"I think we need to focus on what's bothering you, if we're gonna make any progress today."
"Okay Dr. Miles, I will try to do so... but you know how hard it is for me, confessing my inner thoughts to somebody like you..."
I'm having a hard time not to gawk at the generous cleavage exposed to me. Nearly a third of her ample breasts spill out above her white lace bra... I feel my pecker twitch inside my pants.
Dr. Susan Miles, my sexy dressed MILF psychiatrist... wearing a light brown, short skirt and a pale yellow blouse... a matching set. Her blouse a few more buttons undone then anyone would call decent. the skirt small enough for me to see her white panties each time she shift her legs. She's a petite woman who looks even younger then she is... at the humble age of thirty seven, she got a son in his late teens, a high school senior soon to graduate... A bright and handsome boy, her words.
I have to visit my foxy Doctor once a week... her orders. I don't mind coming here; she got her practice in the cellar at her house. I am at a threshold... to tell her the nasty truth or not. I close my eyes and take a step on the path of truth...
"...It's the crazy, wired dreams I'm having."
"Alright, what's so weird and crazy about them?"
"Mostly I dream about Mom..." I paused.
"Please continue..."
"I dream of my mother... naked..." There, I did finally spill it out to her.
"Oh, I have to say... it's a known and common thing for boy's your age to fantasize about. Not that weird or crazy as you might think."
"Well... it's not only that... she is nude and so am I... and we are having all kind of sexual experience with each other."
I dare to look up at her... with a feel of shame, only to meet an understanding expression in her face. Her eyes locked to mine and I could see a glint of lust hidden deep inside. A quick lick of her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, it made me instantly grow a huge bulge in my pants.
"Is it you or her who's in charge... or is the both of you equally participant?"
"Oh... I don't know, I have never looked at it like that."
"Well if you try to remember last time you dreamt of having incest with your mother... when was it?"
I paused a little before my answer. "...Last night."
"Do you remember how the dream started?"
"I think so... I... No she... Yes, Mom took a Sunday morning bath as she always do. Her bright voice called out to me, she was in need of my assistance. When I entered the bathroom she was rubbing herself, both her hands on her sex... she wanted me to massage her breasts while she masturbate. I started to squeeze her big breast... feeling firmer then I would have expected, she did nurse me for nearly half a year when I was an infant. When I started to pinch her nipples, lightly at first then I applied more and more pressure... rolling them between my fingers, feeling them stiffen to fleshy cylindrical bud's. Mom went wild of lust and her body convulsed in an euphoric orgasm, I know it was my hands on her boob's that made her climax in my dream."
"Okay that's what you think... it could have been her fingers on her clit and inside her pussy, pleasuring herself to orgasm... couldn't it?"
"Why did she need my help then, it was my dream not hers."
