Mother Takes It in the Ass & I Do, Too
Son catches his mother anally masturbating herself with her seven-inch dildo.
An attractive 45-year-old woman sat in the empty waiting room of the psychiatrist's office fidgeting with her purse and talking to herself.
"I never should have made this appointment. If I was crazy to have sex with my son, I was even crazier to come here," she said incoherently mumbling to herself.
She looked as if she needed a drink and/or a cigarette but she didn't drink or smoke. Having heard horror stories of psychiatrists prescribing dangerous anti-depressant d**gs and committing people who they thought were dangers to themselves and/or to the public, understandably tense, this was Liz's first time seeing a shrink. As if she wanted to leave, not knowing what to expect, what to say to the psychiatrist and how he'd react to all that she needed to tell him, she appeared nervous.
A blonde with big, blue eyes and very large breasts, she was a shapely albeit petite 105 pounds. At only 5'2" tall and 5'5" tall with her 3" heels, a complete albeit compact package, she was as sexy as she was short. Her round ass was just as curvaceous as were her big breasts. If only she was twenty years younger and 5 inches taller, with her shapely body, she could have been a Playboy Playmate.
Dr. Reed opened his door and with her his only patient, he focused his eyes on her.
"You must be Liz. Welcome. Please come in," said Dr. Reed extending his hand. If this went well, he was Liz's new psychiatrist.
Just as she was glad that he was the only one in the office and that she didn't have to deal with a receptionist, she was glad that he hadn't kept her waiting very long. She was already feeling awkwardly embarrassed having to seek out the help of a trained professional. With her not seeing his last patient leave, he obviously had one way in and another way out of his office. When she was done baring her soul to the good doctor, she was glad that she didn't have to walk through a waiting room of patients but could just leave by the side door that was obviously hidden in his office.
He was a distinguished looking man of about 65-years-old with grey hair at the temples. About 5'10" tall, he appeared to be a trim 165 pounds. He looked a little like who she imagined George Clooney's older brother would look like when wearing tortoise shelled glasses. A real gentleman, something she wasn't used to seeing in her everyday life, he held the door for her as she walked in his office. Albeit, in the way she felt with most men leering at her, sadly even with him, she could feel him undressing her with his eyes.
Something she never expected a psychiatrist doing, without her even looking up at him, she could feel him staring at her big tits and her shapely ass. A learned man who was also a medical doctor, she thought he'd be above all of that sexual nonsense. With her having a body similar to Coco Austin, Ice-T's wife, Nicky Minaj, or Kim Kardashian, she always received lots of admiring looks, uncomfortable leers, heated stares, and whistles from men. As if she was walking around naked, her pretty face, big tits, and round ass was an attention getting, sex magnet to men. Only, just because she dressed sexy and had the shapely body to match, she wasn't a whore. She was the single mother of a twenty-five-year-old son.
"Hi, Doctor Reed. I'm please to meet you," said Liz shaking his hand with trepidation.
If her weak, perspiring handshake was any indication, she was nervous. Feeling that he had the ability to read her mind by her body language, she feared that he would judge her. Instead of reading her mind and/or judging her, he gave her a warm and understanding smile. His comforting smile allayed her nervousness somewhat.
A comfortable place with both masculine and feminine touches, obviously to make his male and female patients feel more at ease, nonetheless his office looked like the office of a psychiatrist. With a large world globe in the corner, he had bookcases surrounding the room filled with professional books of psychology and psychiatry mixed with some fictional classics. A bust of Dr. Sigmund Freud took possession of a place of honor on his wall across from his desk. The d****s, rug, and pictures were more colorful and feminine than the masculine cherry wood that subdued the room. The chair in front of his desk was comfortably cushioned and the couch was a dark, red leather worn with deep wrinkles, no doubt, from having to listen to so many crazy stories while having to support so many patients.
"You may have a seat in the chair in front of my desk or you may lie on the couch if you'd prefer. Please sit wherever you feel more comfortable," he said remaining standing while watching her select her seat.
In the way of a David Steinberg comedy routine where he played a crazy psychiatrist, as if selecting her seat was a psychological test, Liz looked at him gazing at her. Not knowing which seat to choose, she nervously looked from the chair positioned in front of his desk before turning to look at the couch against the wall that ran perpendicular from his desk.
"Where should I sit, Doctor?" She shrugged while looking at the doctor as if he was a college professor using her seat selection to grade her final exam. "Does it matter where I sit?"
He gave her a calming smile while she laughed nervously.
"Does it matter where you sit?" As if talking to him, he looked to Freud's bust positioned on a shelf on the wall. "Does it matter where she sits?" He returned his focus to Liz. "I can assure you that it doesn't matter where you sit, Liz," he said.
She walked towards the couch.
"Ohhh," he said nodding his head as if there was some hidden significance in her choosing the couch.
She looked at him surprise when he reacted to her choosing the couch and instead walked toward the chair in front of his desk.
"Ahhh," he said raising his eyebrows above the lenses of his eyeglasses.
Liz didn't know where to sit now.
"I'm so confused," she said moving her fingers to her mouth. "I didn't know choosing a seat had such psychological significance."
Doctor Reed gave her another calming smile.
"I can assure you that it makes no difference where you sit, Liz. Pick any seat, any seat at all. Wherever you're most comfortable sitting is where you should sit," he said reassuring her.
She looked again from the chair to the couch.
"I'll sit on the couch then," she said looking at him indecisively as if ready to change her mind and sit on the chair in front of her desk. Sticking with her decision and with red her favorite color, she sat on the couch.
Waiting for her to be seated, the doctor sat in his chair when Liz made herself comfortable on his couch. He smiled at her and she turned her head to return his smile.
"Now how may I help you?"
He made eye contact with her bright, blue eyes with his soft, brown eyes. With the couch awkwardly positioned against the wall and with him sitting behind his desk, she had to turn her head completely around the armrest of the couch to make eye contact with him. Having seen psychiatrists on television before, she would have thought that he would have taken a seat closer to her, perhaps at the head or by the side of the couch so that she wouldn't have to turn her head so uncomfortably much.
"It all happened so fast, Doctor, that now it's just a blur that feels more like a nightmare or a bad dream," she said incoherently rambling between her tears. "Still upset, as if it had all been planned, I'm just so shocked how it all so suddenly happened. Only, I'd never plan having sex with my son. I'm not that kind of mother. I'm a good mother.
Already bored before she mentioned having sex with her son, with his curiosity piqued, he leaned forward and sat on the edge of his chair.
"There, there now," said Dr. Reed.
Liz wiped her tears from her eyes with her fingertips before speaking again.
"Sometimes I don't even believe that it really happened. Feeling guilty that it was all my fault, I blame myself. I'm so ashamed Doctor. I'm so very ashamed," she said turning to look at him again but this time with panic. "I don't know where to start, Doctor," said Liz. "Truly, I don't," she said bursting into tears.
Dr. Reed opened his portfolio to reveal his note pad and removing his pen from the slit in the leather that housed his writing implement, he had his pen at the ready to write what he obviously thought was important.
"It's always best to start from the beginning," he said.
Liz pulled a hanky from her purse to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I'm so embarrassed, Doctor, so very embarrassed," she said. Obviously by continuing to call him doctor, she had respectful admiration for him. "I'm mortified actually by all that happened, all that I've sexually done with my son, and all that he had sexually done with me but," she said turning to make eye contact with him again.
She paused.
"What is it? You can tell me. I'm not here to judge you. I'm here to help you," he said.
She let out a big sigh.
"Feeling so very guilty now, I'm embarrassed to tell you that during the whole time, I was sexually aroused at the same time," she said.
She looked up at the doctor to see what reaction he showed to her being embarrassed and sexually excited at the same time.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up by feeling guilty. Just as it's quite normal for a son to have sexual feelings for his mother, it's quite normal for a mother to have sexual feelings for her son," said Dr. Reed.
Liz dried her tears with her handkerchief.
"With my bedroom door wide open, what was I thinking? It was as if I wanted my son to catch me anally masturbating myself. Only, I didn't know he'd come home. I thought he was working," she said.
An experienced professional, he showed no reaction to anything she said. With Dr. Reed an older man by about twenty years, he gave his patient a warm, fatherly smile.
"Don't be embarrassed. Whatever you tell me in confidence stays in this room," he said. "Everything we say in this room is confidential and is protected by law."
Obviously needing his reassurance to begin, Liz turned her head from her comfortable position on the couch to look over at the doctor again. She was tempted to lie on the couch the other way so that she could face him but with the shortness of her skirt problematic, no doubt, she'd give him a continual and constant between her legs view of her bright, white, bikini panties. No doubt, just like all of the other men in her life, he'd more be staring at her panty clad pussy than he would at her beautiful, blue eyes.
"It's my son," said Liz. "Now that I had sex with him the one time, something that I totally regret doing, he expects to have sex with me every morning and every night. He won't take no for an answer, Doctor. He touches me through my clothes, he feels me through my nightgown, and he walks in when I'm taking a shower to fondle my naked body. He parades around me without wearing any clothes and he always has an erection. Sometimes I feel compelled to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him so that he'd go away and leave me alone," she said.
The doctor waited for Liz to continue and when she didn't he spoke.
"Your son is the issue," said Dr. Reed. "I see. What's his name?"
Liz turned to look at the doctor again.
"Travis. His name is Travis," she said.
Again when Liz showed reluctance to speak, in his obvious attempt to make her feel more comfortable, Dr. Reed prodded her with his next question.
"And how old is your son?"
The doctor scribbled the information on his pad.
"He's twenty-five. I was pregnant with him during my first year of college," she said. "I dropped out of school to marry his father and to care for him. I never returned to finish my education," she said with sadness. "Always wanting to return and finish college, there was never the extra money to do that, especially after my husband left me for another woman, a younger woman."
Doctor Reed nodded his head as his way of acknowledging to his patients that he was listening and that her heard them.
"I see," he said. "We'll talk about your husband leaving you for a younger woman later but for now, tell me more about your son. Obviously, he was that responsible for bringing you here."
Liz silently sobbed in her handkerchief.
"He, um, my son, um, he, um, God, I'm so embarrassed. He, um, caught me. He caught me masturbating myself," she said. "I've caught him masturbating plenty of times but this time was different."
As if he had heard this same scenario a hundred times before he nodded his head in the way that a Catholic priest would nod his head in a confessional after hearing the same sins over and again.
"Different? How so?"
Avoiding making eye contact with him, not even turning around to look at him, she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Because it was me masturbating. Most young men don't even know that they're mothers masturbate, but I do. I always have, especially after my husband left me for that whore. Only, my son was the first man to ever catch me masturbating," she said sobbing in her handkerchief.
The doctor scribbled his notes before speaking.
"Masturbation oneself is part of life. We all masturbate. You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about," he said. "Please continue. Tell me the details of how your son caught you masturbating."
His voluntary confession that he masturbated too seemed odd for a trained professional to admit in therapy. Normally psychiatrist didn't say anything, especially in the beginning. Normally psychiatrist just let patients talk. They just listened. She had just met the doctor and now not only did he know that she masturbated but also she knew that he masturbated too.
"Normally, I masturbate my clit with my finger or vibrator but lately, I've been anally masturbating myself with my dildo. With anal sex something I was always curious about and wanted to try, I could never imagine having anal sex with a man. I could never imagine a man sticking his hard cock inside of my ass. I just thought that if I tried anal sex on myself first, if it hurt, I could immediately stop. Only, although it hurt in the beginning, anal masturbation was something that I love doing," she said.
The doctor adjusted his tie, put a finger in his collar to loosen it, cleared his throat, and squirmed in his seat.
"I see," said Dr. Reed. "Tell me more about how your son caught you anally masturbating yourself."
Liz looked over the armrest of the couch to give the doctor an embarrassed look and a nervous smile before returning her focused stare to the handkerchief she held in her lap.
"One-day last week, I was horny. I was so very horny, hornier than usual. Not having a man in my life, I needed the sexual release. I needed to masturbate," she said pausing.
When she fell silent, the doctor prodded her.
"Why do you think you were so very horny, hornier than usual?"
She looked at him with shame.
"As if he wanted me to catch him masturbating himself, I caught my son masturbating himself again. He was wearing his headphones and had his eyes closed. Normally, as soon as I see that he was sexually pleasuring himself, I immediately close his bedroom door to give him the privacy he needs. Only, this time, I stayed in the doorway. I stared at his cock and I watched him cum," she said. "Seeing him cum made me so horny, Doctor."
Again Dr. Reed waited for Liz to finish speaking before he spoke again.
"Why do you think watching your son masturbating and seeing him ejaculate made you so very horny?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"It's been years since I had sex and my son has a big cock," she said with some sexual excitement. "When I saw his erection, I imagined stroking him. I imagined fucking him. I imagined sucking him and him cumming in my mouth in the way he ejaculated his cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand. Instead, after he shot his load, I closed his bedroom door and pretended watching him masturbating himself never happened," she said.
Dr. Reed busied himself scribbling his notes.
"I see," said Dr. Reed. "What happened next?"
As if she was reliving her nightmare, she closed her eyes and popped them open as soon as she started speaking.
"I was alone or at least I thought I was. My son moved out last year after graduating college and got a good job downtown. In case of anything, he still had a key," she said.
Obviously, her embarrassment made her reluctant to continue.
"Please continue," said Doctor Reed. "This is your time and we have so very little time together."
Liz took a big breath and let it slowly out before talking again.
"I never heard him open the front door. I never heard him walk up the stairs. I never heard him walk down the hall to my bedroom. In the way that I had stood in his bedroom doorway watching him masturbate himself, I didn't know my son was standing in my bedroom doorway watching me anally fuck myself," she said turning to look at the doctor. "I never heard him strip off his clothes. If only I had the forethought to close my bedroom door but I didn't know he'd be dropping by unexpectedly. He always called first," she said.
Dr. Reed scribbled more information.
"I see," he said. "Please continue."
Liz fell quiet for a moment as if she was thinking of all that happened.
"I was in my bedroom and on my bed with my door wide open," she said. "And my son—"
The doctor interrupted her.
"What were you wearing or were you naked?"
She looked at him as if she was suddenly having phone sex with the doctor.
"What was I wearing? Why do you need to know what I was wearing? Why do you need to know if I was naked?"
He smiled at her.
"It's important for me to know what you were wearing or not wearing in case there are any symbolic, sexual parallels about your clothes or lack thereof," he said.
At first she seemed more uncomfortable that he wanted to know so many details, too many details, especially what she was wearing or if she was naked when she was in her bedroom and on her bed anally masturbating herself. She obviously felt better by his explanation when she continued speaking.
"I see," she said pausing again as if trying to remember. "I was wearing my blue sundress. I love that sundress because it's so comfortable. It's short and low cut and it shows off my long cleavage and large breasts. I love wearing it to the market and flashing unsuspecting men my abundant breasts," said Liz. "It's fun sexually teasing men by showing them my big tits," she s*s with a sexy laugh.
The doctor squirmed in his chair again and crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
"When you said it's fun flashing unsuspecting men your abundant breasts, were your breasts out of your sundress and brassiere? Or do you not wear a brassiere with that particular sundress? Perhaps, you lean forward long and low enough until your large breasts pop out of your sundress? Is that something you enjoy doing, exposing your naked breasts to unsuspecting, strange men?"
Liz turned to eye the doctor again, this time with shocked suspicion.
"Certainly not. Oh, my God. I'd never expose my naked breasts to unsuspecting, strange men. How dare you say such a thing? The only part of my breasts visible were the tops of my breasts and my cleavage," she said. "And I always wear a brassiere. With me a D cup and bordering on a double D cup, I'm much too big on top not to wear a bra," she said.
She turned away from the doctor to stare down at her hands.
"I see," said the doctor. "My apologies. I misunderstood your flashing intentions," said Dr. Reed pausing to scribble his notes. "Now, if you don't mind, would you unbutton your blouse down to where your sundress would expose your cleavage?"
Liz turned to look at the doctor horrified.
"Pardon? Unbutton my blouse? You want me to unbutton my blouse to show you my cleavage? Why do you want to see my cleavage?"
While staring at one another, Liz and the doctor sat in silence for a long moment.
"I assure you that this is part of my professional therapy. Seeing what the men in the supermarket saw of you would help in my psychological diagnosis of you," he said sounding as plausible in his explanation as he sounded reasonable in his request.
Liz reluctantly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and flayed her blouse open to expose her long, line of cleavage.
"This is what I was showing and this is what they saw," she said. She turned to show the doctor her cleavage after staring down at her exposed cleavage to see how much she was showing and what the doctor could see of her.
Dr. Reed stared at Liz's big tits as if he had never seen tits before.
"I see," he said and certainly he did see quite a lot of Liz's big breasts. "Please continue."
Liz sighed an uncomfortable sigh and moved her hands to button her blouse.
"This is so embarrassing," she said turning away from the doctor.
The doctor craned his neck to look at his patient who was partially blocked by the armrest of the couch.
"Please don't button your blouse. Leave it as you had it," said Dr. Reed. "It helps me to know what men see when you are purposely showing them and sexually teasing them."
Liz flayed open the top of her blouse again.
"My son saw me on the bed with my sundress raised to my waist," she said.
The doctor busied himself writing before asking her his next question.
"I assume, being that you were pleasuring yourself anally, that you weren't wearing panties?"
Liz looked at the doctor shocked that he would ask such a question but for the sake of her therapy, she answered the question. Misconstruing his question before about her flashing her naked breasts, she understood why he needed to know if she was wearing panties or not.
"Yes, that's right. I wasn't wearing panties," she said feeling herself turning red.
The doctor scribbled his notes.
"And your son saw your naked ass and no doubt saw your exposed vaginal area too?"
Embarrassed by the thoughts that her son, Travis, saw her naked ass and her naked pussy, Liz put her head down and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, God. Yes," he saw everything. "He saw my hand impaling my ass with my dildo."
Writing faster now, the doctor asked his next question.
"When you say he saw everything, did your son see your naked breasts too?"
Liz didn't answer him for a long minute.
"Well, um, yes. I always remove my breasts from my bra and sundress when masturbating myself. With my nipples one of my erogenous zones, I enjoy feeling and fondling my naked breasts while fingering my naked nipples," said Liz. "Feeling my breasts while fingering my nipples gets me wet and in the mood to pleasure my clit with my vibrator and to fuck pussy and/or my ass with my dildo."
The doctor continued writing his notes.
"I see," he said pausing to lean forward in his chair. "I know this may sound unconventional to you, even bizarre, but if you don't mind, would you raise your skirt to your waist, remove your panties, and take your breasts out of your bra. I need to see what your son saw when seeing you positioned in that way on your bed. It's important for me to see that too," he said. "Unfortunately, I cannot give you my professional opinion without seeing what your son saw."
Liz looked at the doctor as if he was nuts.
"What? Oh, my God! Are you crazy? No, I can't do that. I can't expose my naked body to you, Doctor," she said. "Oh, my God. I don't even know you. I'd be so embarrassed. It's bad enough my son saw my naked body and now you want to see my naked body too? What is wrong with you? Shame on you. What kind of doctor are you? What kind of therapy is this? Sex therapy?"
The doctor rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.
"I can assure you that my request is above board and justified in finding the solution to your problem. I'm a doctor, a trained professional. I've seen the naked bodies of thousands of women and men. Nakedness is not the big deal to me that it obviously is to you. Furthermore, not only am I a psychiatrist but also I'm a medical doctor too. All psychiatrists are medical doctors. I can assure you that your naked body is nothing that I haven't already seen," he said.
Liz suddenly felt guilty that she had insulted her doctor again. Suddenly feeling as if she was at her gynecologist's office being examined, Liz reluctantly raised her skirt to her waist to expose her white, bikini, panty clad ass to the doctor. She had no idea that stripping herself naked would ever be part of her therapy. Then, reaching her hand up to her waist, she reluctantly removed her panties.
Now with her naked ass and pussy exposed to her psychiatrist, she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, flayed it wide open. She removed her big breasts from her bra and rested them on her empty bra cups that were positioned behind her breasts. In the way she had never showed her naked body to any man but for her ex-husband and, most recently, her son, her ass, her pussy, and her breasts were clearly visible to the eyes of her ther****t. In the way she felt embarrassed with her son catching her masturbating before, she felt embarrassed now with the doctor asking to see of her what her son saw of her.
"Doctor, I feel so exposed. I feel so vulnerable," she said. "I more feel like a stripper and a whore than a patient and a woman in need of professional, psychological help.
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, she positioned her right hand over her blonde, trimmed, pubic hair and her left forearm across her breasts.
"Don't be embarrassed Liz. You can trust me. I'm a doctor," said Dr. Reed. "I can assure that I receive no sexual gratification or satisfaction from seeing your naked ass, your naked breasts, and your naked pussy. Think of me as if I'm a forensic scientist, a criminologist, or a mortician, they. Your ass, tits, and pussy are all just innocuous body parts to me. Seeing you naked doesn't sexually affect me in the very least," he said reassuring her.
He knew just what to say to make her feel more comfortable and less embarrassed. Liz reluctantly removed her hand from her pussy and her forearm from her naked breasts. Now, in the way she showed her son her naked body, she showed her psychological ther****t her ass, her tits, and her pussy. Now suddenly free from her embarrassment and shame, albeit a premature belief, she truly believed that therapy was already working.
"Oh, God," she said turning on her side in the way she was when her son saw her. "This is the position that I was in when my son saw me on my bed."
With her naked ass positioned off the front edge of the couch, her exposed, naked breasts and exposed, naked pussy faced the back of the couch. Dr. Reed was unable to see Liz's breasts and the front portion of her pussy unless he stood and walked over to the couch. He could clearly see her naked ass and her blonde, trimmed pussy peeking from between the tops of her shapely thighs.
With his patient facing the other way and with Liz unable to see what he was doing behind his desk, unless she completely turned around, Dr. Reed unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. Stealthily and quietly, in the way her son had done in her bedroom previously, a sexual move that made her seek out a psychiatrist to begin with, Dr. Reed kicked off his shoes and removed his pants from his ankles. Then, wrapping his hand around his growing erection, he slowly stroked himself while staring at Liz's exposed, naked ass hanging off of his red, leather couch.
"Let me see if I have this correctly," said Dr. Reed. "There you are with your sundress up to your waist, your panties removed, your breasts out of your bra and sundress, and your son standing in your bedroom doorway. Tell me what happened next," said Doctor Reed.
While the doctor stroked his cock behind his desk, Liz suddenly felt horny being so nakedly exposed to her doctor. With her breasts and the front of her pussy hidden behind the armrest of the couch, she stealthily rubbed her clit with the fingers of one hand and fingered her nipples with the fingers of her other hand. She was suddenly sexually aroused that her psychiatrist was seeing her naked body in the way her son, Travis, had seen her naked body. An unprecedented event, two men, first her son, and now her psychiatrist saw her naked in one week. She'd now have enough masturbation material for years.
Knowing full well he'd never jeopardize his career and medical license for a cheap sexual thrill, she wished he'd touch her. One of her sexual fantasies she had was being fucked by a medical doctor. Even though he was much older than she was, with her so very horny, she'd allow him to have her wicked sexual way with her if he was horny too.
She wished he'd feel her where no doctor should touch and feel her patient. With her ass and breasts so exposed, she wished he'd feel her big tits, finger her erect nipples, and stick his cock in her ass. Nervous before about having anal sex but after her son, fucked her in the ass, she'd allow Dr. Reed to fuck her in the ass too. In the horny way she felt now, she'd suck his cock before fucking his cock. With him suddenly falling quiet, she wondered what he was doing. Seriously doubting that he would be doing such a deplorably degenerate thing, she wondered if he was masturbating himself in the way that she was masturbating herself.
"I don't know how long Travis was there watching me. I can only assume that he saw the entire masturbation show because just as I was about to have an orgasm, just as I was about to cum, he came up behind me. My son was there with me in my bedroom the whole entire time while I was masturbating myself," she said.
She fell quiet while waiting for the doctor to respond.
"I see," he said what he always said.
With her ass sticking out over the edge of the couch, she wondered if he was being figurative or literal in what he was seeing.
"I never saw him. I never heard him. With his naked cock positioned by my asshole and his hands feeling my naked breasts while fingering my erect nipples, my son fucked me in my ass," she said sobbing softly in her handkerchief. "I had anal sex with my son."
While Liz masturbated herself on the couch Dr. Reed masturbated himself in his chair.
"I see," said Doctor Reed.
While Liz secretly continued masturbating herself, he stroked himself faster and stroked himself harder while staring at Liz's shapely naked ass hanging off the couch.
"I was so surprised that he was standing over me. I was so embarrassed that he was leaning up against me and pushing his erection against my ass. I was so very sexually excited that when I felt his erect cock pushing against my ass, I turned and took his stiff prick in my hand before taking his erection in my mouth. Before I anally fucked my son, Doctor, I stroked my son and sucked my son. I blew him," she said. "I sucked my son. I allowed him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum."
With his erect cock now in plain sight, Doctor Reed pushed back his chair. If Liz turned to look at him now, she would have seen his naked prick. Only, she was too busy sexually pleasuring herself to notice what the good doctor was doing. She was too busy fingering her nipples, rubbing her clit, and finger fucking her cunt.
In the way that she was ready to cum when her son was standing behind her, she was ready to cum now. If only she knew that the doctor stood behind her with his erect cock poised behind in hand. Just as she didn't know her son was standing behind her naked, she didn't know her doctor was standing behind her naked from the waist down. Just as she didn't know her son was ready to anally fuck her, she didn't know that her ther****t was ready to anally fuck her too.
"Tell me everything and don't leave anything out," said the doctor turning his head to throw his voice to the other side of the room so that Liz wouldn't know that he was standing behind her.
The doctor watched her masturbate herself while he masturbated himself. She rubbed her clit faster, tugged her nipples harder, and fingered her cunt deeper.
"Suck my cock, Mom. Suck my cock," said my son. "I want to cum in your mouth. I need to cum in your mouth."
"My son had anal sex with me. With me unable to refuse, with me on the verge of having an orgasm and cumming, I was unable to stop him from sticking his erect prick in my ass and fucking me. With my ass already lubed from the dildo I was fucking myself with, my son fucked me in my ass. He slid his big cock right inside of me. Humping me harder, he humped me faster," she said now with sexual excitement instead of embarrassment and shame. My son anally fucked me, his mother. What would your precious Dr. Freud say about that?"
The doctor didn't bother taking any more notes. Instead, not wanting her to know yet that he was naked below the waist with his cock in hand, he said what he had been saying all along.
"I see," he said throwing his voice across the room again.
An understatement, he certainly did see. He saw everything of his patient. He saw her shapely ass. He saw her blonde, trimmed pussy. He saw her big, D cup breasts, her erect nipples, and her pink areolas.
"As if I was some twenty-dollar, drunken whore he picked up in a bar, I've never had such an unbelievable anal orgasm," said Liz rubbing her clit harder and pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. "Now, instead of feeling guilty that I had i****tuous, anal sex with my son, I'm feel sexually aroused. As matter of fact, I want to have anal sex with him again. I want my son to fuck me in my ass again, Doctor. If my son was here with me right now, I'd have him fuck me in my ass."
In the way her son, Travis, walked to her, Doctor Reed stood and walked to Liz.
"Show me what you did to your son before he stuck his cock in your ass," said Dr. Reed no longer bothering to turn his head and to throw his voice. "Show me."
Liz turned to Dr. Reed's voice. Surprised that he was standing beside the couch without pants, without underwear, and behind her with his naked cock sticking straight out, she sat up on the couch. With her big tits already out of her bra anyway, she removed her blouse and bra before standing to remove her skirt. Now naked she sat back down on the cold, leather couch. With her mouth level with the doctor's cock, she stared up at him with her big, beautiful, bright blue eyes.
"I reached out my hand and wrapped my red manicured fingers around his prick in the way that I'm doing now with your prick. Then, I stroked him before leaning forward to take him in my mouth to suck him," said Liz. "I blew my son. I sucked his cock."
She slowly stroked the doctor's prick in the way she had slowly stroked her son's hard prick before taking his cock in her mouth.
"Show me," said Doctor Reed. "Show me every, dirty, and nasty, i****tuous thing you did with your son on me. Use me so that I can diagnose your psychological condition and give you the proper therapy that you obviously so need."
Exactly how she did with her son, Liz stared up at the doctor while slowly stroking his cock.
"Therapy? What kind of therapy? Sexual therapy," she said with a dirty laugh.
He smiled while putting a gentle hand to the back of her head.
"Group therapy. We may have to do what we're doing now in a group," he said giving her a dirty smile. "Would you be agreeable to half a dozen men seeing you naked? Would you be agreeable to six men, strangers, having anal sex with you? Would you be agreeable to stroking and sucking one man while another man fucked you in your ass?"
Liz stroked the doctor faster before briefly taking his erect cock in her mouth to suck him. Then, ejecting his cock from her mouth with her tongue, she stood from the couch. She reached in her purse to remove a tube of gel. She opened the tube squirted some on her fingers and lubed her ass. Then, she threw herself over the armrest of the couch as if she was a blanket.
"Oh, Doctor. You've made me so horny. Yes, Doctor, yes, I'd be agreeable to stroking, sucking and anally fucking a half dozen men. Fuck me, Doctor. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me in my asshole but, if you don't mind, I need to call you Travis. I need to pretend that you're my son fucking my ass and not my doctor. I need to pretend my son's cock is fucking my asshole. I need to pretend that it's my son's prick inside of me and not your prick."
Dr. Reed took his position behind her.
"I don't mind at all...Mommy," he said.
Dr. Reed inserted his cock inside of Liz's ass. Fucking like a dog, he fucked her hard and he fucked her fast. Obviously remembering what Liz said about her nipples being one of her erogenous zones, he felt her big tits and fingered her erect nipples. He fucked her ass deep until she exploded in a loud orgasm and until he ejaculated a huge load of his cum in her ass.
Then, before she could enjoy the afterglow of sex to recover her energy, she stood, opened her purse and removed her tube of gel again. This time instead of lubing her own ass, she lubed Dr. Reed's ass. She removed her strap on dildo from her pocketbook that she brought with her to show the doctor the sexual aid that she used on her son. She buckled the strap on dildo around her waist before positioning the doctor over the arm of the couch. Then she anally fucked Dr. Reed in his ass in the way that he anally fucked her in her ass.
In the way that he anally fucked her, fucking him harder and fucking him faster, Liz anally fucked her psychiatrist in the way she anally fucked her son. Then, without warning Dr. Reed's office door burst opened and in walked a man, another patient perhaps. How embarrassing was that? Yet, in the way she allowed the doctor to fuck her in the ass, considering it as part of her group therapy, she'd willingly allow this strange man to fuck her in the ass too.
"What's the meaning of this? Walter? What are you doing here in my office? How did you get in here? Your session isn't until tomorrow," said the real Dr. Reed looking at Liz. "And who are you?"
Liz covered her nakedness with her forearm across her breasts and her hand covering her pussy.
"Who am I? I'm Liz. Dr. Reed's new patient," said Liz quickly pulling herself together and getting dressed. "Who are you?"
Dr. Reed shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm Dr. Reed and that man is an impostor. That man is Walter, my patient." The doctor turned to his patient. "Give me my glasses and portfolio and get out. The both of you get out."
The End
An attractive 45-year-old woman sat in the empty waiting room of the psychiatrist's office fidgeting with her purse and talking to herself.
"I never should have made this appointment. If I was crazy to have sex with my son, I was even crazier to come here," she said incoherently mumbling to herself.
She looked as if she needed a drink and/or a cigarette but she didn't drink or smoke. Having heard horror stories of psychiatrists prescribing dangerous anti-depressant d**gs and committing people who they thought were dangers to themselves and/or to the public, understandably tense, this was Liz's first time seeing a shrink. As if she wanted to leave, not knowing what to expect, what to say to the psychiatrist and how he'd react to all that she needed to tell him, she appeared nervous.
A blonde with big, blue eyes and very large breasts, she was a shapely albeit petite 105 pounds. At only 5'2" tall and 5'5" tall with her 3" heels, a complete albeit compact package, she was as sexy as she was short. Her round ass was just as curvaceous as were her big breasts. If only she was twenty years younger and 5 inches taller, with her shapely body, she could have been a Playboy Playmate.
Dr. Reed opened his door and with her his only patient, he focused his eyes on her.
"You must be Liz. Welcome. Please come in," said Dr. Reed extending his hand. If this went well, he was Liz's new psychiatrist.
Just as she was glad that he was the only one in the office and that she didn't have to deal with a receptionist, she was glad that he hadn't kept her waiting very long. She was already feeling awkwardly embarrassed having to seek out the help of a trained professional. With her not seeing his last patient leave, he obviously had one way in and another way out of his office. When she was done baring her soul to the good doctor, she was glad that she didn't have to walk through a waiting room of patients but could just leave by the side door that was obviously hidden in his office.
He was a distinguished looking man of about 65-years-old with grey hair at the temples. About 5'10" tall, he appeared to be a trim 165 pounds. He looked a little like who she imagined George Clooney's older brother would look like when wearing tortoise shelled glasses. A real gentleman, something she wasn't used to seeing in her everyday life, he held the door for her as she walked in his office. Albeit, in the way she felt with most men leering at her, sadly even with him, she could feel him undressing her with his eyes.
Something she never expected a psychiatrist doing, without her even looking up at him, she could feel him staring at her big tits and her shapely ass. A learned man who was also a medical doctor, she thought he'd be above all of that sexual nonsense. With her having a body similar to Coco Austin, Ice-T's wife, Nicky Minaj, or Kim Kardashian, she always received lots of admiring looks, uncomfortable leers, heated stares, and whistles from men. As if she was walking around naked, her pretty face, big tits, and round ass was an attention getting, sex magnet to men. Only, just because she dressed sexy and had the shapely body to match, she wasn't a whore. She was the single mother of a twenty-five-year-old son.
"Hi, Doctor Reed. I'm please to meet you," said Liz shaking his hand with trepidation.
If her weak, perspiring handshake was any indication, she was nervous. Feeling that he had the ability to read her mind by her body language, she feared that he would judge her. Instead of reading her mind and/or judging her, he gave her a warm and understanding smile. His comforting smile allayed her nervousness somewhat.
A comfortable place with both masculine and feminine touches, obviously to make his male and female patients feel more at ease, nonetheless his office looked like the office of a psychiatrist. With a large world globe in the corner, he had bookcases surrounding the room filled with professional books of psychology and psychiatry mixed with some fictional classics. A bust of Dr. Sigmund Freud took possession of a place of honor on his wall across from his desk. The d****s, rug, and pictures were more colorful and feminine than the masculine cherry wood that subdued the room. The chair in front of his desk was comfortably cushioned and the couch was a dark, red leather worn with deep wrinkles, no doubt, from having to listen to so many crazy stories while having to support so many patients.
"You may have a seat in the chair in front of my desk or you may lie on the couch if you'd prefer. Please sit wherever you feel more comfortable," he said remaining standing while watching her select her seat.
In the way of a David Steinberg comedy routine where he played a crazy psychiatrist, as if selecting her seat was a psychological test, Liz looked at him gazing at her. Not knowing which seat to choose, she nervously looked from the chair positioned in front of his desk before turning to look at the couch against the wall that ran perpendicular from his desk.
"Where should I sit, Doctor?" She shrugged while looking at the doctor as if he was a college professor using her seat selection to grade her final exam. "Does it matter where I sit?"
He gave her a calming smile while she laughed nervously.
"Does it matter where you sit?" As if talking to him, he looked to Freud's bust positioned on a shelf on the wall. "Does it matter where she sits?" He returned his focus to Liz. "I can assure you that it doesn't matter where you sit, Liz," he said.
She walked towards the couch.
"Ohhh," he said nodding his head as if there was some hidden significance in her choosing the couch.
She looked at him surprise when he reacted to her choosing the couch and instead walked toward the chair in front of his desk.
"Ahhh," he said raising his eyebrows above the lenses of his eyeglasses.
Liz didn't know where to sit now.
"I'm so confused," she said moving her fingers to her mouth. "I didn't know choosing a seat had such psychological significance."
Doctor Reed gave her another calming smile.
"I can assure you that it makes no difference where you sit, Liz. Pick any seat, any seat at all. Wherever you're most comfortable sitting is where you should sit," he said reassuring her.
She looked again from the chair to the couch.
"I'll sit on the couch then," she said looking at him indecisively as if ready to change her mind and sit on the chair in front of her desk. Sticking with her decision and with red her favorite color, she sat on the couch.
Waiting for her to be seated, the doctor sat in his chair when Liz made herself comfortable on his couch. He smiled at her and she turned her head to return his smile.
"Now how may I help you?"
He made eye contact with her bright, blue eyes with his soft, brown eyes. With the couch awkwardly positioned against the wall and with him sitting behind his desk, she had to turn her head completely around the armrest of the couch to make eye contact with him. Having seen psychiatrists on television before, she would have thought that he would have taken a seat closer to her, perhaps at the head or by the side of the couch so that she wouldn't have to turn her head so uncomfortably much.
"It all happened so fast, Doctor, that now it's just a blur that feels more like a nightmare or a bad dream," she said incoherently rambling between her tears. "Still upset, as if it had all been planned, I'm just so shocked how it all so suddenly happened. Only, I'd never plan having sex with my son. I'm not that kind of mother. I'm a good mother.
Already bored before she mentioned having sex with her son, with his curiosity piqued, he leaned forward and sat on the edge of his chair.
"There, there now," said Dr. Reed.
Liz wiped her tears from her eyes with her fingertips before speaking again.
"Sometimes I don't even believe that it really happened. Feeling guilty that it was all my fault, I blame myself. I'm so ashamed Doctor. I'm so very ashamed," she said turning to look at him again but this time with panic. "I don't know where to start, Doctor," said Liz. "Truly, I don't," she said bursting into tears.
Dr. Reed opened his portfolio to reveal his note pad and removing his pen from the slit in the leather that housed his writing implement, he had his pen at the ready to write what he obviously thought was important.
"It's always best to start from the beginning," he said.
Liz pulled a hanky from her purse to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I'm so embarrassed, Doctor, so very embarrassed," she said. Obviously by continuing to call him doctor, she had respectful admiration for him. "I'm mortified actually by all that happened, all that I've sexually done with my son, and all that he had sexually done with me but," she said turning to make eye contact with him again.
She paused.
"What is it? You can tell me. I'm not here to judge you. I'm here to help you," he said.
She let out a big sigh.
"Feeling so very guilty now, I'm embarrassed to tell you that during the whole time, I was sexually aroused at the same time," she said.
She looked up at the doctor to see what reaction he showed to her being embarrassed and sexually excited at the same time.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up by feeling guilty. Just as it's quite normal for a son to have sexual feelings for his mother, it's quite normal for a mother to have sexual feelings for her son," said Dr. Reed.
Liz dried her tears with her handkerchief.
"With my bedroom door wide open, what was I thinking? It was as if I wanted my son to catch me anally masturbating myself. Only, I didn't know he'd come home. I thought he was working," she said.
An experienced professional, he showed no reaction to anything she said. With Dr. Reed an older man by about twenty years, he gave his patient a warm, fatherly smile.
"Don't be embarrassed. Whatever you tell me in confidence stays in this room," he said. "Everything we say in this room is confidential and is protected by law."
Obviously needing his reassurance to begin, Liz turned her head from her comfortable position on the couch to look over at the doctor again. She was tempted to lie on the couch the other way so that she could face him but with the shortness of her skirt problematic, no doubt, she'd give him a continual and constant between her legs view of her bright, white, bikini panties. No doubt, just like all of the other men in her life, he'd more be staring at her panty clad pussy than he would at her beautiful, blue eyes.
"It's my son," said Liz. "Now that I had sex with him the one time, something that I totally regret doing, he expects to have sex with me every morning and every night. He won't take no for an answer, Doctor. He touches me through my clothes, he feels me through my nightgown, and he walks in when I'm taking a shower to fondle my naked body. He parades around me without wearing any clothes and he always has an erection. Sometimes I feel compelled to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him so that he'd go away and leave me alone," she said.
The doctor waited for Liz to continue and when she didn't he spoke.
"Your son is the issue," said Dr. Reed. "I see. What's his name?"
Liz turned to look at the doctor again.
"Travis. His name is Travis," she said.
Again when Liz showed reluctance to speak, in his obvious attempt to make her feel more comfortable, Dr. Reed prodded her with his next question.
"And how old is your son?"
The doctor scribbled the information on his pad.
"He's twenty-five. I was pregnant with him during my first year of college," she said. "I dropped out of school to marry his father and to care for him. I never returned to finish my education," she said with sadness. "Always wanting to return and finish college, there was never the extra money to do that, especially after my husband left me for another woman, a younger woman."
Doctor Reed nodded his head as his way of acknowledging to his patients that he was listening and that her heard them.
"I see," he said. "We'll talk about your husband leaving you for a younger woman later but for now, tell me more about your son. Obviously, he was that responsible for bringing you here."
Liz silently sobbed in her handkerchief.
"He, um, my son, um, he, um, God, I'm so embarrassed. He, um, caught me. He caught me masturbating myself," she said. "I've caught him masturbating plenty of times but this time was different."
As if he had heard this same scenario a hundred times before he nodded his head in the way that a Catholic priest would nod his head in a confessional after hearing the same sins over and again.
"Different? How so?"
Avoiding making eye contact with him, not even turning around to look at him, she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Because it was me masturbating. Most young men don't even know that they're mothers masturbate, but I do. I always have, especially after my husband left me for that whore. Only, my son was the first man to ever catch me masturbating," she said sobbing in her handkerchief.
The doctor scribbled his notes before speaking.
"Masturbation oneself is part of life. We all masturbate. You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about," he said. "Please continue. Tell me the details of how your son caught you masturbating."
His voluntary confession that he masturbated too seemed odd for a trained professional to admit in therapy. Normally psychiatrist didn't say anything, especially in the beginning. Normally psychiatrist just let patients talk. They just listened. She had just met the doctor and now not only did he know that she masturbated but also she knew that he masturbated too.
"Normally, I masturbate my clit with my finger or vibrator but lately, I've been anally masturbating myself with my dildo. With anal sex something I was always curious about and wanted to try, I could never imagine having anal sex with a man. I could never imagine a man sticking his hard cock inside of my ass. I just thought that if I tried anal sex on myself first, if it hurt, I could immediately stop. Only, although it hurt in the beginning, anal masturbation was something that I love doing," she said.
The doctor adjusted his tie, put a finger in his collar to loosen it, cleared his throat, and squirmed in his seat.
"I see," said Dr. Reed. "Tell me more about how your son caught you anally masturbating yourself."
Liz looked over the armrest of the couch to give the doctor an embarrassed look and a nervous smile before returning her focused stare to the handkerchief she held in her lap.
"One-day last week, I was horny. I was so very horny, hornier than usual. Not having a man in my life, I needed the sexual release. I needed to masturbate," she said pausing.
When she fell silent, the doctor prodded her.
"Why do you think you were so very horny, hornier than usual?"
She looked at him with shame.
"As if he wanted me to catch him masturbating himself, I caught my son masturbating himself again. He was wearing his headphones and had his eyes closed. Normally, as soon as I see that he was sexually pleasuring himself, I immediately close his bedroom door to give him the privacy he needs. Only, this time, I stayed in the doorway. I stared at his cock and I watched him cum," she said. "Seeing him cum made me so horny, Doctor."
Again Dr. Reed waited for Liz to finish speaking before he spoke again.
"Why do you think watching your son masturbating and seeing him ejaculate made you so very horny?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"It's been years since I had sex and my son has a big cock," she said with some sexual excitement. "When I saw his erection, I imagined stroking him. I imagined fucking him. I imagined sucking him and him cumming in my mouth in the way he ejaculated his cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand. Instead, after he shot his load, I closed his bedroom door and pretended watching him masturbating himself never happened," she said.
Dr. Reed busied himself scribbling his notes.
"I see," said Dr. Reed. "What happened next?"
As if she was reliving her nightmare, she closed her eyes and popped them open as soon as she started speaking.
"I was alone or at least I thought I was. My son moved out last year after graduating college and got a good job downtown. In case of anything, he still had a key," she said.
Obviously, her embarrassment made her reluctant to continue.
"Please continue," said Doctor Reed. "This is your time and we have so very little time together."
Liz took a big breath and let it slowly out before talking again.
"I never heard him open the front door. I never heard him walk up the stairs. I never heard him walk down the hall to my bedroom. In the way that I had stood in his bedroom doorway watching him masturbate himself, I didn't know my son was standing in my bedroom doorway watching me anally fuck myself," she said turning to look at the doctor. "I never heard him strip off his clothes. If only I had the forethought to close my bedroom door but I didn't know he'd be dropping by unexpectedly. He always called first," she said.
Dr. Reed scribbled more information.
"I see," he said. "Please continue."
Liz fell quiet for a moment as if she was thinking of all that happened.
"I was in my bedroom and on my bed with my door wide open," she said. "And my son—"
The doctor interrupted her.
"What were you wearing or were you naked?"
She looked at him as if she was suddenly having phone sex with the doctor.
"What was I wearing? Why do you need to know what I was wearing? Why do you need to know if I was naked?"
He smiled at her.
"It's important for me to know what you were wearing or not wearing in case there are any symbolic, sexual parallels about your clothes or lack thereof," he said.
At first she seemed more uncomfortable that he wanted to know so many details, too many details, especially what she was wearing or if she was naked when she was in her bedroom and on her bed anally masturbating herself. She obviously felt better by his explanation when she continued speaking.
"I see," she said pausing again as if trying to remember. "I was wearing my blue sundress. I love that sundress because it's so comfortable. It's short and low cut and it shows off my long cleavage and large breasts. I love wearing it to the market and flashing unsuspecting men my abundant breasts," said Liz. "It's fun sexually teasing men by showing them my big tits," she s*s with a sexy laugh.
The doctor squirmed in his chair again and crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
"When you said it's fun flashing unsuspecting men your abundant breasts, were your breasts out of your sundress and brassiere? Or do you not wear a brassiere with that particular sundress? Perhaps, you lean forward long and low enough until your large breasts pop out of your sundress? Is that something you enjoy doing, exposing your naked breasts to unsuspecting, strange men?"
Liz turned to eye the doctor again, this time with shocked suspicion.
"Certainly not. Oh, my God. I'd never expose my naked breasts to unsuspecting, strange men. How dare you say such a thing? The only part of my breasts visible were the tops of my breasts and my cleavage," she said. "And I always wear a brassiere. With me a D cup and bordering on a double D cup, I'm much too big on top not to wear a bra," she said.
She turned away from the doctor to stare down at her hands.
"I see," said the doctor. "My apologies. I misunderstood your flashing intentions," said Dr. Reed pausing to scribble his notes. "Now, if you don't mind, would you unbutton your blouse down to where your sundress would expose your cleavage?"
Liz turned to look at the doctor horrified.
"Pardon? Unbutton my blouse? You want me to unbutton my blouse to show you my cleavage? Why do you want to see my cleavage?"
While staring at one another, Liz and the doctor sat in silence for a long moment.
"I assure you that this is part of my professional therapy. Seeing what the men in the supermarket saw of you would help in my psychological diagnosis of you," he said sounding as plausible in his explanation as he sounded reasonable in his request.
Liz reluctantly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and flayed her blouse open to expose her long, line of cleavage.
"This is what I was showing and this is what they saw," she said. She turned to show the doctor her cleavage after staring down at her exposed cleavage to see how much she was showing and what the doctor could see of her.
Dr. Reed stared at Liz's big tits as if he had never seen tits before.
"I see," he said and certainly he did see quite a lot of Liz's big breasts. "Please continue."
Liz sighed an uncomfortable sigh and moved her hands to button her blouse.
"This is so embarrassing," she said turning away from the doctor.
The doctor craned his neck to look at his patient who was partially blocked by the armrest of the couch.
"Please don't button your blouse. Leave it as you had it," said Dr. Reed. "It helps me to know what men see when you are purposely showing them and sexually teasing them."
Liz flayed open the top of her blouse again.
"My son saw me on the bed with my sundress raised to my waist," she said.
The doctor busied himself writing before asking her his next question.
"I assume, being that you were pleasuring yourself anally, that you weren't wearing panties?"
Liz looked at the doctor shocked that he would ask such a question but for the sake of her therapy, she answered the question. Misconstruing his question before about her flashing her naked breasts, she understood why he needed to know if she was wearing panties or not.
"Yes, that's right. I wasn't wearing panties," she said feeling herself turning red.
The doctor scribbled his notes.
"And your son saw your naked ass and no doubt saw your exposed vaginal area too?"
Embarrassed by the thoughts that her son, Travis, saw her naked ass and her naked pussy, Liz put her head down and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, God. Yes," he saw everything. "He saw my hand impaling my ass with my dildo."
Writing faster now, the doctor asked his next question.
"When you say he saw everything, did your son see your naked breasts too?"
Liz didn't answer him for a long minute.
"Well, um, yes. I always remove my breasts from my bra and sundress when masturbating myself. With my nipples one of my erogenous zones, I enjoy feeling and fondling my naked breasts while fingering my naked nipples," said Liz. "Feeling my breasts while fingering my nipples gets me wet and in the mood to pleasure my clit with my vibrator and to fuck pussy and/or my ass with my dildo."
The doctor continued writing his notes.
"I see," he said pausing to lean forward in his chair. "I know this may sound unconventional to you, even bizarre, but if you don't mind, would you raise your skirt to your waist, remove your panties, and take your breasts out of your bra. I need to see what your son saw when seeing you positioned in that way on your bed. It's important for me to see that too," he said. "Unfortunately, I cannot give you my professional opinion without seeing what your son saw."
Liz looked at the doctor as if he was nuts.
"What? Oh, my God! Are you crazy? No, I can't do that. I can't expose my naked body to you, Doctor," she said. "Oh, my God. I don't even know you. I'd be so embarrassed. It's bad enough my son saw my naked body and now you want to see my naked body too? What is wrong with you? Shame on you. What kind of doctor are you? What kind of therapy is this? Sex therapy?"
The doctor rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.
"I can assure you that my request is above board and justified in finding the solution to your problem. I'm a doctor, a trained professional. I've seen the naked bodies of thousands of women and men. Nakedness is not the big deal to me that it obviously is to you. Furthermore, not only am I a psychiatrist but also I'm a medical doctor too. All psychiatrists are medical doctors. I can assure you that your naked body is nothing that I haven't already seen," he said.
Liz suddenly felt guilty that she had insulted her doctor again. Suddenly feeling as if she was at her gynecologist's office being examined, Liz reluctantly raised her skirt to her waist to expose her white, bikini, panty clad ass to the doctor. She had no idea that stripping herself naked would ever be part of her therapy. Then, reaching her hand up to her waist, she reluctantly removed her panties.
Now with her naked ass and pussy exposed to her psychiatrist, she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, flayed it wide open. She removed her big breasts from her bra and rested them on her empty bra cups that were positioned behind her breasts. In the way she had never showed her naked body to any man but for her ex-husband and, most recently, her son, her ass, her pussy, and her breasts were clearly visible to the eyes of her ther****t. In the way she felt embarrassed with her son catching her masturbating before, she felt embarrassed now with the doctor asking to see of her what her son saw of her.
"Doctor, I feel so exposed. I feel so vulnerable," she said. "I more feel like a stripper and a whore than a patient and a woman in need of professional, psychological help.
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, she positioned her right hand over her blonde, trimmed, pubic hair and her left forearm across her breasts.
"Don't be embarrassed Liz. You can trust me. I'm a doctor," said Dr. Reed. "I can assure that I receive no sexual gratification or satisfaction from seeing your naked ass, your naked breasts, and your naked pussy. Think of me as if I'm a forensic scientist, a criminologist, or a mortician, they. Your ass, tits, and pussy are all just innocuous body parts to me. Seeing you naked doesn't sexually affect me in the very least," he said reassuring her.
He knew just what to say to make her feel more comfortable and less embarrassed. Liz reluctantly removed her hand from her pussy and her forearm from her naked breasts. Now, in the way she showed her son her naked body, she showed her psychological ther****t her ass, her tits, and her pussy. Now suddenly free from her embarrassment and shame, albeit a premature belief, she truly believed that therapy was already working.
"Oh, God," she said turning on her side in the way she was when her son saw her. "This is the position that I was in when my son saw me on my bed."
With her naked ass positioned off the front edge of the couch, her exposed, naked breasts and exposed, naked pussy faced the back of the couch. Dr. Reed was unable to see Liz's breasts and the front portion of her pussy unless he stood and walked over to the couch. He could clearly see her naked ass and her blonde, trimmed pussy peeking from between the tops of her shapely thighs.
With his patient facing the other way and with Liz unable to see what he was doing behind his desk, unless she completely turned around, Dr. Reed unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. Stealthily and quietly, in the way her son had done in her bedroom previously, a sexual move that made her seek out a psychiatrist to begin with, Dr. Reed kicked off his shoes and removed his pants from his ankles. Then, wrapping his hand around his growing erection, he slowly stroked himself while staring at Liz's exposed, naked ass hanging off of his red, leather couch.
"Let me see if I have this correctly," said Dr. Reed. "There you are with your sundress up to your waist, your panties removed, your breasts out of your bra and sundress, and your son standing in your bedroom doorway. Tell me what happened next," said Doctor Reed.
While the doctor stroked his cock behind his desk, Liz suddenly felt horny being so nakedly exposed to her doctor. With her breasts and the front of her pussy hidden behind the armrest of the couch, she stealthily rubbed her clit with the fingers of one hand and fingered her nipples with the fingers of her other hand. She was suddenly sexually aroused that her psychiatrist was seeing her naked body in the way her son, Travis, had seen her naked body. An unprecedented event, two men, first her son, and now her psychiatrist saw her naked in one week. She'd now have enough masturbation material for years.
Knowing full well he'd never jeopardize his career and medical license for a cheap sexual thrill, she wished he'd touch her. One of her sexual fantasies she had was being fucked by a medical doctor. Even though he was much older than she was, with her so very horny, she'd allow him to have her wicked sexual way with her if he was horny too.
She wished he'd feel her where no doctor should touch and feel her patient. With her ass and breasts so exposed, she wished he'd feel her big tits, finger her erect nipples, and stick his cock in her ass. Nervous before about having anal sex but after her son, fucked her in the ass, she'd allow Dr. Reed to fuck her in the ass too. In the horny way she felt now, she'd suck his cock before fucking his cock. With him suddenly falling quiet, she wondered what he was doing. Seriously doubting that he would be doing such a deplorably degenerate thing, she wondered if he was masturbating himself in the way that she was masturbating herself.
"I don't know how long Travis was there watching me. I can only assume that he saw the entire masturbation show because just as I was about to have an orgasm, just as I was about to cum, he came up behind me. My son was there with me in my bedroom the whole entire time while I was masturbating myself," she said.
She fell quiet while waiting for the doctor to respond.
"I see," he said what he always said.
With her ass sticking out over the edge of the couch, she wondered if he was being figurative or literal in what he was seeing.
"I never saw him. I never heard him. With his naked cock positioned by my asshole and his hands feeling my naked breasts while fingering my erect nipples, my son fucked me in my ass," she said sobbing softly in her handkerchief. "I had anal sex with my son."
While Liz masturbated herself on the couch Dr. Reed masturbated himself in his chair.
"I see," said Doctor Reed.
While Liz secretly continued masturbating herself, he stroked himself faster and stroked himself harder while staring at Liz's shapely naked ass hanging off the couch.
"I was so surprised that he was standing over me. I was so embarrassed that he was leaning up against me and pushing his erection against my ass. I was so very sexually excited that when I felt his erect cock pushing against my ass, I turned and took his stiff prick in my hand before taking his erection in my mouth. Before I anally fucked my son, Doctor, I stroked my son and sucked my son. I blew him," she said. "I sucked my son. I allowed him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum."
With his erect cock now in plain sight, Doctor Reed pushed back his chair. If Liz turned to look at him now, she would have seen his naked prick. Only, she was too busy sexually pleasuring herself to notice what the good doctor was doing. She was too busy fingering her nipples, rubbing her clit, and finger fucking her cunt.
In the way that she was ready to cum when her son was standing behind her, she was ready to cum now. If only she knew that the doctor stood behind her with his erect cock poised behind in hand. Just as she didn't know her son was standing behind her naked, she didn't know her doctor was standing behind her naked from the waist down. Just as she didn't know her son was ready to anally fuck her, she didn't know that her ther****t was ready to anally fuck her too.
"Tell me everything and don't leave anything out," said the doctor turning his head to throw his voice to the other side of the room so that Liz wouldn't know that he was standing behind her.
The doctor watched her masturbate herself while he masturbated himself. She rubbed her clit faster, tugged her nipples harder, and fingered her cunt deeper.
"Suck my cock, Mom. Suck my cock," said my son. "I want to cum in your mouth. I need to cum in your mouth."
"My son had anal sex with me. With me unable to refuse, with me on the verge of having an orgasm and cumming, I was unable to stop him from sticking his erect prick in my ass and fucking me. With my ass already lubed from the dildo I was fucking myself with, my son fucked me in my ass. He slid his big cock right inside of me. Humping me harder, he humped me faster," she said now with sexual excitement instead of embarrassment and shame. My son anally fucked me, his mother. What would your precious Dr. Freud say about that?"
The doctor didn't bother taking any more notes. Instead, not wanting her to know yet that he was naked below the waist with his cock in hand, he said what he had been saying all along.
"I see," he said throwing his voice across the room again.
An understatement, he certainly did see. He saw everything of his patient. He saw her shapely ass. He saw her blonde, trimmed pussy. He saw her big, D cup breasts, her erect nipples, and her pink areolas.
"As if I was some twenty-dollar, drunken whore he picked up in a bar, I've never had such an unbelievable anal orgasm," said Liz rubbing her clit harder and pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. "Now, instead of feeling guilty that I had i****tuous, anal sex with my son, I'm feel sexually aroused. As matter of fact, I want to have anal sex with him again. I want my son to fuck me in my ass again, Doctor. If my son was here with me right now, I'd have him fuck me in my ass."
In the way her son, Travis, walked to her, Doctor Reed stood and walked to Liz.
"Show me what you did to your son before he stuck his cock in your ass," said Dr. Reed no longer bothering to turn his head and to throw his voice. "Show me."
Liz turned to Dr. Reed's voice. Surprised that he was standing beside the couch without pants, without underwear, and behind her with his naked cock sticking straight out, she sat up on the couch. With her big tits already out of her bra anyway, she removed her blouse and bra before standing to remove her skirt. Now naked she sat back down on the cold, leather couch. With her mouth level with the doctor's cock, she stared up at him with her big, beautiful, bright blue eyes.
"I reached out my hand and wrapped my red manicured fingers around his prick in the way that I'm doing now with your prick. Then, I stroked him before leaning forward to take him in my mouth to suck him," said Liz. "I blew my son. I sucked his cock."
She slowly stroked the doctor's prick in the way she had slowly stroked her son's hard prick before taking his cock in her mouth.
"Show me," said Doctor Reed. "Show me every, dirty, and nasty, i****tuous thing you did with your son on me. Use me so that I can diagnose your psychological condition and give you the proper therapy that you obviously so need."
Exactly how she did with her son, Liz stared up at the doctor while slowly stroking his cock.
"Therapy? What kind of therapy? Sexual therapy," she said with a dirty laugh.
He smiled while putting a gentle hand to the back of her head.
"Group therapy. We may have to do what we're doing now in a group," he said giving her a dirty smile. "Would you be agreeable to half a dozen men seeing you naked? Would you be agreeable to six men, strangers, having anal sex with you? Would you be agreeable to stroking and sucking one man while another man fucked you in your ass?"
Liz stroked the doctor faster before briefly taking his erect cock in her mouth to suck him. Then, ejecting his cock from her mouth with her tongue, she stood from the couch. She reached in her purse to remove a tube of gel. She opened the tube squirted some on her fingers and lubed her ass. Then, she threw herself over the armrest of the couch as if she was a blanket.
"Oh, Doctor. You've made me so horny. Yes, Doctor, yes, I'd be agreeable to stroking, sucking and anally fucking a half dozen men. Fuck me, Doctor. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me in my asshole but, if you don't mind, I need to call you Travis. I need to pretend that you're my son fucking my ass and not my doctor. I need to pretend my son's cock is fucking my asshole. I need to pretend that it's my son's prick inside of me and not your prick."
Dr. Reed took his position behind her.
"I don't mind at all...Mommy," he said.
Dr. Reed inserted his cock inside of Liz's ass. Fucking like a dog, he fucked her hard and he fucked her fast. Obviously remembering what Liz said about her nipples being one of her erogenous zones, he felt her big tits and fingered her erect nipples. He fucked her ass deep until she exploded in a loud orgasm and until he ejaculated a huge load of his cum in her ass.
Then, before she could enjoy the afterglow of sex to recover her energy, she stood, opened her purse and removed her tube of gel again. This time instead of lubing her own ass, she lubed Dr. Reed's ass. She removed her strap on dildo from her pocketbook that she brought with her to show the doctor the sexual aid that she used on her son. She buckled the strap on dildo around her waist before positioning the doctor over the arm of the couch. Then she anally fucked Dr. Reed in his ass in the way that he anally fucked her in her ass.
In the way that he anally fucked her, fucking him harder and fucking him faster, Liz anally fucked her psychiatrist in the way she anally fucked her son. Then, without warning Dr. Reed's office door burst opened and in walked a man, another patient perhaps. How embarrassing was that? Yet, in the way she allowed the doctor to fuck her in the ass, considering it as part of her group therapy, she'd willingly allow this strange man to fuck her in the ass too.
"What's the meaning of this? Walter? What are you doing here in my office? How did you get in here? Your session isn't until tomorrow," said the real Dr. Reed looking at Liz. "And who are you?"
Liz covered her nakedness with her forearm across her breasts and her hand covering her pussy.
"Who am I? I'm Liz. Dr. Reed's new patient," said Liz quickly pulling herself together and getting dressed. "Who are you?"
Dr. Reed shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm Dr. Reed and that man is an impostor. That man is Walter, my patient." The doctor turned to his patient. "Give me my glasses and portfolio and get out. The both of you get out."
The End
9年前
