tight white blouse. Her blonde hair was in a bun on top of her head. As George drove away last week his thoughts turned to the doctor and how gorgeous she looked, he got a hardon just thinking about her. He idlely wondered if Dr Jill was really a blonde. Dr Jill Herndon was forty and she considered herself in her prime years of sexuality. She loved working with boys and girls. They were always so vigorous and willing to try new things. -I still get suspicious and, well, other things have also happened since last week that made me think she and Tommy are..." "Tell me about those other things." George cleared his throat and sat up straight in the recliner. "It was Saturday, I was called into work as usual. Lillian and Tommy were washing her car in the driveway. It was a hot day, unusual for early September" "Yes it was hot." Dr Jill let her thoughts briefly return to last Saturday afternoon on a home visit. The father of one of her patients called her for a home visit for his pre-teen daughter with sexual behavioral problems. A couple of months ago, on the advice of Dr Jill, the girls mother had purchased a ten inch strap-on for her daughter. Since then the girl had gotten pretty proficient at using it. The father sat in his recliner in the living room watching football as his daughter used her strap-on to fuck her mother and Dr Jill with wild abandon in the same living room. The anti-psychotic medicine always worked wonders. "Well, when I got home later, my neighbor, Bill, asked me if there was a party going on in my backyard. I said no and asked him why he thought that. He said that there was a lot of laughing and squealing, and hoots and hollers. He also noticed a lot of water being sprayed up in the air he said." "And what do you think your wife and son were doing, Mr Davis?" "I don't fucking know! But it's fucking suspicious, damn it!" "Really, Mr Davis. You do have an overactive imagination! Do you think that they might have just been playing a game? Laughing and having innocent fun, the way all mothers have with their sons?" George looked defeated. "I guess so. I don't know what I was thinking when Bill told me that. What the hell was I so paranoid about?" "Exactly Mr Davis. There is no reason to be paranoid. Were there other times in the last week that made you feel suspicious, Mr Davis?" -Well, yes, later Saturday evening I walked into the master bedroom and Tommy came walking out of the bathroom, buck naked. - -Buck naked? - -Yeah, no clothes, like he had just got out of the shower. - -And? - -Well, he pushed past me and went out the door. I turned to follow him to ask him what the hell he doing taking a shower in my bathroom. - -What did he say? - -Nothing. He went into his room and shut the door. - -So he ignored you? - -Yes. - -Did that make you feel jealous? - -No, but that wasn -(TM)t the strange part. - -Oh, what -(TM)s that? - George hesitated. -His cock. - -His what? - Dr Jill leaned forward in her chair. -His cock. - -What about his cock, Mr Davis. - -It was. - -Come now Mr Davis, I -(TM)m a doctor I -(TM)ve heard it all before. - -His cock was sticking straight up, hard, and was swinging back and forth as he walked by. - Dr Jill licked her lips. -Okay, what else? - -It was long, - George hesitated. -And thick. - -How long was it? - George took a breath. -At least ten inches, maybe a little longer and it was at least one and a half to two inches thick. - Dr Jill sat back and smiled. -A monster then. - -Yeah, you could say that. - -Were you jealous looking at your sons cock? - -That -(TM)s the strange part, I wasn -(TM)t jealous of his cock, but I was suspicious. - -What about your wife? - -Well, when I turned around there she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking into the mirror. She had her pink bathrobe on and her hair bound up in a towel. I just know they were doing something doc. - -Did you ask Lillian what she was doing? - -Yes, and she replied that she was sitting there the whole time. Said I must have not noticed her because my attention was focused on Tommy. - -And that made you suspicious? - -Yes, damn it. I swear I didn -(TM)t see her sitting on the bed when I walked in the room. - -Doesn -(TM)t mean she wasn -(TM)t sitting there does it? - George shrugged his shoulders. -I guess not. - -Was there anything else that made you suspicious? - "Well, yeah now that you ask. The next day, I was called into work again, on a fucking Sunday. As I walk out the door there is Lillian and Tommy cuddled up on the couch together, watching a Sci-Fi movie." "Were they acting strange?" "No, they both wished me a good day at work. As I drove away I wondered what they were doing on that couch once I left! Come on, doc! You have to understand my suspicions! For all I know they were kissing and fucking all day on that couch!" Dr Jill made an impatient clicking sound with her tongue and then said, "Come now, Mr Davis. You have to stop having wild imaginings at work that your wife and son are cheating on you. It's not only unbecoming for a husband and father, but insulting to the two people you love the most." "Yeah. I knew you would say something like that. So you think I worried about that for no reason as well, I assume?" "No, Mr Davis. I think that you have good reasons for worrying about losing your wife. I think that any man as suspicious as you has reason to worry that you might drive her out of your life. But we need to up the miligrams of your medicine to over come your suspicions. We need to suppress your suspicions about your wife and son having sex with each other. It is unnatural for you to think they are having sex with each other." George shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "I dunno doc, maybe I'm crazy, you know? Maybe I have trust issues! But I tell you one thing that I had a good reason for wondering about." "What was that?" "Monday evening after I got home I had to make my own dinner, because Lillian was busy in Tommy's room. Lillian told me that she and Tommy were doing yoga. I asked her why they couldn't do yoga in the living room and she just shook her head and told me not to disturb them. Then she went upstairs to Tommy -(TM)s room, shut the door and locked it." "Okay, so what did you do?" George's face grew flush with anger. -I made my fucking dinner and sat down to watch the news, damn it!" He put his hands to the sides of his head in desperation. "Then I started hearing the sounds!" "Sounds, Mr Davis?" "Yeah, sounds!" George sat back in the recliner. "I heard Lillian say, 'mmmm that feels good.' and then I flipped out and turned the TV down lower so I could listen better." "She could have been in an enjoyable yoga position, Mr Davis. Don't jump to conclusions," Dr Jill stated with authority. "Yeah, well, maybe, but a few minutes later I clearly hear her say, 'just get on top and I'll make you feel really good, Tommy!' I wasn't making THAT up, doc! Plus I heard Tommy moaning and saying things like, -~Damn, your tight mom! -(TM) and Lillian replying, -~Fuck, push harder! -(TM) I heard that distinctly." "There are many yoga moves you do with a partner, Mr Davis," Dr Jill told him. "I do yoga myself and some of those moves produce pleasure. - Especially when done with girls and boys, she thought. -The strain of a move could also cause moaning. You heard it that way, in a sexual manner, because of your suspicions." "My suspicions again?" George asked with a worried and confused look on his face. "Alright, I see your point, doc. Maybe I did jump to the wrong conclusion there, but what about when I heard Lillian say, 'Oh, yes, Tommy. Please just put it in me! -(TM) and Tommy replying, -~Hold still mom -(TM). You can't try and explain that one away!" Dr Jill sighed and tilted her head. "I'm afraid that you are hearing things like that because you have a mental illness, Mr Davis. Like I said, we need to increase the milligrams of your medicine" Dr Jill got up from her chair and walked to her desk. George momentarily thought he noticed the doctor not wearing panties as she stood up but shook his head to clear the crazy thoughts. She sat down in her desk chair and pulled out the prescription pad and scribble on it. George looked crestfallen. "Oh, no. Am I crazy?" Dr Jill tore the paper off the pad. -You have some mental health issues, Mr Davis. But with my care and guidance, you will eventually over come it. Now if you will wait outside and have your wife and son come in. - -Thanks doc, - George said as he took the paper from Dr Jill. -I -(TM)m sure your right. - George waited for 30 minutes as he flipped through the office magazines. He heard laughter, moans and squeals every now and then coming from Dr Jill -(TM)s office. The other families in the waiting room didn -(TM)t pay any attention to the noises so he didn -(TM)t either. Lillian came out of the office straightening her clothes and Tommy was zipping his pants up. Dr Jill stood in the doorway, her blouse was buttoned crooked with one button off. Dr Jill called her next patient. Lillian set next weeks appointment with the receptionist for George. She and Tommy held hands as they walked out the office with George trailing them. After a month of treatment, George was convinced that he was indeed imagining things. He ignored the sexual antics taking place all around him in the house. Each week Dr Jill would increase the dosage a little bit more until the desired effect of George not noticing anything took hold. Lillian and her son Tommy took full advantage of the situation at Dr Jill's office and at home. At the appointments, George would be sitting in the recliner recounting the past week as Dr Jill was bent over her desk, her skirt flipped up on her back with Tommy holding her hips as he fucked his cock into her anus and his mother kneeling behind him, her face between her sons ass cheeks kissing and licking his asshole. At home, Tommy fucked his mother in their marital bed, George pretended not to see anything. Lillian and Tommy would be in the missionary position humping away as George tried to get some sleep next to them. Sometimes Lillian would be on her hands and knees on the bed with Tommy behind her fucking his cock into her cunt as George came to bed. At times George would try and have sex with his wife when she and Tommy were fucking in the bed next to him but she would remove his hand and tell him she had a headache. George was confused by this, since he thought that she was naked and willing, but thought that he was only imagining her and his son fucking right in front of his eyes he would roll over and go to sleep. Some mornings as George was shaving, Lillian would be sitting on the toilet relieving herself and Tommy would be standing there with his cock in her mouth. When Tommy and his mother caroused together in the shower, George was convinced that he was hallucinating and so gave it very little thought. In time, Lillian and Tommy didn -(TM)t bother talking to him anymore. George went about his business of sleeping, eating and watching TV when he was home. His wife and son would fuck each other all around the house. In the basement as Tommy played his online games, Lillian would kneel between his legs teasing his cock with her mouth and tongue, trying to distract him from his team play. Dr Jill would make her house visits to see how the family was doing. With George watching TV, Dr Jill and Lillian would kneel on either side of Tommy -(TM)s cock for a double blowjob. Their nose and lips touching as they moved their mouths back and forth over his cock. Couple of time Dr Jill spent the night and her, Lillian and Tommy would sleep in the master bedroom with George sleeping on the couch. Lillian got a tattoo of Tommy's name with a heart in the place of the "o" above and to the left of her cunt, proclaiming her sons ownership of her most sacred reproductive system. About three months after starting therapy with Dr Jill, George moved his clothes and things out of the master bedroom and into his sons room. As Tommy stood there and watched, George moved Tommy's clothes and things into the master bedroom, neatly hung the boys clothes in the closet and folded Tommy's clothes in the dresser. The next day when he got home from work, Tommy was sitting in his recliner with Lillian kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. George stood there looking at his wife and son. Tommy sat there staring back at his father waiting for him to say something. George shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the couch. From then on George never sat in his recliner again. George didn't know what to make of these changes but he decided to trust Dr Jill's judgment because his wife and son needed their "space". He left her body to his sons every whim, while he was deprived of the right of love and affection from his wife. George still deeply loved his wife but his wife didn't love him back. Dr Jill convinced George that divorced wasn't an option as there was no domestic abuse and his wife and son seemed content in their daily lives. George accepted his situation, he provided for his family, paid the bills, and left his wife and son carry-on with their lives.