This is one of the Compulsion Series. Our focal point is 18 year-old Andy, and Ruth is his therapist. In this story Andy meets with Miss Eldrich for a second opinion. Amy is Andy's mother.
CHAPTER 1: Margaret
Margaret Eldrich was from the old school. She didn't believe masturbation was healthy if ostensibly carried to extremes. By extremes, she meant more than once a day. And by 'ostensibly' she felt doing it in private was OK. She was a shapely woman, in her mid-fifties, and although she had very little 'action' in her life she was perfectly content with doing yoga stretching, going to church, and taking ballroom dance lessons twice a week.
Yes, Margaret had urges and she could have attributed those urges to the Devil. She had never met Satan, nor had she ever known anyone who had met Satan, so she dismissed Satan as an old wives' tale. Her urges did get worse as time went on. She called Satan 'Stan' simply by dropping the letter 'a' in the name and so she called her vibrator Stan. It was easier for her to have a relationship with Stan, a 10-inch G-spot vibrator, shaped like a curved penis. It was hardly devil worship.
Margaret was a curvy size 12, at five feet 3 inches tall. She had long black hair, dark eyes, and thick eyebrows, probably due to her mother being Greek. Most of her weight was in her hips and plump ass. The last time she shaved was when she had her appendix removed, over 15 years ago.
She graduated from Santa Clara University, with intentions of going to law school. But one night she had a vision in which she was told to 'follow me'. That scared the shit out of her, because she had no intentions of becoming a nun, or a priest, so she decided on social work. She assumed, rightfully so, that helping people living on the streets was doing God's work and was more useful than being a cleric. She also knew Jesus would be pleased. And He would also be pleased because she was still a virgin.
True, she had diddled her pussy for years but she'd never met the right man. She wanted an intellectual person, a man who made her laugh at life, and who was sensitive. And who preferably did not have a pot belly. She had attended church for years and never found such a person. The men she met at church usually were not intellectuals, and were morose. And they needed to lose weight.
Stan provided her with relief at that time of the month when her pussy was especially active. Because she didn't drink much, and her lifestyle being in moderation, she looked ten years younger. But she always wanted to experience sex in a way that may be unorthodox to some, normal to others. But, what is normal? Outwardly she appeared very proper, and even reserved. But looks can be deceiving.
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This morning Ruth, Andy's therapist, had emailed Margaret about getting together for lunch to discuss Andy. Actually, Ruth mentioned a client, not Andy by name. It was unusual for Ruth to discuss her clients, due to confidentiality and all that rubbish, but Andy's therapy required unusual measures. Or maybe 'draconian' would be a better word.
We meet them as they are at Ken's, having lunch. Ken's is a fabulous deli and sandwich shop in Boston.
"I'll get right to the point, Margaret," Ruth began. "I have a client who is a compulsive masturbator. Maybe 'chronic' would be a better term, but I doubt it."
Margaret took a bite of her grilled chicken sandwich.
"I've been seeing both him and his mother. He is eighteen, and hung like a stallion ..."
Margaret sipped her Coke.
"His mother is a lovely woman, very smart, and very liberal minded."
"She sounds interesting," Margaret said. The mention of the woman captured her attention.
"Her name is Amy, 38 years old, very sexy and college educated. Her husband is in the Middle East, on a second deployment ..."
Margaret was getting the picture.
"He masturbates to his mother, and she masturbates with him. Actually she jerks him off ..."
Margaret shook her head. "In today's world, everyone is having fun. What ever happened to guilt?"
Ruth continued, "I would like you to meet with Andy; he's very sensitive -".
"Aren't we all," Margaret interrupted. Then added, "Please go on ..."
"Andy is my only male client. He's well into heavy duty masturbation, for which I can hardly blame him."
Margaret licked her fingers.
"There's no doubt in my mind that he'll test you. Maybe even go so far to expose himself ... show you his affair."
"What ever happened to penis?"
"This is not a penis situation. We're not doing 5th grade sex-ed here ..."
"Only kidding, Ruth."
"His dick is over 10 inches, and he's still growing." Ruth wanted to move quickly. "When are you available? I usually have appointments with him on Thursday."
As Ruth handed the waitress her credit card, she added, "I have to warn you, Margaret. Andy is spoiled. He's used to having his way!"
It was agreed that Andy would see Margaret first thing Monday morning. His appointment was set for 10 AM.
CHAPTER 2
It was a rough Sunday night for Margaret, mulling over in her mind what tomorrow would bring. She knew about Andy's way with women, how a woman would go nuts over the size of his cock. It might be the answer to a maiden's prayer, in her case, because she was still a virgin. She had, so far, rebuffed every dimwit who had tried to get into her pants. Those guys had no finesse. No
savior faire
, as the French say. But Andy, an 18 year-old teenager, unspoiled by having to work shitty jobs, kiss ass, and generally develop self hatred that comes along with career advancement, would have a fresh outlook on life. He was simple minded enough to believe success in life was a function of his dick size.
When he appeared at 10 AM, Margaret tried to appear normal. That is, she wasn't hyperventilating. Normally she didn't wear a lot of makeup, but today she went overboard. She used so much eye shadow and dark lipstick she looked like a silent film star from the 20's. She even touched up her hair. She really wanted to impress Andy!
What was uppermost in her mind, was the size of his cock. She never took rumors seriously, but if they were true, he would need a wheel barrow to get around!
By a few minutes after 10 AM, he was sitting in the chair next to her desk. She could see from the bulge in his crotch that he had a tremendous hard-on. Reaching down between Andy's legs, she let her hand tentatively feel his cock. It was a bold move, and got him very excited. She only saw it as a friendly gesture.
"Unzip me and reach in there," Andy suggested.
"Well ... I don't know," She replied softly. She had a premonition she had already lost control of the interview.
"Go ahead, it's OK. I can see you want to!"
Margaret's hand crept down to his crotch. Unzipping his fly, she reached in until her fingers were playing with his genitals. Andy was hard!
"Oh, dear ..." she said. "It's a big one."
His look told her to go on. She grabbed it in her left hand, and squeezed it.
"It's really huge!" she said. She continued to squeeze it.
Andy hadn't been in her office five minutes and she was already toying with his penis. She stared at it, and watched a dribble of precum issue from his nut. She decided to stroke it, and she watched his foreskin slide up and down. It intrigued her. She tugged on it, stretching it, wondering if it would get longer. More precum dribbled out.
"Does this feel good?"
"Yeah, don't stop."
It seemed to keep growing, and she began churning it. Slowly at first, then faster, and back to slowly. She wondered it he would last long, or maybe shoot fast. She was learning how to do it. She was much older than him and didn't want to come across as a novice. She slowed down and decided to just hold it for a while. Then she used both hands, one hand cradling his balls gently. He had very large testicles.
