30 comments/ 148274 views/ 97 favorites Julia's New Patient By: TherapistJuliaKelly As a therapist, I am often intrigued by the teenage boys who come to me for treatment. So much sexual energy, and no place to express it! Though I would never ACT on how excited I sometimes feel in the presence of so much testosterone, I certainly have my fantasies. Perhaps you'll enjoy the following story. It also involves incest, so proceed only if you feel comfortable with getting hot over forbidden subjects! Responses welcome, but only if my full name is in the subject line. * Billy seemed a little cocky when he'd arrived. He was a new patient for Julia. He had been referred to her by a male therapist that had found him 'impenetrable'. The therapist had also told her that there was some sort of sexual issue that he thought Billy had about his mother. Julia was just fifteen minutes into her first session with him, and she was about to ask a question based strictly on her woman's intuition- and the way he appeared to be checking her out. "Do you ever fantasize about a sexual relationship with your mother, Billy?" "Wouldn't that be kinda sick?" Billy stole a glance at her "To think about something like that?" "Do YOU think it would be a 'sick' thing to imagine, Billy??" Billy hesitated. "No. No- well, maybe..." He smirked. "I guess anyone can imagine whatever, and it's not sick unless you DO that thing, am I right?" She felt that there was something there, just under the surface. Perhaps the male therapist had no way of accessing that hidden part of this young man. Julia now considered the good-looking, supposedly inexperienced 18 year-old sitting opposite her and considered that even she might have read the situation incorrectly. What if, instead of merely fantasizing about his mother, the two of them were having a sexual relationship? It was possible. Julia felt a professional obligation to find out if the young man in the chair opposite her was having incestuous relations with the woman who had birthed him. Call it professional curiosity. Julia was thirty-two. She was petite, with blonde hair, slim arms and legs, and a delicate looking body- except for her breasts. Her tits were large- rounded, and tipped with thick nipples that showed clearly unless she wore a jacket to cover them. Men always noticed her in public, and the way she dressed when out of town or on vacation tended towards the slutty. At work, though, it was important to keep up appearances. At the office, Julia tended towards tight skirts- not too short- and fitted jackets that covered her nipples just enough to give her a little control over her clients. Sometimes, if they were very good, she took the jacket off... Julia's client list was heavily weighted towards young men. She felt she had a special understanding about what makes the adolescent male tick. She found young men fascinating- the way they stared at her so obviously, the fact that they came all the time- even in their sleep... And Julia liked to give them what they wanted. She generally took off her jacket about halfway through the session, showed her clients her tits... Actually, there were very few of her patients that she didn't fuck. It wasn't unusual for a young client to enter her little therapy room, with its two chairs and its couch, and smell the scent of the boy that had just shot off there 15 or 20 minutes before. There were days when Julia Kelly unloaded the cocks of five or six teenagers in a row. She tried to keep a window open between sessions, but it seldom changed things much. She felt sexually attracted to boys as young as 15, but her private, personal policy was that her own clients be between eighteen and twenty-one years of age- for legal reasons, of course. She didn't want to worry about statutory rape charges... In the privacy of her mind, Julia actually liked the idea that Billy might have fucked his mother. Julia had had one child. James was still at home, though he had just turned eighteen. James. She had masturbated many times thinking about her own son, but she had always assumed that nothing like that could ever happen between them. But if she learned more about Billy here, she might find that incest with her lovely son was not outside the realm of possibility. "I'd like us both to be very clear with each other, Billy," Julia said. "If I am to be any use to you as a therapist, you need to be honest with me. We will be talking- in depth- about things you might be thinking in your mind. We will also talk quite honestly about what has been transpiring between you -- and your mother. So, here is my question again: Do you sexually fantasize about your mother, Billy?" "Whatever..." Billy shrugged. "Or maybe you don't need to just fantasize. Have you already actually had sexual relations with your mother, Billy?" The young man was silent- like a challenge to her. Julia leaned forward, lowered her voice, and smiled. "We're all alone here, and professional ethics forbid me from telling anyone else anything that you share with me in session, Billy." As if to make her point even clearer, Julia got up and ostentatiously locked the office door. "We're in my private office, and it's after hours. No one else is even in the building." She sat back down, and pulled her chair close. "But what's even more important is this: I'm not here to judge you or your mother. If the two of you have—have explored each other, I'm very interested in your feelings about that. Now, you can be perfectly frank with me." Julia comfortingly laid her hand on his knee. "You and your mother have been having sex, haven't you?" Billy hesitated. "Yeah, OK. We have done it..." Julia felt like she'd just been softly punched in her cunt. "Thank you, Billy, for your honesty. We can talk some more about the details if your relationship with your mother soon, but first-" Julia removed her hand, picked up a pencil and a clipboard. "-we'll find out a little more about you." "OK." "First, when did you turn eighteen?" "My birthday was in July." Julia noted that he was only a few months older than James. And he was legal. "I apologize, but I have a few questions now that are pretty personal, Billy. I hope that's OK?" Billy shrugged. "I guess." "How old were you when you first began masturbating?" "Maybe fourteen." "I see. That's about normal. How many times a day did you masturbate, on the average, before- before this new situation came about?" He looked at the floor, mumbled. "Five or six." "Thank you, Billy." Julia made a note on her pad. "And now, how has that changed?" "I—I don't... not as much..." "I see. Your mother- how shall I say it- your mother now takes care of your needs? You no longer need to masturbate to orgasm five or six times a day?" Julia was trying to keep her voice modulated and calm. Under her jacket, her tits were hard as rocks. "Yeah, I- I guess you could say that, Miss Kelly." Julia noticed him checking out her legs. While pretending to write something on her clipboard, she slowly uncrossed them and then, just as slowly, re-crossed them the other way. Julia looked up from the clipboard. "So: is it fair to say that you- and your mother- have sexual intercourse- five or six times a day?" "Well, not always like that...." "I see. Sometimes she takes care of you- in other ways?" Billy was silent. "Do I have your permission to use plain language with you, here in this room?" He shrugged. Julia took this as permission to continue. "Does your Mommy suck your cock?" "Um." "Do you call her your cocksucker, Billy?" Julia smiled sweetly. "She says she likes to—to taste me..." "I see. Does she say that you taste good?" Julia loved to suck cock. Even if there was no time to properly screw her young clients, she always ended a typical session by relieving the pressure in their balls with her sucking mouth and thick tongue. And while she seldom fucked a brand new patient on the very first meeting, she usually made him shoot off one way or another in that first hour. That was because she was curious- and very turned on- by cum. "So, Billy: does your ejaculate get a little thin or more watery after the first several cums of your day, or does it remain thick and white?" "Mostly thick and white." "I see." As she made another note on her pad, Julia felt her cunt throbbing. "And does it sometimes just dribble out, or does it always shoot out forcefully?" "It shoots out hard, Miss Kelly." "Into your mother's mouth? Or does she like you to shoot it directly onto her face?" Billy flinched. How could this therapist have known his mother's and his favorite sex game? Julia stole a glance at Billy's crotch. Just as she'd intended, all their talk about sex, his illicit relationship with his mother, and the consistency and richness of the cum he shot off was making his cock grow and strain against his pants. Now she looked up from her notes at Billy. She noted that he was trying to get a look at her fat tits under her open blazer. She felt her nipples, hard like rocks, pushing against her thin brassiere. Julia smiled. "It's OK if talking about sexual things with me arouses you, Billy." Billy was silent. Julia reached over and comfortingly laid her hand on his thigh. "I can't help noticing that your penis is getting stiff right, now. You know that happens with young men your age all the time, right, Billy?" He was too embarrassed to respond. She moved her hand in a gentle caressing motion. Billy was still silent. Julia realized that he wasn't being verbal enough to help himself therapeutically- yet. So Julia took her hand away, put down her notebook, and straightened her clothes. "Billy, I'm going to ask you a special favor now. I'd like you to stand, please." Embarrassed, Billy slowly stood. The outline of his cock showed quite obviously. After a few seconds enjoying the view, Julia also stood up. She took a few steps away, and, facing him, slowly took off her jacket. Under it, she was wearing a crisp white dress shirt that fitted her body closely. Billy's prick gave a little extra twitch under his zipper at the sight of Julia's oversized breasts straining against the material. Her nipples were protruding so much that they were creating little shadows. Julia Kelly moved in close- so close her breasts almost brushed against his chest. She looked up at the teenager and spoke slowly and softly. "I think my counseling to you would be more valuable if I could find out more about your sexual response patterns." Her pussy was throbbing as her hand came up between them. Julia rested her palm on Billy's cock lump. Billy's body jerked in surprise. "It's OK, Billy- just try to relax...". He looked down at her, focusing on her cleavage. Julia smiled up at him. "That's right, Billy..." Her cleavage was deep. "Just think of something relaxing and comforting..." Now she was applying a gentle pressure. "With your permission, Billy," she ran her fingertips lightly over the front of his pants "I'd like to discuss the situation you have with your mother- in a little more depth." She traced the length and shape of his cock with her fingertips. Billy's cock jerked under the fabric at her touch. "When was the first time you thought about having sex with your mother, Billy?" To help him remember, she stroked his penis through his pants. "Ummm..." Billy was trying to think. "Maybe it was one time I saw her dressing up to go on a date..." Julia nodded helpfully. "She asked me to help zip her up..." Julia lightly squeezed Billy's cock through his pants now. "You helped zip her up?" Julia whispered, looking up at him. "She was beautiful, yes?" "Uh huh..." "And after she went out, you masturbated thinking of her?" "Yes...." Billy closed his eyes, savoring the memory. "Your penis is getting very hard just remembering, Billy." Julia squeezed the prick a little more firmly as she drew her hand along its length. Opening his eyes, Billy looked down at Julia, again focusing on her delicate face and her fat, heavy breasts. Julia noticed, and took a little step closer, so her hard nipples were actually brushing against the teenager's chest. "Didn't you think that that was wrong, Billy?" She stroked upwards again. "To jerk off-" stroke "thinking about your own mother?" "Yeah- I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself..." "And is that how you felt when you first fucked her, Billy?" He could feel her chest heaving as she began breathing more deeply. "Did you feel 'bad' about it as your cock eased into your Mommy's wet cunt for the very first time?" "Y- yeah.. real bad.." Billy closed his eyes again- in pleasure this time. Julia felt his cock get hotter and even more swollen. If she stroked much more, would he shoot cum right into his underwear? Julia considered how nasty it would be to send him packing home to his mommy with a big wet spot on the front of his lap- a signal to her that she'd been cuckolded by her son's new therapist- but then decided on a more—therapeutic-- plan for him... "Perhaps I can assist here, Billy." Releasing her hold on his crotch, Julia knelt on the rug before her young client. His prominent bulge was right in her face. "The first thing we need to do..." she was undoing his belt and zipper "..is relieve some of that pressure you must be feeling." Whispering that it was all right, Julia eased Billy's pants down to his ankles. Slowly at first, she carefully reached up the leg-holes of his underpants, stroked the underside of his hardness with her nails, adjusted his penis so it had more room to swell. Finally, she eased the underpants down. Billy's cock sprang up, thickening in the cool air. The cock was enormous. It stood out in the cool office air. It was very thick, so stiff that it was bucking and throbbing uncontrollably up and down. Julia cradled his spongy cock head with the tips of her fingernails. "I'm going to run a few simple tests, Billy." She tugged, pulled the penis down until Billy winced, then she released it. The prick jerked back up, bucked and pulsed in front of her face. As she stared at the cock knob, the piss hole opened up and out eased a clear droplet. "Very good, Billy. Your penis is responding just right." Julia stared at the droplet. "Your cock is leaking pre-cum, just as is natural for your age and state of arousal...Are you more comfortable now that your clothes aren't holding your erection back anymore?" When he didn't respond, Julia continued her examination. "Let's perform a simple test, Billy. Does your Mommy touch your cock like this?" Julia gently wrapped her warm hand around the root of his huge, throbbing prick. Maintaining light pressure, she eased her grip towards the head. In response, several drops of sticky, milky cock juice were now oozing out of Billy's penis. Julia wiped her fingertips over the little hole in the end, coating them with spunk. With her other hand, she held the root of his prick, holding it in position. "Does this feel good to you, Billy?" Julia applied the slippery juice to his glans. Billy groaned. "Is this how your Mommy stimulates you before she relieves the pressure in your testicles?" She looked up at Billy, who was looking down at her. "I think, Billy, that it might be interesting to play a little game. Call me Mommy...." Julia smiled up at him. "while I help relieve some of that naughty tension. Is that all right with you, Little Boy?" "Yeah..." Billy was losing it. "Yes, what?" With her fingertips, she caressed the underside of his glans. "Yes, what, Little Boy?" Billy's cock was leaking. "Yes, yes Mommy." "Very good, Little Boy..." Now she moved closer. Julia's lips grazed his prickhead. Billy felt her hesitate there. Now, as he looked down at her, Julia opened her mouth and surrounded the first three or four inches of his prick with her warm breath. She paused there, looked up into his eyes, and carefully closed her lips and tongue around it, bathing it in wet warmth. "Oh, Mommy..." Now Julia coaxed the rest of her new patient's quivering sex organ, inch by inch, into her wet, sucking mouth. In a minute, his cockhead was poking the soft palate in the back of her throat. Julia liked the choking, gag reflex this produced in her. She poked it deeper, and the gag reflex squeezed Billy's sensitive glans. Billy groaned. Julia smiled back up at him, her mouth stretched around the base of his dripping, hot sex organ. Billy shuddered with pleasure. "Oh, Mommy!" he panted. "Oh god!" Every time Billy called her 'Mommy', Julia felt her own cunt twitch and cream. She eased the prick back out. It made a sucking sound as she popped it out of her mouth. "Oh, Billy! Oh, my little boy! What a big hard penis you have!" The cock was bucking in front of her face. As Julia watched, another droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip. Her clit gave a little tingle as the noted that this was the first one that was not clear. A thick, opaque, white dollop of pre-cum formed and dangled from the hole at the end of the cock. "What a nice present!" She gathered the pre-load on a fingertip, applied it to her lips in a white film. She rested her hands on the outsides of Billy's thighs, caressed up to his ass, and pulled his prick back to her mouth. As she sucked Billy and stroked his ass, Julia realized that she wanted, more than ever, to fuck her own son James. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and as she sucked Billy off, she knew that she had crossed the line from just dreaming about it to actually planning it. Julia pictured herself seducing her sweet, virgin son. She imagined his prick swelling as she caressed and teased, saw it shooting hot ropes of cum onto her face, into her pussy... She would have to make a point of asking Billy for all the details of his illicit affair with his mother. Had he fucked her in the ass yet, for instance? Did they use a rubber when her cunted her, or did the idea of maybe getting pregnant by her own boy turn her on? "I'- I'm afraid...Mommy" Billy gasped. Julia pulled his prick out of her mouth with a long, wet slurp. "What's the matter, son?" She was panting. "What are you afraid of?" "I'm ... I'm afraid I might stain your shirt, Mommy." Julia smiled at his cleverness. "Is my good boy going make a mess?" "Yes—yes, maybe. Mommy. Maybe soon." "And Mommy's clean office shirt might get sticky cum shot all over it?" Julia reached for the top button. "Unless I take it off for you?" Billy nodded, looking down. He looked very hungry. "How very considerate of you..." Julia eased her shirt off. Her fat breasts were held by just her lacy bra. "Would you like Mommy to take off her brassiere as well so you won't stain it with your sticky cum either, Little Boy?" Billy's cock, wet and erect, twitched at the suggestion. "Yes- yes please, Mommy..." She was reaching for the catch between her breasts. Now she paused. "But- wouldn't it be wrong for a Mommy to show her son her big tits?" Billy looked stricken. "Please- please Mommy. I wanna see- I gotta see..." "Well- if it will help you cum..." Julia eased the cups apart, and she kept her eyes on Billy's prick. Sure enough, as her heavy breasts came free, it jerked and leaked another dollop of thick, white opaque load. It wouldn't be long now... Julia lifted her big breasts up, pushed them together for her 'son' to enjoy as she opened her mouth wide again. She surrounded the entire length of his hard prick with her open mouth. Billy felt Julia's breath on his balls. When the head of his glans poked and touched the back of her throat, Julia finally closed her lips and mouth and tongue, hot and tight, around the entire sensitized length of his quivering hard-on. She looked up into Billy's eyes, cradled his hairy balls with her warm, liquid breast flesh, and forced the cock deep into her throat. She was just choking on it when... Julia's New Patient Ch. 02 It was Julia's second session with Billy. After her first experience with the extraordinary thickness and rich consistency of Billy's ejaculate, Julia's sexual experiences with her other young clients had seemed a little disappointing in comparison. True, she had enjoyed helping "her boys" cum, and had particularly enjoyed teaching her Monday afternoon, Todd, to eat her pussy. But in the back of her mind, last Tuesday's memory of Billy's oversized prick as it drenched her face with his unusually thick cum had preoccupied her- even as she fucked her other lovers. "Good afternoon, Billy. I trust you've had a pleasant week?" "Yeah, I been OK." "How has your time with your mother been?" Might as well get right to the part that interested her the most... "About normal." "Meaning you have been having regular sexual relations with each other, right? But you've followed my directions from the time we spoke on the phone yesterday?" "Yes, Miss Kelly." Looking over at him in his chair, Julia imagined he was telling the truth. Billy didn't look too relaxed. She had instructed him to avoid sexual contact with his mother, and moreover, to avoid touching himself or allowing himself to have an orgasm from the time they'd spoken. "Thank you, Billy. I'm sure that it might not have been easy." For a young man like Billy, this would be a considerable task. From their session last week, Julia knew that Billy would normally have ejaculated five or six times in the last 24 hours. Yes, Billy looked a little wound up. "And how is Sondra?" "What, my Mom?" "Billy, I'm using your mother's adult name. To assist with your therapy, I'm also going to ask you to call your mother 'Sondra' here in session." Julia smiled. "So: how was Sondra after I called you?" "Whatdaya mean?" Billy looked perplexed. "I am assuming that last night- and this morning- Sondra missed being –fucked- by her darling boy, right?" Julia loved saying "fuck" in session. She noticed Billy flinch a little as she lingered on that word. "I- I went out with the guys last night. She looked at me funny, I guess... This morning, I told her I had to get to school early." "I imagine Sondra is feeling a little pent up right now- as, perhaps, you are, too, Billy. But it's therapeutically appropriate that you arrive today just a little--" Julia eased out of her chair and stood up "uneasy." Julia had her blonde hair tied back in a severe bun, with just a few tendrils allowed to dangle down her neck. She was wearing her 'professional' business suit- a semi-tight green skirt, a wide belt, and a little, open bolero jacket. Her stiletto heels added another 3 inches to her petite figure, so even though Billy was over six feet tall, she was above his eye level as he sat. "So- I was thinking about our session from last week, Billy." Julia swayed her ass for Billy as she turned and walked over to the couch. She settled herself up on the couch's arm, and slowly crossed her legs. "What's the first thing that comes to mind when I mention that time to you?" She smiled. Billy shifted in his chair. "Um- you asking me to call you "Mom?"" He was trying to angle himself to see under her jacket. "Yes, Billy." To help him, Julia reached back behind her and rested one hand on the couch. The jacket opened a bit. "Did you enjoy doing that?" "Yes, Maam!" He did like it... "Please, Billy." Julia smiled. "Yes, 'Mommy'..." "Yes, Mommy..." "Very good, son..." To reward him, she leaned forward a bit, giving him a better look down her shirt. She's chosen a grey silk jersey with a rather deep neckline. Julia's warm, fat breasts were still mostly hidden by her little jacket, but her cleavage and the upper curves of her tits were available to Billy's gaze... "I also remember that you seemed to enjoy calling me 'Mommy'. You responded in a very, well, visceral way." Julia smiled, wondering if Billy knew that word. "You had a very strong orgasm, didn't you, little boy?" "Yes- yes, 'Mommy'..." Billy was getting it now- how to play the game. "You asked Mommy to take off her shirt last week, didn't you?" "I was just trying to help—" "--You said you were trying to keep my shirt from getting stained..." Julia smiled. "But Mommy knows the real reason..." She paused. Now she was easing the little jacket off her shoulders. "It's really just that you like big breasted ladies- right, Billy?" For a second, Billy was without words. Under the little jacket, Julia's silk jersey hugged her torso snugly. The bra she had on under it was a push-up. Under the silk jersey, the brassiere cradled her tits and held them up and out. The upper hem ended well below her nipples, which made them protrude and push against the jersey in a very ladylike way. Julia interrupted Billy's reverie. "I asked you a question." "Yes!" Said Billy brightly. Then he corrected himself, tried to keep his voice young for her. "Yes, I like big breasted ladies- Mommy." "Very good, little boy." He was learning fast. To reward him, she cupped her breasts for him through the silk. "Billy..." "Huh?" Billy was distracted. "Let's reach an agreement, you and I..." She squeezed, pushed the flesh together. "You are not to call Sondra "Mommy" any more. From now on, I will be your 'Mommy'." She was squeezing her tits, releasing them, squeezing, releasing... "Are we agreed?" "Um, yes, Mommy..." What else could he say, under the circumstances? "You may still fuck each other...as a matter of fact, I want you to fuck Sondra hard, Billy- every day." Julia released her breasts, lowered her hands to her waist. "You'll write down the times you fucked, and note the positions the two of you were in when she made you shoot. Is that clear, Billy?" Billy was mesmerized as Julia curled her fingers under the hem of the chemise and very, very slowly pulled it up. "But share with her that I requested you not to call her 'Mommy' any more. It's rather belittling..." "OK." As Julia raised the material and momentarily covered her face, Billy was checking out his therapist's thick, distended nipples. "Yes, Mommy, Billy." Julia threw her chemise on the floor. "Um- yes, Mommy..." Billy was staring. Julia's pointed tits were held up for him as if on two little shelves. She looked like a nineteen-fifties pinup girl. Julia pinched her nipples, twisted and pulled on the tips for him. "After all, you're a grown man now- right, little boy?" "Yes, Mommy..." Julia stood up, walked over to Billy. Her breasts were just at the level of his eyes. "Also-" she paused, very close, and whispered, as if telling Billy a secrets. "You will not fuck Sondra- or allow yourself to cum- the whole day before our meetings. Every Monday." She reached out and playfully mussed his hair. "But don't you worry-- when Billy comes in, your therapist Mommy will take care of any pressure that might have built up." She curled her hand around the back of his head, pulled him towards her. "Is Billy clear on what he has to do?" Billy could smell her. "OK- yes, yes Mommy..." She brushed her nipples across his face, then gently encouraged him to suckle. "What a good boy you are!" Julia liked her tits played with and sucked. Billy gently bit down, and she felt her pussy tingle. Then Julia reached behind, undid the bra, and released the full weight of her breasts into Billy's mouth. He buried his face in the cavern between, and she squeezed his head between her tits. They played like that for a minute or two. Billy reached around her waist and pulled her towards him more forcefully, but she pulled back again, stood away a foot or so. Julia had the tits of a sex goddess- Billy could see that. He wanted to fuck her, but Julia was making him wait again. "But Mommy's a little worried about Sondra." Julia was undoing the wide belt. Now she was easing down the zipper of her skirt. "Huh?" This big-titted therapist woman was taking off her clothes. Billy was hard under his pants. Now she was just wearing a garter belt and black stockings. And Miss Kelly was thoughtful- she had kept on her sexy high heels. To Billy, she looked like a porn star. "You see, Billy: Sondra's going to need a little help on Mondays..." Julia was wearing only the tiniest suggestion of panties. As she seated herself on the office couch opposite Billy, she did nothing to hide the way the black lace was riding up between her pussy lips. As a matter of fact, she deliberately set her high-heeled feet apart a bit so he could see her barely-covered cunt. "Mommy wants Billy to bring Sondra a present tonight." Julia was pulling a package out of a drawer beside the couch. It was a box about a foot long with a cellophane display window. In the window was a huge black dildo. "When you tell Sondra what I said- that she is not to have you from Monday at midnight until after your Tuesday therapy- tell her that it's Miss Kelly's request. And tell her--" Julia opened the box and slid out the fake cock "that Miss Kelly says to fuck herself." She held it up "With this. Tell her that your therapist says it's necessary." Billy had a closer look as Julia leaned back on the couch and spread her legs. It was very anatomically correct, with bulging veins and a pair of balls at the base. "And now, Billy, your new Mommy has a question..." She was touching the head of the dildo to the spot where her panties were just barely covering her clit. "Would my little boy like to take out his cock now?" As Billy stood up and undid his jeans, Julia applied more pressure to that spot. As his cock released from his shorts and started swelling to full thickness, she stared- and gave the head of the dildo an extra push there. Julia looked up at him standing over her. "Please just watch Mommy for now, Billy." When he tried to grab his cock, she reached out and pushed his hand away. "No touching yourself yet, thank you. Please clasp your hands behind your head, little boy." Billy had no choice but to do as Julia asked. "Like this, Mommy?" He was still wearing his t-shirt: it raised up and exposed his belly when he clasped his hands behind his head. "Yes, little boy. Just like that." Julia sank more deeply into the couch and spread her legs a little wider. "Now just observe..." With one hand, she ran her fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them to one side. She was already so excited that the material made a little wet sound and as she pulled it away from her swollen pussy. Billy had never seen a vulva so smooth and clear of pubic hair. Only a thin trimmed line ran up Julia's pubic bone, like an arrow pointing to her clit. "This is probably what Sondra will be doing on Mondays from now on." Julia intoned. She ran the head of the big black prick up and down her lips. They eased open a bit. Now she licked the cock to get the whole length wet and shiny. "If you can control yourself—ahh!" she eased the black cock-thing into her fuck hole "perhaps you'd find it useful to watch her..." As Julia fucked herself, she kept staring at the real cock that swelled and began to jerk a little as its owner watched her masturbate. She held the dildo with one hand, frigged her clit with the other, and her arms pushed her tits together in a way that Billy found almost as fascinating as watching the black dildo thing plow in and out of this nice lady's fuck hole. She was moaning and twisting under him, there on the couch. As Julia frigged herself and felt the dildo fill her cunt, she considered how she would re-box this very dildo and send it home to Billy's mother, who would fuck herself in frustration when her son withheld his hard cock from her- on Julia's orders. With that thought, she brought herself to her first orgasm. When Julia returned to full consciousness, she looked up at Billy. He still had his hands clasped behind his head- quite tightly, in fact. "How's my good boy?" Julia sang, the dildo still buried deep in her body. "Mommy's so proud of you for keeping your hands behind your head." Now she eased the black dildo out of her hole and held it up to him. "Take this, Billy" As Billy took the rubber cock, it was wet- almost steaming. "And make it clean again. Clean it off with your tongue, like a good boy." As he licked the cock up and down, frantically trying to wipe all of Julia's cunt-cream off it as instructed, she resumed lightly touching her clit. As she observed him innocently licking the fake cock, she was already approaching another orgasm. "All clean, Mommy!" Billy was already done. He held the dildo out proudly for inspection. "What a good job you've done!" cried Julia. "Now put it in its box." Billy was in such a hurry that he almost tore the cardboard. He noticed the photo of the black man printed on the box, and the name "Lexington Steele" printed there. He managed to get it in and closed the end again. Julia was hoping Sondra would notice as well. She wondered whether Sondra knew that name, or whether she might be curious enough to look it up on the web and find videos of this large black man fucking white women. She made a note to ask Sondra about that later when they met to go over Billy's progress. "Now you'll give that—oh! to Sondra tonight-- right?" Julia was already having little pre-cums imagining it. Billy nodded. "And you'll tell her—that—that it's from me—right--?" "Right, I'll give it to my mo--" Billy was watching her excite herself "to- to Sondra. And tell her it's from you." "And when she opens it, you'll tell her I said--" "—that Miss Kelly says to fuck herself. On Mondays. " Billy was getting it right. "Thank you, dear. Now, please. Put your hands behind your head." Billy hesitated. He so wanted to cum- his entire body seemed to be quivering like a tightly strung bow- but he responded correctly. "What a good boy! Now take a deep breath..." His belly was almost quaking, and, as she lowered her gaze a bit, Julia saw that somehow, through all this, Billy's prick was still in painful, pre-orgasmic erection. It was turning red. The prick was dribbling a delicate stream of clear pre-cum; some of it had run down the underside of his cock. Julia marveled again at the extraordinary virility of young men. Under proper conditions, might she make him ejaculate spontaneously without touching his prick at all? Billy had closed his eyes in frustration, was waiting for her. Julia looked up at his face just in time to see a single tear form. It swelled and released, trickling down his cheek. Then another began. How sweet! She really liked this client. Julia reconsidered her plan for today's therapy. She had been planning, after teasing Billy mercilessly, to deliver his entire load of pent-up cum with just a few swift strokes of her hand. She was going to make him shoot it all into a flask, and Julia would measure his cum while he watched. And then she would send him home with it to show Sondra. But at the sight of his tears and the realization of all the effort Billy was expending trying to control himself, she felt a surge of compassion. She also was becoming uncontrollably horny. She had already cum twice and, fingers on clit, was headed for another. "Billy, aren't your arms tired?" Julia slid lower, spread her thighs wider. "Rest them here, darling." She indicated the back of the couch on either side of her shoulders. Now Billy was hovering over Julia, his strong arms on either side of her face. They both looked down between their bodies as, with one hand, Julia spread her wet pussy lips open for him. With her other hand, she reached for his prick. As she touched it, it gave a little burp, and she saw a thick dollop of opaque cum emerge and dangle from the end. "Let's—let's give Billy a little relief, shall we?" Julia cradled the shaft of her patient's prick gingerly, with only her fingertips- she knew he was already on his edge- as was she. As she brought the fleshy, drooling tip to her cunt's opening, Julia's clit was already sliding towards another cum. This wouldn't take long for either of them. It didn't. Billy showed enough control to slowly push it halfway in. As he eased it out again, the cock was coated with a mixture of pussy juice and his own pre-cum. It slid in more easily the second time. Halfway through that stroke, Julia started cumming. With Julia's cunt orgasmically gripping and squeezing the boy's cock, it was even even harder for Billy to hold it. Still, he managed with great effort to pull out again without shooting. But as Billy forced his sensitized, aching cock into this woman's cunt the third time, he was feeling shooting fire the length of his entire organ. Now Julia felt his balls resting against her asshole. Billy paused, panting, holding back. "Don't—ungh! worry—mmm!" Julia was still cumming, unable to control her voice with much precision. And her pussy muscles were still massaging his cock. "You can- let it go now." She reached up and stroked his face. "Go ahead-- cum for Mommy." At her touch, Billy cried out in a way Julia had never heard from a man before. Her cunt clenched in response. And then Billy's cock, held deep inside Julia's hot fuck-hole, swelled and began to pump. She felt shot after shot of rich cum jerking into her. Now Billy was fucking her, pumping in and out-- panting and moaning in pleasure for the next thirty seconds, as Julia delivered him of the cock-cream that she had forbidden him to release for so long. There was so much of it that the white, warm overflow made a mess of her lips, flowed down over her asshole, and dripped onto the leather couch. A very successful session! Julia, panting, was already looking forward to the boy that would arrive after Billy left. She might just start young Jonathon out by making him lap up Billy's mess before even letting him sit down... Julia's New Patient Ch. 03 Hello! Thank you all so much for your letters of appreciation and your kind thoughts. I know that many of you have been waiting for the next installment of my story. While the following does not actually culminate in me fucking my son James, it adds background information on how all this started, and leads up to that night. I am working on the next bit, and will post it as soon as it’s ready. Thank you! J Chapter Three By that Wednesday Julia was convinced that, to remain sane, she was going to have to actually fuck her son. Role-playing with her client Billy was fun, and she was looking forward to more. She was also looking forward to toying with and humiliating Billy’s mother Sondra by getting into her head and playing with what she found there. Yes, all that would be fun. But her sessions with Billy were teaching her that there was something deeper that she needed to attend to. Fucking beautiful James. Of course, Julia knew that this was wrong. But her situation with her son had always been unusual, to say the least. A few years back, she had struck up an anonymous Internet relationship with a man she knew only as Mr. M. In a series of letters to him, Julia had confessed things about her relationship with her son that she had never told anyone. The letters she had written to Mr. M were still on her computer. Wednesday night, she opened them to recall her state of mind back when James was just a boy. “Mr M The thing that’s important here is that I love to masturbate, always have, always will. Not a day goes by that I do not touch myself. So much so that I have gone into the ladies room while shopping to make myself feel good, I've done it on airplanes, stopped at a rest stop on the interstate. I had felt both great shame and guilt from a very young age - from the time that I found that masturbation could give me so much pleasure. I used to think something was wrong with me. As an adult, my husband would make mad passionate love to me for hours on end and after he dozed off to sleep, I would find myself in the bathroom masturbating. I truly thought I was some kind of nymphomaniac and seriously considered seeking help. If the embarrassment had not been so overpowering, I might have done so but just couldn't bring myself to open up to another person about something so intimate. Not only that, deep down I knew that I would not stop doing what I was doing. My husband has always travelled a great deal which left James and I alone - a lot. At a very young age he would climb into my bed during the night sometimes without my knowledge. I'd wake up and he would be beside me all snuggled in. He never did this when his father was home, only when he was gone. Anyway, James as I mentioned likes to snuggle - spooning would be more appropriate. He would climb into my bed and snuggle against my back. There were times when I would be in the middle of some serious "me" time when he did that. As soon as his breathing indicated he was sleeping I could finish what I was doing. Fortunately at the time, most of my administrations were the use of my fingers. This went on for many years.” Even as she re-read these old letters, Julia found her fingers tracing the edge of her pussy lips. Oh! She was already getting wet. She closed that letter and opened the next one. “As he got older things began to change. I usually wore nothing to bed but a little nightie that barely covered my ass. Asleep, of course, it would ride up around my waist. As he reached puberty, James would rub himself against me in his sleep, against my leg or my ass and in doing so would become aroused. Feeling his hardening penis against my body like that caused me to become wet and I would slowly move onto my back. I would quietly finger myself while James, asleep, slid and pushed his cock against my warm thigh. One night he was doing this and I was playing with my clit and quietly inserting my fingers in my hole. I was getting hotter and more sensitized, nearing another climax when I allowed my other hand to reach between our bodies and I slowly, gently rested my fingers along the length of James’ prick. So big! I imagined that cock in my mouth, sliding and easing up my cunt… I carefully wrapped my fingers around my son’s warm shaft and lightly squeezed. In response, James, still asleep, pushed his cock into my hand and moaned deeply. I held him a bit more firmly, and stroked him once… twice. I knew that, at his age, it wouldn’t take much. I was right. On the third squeeze/ stroke, my son’s prick pulsed, jerked, and I felt hot cum flood my hand and burst all over my naked thigh. I was still finger-frigging myself. I transferred a wad of his cum to my clit, and smeared it around… suddenly, I was cumming too. As Julia read and touched, she kept her tough light. She was resisting reaching an orgasm- ‘not just yet’, she thought… “At that point I knew something drastic would have to happen soon or I would up jerking him again tomorrow, sucking him the next night, and in short order I’d be making love to my own son. The next morning, I told James that he would have to sleep in his own bed- that he was a big boy now and too old for cuddling. I don’t think he really understood but he accepted it. I started locking my room at night and bought a separate laptop for home. Late at night and whenever James was away I would watch pornography and masturbate. I developed quite a collection of vibrators and dildos. To get my mind off of young boys, I watched videos of Negros forcing their oversized black cocks into young women. I developed a taste for the largest ones. Eventually, I had quite a collection of videos- especially of young women being gang raped by black men.” Reading this, Julia momentarily considered stopping her reading session, playing one of those videos- she especially enjoyed the Lexington Steele movies- but she was still reading what she had written to Mr. M the year before. “I developed a fantasy of being taken by a black man and his friends. But my desire to control young men, to eat their cum, did not go away no matter how I tried to distract myself with other fantasies. That’s when I started to seduce and fuck the boys that came to me for therapy. I knew it was wrong but I figured it was better than fucking my own son.” Reading this now, Julia realized that she was probably incorrect- it would not be better than fucking her own son. In any case, she would not be able to rest until she had her hand wrapped around young James’ prick again, made it shoot onto her face… In the last two years, James had not been allowed to sleep in her bed, and Julia had taken pains to be sure that he did not see her dressed too provocatively. With her husband away on business for months at a time, it was just the two of them in the little house. Julia did not want to make their home into a sexual pressure cooker. So at home, Julia usually wore nothing dressier than sweats and exercise clothing. She changed into her silks and heels at the office, where she took out her sexual desires on her young clientele. She returned home at night only after wiping off her ‘work’ makeup, washing her face, and rinsing her clients’ cum from her hair and her pussy. By the time James arrived, his mother would be at the stove in jeans and a floppy sweatshirt, making them both dinner. After eating and discussing their day, they would each retire to their own rooms. Now, months later, James was masturbating regularly- Julia could hear him in his room, through her own bedroom wall. One day when he was out, she explored his porno collection. It was no surprise that James particularly enjoyed big-titted MILFs. She had smiled to herself as she paged through the skin magazine she’d opened on his bed, lightly touching her damp pussy lips. The next Wednesday, James was out, and Julia was masturbating, pretending that the dildo up her cunt was her son’s cock. She was nearing a climax when she suddenly stopped, slid the wet cock-thing out of her pussy-hole. She had just made the decision, then and there, that the next night she would cause her beautiful young son to have an orgasm in her presence. Would she jerk him off? Perhaps it would be hotter to mouth-fuck him, take his cock in the throat? Julia rose, opened her lingerie drawer. She considered what she might wear. What might James like? She didn’t want to scare him, but she did want to inflame him. To be continued….soon. Julia's New Patient Ch. 04 I apologize to all of those that I'd left hanging at the end of chapter three. Also, thank you for those folks who pointed out some obvious errors in the earlier version of Chapter 4. Hopefully, my Typos are fixed now! Please note that I will probably take a break (a few months?) before continuing with this series. I have a lot of ideas on where it will go, and I had purposely left some loose ends that hint at the directions it will head later- but I need to take some time for other things for a while. I do appreciate all your kind comments and letters! In good time, the adventures of 'Julia' will continue! And now, back to our story: * James was sitting on his bed, waiting for his mother. He didn't know why his mom had asked for him to wait here like this, but he was doing as he'd been told. "After your shower tonight, James" Julia had said while they shared dinner "please expect me. I'd like to talk with you about something before you go to sleep." Her tone did not encourage discussion. He remembered the look she gave him, and James wondered whether he was in trouble about something. Sitting there waiting, James lingered on memories of climbing into his mother's bed as a child. Unlike so many children, this habit continued even as he got older. Even though he was just a kid, James knew that the best times to slip in next to his mom were when his father was away on business- which was often, and for weeks at a time. But his mother had cut him off cold about two years back just as he was entering puberty, telling him that they "couldn't do that anymore". It was little wonder that James' masturbatory fantasies since then had been so centered on older women. "Good evening, James." Julia entered her son's room a minute after she heard the shower stop running. James, having just dried himself off, hadn't even had time to put on pajamas. He sat on the bed, wrapped only in his towel. Julia was not dressed in sweats and a t-shirt tonight. While her son was in the shower, she had been getting ready for their meeting. Julia had applied eyeliner, lipstick, and a touch of perfume. She'd also fastened her hair back to expose her long, slim neck. She was wearing a light silk wrap that ended a few inches above the knee. In the dim light thrown by the lamp on the dresser, the only thing James could be sure of was that, besides her robe, his mother was wearing stockings and heels. So she was taller than usual, and her calves and ankles flexed provocatively as she walked across the room. Julia stood in front of James as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Thank you, James, for making time for us to talk tonight. I appreciate you setting aside a few minutes." "Sure, Mom." James was still wondering what his Mother wanted. Julia sat next to her son on his bed. In the momentary silence that followed, she looked at her son with an appraising eye. He might be eighteen, but James was still so youthful that most women would take him for more like fifteen. He was not yet shaving regularly, for instance. His voice was deepening, but still had a ways to go. For Julia, all this added up to a hot tingle at her clit. Her son was almost certainly a virgin. Julia smiled comfortingly at her son. "I need to ask you about something that I think has been on your mind, James." "Yeah?" James looked at her. From this angle, he could just see where Julia's robe folded, could make out the deep space between his mother's breasts Julia noticed, and adjusted her position slightly to give James a better look. "Son, let me ask you something—" Julia hesitated. "Do you miss climbing in my bed and sleeping next to me like we used to do so much?" James blushed and looked away. "Well, yeah. I guess I do." "I miss it too, you know." Julia shifted sideways on the bed, her tits just hidden under the robe. "I remember how, when your father was away, you would come to me in the middle of the night and we would keep each other warm. It was fun when you were just a boy, James, but things have- have been changing, haven't they?" "I- I guess, Mom." "You're becoming an adult man, aren't you, son?" "Yeah- yeah, I guess, Mom..." "And that's why I thought it best to not sleep in the same bed..." Julia smiled. "Because you're masturbating now, aren't you, little James?" He pulled back, a little shocked. "It's OK- you can be candid with Mommy." James shrugged. "Yeah, sometimes..." "It's perfectly normal, you know." Julia moved closer to him. "To touch yourself. You know that- right, son?" "I guess." "You probably use magazines- adult magazines- to help you get more excited- right?" James's blush grew brighter, and Julia noticed something awakening under the towel. She leaned close, whispered in her son's ear. "That's perfectly normal, too. All the boys do it, you know." Just then, James glanced down, got a great shot of Julia's deep cleavage under her robe. He inhaled his mother's perfume, and couldn't stop his cock from swelling and growing a bit more. James hoped he could distract himself and maybe get it smaller again, but that wasn't likely. His Mother had other plans. "Can I ask a question, James?" Julia sat back again, so James could look at her. "How many times a day do you- take care of yourself, lately?" James mumbled "Four or five." "Do you ejaculate every time?" James silently nodded in the affirmative. "I appreciate you sharing with me, James." Julia smiled at him. "I know it's probably scary to tell me such private things." James shrugged, stole another glance down at her tits. "It's OK, I guess." Julia noticed, sat up a little straighter. "Have you tried using—you know—lubricant-- when you play with yourself, James?" James looked at her. "yeah- yeah sometimes..." "And does that help your penis to feel good? I imagine-" Julia leaned forward and whispered again. "that it helps you to ejaculate more forcefully." James nodded. "And how long does it take from when you start masturbating-- until you are having an orgasm?" "Just a few minutes, sometimes." Julia tried to keep breathing calmly. The vision of little James' big, erect cock shooting cum up in the air after just a few minutes stroking was reminding her of the one time she had jerked him off in complete darkness in her bed, over two years ago. She felt her clit twitch again- she was getting wet. "I've tried not to be too... frustrating a presence for you here at home, James. Since you've become more...mature, Mommy has just worn sweats and stuff around the house when you're around. I haven't wanted to, um, distract you from your studies." Julia smiled. "But I see it doesn't matter what I wear, because my James is masturbating every day regardless..." James didn't say anything to this. "So I realized that you might actually enjoy me dressing in a more... appealing way. Would you like that, James?" "Some- sometimes...maybe." "When your father's away- like he is now- would be the best time for us- for me to do that for you, James." He was checking out Julia's breasts again. "I have a lot of nice, feminine things in my room that you've never seen. Perhaps tomorrow, we could spend a little time there..." She put her hands behind her, eased her tits forward. "Perhaps you could help me pick out something nice that I could put on for you?" The idea of modeling lingerie her husband had bought for her to get her little James' prick all fat was making Julia's nipples tingle and harden. James was trying to check out her tits without being too obvious. "Oh, dear" she looked down. "Mommy's nipples are getting hard. Look, James- they stick right out." But James was hesitating, looking away- not sure if it was really OK to stare at his mother's fat breasts pushing against her robe. Julia smiled at his discomfort. "It's OK to look, James. See?" Now she brought her hands, palms up, underneath her tits. She gently lifted them. "James- I am your mother- you don't have to worry..." she lowered her voice, as if someone might hear. "Remember: Daddy's away. It's just you and me here, all by ourselves..." "I know- let me make this a little easier for you..." Julia stood up, a few feet in front of her son. She put a little space between them so he could watch. "Mommy wants to give her little boy--" She slowly opened her silken robe "...something he can remember later..." she parted it "...something to think about when he's alone." Julia let the silk drop away, baring her shoulders. She was wearing a black lace brassiere that was so low that her nipples were just about poking over the edge. The spaghetti straps dug into the soft flesh of her shoulders from the weight of her heavy, rounded tits. Now Julia untied the belt that held her robe together around her waist. She allowed the material to fall away from her hips and pool uselessly on the floor. James wasn't sure what the right response might be to his own mother standing in front of him, wearing a tiny pair of panties that matched her lace bra, black silk stay-up stockings, and high fuck-me pumps. To the teenager, she looked like a thousand-dollar hooker. James' gaze ran up and down Julia's body, taking it all in. The light on the dresser behind her highlighted the space between her thighs. She set her feet apart a few more inches, making the groove in her panties where her pussy was all the more obvious. James was too embarrassed to say anything. That was OK with Julia. She didn't need him to speak just now. She felt his eyes on her, and that was enough. She cupped her breasts again, lifted them. James held his breath as Julia's hard nipples eased into view. "Are you watching carefully, James?" She was easing her tit flesh back and forth, back and forth. Now, to further excite her son (and herself), Julia slowly pulled and twisted her nipples with her fingertips. "Are you --ungh- is my little boy going to remember Mommy later?" she whispered, still tugging her teats. "Is my little boy going to—mmm-- masturbate thinking about Mommy's breasts?" James, staring, was practically in a trance. "Yes—yes, Mommy..." "I notice, James--" Julia was still twisting her tits "that your penis is stiff right now. Do you—you want Mommy to go now, so you can play with your cock?" James was hesitating. "Um, can we- can we visit a little more instead?" "Of course, James." Julia put her hands on her hips, and moved in closer. "We can talk" she whispered "about anything you want." But James, so close to her body, seemed tongue-tied. "Promise me something, James." He was silent, so Julia continued. "Promise me no talking about this with Daddy- when he gets home next week?" James' father, Benjamin, was unlikely to hear any secrets from James, but Julia wanted to be sure. Ben was seldom home. His cock was very thick, and had a pronounced ridge edging his glans- one of the main reasons she was still with her husband was the way it felt as he entered her. But that seldom happened these days. In her horniness for her James, Julia had always wondered about his cock- was it similar? She was so excited, knowing that she was about to find out for sure, that her pussy was sopping. She wondered if James could smell the heat coming from between her legs. "Prom- promise me that tonight's visit will just be our little secret, you and I." James, still staring at his mother's nipples shoved over the upper rim of her brassiere, could only nod. "Son- are you going to answer your Mother?" "OK- I won't tell anyone- honest!" "I'm so glad we have an understanding, James..." Now Julia sat down next to her son on the bed again. He watched as she slowly eased and jiggled her breasts back into her bra cups, pulling the material up to cover her hard, protruding nipples. "James" Julia's voice softened. "Look at me." He lifted his eyes to hers. "Don't you want me to go now?" James looked embarrassed. "Do you have to?" "Well, no, I don't. Actually, if you don't mind, I wanted to ask your advice about something." Julia looked into James' eyes. "...something that's come up at work." "Really?" James wondered what his Mother might be about to say now. "Like what?" "Well, I have a young client, James. He's just about your age. He shares all the usual things a teenager has on his mind, but he also shared with me something I wanted to ask you about: this young man feels sexually turned on by his own mother." James tried to suppress a response, but Julia noticed the sharp intake of his breath. "And, during the course of our sessions" Julia lowered her voice, as if someone might hear them "He admitted to me that he has actually had sex with her." "Wow- for real?" Julia nodded. "For real." As if for emphasis, she put her hand on her son's leg. "If I may speak plainly with you, James, my little client has told me that he fucks his mother regularly." She gently squeezed his thigh. "He's described in detail the things she does to his prick to make him orgasm- of course, I encouraged him to- it's my job to know such things." Julia was thinking it over. "Frankly, our sessions have gotten me pretty aroused at times..." James, during all this, had not for a minute lost awareness that his mother was sitting on his bed, talking about cocks and cunts, about a boy fucking his mother. His own mother's hand was stroking his leg. His penis was hard as a rock. "...and that's where I need your input, honey. Do you think there's anything wrong with this young man? Are he and his mother doing anything they shouldn't?" "Uh—uh—"James was having trouble thinking clearly. "I dunno." "Maybe you're having trouble thinking, James." Julia reached out with her other hand and tousled his damp hair. "Is my little man, umm- distracted?" Julia smiled helpfully "Is all this talk about sexuality getting you in a state? If it is, I apologize. Sometimes my little guy..." She stroked his neck "...gets himself in trouble. But Mommy is always there for you when you need her. Here- let me help make it better..." Julia slid off the bed, kneeled in front of her son. "Make a little room for Mommy, James." she whispered, spreading his legs. Now she shuffled forward. Julia rested her hands gently on his thighs, spread them a little wider. Her son's cock, pointed up his stomach and barely hidden under the towel, was obviously hard as a rock. "Is this towel uncomfortable for you?" It was the only thing left between Julia's lust and James' fat, thick sex organ. Gently, she eased his thighs further apart. "Perhaps..." she stroked his inner thighs with her nails "...perhaps you have gotten so excited that you can't think very well anymore?" Julia took one hand and brought it to rest directly where his cock was. "Mom!" James jerked, amazed at his mother. "It's OK, James." She could feel the heat through the cool damp of the towel. "Just relax..." With extreme gentleness, Julia wrapped her fingers around the head of her son's penis. "Oh! Yes, I can tell you feel distracted." Through the towel, she squeezed the upper half of the cock. "But I think in a few minutes..." his cock jerked under her hand "...we'll be able to continue our discussion." James said nothing. The pleasure he felt through the towel was carrying him away. Julia added a little pressure. James leaned back against the pillows, closed his eyes. Simultaneously, he moved his body down and spread his muscular thighs just an inch, unconsciously giving his mother more access to his balls and the base of his prick. His mother smiled. Julia squeezed again, pushing the harsh material harder against his sensitive shaft. "The material is rough, isn't it?" James grunted and winced "maybe that's the reason you're so uncomfortable. Perhaps" Julia murmured "your cock and balls need some room to grow." she smiled up at him. 'James, you won't mind if your own mother takes this towel away, will you?" When James did not object, Julia reached out and slowly peeled the damp material away. With the weight of it finally gone, the cock thickened and adjusted to the cool air. "Oh, my. Mommy's little boy has such a big, thick cock..." Julia stared. As she suspected, James had a mushroom-shaped glans with a pronounced ridge, just like his father's- but James' cock in general was thicker and longer, and on his slim, relatively hairless young body it looked especially huge. The pubic hair was still delicate and light, and there was a tracery of lovely veins just under the skin. To measure its length, Julia spread her fingers along the swollen tube that ran the length of the underside, gently held the prick down against her son's warm abdomen. His wet cock was pulsing now, like her husband's cock would if she held it like this. Julia was getting violently turned on by how similar, yet different, this penis was from Ben's. James was just a teenager- his young cock would definitely shoot harder than her husband's, jerk out more thick white cum onto her face or into her pussy. She was already daydreaming about stroking them both simultaneously- one cock in each hand... Maintaining a light pressure, Julia slid her fingers upwards, towards the head of her son's prick. James had closed his eyes. He was panting, his mouth slightly open. Julia wondered if James would make the same moaning noises his father used to make just before shooting off cum. "So- I want to ask you more about what you think of this young man, James." Without decreasing the pressure, she started to stroke her fingers up and down, up and down the length of her son's prick- sliding the skin back and forth against the hard core. "Huh-? Who?" "My client, James." She smiled up at him. "The one who tells me he fucks his mother." Julia was still stroking the cock with her fingertips. Now she released it, and it stuck out, clear of his belly. "I thought perhaps you could help by giving me your viewpoint." Julia cradled her fingers around the base of James' cock and eased it towards her. Now she tightened her hand. "Have you ever wanted to do that, son?" "What?" "Fuck your Mother?" Maintaining pressure, she squeezed, moving her hand towards the tip. As she neared the glans, the piss hole opened up, emitting pearly droplets of cum. "Your cock's leaking, son." Julia kept her hand still, concerned that another stroke might push James over the edge. "Does that mean your answer might be...yes?" "Have I ever wanted to—ohhh..." Julia had moved her hand a fraction of an inch. "....to fuck me, James." Julia's heart was pounding as she repeated those forbidden words. "I bet my little boy has thought about it..." There between his legs, her hand finally holding her son's prick, Julia was having little orgasms as she spoke the secrets she had held back for so long. "...about fucking Mommy, that is." She started stroking again. "It's OK- tell me." Stroke. "You can trust Mommy..." "Oh my god..." James winced, twisting his hips in pleasure. "Oh, Mommy..." Julia knew this couldn't last much longer. She kept stroking the cock, moved closer to position. "My darling James masturbates thinking about fucking his own Mommy, doesn't he?" Julia's handjob slowed, became more firm. "Share, and Mommy will help James..." "Oh god...no, Mommy." "No?" Julia was still stroking the length of James' prick- up and down. "My little boy doesn't think about fucking---" Her thumb made little circles on the underside of his swollen glans. "--his Mommy?" She pretended to frown. "No, Mommy?" James was quaking. "Is—is it OK? What if- if I said-- yes?" "Yessss. It's OK if you say yes..." Julia touched his balls. "Please say yes,..." "Yes! God-- Yes!" James was dribbling harder now. "Say it, little man..." Any second now. "Say you want to fuck your Mommy's cunt." "I want to..." James's face was a study in pain and pleasure "to fuck you-- your cunt....Mommy..." Julia's New Patient Ch. 04 "What a good boy!" Julia's cums were getting stronger and more frequent... "I think- oh! You- you'll fuck Mommy's tight pussy very soon. But, first..." Now she pointed the cock at her face. "Let's take care of something important...." She cupped his balls with the fingertips of her free hand, tugged upwards, and gave her son's prick a final, expert stroke. Suddenly, with a cry, James was erupting. Julia tried to adjust, but the first convulsion shot against her cheek. James looked down to see the second jet of cum shoot out of the end of his cock straight up into his mother's mouth. "Oh, Mommy!" Julia closed her mouth around the glans. She was suddenly aware of James' hands on the back of her head, forcing her down. The cock was jerking and spewing as he forced her down, down the entire length of his tingling penis. As she got to the base, Julia opened her jaw wider to accommodate her son's convulsing cockhead against her smooth soft palate. His cum was so copious that it filled her mouth and flowed out all over her lips and chin, and then down over his balls. From above, Julia was dimly aware of her son moaning and yelling. He wasn't letting her up, and she couldn't breathe. More semen came shooting out. After a minute, Julia's throat felt the cock's convulsions ebb, James' grip on her head ease and relax. His cock, however, was still big and hard. Julia, finally getting a breath, gently eased the wet, sensitized prick out of her face. Julia looked up at James, her mouth and chin covered with thick, white ejaculate. She caught her breath. "What a good, good boy you are..." she whispered, wiping spit and escaped bits of cum from her face, and then applying it all over his testicles and his prick. "Thank you. You shot off really hard, didn't you? You are such a good boy... thank you for sharing." Julia's New Patient Billy finally let it go. Through her tongue, Julia felt the first load of cum push and run the length of his prick. Quickly, she pulled away. Billy looked down just in time to watch the first blast of cum shoot out of his piss-hole- straight back into his mother/ therapist's mouth. "What a good boy- oh!" Julia was pointing his convulsing cock so his cum shot all over her face, her eyes, her lips. She held the quaking, shiny-wet prick with both hands as it jerked. Billy's hips were twisting uncontrollably. "Oh god! oh god! ooohhhh!" "Mommy is very pleased with you..." she purred. The cum he'd shot all over her face and hair was thick and white, just as promised. And there was a lot of it! She wiped the wet, dripping penis all over her tits. His load was everywhere, dripping into her eyes, from her face, into her cleavage. Then she lovingly licked and cleaned all the cum from his softening cock and sweaty balls. With a soft cloth that she plucked from a nearby drawer full of them, she carefully dried him off and helped him pull up his pants and re-fasten his belt. Then Julia excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom while Billy slumped back on his chair, completely spent. "Well, Billy..." said Julia, returning to her chair. She had washed her face and had her hair tied back in a severe bun. Her shirt was buttoned, stretched against her breasts again, but she had neglected to put back on a bra. "We'll have to meet again- say, next Tuesday after you get out of school? I believe we'll need to do a little more role-play to help you with your issues..." to be continued...