15 comments/ 154930 views/ 50 favorites Dr. Lowenstein Visits Her Nephew By: Charles Petersunn This is a story within the incest section. Therefore, if you don't like stories concerning incestuous relationships you really, really, really should not waste your time reading this. There is a also a bit of voyeurism and submission, but the incest clearly predominates. All of the characters in this story are at least nineteen years old. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dr. Susan Lowenstein was visiting her sister, Deborah Lowenstein, who lived in a small town in Maine. Deborah was a single mother with three children: two daughters, Emily and Amy (now ages 20 and 22, respectively), and one son, Joseph (age 19). The man of the house, Deborah's original husband, had abandoned the family soon after Joseph was born. Deborah had to raise the children on her own (she returned to her maiden name once it became clear he was never coming back). Deborah though had done a pretty good job, so she felt, as all three children had been quite well behaved growing up. Everyone had also done well in school. There had never been any significant disciplinary problems. Amy was now married, and Emily was off at college. Deborah though had always felt a little inadequate in the parenting of Joseph. She felt considerably more comfortable in the raising of Amy and Emily. She felt that Joseph would have benefitted from the presence a strong masculine figure, someone whom he could emulate and get advice and guidance concerning all things masculine. It wasn't that Joseph was effeminate. He had all the usual male interests, but he was not particularly skilled athletically, perhaps because he never had a father or older brother with whom he could play and learn the skills of masculine sports. He tried out for little league but was never picked for a team, which was rather embarrassing, to say the least. He knew it was fruitless to try out for any sport in junior high or high school. Plus, he was very awkward and insecure around girls, generally acting rather submissively deferential. One might think that he would feel quite comfortable around girls, and relate to them well, having lived in a house confined to females for much of the nineteen years of his life. But, instead, he actually felt rather inadequate around girls, finding them rather intimidating. Joseph was the baby of the family, and had often been treated as such, never being taken too seriously as a (let alone the) "man of the house." Women, to him, were the powerful ones, the ones in charge, perhaps at times even a bit scary, particularly when it came to matters of sex and sexuality. Joseph was still a virgin, and he so much didn't want to be. But, he just felt so insecure around women. He had never tried very much with any one of the girls he dated. It had been difficult enough to ask for a date. He wasn't about to try anything with her during the course of the date, and few girls ever developed much interest in further dates with him. He just seemed so nervous, uncertain, and awkward. It wasn't that Joseph was unattractive, although he was a bit on the thin side, with glasses, and a mild problem with acne. But, his facial features were really rather nice, even cute. He would though much prefer to be thought of as ruggedly handsome than boyishly cute. Joseph would be entering college next year and he did not look forward to leaving home. He should in fact be going this year but he wanted to put it off. He just didn't feel ready to strike out on his own, and he dreaded the increased pressure to date that he would inevitably experience at college. College was the time to find one's mate, wasn't it? There would be lots more girls to choose from at college than there had been in his small town of Badger, Maine. But, that would in fact put even more pressure on him as he would have no excuse but himself for the failures he assumed he would experience. Deborah could see that her son was having some difficulties, particularly with respect to dating. She now regretted never having spoken to him about girls, or sex. At the time she felt that it really wouldn't be right for a mother to do that, although perhaps it was mostly because she felt uncomfortable about it herself. She also recognized that she had probably babied him too much, but what could she do about that now? How do you reverse such a thing? Her two daughters were quite self-confident young ladies, enjoying immensely their independent lives away from home. Emily didn't even come home for the summer, preferring instead to stay on campus. Deborah couldn't really object as Emily had a job and could afford her own apartment. Joseph, in contrast, had even broached the possibility of not going to college at all, perhaps just staying at home and getting a local job. Deborah would sorely miss his leaving, dreading herself the experience of the empty nest, living in this house all by herself. But, her son needed to be pushed off the nest. Deborah decided to invite her sister, the psychologist, to come and stay with her for a week, largely to seek her advice, and perhaps even her assistance. She could talk to Joseph and discover what the problem was. She knew that her sister was a fairly successful therapist, working primarily with young adult men and women, just like Joseph (see, for instance, "The Cornhole Championship" and "A Very Spunky Lady"). Susan Lowenstein was quite happy to do so. She had always liked Joseph. He was a very well-mannered, sweet nephew, always very respectful and considerate. But, she could also see that he was rather shy, even submissive, and a bit unhappy. It became clear that there was something missing in his life, particularly when he reached adolescence. She agreed to spend a week visiting her sister. The first evening was not significantly eventful. Everyone was just catching up on news, renewing the familial bonds. The three of them went out of their way to be pleasant, engaging, and complimentary of one another as they sat around the living room, but Dr. Lowenstein, being the astute psychologist, noticed Joseph acting a bit peculiar. He was notably quiet, yet watching her rather closely. Joseph had not been looking forward to his aunt's visit. He felt a bit intimidated by having a psychologist in the house. Who wouldn't? Plus, she was even a specialist in sex disorders, a topic for which he didn't feel particularly self-confident. There was though a plus to her visit. Dr. Lowenstein was a strikingly attractive woman, and it was second nature for Joseph to voyeuristically enjoy the sight of a pretty woman, particularly within the home. His sisters and mother had never openly displayed themselves to him, at least not fully naked, but they hadn't entirely hidden themselves either. They didn't really perceive him as a strong male figure around whom they should tread lightly. He was always just "little Joey," and they were prone to leaving doors open as they changed for bed or dressed for a date. Breakfast was sometimes really nice, as his sisters would often arrive wearing their nightclothes or just a towel (when they were in a hurry and had only time for a quick snack). They would close their bedroom or bathroom doors if there was going to be full nudity, but Joseph still got lots of peeks of his sisters, and even his mother, in various states of undress, which he always enjoyed immensely. He eventually came to learn when and where he should be for the best voyeuristic peeks, although it wasn't always real easy. At times he would take rather big risks getting caught, and if he had been caught he would have gotten into quite serious trouble, as well as probably losing most to all future voyeuristic opportunities. He had really regretted Emily leaving for college, no longer having a sister to "admire." Joseph had a very special relationship with Emily. Well, it wasn't really a relationship. It was just that their bedrooms were next to each other and he had managed to carve a very small hole in the adjoining wall, behind a picture in his room. Whenever he heard Emily getting ready for bed, or for a date, he would turn the light off in his room and spy on her, as he quietly masturbated. Those were really very wonderfully special times. He had even one time just before she had left for college watched Emily masturbate on her bed. She normally turned the light out for that and he could then only just hear her soft whimpers and moans, and the little slushing sounds of her fingers working her cunnie. That was still pretty darned good. He considered one time perhaps trying to record the sounds, for later enjoyment. Still, it was qualitatively better to be able to actually see her do it, as well as hear it. He splashed a mighty big load on the wall that night, whereas he usually was more careful to catch it in a paper towel (he did wonder if he might risk eventually leaving some odd stain on the wall, with so much repeated cum dousing). On the other hand, he also felt rather guilty for all of his voyeuristic spying. Wasn't that rather exploitative of him? Wouldn't Emily feel terribly embarrassed, if not violated, if she had discovered him? He would have hated that. He really did love his sisters, and would never want to do anything that might hurt them or his relationship with them. But, his balls did churn so when they pattered around the house, sometimes wearing only their brassieres and panties, as if he wasn't even there. How could a young man avoid getting an erection confronted with such provocatively exposed young ladies? Well, it was rather clear how his sex therapist aunt would feel about his peeping in on his sister. Most certainly she would not approve, to say the least. Regrettably, Aunt Susan did not appear, at least at first, to be as exhibitionistic as his sisters. She had arrived at their home in a rather conservative business suit, unlike the more clinging feminine dresses worn by his sisters. But, still, Aunt Susan did look rather sexy even in the business suit, as she was so very attractive. She had absolutely gorgeous big grey eyes, dark lashes, long wavy auburn hair, sweet red lips, a delicate, thin nose, prominent full breasts and a strikingly incandescent smile. For a brief moment, Joseph had the image of Julia Roberts, with spectacles, smiling at him. The conservative business suit was in fact a striking contrast to her underlying vivacious sexiness, concealing what would be such an obviously gorgeous body. Well, not actually concealing her body entirely. The skirt was rather short and Joseph was treated throughout the evening with a very delightful appreciation of her long, shapely legs, and that skirt did ride up her thighs when she was sitting on the couch, sipping her tea. She only occasionally would tug on it, trying to get it to provide a more modest presentation, but the effort was ineffective. In fact, her tugging served primarily to draw his attention to her legs, and thighs, as if she wanted him to notice. Joseph swore that if he was sitting in precisely the right location he might even be able to look up her skirt, between her thighs, and catch a glimpse of her panties. Perhaps the best news though concerning his Aunt Susan's visit was that she would be staying in Emily's old bedroom. When bedtime arrived he wouldn't have to be sitting in precisely the right location. He would in fact have the front row seat to a wonderful presentation of what precisely his aunt would look like beneath that suit. He so much looked forward to that, his cock swelling in his pants as he contemplated, anticipated, the scrumptious vision of his aunt's nude body. Joseph then realized that he was staring at his aunt's thighs as he was imagining the evening's activities and he jerked his mind back to the reality of their polite conversation, realizing that his aunt was also looking at him and perhaps noticing where he had been staring. He averted his eyes, wondering if she knew that he had been mentally undressing her. She was, after all, a psychologist, and they can be pretty good at knowing what's on your mind. His face reddened. When bedtime did finally arrive Joseph locked his bedroom door, turned off the lights, and quietly removed the picture from the wall. He smiled as the small beam of light shot into his room, and his grin broadened further as he pressed his eye to the hole to be greeted with the sight of his lovely aunt in the process of removing her suit jacket. His heart raced in anticipation as she hung it up in the closet, out of his line of vision to the right. He could not see the entire room through the peep hole. He considered getting one of those spy devices that would allow him to span the entire room but that was really too risky. His sister, and now his aunt, might see it poking through the hole. So his view remained limited but he did have access to the most important locations, specifically the bed (a bit to the left), wall mirror (directly in front of him), and most of the vanity dresser (to the right). His aunt returned back into his sight with her blouse mostly undone. She stood before the mirror, her back to him as she finished undoing the buttons, and then pulled her blouse from the tight waistband of her skirt. Joseph reached down to undo his belt, unbutton and unzip his slacks, and slip his swelling cock out from his briefs as he watched his aunt begin to pull her white silk blouse free of her arms. His eyes also fixed on that soft firm round bum that was so nicely outlined by her tight skirt. Many a time this day he had wondered what her bottom would be like, naked. It did look rather nice pushing out the back of that clutching, clinging skirt. It was so, so cool that he would now soon find out. He squeezed his swollen dick. He remembered as a kid ordering these X-ray glasses that were advertised on the back of comic books. He had ordered one but soon regretted it as he had not anticipated the tension that would occur as he waited each day for the mail to arrive. He certainly didn't want his mother to question him about the strange package that had arrived in the mail for him. The company did say that it would come in a plain brown wrapper, but that itself could be rather suspicious. When it did finally arrive he was so, so disappointed. Plus, his sisters and mother were rather suspicious as to why he was wearing such silly looking glasses. He at first explained that they were 3-D glasses, which made no sense given that he wasn't looking at a movie. He then suggested that they were just novelty, joke glasses, like for a clown costume. That worked, but it did add to his image of being rather immature and infantile. Perhaps he was, given that he had bought X-ray glasses. But, most importantly, they didn't work at all. Well, the hole in the wall worked real, real well. He had admired his aunt's body all day long, imagining what she might look like beneath her outfit, and now he was finding out. When her arms were free of the blouse she gently laid it on the bed. Joseph could see by the strap across her back that she was wearing a red brassiere, and then he was treated with much more when she turned halfway around, mostly facing him. Her boobs were fantastic! They were so big, round, and full, and they were so lusciously wrapped in the red lace of her brassiere, which wasn't even a full cup. It was a balconette demi cup that provided strong underwiring to hold them up real perky while still allowing for considerable cleavage exposure. No desert was ever presented in a more deliciously alluring manner. Brassieres are perhaps the sexiest thing a woman wears, yet they were for the most part hidden beneath a blouse. What is then the point, Joseph wondered. Of course, most brassieres are more functional than provocative. Joseph was impressed that his aunt chose to wear rather sexy underthings even when there was no chance that any man would be enjoying the sight. He smiled as he indulged himself with the fantasy that she was wearing this brassiere just for him, for his pleasure. He squeezed and tugged on his dick. Aunt Susan even turned her back to the mirror, facing him directly, and then twisted her body a bit left and right, her breasts posing left and right, as she looked back over her shoulder at her bottom in the mirror, apparently considering how well her derriere appeared in her skirt. She even bent over a bit, to study the shape of her bottom as it stretched and rose, the cleavage in her brassiere opening up for him. Joseph wasn't sure what was more alluring, her bottom in the reflection or the cleavage in front. Keeping his eye glued to the hole he reached for the hand lotion on his dresser, which was located just to the right of him. He deftly pushed down on the nozzle to get a large glob of slick lubrication into the palm of his hand and then brought it to the head of his dick, which he thoroughly engulfed within his now wet, slick, slippery palm and fingers, slipping and sliding them all over and around his swollen bulb. He so much enjoyed jerking off with moisturizing lotion. It just seemed so close to what slippery soft clinging cunt flesh would feel like. His aunt turned again to more directly face the mirror and slowly slid down the zipper of her skirt, every so gradually but surely drawing it down and when it finally reached the end she held it there for a brief moment and then just let the skirt slip to the floor, gathering in a grey pile around her ankles. She bent forward as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her slip, and pulled it down over her bottom and let it gently fall to the floor as well. Joseph could have cum right then. His aunt was wearing thigh high nylons and red lace bikini panties that matched her brassiere and hugged so well, so tightly, around the curves of her sweet womanly derriere. The panties didn't even cover fully her bottom, revealing within the subtle light of her bedroom the bottom third of each pale moon. Joseph slid his fingers up and down his dick, focusing in particular on his swollen purple plum. It was quite a task to remain cautious and restrained, as his lubricated fist would make telltale slurping noises if it too rapidly slid on and off the lip of his crown. If he could hear the slushing sounds of his sister's slurping slit, his aunt could possibly hear the sounds of him masturbating as well, and she would most likely figure it out. As a sex therapist she was probably pretty good at diagnosing such sounds. Dr. Lowenstein stepped out of her skirt and bent over further to pick it up, thrusting her bottom directly back toward the young man, the cheeks of her ass swelling out to provide a much fuller, rounder shape, like two red beach balls crushed together yet expanding before the boy's eyes as she bent over. He could even now discern the sight of her cunnie pouch poking out from between her thighs. He rubbed the palm of his hand around and around the tip of his swollen crown while the tips of his fingers tickled his nerves directly beneath it, his trembling legs beginning to feel a bit weak and unsteady. His aunt walked across his line of sight, providing a nice profile of her thrusting round boobs and perky tush, and then stepped outside of his line of sight, probably to hang up the skirt along with the jacket. He certainly didn't want to cum now. That would be rather anticlimactic. He waited breathlessly for her to return, clutching his dick, and glancing at his door, reminding himself that he had indeed locked it. How horrible would it be for his mother to suddenly open the door and see him glued to the wall, his hard cock in his hand, peeping in on her sister, his aunt, while she undressed. She did eventually return, crossing his vision again, stepping over to the bed to sit down on the edge, parallel to him, to take off her nylons. A woman removing her nylons is often a very engaging, fetching sight, which is why it was so often portrayed in movies. Joseph was not himself a "leg man" but he most certainly appreciated his aunt's long, shapely gams, and she did take her good time slowly rolling the nylons down her thighs, across her knees, along her calves, and down to her ankles, the legs stretched and bent in all sorts of different poses as she did so. Joseph wondered if this might be a good time to cum. He could certainly get himself to do it. Dr. Lowenstein Visits Her Nephew But, he was glad he waited, for once she had draped both nylons around the bed posts she reached behind her body to unclasp her brassiere. Doing so caused her to thrust her breasts out further, like she was posing for some girly magazine, or brassiere advertisement. She would indeed make a very good model as she did not appear to have any evident blemishes or flaws to her skin, or her figure. He once again had the image of Julia Roberts, undressing just for him. Joseph reached for more lotion. A downside with using lotion, he found, was that one had to periodically replenish, albeit the reward for doing so was really quite nice. He quickly squeezed more into his hand while keeping his eye pressed to the hole, not wanting to miss anything for a second. Once he got a good glob in his palm he slapped it around his cock and resumed stroking, this time in a more rushed and hurried manner. It would not be long now. He watched as his aunt first pulled one strap from her shoulder, and then the other, momentarily pausing at that point, holding the cups onto her breasts with her right hand, seeming to be pondering something. After an apparent moment of reflection she removed her hand to let her two treasures slip from their confines, coming into view with a slight bobble, perhaps a little dance of freedom, appreciating their escape from the tight confines of her brassiere, their opportunity to now more openly express themselves. "Fuck!" Joseph gasped as he caught sight of those full, wonderful, snowy white round boobs, each capped by a thick red aureola, in the middle of which were two very perky pointed nipples that just seemed to be yearning to be pinched, tweaked, and sucked. Joseph knew that he was perhaps making too much noise as his hand worked hard on his dick but the tactile sensations of his cock and the visual sensations of his eye were just so fantastic. His aunt laid her brassiere around the bed pole, along with her nylons, and then once again hesitated. This time tilting her head as if she was listening for something. Joseph froze in mid-stroke. She hadn't heard him, had she? He pulled back a bit from the hole in case she looked over. He had always wondered if you could see his eyeball through the hole as well as he could see the person through the hole. The wall was really quite thin, but he felt it was thick enough to avoid that possibility. He tried testing it a few times with things stuck against and even into the hole, and then entering his sister's room while she was away to see what she might see. He never felt he could see much of anything, particularly all the way across the room. He did once though, while he was in his sister's room, undress himself for an imaginary person peeking at him through the hole, more specifically one of his two sisters. That fantasy turned out to be a lot more fun than he had anticipated, fantasizing his sister Emily watching him undress, diddling herself as she did so, and then watching him jerk off, getting so excited by the fact that her younger brother had such an amazingly big, hard cock with which he would eventually squirt and spurt his stuff all over her feminine bedroom. Just to be safe though Joseph did now pull back a bit from the wall. He had never been caught before. It would be really careless and stupid to be caught now, particularly by his aunt, the sex therapist. She would probably have him hauled off to some mental hospital for sex perverts. His sweaty face felt a bit cold at the thought of that. But, when he did not hear any sounds of her leaving the room, perhaps to confront him, he realized that she apparently wasn't at all suspicious. He pressed his eye again against the hole, just in time to see her stand up and face the mirror, her back to him. She reached behind to grasp hold of the waistband of her panties to slowly pull them down, inch by inch, gradually revealing more and more of the soft, pale white curves of her womanly moon rising in the night. Joseph gasped at the sight of her butt crack coming into view. A woman's bottom is really so sweet, particularly when it was bent over like this, thrusting back at oneself, and it is doubly, perhaps triply, fantastic when it is one that is so taboo, the bottom of one's professional but very, very sexy aunt. He knew this sight would remain fixed, burned, into his memory, coming into mind every time his aunt bent over to pick something up. The fact that she was a successful, well educated woman, normally dressed in conservative business suits made it all the more provocative and appealing that he was now gazing upon her bare-assed naked butt, thrusting back at him like she wanted him to mount her. She would be so ashamed and embarrassed if she knew what he was witnessing. "Fuck," he gasped as he even caught sight of his aunt's wrinkled little butt hole and then, beneath that, the soft round pouch of her cunnie, with her full womanly vaginal lips coming into sight. "Fuck," again he gasped louder as he felt his legs tremble, his cock jerk in his hand, and a blissful orgasmic wave course through his mind and body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he mumbled more quietly as he felt his cock twitch and jerk in his hand, spurting globs and wads of cum against the wall, imagining that he was spraying it on the magnificent, glorious naked ass of his aunt, thoroughly wetting both her anus and her cunt lips, perhaps causing her to suddenly jump up in surprise, turning around to angrily confront him but only to be instantly seduced by the sight of his big, twitching jerking squirting dick, perhaps falling to her knees to catch the last few drops within her mouth. A bit unrealistic perhaps but such are the fantasies within the midst of a climactic orgasm. Joseph gasped for breath as he pulled his eye away from the peephole to watch the remaining spurts from his cock splash onto his bedroom wall. It was a violation of his generally careful policy to usually avoid cumming directly onto the wall, but it had been so long since he had been able to use the peephole, and it was so very special the first night with his aunt. He felt he was allowed one momentary indiscretion. When he finished squeezing out the remaining cum from his dick, letting the drips fall to the floor, he heard his aunt walking across the hardwood floor toward her bedroom door. He quickly slipped his cock back into his pants, and hurriedly zipped, buttoned, and latched his belt. He then dashed to and opened his own door about the same time she had opened hers. "Oh, hello, Aunt Susan!" he cheerfully albeit a bit breathlessly exclaimed upon meeting her in the hallway. "Well, Joseph, gracious, shouldn't you be getting ready for bed?" Joseph smiled broadly, even though she, like all of the other women in the house, was treating him like he was a kid. He was nineteen years old, for goodness sake! He could be out clubbing if he wanted to. Well, he was too young for any clubs that served alcohol, but he still could be out on some date, if he could manage to ask a girl out. Well, he didn't mind how she referred to him as he had just seen her naked boobs, butt hole, and cunt. "Yes, yes, I am, Aunt Susan. I see that you're about to retire yourself." She was wearing a bathrobe, which he knew was covering an entirely naked and gorgeous body. She bent over to speak further to him, her lovely large grey eyes looking deep into his through her spectacles. Joseph was not a tall man, barely five feet three inches, contributing further perhaps to the perception within the family that he was a non-threatening, asexual boy. He really wished he could grow at least a few more inches, but there was no possibility of that happening. Still, his shortness had one brief advantage tonight and that was that it compelled his aunt to bend over to say goodnight, causing in turn the front of her robe to slightly part. He had already seen much more than just a peek into her cleavage, but seeing it again so soon, and this close, knowing how truly beautiful those breasts really were, caused his heart to flutter and his penis to twitch. "Well, you can use the bathroom first, if you wish," she offered politely. "Oh no, ma'am," he responded deferentially. He so much enjoyed the fact that just behind him, behind his partially closed door, were his globs of cum still sliding down the wall. If only she knew what he had just done, because of what he had just seen. Women may dominate him on a daily basis, but he felt that little hole did give him an upper hand, at least for a moment. It was temporary but it was quite empowering. "Guests most certainly deserve the honor. I'm in no hurry." He graciously let his aunt go first. "You're so sweet," she replied, smiling as she patted him on the head, even giving him a brief peck on his cheek, providing a very, very close and intimate glance into her opened robe, and then made her way to the bathroom, his eyes following the waving of her bottom behind her. He let go a deep sigh. He had not actually made love with her, but it was the closest he would get and he felt so pleased, so satisfied. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His aunt got up so early the next morning that Joseph missed her getting dressed, much to his disappointment. It was though appreciably riskier to use the peephole in daylight, as she might in fact notice light coming from his room. In the morning though he could avoid this problem by having all of his curtains closed, keeping the room rather dark. Joseph was disappointed that he missed his chance but he vowed not to let that happen again. He did his chores with a renewed enthusiasm that did not go unnoticed by his mother. She attributed it to him wanting to show off for his aunt, which was indeed the truth. He would be quite happy to make a good impression on her, as if that would encourage her to provide an even better show this next evening. His aunt was again wearing a business suit, which seemed a bit out of place for a summer day, away from work, but this suit was not as conservative as the one she wore the previous day. This skirt was even shorter, and on more than one occasion she bent over to make an adjustment to one of her heels, her bottom invariably pointed in his direction. The skirt would rise up and up her thighs as she slowly bent way over, almost to the point of her panties, but never quite all the way there. It was like the length of her skirt was precisely measured to just fall a centimeter short of her honeypot pouch. Plus, she kept her jacket unbuttoned, which did make sense as it was a rather warm day. However, her blouse today was quite sheer, and Joseph could see the straps and a bit of the cups of a light blue brassiere through the thin white blouse. It was particularly nice when she was engaging him in close conversation. She would invariably bend over a tad, letting the jacket open up to reveal even more of the lacy cups and cleavage. It took all of his strength to keep his eyes remained focused on hers, if in fact he was successful in doing so as the treat being placed right before his eyes was so, so difficult to resist. The little shows though ended in the afternoon when his mother and his aunt went off for the afternoon to play tennis (as well as to talk about him). Joseph cursed his missed opportunity to watch his aunt change her clothes, although he knew that it was very risky to close all of his curtains in the middle of the day. His mother might wonder what that was about. When they returned from their tennis his mother and aunt were greeted by the presence of fresh lemonade on the kitchen table. Joseph knew that this would be very much appreciated by his mother, and perhaps his aunt as well. They were indeed grateful. His aunt had a full glass while they discussed their tennis game, or lack thereof, and then she announced that she would need to change for dinner, as well as even take a shower. She excused herself. Joseph quickly followed suit, indicating that he wanted to get back to a computer game he had been playing before they had arrived back home. His mother wasn't too happy about that. He did seem to waste so much time on his computer, but he had worked very hard that morning and the lemonade had been quite considerate. So, she let him go off and play his game. Joseph almost dashed to his room. Once there he quietly shut the door, locked it, turned on the computer, and closed the curtains. He decided he could say that it was much more fun to have the room dark, as it was a horror game that occurred during the night. Once the room was sufficiently dark he made his way to the picture on the wall, carefully removing it to resume his viewing pleasure, which was well rewarded as his aunt was already down to her brassiere and panties. She was not wearing her light blue panties and brassiere though. She had on a sports brassiere and plain white panties. Well, Joseph did still find the panties to be sexy. They did at least look like girlish panties, whereas the sports brassiere just looked like a bathing suit top. However, what she was doing made up for what she was wearing. She was apparently engaged in stretching exercises, which did wonders to emphasize, accentuate, and display her many womanly curves, peeks, and mounds. She did some tummy twists, which nicely displayed her breasts (still, he wondered, it would be so, so much better without the bra). And, when she touched her toes she was considerate enough to turn her back to him so that he could get a very delightful view of her rounded bum and cunnie pouch. He swore he could see the outline of her slit. Joseph let has pants and briefs fall to the floor around his ankles as he reached for the lotion, his cock stiff and hard. The stretching did not last very long, but it was replaced by something even better. His aunt was standing sideways to the wall mirror (and to him) as she removed the brassiere, her proud firm breasts bouncing out into the open air. Joseph felt that his aunt had even better tits than his mother, although he had only seen his mother's once, at least stark naked, when he stepped into her bedroom without knocking. She had been very upset about that. Joseph experienced an odd sense of guilt preferring his aunt's boobs over his mother's. Wasn't that being a bit disrespectful? And, he hadn't really seen his mother's for very long. Perhaps they were in fact better than Aunt Susan's lusciously full and firm jugs, although right now that was hard to imagine. From his current angle he was even getting a nice appreciation of how tall and pointy were her nipples. His aunt began to massage and perhaps even caress her breasts, so Joseph preferred to imagine. He figured that she must be massaging out the redness from the brassiere's straps and under-wiring that perhaps pulled on her during the tennis game. Still, it did seem like it was more than just that. Imagine the pleasure of jerking off to the sight of his pretty aunt fondling her own boobs. She clasped her two nips within her index fingers and thumbs, and pinched and pulled on them, her head tilting back, her eyes closing, her mouth opening, her tongue caressing her lips. Joseph escalated the stroking of his cock. His aunt then reached down, grasped the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down to the floor, her bottom jutting out behind her. It was so white, so curved, so spankable. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them, directly at him. Joseph pulled his eye away from the hole as the panties were flying toward him, as if he was worried about getting hit in the eye. Of course they really weren't being flung at him, just toward him, but for a moment it felt that way. He cautiously returned his eye to the hole, to be greeted by the sight of his aunt now on the bed, on her knees and elbows, her bottom jutting up in the air. She was kneeling cross-ways on the bed such that her ass was facing directly toward him. Joseph couldn't believe his good fortune and it took all his moral strength and discipline not to finish jerking off right then and there as he was being presented with such an obscene view of his aunt. It was like she was displaying herself to be mounted, her bottom so stretched and curved, the crack of her ass somewhat parted, exposing her curly butt hole and, of most interest to Joseph, her soft fleshy cunt, in full view, which appeared to be even glistening with moisture in the soft light of the bedroom. "Oh police officer," he could hear his aunt loudly moan, "must I really display myself in such a manner? This is so shamefully embarrassing." His aunt was masturbating to some obscene fantasy? And he gets to watch! And listen! She apparently did not appreciate how thin this wall was. This is surely the luckiest day of his life! She reached back between her thighs to caress her wet swollen slit. "Oh I'm so, so wet, officer. Please don't look. Please don't watch me do it. It's just so, so shameful." She worked her fingers around and around her slit, drawing forth more and more moisture, distributing it throughout her cunnie, at times squeezing and plying her thick womanly lips, at other times rubbing and grinding her fingers against her clit, her hips squirming, her butt thrusting and grinding in the air. "Please, officer," she begged, "I'm a professional psychologist. You shouldn't be making me do such a thing," but she continued to ply and pry at her lips and clit. Joseph had always wondered if he walked in on one of his sisters in the heat of her masturbation whether she might in fact welcome him, needing so much at that precise moment the thick hard cock of a man. Perhaps in her lustfully clouded and confused state of mind she would reach out for him, perhaps even beg him to fuck her. But, of course, that was only a ridiculous fantasy. Quite the opposite was much more likely to occur, but it was still such a nice fantasy. "Please, officer," his aunt begged. "Please look away. You can listen but at least don't watch," as she screwed a finger up into her wet, swollen, tight hole, her butt squirming, twisting, and humping on the penetrating finger He did seriously consider opening the door in the midst of Emily's masturbation, enjoying her shocked embarrassment at being caught in such a shameful act. But, he would also get into big trouble for that, as he had in fact gotten into trouble the one time he witnessed his mother's bare tits. . "Oh no, oh on, oh no, I'm getting so, so close, so shameful, so embarrassing," she gasped, her hips twisting and squirming on her finger. Joseph reached for more lotion, applying a big thick glob, imagining that his aunt's cunt would be as slippery slick as his fist which he gripped tightly around his dick, fucking with his thrusting pelvis, forcing his cock through his fist as his aunt forced her finger up her cunt. His aunt looked back behind her, through her spectacles, toward the hole in the wall, directly at him, and exclaimed, her eyes wide with fright, "Oh please, officer, you're not going to thrust that into me, are you? Not your baton! It's much too big! Oh please don't do that," and she groaned throatily as she jammed three fingers up into her wet throbbing cunt. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "that feels so fucking good. It's so, so fucking big!" She buried her face in a pillow and gasped, moaned, and groaned on the bed, the room filling as well with the slurping and slushing sounds of her three fingers plunging in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. She brought the fingers of her other hand back to continue the diddling of her cunt. Joseph had never seen a more obscene masturbatory display, and this one was live, by his aunt, his professional, successful aunt humping and gyrating her upraised ass on the bed while she pretended to be fucked by a police officer's baton. He knew he was a very lucky nephew to have such an aunt. Dr. Lowenstein Visits Her Nephew She turned her head back again, as if to speak to the officer, looking up at the imaginary officer through her spectacles. "I know I broke the law," she pleaded, "but must I be punished in such a humiliating and degrading manner? Please, oh fuck..." Joseph applied even more lotion to his dick. He would not be able to last much longer but he certainly didn't want to finish too soon. His cock was yearning so, so much to cum. "Please, officer, stop fucking me with that thing. It's just so wrong, so terribly wrong." She again buried her face in the pillow, "so degrading." Joseph could barely hear her words. She twisted her face back even further, as if trying to get the policeman to see the desperation in her eyes. "Let me just suck you off. Sir, I can do a real good job, I promise. Just let me suck on it a bit. I'll even let you cum all over my face. I'll even swallow it, if that's what you prefer. I'll be a good girl, I promise!" Joseph could feel himself getting so terribly close. He just had to let himself cum. He really couldn't wait any longer. "Oh no! No! I'm cumming! Oh please, please, look away, it's just so wrong, so bad! I'm cumming on your baton!" Dr. Lowenstein began to twitch and tremble on the bed as the orgasm swept through her loins to course throughout her body. She squeezed her thighs together, crushing the fingers of both hands against and inside her quivering, convulsing cunt. Joseph gushed a mighty load of thick gism onto the wall of his room. He could not have timed it better as he got to watch his aunt's epileptic quivering as the blissful waves of his own orgasm wracked his body, accompanied by jerks of his dick and spewing of further globs and wads of gism from his thick swollen purple knob onto his recently cleaned wall. "Please, please, shoot your load on my ass while I cum. It would feel so, so fucking good." And Joseph obliged the best he could, imagining that he was indeed that officer that was satisfying his aunt in a most obscene way, providing his sloppy sticky gism all over her butt while he continued to fuck her with the baton. "Mmmmmm," his aunt groaned as she lowered her ass down onto the bed and lay there awhile, still clutching her wet, dripping hot cunt, her fingers remaining squeezed between her clenching thighs, her body occasionally twitching in the after shocks of her climax. "So fucking good," she softly moaned, "your hot wet cum feels so, so nice." Joseph's own sighs were much quieter as the last few splats squirted from his dick. He did though step back from the wall, and went to his knees on the floor, feeling overwhelmed, wasted, and so, so good. An orgasm is so fundamentally pleasurable, so satisfying. He had never used drugs but he could not imagine that anything could be better than this. "Thank you, Aunt Susan," he quietly whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The rest of the day was rather awkward, at least for Joseph. After her shower his aunt had come out from the bathroom wearing a very thin and short summer dress. It was quite pretty, sprinkled with all sorts of little butterflies and birds, but one could hardly call it modest as it clung so closely, so tightly against her body, her breasts and bottom. And, it was quite apparent that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her boobs kept wiggling and jiggling with any little movement. It was so very difficult for Joseph not to openly ogle them. He wondered if his aunt was wearing a thong, or perhaps even no panties at all! The outline of her bottom cheeks was so clearly evident through the thin clinging skirt with no apparent panty line. She explained that she had gotten so hot playing tennis that afternoon that she needed something more summery, more cool and refreshing. Joseph could see that his mother was also struck by the provocative nature of her sister's dress. He occasionally caught her glancing as well at her sister's boobs, a look of confusion and concern on her face, the both of them blushing when they caught each other staring at their guest's boobs. And, it didn't help that Aunt Susan's nipples became so distended during dinner. At one point she even appeared to gently rub her water glass against one of them, causing the nipple to stiffen even further and the moisture on the glass to soak into the thin, cotton fabric, appearing to actually expose the nipple to view through the thin cotton. Joseph's mother's mouth fell open when she saw the nipple poking through her sister's dress, as if Susan was competing in a wet t-shirt contest. She glanced at Joseph to see if he had noticed but of course he had and he quickly looking away in embarrassment as he was caught by his mother staring at his aunt's stiff teat. Deborah did her best to simply ignore it, but it was so terribly difficult and made for rather awkward dinner conversation. It was like there was a big elephant in the room that everyone knew was there but was trying to ignore, although it was quite apparent that Susan, the sex therapist, didn't seem to be at all bothered by her rather provocative exhibition. Joseph joined his aunt and mother after dinner to watch television, his eyes continuing to sneak peeks, particularly when she absent mindedly scratched a boob, causing it to bobble and wiggle beneath the thin, clinging fabric. He hardly even noticed what was on television. It was some show that his mother enjoyed. He rarely got to see what he wanted. One of his favorite shows was The Girls Next Door, but his mother forbid him to watch that, and certainly not in her presence. Regrettably, or perhaps fortunately, Aunt Susan eventually announced that she was going to retire early that evening. All that tennis had made her quite tired. She wished everyone goodnight and retired to her room. Joseph's eyes followed the teasing trail of his aunt's wagging, swaying bottom as she exited the room, but then he flushed with embarrassment as he realized that his mother must have noticed him tracking the movements of his aunt's bottom as it made its way down the hallway to her guest bedroom. His heart was racing so hard. He so much wanted to follow her. But, he never went to bed this early. He had no excuse for doing so. It would be just so obvious. "Perhaps you should retire early this evening as well, Joseph," his mother suggested. "You certainly did a lot of work today. You must be awfully tired." "Oh yes, yes! Yes, you know, actually, I am, I am. That's really not a bad idea. I think I should, I mean, I will...Yes, well..." He hesitated before he stood up, not wanting to appear overly eager. "Alright then, I think I will hit the hay." He got up from the couch in a very slow and deliberate manner, not wanting to reveal his sense of urgency. "Yes, well, goodnight mother," he said as he slowly exited the room. "Yes, goodnight dear," his mother replied, noticing how peculiar he was acting. "Sweet dreams." "Yes, thank-you, " he returned, and then scurried down the hall. He rushed into his room, turned out the light, shut the door, shut the curtains, and hurriedly undid his pants. He removed his slacks and underwear completely this time, as there would be no reason to have to put them back on. Nobody would come to his room at this point. His cock was already stiff and hard, expecting, or at least hoping, for another fantastic show as he yanked the picture from the wall. He leaned into the wall, at the same time grasping hold of his cock, and glued his eye to the hole. But, there was nothing to be seen. She wasn't in there. No, wait! There she was. Actually, not really her; just her tits! She was apparently standing just inches from the hole with her dress pulled down and her boobs sticking out. All he could see were too big full white globular boobs staring right at him like a couple of blinding headlights. He jokingly wondered if she might in fact poke her nipple through the hole. It wouldn't reach all the way through but it would be nice to try to lick it through the hole. And then she moved out of sight, off to her left. He wondered where she was going. To the closet maybe? But, if she had done that she would have moved off toward her back left, not the immediate left. The immediate left led to her door. And suddenly his own door opened. In his rush, his haste, he had neglected to lock it. And now, there, standing in the doorway of his bedroom, was Aunt Susan, Dr. Lowenstein, the sex therapist, her arms folded beneath those wonderful boobs, now covered again by the flimsy summer dress, her face looking quite stern. He was standing there shamefully, next to the wall, in the dark, the picture on the floor, along with his pants and underwear, his hand on his stiff, hard erection. He had been finally caught. "Aunt Susan!" "Joseph, may I ask what you are doing?" "What?! Nothing!" What does one say at a time like that? He stepped away from the hole, hoping she wouldn't notice it, but in doing so stepping out from behind the dresser. He covered himself with his hands. Aunt Susan's voice became less stern but it was still very authoritative. "Joseph, I think it is rather obvious what you were doing, don't you?" He looked over at the pile of clothes beside him. He leaned over to pick them up. "What are you doing now, Joseph?" "What? Oh, um, I should get my clothes on. I was just changing for bed." "You're not embarrassed by this, are you, Joseph?" He picked up his pants and underwear with one hand, using the other to keep hidden the evidence of his crime. He wondered how he could get his pants back on without her seeing his erection. In any case, he was most definitely very, very embarrassed, and terribly worried. He was in such deep, deep trouble. "What? Embarrassed? Um, well..." "Joseph, it's perfectly normal for a young man to masturbate. You shouldn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about that at all." He looked at her. What was she saying? Or, at least, it was easy for her to say. She wasn't the one caught with his stiff dick in his hand peeking through a peep hole. He used his pants to further hide himself. "What? No, no, I wasn't doing that. Um, yeah, sure, no, no, I'm fine. I'll um, just get dressed here, and, well..." Dr. Lowenstein stepped further into the room, her body bathed from the light coming in from the hall, outlining her lovely curves beneath the dress. "Joseph, it's really very clear what you were doing. Your penis is erect, and I can see the light from my bedroom coming in through that hole." It was kind of hard to explain this away. Light from the hallway was streaming in but one could readily see a spot of light on the wall from her bedroom. She stepped right up to him and reached out to take hold of his slacks and underwear, "Let me have those." She pulled them away from his hand, meeting little resistance. He could have perhaps resisted but she was clearly the one in charge. He knew he was in so, so much trouble. Would he now have to register as a sex offender? Was peeking at his aunt through a hole in the wall in fact illegal? Perhaps it wasn't, as it was in his own home. He should probably get a lawyer, but just the thought of that was itself so distressing! Ignoring her entreatment to not feel so ashamed Joseph continued to apologize, although it was more for the peeping than simply for masturbating. "I really am sorry, Aunt Susan. I won't do it again. I promise. I don't know what came over me. I really am very, very sorry." "Joseph, if you apologize one more time I am going to give you a spanking." That silenced him, although largely because it was such an odd threat. He would think that a spanking would be his punishment for peeping at her, and it certainly wouldn't be the punishment for apologizing about it. "Now, you take your hands away from your penis so that your Aunt Susan can have a look at him." "Excuse me?" "Well, my gracious, young man, you saw quite a bit of your aunt, didn't you? Isn't it only fair that she sees you in return?" She went back to his bedroom door, turned on the ceiling light, and then shut and locked the door. It was understandable that she would demand to see his erection, to provide further proof of his criminal behavior, although the way she put it made it sound like she actually wanted to see it. With considerable trepidation he removed his hands, quite relieved that he had by now lost most of his erection. His cock in fact looked pretty good to him as it was still swollen enough that its size was rather impressive, particularly for such a short guy and if you didn't realize it was in fact partially erect. Dr. Lowenstein contemplated it a bit, her thumb resting beneath her chin, a finger stretch across her lips. Joseph shifted his feet self-consciously. He was reminded of when he had his first real date and his mother studied his apparel before he went out. He felt so silly then, but much, much worse now. How often do you experience an older, attractive, experienced woman studying, considering, contemplating your cock? And what was she thinking about anyway? He dared not look at it now himself as he could feel it continuing to wither under her eyes. So much for being impressive. "Well, it's a very fine specimen, Joseph, yes indeed, but don't you think it would be better if it was fully erect?" "What?" "Let me see what it looks like when it's all stiff and hard." "Aunt Susan!" "Now don't be so modest, Joseph. I think I have a right to see it, don't you? Or, would you prefer that I speak to your mother about this?" Very compelling argument indeed. Joseph reached down to grasp hold of his dick. This was really quite awkward, to say the least. One does not anticipate that when your aunt visits, you will at some point be asked to jerk off for her. And, it was surprisingly difficult. He was feeling considerable pressure under the scrutiny of her authoritative gaze. Dr. Lowenstein reached over for the lotion that was on the dresser right by the hole in which he had been peeking. "Here," she suggested, "let me squirt some of this onto your penis. That should be helpful, don't you think?" "Yes, ma'am," Joseph softly responded and removed his hand so that his aunt could squirt some lotion on it. It was a good idea, and he probably should have thought of that himself, but at the moment his mind was rather confused and distracted. With the lotion on his penis his fingers slipped and slid up and down his shaft and across the rounded lip of his crown with considerable ease, and enjoyment, and he fairly quickly found the blood returning to his cock, the pleasurable feeling of a growing erection returning. "There we go!" Dr. Lowenstein exclaimed. "That's a good boy now." "Yes, ma'am," Joseph replied, this time with a bit more enthusiasm, although still finding the whole thing to be rather awkward, and embarrassing. "Oh yes," Dr. Lowenstein said as her nephew's cock got bigger and bigger and bigger, to the point where it was probably at pretty much maximum strength. "Now take your hand away and let Aunt Susan see it in its full glory." Joseph did as she asked, still feeling awkward but also pretty good about himself. It was hard not to feel good when one's cock was fully stiff. It was a bit on the small size, but she was not about to convey that impression. "Oh my, yes, Joseph, that's a very handsome cock." "It is?" "Oh yes, absolutely. I've seen quite a few in my career and I must say yours is really very striking and impressive." "Really?" He was very surprised, and pleased, to hear that. "You don't see that yourself? Here," she directed him, dropping his pants and underwear at her feet,"stand over there, in front of the wall mirror and look for yourself." Joseph strode over to the mirror, his stiff dick waving and bobbing before him. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had to admit that it did look pretty darned good, at least to him, and apparently to his aunt, the sex therapist. Her professional opinion had to count for quite a lot. He even managed a bit of a smile, a rather proud one at that. "What do you think?" The doctor asked. "Well, it's not bad." "Joseph, such a modest young man. My gracious, it's so stiff, so big, thick, and mighty. My goodness you must've even scared some girls with that thing." Joseph didn't reply. He wasn't about to tell her that no girl had in fact yet seen it. She was the first female to see it erect. He was at least though very, very relieved and pleased with her positive reaction. He turned his body a bit left and right, studying his erect dick from various angles. "Look how swollen and shiny the crown is," Dr. Lowenstein continued. "It's like a big bad plug on top of a battering ram." Joseph's smile broadened. It did look pretty cool. "Oh, sometimes I am so jealous of men. It's such an impressive weapon, like a great sword, a mighty truncheon, the staff of Rah." That was perhaps going a bit far, but Joseph was not complaining. There is nothing more impressive on a guy than a really hard erect cock. It was a true sign of his masculinity, his strength and power, his fundamental manliness. "Why don't you show me how much you can squirt from that thing." Joseph's head turned quickly to look his aunt in the eye, his own expression displaying his shock and surprise. "Aunt Susan?" Did he really hear her correctly? "You heard me. I so much enjoy seeing a young man ejaculate, and I bet you have quite a bit of stuff built up in those big, hairy balls." "Aunt Susan, I don't know." He wasn't entirely sure what he didn't know: whether he really did have a lot of stuff or whether he really should do this. He wasn't even too sure he wanted to do it. Wouldn't that be a wrong thing to do? You really shouldn't ejaculate in front of your aunt. His mother most certainly would not approve. This seemed awfully weird. What kind of an aunt did he have? "Won't you please, Joseph? I see so many of my patients do it. It would be nice to see one just for fun for once." Well, perhaps it wasn't such an unusual request from a professional sex therapist. Susan spoke in her most coquettish voice,"Joseph, you're not going to reject your Aunt Susie, are you? You're not going to hurt my feelings, are you?" "Well, no, no, of course not, Aunt Susan." He wouldn't want to hurt her feelings, although it did seem rather odd that her feelings would actually be hurt. "Have you been mean like that to your little girlfriends, not letting them see you squirt your stuff?" "Um, no, no, ma'am. No. I wouldn't do that." "Well, I would hope not. Now come on and be a good boy and squirt your thick, hot cum for your Aunt Susie." "Well, um." He was beginning to lean in the direction of doing it. His mother would indeed not approve but, after all, his aunt was the professional. "Here, let me help." Dr. Lowenstein reached up and grasped hold of her breasts through her dress, cupping each one in her hands, using her thumbs to tweak the nipples back to erection. "You do kind of like looking at these, don't you, Joseph?" "Oh yes, ma'am, yes I do," he quickly confessed, his hand instinctively going back to his dick. He was no longer the least bit self-conscious about its exposure and took right to sliding his slippery fist up and down his shaft and bulb, creating quite a bit of slurping noise. "I bet you would like it even more if your aunt pulled them out, wouldn't you, Joseph." "Oh yes, ma'am, very much so," he gasped as he pumped his cock and stared at those fully hefty bags of womanly delight. "Well, I will do so, but you must agree to then do everything I ask of you for the rest of the week. Will you do that for me, young man?" "No problem, absolutely, Aunt Susan." He would have agreed to do anything at all. He couldn't really imagine what she would want him to do though, as she couldn't be terribly interested in him doing household chores. Perhaps just to run some errors for her? A very small cost indeed for what he would receive. Dr. Lowenstein Visits Her Nephew "You're very certain about this, Joseph? Anything?" "Yes, absolutely, anything at all." "That's a good boy." Keeping her eyes fixed on his, Dr. Lowenstein slowly pulled one of the thin straps from each of her soft, feminine shoulders. Once they were hanging loosely down her arms she alternated with each hand to hold the dress against a breast as she freed an arm from each strap. Once they were both free she smiled at the boy and then let the dress simply fall to the floor. It did hang briefly on the tips of her nipples, but she gave her boobs a wiggle to free it and down it went gracefully to the floor. She was now standing entirely naked before him. "Oh my gosh," Joseph softly exclaimed, and momentarily halted his stroking to admire the sight. He had seen it all before, but only through the narrow confines of a peep hole. This was now right in front of him, in full glory, at her own free will. "Do you like what you see, Joseph?" His aunt had such a gorgeous body. Her bulbous breasts were not as firm or round as they probably had been when she was younger, but they still stood up very well for her age: so prominent, so full, so deliciously womanly. The nipples were perched on them so delicately, so flirtatiously, like they were yearning to be suckled. And her hips were so narrow. She had those lovely hour-glass feminine curves. Finally, of course, not to be neglected by any means: her soft, mysterious fleshy cunt. His first one in real life, right in front of him, willfully and voluntarily presented for his interest and pleasure. He felt like he couldn't take his eyes off those thick, fleshy feminine lips. He so much wanted a closer look, but he dared not ask for that. He said quietly, almost whispering, "Oh yes, ma'am, I most certainly do." "That's so sweet, and coming from such a handsome young man." Joseph looked away, beginning to feel again a bit self-conscious. He would never refer to himself as handsome. He wondered if she was just teasing him. "Do you think they're as nice as your mother's?" "What!?" "Your mummy's, Joseph. Don't tell me you haven't thought about her lovely breasts." "Aunt Susan, please," but his dick did twitch, a tell that did not go unnoticed by the doctor, who was pretty good at reading the body language of young men. Dr. Lowenstein smiled patiently, knowingly, as she softly slid her fingers along her breasts. She tilted her head and puckered her lips as she flicked her nipples with the tips of her fingers, keeping them standing up stiff and proud, complementing well the stiffness of Joseph's dick. "Have you been thinking about me when you've masturbated, Joseph?" He had been doing more than just thinking about her, but he didn't volunteer that. "Um, well..." How do you correctly answer that question? He didn't really have to answer. "What about me do you think about? The fact that I have a Ph.D., that I'm a psychologist? Does that turn you on?" She pulled on her nipples with her fingers and thumbs, stretching her breasts out. He nodded his head, just a bit. It obviously wasn't the only thing, nor even the main thing, but it was true. His dick again twitched. She looked at him innocently as she let go of her boobs and asked, "Or is it something else, perhaps?" Joseph swallowed. She smiled sweetly at him. "Is it my big womanly breasts?" To help accentuate the point she gave them a wiggle with her shoulders, causing them to bounce and jiggle. He nodded more assertively this time and returned his hand to his cock. "Or is it because I'm your aunt, Joseph?" He didn't nod this time but his face went red, a very obvious tell. Can you really admit such a thing to your aunt, the professional sex therapist? "I just love it when a man sprays his hot wet stuff all over my breasts, and I think it might be especially nice if it's the thick creamy spunk of my sweet, young nephew. Do you think you could do that for me, Joseph?" He again nodded, feeling like he could do that pretty darned soon. "Ooooooh, that would be so nice of you, Joseph. I would really appreciate that. Or..." she added, reaching down to spread open the lips of her cunt with her fingers, obscenely exposing the pink wet inner fleshy folds, holes, and hooded clit. "Would you like to squirt on my little stiff nub? She would enjoy that so, so much," she said in a sultry, soft voice, thrusting out her cunt at him, as if she wanted him to fuck her. Joseph thrust his own hips out and squeezed hard on his shaft. "Or, perhaps somewhere else?" She turned around, her full natural breasts wobbling as she did so, to present her bottom to him, bending way over, raising her derriere high up in the air, and then even reaching back to spread open her cheeks. Looking back at him through her spectacles, she asked, "Maybe you would like to squirt your gism in here?" He most certainly would like to do that. He reached with his left hand for more lotion and sprayed quite a massive load onto his cock as his right hand continued to stroke it, now with some force and speed. "Do you see my little puckered rosebud, Joseph?" "Yes, yes, I do," he gasped. "Look, she's winking at you." She repeatedly squeezed her sphincter to give him little flirtatious winks. He was getting so close. She looked back at him, wiggling her butt as she asked, "Have you ever put your penis in a girl's bottom?" "No, of course not, Aunt Susan," he gasped. "Oh, you poor boy. It really does feel very, very nice. It's so tight in my butt. It's like doing it again for the very first time. Oh, I so wish we could do it." "What?" He suddenly halted his stroking. Would she actually let him do it with her? In there? Dr. Lowenstein though stood back up and turned around to again face him. "But, I really shouldn't do that. I don't think your mother would approve of that." He barely shook his head. His eyes were fixed on the jiggling of his aunt's boobs. His balls were churning and throbbing so lustfully. "I shouldn't even really touch your cock. That would be kind of naughty and wrong, wouldn't it, Joseph." With considerable regret he nodded. "But, I would still so much like to see you shoot all your stuff." She got down on her knees in front of him, looking up at him with her beautiful round grey eyes, sparkling beneath her spectacles, again holding her boobs up for him to admire, and enjoy. "I like it best when you squirt your cum on them. That way I can see, as well as feel, all that hot, sticky thick gooey spunk." He resumed stroking his cock, for his aunt. If that's what she wanted he would be happy to provide it. "It looks so impressive when it gushes out. I'm just so jealous I don't have a cock that does things like that. It must be so wonderful, so gratifying, so special to have such a big, manly cock that spurts and sprays thick blasts of hot wet wads. I really..." But, before she could say anything more a long stream of cum shot forth from Joseph's cock, spewing out in one long continuous white rope to splat against the tip of her nose and fall down along her lips and chin, the rest of it splashing across her upraised breasts. "Joey! Oh my! You naughty boy! You squirted your dirty nasty cum right on your Aunt Susan's nose and mouth!" "Sorry," Joseph gasped, not entirely sure if she was seriously upset or just teasing, but it had come out with such force and volume that he perhaps could not have anticipated that it would easily traverse the length of her breasts and splash against her face. However, apparently he wasn't that sorry as the first one was quickly followed by another, that also landed on her face, this time on her cheek. "Oh my gracious, what a bad, bad boy!" But, there was also a big smile on her face, stretching the thick rope of cum across her lips. Joseph was hardly listening, as his mind was absorbed by his body, by the blissful waves of his orgasm coursing through it. It just felt and looked so terribly wonderful. "Joseph!" She cried, as she continued to be splattered by quite a few additional shots and squirts, most of which had comparable force, resulting in a substantial proportion of the thick, white, viscous cum splashing on various parts of her face: her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and spectacles. Clearly though she was not the least bit upset. She repeatedly complained, "Joseph, please, please, not so much, oh my goodness, what a monstrous load my nephew has, so manly, so virile. It's just so much," but she was smiling and giggling all the time. He did though still manage to get quite a bit of cum onto her breasts as well, as she had originally requested. He didn't disappoint her in that regard, and he made certain that the last few spurts were focused specifically on those upraised white mounds of soft fully womanly flesh, like two big mountains of ice cream, now becoming deliciously decorated with his creamy thick icing of cum. When he was done he just stood there to admire the sight, and it was really one to behold. His pretty aunt was now thoroughly doused and drenched in her nephew's cum. He had felt that his orgasm that afternoon was among the best to date, but this one now clearly set the bar even higher. Dr. Lowenstein looked up at her nephew through her cum splattered spectacles and smiled, the string of cum still stretching across her lips. She licked it off. "Mmmmm, very tasty too, Joseph." She got back up on her feet, cum dripping off her face and wiggling breasts. "You think that maybe I should take a shower before I go to bed?" He considered asking if he could in fact join her, but he didn't want to push his luck, which was clearly quite considerable at the moment. He kept his mouth shut, but he did smile apologetically. He had made quite a mess. He did at least reach down to retrieve her dress. She smiled at him as he handed it to her. "Well, a gentleman as well, Joseph. I'm so impressed." "Thank you, ma'am," he replied, with great sincerity. As she turned to leave she said, "Now, next time you want to peek at me, you just let me know, alright?" "What? Yeah, um, sure." Joseph wasn't at all sure what she meant by that. His mind was still clouded by his euphoric bliss. She couldn't really be saying what he was thinking, could she? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dr. Lowenstein now had her diagnosis. Based on what her sister had described, and based as well on her own observations, it was evident that Joseph had a mother infantilization complex. Such an introjected psychological conflict can take years to overcome through psychoanalysis, but modern psychology embraces more direct and effective techniques. Plus she, and Joseph, didn't really have much time. Dr. Lowenstein decided to use a form of implosive psychodrama, developed especially for such problems. She called for a family meeting the next evening in the living room. Dr. Lowenstein was again wearing a business suit, albeit this time with a fully buttoned jacket and a skirt that reached her knees. She knew it was important to convey a professional demeanor, to both Joseph and her mother, as they might be a bit reluctant to participate in this familial therapy. Deborah Lowenstein was not entirely sure what to expect of this family meeting. Her sister had told her during tennis that she first wanted to test the limits of Joseph's awkward behavior around attractive women. That was why her sister had worn such provocative clothes the previous day. Dr. Lowenstein had also conveyed to her sister her discovery of the peep hole in the wall. Deborah was at first quite shocked and appalled, realizing that her son had probably been peeking at his sister. But Dr. Lowenstein quickly reassured her that it was quite natural and understandable given his childhood experiences and certainly consistent with his infantilization complex. She indicated that she knew what could and should be done to overcome this psychological conflict and she would be very happy to conduct some family psychodrama if her sister was willing. Well, of course she was willing. What mother would refuse to help in the treatment of her son? She would be very happy to do so, although not at all sure what her sister meant by implosive psychodrama. She had though seen quite a few movies in which psychologists conducted psychotherapy. She knew it would likely be stressful at times, perhaps opening up some old wounds, but in the end these wounds would heal and her son would be a better man for it. She even changed her clothes for the therapy session. She felt a little silly doing that, but if they were going to a therapist's office she would put on one of her nicer outfits, something that was particularly good at making her look good. She always felt better when she looked better. She studied herself in her bedroom mirror, turning her body this way and that. Her dress showed a bit of cleavage, but it was certainly nothing compared to what her sister had been wearing. She decided it would be fine. When she entered the room she noticed that her sister had pulled the drapes across the large bay front window. She wasn't too sure what to make of that. Why would they need the privacy? As the family gathered together in the living room Dr. Lowenstein explained to her sister, "It's been, of course, very difficult for a boy, for Joseph, now a young man, to live in a house dominated by pretty women." "You know, I know that has always been a problem for Joseph," Deborah quickly acknowledged. "I was..." Dr. Lowenstein held up her hand to quiet her sister. "And, apparently, the ladies were not adverse to at times displaying themselves in his presence?" "What? No, no, what do you mean? Gracious me!" "Deborah, you told me yourself that at times you would let your son see you in your slip, perhaps even just wearing brassiere and panties?" "Goodness, Susan, that was a long time ago." "Yes, and it did have its effect on your son's psychosexual development. Plus, even right now, Deborah, I believe that is quite a bit of cleavage to be offering to your son, don't you think?" Deborah glanced at Joseph who was indeed looking at her breasts. She modestly covered the exposed flesh with her hand, feeling quite self-conscious about it being the topic of conversation as well as the focus of her son's eyes. "Well, I mean, I never intended..." "No, no, of course. The intentions were all quite innocent. But, you have to understand that this titillation in the context of infantilization can be really quite difficult for the psychological and sexual health of a young man." "Really?" "Oh yes. A son can grow up, like Joseph, feeling that he isn't really a man, that he can't assert himself with an attractive woman, that he has to remain passive and inhibited around women, like a scared, frightened little puppy." "Oh my goodness," exclaimed Deborah, although knowing that everything the doctor, her sister, was saying was so very, very true. She had to admit that Joseph did often act quite nervous and timid around the ladies of the house. They had so thoroughly dominated him. Joseph knew it was all true as well, but he didn't really like being discussed like that right in front of him, particularly being described as a scared little puppy. "Well," Deborah asked, "What can I do now?" Dr. Lowenstein smiled. She knew precisely what her sister, Joseph's mother, should and could do or, more accurately, what Joseph needed to do. "Joseph needs to assert himself with the women of the house. He needs to command an authority." "Well, yes, certainly," his mother agreed. She wasn't so sure though precisely how best to do this. "Um, well, I guess, uh, perhaps, we could let him decide what to watch on television tonight and, well, lots of nights." It was certainly true that the ladies always seemed to veto whatever he wanted to watch that evening, but that was only natural, wasn't it? There had been three of them, and the majority should rule. But Deborah did cringe at the thought of having to watch what Joseph preferred, as it would probably be some sort of crime drama and she so much hated the extent of violence on television. Or, even worse, it might be that Girls Next Door show, that was all about this man taking advantage of big breasted younger women. "I'm not so sure that will really reverse the years of infantilization," the doctor asserted. "Oh, well, yes, I see. Well, um, I will be happy to cook whatever dinner he prefers. He can be in charge of that too." Dr. Lowenstein smiled. His sister was at times so naive, so simplistic in her world view. "A good meal is always nice, but hardly a means of overcoming the years of submitting, repressing, denying his manhood." "Oh, yes, of course, of course. I was just..." "No," the doctor interrupted her, "Joseph needs to assert himself directly with you, within the mother-son relationship that was central to his infantilization, to his failed maturity, and he must do so in a manner that will help him become a man, that will bring out his repressed manliness." "Oh...yes, um, of course." Deborah's voice softened, as she was only further confused by her sister's remarks. She had never gone to college herself and often found her sister's "psychologizing" to be rather obtuse. "There is a form of familial psychodrama that was developed precisely for the reversal of mother-son masculine infantilization. It's a form of role play that has proven very successful in resolving this conflicted, degenerative development." Deborah had no idea what her sister was talking about but she would certainly embrace any therapeutic exercise that would help her son become a stronger, more assertive man. "Well then, let's do it!" Susan smiled at her sister's enthusiasm. Many of her patients were considerably more ambivalent, if not resistant. This was a good sign for Joseph's therapeutic progress. She turned her attention to him. Joseph felt a twinge of anxiety sweep through him as his aunt, the therapist, turned to face him. It had been rather odd just standing there, listening to his aunt talk to his mother about him like that, but it was considerably more awkward to have the attention now on him. He swallowed, waiting for the doctor's prescription. "Joseph," Dr. Lowenstein instructed, "tell your mother to remove her dress." "What?!" Both Joseph and his mother exclaimed in unison. Dr. Lowenstein was not surprised by their reaction, although she had thought that her sister had understood what was coming. She smiled patiently at the two of them. "It is just a form of role play, trust me." "But, my dress? You want me to take off my dress in front of my son?" Now she understood why the drapes were closed. Dr. Lowenstein turned her attention back fully to her sister and gave her a very authoritative, even stern, expression. "Who is the doctor, here, Deborah? You or me?" "Well, yes, yes, I know, but, your patients really do things like this?" Dr. Lowenstein took a deep breath, her full breasts rising up within her jacket. She had been hoping more from her sister, but perhaps she should have realized that Deborah's failure to have pursued higher education and her decision to live in such a small, parochial town would contribute to a degree of provincialism. "Oh yes, it's a very effective therapeutic technique. Now, for the sake of your son, it's most important that you fully and enthusiastically embrace this treatment." Deborah could feel her heart racing. She knew that family therapy sessions could be very, very stressful. She had watched a considerable amount of Dr. Phil. But, she had never imagined it would be like this. Dr. Lowenstein shifted her attention back to Joseph. "Now, Joseph, tell your mother to remove her dress." It was paradoxical to instruct a patient to assert himself. Ideally his assertiveness should be internally driven, but that was why the psychodrama was necessary. Joseph did not have an internal engine capable of driving him forward and he needed a sort of jump-start. Dr. Lowenstein Visits Her Nephew "Yes, ma'am," he softly replied. He had agreed to do anything she asked of him. That was the understanding. He turned to his mother, his mouth suddenly a bit dry. "Uh, mother, um, well, would you, please, you know, uh..." It was surprisingly hard to get the words out. He said quite softly, "remove your dress?" "No," Dr. Lowenstein corrected him. "Speak with more authority, more command in your voice. Try it again." "Yes, um, of course, well, mother, would you please...remove your dress." "Don't ask her, don't say please. Just tell her, like you are in fact the man of the house." He said quickly, like he was swallowing some ill-tasting medicine, "Mother, remove your dress." Deborah turned to her sister. "Am I supposed to actually do it?" "Of course, of course," Susan replied. "Geez Louise," Deborah quietly replied, her face reddening as she reached behind herself to unclasp her dress and pull the zipper down. Joseph politely looked away. "Keep your eyes on your mother, Joseph," Dr. Lowenstein corrected him. "Yes, ma'am," Joseph softly replied. It wasn't that he would not enjoy watching his mother remove her dress. He did so very much indeed. In fact, that was perhaps precisely the problem and he was quite embarrassed by it. His mother was a very attractive woman, with wavy blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes, smooth white skin, a perky delicate nose, and cute rosy cheeks. What boy wouldn't enjoy seeing her removing her dress? Deborah couldn't believe she was doing this, actually removing her dress in front of her son. She surely hoped that her sister knew what she was doing. But, as she had said, she was the doctor and this was apparently a common form of therapy. She averted her eyes from her son's as she pulled her arms free of the straps. She did not though let it fall. She held it to her breasts with her hands and looked again at her sister. Must she really do this? Dr. Lowenstein spoke to Joseph. "Joseph, instruct your mother." Joseph first cleared his throat and then said, "Let it fall, mother." "Yes, son," she quietly replied and let the dress fall to her ankles. Fortunately she was wearing a rather complimentary bra and panty set. Well, maybe that was unfortunate. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. She would have been embarrassed to be seen by her sister in a rather dull and worn brassiere and panties, as her sister was always so well dressed, so sophisticated. She didn't want to come across plain and dowdy. On the other hand, it was rather awkward to be wearing such a pretty brassiere and panties in front of her son, as if she wanted him to find her provocatively attractive. She covered herself with her two hands as best she could, continuing to keep her eyes averted. Dr. Lowenstein did not object to her sister averting her eyes. That was in fact helpful for the treatment, as it was important for Joseph to sense that he was in fact in charge. Averting her eyes was an expression of submission, that Joseph had the authority and power. A woman trying to protect and maintain her modesty by covering her breasts and cunnie so ineffectively with her hands was also a rather adorable sight. However, not allowing her son to see what was beneath the dress did defeat the purpose of removing it. Dr. Lowenstein asked, "Joseph, what should your mother do now?" It was a difficult question, as it was rather open ended. There were a lot of things she could do. Perhaps the answer was to put her dress back on? She probably should do that. But, somehow he sensed that wasn't what his aunt, the doctor, had in mind. "Mother, um, remove your hands...please." "Very good, Joseph." Dr. Lowenstein was pleased that he understood, although it could have been said with more authority, more command. "Yes son," Deborah meekly replied. With her heart pumping, her hands trembling, her legs feeling a little weak, she pulled her hands away from her body and let them hang by her side. The urge to cover herself was so strong. Deborah clasped her hands behind her bottom to hold them back, thereby though thrusting her breasts out further. She turned one knee inward, as if she could hide her cunnie from her son's eyes with her thigh, but the modest pose only made her all the more endearing, like she was trying to pose for him. It was difficult for Joseph not to smile. His mother did have an awfully nice body and it was being so scrumptiously displayed in her undies. Her brassiere was a pink cotton, sprinkled all over with little red hearts, trimmed by a red lace. They provided her boobs with such a delicious roundness, even pushing them together a bit, accentuating her cleavage. It was like her boobs were being served for him on a lovely gay colorful platter. His dick swelled in his pants as he feasted his eyes on the open cleavage, the lily white valley of soft womanly breast. His eyes slowly traveled down his mother's body, past her belly button, her firm and trim abdomen, her narrow waist, down to her matching pink bikini panties with red lace trim and red hearts. The panties even had a little violet bow. He glanced back up. There was a little violet bow on her brassiere as well. He had missed that before. He looked back down, his eyes fixing on his mother's soft, full vaginal mound. There was a red heart right on the tip of the softly curved flesh. He instinctively licked his lips, and then bit the lower one as he contemplated how sexy his mother looked. He barely noticed the pink thigh high nylons. Dr. Lowenstein broke the awkward silence. "Do you find your mother attractive, Joseph?" "Oh yes, ma'am, yes I do." That might be rather evident by the growing bulge in his slacks. He was so glad that he was wearing tight briefs. Perhaps it wasn't that noticeable. He didn't want to check though as that might only draw his mother's and aunt's attention to it. "Joseph," his mother quietly whispered in protest. "Hush now, Deborah," Susan admonished her sister. She turned back to Joseph. "What would you like your mother to do now, Joseph?" Joseph knew exactly what he would like his mother to do, but such licentious thoughts with regard to one's own mother are best kept to oneself. He just shrugged. Dr. Lowenstein was disappointed but not discouraged. This treatment did invariably work but not always immediately or consistently. "Perhaps you would like your mother to pose for you?" "Geez Louise!" Deborah exclaimed. It wasn't enough that she was standing there in her undies? She also had to give him a pose? Joseph's eyes widened with delight. Yes, he most certainly would like that. He nodded his head, knowing that if he said anything he would likely sound way too eager. "Well, then, what pose should that be, Joseph?" Dr. Lowenstein pondered out loud. "What is your favorite pose for a girly model?" Whoa! That was a difficult question. He knew right away what that pose would be, but that wasn't the kind of information a guy normally wants to share with his aunt, certainly not with a sex therapist, and especially not with his mother. On the other hand, he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this be wasted. With only a bit of hesitation he asserted, "On her elbows and knees, bottom up in the air." "Oh my gracious!" Deborah exclaimed in shock. She wasn't going to have to do that, was she? "Excellent!" Susan replied, chuckling a bit. She was very pleased at how assertively Joseph had expressed his preference. "Why don't you then help guide your mother as to precisely how she should present her body." That was a bit more difficult. Joseph looked into his mother's blue eyes and saw both nervous apprehension and annoyance. He guess he could hardly blame her for that. But, it wasn't like he was doing this on purpose, or at least it wasn't his fault. This was part of the family therapy, conducted no less by her own sister. Her mother couldn't really blame him. "Mother, I would like you please get on your knees and elbows." Deborah's shoulders sagged. "And what else, Joseph," Dr. Lowenstein reminded him. "Oh yes, yes. Your, um, uh, bottom up in the air...facing me." Joseph's dick strained within his slacks and briefs, pushing out hard to the left. He really wanted to touch it, to at least shift it into a more comfortable direction so that it could grow and swell more comfortably. But he knew he couldn't do that without being noticed. Mothers will do just about anything for their sons, perhaps in fact anything, but Deborah never would have imagined having to do something like this. She turned around, facing away from Joseph, and got down onto her knees on the living room carpet. And, with another deep breath of air, she got down further, onto her hands and elbows, resting her face against her hands as she raised her bottom up to her son. She had often posed for her husband, but that had been different in more ways than one. Her poses for him were initiated by herself. They were not under his command, or even his request. Most importantly, it's quite different, to say the least, to pose like this for her son. Her face became quite hot with her flustered embarrassment. She knew she was presenting herself in a very licentious, lewd manner. Joseph's dick twitched within his briefs. His mother looked so, so sexy. She was a rather petite woman but her little bottom curved out so full and round when she stuck it out like this, the pink panties stretched tightly across her curves. Pale white quarter moon cheeks of her bottom peeked out from beneath her panties, and further below them, the panties were pulled snugly across his mother's little cunnie. Joseph gasped. His mother was displaying a camel toe! Dr. Lowenstein was very, very pleased with the pose chosen by her nephew. A woman on her elbows and knees, her bottom raised up, was a rather submissive posture and so it could have substantial therapeutic value for Joseph, helping him feel more confident, more assertive around women. "That's really very lovely, Deborah," she said, reinforcing her sister's good work. "Why don't you wiggle your bottom a little bit for your son." One small consolation with her position was that she could not see the faces of her sister and son, but it wasn't like she didn't know what they were looking at. She did as her sister instructed, wiggling her bottom like she was trying to entice her son to mount her. This felt so terribly, terribly shameful. Joseph again bit his lower lip. It took all his moral strength not to pull down his mother's panties, rip his dick from his briefs and slacks, and thrust his cock up his mother's cunt. But, of course, that would probably be going much, much too far. He was more than happy with the sight of his mother wagging her pink pantied bottom at him. He knew he would remember and treasure this moment, this sight, for years to come. "Thank you, mother," he whispered. "Your welcome, son," she whimpered back. Dr. Lowenstein was not pleased with that. He did not want Joseph to be grateful for his mother submitting herself before him. She didn't want him to abuse or disrespect her, and it would be appropriate of him to express his appreciation to his mother for providing him with sexual pleasure, but within the context of this psychodrama it was important for him to remain within a commanding role. "Alright then, Deborah, I think that's enough. You can stand up." Deborah was very relieved to hear that. She got back up on her feet to again face her sister and son, still very conscious of the fact that she was wearing only her brassiere and panties. But, apparently that would not last for long. "Joseph," Dr. Lowenstein instructed her nephew, "tell your mother to remove her brassiere." "Susan!" Deborah proclaimed in shock. Dr. Lowenstein did not turn away from Joseph. She just raised her right hand to silence her sister. "Joseph?" "Mother," Joseph said, "would you remove your brassiere, please?" It was still in the form of a request, but Dr. Lowenstein decided to let that pass. The initial steps of therapy are often just baby steps. She was confident that the young man would make further progress as they proceeded. Deborah knew that at some point she would have to put a stop to this, as any self-respecting woman, or decent mother, should. But, then again, as a mother, she did not want to fail her son. She did want to help him overcome his problems, to become a stronger, more self-confident young man. She reached behind herself to unclasp her brassiere. In doing so she thrust out her breasts toward her son. Joseph couldn't stand it any longer. He reached down to adjust the location of his stiff cock, hoping that if he did it quickly nobody would notice. Deborah's eyes widened and her face again blushed as she saw her son shift his erection so that it was now facing more straight up, which also allowed for a more evident bulge. She quickly averted her eyes. "Sorry," Joseph quietly mumbled. Dr. Lowenstein though corrected him. "I think it's wonderful Joseph that you are enjoying this exercise. It shows that you are being very responsive to the treatment." "Yes, ma'am," Joseph replied, but he still felt a bit uncomfortable about it, at least with respect to his mother noticing it. He had always worried as a kid about her catching him with an erection, like when he was masturbating under the blankets at night. No boy is terribly comfortable with having his mother catch him with a boner. Deborah gave her sister a brief glare and her face grew even redder as she let the straps of her brassiere fall from her shoulders, removed her arms, and then pulled the cups away from her breasts. "Geez Louise," she softly exclaimed, as her breasts came into view. Joseph's eyes widened, as if the whiteness of his mother's round, soft boobs was blinding to the eye. They were so fantastic! He had seen them once before, but only for a very brief second and, of course, he hadn't seen very many other ones at all. In fact, only his aunt's up close, Emily's through a peephole, and very brief glimpses of Amy's through half-open doors. His mother's were most certainly bigger than Emily's and firmer and rounder than his aunt's, at least they seemed that way to him. He now realized that his mother's boobs were probably better than his aunt's. It was perhaps true though that he was biased, as they were the breasts of his mother. "Bias" though might not be the best word. The fact that they were his mother's provided them with an extra special significance and meaning. He was gazing upon the naked boobs of his mother, and that was very special indeed. Deborah stole a quick glance at her son ogling her breasts. "Son, it's not polite to stare," she scolded him. "Sorry, mother," Joseph replied, and obediently looked away. "Deborah," her sister reminded her, "who is in charge right now?" Deborah took a deep breath, causing her breasts to swell up even further. Dr. Lowenstein suggested, "Why don't you hold them up for your son. Let him know how delighted you are with your son's interest in his mother's breasts?" Deborah rolled her eyes but did as she was instructed, cupping each of them in her hands so that her son could more readily admire and appreciate their fullness, their roundness. "Would you like to give your mother a kiss, Joseph?" "What?" Of course, any son would or should like to give his mother a kiss. Deborah was in fact at times a bit disappointed that Joseph didn't show more enthusiasm in giving her a kiss, now that he was a young man. It would though be rather awkward right now, for the both of them, with her naked breasts hanging out. Joseph though thought that perhaps it might be a nice way to reassure his mother, to provide an asexual peck on the cheek, the kind a son usually provides his mother. As Joseph stepped forward, though, the doctor corrected him. "No, no, Joseph, don't be silly. Kiss your mother where she is indicating she wants to be kissed." It was Joseph's turn to blush. The doctor clearly meant for him to kiss his mother on her breast, and probably the nipple! Deborah closed her eyes as her son leaned forward to place his lips against her left nipple, trying to be careful not to let any other part of his body touch her. A little whimper could be heard escaping Deborah's lips, her hands trembling with nervousness. Yes, family therapy sessions can be really, really difficult, and she gasped when she felt her son's lips make contact. "Now," Dr. Lowenstein further instructed, "be sure to provide a very thorough and loving kiss, Joseph. Don't be afraid to use your tongue. Maybe even nibble a bit on it with your teeth." Joseph would have to admit that he did not always like to kiss his mother as a young man, as it did make him feel like a little kid. But, this was much, much different. He didn't feel like a kid doing this! The doctor made a similar observation, speaking to her sister, she explained, "Joseph last suckled you as an infant, Deborah, which in many regards he is still today, but he now suckles you as a young man, as a lover would do, not as an infant. You are noticing the difference, are you not, Deborah?" "Uh, yeah, well, yes," she agreed, sort of, her voice a bit breathless, feeling her nipple stiffen and distend within her son's lips and against his soft, wet probing and massaging tongue. "Excellent, very, very good. We're making excellent therapeutic progress here," Dr. Lowenstein exclaimed. Deborah's breaths accelerated, her breasts heaving, feeling her son suck and nibble on her nipple. It was like this was the very first tit he had sucked, at least as a young man, as he seemed so urgent, so lustfully hungry, and her nipple naturally responded, which was quite understandable but still rather embarrassing, for a mother. She glanced over at the bay window, reassuring herself that the drapes were indeed fully closed. As Joseph continued to suckle and slurp on his mother's teat he took the opportunity to reach down and further adjust his cock, although this time he was more into giving it a squeeze than an adjustment. He knew that his mother could not see what he was doing with his hand, being hidden by her breasts and his head. His Aunt Susan could see, and he did feel a bit funny about that, but he doubted that she would mind. "Shift over to the other nipple, Joseph," Dr. Lowenstein instructed. He quickly did as he was told, eagerly drawing the other one into his lips. "Oh my, Deborah," Dr. Lowenstein observed, "you really have quite long, extended nipples, don't you, sister." "Yes, yes, I suppose," she quietly acknowledged. "They really get quite excited." Deborah sighed, which was expressing an agreement. Joseph nibbled with his teeth a bit on the new one, causing his mother to quietly whimper and nervously shift her feet. It was difficult to admit but she was getting more than just a bit excited. "I think you're mother is feeling a little unsteady, Joseph. Put your left hand around her waist to help her keep steady, and here," she said, as she took hold of his right hand, "use this one to help as well." She guided his right hand in between her thighs to firmly cup his mother's cunt within the palm and fingers of his hand. "Oh my!" Deborah gasped as she felt her son cupping her cunnie. Now, this was really very, very inappropriate. She looked at her sister with a frightened, shocked, and desperate look in her eyes. She could not believe that her sister was really serious about this. She had placed her son's hand directly on her vagina! True, she was still wearing panties, but that hardly diminished the very clearly intimately sexual nature of this contact, did it? Susan though just smiled knowingly back at her sister and nodded her head reassuringly. "Hold tightly onto your mother, Joseph. Let her know that you have a firm grip on her, that you will not let her fall, despite how weak and shaky her legs might become. She must learn to place her trust in you."