21 comments/ 212730 views/ 69 favorites The Abrams Health Institute By: hjlvr6969 Marilyn gripped the steering wheel tightly, struggling to focus on the road. Her mind filled with memories of the previous week and thoughts of what laid ahead for her and her son Robert. They were on their way to the Abrams Health Institute, a place unknown to Marilyn just a week before, but the things she read and heard about it made her nervous, hopeful, but strangely excited. Excited in a way mothers shouldn't be, but excited nonetheless. Marilyn had set up the appointment only yesterday, but was pleased they could accommodate them so quickly. As she made the final turn onto the street where the Institute was located, her thoughts again returned to her son, the images of that night so clear and vivid in her mind. Robert was an only child. His father left the family 8 years earlier for his new, young secretary. That pain was only somewhat lessened when Robert heard that same secretary stole his father's car, emptied the bank account and fled the country just two years later. "Bastard got what he deserved," Marilyn thought to herself. Marilyn did the best she could as a single mother. She never remarried and didn't date often, instead focusing on raising her son. Robert was 19 years old now, attending the local community college and earned a spot on the swim team. He was an attractive young man, nearly 6 feet tall with an athletic build, but still shy and reserved. Marilyn made several half-hearted attempts at inquiring about his love life, but didn't press too much, trying to respect her son's privacy. She never dared even speak of sex or the "birds and the bees" with him. It was that night where Marilyn's thoughts kept returning, that night only a week before where things changed. Oh, that night... It was late evening, just past 11pm when Marilyn walked toward the kitchen for a glass of water. On her way past Robert's room she noticed light flickering through the crack in the door. "He must have his computer on," she thought, "I wonder what he's working on." As she neared the door she could just make out some figures on the screen just over her son's shoulder, his back toward the door. She realized it was a video as she could also hear muffled voices. When the screen finally came into focus, Marilyn's heart stopped. It was porn! There was a figure of a naked man, leaning back against a desk, his large, erect penis engulfed by the mouth of a woman on her knees, dressed like a school teacher. What was even more shocking to Marilyn were the apparent ages of the actors. The male looked young, barely in his early 20's while the woman playing the teacher was closer to Marilyn's age. "Oh my goodness," she thought to herself. "My son is masturbating to this?" As though hypnotized by the scene, Marilyn crept closer, carefully opening the door wider for a better view. "I shouldn't be doing this." "I shouldn't be doing this," she repeated in her thoughts. She could now clearly see movement in front of her son, his arm quickly repeating its motions. It was at this moment that Marilyn inexplicably called out her son's name. "Robert?" she called. This couldn't have been a more awkward moment for Robert. His mother had caught him masturbating and at the moment of climax, she called his name. It was too late. Startled, Robert jumped from his chair, but couldn't stop the impending orgasm. His fist still clenched to his penis, now facing his mother, began spewing semen across the air landing at her feet. "Mom! No!" he cried. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Mesmerized by the spectacle, his mother stared, watching each spurt come out, his penis throbbing and pulsing with each new volley of sperm. Marilyn stood speechless, staring at her son's penis, then at the semen on the floor. As the last drops fell from his penis, Robert finally picked up the towel he had set aside for that purpose and caught the remaining ejaculate, covering his genitals from his mother's piercing gaze. "Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were... I mean I should have... I should have knocked..." Marilyn stammered. "I'm sorry. I'm going to bed now." And with that, she abruptly left and returned to her room. Robert stood motionless and confused. Embarrassed at being caught, even more ashamed that he couldn't stop ejaculating in front of her, he quickly shut off his computer, cleaned the remaining cum off the floor, shut the light off and jumped into bed. "How will I face her in the morning?" he dreaded. The next few days were tense, and awkward with neither one saying but a few words to each other. Robert could no longer masturbate, fearing he would be caught again. Marilyn seemed intent on ignoring the issue or pretending nothing occurred. "This is not right," she thought. "This isn't healthy." She then became determined to heal the trouble she caused, hoping that the incident would not scar her son for life. The Internet could be a wealth of information or a maze of confusion. Marilyn searched for clinical definitions, psychological disorders, magazine advice columns, even fetish sites dedicated to older women and younger men. Some of these sites were shocking to say the least, yet Marilyn found some to be unexpectedly arousing, pausing longer than she should have at some of the images. After searching for several days, Marilyn came across a support group site for single mothers. One particular discussion focused on raising teenage sons and the dreaded "sex talk" most parents feared. One reference in particular seemed to be repeated quite frequently: The Abrams Health Institute. Apparently, this institute focused on reproductive and sexual health, and offered special counseling to mothers and their children. After reading several comments about the successes of the program, Marilyn made the decision to call and make an appointment. She wanted to help her son and felt this would be the best way. As they pulled into the driveway of the institute, Marilyn couldn't help but notice the style of the building. Set atop a small hill, stood a large, almost Victorian era building, like a large home or mansion. The small parking lot accommodated less than 10 cars with a few spots open for Marilyn and her son. "I'm glad you came with me today Robert." Marilyn spoke as they entered the building. "I'm sure they'll help us get through this. Robert smiled timidly and responded, "I hope so, too mom." Once inside, Marilyn approached the front desk. A short, plump woman perhaps in her early 50's with slightly greying hair and black-rimmed glasses greeted them. "Welcome to the Abrams Institute. Do you have an appointment?" she asked. "Yes, I called yesterday. Our appointment is at 4pm." Marilyn responded. "Oh yes," the nurse said, "you must be Marilyn. And this must be Robert," as she turned and smiled. "Welcome." The nurse then motioned to the seating area, "Please have a seat, you're our last appointment for the day and Dr. Abrams is just finishing with a patient and will be right out." "Thank you," Marilyn added, then sat down with Robert. As they sat, Marilyn scanned her surroundings. This room looked less like a doctor's office and more like a living room or parlor with old, but expensive looking furniture. Marilyn felt at ease here. It was certainly not like the sterile atmosphere of most hospitals or clinics. Even Robert felt less anxious in these surroundings. Then a door opened just down the hall. A woman and her son exited, both smiling. "Well, that is a good sign," Marilyn thought to herself. "Thank you so much Dr. Abrams," the woman said, "we really enjoyed today's session." She then turned and walked past Marilyn and Robert, her arm around her son as they walked out the front entrance. "Marilyn? Robert?" the doctor asked. Then both turned and saw an attractive woman with dark, shoulder length hair, in her mid-40's, standing about 5' 7". Robert was immediately infatuated, his taste for mature women now known. The doctor's white coat covering what seemed like a very ample bosom. "Yes," Marilyn responded. "Welcome, my name is Dr. Alicia Abrams. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please follow me and we'll get started." They both followed the Dr. Abrams into another room, this one like an office or study of a large home. At one end was a large oak desk. At the other was a padded leather table and just behind it were several cabinets and a sink. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice Doctor." "I'm glad you came," the doctor responded. "I've reviewed what we spoke about on the phone yesterday and I'm sure I can help you both. We have a long and successful track record, especially when dealing with matters like yours." Robert was now asking himself how much his mother told the doctor about their recent incident. Still, there was something very calming and reassuring in the doctor's voice. She exuded both confidence and kindness in a way that made both Robert and Marilyn hopeful. "Well, let's get started, shall we?" the doctor began. "Since this is your first visit, we'll need to perform some preliminary tests. Robert, can you please go behind the screen near my desk? I'll need you to remove your clothes and wear the robe that's hanging there. Ok?" "Um, ok" Robert answered. "But... do I leave my... um underwear on?" "No Robert, you'll need to remove everything for the tests. Don't worry, you'll be fine. We'll be gentle with you," she said in that warm, reassuring voice. Robert moved behind the screen and began to disrobe. As he removed his clothes, he could hear his mother and the doctor discussing details of the night was caught masturbating. "So, when you walked in on Robert, was he able to finish? Did he reach orgasm?" the doctor asked. "Oh, uh, yes Doctor." Marilyn replied uncomfortably. "But you didn't assist him in any way, did you?" "No, no. I returned to my room after that." Marilyn said. "I see," said the doctor. Robert was beginning to feel the onset of an erection as he pulled down his underwear, his penis beginning to fill out. "Not now," he thought to himself. "Not now." He then put on the loose fitting robe and stepped out. As he emerged from behind the screen, Marilyn and the doctor watched, the robe only reaching halfway down Robert's thighs, exposing his muscular legs. "Ok Robert, first let's get you weighed. Step over to the scale please," the doctor asked. She then walked over to her desk and pressed a button on the intercom, "Janet, can you please bring in a new chart and supplies?" "Yes doctor," the voice replied. As Robert stepped on the scale, the door opened. It was the woman at the front desk. She handed a clipboard and chart to Dr. Abrams, then placed some items on the counter, a bottle of liquid of some kind, a measuring tape, and some washcloths. "This is Janet," the doctor said to Marilyn and Robert, "she's a registered nurse and will be assisting me today with your preliminary exam." The doctor handed back the clipboard to Janet then turned to Robert and set up the scale, "180 lbs," she called out. Then, using the height tool, she measured his height. "And 5 feet, 11 inches tall." Janet began writing the numbers onto the chart. "Now, step down from the scale please and face me," the doctor requested. Dr. Abrams reached for the measuring tape then wrapped it around Robert's chest. "Lift your arms for me please," she asked. "42 inches," she called out as the nurse continued taking notes. Dr. Abrams then reached around his waist continuing her measurements. "32 inches," she called out again. "Ok Robert, I'll need you to open your robe for a moment." Robert became somewhat nervous. She was asking him to expose himself not just in front of the doctor, but the nurse and his mother, too. Hesitantly, he untied the robe and opened it, glancing toward his mother, their eyes meeting at first, he then noticed his mother's eyes move down toward his exposed genitals. "My goodness," Marilyn thought to herself, "my boy has certainly grown up," as she admired his thick, plump penis and his low hanging testicles. The doctor kneeled in front of Robert and reached up with her hand, cupping his testicles. "I'm just checking for any lumps or abnormalities," the doctor reassured, sensing his discomfort. Marilyn began feeling a warm sensation through her body as the situation unfolded in front of her. The doctor, continuing to massage Robert's scrotum, feeling each individual testicle, then grasped his flaccid penis, holding it up against his belly. It was then that Robert could no longer control his erection. As soon as the doctor touched his penis, it immediately began to fill with blood, thickening and lengthening with each heartbeat. Sensing his embarrassment, the doctor looked up and smiled, "Don't worry Robert, it's a healthy sign and perfectly natural. In fact, I'll need you maintain a full erection for the next part of the exam." The doctor could feel Robert's penis throb and continue to harden as she gave him a few slow, gentle strokes, coaxing his penis to reach its full potential. As it lengthened in her hand, the doctor reached for the measuring tape again and placed the end at the base of Robert's penis. Robert's embarrassment was complete. His erect penis on display, his mother continuing to stare at his genitals, and doctor was about to measure his manhood. "Length, 7 and a half inches," she called out with Janet quickly writing down the information. The doctor then wrapped the tape around Robert's penis, "circumference, 5 and a half inches." Robert felt awkward and still embarrassed displaying an erection in front of everyone, and now hearing his measurements being called out for everyone to hear only added to his discomfort. "How many penises have they seen? How many have they measured?" he thought. He glanced again at his mother, her eyes still transfixed on his erection. "Why is she staring like that? Is she enjoying this too?" he pondered. "Thank you Janet, that will be all," the doctor concluded. And with that, Janet gave a quick smile at Robert then left the room. "You're doing great Robert," Dr. Abrams said in that warm, reassuring voice. "Now you can go ahead and have a seat on the table." Robert covered his erection and hopped up on the table. "So, Robert, your mother spoke to me about what happened and I'm here to help you both. I want you to speak frankly and answer my questions as honestly as you can. Can you do that for me?" asked the doctor? "Yes, I think so." Robert replied, still aware of his erection hidden underneath his robe. "Good," she continued. "Your mother and I know that young men your age are full of hormones and urges, and that you need to find release from time to time. It's normal and healthy for you to masturbate." Robert blushed, still feeling some embarrassment discussing the topic in front of his mother. "How often do you masturbate?" asked Dr. Abrams. Robert turned towards his mother, then looked down. "Um, once a day," he paused, "well, maybe twice a day." Dr. Abrams then turned toward Robert's mother and asked, "And was that the first time you observed your son masturbating?" "Oh, uh, yes doctor" Marilyn answered. "But you've never spoken to Robert about masturbation or discussed sexual topics?" the doctor asked. "No. I'm afraid I've always been a bit embarrassed to bring it up." Marilyn then added, "But I guess I always suspected." "Yes," added the doctor, "these topics can be uncomfortable for many families. What I'd like to do is to have both of you come to terms with Robert's masturbation and accept it as a perfectly natural part of his life. I don't want either of you to be embarrassed about it and in time, you'll be able to talk about it with each other. Both Marilyn and Robert looked at each other, somewhat skeptical, but both willing to move forward. "I've read so many stories of your success here at the Institute." Marilyn remarked. "Yes, we have an excellent success rate," replied Dr. Abrams, "and I'm sure you'll be very happy after a few visits here." Dr. Abrams them turned to Robert, stood next to the table, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Can you please lie down for me Robert?" she requested. "Marilyn, I'd like you to go ahead and stand on the other side of the table. Robert lied back, still clutching his robe, trying to conceal his naked body as his mother stood next to him on his left, the doctor on his right. "Now then Robert," Dr. Abrams said, "we're at the last part of our session today." Robert felt some relief. He wasn't sure what to expect next. It was a an eventful afternoon, first exposing his genitals to his mother and two strangers, displaying his erection, then having his measurements called out and documented. "What more could happen today?" he thought to himself. "Ok Robert, let's open your robe again please." asked Dr. Abrams as she helped pull his robe aside. Robert was again on full display in front of the doctor and his mother. Marilyn stood next to him, her eyes immediately moving down his body, stopping again to admire her son's penis. As she stared, she observed it grow quickly from semi-flaccid to fully erect. Marilyn was surprised to feel how much she enjoyed the sight of Robert's erection. "Good job Robert. I'm glad to see you're ready for this part." remarked the doctor, pleased with his regained erection. "Please take your hand and grasp your penis for me." Robert looked puzzled at first, but then slowly reached for his penis. He grasped it at the base, holding it up straight. "Very good. Now I'd like for you to show us how you masturbate." Dr. Abrams requested. "Please stroke your penis as you normally would." Both Marilyn and Robert looked at the doctor, unsure if they heard correctly. Marilyn then looked at her son as he stared back at her. She then understood what the doctor was asking. They needed to move past any stigma or embarrassment over the incident last week. In Marilyn's mind, this would help them both. What better way to accept Robert's masturbation than to observe him and encourage him. Let him know it was ok and ok with his mother. "Go ahead Robert. You can do it" Marilyn finally spoke. "It's ok. Please show us." "Yes Robert, please show us" added the doctor. As Robert began to stroke, he looked up at both the doctor and his mother, watching both of them as they stared at his penis. He started slowly, savoring the experience. He was so excited, his erection firm and throbbing. He couldn't believe how much this situation excited him. As he stroked, the doctor noticed a drop of pre-cum at the head of his penis. "Marilyn, can you reach behind you and grab that bottle?" Marilyn looked behind her, reaching for the bottle, not exactly sure of its contents. "Please pour some on Robert's penis. It will help lubricate him and should increase his pleasure." the doctor said. As Marilyn poured the viscous liquid over her son's penis, she could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down. As the squishing sounds increased, Marilyn felt herself growing excited, her heart rate increasing, and she could feel her own wetness increasing. "You're doing great Robert" said Dr. Abrams as she placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, slowly stroking up towards his testicles, then down again. "How does it feel?" "It feels really good Doctor" he replied. Robert felt like he was in a dream. There he was, masturbating in front of these two beautiful, sexy women, both encouraging him with each stroke. He knew this wouldn't last long as he felt his impending orgasm. "I'm so proud of you Robert. I'm glad you're sharing this with me" said Marilyn. She then placed a hand on her son's forehead and the other on his chest, rubbing him in a calm, nurturing manner. "Yes, keeping stroking Robert" the doctor added. When you're ready, I want you to ejaculate and release all that semen you've been storing up. Release it. Cum for us Robert. Cum for us." The Abrams Health Institute Ch. 02 Both Marilyn and Robert couldn't believe how relieved they felt after their first visit to the Abrams Health Institute. Both were unable to contain their smiles during the car ride home. They felt as if a great weight had been lifted. Once inside the front door, Marilyn turned to her son and said, "Thank you so much for coming with me to the institute, sweetheart. I think the doctor really helped us. Don't you?" "Oh definitely mom," He quickly replied. His mind still overcome with how exciting and erotic the visit to the institute was. "So, when can we go back?" His enthusiasm was difficult to hide. "We made an appointment for the 20th. That's two weeks from now." Marilyn also sensed her son's excitement and was happy with the success of the treatment. She too could not forget how sexually exciting it was to witness her son masturbating while being coached and encouraged by Dr. Abrams. Images of her son's erect penis and his ejaculation were fresh in her mind. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up," she requested, "I'm going to take a shower too then get dinner ready. Ok honey?" Once in her bedroom, Marilyn quickly began removing her clothes down to her bra and panties, entered her master bathroom and turned on the shower. Just as she began to pull down her panties, she noticed how damp they were from the day's excitement. Once naked, she began to shower. As the warmth of the water began to relax her, Marilyn soaped her body. Her hands lingering slowly over her C-cup breasts, cupping them in her hands, pausing at her nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers. As she recalled the images of her son Robert stroking his penis, her hands moved down slowly towards her vagina. Marilyn couldn't stop rubbing herself, the feelings of intense sexual excitement that had built up during the day had to be released. Just as she saw Robert's orgasm, she needed one as well. Marilyn couldn't remember the last time she masturbated. She too did not want anyone to know she what she was doing, least of all Robert. Her sexual releases came few and far between. She had often thought of buying herself some toys, wondering what it would be like to hold a dildo or experience a vibrator, but couldn't overcome her shyness to purchase one. Instead, Marilyn used her hands, and tonight, they would be all she needed. Her hands now buried between her thighs, massaging her clitoris, exploring her inner lips, a loud moan escaped as her orgasm approached. "Ohhhhh, Robert!" she yelled as she climaxed. "Oh no," she paused. Marilyn wasn't sure what she had just said, or how loud she said it. She just had the most intense orgasm she could remember and then called out her son's name in ecstasy. Quickly, she stepped out of the shower and dried, getting herself ready to prepare dinner for the both of them. Meanwhile, Robert had stepped into the hallway bathroom and readied the shower. Once naked, he paused to admire himself in the mirror, feeling a new sense of pride and excitement having just come from the most incredible experience. Thinking of the recent events, his penis quickly grew. His hands moved down towards it, eager to stroke it again but he decided, "No, not yet." He wanted to wait. Hoping, maybe, he might be able to enjoy it later with his mother, remembering what Dr. Abrams had asked. Robert jumped in the shower, hurrying to get ready for dinner. His penis remained engorged and at full erection while he soaped his body. Again and again he just couldn't resist fondling his genitals, giving them extra attention, giving his penis several strokes. Ultimately, he could not resist continuing to pleasure himself. Even with his monumental orgasm earlier in the day, he was overwhelmingly aroused. Robert's strokes became faster and faster as he gripped himself more firmly. He head of his penis, darkening in color, signaled his soon to be release. "Uh, uh, ummmph..." he moaned as he spurted his semen against the shower wall. The volume was nearly equal to his earlier ejaculation at the Institute. Each spurt decreasing in power, Robert continued to stroke himself, squeezing his penis and milking the last drops of cum. Although relieved, Robert couldn't help but think how much more exciting it would have been if his mother could have seen him. If only she was at the bathroom door, observing him, encouraging him, cheering him on. No, that would have to wait. "One step at a time," he thought to himself. He finished showering and prepared for dinner with his mother. During dinner, Marilyn and Robert happily chatted over small things, like food, Robert's school, and his car, which seemed to remain in a permanent state of disrepair. Both of them were still unable to speak directly about the events earlier in the day. After some time, it was Robert who broke the silence, much to Marilyn's relief. "Mom, do you remember what Dr. Abrams said at the end, just before we left?" he asked. "I'm not sure, honey. You mean about the next appointment?" Marilyn said, trying to conceal her true thoughts. Of course she knew what he meant. "No, um... about the um, other thing. You know, about doing that exercise again?" Robert asked, desperately trying to overcome his shyness and remain focused on the clinical nature of the exercise, rather than his more lustful thoughts. "Dr. Abrams said we should do it again, but here... you know, at home. Do you remember?" "Oh of course, sweetie. I remember now." Marilyn added, feeling relief that she didn't have to initiate the discussion. "Yes, Dr. Abrams said it would be good for us to do that again, and to talk about it. Do you mind talking about it with me honey? "No," he replied, "I think it feels good to talk about it with you. I don't think I'm embarrassed anymore." "That's wonderful to hear Robert," Marilyn sighed in relief. "I'm sorry I haven't been more open with you before about... you know, the birds and the bees. I guessed you'd just kind of figure it out on your own." "I think I would have been too embarrassed to talk about that stuff with you," Robert admitted. "But now... after going to the institute... I just feel so much better." "Well, now that we can be more open about this, I want you to know that it's ok for you to masturbate whenever you need to. I understand that you need relief and you don't have to hide it anymore. I totally fine with it. I know that you've been doing that for a while, judging from the number of tissues you leave in your waste basket," Marilyn grinned. "Oh, sorry about that mom," he replied. "Hush now, no apologies," she scolded. "Remember, we can be totally open about this now, ok?" "Yeah mom." "So Robert, I guess I want to ask you... um, ... what kinds of things do you usually masturbate to? You know, what turns you on?" she asked. "Well, um... I guess I've always liked reading stories on the internet," he said. "What kinds of stories, honey? Erotic stories?" "Yeah. Stories that usually have a young man and an older woman," he confessed. "Really? Well, I guess that does explain the video you were watching when I walked in on you. Doesn't it?" Marilyn remembered quite vividly the scene of an older, mature woman, dressed as a schoolteacher, on her knees, actively sucking on the penis of a young male student. "Um, yeah. I remember," he quietly admitted. "So you also enjoy these videos as well? Just like the stories?" as she continued her questions. "Yeah. I guess after I read some of the stories, I like to look for videos that remind me of them." "And then you masturbate to them?" "Yes." Marilyn could feel herself getting more aroused after each probing question. She was not expecting Robert to be so forthcoming with his answers, but she was thoroughly enjoying this new openness. Each question brought her closer to her understanding her son. And with each new question, Robert felt more at ease and more comfortable revealing his thoughts. Thoughts that he held secret and private, he was able now to express them with his mother. Robert loved the way his mother cared. She wasn't angry at all. She was instead supportive and nurturing. She had a gentle way of asking these very private questions and made him feel safe. And Marilyn knew that he needed that. She wanted to be helpful and supportive. She wanted to reassure him that everything was alright. And thanks to the Abrams Institute, she had the confidence to do it. "Well Robert," she finally added, "I think it's time we went to bed. Let's talk more about this tomorrow. Ok honey?" "Yeah. Thanks mom!" he said. "And if you want, um... maybe we can do that thing, um... you know... that Dr. Abrams said. You know, together? If you want?" Robert found it difficult to get the words out. He wanted so desperately to masturbate again with his mother watching. His penis was hard and straining against his pants at the thought. "Oh, you mean watch you again?" she asked him. Of course she knew exactly what he meant. "Yeah." "Yes, honey. You're right, Dr. Abrams did want us to repeat the exercise," she responded. "Let's try it tomorrow night. And if you want, I can try and find something on the internet for you to, ... you know... to help you. How does that sound?" Robert couldn't believe his ears. Not only would he be able to masturbate again with his mother watching, but she would find something for him to get aroused and show him. She would be looking for porn, just for him! He was in heaven. "Wow mom, that sounds great" he exclaimed. "I can't wait!" Marilyn found it difficult to contain her excitement. She thought how wonderful it would be to see Robert masturbating again, but this time, she would get to choose his masturbation material. The possibilities seemed endless. She couldn't wait to begin her search. Tomorrow night would be another night to remember. To be continued... The Abrams Health Institute Ch. 03 Marilyn could barely contain her excitement. She had promised her son Robert she would help select some masturbation material for him. She wasn't quite sure if this was what Dr. Abrams had in mind when she asked them to repeat the exercise they performed at the institute, but it didn't matter. Marilyn was just too caught up in the search for Robert's masturbation material. Maybe she was taking this too far, but her thoughts kept returning to Robert's penis. Oh, how she wanted to watch him again, see his penis, see him stroke it, and finally see it erupt again with his youthful semen. "This is for Robert," she reminded herself. She believed that this would help relieve any embarrassment from being caught masturbating by his mother just a few nights ago. The trauma of experiencing something like that could be terrible or even permanent, damaging Robert's psyche. No, no, she couldn't let that happen. The session with Dr. Abrams at the institute was a great first step and Marilyn was pleased at their progress in confronting their feelings about the "incident." It seemed that Robert was becoming more open, even willing to talk to his mother about some of his fantasies. It certainly couldn't have been easy for him. Marilyn felt it was her duty to ease her son's worries and make him feel safe and comfortable. She would make sure he could trust her and be completely open with her. She would help him and guide him so he would never have to feel ashamed about masturbating. As Marilyn searched the internet, she was amazed at the sheer amount of sites dedicated to Robert's "tastes", older woman/younger man, May/December romances, mature, MILF, and the list went on and on. Marilyn felt herself growing moist and more excited after each site. So many penises, so young and hard, long and short, thick and thin, yet none affected her in quite the same way that Robert's penis did. She longed to see it again, erect and proud, with Robert's hand around it stroking it firmly, and another chance to see him ejaculate in strong, white, creamy spurts. There were almost too many videos and too many sites to choose from, but then one caught her eye. It was a site with a collection of videos titled "The Interviews" but it was the caption that piqued her interest. It read, "Mature women examine young studs to see if they measure up to the task." As Marilyn clicked to watch the video, she could already tell that Robert would enjoy it and couldn't wait to share it with him. Roughly an hour later, Marilyn had finished watching all six videos in the series. She simply couldn't turn away. By the third video, her panties were already soaked as she reached down with her hand several times to try and satisfy her lust, eventually reaching orgasm twice with just minimal pressure on her clitoris. But this was not enough. Marilyn was distracted by the flashing advertisements on the side of the screen, displaying vibrators, dildos, and various other toys. She had never attempted to purchase anything like that in the past, but today, her hands simply weren't enough. She wanted something else, something inside her, something to fill her up. As she clicked on the site, an enormous list and variety of toys were displayed, categorized by type, color, g-spot, realistic, length, diameter, and even squirting. "My goodness!" she thought to herself, "there are so many!" wondering what they would feel like, especially the squirting type. It had been so long for Marilyn since she felt a man ejaculate inside her. At first, she clicked on the realistic category, wondering just how "real" some of these looked. She was shocked to see just how detailed they were, complete with sculpted mushroom heads and raised veins along their shafts. Marilyn perused several pages, impressed with some of the products, but in the back of her mind, she knew she was looking for something specific. She was looking for something that reminded her of her son. She recalled quite clearly at the Abrams Health Institute when Dr. Abrams, with the help of her nurse assistant, had taken detailed measurements of Robert's penis. At the time, Marilyn wasn't sure why they would need that information to deal with their particular problem, but it was that very same information that stuck in her memory. In order to narrow her search, Marilyn selected the "Length" category, recalling Robert's exact length of 7 ½ inches, and 5 ½ inch circumference. Then, near the bottom of the screen, she saw it. It was almost a perfect replica of Robert's penis, as if they had molded it from the real thing. It had the same shape, same shaft, same mushroom tipped head, same length and girth, and nearly the same color. Without any second thoughts, she added it to the cart, entered her shipping and payment information, and completed her order, even selecting next day delivery for her new toy. She needed it right away. She needed it inside her right away. Meanwhile, Robert decided to busy himself with landscaping chores outside the house as a way of taking his mind off the night's planned activities. He found it extremely difficult to concentrate, still thinking about his mother's proposal to find him some masturbation material to assist him while they repeat the exercise suggested by Dr. Abrams. Several times that day, Robert made several adjustments to his shorts, trying to keep his penis from tenting out obscenely in front of him. The thought of masturbating again in front of his mother was exciting him beyond control. He thought to himself how quickly and easily both Dr. Abrams and his mother were able to ease his embarrassment after being caught and helping him cope with his initial feelings of shame. What an incredible feeling it was for him at the institute to have both of them encouraging him, caring for him, and cheering him on while he masturbated. He felt so free. He just couldn't wait for the night's events. That night, during dinner, there was a definite sense of tension and eager anticipation from both Robert and Marilyn. Their small talk continued with no mention of their next exercise until near the end as Marilyn picked up the dishes. "So, honey" she finally added, "are you ready for tonight?" "Oh yeah, mom. I can't wait! Um, ...I mean I think it will be good for us," Robert added, trying contain his excitement, "you know, I think Dr. Abrams said this would help, um, you know, if we tried the exercise again." "Yes, Robert, I think this will definitely help us," Marilyn replied, "and I'm sure Dr. Abrams would be happy to know we're following her directions. Why don't you go ahead and take a shower. I'm going to finish cleaning up here then I'll meet you in your room. Ok?" "Ok mom." And with that, Robert quickly left to get himself ready. After a nice, hot shower, Robert felt warm and relaxed. As he walked from the bathroom to his room with a towel around his waist, he felt the sway of his penis and testicles. They seemed heavier, maybe due the hot shower and his relaxed scrotum, or maybe because his penis was already filling with blood in anticipation of the night's events. Either way, Robert was walking with a confidence he hadn't felt before. He couldn't wait to perform the exercise with his mother, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think that his mother would enjoy it too. He could vividly recall standing in Dr. Abrams office, exposing himself to everyone, and seeing his mother staring at his genitals. "Robert?" his mother called. "I'm almost done in here. I'll be in your room in a minute, ok sweetie?" "Ok mom!" he answered. Robert took off the towel he had around his waist and quickly put on a t-shirt and sweatpants and sat at his desk. As soon as the computer booted up, his mother walked in with something in her hands. "Ready Robert?" she asked. Marilyn struggled to hide the nervousness in her voice. "I brought these. I thought we might need them." As Robert looked down at his mother's hands, he noticed a washcloth and a small plastic container. "What's that mom?" "Oh, this is something that Dr. Abrams gave me during our last visit. It's a lubricant. She said it would help you during, um...you know... um, while you masturbate. You know, for your penis." "Oh yeah, I remember. It made it really slippery." Robert recalled. He wasn't sure if his mother knew he had been using some of her hand lotion for just that purpose. "Ok, why don't you get comfortable and I'll pull up the website I found for you." As Marilyn typed on the computer, Robert stood up and pulled down his sweatpants, freeing his nearly erect penis. Marilyn couldn't help but glance down at her son's genitals again, staring and admiring her son's manhood. "My my, you definitely look ready, don't you sweetheart?" Robert blushed, but enjoyed the way his mother stared at him. As the website emerged, Robert's eyes widened at what he saw. There were several screenshots of beautiful, mature women dressed in business attire with young men that looked about his age or slightly older. "I thought you might like these videos now that I know your, uh, tastes." Marilyn calmly explained. "Apparently, these young men are looking for a job and these ladies are there to , um, interview them and um you know, see if they have what it takes. How does that sound honey?" Robert still couldn't believe his eyes. The videos were exactly like some of the erotic stories he read on the internet and had filled his mind with numerous masturbatory fantasies. "Oh wow, mom. Uh, yeah. That looks really great!" he finally responded. "Good, I'm glad to hear it" she sighed. "I want to play this one for you. I think it's the best one of the bunch..." Marilyn tried to catch herself, but it was too late. Robert almost didn't catch his mother's last comment after being mesmerized by the screen, but he definitely heard it. "Oh my god," he thought to himself, "she watched all of them?" His penis twitched at the thought. Marilyn hit the play button on the screen and stood up behind Robert's chair. As the figures appeared on the screen, Robert's hand reached toward his penis but then stopped himself and looked up toward his mother. Sensing her son's need for approval, Marilyn quickly spoke, "It's ok Robert, you can start now. You don't have to ask." Her words were so soothing and comforting. Marilyn wanted to support her son and help him feel safe and free of guilt. Now feeling relaxed and with his mother's approval, Robert finally grasped his penis and slowly began stroking it. Marilyn reached up and put her hands on Robert's shoulders, gently massaging him, looking down at him proudly, so pleased at their new sense of openness with each other. Looking back at the computer screen, Marilyn noticed the interviewer had taken off her jacket, revealing a large bust with black bra underneath a white blouse. "Wow, look at those breasts? I bet those must make it hard for him to concentrate. What do you think sweetie?" "Uh, yeah," was all Robert was able to manage while feeling his mother's breasts press softly into the back of his head. As his attention refocused on the screen, he could see the woman starting to undress the young man, starting with his shirt, then reaching for his belt, and finally sliding his pants down. As she knelt in front of him, the camera focused on a large bulge in his underwear as her hands slowly slid up his legs toward the sizeable package. "Mmm, I bet she wants to know what's inside there." Marilyn whispered in her son's ear. The actress on screen pressed her hand against the bulge, then slowly traced her fingers along the shaft and clearly defined head of the actor's penis. With an upturned hand, she cupped his testicles, slowly massaging and feeling their weight. Almost instinctively, Robert use his other hand to mimic the actresses techniques on himself, taking time to feel his own testicles while the other hand continued its slow, methodic strokes on his penis. Up, then down, up, then down. By this time, a considerable amount of pre-cum was forming on the tip which Robert quickly smeared over the head with his thumb. As Marilyn looked down again at her son, she noticed his pace had quickened. She then reached over towards the desk and picked up the small plastic tube and asked, "Do you want me to pour some of the lubricant on you sweetie?" "Oh yes please. Thanks mom." As Marilyn poured the liquid onto her son's penis, Robert quickly spread the slippery substance along the entire length of his shaft. Marilyn enjoyed the sounds he made as he continued stroking. "Oh look honey," Marilyn pointed towards the screen, "It looks like she's got a ruler in her hand. I think she wants to know if measures up. What do you think?" Robert continued to stroke himself, mesmerized by the screen and recalling how erotic an experience it was at the institute when Dr. Abrams and Nurse Janet measured his penis in front of his mother. The video then showed the actress reach into the waistband of the actor's underwear and pulled down, releasing his erection. She then placed the ruler along side to gauge its length. As Marilyn rubbed her son's shoulders, he bent back down and whispered again into Robert's ear, "He looks as big as you do sweetheart. She looks impressed." Robert couldn't help but hope that his mother was also impressed with his own manhood even if the actor on screen extended an inch or two beyond his. He was thoroughly enjoying displaying himself to her and masturbating while she watched. As his breathing increased, so too did the pace of his hand, stroking up and down his thick shaft. On screen again, Marilyn and Robert watched as the actress took the actor's erection into her mouth and began sucking intensely. Marilyn knew how wet she was, feeling her juices begin to slide down her thigh. Her eyes going from the action on screen back to her son's penis. She then took one of her hands and reached down towards Robert's chest, massaging him and encouraging him, "You're doing great honey. Keep going. Keep going. You look so nice. I love watching you do that." Robert couldn't believe his ears. She really did enjoy watching him. The entire experience was beyond his wildest fantasies. He continued to pump himself faster and faster, sensing it wouldn't be too long before his orgasm. The video then showed the actress pull the actor's erection from her mouth, ripped open her blouse displaying her large breasts and ample cleavage. and began pumping the large shaft with both hands, aiming it towards her. "Oh my, look at that Robert" she directed. "I think she wants him to spurt all over her chest. Isn't this exciting?" There were no words to express how intensely erotic the whole situation was. Robert was masturbating in front of his mother who was cheering him on while looking at pornographic videos that she had picked out specifically for him. It was unbelievable. "Oh look! There he goes!" Marilyn exclaimed as the actor released his sperm on the actresses' breasts. The semen dripped between her large mounds and ran down her belly. "My goodness that was exciting. Wasn't it Robert?" "Oh, oh... um, ... yeah..." he gasped "Are you almost ready dear? Are you going to cum soon?" she asked. This was the first time Robert had heard his mother utter the word "cum". It seemed so naughty yet so erotic for him to hear her say it. "Yes...oh, yes mom... I think ...um, ...soon..." "That's it dear, keep stroking. Keep stroking it. Up and down. Up and down. You're doing great sweetie. Just keep going." Her words of encouragement were so exciting for him and sent his mind into a frenzy and his hand into a blur. "Cum for me sweetie. Cum for me. You can do it. Come on. Let me see it. Let me see you shoot it" She cheered. "Ohhhhhhh, mmmmm, ahhhh" he moaned has his orgasm hit. Large spurts of ejaculate flew into the air as he continued to pump his shaft. Spurt after spurt, spasm after spasm. Robert felt as if his orgasm would never end. He just continued spewing semen until his testicles were at last empty. "Oh yes, yes! That's good Robert. Yes! Oh that was wonderful!" Marilyn cheered as cheer admired the force and volume of his ejaculation. "You did a wonderful job Robert, thank you." Robert slumped in his chair and felt his penis slowly wilting in his hand as he continued to milk it slowly, making sure every drop was squeezed out. "Oh wow, mom. That was amazing!" "Yes honey, it certainly was. Here, let me get the washcloth and help you get cleaned up" she said as the reached for the small towel and began to wipe Robert's chest and stomach, collecting as much semen as she could. As she continued to clean his body, she began to wipe downward towards his genitals. She then began to wipe his penis, first the underside, then without thinking, she lifted his penis with her other hand and began cleaning his entire shaft. This was the first time she had touched his penis. At least, not since he was a baby. And he was no child anymore. She began to marvel at its weight, despite being semi-flaccid. Her small hands accentuated its girth. She had gotten used to seeing Robert's large hands gripped tightly around it. It was also at this time that Robert, still hazy from the euphoria of orgasm, realized his mother was touching him, cleaning him, and manipulating his genitals. Before his mind could fully comprehend, Marilyn finished her cleaning and released his penis. Marilyn quickly left to the bathroom and returned with the washcloth, only this time it was warm and soapy. "Here honey. How does that feel?" she asked as she wiped and cleaned his body one last time. "That feels really nice. Wow. Thank you mom. That was totally amazing" he gushed. "Your welcome sweetie. I'm glad we did this again. I'm sure Dr. Abrams would be pleased too. That reminds me," she paused, "don't forget that we have another appointment soon at the institute." "Ok mom. I won't forget." Marilyn then stood back up, leaned over and kissed her son's forehead. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. Now get ready for bed, ok? Good night son" she said as she left the room. She needed to change her panties as quickly as possible, drenched from the night's festivities. She would later need to please herself several times that night as a result of witnessing her son's incredibly erotic masturbation session. "Good night mom!" Robert lied down on his bed, his head filled with the incredible memory of this night, and began to feel his penis awakening again. "Well," he thought to himself, "there are more videos..." To be continued... The Abrams Health Institute Ch. 04 The next morning, Marilyn heard the doorbell ring. As she made her way down the hall, she fastened her robe, then heard the door open. Robert had beaten her to the door. She heard some muffled voices then the door quickly closed again. "Who was it?" Marilyn asked. "Delivery. You have a package." Robert explained. "What is it? Can I open it?" Just then, Marilyn realized what the package was. It was the realistic dildo she ordered, forgetting she marked next-day-delivery. Marilyn froze for a moment, thinking of a response. "Oh Robert, you nosy boy," Marilyn finally answered. "Just set the box on the table. I'll get to it later." Marilyn hoped that answer would suffice. "Ok mom. Well, I have to leave now. I'm going to Jeremy's house. He bought some new video games and a few of the guys are getting together." That was close, Marilyn thought to herself. "Ok honey, have a good time." "I will. Oh, and..." Robert turned as he stepped out the front door, "thanks again for... um, you know... last night. I'm really glad we got a chance to do that. And thanks for understanding." "You're welcome sweetie. I hope you had fun." Marilyn's thoughts quickly turned to last night and the experience they shared. The exercise suggested by Dr. Abrams was definitely successful in relieving any shame or guilt about Robert's masturbation. Not only was it something natural for a young man Robert's age, it was now an activity they could share together. After Robert left, Marilyn quickly turned toward the kitchen table where Robert had placed the package. She grabbed the pair of scissors from the counter and quickly began cutting the tape that sealed the box. As she opened the cardboard flaps, she could see her prize. Inside was a box with a clear cellophane window, revealing the finely sculpted and detailed phallus. Marilyn opened the inner box and pulled out the dildo. As she held it in her hand, she was amazed at how soft and skin-like it felt, yet stiff and rigid. Everything about it, its length, its girth, reminded her of Robert's erection. Marilyn found herself slowly stroking the shaft, imagining what it would be like to stroke the real thing, feeling it grow hard in her hand, imagining what it would feel like inside her. Marilyn felt herself growing moist, the heat between her legs increasing with every second. Overcome by desire, Marilyn raced to her bedroom, stripped off her robe, and lied back on her bed. As she spread her legs, she lowered the dildo towards the entrance of her wet pussy. Marilyn rubbed the head of the shaft around her lower lips, coating it first with her juices, then plunged the shaft deep inside. Immediately, she let out an audible gasp. It had been so long since she had felt anything like that, so long since she had anything inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming. Marilyn continued to pump the dildo in and out, faster and faster, trying to bury as much of the shaft as possible with plunge until she felt it hit her cervix. It only took a minute, but Marilyn felt her orgasm fast approaching, the sounds of her wetness increased as she slid the dildo in and out. "Oh... ohhhh... uhhhhh, ... ahhhhhh!!" Marilyn cried out as she climaxed. The walls of her vagina clamped down on the phallus, gripping it with each pulse of her orgasm. Marilyn finally let go of the dildo, leaving it inside her, filling her up. Almost a minute after her last spasm, she reached down, and slowly pulled out the rubber penis. She couldn't believe how intense her orgasm was. It was as if the new sense of openness with Robert had allowed her to finally be open to her own sexual needs. It was Marilyn's turn now to feel sexually open about her own masturbation. Marilyn got up from the bed and walked over to her bathroom and began to wash the dildo. As she rinsed off her own juices, she began to soap up the shaft, stroking it with her hand. Again, she paused to admire the similarities between the meticulously sculpted phallus in her hand and Robert's penis. As she continued stroking the dildo, she began to wonder what it would be like to stroke the real thing. Would Robert let her? Would he want her to? Was she going too far? Yes, she thought to herself, it's too soon. Maybe Dr. Abrams could help her and give her some guidance. Who knows what else the Dr. Abrams would prescribe for them. They still had another appointment. Over the next few days, Marilyn would continually check in on Robert. By now, she had become familiar with Robert's typical masturbation routine. He would generally masturbate once in the morning while he showered, then again at night before going to bed. Several times, Marilyn was able to peek in as Robert showered. Whether he intentionally left the bathroom door open or not was another question Marilyn wondered to herself. Perhaps he enjoyed having her watch him. She definitely enjoyed the show, especially at the moment of orgasm. Through the translucent shower door, she could see Robert's naked body, his hand firmly wrapped around his erect penis, hearing him grunt as he ejaculated, spraying his semen against the shower wall. Each time she saw him, Marilyn would retreat to her room, take her new dildo out from the dresser and bring herself to orgasm. Sometimes at night, Marilyn would come in his room, as Robert rarely left it closed, and see what new masturbation material he had found on the internet. Robert was eager to show his mother some of the new sites. As Robert pulled out his penis and began masturbating, Marilyn would stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders, whispering encouragement to Robert, even commenting on the action they witnessed on the screen. Of course the real thrill for Marilyn was watching her son stroke himself, watching his technique, and finally seeing him ejaculate. She was always amazed at the force of his ejaculation, his semen spurting high into the air, and always in prodigious amounts. When the day of the appointment at the Abrams Institute finally arrived, both Marilyn and Robert were trying to contain their excitement. "What do you think Dr. Abrams will do for our appointment?" Robert asked. "I don't know honey. I'm sure she has a plan." Marilyn answered. "She said she's helped lots of families like ours." "Will she ask us about the um, ...the assignment she gave us?" "Yes sweetie, I'm sure she will. Just remember," Marilyn turned toward Robert, "be honest. Be honest about how you feel. I think we've made good progress, don't you?" "Yeah mom, I do." Robert smiled. "And thanks again for everything." "You're welcome sweetie." After pulling into the parking lot of the Institute, Marilyn and Robert got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. After walking inside, they were greeted once again by Janet, the nurse who was present during their last visit. "Welcome back to the Abrams Health Institute Marilyn," Janet welcomed, then turned toward Robert. "And hello to you too Robert," Janet said in an even sweeter voice. "Hi Janet," Robert smiled back, remembering her from the last visit. He recalled how Janet reminded him of a sexy librarian, a woman in her fifties with black-rimmed glasses, slightly graying hair tied up in a bun, standing maybe 5 foot 2 inches, and a bit plump. Her form fitting nurses outfit seemed to accentuate her large bust. As his mother signed in, Robert tried to keep from staring at nurse Janet. "I hope we aren't too early," Marilyn commented. "No, not at all," Janet replied. "In fact, Dr. Abrams is expecting you if you'd like to go into her office." "Oh good. Thank you Janet." Marilyn turned to her son, "Are you ready Robert?" "Yeah mom!" Robert responded, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. His mind filled with excitement just thinking of what Dr. Abrams might have him do. As they both walked into the office, Dr. Abrams rose from her desk to greet them. "Well hello there and welcome back," she said cheerfully. "How are you both?" "We're doing fine doctor," Marilyn responded. "Actually, much better," she added. "Oh I'm so glad to hear that. Please have a seat so we can talk about the treatments," Dr. Abrams said as she motioned towards the two chairs facing her desk. "Now then, as I recall, these sessions were to help you both come to terms with Robert's masturbation and deal with your feelings in an open way," Dr. Abrams said as she glanced at her notes. "Masturbation is natural and healthy for young men like Robert and they need our help and understanding. During our last session we were able to observe Robert and encourage him while he masturbated. And I must say, you both did a wonderful job. Did you feel that the session helped you?" "Oh yes" Marilyn quickly answered, patting her son's thigh. "I think it definitely helped us." "Yeah," Robert added, "it definitely helped us a lot." "That's great to hear. Now, can you tell me, how about the assignment I gave you both after our session?" the doctor questioned. "Were you able to complete it?" Marilyn and Robert both turned to each other and nodded, smiling enthusiastically. "Yes doctor, we did," Marilyn answered. "Yeah, it was great!" Robert commented. "My mom really helped." "And what did she do for you Robert?" the doctor asked. "Well..." Robert turned towards his mother. "It's ok sweetheart. We can be open here," Marilyn comforted. "It was really great. Mom actually found some videos for me to watch while I... um, you know...um, masturbated" he said cautiously, feeling his penis begin to swell. "That's wonderful!" Dr. Abrams said. "I'm so glad you're taking an active approach to this. And did you get to watch him Marilyn?" "Yes doctor. I did" Marilyn answered almost bashfully, trying to hide her enjoyment of the activity. "And did you repeat this exercise more than once?" asked Dr. Abrams. "Um... yes, doctor. We did get a chance to repeat it." "That's good," Dr. Abrams encouraged. "Now, Robert, how do you feel now, about your masturbation? Are you more comfortable now, talking about it, and performing it without guilt or shame?" asked the doctor. "Yeah, I think so," Robert responded, still shifting in his seat, trying to conceal his growing erection. "I definitely don't feel bad anymore." "Great. And you Marilyn? Are you comfortable with Robert's natural need to masturbate and relieve his tension?" the doctor questioned again. "Yes. I think we've come a long way," Marilyn commented. "Wonderful," the doctor responded. "I must say, you both are progressing nicely, even faster than most of my patients. Well now, just a few more questions before we get to the next treatment. So, Robert, about how often do you masturbate now?" "Um, about two or three times a day." "And where do you usually masturbate?" "Well, I guess I'm usually in my room. Or when I'm in the shower." Robert paused, thinking about all the times he purposefully left the bathroom door open, secretly wishing his mother was watching him while he masturbated. He would even leave the door open to his room, allowing his mother to easily observe him playing with himself. At this point, Robert's penis was bulging obscenely, his hands struggling to cover it. "And when was the last time you ejaculated?" "Um, last night," Robert answered. "Good. I'm glad to hear that you're masturbating regularly." Dr. Abrams seemed pleased. "Ok Robert, I think we're ready for the next session. And judging by the front of your pants, I think you're ready too," she chuckled. "Could please step behind the screen and change into the robe, just like last time?" As Robert stood up, both Dr. Abrams' eyes and Marilyn's eyes went immediately to Robert's crotch. His erection was simply impossible to hide. Robert quickly ducked behind the screen and began to remove his clothes. "Oh, young men," the doctor quipped. "How quickly they develop erections." Marilyn smiled, trying to hold in a laugh. It was true. It seems like Robert had a perpetual erection. Or maybe he just wasn't hiding it anymore, especially since their recent openness. Robert finally emerged from behind the screen, still fumbling with the robe's tie. His erection hadn't subsided the least bit, a large bulge clearly visible as his penis poked through the material like a tent pole. "It's ok Robert," the doctor consoled, "don't worry about tying the robe. Let's step back towards the exam table where there's better light." As the Robert and Dr. Abrams walked toward the exam table, Marilyn stood up, following closely behind, eager to know what the doctor had in store for him. "I'll need to do another quick examination Robert," she explained. "If you could please hold your robe open for me." Robert opened the robe, displaying the large erection he had been unsuccessfully trying to hide. As Dr. Abrams knelt down, she looked up at Robert, smiling somewhat mischievously as she reached for his penis, taking a hold of it and squeezing it along its length. "Well, you certainly have a firm erection," Dr. Abrams commented and she continued her thorough examination of Robert's penis, finally reaching up with her other hand, cupping his scrotum. Marilyn felt herself growing moist again as she watched, admiring her son's erection, so stiff and proud, being handled by the doctor's expert hands. "Your testicles feel nice too Robert, very well developed," Dr. Abrams added as she continued massaging his genitals. "You know, since both of you have progressed so quickly after our first session, I was wondering if you would consider being part of one of my research projects." Robert and Marilyn both looked at each other, not certain what to say yet. Marilyn finally spoke, "Oh, what kind of project doctor?" Dr. Abrams stood up, facing towards Marilyn. "I'm writing a research paper on male sexuality and physical response. And I think Robert would be perfect to help add to my data." Robert was definitely intrigued. So far, he was enjoying his exam, becoming more and more aware how much he also enjoyed displaying himself in front of his mother and the doctor. "What do I need to do?" he asked. "Well," Dr. Abrams continued, "along with some of the information I've already collected from you, age, height, weight, penis size, etc, I'd like to collect data regarding the amount of ejaculate you produce, as well as recording the force of your ejaculation by measuring the distance you shoot." Robert's eyes widened, his penis twitching at the thought of cumming again in front them again. "Of course," the doctor added, "I'll need to videotape the session to document Robert's masturbatory technique and to accurately capture the data I need." Marilyn and Robert paused, not sure how to respond despite the fact that both of them were completely receptive to the idea. Robert couldn't wait to perform again and Marilyn couldn't wait to see him ejaculate again. Although Dr. Abrams knew the videotape wasn't completely necessary, she simply loved how quickly these eager young men agreed to be filmed while performing their most intimate act. Since she began filming their ejaculations nearly a month ago, she had recorded nearly a dozen young men, their ages ranging from 18 to 23, with various penis sizes, most with lengths of 5 to 6 inches, the largest at 9 inches. Dr. Abrams seemed to prefer Robert's penis to the others. She simply loved its shape, its feel. But maybe just as important, Dr. Abrams loved the way Marilyn participated during the sessions, the way she watched, how her eyes were transfixed on her son's penis. Dr. Abrams seemed to sense Marilyn's arousal, heightening her own. "Well, um, Robert," Marilyn stuttered. "You're 19 now. It's up to you. Would you like to help Dr. Abrams with her research?" Robert couldn't say yes fast enough. Of course he wanted to. He would be only too happy to. "Uh, yeah. Sure, I'll do it," he finally answered, again trying to hide his enthusiasm. During the discussion, he had forgotten how hard he was, pre-cum was already dripping from the head of his penis, forming a small pool on the floor. "Wonderful!" Dr. Abrams exclaimed. "I'll have Janet prepare the camera." Dr. Abrams made her toward her desk, pressing the button on the intercom, "Janet?" "Yes doctor?" the voice answered. "Can you please get the camera ready for our videotape session?" "Right away doctor." Janet replied. Dr. Abrams walked back towards the counter and pulled out a large sheet of paper from the drawer. As she spread the paper across the exam table, Marilyn noticed a series of marks on the paper, indicating inches and feet. She couldn't help but wonder how far Robert would shoot. She had always been impressed by the force of his ejaculations. "Ok Robert, please step over to the end of the table," Dr. Abrams directed. Robert walked over and positioned himself, his erection still leading the way. "Why don't you go ahead and take off your robe. It might get in the way of filming." This was also a bit of a lie, just another excuse to see Robert naked and to also observer Marilyn's reaction. Just as Dr. Abrams suspected, when Robert dropped his robe, Marilyn's eyes intensely scanned her son's body from head to toe, pausing to admire his well-sculpted rear, but always returning to his penis. Just then, the office door opened. It was nurse Janet carrying a video camera and its tripod. "Thank you Janet," the doctor said. "Please set it up in the usual location." As Janet positioned the camera at the other end of the table, Robert couldn't help but wonder how many times Dr. Abrams and Janet had filmed these 'sessions.' The thought of them filming other young men masturbate just fueled his arousal even further. "There we go," Janet announced. "All focused and ready to go. You can begin whenever you're ready." "Ok Robert, we're ready for you to begin," Dr. Abrams said. "But before you start, would you like some lubricant for your penis?" "Oh, uh, yes please doctor," Robert replied. Dr. Abrams turned toward Robert's mother, "Oh, Marilyn, could you please grab the bottle of lubricant? I believe it's at the end of the counter." Marilyn turned and spotted the clear plastic bottle. As she returned, Dr. Abrams spoke again, "Thank you Marilyn, and could you please pour some on Robert's penis?" Marilyn was only too eager to oblige. As she walked over toward her son, she noticed he already had his hand around his penis, firmly grasping his erection. As Marilyn poured the clear, viscous liquid, Robert began slowly stroking himself, coating the length of his shaft in the wet, slippery liquid. Janet remained at the camera, making sure to capture the perfect angle and view. At Robert's right was Dr. Abrams, standing next to him with one hand on his shoulder, the other hand moving up his thigh, gently stroking up toward Robert's scrotum. At Robert's left was his mother Marilyn. After setting down the bottle of lube, she too placed her hand on Robert's shoulder, then gently slid it down his back, lightly brushing his buttocks, then gliding her hand back up to his shoulder. All the while Robert was completely lost in the moment, slowly stroking his erection, enjoying every sensation. From the warmth of the swollen shaft in his hand, to the soft touch of Dr. Abrams' and his mother's hands, Robert was lost in a world of complete pleasure. There he was, masturbating in front of not one, not two, but now three beautiful mature women, completely focused on him, watching him stroke, up and down, slowly and deliberately. Robert couldn't be certain, but he thought he could see nurse Janet lick her lips. He wanted to put on a show for her, for Dr. Abrams, for his mother, for all of them. "That's wonderful Robert," Dr. Abrams finally said as she whispered into his ear as he stroked. "You're doing such a good job. Keep going Robert." Dr. Abrams slid her right hand just underneath Robert's scrotum, gently rubbing the back of her hand against his testicles. "What do you think Marilyn? Isn't your son doing great?" she asked again. The Abrams Health Institute That was all the encouragement he needed as Robert sped up his stroking to match the intensity of his orgasm. "Uh, uh, oooohhhh..." he moaned. Then finally, he erupted. The first spurt was a large, thick stream shooting up in the air, landing on his belly. The next, more powerful spurt shot several feet into the air and landed on his chest as well has Marilyn's hand, who stood in awe at each pulse of her son's penis. "Yes! Oh yes Robert!!" the doctor exclaimed. "Wonderful!" After several large spurts, then smaller and weaker spasms, Robert's orgasm ended. Breathless, he finally released his penis, dropping his arms to his side. Dr. Abrams then reached for Robert's penis and gripped its base, slowly stroking and milking the last few drops, making sure his testicles had given everything they had to give. "My goodness Robert, you certainly had quite a bit of semen that needed to come out. Now just relax and we'll get you all cleaned up." The doctor quickly returned with some washcloths and proceeded to wipe the semen from Robert's penis and abdomen. "Here you go Marilyn" she said as she handed some washcloths to his mother. Marilyn had almost forgotten that Robert's semen had landed on her hand and arm, she had been so mesmerized at the sight of his ejaculation. She then wiped the remaining semen from her son's chest. Robert had just experienced the orgasm of his life. Whatever happened next, he knew the Abrams Institute was a fantastic place and he couldn't wait to see what other treatments lied ahead for him and his mother. "Ok Robert, you can get dressed now" the doctor suggested. "Your mother and I will just need to finish some paperwork and schedule our next session." Robert slowly stood up and walked toward the screen and began to get dressed. "I can't thank you enough Dr. Abrams" Marilyn added. "I hope this helps get us back on track." "I'm sure it will Marilyn" relied the doctor. "Let's schedule our next session for the week after next. How does that work for you?" "That sounds great. Is there anything we need to do until then?" Marilyn asked? "I'd like you and Robert to discuss what happened today and how you both felt. Then, schedule a night together where you can repeat the exercise we just completed today" the doctor instructed. Both Robert and Marilyn paused for a moment, not expecting Dr. Abrams to suggest that. Yet, both felt a secret desire to do just that. Robert felt his penis swell at the thought of masturbating in front of his mother again. Marilyn couldn't wait to see her son's penis, full and erect, and witness another ejaculation. "Yes doctor, we'll see you next time and thanks again for all your help" Marilyn said as she and Robert headed out the door, smiling and feeling closer than ever before, just like the previous patients they saw leaving earlier. As they passed the front desk, Janet smiled at both of them, "Thank you both for visiting the Abrams Health Institute."