This is fourth part of the series that began with Tommy riding in the backseat with the preacher's wife. The chapters are short and I want to write quickly but there has been a longer gap between three and four than the earlier ones. A lot of people wrote and offered advice and shared memories. I liked that and appreciate it.
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After a very unusual car ride with the preacher's wife, Mrs. Pearson, Tommy was learning a lot. She insisted she was counseling him and that these were parts of a session. He was glad when her husband decided to spend the night with an old friend. That left Mrs. Pearson and Tommy at the Pearsons' daughter's apartment. It was hard to explain how Mrs. Pearson ended up wearing the roommate's very sexy underwear unless you read the first three sections of this story.
It was almost like a fantasy how he ended up helping her have an orgasm and then seeing himself spray her with his own orgasm and coating her with his cum. It was dirty and exciting and almost like a dream. He watched as she stood up after excusing herself to clean up. He took the hint and straightened himself up and cleaned up the living room a bit leaving the wine glasses.
Mrs. Pearson took a long time but he had made a mess so it wasn't shocking. He still had a picture in his mind of Mrs. Pearson, his mom's friend, on her knees smiling with gobs of his cum dripping down her body and into her cleavage and probably staining the sexy underwear.
She came back and of course she had changed out of the underwear. "Hi sweetie. I got cleaned up and had to change out of the undies. I was going to find a nightgown in my daughter's room but her roommate's room was closer to the bathroom and she has such nice taste, don't you think?"
Mrs. Pearson was wearing a black silk nightgown, like a short dress, not even to the knee, lacey hem and similar lace on the chest highlighting her cleavage. She sat down and crossed her legs, very ladylike, and picked up her wine.
"Now, Tommy, I'm happy that our counseling session today has covered a few items. I hope you found it helpful. But I think it is important for counseling to be as confidential as possible. I am bound by confidentiality. I can't tell anyone anything about a client. Not my husband, not anyone else at church, not anyone's family. It is important so the client has confidence. I want you to remember that, I'm completely bound. Also I think for your sake you should respect that. It is bad for therapy for you to talk about it with other people. You don't need them guessing treatments or asking you a lot of questions about what you say. Just tell them it can't be effective unless it's private and your privacy is respected. You want that don't you? You want privacy, I know you do." Then she smiled.
Tommy looked at her. "Yes, Mrs. Pearson. I'm sorry, I mean yes, Karen. I feel more comfortable knowing nothing will be shared with my mom or anyone else too."
She leaned over, her cleavage hanging down and the sight of it bringing a rush of blood into his lap. "I'm so glad we both feel the same way about therapy."
Tommy wasn't sure what was going to happen next but it would be silly to expect anything else today. He was right, Mrs. Pearson finished her wine and said she was going to sleep in the other room. "You go sleep in my daughter's bed tonight. Ha, ha. That sounds funny to say doesn't it."
He went to bed too but just in a pair of boxer shorts he'd brought as a pair of pajamas. Because he was a pervert and admitted it to himself, he looked in the dresser but he didn't find any exciting underwear. The roommate must be the exciting one. But after all his excitement he got a good night sleep.
When he woke up, Mrs. Pearson was standing over him. Her nipples were rock hard inside the nightgown and it was the first thing he noticed. He also realized he had kicked off the sheet in the night and was laying there naked except for a pair of shorts and a huge morning erection. Also, Mrs. Pearson was staring at his bulge.
When she realized he was awake, she said "oh, hi. Time to get dressed and go. George called and we need to get on the road. We don't have time for anything really. I'll be ready in ten minutes."
He was dressed in five. It turned out she had cleaned up earlier and she was ready to go as she said in ten minutes. When they left, she looked just like she had the day before. Actually a little boring. Longer skirt, plain blouse with buttons. She looked like a preacher's wife. Nice, friendly, pretty, but not like the night before.
There was a lot more room in the car but George insisted on driving. They filed a cooler and Mrs. Pearson insisted on having it on the seat next to her, behind Tommy who she had sit in the passenger seat in front. With all the room, no one sat on anyone's lap unfortunately.
They talked the whole way home although George didn't say a lot. It was tame but Tommy did notice three times when Mrs. Pearson wasn't careful crossing her legs and he could see right up her skirt. No pantyhose but her panties were probably white silk. It was an accident it seemed like but that made it kind of sexy.
When they dropped him off with his mom everyone got out and Tommy's mom made everyone a cup of coffee. She was still so happy with Tommy for helping and having George in her house was like a celebrity for her the way she catered to him.
She did say, "Karen, I hope Tommy was a good boy for you. He can be helpful when he tries and I think this was good for him."
George was having coffee and helping himself to a slice of cake but Karen said "Yes, he was very helpful. He's a hard worker and takes directions very well. I was very happy he was with us. In addition, I know you have had some concerns but I think I have convinced him to come to me as a counseling client and that it will be helpful. I think I can do a lot with him."
