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Therapy for Body and Soul Ch. 01

By: freeman64



You get used to tackling a problem and suddenly another crops up and confounds the earlier one; that is what 47-year-old Bess was facing right then.

Alba, the 24-year-old daughter of Bess, was a loner by nature, hardly spoke to anyone, a bit gawky, spectacled, buried herself in books and thought she was unattractive. Mother daughter relationship was also not at its zenith, with whatever Bess saying ending up in an unexpected argument. 

As if this were not enough, Alba suffered a fracture in her foot and remained confined to the bed for the past two weeks with her foot in bandage. This left Alba even more depressed and mother-daughter relationship hit another low after an attempted pep talk went awry, with the daughter misinterpreting Bess' advice as nitpicking. After that sore episode, Alba seldom spoke to her mother.

With such a situation prevailing at home, Bess was waiting to meet a psychiatrist to seek advice as to how to handle the situation. He was a close friend and Bess felt she could easily confide in him. He called her in soon and after exchanging pleasantries she told him everything.

After a patient hearing he said: "As you say, Alba is an introvert and being bedridden has made her more depressed. In such cases, interaction with friends or with parents will help a lot, but since you and she have developed a rift in relationship and with your husband travelling mostly, the situation is tricky to handle. All I can advise is to try to make your daughter feel comfortable with you, and try to help her back on her feet as soon as possible. It would help greatly if she spoke to friends or had someone to confide in." 

"She doesn't have many friends. Er... there is one more thing; she feels I am more attractive and sees me as a rival, that is another angle which I thought I should tell you...er, maybe it is my imagination," Bess smiled nervously.

"No, no, Bess. Your thoughts are justified. That happens in many cases where sons see fathers as rivals and girls see moms as competition. More so in cases where the father or mother is more appreciated by people around them or are successful. The situation has to be handled carefully, wherein you try to be jaded in front of her and try not to dominate her. And avoid all types of suggestions, advice or patronizing behavior. I would also suggest that she be on her feet soon. It is not my area of concern but you should give her physiotherapy and that would be a great help," he finished.

"Her bandage was removed yesterday. I will call the physio," she said and talked for sometime, taking his advice on more issues.

Later, at home Bess called up a physiotherapist who said he would send someone soon. 

She gave food to Alba and tried to throw in a word or two in the still pool of silence and got a nod or 'ya' as reply from her daughter. Bess dressed a bit shabbily, put on spectacles, which she rarely needed, and tried not to be attractive or cheerful, in an attempt to make her daughter feel confident. Alba, with her nose buried in a book, appeared to hardly notice any of this. 

The daily routine for the past two weeks had gone something like this: Bess would take up breakfast, lunch and dinner for Alba; a maid would come and help Alba wash and change clothes. Any attempt at conversation was short and bitter. Alba's dad called her once in a while and they chatted, but not in Bess' presence. Alba and her dad hit it off well together as both were on the unattractive side and, maybe Bess felt, they didn't like her as she was a looker. 

Bess had a rather usual and justified doubt that her daughter could be a lesbian, but she had seen the addresses of the websites Alba browsed and later found they contained nude photos of gym-chiselled guys. At least she was interested in guys. Her intellectual attitude put off guys resulting in her going without dates and boyfriends for some time. She had rejected those boys who showed an interest in her. Bess thought it was time she helped her daughter rediscover her life, but how? That was the million dollar question.

The physiotherapist came next morning; a youthful guy maybe 25 or so, in boxers and T shirt. He flashed a smile and said he was Joe and asked who needed his help. Bess took her to Alba and, after introductions, thought it fit to leave them alone so that her daughter would feel comfortable talking to this guy about her problems.

Alba immediately took a liking to the young man and ran her eyes over his sexy physique, like those guys on the websites which were her daily diet. She had to compulsively gaze at the muscular nude men with huge lovely erections. Joe watched Alba look at his body unabashedly and smiled at her and she too beamed at him, not at all embarrassed at being caught.

She told him about the fracture and Joe ran his hand across her injured left leg and asked her to lift it slightly and checked it for sometime. He massaged her leg slowly and gently and Alba felt a tingle between the junction of her thighs. She was wearing a skirt which came up to her knees. 

"Does it pain when I massage," he asked.

"Nnn... no. " she stammered.

Joe lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder and her skirt slid down, revealing her white panties. She let the skirt be and they both exchanged smiles. He ran his hand up her thin thighs and asked if it pained there.

She said no, blushed and sighed loudly to let him know how much she pined for and loved his hands exploring her.

It had been a longtime since a man had been between her legs.

He asked her to rotate her heels slowly to the right and left twice. There was a little quiver of pain, she told him, and he asked her to stop. 

"Hmm ok. Since you were in bed for sometime, we have to take it slowly. First, we have to bring back strength and then mobility to your leg, is that clear?" he smiled.

He massaged her heel some more and asked her to rotate it gently and stop when it pained. All the while his hand was on her thighs and this made her wet between her abundant bush. She closed and opened her thighs to apply pressure on her hot mound and he noticed it and slid his hand higher up her thighs.

"Now push your heel against my hand," he said and pressed her heel with his palm. She tried to push but found it hard and gave up after a few attempts.

"Mmm you need to do this daily to strengthen your legs before you can walk," he said, his right hand still massaging her thighs. She noticed a bulge in his boxers and stared at it, wanting him to notice. He glanced at the door and looked back at her.

"She won't come in now," Alba said. 

He moved his hand steadily up her thighs and she spread them to let him find her bush inside her panties. He ran his exploring finger up and down her wet slit and discovered her hot and throbbing clitoris, making her gasp and let out a weak moan. 

As he continued fondling, she thought of her recent sexual encounter with a 26-year-old guy who made fun of her, saying she had thin thighs and gawked like an owl when he penetrated her. That put her off men for some time and then came this injury which was the last nail in her insipid sexual coffin.

Joe withdrew his hand gently and sat near her face. Alba slid her hand inside the boxers and found his pulsating erection as he was not wearing any underwear. She ran her hand up and down the long and thick meat, her mouth salivating at the prospect of fellatio. Joe got up, pulled down his boxer, removed his T shirt and again resumed his position near her face. She held the base of his manhood and kissed the hood and took it in her mouth till it disappeared. Heart beating at a fast pace and vaginal walls quivering, Alba took him in and out of her hungry mouth slowly at first and then faster. Watching patiently, Joe fondled her hair and was a picture of erotic manliness, as far as Alba was concerned. Not even in her wildest dreams had Alba expected such a stud to pleasure her neglected and unused body.

As Joe took his erection out of her mouth and proceeded to remove her dress, Alba was apprehensive he might find her tiny boobs horrid. Joe didn't seem to mind and massaged her small breasts and kissed them. Going down between her thighs and parting her vaginal lips, he began slurping her wet and quivering sex slot. He took care to hold her left leg down so as not to put pressure on it and continued eating her out, taking her to different peaks and plateaus of sensual pleasure.

When his mouth and her vagina were satisfied, Joe asked her to lie on her side with her left leg up and lay behind her and entered her eager hole. To Alba, it looked like he had performed in this position many times in the past, seeing the way he expertly slid his monster inside her at the same time taking care not to hurt her leg.

Her slippery passage took in his invading tool which penetrated her to the fullest before it slid out and in again in a repetitive action which soon brought him to his climax. He withdrew his rod at the last minute and shot his cream all over her ass. Alba had reached her elusive and explosive orgasm with the first few lusty lunges of the sturdy lance. Joe wiped his sauce off her with a tissue paper.

He kissed her and told her it was great and that he ended it soon to avoid stress on her leg. She stroked his spent manhood some more, kissed him and asked when he would visit her next and when she would be able to walk. Joe told her that her condition was not severe and with a few exercise she would be back on her feet in a few days. 

After Joe left, Alba slid a finger inside her soggy and used alley and re-ran in her mind the recent encounter. She wished he had stayed for another sex session and sighed realizing that would have aroused her mother's suspicion.

As Bess accompanied Joe to the door, she asked him about her daughter's progress and how much she had to pay for the therapy. He said Alba was fine and that his boss would send the bill after the treatment was over which would continue for two more days. Bess thanked him and bid him goodbye.

Later, Bess sat on the couch and watched TV and smiled to herself thinking what had happened between her daughter and Joe.

Though she felt ashamed, her concern for her daughter's welfare had prompted her to watch through the key hole. Bess' own sex life was not too exciting, dotted with intercourse only when her husband came home once in fifteen days. She had only wanted to see how Joe treated Alba, and when her daughter mouthed Joe, she was too aroused and compelled to watch. As she was bending down to see the action, she easily slid her hand into her skirt, parted her panties and fingered herself through the overgrown bush. Bess feared she might make some noise while indulging in this guilty pleasure and decided to continue masturbation in the bathroom. She went to the bathroom quietly, sat nude on the toilet and spread her thighs and slid three fingers of her left hand inside her gaping hungry opening. After all, she was getting aroused after a long time, thanks to the family tension, and she wanted to make the most of it. She found her vagina swollen, throbbing and wet like a sponge and slipped in another finger. Fondling her round and stiff boobs with her right hand, Bess soon orgasmed, which too was after a long time. She reminded herself she had to indulge in this self pleasure often while watching some sexy movies and, maybe, she should buy a dildo like many of her friends.

Later when Bess went to give Alba her dinner, she found her daughter a bit cheerful and actually smiled at her. That was some change Joe had brought in one session! 

Bess fell asleep, thinking of what was in store for the next two days when Joe would work his magic on her daughter.

(To be continued)

Therapy for Body and Soul Ch. 02



Bess woke up to the early summer morning sounds of birds chirping outside on a tree and slowly it dawned on her that she had slept nude. Oh! dear, she blushed at the thought. That such little things like being in the buff would go a long way in jacking up her dormant erotic life hit her like a bolt from the blue.

On feeling a warmth between her thighs, the 47-year-old Bess ran her left hand over her bulging sex mound, which was covered in a thick bush, and going down she was surprised by the wetness of her vaginal gap.

A travelling husband who came home every 15 days, a 24-year-old depressed daughter with whom she could hardly communicate and other family problems had sidetracked her from sex for some time. To top these, her daughter Alba fractured her leg and was in bed for sometime. This actually proved to be a blessing in disguise _ it brought Joe, the physio, into their drab uneventful lives. 

Yesterday was Joe's first session with his daughter: and mmm... what a session that was!

Bess gently massaged her hot mound as she thought of how she watched through the keyhole her daughter and Joe indulging in carnal pleasures. Alba mouthing Joe's hard, long manhood and the physio spiking her daughter from behind as she lay on her side and shooting his sauce on her ass had made Bess finger her unused and starved pussy.

That was yesterday and now she let out a loud moan as she inserted four fingers of her left hand in her gaping gash ... 'mmmm'. What an awesome fucking feeling! All the while she watched herself in the big dressing mirror opposite the bed. A few minutes of finger-fucking herself brought her to a second orgasm in two days. Oh my god Bess! That was a record of sorts, she told herself.

She sighed as she inspected her stretched and satisfied pussy and admired her firm breasts, flat tummy and 5 ft 9 inches tall figure. Not bad at all. Whenever her friends confided in their group chat over tea, she noticed they referred to their sagging boobs and expanding figures, and realized she was better off than they were. Her friends had also mentioned how sexy Bess was compared to Alba. Tragically, that was a fact that further widened the rift between mother and daughter. Nothing much had transpired between them for some time now.

Bess got down from the bed and prepared to take a bath and begin the daily ritual of giving Alba her breakfast in bed. A maid would come and help Alba wash and change clothes. Amid this dull drudgery, the only bright spot was Joe who would come for therapy in the evening, with sexiness oozing out of every pore. 

Surprisingly today, Alba was cheerful and smiled at Bess who thought it was her daughter's encounter with Joe that had brought about the change. The maid who came in later also sensed Alba's cheerful attitude and told Bess about it. It was wonderful that just one session of sex could cheer up a person this much and, of course, Bess herself was experiencing elation just by pleasuring herself. 

Things were looking up for Alba, but how long would this last? She had to overcome her inferiority complex and introversion and make friends and get a life for herself. Bess realized that Joe could not be a permanent fixture in Alba's life. Though the hunky physio pleasured her daughter now, he would not be interested in the gawky girl for long. Another thought struck Bess: Joe must be a womanizer, the way he pleasured Alba within 10 minutes of meeting her. He must earn money on the side by offering sex service to women even as he did therapy, that was for sure. Whatever be the reality, as far as Bess was concerned she wanted Alba to lead a pepped-up life. 

It was another question that she, a mother, was allowing her daughter to have sex with a guy in her house and watching it, too. Was that morally right? God knew how may mothers and grandmothers eavesdropped to check if recently married couples were doing it regularly. Well, she cared two hoots for such questions right now, as the one thing on top of her mind was to put Alba on the road to recovery, mostly mental well-being. 

Joe came in the evening, dressed in his boxers and T-shirt, chirpy and smiling.

"Can I talk to you for a few minutes," Bess asked Joe.

"Yes, ma'am," Joe smiled respectfully even as his eyes traveled up and down Bess' lengthy skirt, stopping at crucial junctions.

They sat on the couch and Bess folded her hands on her lap and drew in a deep breath.

"I don't know why I am telling you this. Er... you have seen Alba... she is depressed and has no friends. A..a.. a.. and after yesterday, I find she is happier ... you know... maybe you brought about the change. Whenever I advise her, she feels upset and y...y... you know it has soured our relationship. I just want you to encourage her to be more outgoing and, you know, let her hair down..."

"Yeah ma'am, I understand. And I will do what I can," Joe said wondering where she knew what he was exactly 'doing' behind the locked bedroom door with her daughter.

"I know your friendship is brief... maybe till the therapy gets over... but you know... I... I think you can help her along..." she looked at him and said.

"You don't have to tell me more. In short, you want therapy for her mind too, right," Joe asked.

"You got it right, thanks, Yes that is it, yes," Bess was relieved Joe easily put in words what was in her mind. 

"Don't worry, ma'am," he said and went up to Alba's room.

Bess waited for a minute and heard the door shut. She wanted to go up and watch them through the keyhole as she had done yesterday but she felt guilty watching Joe and her daughter indulge in salacious acts. All said and done, Bess herself was sex starved and playing voyeur had jump-started her near-dead sex life. What the hell, she thought, what was wrong in watching. It was just like porn, live porn.

Bess tiptoed up the stairs and bent down and her heart raced as she placed her left eye on the keyhole. Joe was sitting at Alba's feet and massaging and talking to her. Alba was giggling and chatting, a sight that gladdened Bess no end. 

"You are such a nice person to hang out with. Why don't you invite friends over and have a nice time, watch a movie or something? That would kill the boredom," Joe told Alba.

"Aww... I don't have many friends, you know. They are not cool, like you. I...I..I mean, maybe guys want only sexy girls and I am not, you know, drop dead sexy," Alba said.

"You shouldn't be too choosy about friends. I think you feel inferior about your looks. You can easily get over it. Just flirt a bit and tease guys. It gets them all worked up. I know women who get over such complexes by being overly friendly. Just talk the way you talk to me."

"Ya, I will try," she said and Joe thought that was enough advise for one day. 

Joe examined her foot and asked her to push her heel against his hand to check her strength and massaged for a few minutes. He told her it would be two more days before she could walk confidently. As he did yesterday, Joe slid his hand up her short skirt and reached her bush and she blushed as he found she was not wearing panties. She smiled at him and pushed under the pillow her pink panties which she had removed just before he came in.

Alba spread her thighs invitingly and Joe buried his face between her thighs, parted her bush gently and ran his tongue up and down her pink slit, biting her small clitoris now and then. Alba closed her eyes and ran her tongue over her lips as Joe's talented tongue sent quivers of pleasure deep inside her, making her feel as if her vaginal walls were cracking deep inside the unknown depths.

Outside, Bess, who was not wearing panties, began inserting finger after finger inside her soggy passage till she shoved in four. 

Joe let Alba take his hard meat in her mouth by squatting near her face. After a few minutes of getting head, he got up and took out a condom from his kit and slipped it on his throbbing tool. Sitting between her thighs, he gently lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulder. Alba's slippery alley made way for his invading weapon which slid in swiftly deep down her pulsating depths. In and out, in and out, he heaved himself in and out of her, gently at first and faster as he worked up pace. Alba's inexperienced slot stretched and stretched till she thought it couldn't expand further. He was cleaving her, tearing her wide apart... oooh.. what a sensation... all her loneliness and insecurity... melting in the heat of lust... oh god!, she let out a soft moan, eyes closed. When she looked up he bent down and kissed her, not slowing down his pounding even for a moment. He let out a cry and ejaculated without putting pressure on her body and his lunging movement subsided to a sudden shuddering halt. 

Bess by now had reached her orgasm; vaginal juice dripping down her quivering thighs she went down the steps quietly. She smelled her fingers and savored her taste before washing them. Was she a slut, she asked herself. Well, who knew what other men and women did inside the secrets of their bedroom and bathroom? 

After 15 minutes, Joe came down and briefed her about Alba's condition.

"Ma'am, I have spoken to her about what you said and I am sure she will have a ball," he said and smiled.

Bess smiled at his use of the phrase and thanked him.

Half an hour later, Alba's friend Lucy was at the door to see her. 

"Hey. How are you? Alba wanted to see me..." Lucy said.

Lucy and Alba used to be friends and something had gone wrong between them and well...now she was here to see Alba. Bess let her in with a smile.

"Ya please go up, you know her room..." Bess said.

As Lucy went up Bess felt glad her daughter was inviting her friend's home. When she took up two glasses of lemonade for them, Lucy asked Bess to sit down and the mother was surprised when Alba too asked her to stay. Lucy and Alba were sitting on the bed side by side and Bess sat down on a chair. 

"Alba and I had a small misunderstanding. Er. she thought I spread a rumor about her and I had not. It was another friend. Alba thought I spoke ill of her when actually I was only present when another girl bad-mouthed her. Alba called me and I told her everything. you know how close i was to her. well, now all is fine..." Lucy said.

"Ya, and she has promised to come here often. And, thanks for the lemonade, mom," Alba smiled and said she was glad for them and a disbelieving Bess came down and sat on the couch. She called her psychiatrist and told him what ever had happened till then. 

"Yes, Looks like Alba wanted to do all these things... Like having sex with a hunk, making up with friends and being nice to you. But something stopped her, mostly her lack of self-confidence, and Joe gave her a boost and a push in the right direction. It's like something clogging a pipe. Remove the obstacle and, that is it. Well, she will be alright soon. Hey Bess, if Joe gives her confidence some more, she will be better," he summed up. Bess thanked him for his help and ended the call.

She heard laughter and giggling coming from Alba's room and she went to prepare dinner, thankful for everything. As time passed Bess began thinking Lucy might stay the night and ... maybe... no, she brushed aside the fleeting thought that her daughter was lesbian or bisexual. She loves guys so much, she assured herself. Setting her apprehensions at rest, Lucy came down soon and bid her goodbye. 

Alba was greatly relived that she had spit out what was bothering her for a long time. Her spontaneous outpouring of pent-up feelings was such that she almost told Lucy what she and Joe did. But thank god, she held herself back from revealing everything to that gossip. It would be all over town by morning and Joe was just a casual indulgence; she was mature enough to realize that. People like that brainless Lucy were unavoidable in life and added spice despite being a risk in case you confide in her. Handled carefully, she could be a great stress buster. Her talk with Joe had made her realize that she needed friends without conditions and that she should not judge them. That was what made her call Lucy. 

When her mom brought up dinner, Alba smiled and asked her to sit with her till she finished. A surprised Bess sat on a chair near the bed and they watched TV and chatted. When Alba finished dinner, Bess hesitatingly went near her and kissed Alba's forehead and the daughter held her mother's face and kissed her cheek. Bess went down the stairs on the verge of tears, elated that all was fine between the two.

As she sat down for dinner two of her friends called her and they exchanged notes on various daily happenings for sometime and later her husband rang up. Bess told him the change in Alba and he too told her that their daughter sounded positive and happy when he spoke to her. They talked for some time and Bess went to the bedroom and lay on the bed. 

Her talk with her friends had brought some latent thought to the fore from her subconscious. Yes, she got it: a dildo that one of her friends presented her saying she would need it as her husband traveled a lot. She had laughed and put it somewhere, and now she felt the urgent need for it, thanks to her recent arousal episodes. Even as she thought of the dildo, she began experiencing spasms deep inside her sex cavern. Where was the toy? Oh! she wanted it so badly, she thought and closed her eyes trying to remember where she put it. Somewhere where her husband wouldn't find it... under the clothes in the cupboard... no, no ... where? Up in the loft in the storeroom. Yes, with all those old magazines and books she wanted to read later. She went silently to the storeroom and got up on a stool and brought down the box. Yes, there it was wrapped in a cloth.

She washed it and lying in bed ran her hand up and down the long and thick toy. She removed her skirt, panties and bra. Circling her clitoris with her left hand she licked the 6-inch black dildo and sucked it till it glistened with her saliva. Spreading her thick thighs, she gently ran the tip of the toy up and down her vertical gaping opening and nudged it inside. Her hungry pussy swallowed the toy easily and she was soon using both hands to work it inside her in circular movements to reach all ignored erogenous areas. In the dim light, she could see herself in the mirror, thighs spread and hands holding the dildo in place as she raised her hips in rhythm with the moving dildo. She was a complete slut, she told herself. 

After a few minutes, she lay on her stomach and inserted the dildo from behind. Though doggy was her favorite position, she and her husband never did it after the early years of marriage. Boobs rubbing the bed, she held the toy in her left hand and slid it in and out of her soggy slimy passage. She imagined her husband riding her and then Joe ... ooh!... ooh! she bucked and bucked at the toy and soon her body rocked with a series of explosions. Vaginal walls quivered, ass clenched and her valley filled with sweet juice, drenching the dildo. After a minute she took out the toy, smelled it and sucked it clean of her sex syrup.

Spent, she lay quiet for a minute, calling herself a whore who watched her daughter with another guy, used a dildo, imagined sex with her husband and then with the guy who was with her daughter and sucked a dildo she used. Were all these normal? How many women did that? Maybe all her friends, she laughed at the naughty thought. She was surprised at how comfortable she had become recently with her kinky acts and thoughts. Massaging and squeezing her mound she felt sleepy and reminded herself to hide the dildo in the morning.

(To be continued)



Therapy for Body and Soul Ch. 03



Lying in bed next morning 47-year-old Bess was bright and happy as she thought of yesterday's happenings.. 

Alba, her 24-year-old daughter who fractured her foot, was making progress physically and mentally, thanks to the physio, Joe. More than that, her daughter was talking to her again after a rift in their relationship for quite some time. Joe had introduced sexual pleasure back into her daughter's life, and Bess herself was not far behind; she watched the two in hot action through the keyhole and masturbated. Well that was something unthinkable for her. Dormant erogenous zones were stirring to life in Bess, areas she never knew existed.

Dildo ... she had to hide the dildo before the nosy maid came, she reminded herself, and found the toy near her in the bed. Placing it in the bureau under her clothes, she smiled thinking of how she used it last night. Hmmm, there would be more such secret pleasurable experiences, she assured herself and smiled.

Fifteen minutes later, she took up breakfast to Alba and found her in a good mood. After exchanging a few words, she came down only to find the 50 -year-old maid at the door. She would help Alba clean herself and dress her up and fill in Bess on the neighborhood gossip. Thank god, she hid the dildo! Else the toy story would have filled the eager ears of the people in the area; as if no one else used it. Already, the maid was telling tales about mother-daughter cold war, and definitely the recent warmth between them would be a damper on the flapping mouths. 

Alba, an introvert, had begun mending fences with her friends, telling them about her fracture which had tied her to bed. Thanks to Lucy, Alba's friend who visited her yesterday, two guys and two girls came to visit and chat with her. When Bess took them sandwiches and lemonade, she found them exchanging gossip and laughing as they used to do a year earlier. One guy, on whom nature had bestowed gawkiness just like her daughter, showered more interest on Alba and appeared to be obviously in love with her. That was despite the fact that Alba had ignored him all these days. Well, he must really have fallen for Alba in a big way. Things were looking up and that was because of Joe's encouragement, Bess thought as she came down.

That evening, when Joe came to give therapy to Alba, Bess as usual took her position outside the door, watching them through the keyhole; her guilt that she was indulging in voyeurism had comfortably taken a backseat. She smirked at the thought that she was evolving into an erotically reborn woman as she saw Joe help Alba to her feet. Hugging her daughter from behind, Joe helped her walk around the room. A giggling Alba walked slowly as Joe rubbed his erection on her rear. After a few minutes of walking, he let Alba lie on the bed and they kissed. He repeated the walking exercise a few more times and then began their usual lascivious act.

Bess was almost impatient for them to start their salacious performance and had begun fingering her warm and eager pussy all the while. While on previous occasions Joe had played a dominant role, today it seemed that he wanted to lie back and let Alba take the lead in the erotic exploit. He pulled down his boxers and removed his T shirt and lay nude with his erection pointing up like a mast. As Alba went down on him, he asked her not to apply pressure on her injured foot.

Alba kneaded his manhood with his left hand, took it in fully and her right hand fondled his sacs. Joe watched Alba go at him like a hungry cat and ran his fingers through her loose hair. She then knelt over him, taking care not to put pressure on her foot, and took him inch by inch into her slippery pleasure passage. She rode him slowly as his hands grabbed her ass and rocked her further.

Outside, Bess furiously slid in four fingers into her gaping sex alley, squeezing juices out of her ripe vaginal fruit.

Alba picked up speed as Joe's tool slid in and out, and when she stopped to catch her breath, Joe held her ass and hoisted his pole into her twitching oozy slot. Kissing him all over his face, she reached a series of explosions and gently got up and began mouthing his rod which was now glistening with her juices. Alba squeezed his balls and sucked him so hard and vigorously that Joe cried out that he was coming and shot his sauce. Alba took the first spurt in her mouth and then pulled his quivering cock out and took the second load on her face and the subsequent bursts on her small breasts.

Outside the door, Bess' legs shook and her sex juices drenched her abundant pubic hair and dribbled down her thick thighs as she watched her daughter engage herself in something which reminded Bess of her early married days. 

After half an hour, Joe came down and briefed the mother about the daughter's recovery and left. Bess gave dinner to Alba and later settled down in a couch and watched TV for some time.

Bess felt aroused and pressed her thighs together to put pressure on her pussy, and a sudden thought hit her that she should shave her pubic area. During her younger days she used to shave whenever she felt aroused, which was often. Her husband loved her to be bald between her thighs, but that was some years back and sadly nowadays both of them never bothered about the appearance of her poor pussy. 

She got up and went to the bathroom and, armed with a razor and cream, she stripped and settled down in a chair in front of a mirror in the bedroom to shave herself. With her thighs spread, she cut the excessive growth with scissors, applied cream and then proceeded to remove hair with the razor. Soon she was admiring her smooth and hot and puffy sex region. 

Switching the light off, she went to bed with her dildo, sucked and inserted it into her newly prepared slot. After a few minutes of brisk in and out action, the dildo was drenched with her juices. It was then that a naughty and lecherous thought struck her... why not try anal? She and her husband had never indulged in that taboo pleasure. 

She applied a lubricant all over her rear entrance and slowly slid the toy inside her tight virgin ass. Aaah... she let out a moan as the dildo entered her unexplored orifice inch by inch. The anal titillation was new to her and took her to dizzy carnal heights. She was a slut, he told herself, as she plunged the dildo in and out of her second pleasure portal. Mmmm it was divine, she thought and circled her clitoris with her left hand while the toy cleaved her rose bud. She raised her hips to fuck her pet dildo, which was now assuming near human proportions for her...ooooh... she was close to the final explosion, she thought, and she lurched frenetically to grab that orgasm ... aaah there it was... she let out a moan as she exploded internally. Woooh! Was there such gratification in anal! She had never realized she could reach orgasm through simultaneous anal and clitoral stimulation; but there it was, her new-found delight. 

She closed her eyes and was soon asleep. 

Next morning Bess reminded herself that today was the final session Joe would have with Alba, and her husband would be back after a long trip. She would go out for dinner with her husband and Alba too, if she was could walk, and maybe plan a movie or something and a get-together with friends to enliven up things around the house. 

In the evening, when Joe arrived for therapy Bess did not go up to indulge in her voyeuristic viewing. Not that she was guilty, but she instead preferred to spend time in her new recreation of using the dildo in both her holes. She went to the bathroom with her toy, stripped, sat on the toilet seat and oiled her rear entrance and the dildo as well. Spreading her thighs, she slid in the toy in her tight asshole and circled her clitoris slowly and steadily. 

Mmm... she as becoming addicted to this lewd stimulation and was bent upon doing this whenever she got a chance, she assured herself, as she plunged the dildo in and and out. Oooh... she let out a cry and continued stroking till she quaked with multiple orgasms. Sweating and satisfied, she sat there for a few minutes savoring the sensation permeating her lower region.

She wiped herself with a towel, changed into a short blue skirt, skipped the panties and bra, came to the living room and made herself a lemonade and sipped it, as she waited for Joe. When he came down, he offered him a beer and he took it.

As he sat down closely by her, Bess sniffed the air gently to detect any lingering smell of sex emanating from Joe and wondered, at the same time, whether he could smell her recently used hole as she was not wearing panties. She could sense Joe eyeing her thighs and boobs and spread her thighs and began talking to him.

"You know how glad I am with how things are progressing. Alba is better now, in many ways, you know..." she explained.

"Yes ma'am," Joe said, sipping the beer.

"Well, the session ends today. I hope you will drop in from time to time to check on her... I mean personally... as an acquaintance," she said, looking at him nod his head.

"Yes. I will come when time permits... er... you know...," he said haltingly.

"Of course, I will make it worth the while," she finished the sentence for him.

"I do have other people to take care of, and time is money, in my profession," he smiled.

Bess nodded and gave him an envelope with some money and Joe took it.

"This is something extra for you. My way of saying thanks," Bess said as his hand touched hers while taking the envelope.

"Thanks. My boss will send the bill," he said and her hand fell on his thighs just below the boxers and she let it stay there.

He looked at her mouth and his eyes traveled down her sexy body, halting at her boobs and then finally at her thick thighs.

"Do you need a massage or something," he asked suggestively.

"Do you want to give one," she smiled at him, running her left hand through her hair.

"Yes, I would love to. You know, you have such a lovely body," he said and touched her thighs. 

She spread her thighs some more and his left hand snaked up higher till he found her hot mound. His finger easily slid in her slippery slot, encouraging him to add two more fingers. 

Her hand went in his boxers and clutched his throbbing rod and stroked it. They kissed as their hands continued fondling and caressing. She was kissing the same mouth her daughter had and stroking the same tool that had pleasured her.

Oh! she was a slut. But what the hell. What was morality? When no one knew what was happening, there was no morality. Nothing between the four walls... morality or an admonishing society. When there was no one to judge, there was no sin. Then you had to deal with what people called conscience. And that was fine. When she faced problems there was no one to offer help and she had to face her emotions herself and now when she was on firm ground, she was not going to let either morality or conscience play spoilsport. 

The kissing, fingering and stroking went on undeterred by her thoughts. She paused to catch her breath but her hand still gripped and squeezed his manhood. His fingers were deep inside her pulsating pussy and one finger circled her rear bud. Will her gaping opening give away the fact that she had just then dildo-fucked her ass? Oh, let him know, she thought.

She withdrew her hand from inside his boxers and gently pushed him back.

"Have another beer and wait. I have to give dinner to Alba," she smiled and he took out his fingers and smelled them.

"You smell yummy. I know what I want for dinner," he hissed and grinned.

Bess asked Joe to wait in the bedroom and put together dinner for Alba and took it up. Her daughter was watching TV and smiled at her as Bess set down the tray. They chatted till Alba finished dinner and Bess said goodnight and came down. 

When Bess went to the bedroom, she found Joe lying under a bed sheet. Bess sat next to him and slid her hand under the cover, grabbed his erect pole, squeezed and stroked it. She kissed him and he slipped his hand into her skirt and fondled her pussy. Bess thought he was behaving differently with her compared to her daughter; they were behaving like lovers, with all the kissing and fondling. 

Joe threw away the bed sheet and revealed his nude body, his erection standing proudly like a ripe corn. 

"Sit on my face," Joe whispered.

Bess blushed and squatted over his face and Joe reached up to kiss her pussy. That was something she had not done in recent memory, she thought as his tongue played on her open petals. 

"Do you like married women," she asked, relishing his talented tongue on her pink spread folds.

"I love used big pussies, love them wide opened ones and much torn delicious cunts," Joe mumbled as he tasted her rear opening too.

When his tongue rimmed his recently used hole, she squirmed, sighed and began pulling up her skirt and threw it away. Two ripe boobs hanged over Joe's face and he gratefully grabbed and massaged them. Now his tongue was dancing around her gaping vulva, teasing and taking her to erotic ecstasy. Bess turned around, bent down and took his manhood in her mouth, swallowing it up to the hilt and and biting the base. Prompted by her mouth covering him, Joe spread her pussy further with his fingers and ate her deeply and fervently. 

After a few more minutes of 69, Joe pushed her down playfully and squatted between her thighs. Bess hoisted her legs on to his shoulder and Joe inserted his assault weapon into the eager hungry opening. 

"Have you had many married women?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"10 married women of the 20 women I have had so far in the line of duty," he said, plunging into her depths in one full lunge.

Slow and steady pokes became mighty lusty stabs as Joe picked up steam, making Bess let out sensual cries of 'oh my god', 'oh my god'.

Slowing down his thrusts and letting his cock stroke her vaginal walls, he bent down and whispered: "You are a whore, a slut," and kissed her mouth before she could reply.

Yes, she was a complete whore, no doubt, and she loved that, she thought. 

Bess let out animal moans and guttural grunts and lost herself in the pleasure of the thick meat thrashing about inside her. Joe withdrew and fingered her twitching pussy and opened her rear hole and slid in a finger.

"Wanna take me in your ass," he asked.

"Mmm. why not? My husband loves to take me doggy in my ass," her lie caught her by surprise. There was some truth in it, wasn't there? Did it matter whether she was anally trained by her husband or a dildo? Her ass was not virgin and that was the point.

"Oh!, lovely, I am gonna open you wide now, baby," he said as Bess braced herself for the first man to explore her forbidden slot.

Joe bent down and licked her ass, mmm.. that was another first for her, her husband hardly licked her in that dirty entrance... oooh! How lovely Joe's tongue felt, she thought, watching him relish the dish. 

He aimed his penis at the entrance of her pulsating hole and gently slid in his organ which was coated with her pussy juices. She sighed, gasped and moaned as he went inside, like a snake looking for a comfortable corner. Feeling stretched and widely split, Bess circled her clitoris with her fingers as Joe, for his part, plunged in two fingers in her vagina.The combined effect brought on an orgasm that rocked Bess and made her scream in delight uninhibitedly. Joe rode her harder and harder, fondling her boobs and calling her an anal slut. Oh! she loved being called such sleazy names, she told herself as her sphincter muscles clasped his marauding monster.

Thank god she had used the dildo for two days and recently! That was what made it easy for her to take him in. Oooh! she bucked as he lunged in and devastated her orifice.

"I am coming baby," he moaned and grunted as his face convulsed and his belly muscles went in and out. She looked at his face for any indication of his impending explosion, and yes... he let go. The first sharp jet of hot semen hit her deep inside her ass and led her to another orgasm. She rocked her ass against him and he pounded her till his convulsions stopped. They kissed deeply and lay like that, sticky bodies smelling of sex.

As he lay by her side, she stroked his manhood and fingered herself. She loved herself playing the role of a shameless slut, open to everything that carnal pleasure had to offer. 

She fetched him a beer and prepared him for another round of sex. A combination of doggy and cowgirl brought both of them to their climaxes and after a respite she performed fellatio which led them to a slow and leisurely missionary position. She felt exhausted by the elongated sex play and dozed off.

When she woke up and checked her phone it was 4 a.m. Joe had left. She sighed and touched which ever part of her body that was throbbing from the sweet pain and pleasure she had experienced a few hours earlier.

Her husband would come in the morning and she wanted to unleash her sexually liberated self on him, maybe she should encourage him to do anal. Would he be surprised? Well, she could always explain that she was starved and needed him often. He would be glad to posses her sexy body, no doubt. She also had her dildo and when her husband was away she would invite Joe over. That sounded promising and, well, slutty. That was the new Bess.

She didn't know whether all sluts were happy, but she was. She was contended and at peace with herself ... at last! 

ENDS