Marilyn gripped the steering wheel tightly, struggling to focus on the road. Her mind filled with memories of the previous week and thoughts of what laid ahead for her and her son Robert. They were on their way to the Abrams Health Institute, a place unknown to Marilyn just a week before, but the things she read and heard about it made her nervous, hopeful, but strangely excited. Excited in a way mothers shouldn't be, but excited nonetheless.
Marilyn had set up the appointment only yesterday, but was pleased they could accommodate them so quickly. As she made the final turn onto the street where the Institute was located, her thoughts again returned to her son, the images of that night so clear and vivid in her mind.
Robert was an only child. His father left the family 8 years earlier for his new, young secretary. That pain was only somewhat lessened when Robert heard that same secretary stole his father's car, emptied the bank account and fled the country just two years later. "Bastard got what he deserved," Marilyn thought to herself.
Marilyn did the best she could as a single mother. She never remarried and didn't date often, instead focusing on raising her son. Robert was 19 years old now, attending the local community college and earned a spot on the swim team. He was an attractive young man, nearly 6 feet tall with an athletic build, but still shy and reserved. Marilyn made several half-hearted attempts at inquiring about his love life, but didn't press too much, trying to respect her son's privacy. She never dared even speak of sex or the "birds and the bees" with him. It was that night where Marilyn's thoughts kept returning, that night only a week before where things changed. Oh, that night...
It was late evening, just past 11pm when Marilyn walked toward the kitchen for a glass of water. On her way past Robert's room she noticed light flickering through the crack in the door. "He must have his computer on," she thought, "I wonder what he's working on."
As she neared the door she could just make out some figures on the screen just over her son's shoulder, his back toward the door. She realized it was a video as she could also hear muffled voices. When the screen finally came into focus, Marilyn's heart stopped. It was porn! There was a figure of a naked man, leaning back against a desk, his large, erect penis engulfed by the mouth of a woman on her knees, dressed like a school teacher. What was even more shocking to Marilyn were the apparent ages of the actors. The male looked young, barely in his early 20's while the woman playing the teacher was closer to Marilyn's age.
"Oh my goodness," she thought to herself. "My son is masturbating to this?" As though hypnotized by the scene, Marilyn crept closer, carefully opening the door wider for a better view. "I shouldn't be doing this." "I shouldn't be doing this," she repeated in her thoughts.
She could now clearly see movement in front of her son, his arm quickly repeating its motions. It was at this moment that Marilyn inexplicably called out her son's name. "Robert?" she called.
This couldn't have been a more awkward moment for Robert. His mother had caught him masturbating and at the moment of climax, she called his name. It was too late. Startled, Robert jumped from his chair, but couldn't stop the impending orgasm. His fist still clenched to his penis, now facing his mother, began spewing semen across the air landing at her feet.
"Mom! No!" he cried. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Mesmerized by the spectacle, his mother stared, watching each spurt come out, his penis throbbing and pulsing with each new volley of sperm. Marilyn stood speechless, staring at her son's penis, then at the semen on the floor. As the last drops fell from his penis, Robert finally picked up the towel he had set aside for that purpose and caught the remaining ejaculate, covering his genitals from his mother's piercing gaze.
"Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were... I mean I should have... I should have knocked..." Marilyn stammered. "I'm sorry. I'm going to bed now." And with that, she abruptly left and returned to her room.
Robert stood motionless and confused. Embarrassed at being caught, even more ashamed that he couldn't stop ejaculating in front of her, he quickly shut off his computer, cleaned the remaining cum off the floor, shut the light off and jumped into bed. "How will I face her in the morning?" he dreaded.
The next few days were tense, and awkward with neither one saying but a few words to each other. Robert could no longer masturbate, fearing he would be caught again. Marilyn seemed intent on ignoring the issue or pretending nothing occurred. "This is not right," she thought. "This isn't healthy." She then became determined to heal the trouble she caused, hoping that the incident would not scar her son for life.
The Internet could be a wealth of information or a maze of confusion. Marilyn searched for clinical definitions, psychological disorders, magazine advice columns, even fetish sites dedicated to older women and younger men. Some of these sites were shocking to say the least, yet Marilyn found some to be unexpectedly arousing, pausing longer than she should have at some of the images.
After searching for several days, Marilyn came across a support group site for single mothers. One particular discussion focused on raising teenage sons and the dreaded "sex talk" most parents feared. One reference in particular seemed to be repeated quite frequently: The Abrams Health Institute. Apparently, this institute focused on reproductive and sexual health, and offered special counseling to mothers and their children. After reading several comments about the successes of the program, Marilyn made the decision to call and make an appointment. She wanted to help her son and felt this would be the best way.
As they pulled into the driveway of the institute, Marilyn couldn't help but notice the style of the building. Set atop a small hill, stood a large, almost Victorian era building, like a large home or mansion. The small parking lot accommodated less than 10 cars with a few spots open for Marilyn and her son.
"I'm glad you came with me today Robert." Marilyn spoke as they entered the building. "I'm sure they'll help us get through this. Robert smiled timidly and responded, "I hope so, too mom."
Once inside, Marilyn approached the front desk. A short, plump woman perhaps in her early 50's with slightly greying hair and black-rimmed glasses greeted them. "Welcome to the Abrams Institute. Do you have an appointment?" she asked.
"Yes, I called yesterday. Our appointment is at 4pm." Marilyn responded.
"Oh yes," the nurse said, "you must be Marilyn. And this must be Robert," as she turned and smiled. "Welcome." The nurse then motioned to the seating area, "Please have a seat, you're our last appointment for the day and Dr. Abrams is just finishing with a patient and will be right out."
"Thank you," Marilyn added, then sat down with Robert. As they sat, Marilyn scanned her surroundings. This room looked less like a doctor's office and more like a living room or parlor with old, but expensive looking furniture. Marilyn felt at ease here. It was certainly not like the sterile atmosphere of most hospitals or clinics. Even Robert felt less anxious in these surroundings.
Then a door opened just down the hall. A woman and her son exited, both smiling. "Well, that is a good sign," Marilyn thought to herself.
"Thank you so much Dr. Abrams," the woman said, "we really enjoyed today's session." She then turned and walked past Marilyn and Robert, her arm around her son as they walked out the front entrance.
"Marilyn? Robert?" the doctor asked. Then both turned and saw an attractive woman with dark, shoulder length hair, in her mid-40's, standing about 5' 7". Robert was immediately infatuated, his taste for mature women now known. The doctor's white coat covering what seemed like a very ample bosom.
"Yes," Marilyn responded.
"Welcome, my name is Dr. Alicia Abrams. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please follow me and we'll get started." They both followed the Dr. Abrams into another room, this one like an office or study of a large home. At one end was a large oak desk. At the other was a padded leather table and just behind it were several cabinets and a sink.
"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice Doctor."
"I'm glad you came," the doctor responded. "I've reviewed what we spoke about on the phone yesterday and I'm sure I can help you both. We have a long and successful track record, especially when dealing with matters like yours."
Robert was now asking himself how much his mother told the doctor about their recent incident. Still, there was something very calming and reassuring in the doctor's voice. She exuded both confidence and kindness in a way that made both Robert and Marilyn hopeful.
"Well, let's get started, shall we?" the doctor began. "Since this is your first visit, we'll need to perform some preliminary tests. Robert, can you please go behind the screen near my desk? I'll need you to remove your clothes and wear the robe that's hanging there. Ok?"
