Dr Allens New Patient Ch 20

"Maman, tu m'as tellement manqué!" Sebastian greeted his mother excitedly. One would think he hadn't seen her in ages, although it had only been since morning time. His eyes were filled with such emotion, almost welling up with tears.

"Oui, chérie, Maman est là pour toi," she answered tenderly, understandingly, reassuringly.

"Maman, je veux sucer tes seins, pourrais-je les sucer?" His voice filled with hope and expectation.

"Oui, Chouchou, Maman's seins are all yours..." she replied without hesitation. "Come here, Baby, come lay your head on Maman's lap", she called, gesturing him over.

Sebastian plunked down his backpack next to the front door, which he had just closed. Then he rushed over to his mother.

She was lying on the bed they once shared in their tiny little apartment. It was their very own place, where they had moved in together after Veronique split from Sebastian's dad.

She had been waiting patiently for her baby boy to come home from school.

Sebastian could think of nothing but his cherished Maman as he was sitting in classes all day. He had been licking his chops the instant the school bell rang to go home.

Comfortably situated in bed, Veronique slowly unbuttoned her beige silk blouse and let it slide off her delicate shoulders. She then reached back unfastening her white satin and lace bra, to reveal her ample bosom. She threw both items of clothing carelessly to the floor.

Her nipples were puffy, the areola rosy pale and wide. For a moment, Sebastian simply stood there next to the bed, admiring his mother's full breasts. They were not the perkiest, but they weren't exactly saggy either. In short, they were perfect. In fact, everything about his mother was perfect; to Sebastian's way of thinking.

She eagerly welcomed him into her arms and began tousling his soft hair.

"Yes, baby, come suck on Maman's tits", she whispered, meeting his piercing green eyes with her beautiful amber ones.

At that second, Sebastian's anticipation was so palpable, so tangible, that he was salivating, quite literally, at the thought of enjoying his Maman, once again.

As instructed, he gently rested his head on her lap, settling his long lanky frame onto their queen-sized bed. He licked his lips as if getting ready for a kiss. Then he closed his eyes.

Her back resting against several pillows, Veronique slowly leaned in so her left nipple softly grazed her baby boy's lips.

Sebastian instantly latched on and began suckling.

Just as he remembered, Maman's milk was so sweet...

"Mmmm..." she purred, still stroking his hair. Then she cooed, "Ooh baby yes... suck, suck to your heart's delight... Maman loves her sweet baby boy sucking on her tits..." As she said this, juices started trickling out of her warm pussy. She spread her legs somewhat, knowing her clitoris would be swollen in little time.

After five minutes of pure Nirvana, Sebastian heard his mother faintly whisper, "Is my baby boy's dick getting hard?"

He opened his eyes and looked up at her dreamily. Then he gave her an affirming nod.

"Well, take off your clothes, Chéri, and Mama will stroke your cock, just the way you like it... and you can keep sucking... I have all this sweet milk saved up just for you, my baby boy..." she promised.

Sebastian began shimmying out of his jeans and boxers, and then he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He was in no real rush, as he knew Maman had reserved all the time in the world for him, only for him. Never did she hurry when it came to sharing her special "Mommy time" with her little boy.

In between suckling, Sebastian occasionally rubbed his face against the tender white flesh of his mother's bare breasts; his eyes, nose, and mouth delighted in feeling her skin against his own. He was sure that hers was the creamiest, the softest, the very smoothest skin in the whole wide world. And it smelled so good... so comforting...

Veronique had now begun stroking her son's fully erect cock. She had been right, he thought blissfully. His mother was doing it just the way he liked it. Her touch was the gentlest, most tender touch when it came to pleasuring him; tender for the moment, that is.

He felt no need to direct her, as she instinctively listened for his sighs, moans, and gasps, guiding her to either slow down or speed up, to loosen her grasp or to tighten it.

Now that she had begun actively jacking him off, his eyes were open, looking up at hers in an intense smoldering gaze.

The bond the two shared was nothing short of visceral, ethereal, and surreal. It was sublime... Sebastian was in his very own Heaven.

In her grip, Veronique noticed her baby boy's cock had stiffened up considerably, while his breathing was now quite intense. His moans and shudders were getting louder and louder.

"Is my baby getting close? Are your balls about to burst now, honey? Are you ready to cum for Maman, my sweet baby boy?"

Again Sebastian managed to nod while still suckling. His eyes now looked desperate.

"Then cum for me, baby, cum for your Maman... shoot your whole pent-up load, all for Maman..."

Scarcely before Veronique could finish her statement of encouragement, copious streams of the boy's warm semen flew up into the air...

It gushed and gushed, landing all over her hand, the bed sheets, and Sebastian's own stomach.

His eyes were now shut tight, as convulsions overtook his young body.

Veronique quietly waited, satisfied with the outcome her actions had elicited. She would now wait for "things" to subside.

It took Sebastian a while to recover from the strong spasms that had invaded every fiber in his being.

In time, however, he did recover.

Assured that he was now "finished", Veronique lovingly planted a sweet kiss on her son's flushed cheek.

What she said afterwards would fill him with immense hope.

"Chéri, I'm cured. I'm not sick anymore. I will live. You and I will be together forever.

Upon learning her cancer was completely gone, the young boy felt such happiness, such peace, such comfort... he needed nothing else in life but his precious Maman.

Veronique then added, "And next time, darling, we will make love. You and I will finally make love."

By now utterly spent, he managed a simple quiet, "I love you, Mommy."

Then he drifted off to sleep.

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Sebastian now felt extreme emptiness and sadness.

Having just woken up from his dream, he realized his Maman was still gone, gone forever.

"Figures", he thought, disappointed and hating life again.

Now he had to fight the insurmountable urge to call Sally, the closest thing he could get to his cherished Maman still being alive. He wanted to call Sally so bad... to hear her sweet voice greeting him with a pleasant "Hello, Sebastian". He longed to speak French with someone. He yearned to lay his head on her lap and to taste her heavenly breasts while she jacked him off, once again....

But he knew she'd be screening her phone calls.

Panic-stricken, he searched for clever ways to coax her into communicating with him again.

Then he remembered a little piece of jewelry he had seen her wearing during their white hot carnal encounters.

He got up from bed with renewed vigor, walked over to his closet, and looked up at several boxes on the far shelf. Carefully, he brought down a medium-sized vintage-looking chest with the initials, V. G. B. engraved on it. It contained his late mother's precious belongings. Strategically, he looked through Veronique's keepsakes. He would pick out something exquisite.

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"Sally, it's me again. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm so melancholy without you, baby. I miss you so much you don't even understand. I'll do anything and everything to get you back, I promise you. Please believe me. You can even start calling me Damian again if you want. Sally, please answer... I even have a special gift for you..."

"Talk about click-bait", Sally thought reading Sebastian's melodramatic message.

"Typical actor, offering everything up front all at once".

Even in her drowsy state that morning, she knew better than to succumb to Sebastian's pleas. She reminded herself, "If you're smart, just keep ignoring him, because God knows how many available women he's racked up over the years as an escort. His little black book is probably overflowing with names of horny females to fuck. Compared to them, you're nothing... just a fugly piece of shit."

No longer her young naïve self, Sally surmised she could hardly be the only one in a long line of lustful needy clients Sebastian had "serviced" over the years. And being a young good looking actor, he probably had countless hot actresses at his disposal, offering him pussy every which way.

What's more, Sally told herself, she needed to start learning from her past mistakes. Normal good-looking guys never looked twice at a girl like her. If someone were in fact pursuing her, then it wasn't for the real...it couldn't be. A gorgeous guy like Seb could never truly be into her, no matter what profound poetic declarations he offered.

It was all because of his dead mother. Sally was sure of it.

Scarcely ten minutes passed, and she received a text from Abby. This had to be about the seventh or eighth message in the span of about two months. Abby was not in the least hiding her concern for Sally's wellbeing, now that they no longer worked together. Also, Abby grew more and more curious about Sally's current whereabouts, as she knew the girl had also stopped seeing Dr. Allen, her therapist.

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Finally worn down by so many messages, Sally agreed to meet Abby for coffee. She decided it would be on the same day she had her second job interview, in Downtown.

Arriving at the café/pastry shop in the lobby of her former office building, Sally readied herself for an interrogation of sorts.

She walked in hesitantly, and then heard a loud voice addressing her from across the busy coffee house.

"Sally dear, oh it's so good to see you again!" Abby exclaimed, getting up from her table and crossing over to her friend. She held her arms wide open for a hug. "I've missed you, honey!"

"Hi", Sally stated with little emotion, giving Abby a brief hug.

Not in the least put off by the young girl's lack of feeling, Abby hugged Sally back wholeheartedly. "How have you been, dear? Do you want something to drink?" she asked, guiding Sally to their table, and then sitting back down.

Sally settled into a chair. "Sure. I'll have some decaf."

"Ok, I'll order you some. This place is under new management, so we have to order at the counter now. Don't move. I'll be right back." Abby instructed.

Sally only planned on staying a few minutes, to show Abby the courtesy of a visit after so many months apart, and without a single word. She wanted to show her appreciation for Abby's loyal unwavering concern.

While Abby was at the front putting in her order, Sally looked out the big window facing their little table.

Barely seconds after, Sally caught a whiff of sporty cologne. She turned her gaze from the window and looked around the quaint bistro, instantly spotting a tall young man in a crisp white dress shirt and neat maroon-colored tie. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. She swiftly looked away and then resumed peering out the window.

As she did this, Sally busily searched her mind for where she might have seen the man before. After a minute or two, a light bulb went off in her head, and she was able to trace him back.

It was Jake, the accountant from her former office.

He was standing near the front counter, three patrons behind Abby. Jake was currently drooling at the elaborate array of baked goods through the polished glass display.

"Oh shit", Sally breathed with dread, instantly reminded of the unfortunate dream she had before quitting her job.

As it happened, she was sitting mere feet from where he was standing.

Sally was now squirming in her seat, overtaken with cringe.

"Here you are, dear", Abby unexpectedly appeared at the table. The older lady graciously put a cup of coffee and packets of cream and sugar in front of Sally.

"Thanks", Sally muttered uneasily, caught off guard.

Abby sensed the girl's discomfort at once.

"What's wrong, Sally? What happened? Are you okay, dear?"

"I'm alright", the young girl retorted. Not very convincingly though, as Abby thought she noticed the Sally's hands shaking as she sprinkled cream and sugar into her coffee.

Abby took a sip of her own drink, a tall glass of iced tea.

"So what have you been up to, Sally? Have you gotten a new job yet?"

"No, I'm still looking."

"Do you have enough money, dear? How are you making ends meet?" Abby wasted no time in stepping back into her role as "mother figure".

"I have money saved up. Don't worry. I'm good."

Sally was a little calmer now, as she had started sipping her soothing coffee.

"Are you still living at the boarding house, dear? How's your aunt, by the way?" Apparently, Abby still needed reassurance of Sally's wellbeing.

The girl knew well beforehand she'd be given the third degree, so she patiently answered all of Abby's questions, coming at her from all directions.

"I'm still living at the house, but I'm planning on moving out soon. And Auntie's fine", she lied, as Sally had been avoiding her aunt's messages as of late.

"Oh okay, I'm so relieved, you don't know. And you look good, honey".

Truth be told, however, Abby was secretly wondering if Sally was hiding any new scars under her frumpy clothes.

A few seconds passed between the two at their little table in the noisy café.

Abby started again, "So what have you been doing all this time? Are you seeing anyone nice?" As soon as she said this, Abby wanted to kick herself under the table, realizing that she might be opening up a can of worms.

"No."

It was the truth, Sally reckoned. She wasn't seeing anyone "nice". That is, she would hardly categorize BDSM as a "nice" man in Abby's book. Besides, if she revealed she was seeing someone new, then it would open up the floodgates to an entirely different kind interrogation. Her overprotective friend would no doubt unload a whole new slew of probing questions. In fact, the last time Sally revealed details of her love life, Abby went ballistic and wasted little time in pressuring her to see a head shrink.

Trying her best to maintain composure in front of Abby, Sally silently noticed that Jake had now settled into a booth clear across the room. His back was turned, but there was a big wide mirror hanging overhead in the small old-fashioned style café.

Sally caught a brief glimpse of his handsome face. "Jesus Christ, dude's hot as fuck..." she swooned silently. She would have to take great pains not to drool right there in front of Abby and everyone else in the establishment.

Abby was analyzing Sally's face with intense scrutiny.

"Dear, are you alright? I get the feeling you're not totally present."

Sally furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Abby in confusion.

Abby explained, "You're sitting here in front of me, yes, but it's obvious your mind's somewhere else, honey."

"I'm fine. It's just... I have a lot of things going on. Looking for a new job and a new place to live, it's a lot", Sally declared flatly. At present, however, she felt her pussy heating up at the renewed notion of sucking Jake's cock.

"Oh? Would you like some help with it?" Abby quickly asked.

"What?" Sally was shocked at Abby's question.

Then she realized what Abby was referring to. "Oh, no, I'm fine. In fact, I have a job interview a few blocks away, in about an hour or so."

"Oh, really? That's great!" Abby's ears perked up right away. "If you get the position, then we'll be able to keep in touch! And if you need any help with the moving, let me know, okay?" Abby was over the moon at the prospect that she'd be able to keep a closer eye on her young troubled friend.

"Sure", Sally replied obligingly. She then proceeded to finish her coffee, unconsciously sweeping up the used cream and sugar packets from her side of the table. She was anxious to get the hell out of there, actually, uncomfortable sitting in the same room as Jake; after all, he had been the catalyst for her hasty departure from her old job.

Abby's smile faded when she saw Sally cleaning up, "You're not leaving already, Sally? We've still got a few minutes to catch up, don't we?"

"Well, I want to get there early, just to make sure I find the office okay, you know, in case I get lost."

Abby acquiesced reluctantly, "Well, alright dear. Let me finish my drink, and then we'll be off, but let's make sure to get together again real soon, huh?"

"Sure", Sally replied absentmindedly, waiting for Abby to finish her iced tea, estimating it would take at least five minutes or so. Meanwhile, she turned her attention to something enticing. She looked over Abby's shoulder towards the back of the café, where Jake was sitting. She would sneak one last glance at him before bailing on her friend.

Inadvertently, Sally became fixated, "God damned... It should be illegal for a guy to be so fucking hot..."

In spite of herself, Sally was gawking. Jake unexpectedly looked up at the mirror and caught sight of her eyes on him.

"Shit", she looked away fast.

Thankfully, Abby had just finished her drink, and was now gathering up her things to head out.

"Ok dear, I'm done. Time to get back to work, but let's walk out together."

"Okay", Sally replied, relieved to escape the whole fucking scene.

As the two made their way through the little bistro tables towards the front, Abby suddenly caught sight of Jake sitting at a booth facing the wall. She swiftly grabbed Sally's hand and dragged her over towards where he was sitting.

"Jake, I thought that was you! Enjoying the goodies here, huh? I personally love the cream puffs and chocolate eclairs. Hey, let me introduce you to someone. As it happens, she used to work at our office", Abby exhaled excitedly.

Jake immediately got up from his seat, gave Sally a wide charming smile, and leaned down to offer a friendly handshake, "Hi, I'm Jake".

His striking blue eyes, spicy cologne, and Adam's apple assaulted Sally's senses all at once.

Sally shook in her boots. In her emotionally ruffled, awkward state, she neglected to shake Jake's hand, instead muttering, "I'm sorry I have to go." She swiftly pivoted and made towards the exit, calling back in a rushed state, "Bye, Abby."

In a second, she was out the door.

Jake and Abby looked at each other in confusion, apparently clueless at what just happened.

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Sally had practically sprinted out. She had suddenly felt the need for fresh air, thinking she was about to hyperventilate then and there.

"Damned! That was a close one..." she heaved, relieved as hell to make it outside without tripping. Then a thought crossed her mind, "If I have another hot guy unconscious blowjob dream tonight, I'll have to be declared 'certifiably nuts' at this point."

Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at the building of her job interview.

"Breathe now... Take long deep breaths... Count to ten slowly...", she instructed herself riding up the elevator. She was still recovering from the unforeseen encounter with her former crush.

"Stop being such a drama queen", she admonished herself. "You'll never have to see that guy again. Just remember not to meet Abby at that fucking place going forward."

When she got to her destination office, Sally felt inexplicably exhausted. She then opened the insurance company's heavy double doors.