Family Sex Therapy Session 1

Thank you for reading, please rate and feedback is always welcome. Reminder, all characters and locations are fictional, and everyone is 18 years of age or older at the time any sexual encounters occur.

This is the first of a five-part series that has been written and will be released every couple of weeks.

Session 1 - Mother and Son

"Doctor Charles will see you now," said the receptionist.

My mother, Diane, and I stand up and head for the open door to the right of the receptionists desk. I have been seeing Doctor Charles for exactly a year now, as my parents brought me on my eighteenth birthday, last year. Today is my nineteenth birthday, and I was hoping that after two therapy sessions a month for the last year, I might be able to celebrate my birthday by not having to go to therapy.

My mother disagreed and gave me some lame excuse about Doctor Charles being someone that you don't cancel on. My parents have been seeing Doctor Charles since well before I was born. I think they went while my sister and I were in school, so they were home when we got home. However, part of my birthday present last year was an appointment for these therapy sessions.

To be fair, my sister has also been seeing Doctor Charles for the last three years as well. The way she says what happened, she was also given therapy sessions as a birthday gift for her eighteenth birthday. In her last year of high school, she would get pulled out of class early to attend the sessions. Now that she is in college, she can schedule her therapy sessions around her class schedule.

Today it is just my mother that is tagging along with me to my therapy session. Other times, it has been the entire family. There was even one session where just my sister and I attended without my parents, which just happened to be on her most recent birthday just a couple of months ago.

We followed the nursing assistant down the hall. We walked past room one, where my first therapy session happened. We continue past room four, where we usually stop when we are all together as a family. It is not until we reach nearly the end of the hall that the nursing assistant opens the door to room nine.

My mother walks into the room first, "Charlene, so good to see you again."

I don't know how many sessions I will have to endure through before I feel I am comfortable enough to call Doctor Charles by her first name. As I enter the room, I seem to always glance at her certificates on the wall. Charlene Charles, PhD written in that fancy script never quite seems to fully impress me. My parents say I am improving, but I am not sure I share that same sentiment.

My mother takes a seat on the couch, even though it's a therapy office and on TV they always show the patient as the one that reclines on the couch, which happens to be me. Instead, I take a seat in the open chair, as I don't want to sit on the couch next to my mother. Doctor Charles stays seated in her comfortable chair that is facing both of us. Over her shoulder is a video camera.

"Diane and Brian, good to see you again," Doctor Charles starts with, which is the same way she has started every other session I remember.

She continues, "Just a reminder that you signed off on having your sessions recorded."

We both nodded to acknowledge the presence of the camera in the room.

"Brian," she continues without really pausing for our answer to the last question. "Have you been able to find a girlfriend since our last session?"

I squirm with the question as I feel a little embarrassed since I am sitting in front of my mother, "I have not had the time."

"Do you still have that deep down fear of rejection holding you back?" asked Doctor Charles.

It didn't seem like I had a fear of rejection, but as soon as the question was asked, I felt something inside me that I recognized as just that. "Yes," escaped my mouth before I really could control my response.

"Then it is good that you are here for therapy," Doctor Charles said. "Do you agree to be truthful and forthcoming with your answers today, Brian?"

"Always," I respond.

"Great," she said, "Watermelon Wrestling!"

Not sure what comes over us, but I see my mother stand up, with a blank look on her face. I also stand up, unable to stop the movement of my body. I watch my mother start to unbutton her blouse, revealing a very skimpy bra as she pulls the blouse off her body. I try to object to seeing my own mother removing her clothes in front of her son, but I am actually finding this strip show quite arousing for some reason.

Once her blouse drops to the floor, she reaches for her skirt and doesn't hesitate to pull it down her body and let it hit the floor. She steps out of the discarded skirt with one foot and then takes the other foot and lifts it before kicking it onto the pile with the blouse.

Without another thought, my mother continues by reaching behind her back and unhooks her bra, allowing it to simply drop from her body. "My God, mom, your breasts look amazing!"

"Thank you, son, but are you not also going to get undressed?" my mother comments as she reaches for her panties. There is no inhibition holding her back and she is soon standing fully naked in front of me. I have only seen breasts and pussies in pictures before today. Now I am admiring my own mother's naked body.

I can't keep my eyes off her, but my hands seem to have a mind of their own. I feel my shirt being lifted over my head but I continue to keep my eyes fixated on my mother. My shorts begin sliding down, and my boxers go with them. I have stripped off my own clothes but have no memory of a thought telling my hands to do this action.

I step forward and wrap my arms around my mother. I bury my face between her breasts, like that is a natural thing for a son to do. She takes her hand and raises my face from her breasts, "Fuck me, Brian!"

"Yes, Diane," I reply. In my mind, it only makes sense to call the woman I am about to fuck by her first name, instead of mom.

Diane initially sits on the couch but soon reclines back and lifts her legs. I climbed on the couch and spread her legs to get a perfect view of my target. I crawl forward on my knees to align my body with hers. I reach for my cock, stroking it just to confirm it is ready for its adventure.

I press slightly against her pussy lips, and they spread slightly from the pressure. I slowly push inside, and Diane releases a moan as she takes my thick cock inside her pussy. I continue to push slowly until my balls are resting against her skin.

"I love you Diane," I say as I hold for a moment inside her.

"I love you too, Brian," she replies. "Isn't sex therapy the perfect thing. I don't think I would want to be this intimate with my own son if it wasn't for these therapy sessions."

I start to remember that the issue that I am going to therapy for is my underlying lust for my mother and sex in general. It has been exactly a year since I was able to finally express my desire for her. I owe it all to Doctor Charles who is allowing me to express this desire a couple times a month. Outside of these sessions, this is considered taboo. During these sessions, Diane and I can fuck like two sex crazed adults.

I start to extract myself until I feel like I am about to pop out of her pussy, before returning to the previous depths inside. I pick up my pace and it feels so good slipping in and out of her wet pussy. I watch Diane's breasts jiggle on her chest as my motions cause her body to rock back and forth on the couch.

I close my eyes as I drift into a world where only sex exists. My body is on cruise control and the only thing I am focused on is how wonderful her pussy feels slipping back and forth against my cock. We started to moan, but it doesn't register that there are three sources that I am hearing.

Suddenly my soft moans of pleasure change to deep loud grunts. The feeling of my impending release has crossed over that invisible barrier and there is no holding it back. It seems like slow motion as I feel the load released from my balls and travel through me. It seems to pause for just a moment at the base of my cock, as I get one final thrust into Diane's pussy.

I hold myself deep inside her as I feel the inside of her pussy contract around me. She screams, "Oh, God, I'm Cumming!" as my load hits the accelerator and rushes onward on its one-way trip into her pussy. I grunt as spurt after spurt are pressed from within me to be added to her otherwise already sloppy pussy.

I hold for a moment before extracting slowly. I am extremely sensitive and get a tingling sensation rush through my body as I slip out between her pussy lips. I flop back on the couch and look at Diane as we both are trying to catch our breath.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, mmmmmmm," comes from across the room. I turn to see Doctor Charles with her legs in the air and a dildo deep inside her pussy. She had been pleasuring herself while watching us having sex on the couch.

We become three human blobs relaxing in the therapy room. At some point I reach over and grab the closest of Diane's breasts. Her body shakes as my hand brushes her nipple. I just look over and smile at her, and she smiles back as our gaze confirms our loving bond that we just completed.

At some point I comment, "Diane, some of my sperm is dripping from your pussy and onto the couch."

Still breathing hard, Doctor Charles comments, "Oh don't worry about that. It will be dry before my next session. Besides, it's not the first of your deposits to grace that couch."

She's right, as I remember most of my sessions over the last year have ended with Diane's pussy dripping my residual sperm onto the couch.

"Oh, look at the time," Doctor Charles says. "Your sex therapy session is just about over."

I stood up from the couch before assisting Diane to also stand up.

Doctor Charles also stands from her chair and adjusts her skirt to cover her exposed pussy. She wipes off the dildo and places it back in the drawer of the table next to her chair.

"Brian and Diane, I want you to follow my directions," she says. "Once you get dressed, please sit down where you started. Take a deep breath and start counting backwards from ten. You will not remember anything that has happened during this therapy session, at least until you are naked in front of each other again next time."

I watch my mother reach down and grab her panties. She slowly slips them up her legs and I feel a little saddened as her pussy disappears behind the fabric. She reaches for her skirt next, steps inside and pulls it up her legs as well. I think my cock is thinking it is going to get round two, even though I am watching my mother put her clothes on, instead of taking them off.

I grab my shorts and take my boxers out. I step inside and pull them up. Boxers are nice as I have the room to contain a slightly hard cock. I don't know how I would contain myself if I was wearing tight underwear. The shorts were right behind my boxers as they were pulled up my legs. The shirt is the last thing that I slip over my body to be fully dressed again.

I look over at my mother, who has grabbed her bra and is in the process of getting it adjusted. She reaches inside each of the cups to pull each breast up, so they sit comfortably inside. Finally, she slips her blouse over each arm and begins buttoning each button. I watch her bra disappear behind the fabric with each connection completed.

"Watermelon Wrestling Complete," Doctor Charles says once we are fully clothed.

I sit down on the chair and start counting. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... And that is why I want to stay a virgin until I not only get a girlfriend but also wait until I get married."

My mother comments, "I am so proud of how dedicated you are to saving yourself for your future wife. I know when I was your age, I was already having fun with boys."

Doctor Charles said, "With that, I believe our session is complete."

My mother stands up first and says, "Thank you Charlene for a great session. I really do think you are helping my son work through his issues."

I wait until they finish their hug before I walk past Doctor Charles and shake her hand. "I really appreciate your help."

"Oh, Diane," Doctor Charles says, "Don't forget to remind your husband and daughter that I had to move their next session up to later this week."

I close the door and follow my mother down the hallway to the lobby. She comments, "I will meet you in the lobby. I am going to stop in the restroom for a moment on the way out. I suddenly feel full and have a need to pee."

I step into the lobby and stand by the door, knowing my mother won't be too long. There are only two people currently in the lobby, and I guess it is a father with his daughter. The receptionist says, "Doctor Charles will see you now, and also happy nineteenth birthday Suzannah."

To be continued