19 comments/ 273367 views/ 98 favorites Mother's Therapy By: Pilot4029 "Well, what's the verdict, Doctor?" Diane Maven sat on the black leather couch of Dr Carmen Monroe's office in Hampstead and fixed her eyes on the psychologist. Dr Monroe slid her glasses off her nose and looked at her client with a smile. "Well I think I can certainly help here, Diane." Diane gave a slight smile back. She had come to Dr Monroe as a last resort. She sincerely hoped she could help. Smoothing the black skirt of her business suit against her thigh she sat back in anticipation of Dr Monroe's findings. The problem was her son, Josh. For almost four years now the boy had struggled with depression. While many teenagers suffered from and dealt with the illness from time-to-time it had gripped Josh badly. His social life was non-existent, his grades had suffered badly. She had tried all kinds of therapy, but refused to expose her son to anti-depressants despite the advice of other doctors. Then she had received a call from the enigmatic Dr Monroe. Describing herself as a 'behavioural therapist' Dr Monroe told Diane that her case had been referred to her by a colleague. They had talked on the telephone and Dr Monroe had assured her that she could be of assistance. Diane was skeptical. She had run a successful PR business for ten years now and sunk hundreds of pounds into therapy for her son, mostly with little effect. Diane clung to the belief now that he would just 'grow out of it' so she wasn't about to be impressed by the woman opposite her. Carmen Monroe was around ten years older than Diane. She too had been a successful businesswoman, but for far different reasons. She had discovered an entirely new way of combating depression, especially in teenage boys. Josh was no different, she knew this from the introductory interview. It was time to see if Diane could be challenged. "Diane, it's clear that Josh has been suffering with his illness for quite some time, during the interview he mentioned something about secondary school. Was that where it all started?" Diane thought back. It was about the time he had changed schools that his regular dips into melancholy had begun. She had thought it was nervousness at starting in the new school and being around other kids from other schools, but he hadn't changed in years. He was now eighteen and she worried about him going to university. The mother found herself nodding towards Dr Monroe. The therapist nodded and smiled reassuringly once more, the look emphasised by her high cheek bones. "You see the thing is, Diane. With such long deep-rooted anxiety such as that Josh experiences, it usually has trigger, a focus that lies deep in his past." "You mean, like his sub-conscious?" "If you like, Diane, yes." Dr Monroe tapped her index finger on the pad in front of her. "Diane... what I have to say next isn't going to be easy to hear..." Diane coughed. This so-called therapist wasn't about to blame her for all Josh's problems? "During the session yesterday, Diane, Josh looked at your legs about thirty times over the course of the hour." The mother's face took on a look a shocked disbelief. Stuttering she asked Dr Monroe to explain herself. "During the session, I often study the body language of the patient. Yes, obviously Josh's head was down a lot of the time, but the most surprising thing was that his eyes flicked down to your legs on average once every two minutes." Diane thought back to what she had been wearing during the session. A charcoal grey business suit, complete with flesh coloured tights and her black two-inch pumps. Basically her work outfit. She then thought about Dr Monroe who had dressed in a white blouse with a knee-length red skirt. Was he looking at her too? Was he obsessed with his Mother? "What are you saying, Doctor? That Josh is suffering from some, I don't know, Oedipus complex, because I didn't come to you to have some half-baked Freudian nonsense-" Carmen held her hands up to try and defuse Diane's comments. "Look he looked at my legs too, we were both in skirts, remember, but the fact was he didn't differentiate between me and you, his thoughts - for all the monosyllabic answers he was giving about hating school and being bored with life - his thoughts were clearly somewhere else." Diane thought about this for a moment. Stared down at her lap, her legs, her fingers nervously intertwined. "So, what does this mean? He's a leg man? Should I start wearing trousers around the house?" "Quite the opposite." "What?" The doctor settled back into her leather chair and smiled at Diane. "You're his mother, you want to help him, don't you?" "Of course." "Then indulge him." "Excuse me?" "Young men develop sexually in all sorts of ways, however they can derive great pleasure from the unique ways that development takes place. Josh isn't joined to you at the hip, he hasn't got a 'Mummy's boy' condition, it's fair to say it that respect he is progressing as per other boys. However you might find that his behaviour can be improved by a little promise and reward." "How- how would I start?" Dr Monroe smiled she had Diane now warmed to her subject. "Take three basic chores spread out over the course of the week, let's say tidying his room, vacuuming the house and getting the weekly shopping. If he performs well he gets a good look at your legs. If he doesn't, well, you cover up. The point is, you have to take control and be in charge." Diane breathed out slowly. "Okay, I see..." "Diane, by modifying your behaviour you could change your Son's too. Do you want him to be happy?" "Of course... Of course I do. It just seems so... unusual!" "Trust me, Diane, it's a therapeutic technique I've seen time and again. Especially for behaviour modification in young men." "You've encouraged other mothers to do this?" "Obviously patient confidentiality doesn't allow me to tell you about any specific cases... but yes, I've had very, very positive results and seen happier mums and sons as a consequence. Trust me, Diane, once you begin to walk down this path, you won't be disappointed." Diane nodded at the doctor and then stood up. "I'm doing this for my son." The doctor stood up from her desk and walked around, extending her hand towards Diane. They shook. "Of course you are, Diane. Of course you are." In Josh Maven's mind the conversation between his mother and his therapist had gone rather differently. He imagined his mother laid back on the couch of the therapists office, hair undone, her legs spread wide, skirt bunched up around her waist. Her jacket was wide open as her fingers played with and pinched her own nipples through the black satin fabric of her bra. Below her knelt Dr Monroe, who was busy lapping at his mother's exposed and shaven pussy. Dr Monroe's nails clawed into the nylon fabric of her lover's stockings as her tongued worked back and forth over his mum's clit. He imagined her back arching under the assault of Dr Monroe's lips and tongue, she was begging to be made to cum and Dr Monroe kept her on the edge, grinning up at Diane from time to time until his mother reached down and with a tight grip on her hair forced the doctor to keep licking her until she began to cry out, the release so close, flowing through her body in pulsing triumph. The sound of the front door closing brought Josh back to reality. He pushed back his floppy black fringe out of his eyes. His other hand still gripped his engorged cock. His mum, the focus of his masturbatory session had been the one to snap him out of it. He felt a little ashamed that reality had come crashing in on his fantasy. Ashamed and annoyed. Stuffing his cock back into his jeans he zipped up the fly and wondered what news it would be this time. More exercise? A hobby perhaps? Bloody yoga? As unlikely a cure for depression as you were ever going to find that one. The teenager slowly loped towards his door and ventured downstairs to meet his mother. He was pleased to see her. He always enjoyed looking at her in her business attire. There was something, well, commanding about that look that lead Josh to admire her. As he walked into the kitchen he noticed that she had immediately gone over to the stool at the breakfast bar. His eyes drifted to her legs. Black tights today, he realised, her two inch work shoes with the square heel. She dropped her handbag on the counter and turned to face him. She looked a little nervous, Josh thought. "Well, Mum, do we talk now or do I have to go back to see Dr Monroe?" Diane motioned to Josh to sit on one of the stools and smiled. She popped herself on to the stool opposite and wiggled into position. "No, you don't have to go back, Son. Not for a short while anyway... She's just suggested that it's not just you who needs to change their behaviour, but I do too." Josh frowned but then nodded. "Okay..." "Yes, things are going to be a little different around here..." And with that, Diane slid her left leg over her right and crossed them. Josh couldn't fail to notice the swish of the nylon of his mum's legs. His eyes shot down and he stared at his Mum's extended leg in front of him. His eyes then returned to his Mum who he noticed was watching him. "D-different how?" "Well, Dr Monroe thinks you need what she calls 'positive reinforcement'. If you do something good, get a chore completed, perform well in school, you'll get a reward." "Like what?" "That, um, well, you'll know what it is when you see it." That sounded odd, he thought, but at least this was something different and besides he liked the idea of visiting Doctor Monroe again. The vision of Doctor Monroe's legs flashed into his mind. "Anyway you can go now," said Diane. Josh nodded and hopped off the stool. "Um, are you going to thank your Mother?" Josh nodded and stepped over to his Mother and hugged her. Ever so gently, Diane moved her leg against her son's crotch. He didn't notice, enjoying the sweet smell of his Mother's perfume. He then let her go. "So, um, what's my first chore then?" "The obvious one, dear - Your room!" Josh rolled his eyes back and then looked at his Mum. His eyes flashed down to her legs once more before nodding and turning back for his bedroom. Diane watched him go and then let out a deep sigh. It was true! He had definitely looked at her legs, that damned therapist was right! Part of Diane had wanted her to be wrong, to not have placed this responsibility on her shoulders, another part wanted her to help her Son in any way that she could. And then... then there was a tiny, little third part, the part that had been ignited when she had pressed her leg against her Son while they hugged and felt his erection through his jeans. The mother put her head into her hands. Was this really happening? She had been through so many different methods of trying to help her Son it barely seemed real. Diane stared down at her legs. She was 47! How could he possibly interested in her, with these old pins... And yet... yet he was clearly attracted to them, it... it could be possible. Over the next hour or so Diane kept herself busy downstairs as the sound of scraping and shuffling emanated from the floor above. While she tried to catch-up with some work email her eyes kept drifting upstairs. Could he be naked up there? She was losing focus once more. Draining the last from her coffee mug she decided to risk a peek. Creeping upstairs, Diane arrived at the closed door of Josh's bedroom. Carefully pressing her palms against the door and the wall she bent down and looked through the keyhole. What she saw surprised her in two ways. One was that Josh's room was actually beginning to look tidy. Clothes had been removed from the floor, empty mugs piled with the intention of being collected and - was he actually dusting?! But more than that, he was dusting naked. Diane could barely breathe as she watched him walk back and forth, his smooth body and cock standing out in front of him. He was erect! Her son was hard as he tidied up. The spying mother could hardly believe it, Dr Monroe had been right. Being naked genuinely made her boy happy. She watched his tight bum cheeks stretch as he wiped down his desk. She stared at him and the stirring within her she had felt before returned. Her heart began to pound and reluctantly she pulled away. Composing herself, Diane walked back towards her bedroom. Dr Monroe had been right, but what was the correct way to use the information? And more importantly what was she going to to 'reward' him? Another hour passed. Diane had spent most of the time sitting on the edge of her bed trying to figure out how or if this crazy therapists plan would work. Her son was clearly interested in her legs and loved being naked. And to see him happy... it was worth anything wasn't it? Yes. Yes it had to be worth it. That is why when an hour had passed and Diane heard her son dragging laundry and washing-up down from his room, she resolved herself to his reward. As it was a fairly warm evening and so Diane chose a cream sundress that fitted snugly against her body. It ended just above her knees and modestly showed the curves of her body. She decided against tights or stockings and instead decided to go bare-legged. Oh her feet she decided to wear a pair of tan sandals with a three-inch heel and cute little ankle strap. Checking herself in the mirror Diane was pleased with how she looked. Casual, but still showing enough leg to give Josh his reward. She hoped this would work. Diane decided to think bright and breezily, it wouldn't be right to let Josh see that she was worried about this. She decided to visit his room while he was downstairs. As she walked in she shielded her eyes from the glare from the window. The curtains were open! This was most unusual. The room was immaculate. Dust had been removed from his desk. All his dirty clothing had been moved to the bin. The bed was made. It was a miracle. Diane stood in the centre of the room with her hands on her hips, fascinated. "Mum?" Diane spun around on her heel and smiled sweetly at her son. Josh stood in the doorway in his t-shirt and shorts. He was looking Diane up and down, he returned the smile. "You did a nice job on the room, Josh. I like it, I like it a lot." Josh was continuing to look at his Mum's dress and legs. "Oh that's OK... I just, um, thought, I should..." Josh's voice trailed off. "Is everything, OK, Josh?" "Yes, I- Is that a new dress, Mum?" "Yes, what do you think?" Diane moved her shoulders from side-to-side. "It looks fantastic, really, I mean... Are- are those new shoes too?" Diane raised an eyebrow. Well that didn't take long. "Yes, do you like them too?" Josh nodded. "Good. I think I'll keep them on the rest of the evening." Diane walked over to her son, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for cleaning your room." As Diane brushed past her son and went to walk downstairs she grinned. Her Son was smiling and that was worth everything! The rest of the evening Josh followed her around like a puppy. Every room she went into, he had an excuse to be there. Diane knew he was staring at her legs, but she didn't mind, the smile never left Josh's face. They ended up in the living room, with Josh pretending to read a book at her feet. She noticed him staring at her legs four, maybe five times. It was midnight when Diane awoke in her bed and heard the heavy, fast breathing of her son, slapping his cock hard in his bedroom. Diane felt her fingers drift down her body to her pussy. Guiltily the mother began to masturbate to the sound of her son doing the same. * * * Carmen Monroe set the phone to speaker and stood up. It was late on Tuesday evening, two days since her conversation with Diane. The therapist was dressed in a close fitting red sweater and jeans. She walked over to the window in her low heeled black sandals and turned the handle on the venetian blinds. The slid shut blocking out the evening sunlight. Carmen had sent her assistant home half an hour ago, but she wasn't yet done for the day. She still had Josh to see. Dr Monroe smiled at the thought of his lithe eighteen year old body. Hitting the preset dial button on the phone she peeled off the sweater letting her breasts bounce pleasingly in front of her. Her Agent Provocateur bra held her breasts together firmly. The french chantilly lace that edged the bra was feminine and arousing. Her husband didn't know she owned it. The phone began to ring as Carmen began to unbutton the jeans. She heard her husband pick up. "Hello?" "Oh hello darling, it's me." "Hey, how're you doing?" "Good thanks, really busy..." Carmen shrugged off the jeans revealing her her still pert bottom, framed by the Agent Provocateur panties that matched her bra. She kicked her sandals over to the corner of the room. "... this report I'm writing really is taking ages, the end is not yet in sight!" As Carmen walked over to the filing cabinet behind her she rolled her eyes at her husband's dull platitudes and dry words of encouragement. Unlocking the cabinet she took out the Harrods bag inside and walked back to the desk. "Yes, well there's still time for me to get my submission into the BPS, but you know what the submissions board is like..." Carmen reached into the bag and pulled out the matching Fifi suspender belt. She wrapped it around her waist and fastened it around her. "Yes, but you know what they're like, it needs to be peer-reviewed to within an inch of its life." She listened to her husband's agreement, it was always the same, he was probably thinking about the golf course instead. She opened up the packet of Cassandra stockings from Secrets in Lace. She felt a little thrill as she touched the nylon. "Anyway I'm going to be home late, I was thinking we could have left-over pasta..." Carmen leaned against the desk and pulled the rolled-up stocking over her foot. As she slid the stocking up her leg she listened to her husband moan about the cold pasta suggestions. Poor baby, she thought. She clipped the first stocking in place smoothing it around her thigh. Honestly, he was such a bore sometimes, she wondered what she'd seen in him all those years ago. The second stocking went on to her other foot as she did her best impression of giving a damn. As her husband droned on she stepped into the black mini skirt and wriggled her bottom and waist inside it. It ended just below the stockingtops, that should get his attention, she thought. She began to wind-down the conversation with her husband as she stepped into the pair of Christian Louboutin new Piaf pumps, deep black and shiny and admired them on the ends of her long legs. "Alright darling, well you know I'll be late so don't worry, I'll be back by eight." Carmen pulled the tight-fitting halter top head and smoothed it down her body. The deep neck showed off her cleavage beautifully. Her husband told her he loved her and she told him so as well as she removed the lipstick from her handbag. She quickly shut-off the phone and went to the mirror to touch-up her lips. Mmm, she thought, dressed to kill. The buzzer went on her desk. "Hi, Doctor, it's Josh." "Come on up," Carmen replied. She tidied the bags from her desk and then moved her chair around to the black couch. She wanted him to have a direct view of her legs. Sitting down she stared at the office door. 'Swishhhhh' went her legs as she crossed one over the other and the silky nylon rubbed against itself. A few seconds passed and Carmen picked up her notepad and pen. Then the door opened and Josh walked in. He stopped and stared. Success! thought Carmen. The awkward teen shuffled into the room. "Hi D-Doctor..." "Hello, Josh, please, be seated." Carmen indicated the couch. "You can take your coat off." Mother's Therapy Ch. 02 Doctor Carmen Monroe looked down at the eighteen year old boy who was contentedly licking her stockinged calves and grinned. It had been all too simple to get Josh, a teenager who had been living with depression during his teenage years, to submit to her will. She sat back on her therapist's couch and watched the naked young man worship her legs with his tongue. Moments earlier she had watched his young cock spurt all over her and now she wanted more. "Feels good, doesn't it, Josh?" Josh Maven looked up at his therapist, resplendent in her lingerie, stockings and high heels. He felt truly alive, kneeling at this MILF's feet was the most exhilarating thing he'd ever done in his young life. He nodded at her quickly. "Up higher, please, kiss my thighs." The teenager responded instantly, kneeling up higher, his hands slid down her silky thighs, he began to plant little kisses along her stockinged legs. Carmen let her fingers snake around Josh's hair and pulled the boy towards her. She wanted his lips on her pussy, hers would be the first he would ever taste. Spreading her thighs wider, Carmen leaned back and closed her eyes. She felt incredible, the burning in her loins was so intense, that she wasn't going to need much to send her over the edge, even an untrained tongue could be of good use. When it came to pussy-licking, young men were like dogs. Very little clue what they were doing but bags of enthusiasm. Her own son had been the same... "You're going to eat my pussy now, Josh. Just push your mouth against my panties and start licking." Josh moved ahead a lot slower now. He was nervous, Carmen could tell. She widened her thighs a lot more and pulled his head in. She felt his tongue furtively begin to probe her pussy. "Lick it!" Carmen hissed. Josh increased his laps, grazing his tongue against the wafer-thin material of the Agent Provocateur panties. Carmen began to moan, the previously cool blonde therapist leaned back and revelled in the pleasure of having the young man between her legs. His tongue touches, uncultured, but effective, sent shivers up her spine. It was the eagerness that Carmen craved, full of stamina and need. He was lapping at her pussy with such ferocity she could feel each tongue lash throughout her body. She told him to keep going. Encouragement was important, he would need to grow to love this, learning to worship was key to the development of any young man, especially if his Mother was going to enjoy him too. The thought of incest shook Carmen to the edge of orgasm, she squeezed her thighs together, ready to ride out the wave of pleasure that was crashing towards her. When Josh's tongue grazed over Carmen's clit for a final time, she squeezed her thighs together hard and trapping his head between her legs as she groaned in ecstasy. She rocked back and forth, her fingers in his hair "Good boy, good boy..." she whispered. Rolling her head, relaxing in the dizziness her orgasm had caused, Carmen slowly relaxed her legs and let Josh come up for air. "Stand up, Josh." The young, naked man did as he was told. Carmen pulled on his cock, pleasingly noting it was hard once again. Taking hold of it his throbbing member, Carmen stood up in front of the lad. In her heels she was a few inches taller than he was. She smiled at the power she currently had over him. "This cock belongs to me, understand? The only other person who's allowed to touch it is your Mother." "But-but I," the boy stammered. Carmen put her finger on his lips. "Shh, little one. Your cock belongs to me and your Mummy and trust me, she will touch it. Now your turn to lie on the couch." She let go of the hard cock and Josh slid down and onto the couch, lying on his back. Carmen stood over him and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. "You see, Josh, I like young cock and enjoy making it my own. My husband is an unimaginative bore and I like to set my fantasies free..." The therapist threw the unclasped bra on to Josh's chest. He gasped at the wonderful breasts that bounced in front of him. "Mmm, I can see your happy out that..." Carmen knelt down, putting her beautiful breasts in line with Josh's erect cock. "Don't think I'm a bad person, Josh, I'm really not, I simply know what I want... and when my own son got to be eighteen, I knew I wanted him too." Josh's eyes widened with surprise at her admission, as Carmen leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his cock. As he moaned, Carmen began to slowly tit-fuck the young man, kneading her tits up and down his prick. "Yes, Josh, I seduced my own son. He came to worship me, he still does, in the same way you will too. I've been waiting for the right cock to come along and when I met you and your mother I knew..." The boy continued to groan with delight at the tit-fuck he was receiving. Carmen grinned. "The thing is Josh, your Mother, who has put up with so much raising you, deserves your respect, she deserves to be worshipped. She just doesn't it yet. And I know you, you want to serve, you want to worship her. It's all perfectly natural, Josh. Most mothers ignore this desire in their sons, which I believe is foolish... Everyone like to be pampered, why not exploit. The way to a boy's heart is through his cock, eh, Josh?" He moaned as pre-cum began to leak and splatter over Carmen's globes. "So here's the deal young man, you will obey me, completely unquestioningly and in return I will turn your Mother into the woman you want her to be: sexy, commanding, loving but authoritative, a woman who you respect, please and fuck." As Carmen had predicted, the thought of Josh fucking his hot, dominant Mother was too much for the young lad who proceeded to spunk uncontrollably. Carmen pressed her tits together tighter as his young cock splattered across her gorgeous globes. His cock throbbed as the last splatters of cum jerked from the red cock. "There, that's better isn it, Josh?" Carmen pulled her cum-covered tits away and smiled at the boy. She began to rub the cum into her tits. "The best thing will be hugging my husband when I get home tonight, knowing my body has been covered in boy-cum. Now up you get, Josh and then kneel down." Josh, still dizzy from his cum, did as he was told. Carmen stood up in front of the kneeling boy. "You will go home tonight, but you may masturbate but you may not cum. Understand me? No cumming, unless I say so." He nodded. "Now you may show your appreciation for our little session today, kiss my shoes." The boy bent forward and began to plant kisses on her black stilettos. Carmen felt her pussy tingle once more, this had been a delicious evening and better yet, she had broken another boy. It had gone nine o'clock when Josh had returned home and Diane had left several messages with Carmen to explain just why he had been so late. The concerned mother was beginning to wonder who was more in need of therapy, her or her son. This is idea of Doctor Monroe's about using her own body to control and make her son happy just seemed so absurd! Yet Diane's other feeling, the guilty twinges she'd been having were caused by another reason - she was enjoying the notion that someone, albeit her own son, found her sexually attractive. When he came home she was sat on the sofa, dressed in comfortable jogging bottoms and sweatshirt, eyes flicking between the TV and the clock. Josh had been very quiet when he eventually got home. She had tried to engage him in conversation, but it was clear he wasn't interested. He mumbled something about 'having talked' and then scurried off to his bedroom. Diane wasn't impressed, how dare he stay out this late, visit his therapist and then not pay her any attention?! She went to bed annoyed with her son and Dr Monroe. She shouldn't be left out of this! Then Diane had another thought, this time about her appearance. She had been showing off her legs to her son when he had done something positive and that was giving good results. Maybe he just needed a little more encouragement? That morning Diane decided to have another chat with Josh. She picked out an outfit that she had no intention of wearing to work, but simply to see her son. The black skirt ended mid-thigh and nicely showed-off her legs, she'd decided on a pair of black stockings to enhance the effect. Her blouse was tight on her, showing a little cleavage. On her feet she wore a pair of patent black stilettos with three inch heels. Looking at herself in the mirror she nodded, let's see the little bastard ignore me now! She click-clacked in her heels down the landing loudly. She wanted him to hear her approach. Diane flung open her son's bedroom door. Josh scrambled for his duvet to cover his nakedness. He was clearly startled, but not fully awake yet. "M-Mum? What's wrong?" Diane strode into the room. His eyes were glued to her. She stopped in front of his bed and put her hands on her hips. "I want you to tell me what happened between you and Dr Monroe last night." Josh tried to keep his breathing under control. He nodded slowly. "We just talked..." "About what?" "Just about me, my likes, dislikes, that sort of thing." The mother changed weight on her legs, pushing her hips out. She folded her arms."And what did you tell her, Josh?" She looked down at Josh, was that a bulge underneath the duvet? "That I like women... come on, Mum, this is embarrassing..." "Well I pay for these sessions, Josh, I think I'm entitled to know what goes on." "Of- of course, Mum." "OK, good... well as long as we're clear." Mother and son looked at each other, the atmosphere in the bedroom was imbued with electricity. They could both feel it. "I'll be going to work in a bit. The kettle's on if you're interested..." Diane turned on her heel and strode back out of the room, this time quietly shutting the door behind her. She felt dizzy, her heart beating fast. She leaned back against the door, her palm pressed against her chest. Then she heard the slapping noise, the one she heard at night. He was masturbating! Shaking her head, Diane quickly began to walk down the stairs. Her pussy was becoming moist, moist for her own son... Mother's Therapy Ch. 03 Diane Maven sat in her car, parked into the confined space just behind her office. She had meant to leave early, but instead found herself staring out of the window at the pouring rain. Her thoughts were preoccupied with her son, Josh. How had this happened? Yesterday she had stormed into his room, dressed in far too short a skirt to do what? Reassert her authority? She tried to break down the sequence of events once more in her mind. Josh had suffered from depression for much of his teenage life. Naturally concerned, Diane had tried many different therapies, but was still resistant to the idea of the stronger anti-depressants. She didn't need her son hooked on drugs. As a last resort she had tried a therapist called Dr Carmen Monroe, who had some most unusual solutions. Dr Monroe had convinced Diane that Josh was obsessed with her, that he had fetishes for her high heels, her nylons, her legs, his own mother. It was so absurd Diane had thought, but Dr Monroe had convinced her that a smart way to bring her son out of his depressive moods was to show off to him, give him what he needed. Amazingly, it had worked. Josh's mood had brightened and well... he was looking at her, a lot. Then there were the evenings where Diane would stand, ear pressed against his bedroom door, listening to him masturbate. The mother shivered at the thought. Half with guilt at spying on her own boy, but then half with illicit thoughts as he would slap his cock with such ferocity, masturbating until he came with satisfied, deep moans. She knew he was thinking about her. But then again, was he? Dr Monroe herself was a glamorous looking blonde, older than Diane, but still very sexy. Josh had gone for his own private therapy session there and had come back obviously flustered, not wanting to talk about it. Diane's imagination had run riot, had the Doctor seduced her son? She had been angry, she had to reassert her authority, she had to know the therapy was about her being his focus, not some blonde with a PhD! Diane looked into the rain of the car park. She was supposed to call Dr Monroe tonight, she was going to do it from home, but now she was here, she might as well have the call in the car. Diane shrugged off her black jacket and loosened her white blouse. She looked down. The skirt she was wearing was the same one she had accosted Josh in. Her legs were sheathed in fine tan stockings. She knew the looks she had got from some of the other ladies in her office, but as she had explained she had an important client meeting and wanted to dress up. She had gone out earlier that day and instead ended up buying a pair of seamed stockings - so much for seeing a client! She slipped off her black pumps and flexed her toes. Why was she tingling? She shivered. Diane just needed ten minutes to collect herself before talking to the therapist... Dr Carmen Monroe was already on the telephone. The door to her office was locked, the rain battered her windows. She leaned back in her chair, her long legs, sheathed in her Oroblu Bas Chic stockings and Louboutin fuck me heels, she carefully slid the small silver vibrator around and inside her slick pussy. She cradled her mobile against her shoulder and listened to the young man at the other end. "OK, I'm inside her bedroom," said Josh. "Very good, boy, very good indeed..." Carmen purred into her phone. "Go to your Mum's underwear drawer and find a pair of her panties. Do not do anything until I allow it. Understand?" "Yes, Dr." "Now... go to her wardobe. Find one of her high heels, preferably with a hole in the end you can slide your cock through..." She heard Josh rummaging in his Mum's wardrobe. "She has some black peep toe heels, Italian, Forzieri." Carmen smiled as she quickly brought the shoes he described on her computer. "Very good, Josh. They sound lovely and soft. Carefully insert your cock into the peep hole and hold it there. Do not move it, until I say!" Not only was Carmen an expert therapist, but also an experienced domme, a technique she had perfected on her own Son and other boys. Young men were her play things, they kept life interesting. "Now, Josh, I want you to lie back on your Mother's bed, the bed you belong in and wait." Sliding the silver vibrator inside her a little further, Carmen looked at her office telephone. Right on cue it began to ring. Putting the mobile down she picked up the other receiver. "Hello? Oh yes, hello, Diane. Give me just a second and I'll just put these papers away." Carmen put the concerned Mother on mute and then returned to her mobile. "Did you hear that? I am about to speak to your Mother. I will put her on speaker phone and you will listen. You may stroke yourself with her high heel as you do so. I know you will moan, boy, so insert your Mother's panties into your mouth as you wank. Do it now... Good. A shame your Mother hasn't actually made it home, but this will do. Wank it well for me, boy. No cumming until I say so." The Doctor switched back to the other phone and put it on speaker. "Hello, Diane? Sorry about that, needless admin. I take it you want to speak about, Josh?" Diane began to ask Carmen about how Josh was doing. Carmen told her he was making excellent progress. "In fact I'm surprised you haven't noticed it at home." "Well I did, the other night, after his session with you. He seemed evasive. Up until that point he'd been happy and well... as you know... looking at me a lot." Carmen smiled, the jealous streak in this woman was unmistakable. She cared about her Son, deeply, on a level that most Mothers didn't ever register. It got better. Diane had reacted, she had dressed sexily to get her Son's attention back. "How do think Josh felt, seeing you like that?" "He started... he started masturbating." Carmen purred. Josh moaned through his Mum's panties at the news she had heard him wanking. "Mmm a wonderful feeling, isn't it, Diane? To know that your own son desires you." "What? What do you mean?" "Diane, what I'm going to tell you is now in strictest confidence, however I am sure I can trust you. The fact is I know this therapy works because I used it on, well, on my own boy, Steven." Carmen let the words sink in. "You... you did what?" "When Steven got to be eighteen, I knew I wanted to help him. He was listless, his father's fault, but he had such potential, he just needed the encouragement. So I helped him, had him hooked on my heels and then initiated him to a little game whereby Mummy was in charge and he had to please me. The better his grades got, the shorter my skirts did, the higher my heels became. When he got his place at Cambridge, I took him away for a week. We fucked every way you could think of. It was his reward, the pussy he craved. He had to work hard, but the prize, well as you can imagine, my hot cunt for him to thrust in and out of. He's a lawyer now, pulling in a decent salary, with a decent wife. Not that he doesn't miss Mummy of course, I still make sure we play our games every few months. I have so many conferences to attend and his work takes him all over the country... We find plenty of time to play Mother and Servant..." Carmen paused, listening the little gasps and moans coming from both phone calls. "Diane, are you fingering yourself now?" "Y-yes." Diane's skirt was bunched up around her thighs, her fingers were massaging her clit. The rain continued to clatter on top of the car. "Good. I now think you're beginning to realise the potential of what you have here. You can turn your son into the man he should be, but you should also get the love that you need. It feels good to be desired, doesn't it, Diane? Knowing your son, loves wanking his long, thick cock over your body. So dangerous, so taboo and yet so wonderfully erotic, is it not?" Carmen increased the speed on her toy. She held back a moan as it began to buzz against her clit. "Y-yes," Diane moaned down the phone. "You're doing the right thing you know, Diane. I never regret seducing my son. He was a lot happier for it and you will be too. You need to let doubt go, Diane. Indulge yourself, let your desires rule for once. Enjoy him, enjoy his body. You want him don't you?" "I... I..." "Diane, you WANT him, you WANT your son!" The authority in Carmen's voice was unshakable, Diane's head swam. "Y-yes, Doctor... I want my son..." "You want his cock inside you, you want to make him your fuck-toy, fill your pussy, live your desires!" The orgasm was growing inside Diane, her fingers flicked over her clit, she rubbed it in circles, her head back against the car seat. Carmen's voice was so intense, piercing every part of her body. "Cum now, Diane, cum thinking about your Son, do it now!" Carmen quickly hit mute and picked up the mobile. "Now, Josh, you cum too, cum now!" Josh shook the leather high heel up and down along his cock, it didn't take much. His cock spluttered as he moaned into his Mum's panties, groaning as the white semen slid down the black leather. In her office chair Carmen pushed the vibrator all the way in, it was so hot, so depraved having the Mother and Son cum on her say so. Her hand moved faster pushing and pulling the toy in and out, wishing it was her own son's cock filling her up. She gritted her teeth as her own orgasm ripped inside her, she tilted forward in the chair riding the silver vibrator, one hand holding it in, the other pushing against her desk. "There, there, good boy," said Carmen. "Go and clean up, Mummy will be home soon. Email me your thoughts later." She put down the mobile, shutting off the call. She went back to the office phone. "Now then, Diane, you listen to me..." An hour or so later, Josh heard his Mother come in and head straight upstairs to her bedroom. Looking up at the clock he realised it was his turn to make dinner. His cock ached and he had spent the last thirty minutes composing an email to Dr Monroe. Switching off his monitor, he headed down to the kitchen. Josh had started to make chilli and was chopping onion when his Mum walked in. She was still wearing the same skirt she had done when she had stormed into his room the other night. Her top though, a black, ribbed sleeveless halter top, showed off her breasts pleasingly. His eyes quickly travelled down and he nearly had a heart attack. On his Mum's feet were the Forzieri peep toe heels, he had spunked over earlier. That one shoe still had a tiny damp patch he could make out on the light coloured part of the leather. Josh's cock instantly hardened. To compliment the sexy shoes, Diane was wearing the seamed stockings she had brought earlier that day, making her legs look very beautiful and shiny. "Hello, darling," said Diane and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, held him tight and kissed him on the cheek. "H-hi, Mum." He hugged her back. "Look, I'm sorry about the other night and I spoke to Dr Monroe and she says you're making excellent progress, in fact," she squeezed both his arms and grinned at him. "She thinks it's time to start the next stage of your therapy." Mother's Therapy Ch. 04 Dr Carmen Monroe purred with delight as she shifted her hips over her Son's face and let his tongue dig deeper into the folds of her pussy. Beneath her, Steven, Carmen's not-so little boy, lapped with all his strength. His mother was sat on his face, her pussy and tight ass, smothering him, while he lay naked on the plush hotel bed, his wrists tied to the bed stead, his cock erect and throbbing. Carmen squeezed her thighs gently, encased in the coffee coloured Secrets in Lace stockings she had picked for this little festive getaway. Her black Kenneth Cole heels, pressed against his head. She sat facing her son's throbbing cock and leaned forward rubbing it with the her soft fingertips, sheathed in the dark, black opera gloves that reached to her elbows. She felt her son moan beneath her pussy and pressed harder. As she pinched the base of his cock she looked down at her breasts, still tender from the nursing session she had made Steven undertake. Her nipples were red and pointed. Smiling, Carmen reflected on the past twenty-four hours. It hadn't taken much to convince both her husband and her daughter that visiting her own sickly great aunt in York would be a well-intentioned thing to do and told them both that Steven should accompany her. Her husband had mumbled something about a pre-New Year's golf tournament and Sarah, Steven's wife, was happy to do some sales shopping with her friends, which meant Carmen could get just what she wanted this Christmas, some close family time with her son. They had booked into the hotel outside York the day after Boxing Day and she had immediately made Steven strip and she had bound him with nylons. For that first afternoon Carmen had chosen a leather catsuit to wear with five-inch stiletto sandals. She had zipped it up the front leaving ample exposure for her cleavage. The mother had wanted a punishment and denial session with her son first thing. The infringements Steven had committed were minor, but still punishable. He had failed to kiss her heels the minute they were alone (how could he, they were both in the car), and he had still been wearing his wedding ring when she had ordered him to strip. Kneeling, his wrists were bound and he had been bent over the bed. Mummy had then decided on nothing less than her own black leather belt from that morning's dress to whip him with (oh the thrill when she had slid it around her waist that morning in front of her husband!). Steven had taken it like the well-trained boy he was and not a dirty word had left his mouth during the whole whipping. He was rewarded with an hour's worth of shoe cleaning, which he did dutifully with his tongue, while Carmen had brought herself off with her silver vibrator. It had been so erotic for Steven to see his Mother rub the silver toy across her leather covered crotch and cum as his tongue wrapped around the stiletto heel. After that Steven got another reward as Carmen rubbed his cock up and down with her heels. As her son looked at her adoringly and moaned, Carmen's thoughts turned to all the other mothers out there, enjoying Christmas. Teasing their sons, showing too much leg or too much cleavage, using tipsiness as an excuse to grope their son's leg or bum, or waiting until father was snoozing in the arm chair to let their boys have a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe or stroke their smooth stockinged legs... Yes, Christmas was family time! Eventually her son couldn't hold on any longer. With a loud moan, his cock had spluttered all over her curvaceous black leather covered legs and she caressed him, stroking his hair. After a short rest it was time to change for dinner. Steven attended to his Mother as he had been taught. He helped her bathe, and laid out her dress, underwear, shoes and stockings. He fastened her bra for her, adjusted the garter belt clips and fixed her pearls around her neck. She sipped champagne as she adjusted her make-up, all the time Steven was knelt beside her, naked and was fed drops of champagne when Carmen chose too. Finally Steven was allowed change into his suit. Once dressed he would stand waiting for his mother to inspect him. He had made sure his shirt and suit had been pressed and looked brand new. Carmen had chosen a classic red sleeveless dress, that ended at halfway up her thighs. Steven was always taken aback by how glamorous his mother could look and he grinned as she ran her hand over his already hard crotch. "Open wide," she had told him. Carmen reached into her matching red purse. She quickly popped the small blue viagra pill into his mouth and offered him a glass of champagne to wash it down. She knew she could keep her son hard for the course of the meal, but she wanted him to be fully erect throughout, she wanted the bulge in his suit trousers to be visible for all to see. Throughout the meal at the hotel restaurant, Carmen openly flirted with her son. She teased him, crossed her legs to show him her thighs and made him blush, telling him comic stories of the sexual misfortunes of her patients. Steven simply called her 'Mother' throughout the meal and she enjoyed the raised eyebrows from the waiting staff. Steven kept smiling, though his desperately hard cock begged for relief, a single bead of sweat trickled down his neck, revealing how tightly wound-up he was. Once dinner was over, they returned to the hotel room and the bulge in Steven's trousers was obvious to all. Carmen had made him strip and he even winced when he lowered his boxer shorts, as his thick, hard cock, bounced out in front of him. The mother had then stripped down to her stockings, garter belt and heels and donned the opera gloves that she now caressed her son's cock with. Once more she wiggled her backside as her son began to tongue her clit heavily. He ran his tongue back and forth over his mother's sex, delighted at the pleasure he was giving her even though his own cock and balls were heavy and ached. Carmen could feel her own orgasm building as she rocked back and forth on Steven's face, however she wasn't about to cum there. She wanted his cock. Steven braced himself as his Mother pushed herself off of his face and looked down at her bound boy. Grinning, she straddled the lower part of his body and slowly lowered herself over his prick. His arms twisted in his restraints as Carmen let his cock enter her body. This was the ultimate prize, the bond between Mother and Son that couldn't be replicated by any other partner. Carmen let out a deep long moan. She pinched her nipples, enjoying the soft fabric of the gloves on her sensitive teats, before pushing against her son's chest and lowering herself up and down on his cock. Steven cried out in delicious agony. Carmen took her time. She caressed her son's face as she gently fucked him. She wanted them to cum together and that meant working on her own cum. Carmen began to arch her back as she felt the orgasm rise in her. It uncoiled slowly at first, but soon the pounding in her loins was too much to bear. The domme mother increased her pace and began to ride her son with an increased but steady rhythm. Steven let out tiny moans and gasps, as his mum flexed and bounced on his quivering cock. She squeezed her thighs as her own moans escaped her lips. "Yes, baby, yes, baby, make Mummy cum, baby, make Mummy cummmmm!" The young man thrust his cock up to meet his Mum's body as Carmen cried out, screamed. Her orgasm tore through her, her nails scratched down her son's chest.Through her ecstatic screams she could just make out Steven's voice. "Please, Mummy, please let me cum, please let me cum..." There were tears in his eyes, the emotional intensity of this need was overwhelming. "Cum, baby, cum for Mummy..." Carmen panted. Permission was all Steven needed. He shot long and hard into his Mother's pussy. He gritted his teeth as the cum spurted inside his Mum. She squeezed her thighs, her pussy, she wanted to milk him dry, take all of his cum, none for his wife, all for mother. She bounced on his raw prick determined to drain him. She looked down at her Son as his pulsing cock began to slow down. His fists were clenched, his face pale and lips quivering. She smiled at him and he broke into a wide grin. "I love you, Mother," he told her. "Mummy loves you too, baby." A couple of hours later and Steven was sleeping blissfully beside his mother and Carmen was devising tomorrow's day of domination games with her boy. The sharp ping from her phone told her she had an email. Looking down, she realised it was from Diane Maven. Instantly Carmen's loins tingled at the thought of Diane dominating her cute son, Josh. Carmen made a mental note to arrange another 'therapy' session with Josh and then clicked open the email. Moving one hand down to her pussy, Carmen began to read and stroke. Dear Carmen I hope you had a great Christmas and were able to spend some decent family time with your son! I wanted to write to you to tell you about today's little 'Assessment Session' that I had with Josh today. It went well, but I'm still a little in shock! First of all we'd spent a couple of days with the rest of the family over Christmas and everyone remarked on how improved Josh was, how full of life he is! I know I doubted you, but things are definitely looking up. Anyway today was our first day back at home and I reminded Josh that we must go back to the way we had been working on before our family visit. I was delighted when he said "Of course, Mummy!". He then asks if he can go 'bare-chested' like you had suggested. Before Christmas this had been a reward for good behaviour. Well, he had been so polite and upbeat during our little trip that I told him he could be shirtless for the rest of the day at home. I then reminded him with a squeeze of his knee, that Mummy would also be wearing her 'special clothes'. Well, he had a little tent in his trousers all the way home! This morning I left him a list of chores to do as I was going to out to get my hair and nails done. Oh, it was a delight to be pampered in the spa, but every time one of the attendants touched me, I simply imagined it was Josh doing it. Back home Josh was supposed to be getting on with his chores, but we both know he wasn't, eh, Carmen? It was such a thrill to see that he'd cum all over my red slingback heels. As you know I've been keeping a keen eye on my son's cumming for a few weeks now and I am delighted that he is such a heavy cummer (though I suppose all boys are at 18!). The hairdresser couldn't understand why I kept grinning! On the way home, I did as you suggested and dropped in to my office to print off the internet history from Josh's pc. Getting him to send it to you was a masterstroke. So many different, wild sites my son has been visiting. I suppose I should be upset that he spends so much time stroking himself to stocking and femdom pictures, but as you've pointed out, his computer password is 'Mummy' - tee hee! Resisting the urge to masturbate myself, I left the office with the print out. On returning home I was pleased to see the house had been tidied and vacuumed and the kitchen was clean. Josh was in his room and by the sounds of things he was playing with his thing to make lots of cum for his 'Assessment' tonight. Mmmm, my boy wanted full, little balls when he saw Mummy! I changed into my 'special clothes' I chose a figure-hugging black dress. I wanted it to be as sheer to my thighs and bum as possible, so I picked some hold-up stockings to go with it, also black and seamed. Oh, my baby boy was in for a show! From under the bed I retrieved a shoe box I had hidden from Josh. This was my little Christmas present for both of us, a brand new pair of Jimmy Choo round toe patent black pumps, with a four inch heel. With my hair and nails done, I looked a million dollars and felt it too, my son was going to see his Mum in a whole new way. The Assesment was due to begin at seven o'clock sharp and a few minutes before hand I heard Josh scurry downstairs. I waited until a few minutes after seven and left my bedroom, picking up the print out as I went. As you suggested, I let him hear every CLICK-CLACK of my new heels on the wooden floor. He was stood in the centre of the living room, he'd dimmed the lights apart form the Christmas Tree that sat blinking in the corner. He was naked to the waist, where he wore his tightest pair of jeans. He was barefoot. He clasped his hands firmly behind his back. I could see his eyes light up as I entered the room, but knew better than to speak, until I had spoken. I stood in front of him and tapped his chest with the rolled-up print out. "First of all, I think the house looks lovely." He smiled at me. "Thank you, Mummy." "You have certainly earned another award. You can take off those jeans." I could see his face redden as he registered what I had told him, but then, sure enough, the jeans were slid down his legs and he stepped out of them, folding them neatly on the chair. His bulge, in his tight, white underpants, throbbed. I resisted a large grin. I told him I wanted a glass of wine. As I sat down, I let my legs cross in that oh-so-seductive manner that you taught me and I saw him blush again. He brought me the wine and instead of having him kneel, I decided to have him standing. I wanted that pulsating cock right in view, right in front of me. Taking a sip of wine, I tried to calm my nerves. Yes, I was playing the cool bitch boss to the best of my abilities, but inside my heart raced and stomach sank. I put the wine down and turned my attention to the printed paper. "Josh. I think we need to discuss your internet usage. As you know in my house we have rules about using the internet. It is OK for homework and chatting with friends, but you appear to have been using it for neither of these things." He went white as a sheet, he shivered. It was extraordinary this power I now had over him. "Shall we read the list of sites, you've visited?" I cleared my throat. Josh stammered the beginning of a protest. "Did I say you could speak?" He shook his head. "Good. Femdom Vixens, Femdom TGP, Stocking Divas, Stocking Tease, Shoe Session, MILFs in Stockings, MILFs in high heels, Fetish Listings, the London Domina Guide..." It took me two whole minutes to read the complete list. Dramatically I threw the paper on the floor in mock disgust and immediately stood up. It was now or never. I stood a few inches taller than my son, now red again with humiliation. I grabbed his cock and balls through the white fabric of his underwear. "Listen to me, little boy. In my house, we do not, DO NOT, look at filthy sites like the ones I just read out-" I squeezed with every word, my eyes wide with anger. "We do not stroke our little cocks to such RUBBISH! We pay attention to the rules and we do what Mummy says! What do we do?" "W-what, Mummy says," he stammered. I continued to squeeze, tighter now. "I am the only person you need to worry about, you need to concentrate on your homework, on revision, not some internet wank fantasies. Do I make myself clear?" "Y-yes, Mummy." My nails now dug in to his balls as I clenched the base of his cock and pulled at it with each word. "Mummy's house, Mummy's rules! Do I make myself CLEAR, LITTLE BOY?!" "Y-YES, MUMMY!" With that outburst I suddenly felt a warm wetness pulsing across my fingers. My little Josh was cumming in his pants. I'd made him cum! I'd squeezed his little cock and he'd made a mess. I kept squeezing as the semen began to stain and bleed through on to my fingers. He was shivering, aghast that he hadn't been able to control himself. My heart was speeding by now as I looked down at the white semen coating my fingers. I ordered him to remain standing in the lounge, thinking about what he'd done. I raced upstairs and slammed my bedroom door behind me. I wriggled my dress up and sat in front of my bedroom mirror with my stockinged legs wide apart. I quickly pulled my thin lacey panties to one side and thrust my cum covered fingers into my pussy. My fingers slid all over my clitoris with ease and soon I was bent over, gasping as my orgasm shook my whole body. I'd cum, cum with my son's semen all over my fingers. It's taken me an hour to actually bring myself to write this to you. I'm in shock, I feel fantastic, but I don't know whether that's good or bad! As for Josh, well... I think this is a test. I ordered him to wait down in the lounge, I wonder if he'll still be there by morning? What do you think, Carmen? Have I gone too far? Yours, Diane x Carmen grinned. It had gone well, so much better than she had expected. She leaned over to Steven and whispered into his ear. Wearily Steven blinked but then nodded. Carmen lay back on to the soft cushioning of the hotel bed and let herself fall back into the pillows. She spread her legs wide and Steven dutifully beban to lap at his Mother's already wet pussy. Yes, it was going well for Diane and Josh. Carmen just needed to encourage Diane to make the final step. Mother's Therapy Josh carefully unzipped his jacket and placed it on the hatstand in the corner. He couldn't take his eyes off of her brown nylons, her black shiny heels. He perched on the edge of the couch and looked to Carmen. "So tell me, Josh, how have you been the last few days?" "Good, good I think." "You think? I want feelings not thoughts, Josh. How have you felt?" On the final word Carmen ran her fingers over her stocking-covered knee and immediately caught Josh watching her leg. "I've been, um, happier." "Really?" Carmen raised both eyebrows. I bet you've been happy you little wanker, masturbating over your mother's legs. "Well, why do you think that is?" Josh fidgeted on the edge of the couch. "I, um, don't know." Nice try, thought Carmen. "I see..." Carmen took the opportunity to recross her legs. Josh once again stared at the sight in front of him. "Josh, I think it's time to discuss your fetishes." "What?" The word 'fetishes' had snapped Josh's gaze up to meet hers. He was becoming noticeably redder in the face. "Your fetishes, Josh, your desires, the things that keep you awake at night, that you... masturbate to. You like to stare at women's legs don't you?" The question clearly caught Josh off guard, he didn't know where to look. "N-no, I-" Carmen leaned forward in the chair and stared at him intently. "You were looking at my legs in our session the other day, you've been staring at my legs since you came in. I'm willing to bet you even stare at your Mother's legs, don't you?" Josh was shivering, he began to wring his hands and stare at the floor. Carmen seized her chance. Standing up she stepped in front of Josh and brought her hand to down to his cheek. She tilted up his head so his gaze met her thighs. "Josh, it's alright to look at a woman's legs...look, not ogle... after all, legs to lead somewhere." Josh continued to evade her gaze. She sat down next to him and once again crossed her legs with emphasising the noise of the nylon rubbing together. She put her arm around the boy. "It's OK, Josh, it's alright to have those feelings. We understand. Lots of boys get fetishes about legs or nice, shiny high heels..." Carmen flexed her foot and smiled as Josh stared at the sexy shoe. "You see, Josh, I'm willing to bet that as you were growing up, your Mother wore high heels a lot and you, naturally played at her feet a lot and because sexual fetishes develop when you're young, you associate the heels, the legs with feeling good..." Carmen squeezed his arm. "Josh, this room, this is a safe space and anything that happens in here, remains confidential, even between your Mother and I, understand?" Josh finally looked up at Carmen and nodded. "Good boy, anything that happens here will remain our secret then." Carmen put down her notepad and turned towards Josh. She placed her hand on his knee. "Josh, during our session the other day you talked, or rather mumbled, about feeling constrained, on edge... Tell me, when you're at home do you like to be naked a lot?" The boy momentarily seemed to turn another shade of red. He nodded slowly. Once again, Carmen smiled with reassurance. "Would you like to be naked now, Josh? Remember it's just us here, anything goes." Josh gasped. Carmen watched him trying to process what she had just said. "It's OK, sweetie, like I said, anything can happen here and no one will ever know. OK?" She felt his body relax, he was now his to do whatever she wanted with. Carmen felt the familiar thrill. She was going to break him, she was going to make him bend to her will. Very slowly, Carmen reached down and gripped the edges of Josh's t-shirt. In one deft movement she peeled the shirt from his body. She smiled at his pale, unblemished body. His torso was average for his age, muscles developing well, but certainly not too bulky. Just how Dr Monroe liked them. "Stand up, Josh, " she pointed in front of her. Nervously the boy got up and stood in front of Carmen. "Shoes and socks off please." Josh complied, putting his socks in to his trainers and stashing them under the couch. "Good boy, now..." Carmen's fingers deftly went to his jeans button. She felt his body stiffen. Carefully she undid the top of the jeans and then slowly pulled down the zip of his flies. Josh's cock popped straight out in front of Carmen's face. "S-sorry!" stammered the boy. Carmen simply smiled up at him. "It's OK, Josh, remember anything that happens here is our secret..." Carmen then yanked the jeans down his legs and motioned for him to step out of them. "Now we don't need your nasty boxer shorts do we? Do you want me to take them off or are you going to be a big boy and do it yourself?" "I'm not sure..." he was going bright red. "Nonsense!" replied Carmen in her best school teacher voice and promptly pulled the shorts down to Josh's ankles. She grinned at the sight of his cock, all red and thick. Carmen decided not to waste time. "Now let's see how your cock and balls are progressing." Her fingers went up to his balls and squeezed them. Josh gasped. "Hmm these seem nice and full, no obvious problems here..." Carmen then wrapped her hand around Josh's cock. "Oh!" the boy blurted out. Carmen continued to examine the young cock in front of her and smiled as she did so. "What a lovely young cock and balls you have, Josh. The sort any mother would be proud of!" At the mention of 'mother' she felt Josh's cock pulse in her hand. "Oh my, Josh, I clearly see the effect mentioning Mummy has on you." She squeezed his cock once more. "Kneel down, please, Josh." Josh seemed so dazed that he simply complied with her instruction rather than question it. Carmen put both of her feet on the ground and drew her knees together. She then instructed Josh to put her head on her lap. It was a well-used technique for Carmen. Not all boys needed the rod of iron, many simply needed the loving caress of her hand. She told Josh to get nice and close. He did so and sighed as he felt the nylon of her legs across his naked body.Carmen had let her skirt ride up her thighs a little and she pressed his head against the stretched material. Her fingers found his hair and she stroked it lightly. "Poor lost little boy, all alone in the world. All you want is to be loved isn't it? Especially by Mummy? Hmm? Isn't that right? Yes, of course it is. You need her to make you feel good and you know you'll be such a good boy if she did that for you. You must be so confused when Mummy's legs or titties get your little soldier all hard. Well, it's OK, Josh. It's OK to feel like that. Your Mummy knows how you feel, she understands and I think we're going to be able to make her do something about it... You see, Josh, these feelings you have aren't going to go away. You think you'll go to university and get a job, meet a girl and get married, but these feelings you have now they never leave you, you'll always have them. They're too deeply ingrained in your psyche to disappear. Most women don't understand. They'll think you're odd or a Mummy's Boy for having your desires, but you're not, Josh. On the contrary, Josh, you're going to make a lot of women very happy indeed, starting with Mummy, especially with Mummy, Josh..." Carmen looked down grinned. Josh was crying, silently, but his tears were splashing on to her stockings, staining them. "It's OK, baby, it's OK... you've been so depressed and angry for so long, haven't you? But I know what you need, I've always known and now Mummy's going to know too. Come up and sit next to me, Josh..." Looking up, Josh blinked away tears from his eyes and sat down to Carmen. She turned to his, caressed his face with her hand and then kissed him lightly on the lips. With a *Swishhhhh* she crossed her legs and flexed her high heeled foot. Josh watched fascinated. Pleased with his reaction, Carmen pulled her black halter top over her head and let Josh get an eyeful of her 34DD breasts, held by the pretty, small bra. "Head here please, Josh." Carmen pulled his head to her chest. He whimpered. "Concentrate on my high heels." Josh stared at her sexy legs and heels. Carmen then reached down and grabbed his cock. The boy yelped. "Don't fidget please, Josh." Carmen knew that a firm grip insured compliance. She began to jerk Josh's cock up and down, squeezing at the base and pulling it back and forth. "That's it, Josh, just stare at my legs, like Mummy's legs aren't they? I bet Mummy doesn't have shoes as nice as this though, does she? Don't worry, we'll make sure she gets some. You like my sexy stockings as well don't you? All naughty little boys do, you know. I like to catch them staring at my sexy, long, stockinged legs..." She punctuated each word with an increasingly sharp tug on his swollen prick. He moaned and gasped as she wanked him, his whole body seemed coiled and restrained, begging for release. She increased her pace on his cock. "Come along, Josh, make your nasty mess on me!" Josh's cock spluttered and then exploded with cum all over Carmen's stockinged thighs. The white liquid flew from his cock and splashed all over her legs. Josh cried out with pleasure and relief, his face pushed against Carmen's full breasts as she tightly gripped the pulsing cock. He couldn't stop, more and more cum splattered over her. "Good boy," remarked Carmen. "Very good boy. That was a good cum... There... It feels better now, yes? Trust me, your next one will be even greater, young man..."