As a therapist, I am often intrigued by the teenage boys who come to me for treatment. So much sexual energy, and no place to express it! Though I would never ACT on how excited I sometimes feel in the presence of so much testosterone, I certainly have my fantasies. Perhaps you'll enjoy the following story. It also involves incest, so proceed only if you feel comfortable with getting hot over forbidden subjects!
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Billy seemed a little cocky when he'd arrived. He was a new patient for Julia. He had been referred to her by a male therapist that had found him 'impenetrable'. The therapist had also told her that there was some sort of sexual issue that he thought Billy had about his mother. Julia was just fifteen minutes into her first session with him, and she was about to ask a question based strictly on her woman's intuition- and the way he appeared to be checking her out.
"Do you ever fantasize about a sexual relationship with your mother, Billy?"
"Wouldn't that be kinda sick?" Billy stole a glance at her "To think about something like that?"
"Do YOU think it would be a 'sick' thing to imagine, Billy??"
Billy hesitated. "No. No- well, maybe..." He smirked. "I guess anyone can imagine whatever, and it's not sick unless you DO that thing, am I right?"
She felt that there was something there, just under the surface. Perhaps the male therapist had no way of accessing that hidden part of this young man. Julia now considered the good-looking, supposedly inexperienced 18 year-old sitting opposite her and considered that even she might have read the situation incorrectly. What if, instead of merely fantasizing about his mother, the two of them were having a sexual relationship?
It was possible. Julia felt a professional obligation to find out if the young man in the chair opposite her was having incestuous relations with the woman who had birthed him. Call it professional curiosity.
Julia was thirty-two. She was petite, with blonde hair, slim arms and legs, and a delicate looking body- except for her breasts. Her tits were large- rounded, and tipped with thick nipples that showed clearly unless she wore a jacket to cover them. Men always noticed her in public, and the way she dressed when out of town or on vacation tended towards the slutty. At work, though, it was important to keep up appearances. At the office, Julia tended towards tight skirts- not too short- and fitted jackets that covered her nipples just enough to give her a little control over her clients. Sometimes, if they were very good, she took the jacket off...
Julia's client list was heavily weighted towards young men. She felt she had a special understanding about what makes the adolescent male tick. She found young men fascinating- the way they stared at her so obviously, the fact that they came all the time- even in their sleep...
And Julia liked to give them what they wanted. She generally took off her jacket about halfway through the session, showed her clients her tits...
Actually, there were very few of her patients that she didn't fuck. It wasn't unusual for a young client to enter her little therapy room, with its two chairs and its couch, and smell the scent of the boy that had just shot off there 15 or 20 minutes before. There were days when Julia Kelly unloaded the cocks of five or six teenagers in a row. She tried to keep a window open between sessions, but it seldom changed things much.
She felt sexually attracted to boys as young as 15, but her private, personal policy was that her own clients be between eighteen and twenty-one years of age- for legal reasons, of course. She didn't want to worry about statutory rape charges...
In the privacy of her mind, Julia actually liked the idea that Billy might have fucked his mother. Julia had had one child. James was still at home, though he had just turned eighteen.
James. She had masturbated many times thinking about her own son, but she had always assumed that nothing like that could ever happen between them. But if she learned more about Billy here, she might find that incest with her lovely son was not outside the realm of possibility.
"I'd like us both to be very clear with each other, Billy," Julia said. "If I am to be any use to you as a therapist, you need to be honest with me. We will be talking- in depth- about things you might be thinking in your mind. We will also talk quite honestly about what has been transpiring between you -- and your mother. So, here is my question again: Do you sexually fantasize about your mother, Billy?"
"Whatever..." Billy shrugged.
"Or maybe you don't need to just fantasize. Have you already actually had sexual relations with your mother, Billy?" The young man was silent- like a challenge to her.
Julia leaned forward, lowered her voice, and smiled. "We're all alone here, and professional ethics forbid me from telling anyone else anything that you share with me in session, Billy."
As if to make her point even clearer, Julia got up and ostentatiously locked the office door. "We're in my private office, and it's after hours. No one else is even in the building."
She sat back down, and pulled her chair close. "But what's even more important is this: I'm not here to judge you or your mother. If the two of you have—have explored each other, I'm very interested in your feelings about that. Now, you can be perfectly frank with me." Julia comfortingly laid her hand on his knee. "You and your mother have been having sex, haven't you?"
Billy hesitated. "Yeah, OK. We have done it..."
Julia felt like she'd just been softly punched in her cunt. "Thank you, Billy, for your honesty. We can talk some more about the details if your relationship with your mother soon, but first-" Julia removed her hand, picked up a pencil and a clipboard. "-we'll find out a little more about you."
"OK."
"First, when did you turn eighteen?"
"My birthday was in July." Julia noted that he was only a few months older than James. And he was legal.
"I apologize, but I have a few questions now that are pretty personal, Billy. I hope that's OK?"
Billy shrugged. "I guess."
"How old were you when you first began masturbating?"
"Maybe fourteen."
"I see. That's about normal. How many times a day did you masturbate, on the average, before- before this new situation came about?"
He looked at the floor, mumbled. "Five or six."
"Thank you, Billy." Julia made a note on her pad. "And now, how has that changed?"
"I—I don't... not as much..."
"I see. Your mother- how shall I say it- your mother now takes care of your needs? You no longer need to masturbate to orgasm five or six times a day?" Julia was trying to keep her voice modulated and calm. Under her jacket, her tits were hard as rocks.
"Yeah, I- I guess you could say that, Miss Kelly." Julia noticed him checking out her legs. While pretending to write something on her clipboard, she slowly uncrossed them and then, just as slowly, re-crossed them the other way.
Julia looked up from the clipboard. "So: is it fair to say that you- and your mother- have sexual intercourse- five or six times a day?"
"Well, not always like that...."
"I see. Sometimes she takes care of you- in other ways?" Billy was silent. "Do I have your permission to use plain language with you, here in this room?" He shrugged. Julia took this as permission to continue.
"Does your Mommy suck your cock?"
"Um."
"Do you call her your cocksucker, Billy?" Julia smiled sweetly.
"She says she likes to—to taste me..."
"I see. Does she say that you taste good?" Julia loved to suck cock. Even if there was no time to properly screw her young clients, she always ended a typical session by relieving the pressure in their balls with her sucking mouth and thick tongue. And while she seldom fucked a brand new patient on the very first meeting, she usually made him shoot off one way or another in that first hour. That was because she was curious- and very turned on- by cum.
"So, Billy: does your ejaculate get a little thin or more watery after the first several cums of your day, or does it remain thick and white?"
"Mostly thick and white."
"I see." As she made another note on her pad, Julia felt her cunt throbbing. "And does it sometimes just dribble out, or does it always shoot out forcefully?"
"It shoots out hard, Miss Kelly."
"Into your mother's mouth? Or does she like you to shoot it directly onto her face?"
Billy flinched. How could this therapist have known his mother's and his favorite sex game?
Julia stole a glance at Billy's crotch. Just as she'd intended, all their talk about sex, his illicit relationship with his mother, and the consistency and richness of the cum he shot off was making his cock grow and strain against his pants.
