Diane Maven sat in her car, parked into the confined space just behind her office. She had meant to leave early, but instead found herself staring out of the window at the pouring rain. Her thoughts were preoccupied with her son, Josh. How had this happened?
Yesterday she had stormed into his room, dressed in far too short a skirt to do what? Reassert her authority? She tried to break down the sequence of events once more in her mind. Josh had suffered from depression for much of his teenage life. Naturally concerned, Diane had tried many different therapies, but was still resistant to the idea of the stronger anti-depressants. She didn't need her son hooked on drugs. As a last resort she had tried a therapist called Dr Carmen Monroe, who had some most unusual solutions.
Dr Monroe had convinced Diane that Josh was obsessed with her, that he had fetishes for her high heels, her nylons, her legs, his own mother. It was so absurd Diane had thought, but Dr Monroe had convinced her that a smart way to bring her son out of his depressive moods was to show off to him, give him what he needed.
Amazingly, it had worked. Josh's mood had brightened and well... he was looking at her, a lot. Then there were the evenings where Diane would stand, ear pressed against his bedroom door, listening to him masturbate. The mother shivered at the thought. Half with guilt at spying on her own boy, but then half with illicit thoughts as he would slap his cock with such ferocity, masturbating until he came with satisfied, deep moans. She knew he was thinking about her.
But then again, was he? Dr Monroe herself was a glamorous looking blonde, older than Diane, but still very sexy. Josh had gone for his own private therapy session there and had come back obviously flustered, not wanting to talk about it. Diane's imagination had run riot, had the Doctor seduced her son? She had been angry, she had to reassert her authority, she had to know the therapy was about her being his focus, not some blonde with a PhD!
Diane looked into the rain of the car park. She was supposed to call Dr Monroe tonight, she was going to do it from home, but now she was here, she might as well have the call in the car. Diane shrugged off her black jacket and loosened her white blouse. She looked down. The skirt she was wearing was the same one she had accosted Josh in. Her legs were sheathed in fine tan stockings. She knew the looks she had got from some of the other ladies in her office, but as she had explained she had an important client meeting and wanted to dress up. She had gone out earlier that day and instead ended up buying a pair of seamed stockings - so much for seeing a client! She slipped off her black pumps and flexed her toes. Why was she tingling? She shivered. Diane just needed ten minutes to collect herself before talking to the therapist...
Dr Carmen Monroe was already on the telephone. The door to her office was locked, the rain battered her windows. She leaned back in her chair, her long legs, sheathed in her Oroblu Bas Chic stockings and Louboutin fuck me heels, she carefully slid the small silver vibrator around and inside her slick pussy. She cradled her mobile against her shoulder and listened to the young man at the other end.
"OK, I'm inside her bedroom," said Josh.
"Very good, boy, very good indeed..." Carmen purred into her phone. "Go to your Mum's underwear drawer and find a pair of her panties. Do not do anything until I allow it. Understand?"
"Yes, Dr."
"Now... go to her wardobe. Find one of her high heels, preferably with a hole in the end you can slide your cock through..."
She heard Josh rummaging in his Mum's wardrobe.
"She has some black peep toe heels, Italian, Forzieri."
Carmen smiled as she quickly brought the shoes he described on her computer. "Very good, Josh. They sound lovely and soft. Carefully insert your cock into the peep hole and hold it there. Do not move it, until I say!" Not only was Carmen an expert therapist, but also an experienced domme, a technique she had perfected on her own Son and other boys. Young men were her play things, they kept life interesting.
"Now, Josh, I want you to lie back on your Mother's bed, the bed you belong in and wait."
Sliding the silver vibrator inside her a little further, Carmen looked at her office telephone. Right on cue it began to ring. Putting the mobile down she picked up the other receiver.
"Hello? Oh yes, hello, Diane. Give me just a second and I'll just put these papers away."
Carmen put the concerned Mother on mute and then returned to her mobile.
"Did you hear that? I am about to speak to your Mother. I will put her on speaker phone and you will listen. You may stroke yourself with her high heel as you do so. I know you will moan, boy, so insert your Mother's panties into your mouth as you wank. Do it now... Good. A shame your Mother hasn't actually made it home, but this will do. Wank it well for me, boy. No cumming until I say so."
The Doctor switched back to the other phone and put it on speaker.
"Hello, Diane? Sorry about that, needless admin. I take it you want to speak about, Josh?"
Diane began to ask Carmen about how Josh was doing. Carmen told her he was making excellent progress. "In fact I'm surprised you haven't noticed it at home."
"Well I did, the other night, after his session with you. He seemed evasive. Up until that point he'd been happy and well... as you know... looking at me a lot."
Carmen smiled, the jealous streak in this woman was unmistakable. She cared about her Son, deeply, on a level that most Mothers didn't ever register. It got better. Diane had reacted, she had dressed sexily to get her Son's attention back.
"How do think Josh felt, seeing you like that?"
"He started... he started masturbating."
Carmen purred. Josh moaned through his Mum's panties at the news she had heard him wanking.
