David sat at his desk doing paperwork. At around ten o'clock, he remembered that he had promised Hanna that he would call her before the therapy session, as she wanted to come to his practice with her daughter for a consultation.
He decided to make a short flyby visit, as it was only a ten-minute walk to her. When he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and entered the apartment. There was no one in the kitchen or living room when he saw that the patio door was open.
David spotted Hanna under the apple tree in her hammock. She was still in her robe, even though it was already approaching midday. She was looking at the screen of a tablet computer and only noticed him when he was halfway to her. Hanna was quietly startled, cleared her throat and greeted him with a smile.
David leaned down to her, kissed her on the lips in greeting and asked, "So, are you all right?"
"I'm really nervous. When I think that I'm coming to your therapy session with Julia this afternoon... you know..."
"And how is Julia?"
"She's even more nervous than I am. She was so restless this morning that she went into town." Hanna suggested, "Shall we sit down in the kitchen for a cup of tea?"
"No no," he waved her off. "I just wanted to pop in. And anyway, I've been sitting in my office chair all morning today, so standing is good for me."
He gave the hammock a gentle push and rocked Hanna back and forth. "And how are things going with the married couple?"
"Don't ask," Hanna giggled. "Eric and I are having turbulent times. You can imagine that we have a lot of catching up to do." She looked up at him and grinned wryly. "It was even my idea to get the automatic cameras in our bedroom working again. Eric bought everything new straight away, the cameras behind the mirrors, and now we even have some on the walls and one on the ceiling."
"A real studio," David marveled.
"Doesn't bother me at all. The cameras are so small, you can hardly see them. Eric is very proud of his work, he said something about 8K, about residual light and so on. Anyway, the shots are really good."
"And you're watching an 8K video with you and Eric?"
Hanna hesitated. "It's like this... yesterday morning, Eric forgot to turn off the cameras, so they recorded everything all day, like me vacuuming the room or doing the laundry."
"Maybe not what you wanted to see," David grinned.
"Julia was also in our room."
"What was she doing there?"
"She obviously knows where our bedtime toys are. She opened our closet, took out my banana dildo and lay down on our bed."
"Oh là là," came from David, "the little girl is stealing mommy's favorite toy."
He glanced at the tablet in her hand and guessed, "Then you must be watching the crime scene."
"I have such a guilty conscience," sighed Hanna. "Julia doesn't know anything about it."
David laughed broadly. "Equal rights for all. You told me that you caught Julia in front of Eric's laptop when she was watching the video of mom with the banana."
"I thought so, too," Hanna muttered, and tapped the screen. The video continued to play and showed her daughter sitting on the edge of the bed with mummy's banana dildo under her skirt. David stood by the hammock, put his hand on the back of her neck and looked at the tablet. Julia moved the tip of the dildo from one flower on her panties to the next.
Hanna sighed, "My girl, so sweet..."
Julia lay down on her back, stretched her legs up and slipped her panties down to the back of her knees.
Hanna knew. "That's how she used to lie on the changing table in front of me."
As Julia stuffed the dildo into her pleasure canal, her voice was clearly audible on the tablet's speaker, "Oh... Mom..."
The girl uttered the word every time she drove the dildo into her lap. David noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hanna was so moved that she furtively slipped her hand under her robe.
Suddenly, her daughter turned around, knelt on the edge of the bed and stuck her bottom out to the camera behind the mirror. She glanced over her shoulder to look at herself and every time the banana parted her labia, she squeezed out, "Daddy... Daddy... Daddy..."
Hanna shuddered. "Do you hear?"
David nuzzled her neck. "So, I have a good feeling about your therapy session today."
Hanna became wistful. "My daughter... how she surrenders..."
"Quite like her mommy." David grinned. "Julia may not know the camera is on, but I think she likes viewers as much as you do."
"That excites me, David, my Julia... I would love to..."
Hanna watched the screen spellbound, not realizing that the halves of her robe were gradually slipping aside and David was watching her hand kneading her labia with a benevolent smile. Even when Hanna realized that David was staring at the middle of her body, she made no effort to cover her nakedness.
She put the tablet to one side, looked him up and down and jokingly remarked, "You cute peeping Tom you. You don't know how hot you get me, when I see you getting hard because of me."
She stared at the bulge in his pants until David understood what she wanted. He complied with the insistence of her eyes, opened his pants and revealed his cock and balls.
Hanna looked at his equipment in fascination, as if she was seeing it for the first time. "David... that's so..."
She slipped her middle finger into her pleasure canal and watched with an expressionless face and open mouth, as David stretched his hard-on towards her and began to rub it leisurely. He stepped closer and covered Hanna's fingers between her thighs with the palm of his hand while she leaned over the edge of the hammock and sucked on his glans.
David shooed her hand away and immediately stuck several fingers into Hanna's pleasure hole himself. When she sensed that she was going to come all too soon, she interrupted the game and lay across the hammock, her bottom sticking out over the edge. Hanna lay like a baby with her legs spread out in front of David and wallowed in bliss.
"What on earth have you done to me? Since I've been in therapy with you, I need it all the time. And the way you look at me, David, you just make me horny." She reached between her thighs with both hands, kneaded her labia and sighed, "What can I do?"
David knew a remedy. He let his hands dangle, approached the hammock and nudged her pussy with his glans. Hanna froze in joyful anticipation. He advanced in tiny steps and pushed Hanna away from him. When the hammock reached an inclined position, her womb surrendered to his pressure and his prick sank into her pleasure channel as far as it would go.
Hanna let out a liberated gasp. David stood bolt upright, gripped the edge of the hammock and gently swayed it, watching as Hanna's labia stretched over his hard-on time after time. When she realized that he wasn't going to use his hand, she took hers and let one finger circle around her pleasure bud.
"David... I need this... again and again... don't stop... fuck me..."
He looked down at his rock-hard prick thrusting rhythmically between Hanna's loins and knew he needn't worry about the afternoon's therapy session. He had known Hanna all these years as a reserved housewife, but now she had found access to her most secret desires.
