Therapy Helps Me Fuc My Lonely Mom

Mom pulled the car over in front of the therapist's office and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"Have a great session baby" she said.

"Whatever" I replied, feeling frustrated and annoyed to still have to be seeing this quack.

"I'll pick you up at 2!" Mom said as she began to drive off.

I made my way up the steps of the brownstone and into Dr. Lane's office. Dr. Angela Lane had been my therapist for the past few years. Mom and dad said I had an "attitude" problem and that she would help me focus my anger towards more productive things. It all started after one overly frustrating day when mom's nagging and annoyance finally sent me over the edge and forced me to let out a "Fuck off mom!" That was the final straw for dad. It was an immediate grounding followed by my first appointment with Dr. Lane.

I pressed the button letting her know I had arrived and sat and waited in her living room. I always thought being a therapist and working out of your own home was a strange idea. What if she had a lunatic as a client who lost his mind one day and was out for blood...he'd know right where she lived. The office door opened and Dr. Lane gestured me in.

"Welcome Frederick."

I hated when people called me by my full name, but no matter how many times I corrected her, she would never call me Fred.

"So I'd like to pick up where we left off, but first, how was this past week? Are you feeling like you've made any progress in your resentment towards your parents?"

"I guess" I lied.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"I don't know what you want me to say! Do I love my parents? Sure. But it's hard to get past the fact that my dad is a fucking moron who doesn't know how good he has it, and mom is too fucking weak to do anything about it. And meanwhile, I'm just supposed to take it from them that somehow I'm the one with who needs help?"

"Frederick, this is not the first time you've referenced your father's lack of appreciation for his circumstances. Can you explain that a little more? What do you mean exactly?"

"I mean...he convinces mom to marry him when she's 19, she's a 10 out of 10 and he's a fat, balding loser, and for some reason, she loves him and has his children and plays housewife and he can't even find the strength to touch her! But he has no problem fucking his god damn golf instructor!"

"Frederick, what did we say about making accusations you can't prove?"

"Oh I can prove it. I found her panties in the back of his car. And the seat smelled like sex and pussy. I may be a virgin, but I know what pussy smells like doc."

"Well why do you assume it was some other woman and not your mom's panties?"

"Because she doesn't own those panties..." I stopped as soon as I realized what I had said, but it had already come out.

"Interesting. And how do you know that she doesn't own those panties?"

"I...." Uh oh. "I don't. I just...they didn't seem like her size. They were tiny, and slutty. The kind some 18 year old whore from the country club would wear."

There was a long pause as Dr. Lane jotted down notes in her book.

"Look, all I'm trying to say is, it's hard to respect my dad, and sometimes it feels even harder to respect mom for staying with such a bum."

"Frederick, you know that everything we talk about in this room stays in this room, and it does you no good to be dishonest in here. So, when I ask you this next question, really think about staying honest and unashamed. Have you been going through your mom's panties?"

"What?!?" I defended, embarrassed.

"I will also just add that that would not be abnormal and that sons being intrigued by the sexuality of their mothers is not a novel concept."

I was trapped...in a corner of my own making.

"Fine."

"Fine...as in you..."

"Yes! Happy?" I snapped at her.

"Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about the first time you went through your mom's drawers."

I figured there was no use trying to move her off of this conversation. Once Dr. Lane sunk her teeth into something, she rarely ever let up.

"I was just curious to see what I'd find."

"And what were you looking for?"

"Something sexy...lingerie or sex toys or something."

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes" I replied after a moment of shame.

"Frederick, there is no shame in this room. I am not judging you in any way, shape or form, and you should not judge yourself either. This is an opportunity for us to open a box in your mind previous hidden and locked up, and perhaps find some answers to who you are and why. Tell me what you found."

"I found a dildo and a vibrator...some lubricant."

"And what did you think about that? That must have been an interesting side of your mom to be revealed to you."

"I was happy."

"Why happy?"

"I don't know. I guess I was happy to know that she pleasures herself, since I know dad doesn't."

"What did you do next?"

"Nothing."

"Frederick..."

"What!?" I snapped again. "What? Do you want to know that I grabbed her dirty panties and sniffed them while I jacked off? That I sucked on her toys trying to taste any pussy left on it? Fuck! Why are we talking about this?"

"Is that what you did Frederick?"

Long pause.

"Yes!" I huffed.

"And were you fantasizing while you masturbated with her toys and panties? If so, what about?"

"I don't know" I said with my head hung low. "Her, I guess."

"Frederick, last month we discussed how you enjoy porn. I want to ask if any of the porn you watch is incest related, or perhaps of women that remind you of your mom?"

"Maybe..."

"Which?"

"Both." I admitted. "I found a woman who looks just like mom who does a lot of incest porn."

"And how often are you going to that style of porn when you are masturbating?"

"Every time..."

"Frederick, let's point this towards the potentially obvious answer that's sitting right in front of us. Would you say that some of your hatred of your father might be rooted in some form of jealousy? Could it perhaps be that you want your mother, physically...emotionally...and that you resent your father for not taking advantage of something you wish you had?"

I sat there, silent, not totally sure how I got myself into this situation with Dr. Lane. This was not a revelation to me at all...I knew I wanted my mom, but I was NEVER going to let anyone else know that! But here I was, spilling it all out to my fucking therapist.

"There's no use lying about it I guess" I shamefully admitted. "Does that make me a sick person? I want to fuck my mom...does that make me some awful pervert? What should I do?"

"That does not make you a sick person. It does not make you a pervert. You are one of millions of men throughout the history of time who will hold some type of sexual desire for their mother. Maybe you've heard of Oedipus Rex? Lust for the mother is tracked back past ancient Greeks. It might be a little more graphic today, with today's porn, but it all comes from the same internal desire. You spent nine months inside your mother, and then you spent years at her breast, holding her and sucking at her nipple for sustenance and life. It is completely common that at some point, your mind could find its way toward lusting for her sexually. You are not a pervert."

"Really?" I was genuinely surprised by this response. It was almost as if she were taking my side on something I thought was closer to a demon I had inside me, than a normal human instinct.

"Really." She affirmed.

"So what do I do to stop it?"

"Well, in my experience, there's really three paths you can take. The first, and most common, is that you do nothing. You try to bond with your father and work to let go of this hate, and you work towards having a solid relationship with your parents. You continue to have this sexual fantasy, and perhaps you find other outlets in life to scratch at that itch when you need to - whether that be porn, or roleplay with a partner, etc. The second path is you treat it like any other addiction, and you purge porn from your life. You train yourself to see your mother in a different light, slowly, and with deliberate effort, and you distract yourself from these thoughts by finding new sexual desires in other women. It will take years to get it to a place where you don't ever think about her that way again, but it is possible. The third path - and the one I will admit I have seen the most success in - is that you sit your mother down and tell her everything. You tell her how you feel, what you've done, your thoughts, your fantasies, your obsessions, and the two of you work it out together. Nothing will help you through this faster than honesty and openness. Once you've taken that weight of secrecy and guilt off your shoulders, you can more easily move past it."

"Tell mom?! Are you serious? She'll think I'm a freak!"

"I don't believe she will. Your mother loves you, and cares about you deeply. It may be a hard conversation to have, but I promise you it will be liberating."

Dr. Lane looked at her watch and then closed her book.

"Frederick, that's our time today. This was a great session. I'm very proud of you for opening up like this. I really feel like you made a serious breakthrough today. You take your time in processing this session and I'll see you next week and we can pick up from where we left off."

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I sat on the steps of the brownstone and waited for mom to pull up. I was spiraling in chaos in my mind. A part of me felt relieved to have said that secret out loud, but another part of me was terrified about what Dr. Lane had suggested. Could I really tell mom about all this? Should I? Why?

Mom's silver BMW pulled up to the curb in front of me as the passenger window rolled down.

"Hey baby!" She shouted out to me.

I sheepishly lugged myself into the car with her and we drove off.

"How'd it go?" She asked with a smile.

We had our usual conversation throughout the drive home, but I was completely and utterly distracted and lost in my thoughts. She was stunningly beautiful, and while, before today, I would spend that car ride resenting her and fuming inside over my disdain for her and dad...today's head full of thoughts were more geared around her body and how I wanted every inch of it. It seemed like today's session only amplified my lust for mom.

It was a hot day and the a/c blew her wispy blonde hair dancing around her ears and shoulders. The smell of her perfume rushed its way into my nostrils, making me think of the smell and feel of being wrapped up in her soft arms. Small beads of sweat dripped down her chest and into her sizable cleavage and I was acutely aware of how amazing her breasts looked in the top she was wearing. She was wearing a tight tank top tucked into short jean shorts. She had a unique ability to make her outfit both seem as though they hugged her form tightly and simultaneously seem like they barely touched her body at all...as though they provided no barrier at all, should I want to slide my hand down the waist of her shorts.

We pulled up to our house and I rushed up to my room and closed the door. I hated to admit it, but the only thing I could think to do to clear my mind was rub one out. I locked my door, turned my stereo up loud and plugged my headphones into my laptop. I pulled my favorite model and watched one of her newer mom/son videos. I pulled my bottle of lube off from under my bed and started slowly getting my cock hard and wet. I didn't even make it past the son sliding his cock into his mom for his first pump before I erupted all over myself. My first rope of cum hit me in the face and dripped across my lips. The next couple hit my chest and the last few dribbled over my knuckles as I pumped every last drop out of me. I never minded the taste of my own cum, so it wasn't weird to me at all to lick my lips and taste a glob of my hot semen. I reached over to grab a dirty shirt on the floor and wiped my face and body clean with it. I wiped my hands and then tossed it in the hamper across the room. I tucked my withering cock back into my shorts and fell asleep.

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I woke up around 6:45PM, drowsy and discombobulated. I threw a shirt over my cum-crusted chest and stomach and went downstairs.

"There you are sleepy head" mom said as I made my way into the kitchen where she was making dinner.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Well your sister is staying at Annie's tonight, and your brother will likely stay with Garrett after they're done playing video games all evening, and your dad is in Phoenix until Monday morning. So it looks like it's just you and me this Friday night! What do you say we order in some desserts after dinner and pick out a movie?"

"Sounds good" I said.

My siblings were always out with their friends. I, on the other hand, was more of a loner. So a Friday night at home with mom was not an unusual occurrence. We ate and then tag teamed the dishes. Mom went and put on her pj's, which consisted of incredibly short and flimsy cotton bottoms and a button down cotton top that did nothing to hide the shape of her breasts or the protrusion of her erect nipples in the house's a/c. We picked out a movie and settled into the couch.

"For once, would you just come be my little baby and cuddle up with your mom?" She begged.

"Mom...just play the movie already."

"Fine, then I'll come to you!"

She got up and made her way over to my side of the couch and cuddled up next to me. I tried hard to just focus on the movie, but every little shift she made was followed by a seductive bounce of her large, natural tits. I was doing alright with it all until she decided to lay down and rest her head in my lap. I looked down at her, her breasts stacked on top of one another as she laid on her side and her pj bottoms riding up her ass crack giving me a pretty incredible view of her ass cheeks that had escaped the fabric. I began to quickly panic as I felt my cock twitch and begin filling with blood. I tried everything to "mind over matter" the situation, but the more I tried, the worse it got. I was throbbing. It was almost as if I could feel every red blood cell as it pumped through my member, one after the other running into a wall and pushing harder and harder into my cock. There was no hiding it as it pushed harder and harder into the back of her head.

Before I could make an excuse to get up and leave the room, she noticed something poking the back of her head and reached back to adjust whatever it was.

"Honey, could you move your arm..." she stopped as the back of her hand came into contact with what she very quickly realized was her son's erect penis.

She sat up quickly.

"Oh...Freddie" she started.

"Fuck..." I said out loud. "I'm sorry!" And I got up to rush upstairs to my room.

"Baby, wait! It's ok! It's perfectly natural." She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the couch. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It will go away! Don't even think about it."

I sat back down on the couch and put a pillow over my crotch. She sat up next to me, visibly uncomfortable with the exchange she just had with her son, and now crossed her arms over her breasts, realizing how exposing her outfit was.

"Your mom probably shouldn't be dressed so skimpy anyway" she laughed trying to break the ice. I chuckled nervously trying to help.

We sat in utter silence, not knowing what to say to each other. The movie kept on playing, but I didn't register a single word of it. All I could think about was Dr. Lane and her advice. I thought to myself, "maybe I should just come clean to her, like Dr. Lane said to do." The thought of that kind of admission coming out of my mouth started to make my heart pound hard. My stomach knotted up. Holy shit, was I actually going to do this? I honestly never thought I was this brave, because the next thing that came out of my mouth was,

"Mom, I need to talk to you about my therapy session today." My voice cracked and I was visibly shaking.

"Oh baby, what's wrong? You're shaking!" She said as she gave up trying to hide her body behind her arms and got right up next to me and hugged me tight. "Baby, everything is ok! You don't have to worry about anything. You can tell me anything."

"I don't know how to talk about this, but Dr. Lane told me it was the best path forward."

I could see my mom was eager and overjoyed at the possibility that therapy was finally working and that she was about to have a breakthrough with her son. She was not prepared, however, for what was about to come out of her son's mouth.

"Dr. Lane thinks..." I quivered. "She thinks that part of the reason why I push you away is that..." I paused.

"Baby, what is it?"

"She thinks part of the reason is because I...I have feelings for you." Holy shit, I said it. "...feelings I can't quite explain."

She made a face, but I wasn't sure what type of face it was, or what it was supposed to convey. It was confused, loving, concerned, nurturing all in one.

"What kind of feelings honey?"

"Like...sexual feelings" I barely got out, bowing my head in shame. But I went on. "And she thinks that I resent dad so much because I don't think he treats you right, or knows how amazing he has it with you...and that maybe I take it out on you for putting up with him...and I'm thinking that she might be right about all that."

She paused and put her hand over her heart, processing what she just heard. Her son has sexual feelings for her. She finally spoke.

"Baby...How long have you had these feelings?"

"A while I guess" I replied. "Sometimes it feels like I can't help it when it comes into my head...and it makes me do things. Bad things."

"What kind of bad things?" She asked as he took my hand in hers and locked eyes with me.

"I don't want to say...mom I shouldn't have said anything...I'm sorry" I pulled away and started to get up to leave. She pulled me back in.

"You can say baby. I won't be mad. You can tell me anything."

I sat there and looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with her.

"I...I stole your panties...and I played with myself."

She took this as an opportunity to brush this whole thing off and laughed.

"Oh honey" she giggled. "I didn't know if it was you or your brother that took my panties, but I don't care about that. That's a normal thing for young men like you, all hopped up on hormones and sex drive all the time! Don't beat yourself up about that. You are hardly the first son who went through his mom's pantie drawer. I won't tell if you don't" she winked at me.

But she could tell that didn't solve the problem. It was deeper than that, and that became clear to her quickly.

"Baby? Are you alright?"

I don't know why, but I just kept on admitting. I figured Dr. Lane knew what she was talking about, so I just kept unloading my guilt.

"I watch incest porn all the time..."

She looked at me, concerned.

"You..."

"Yes. Moms and sons. It turns me on, and when I can just...finish...it helps me get the thoughts of you out of my head for a little bit."

"Oh..." she uttered. "Honey, aren't there girls in your class you're pining over? I just assumed at your age, you'd be getting your sexual energy out that way, no?"

"I....I'm a virgin" I admitted, full of embarrassment.

"Oh. Baby, that's ok. Mayb you just need to find a nice girl to get your mind off all this. And distract you from that kind of porn."

"But I don't want to find a girl" I said, quietly. "No one I have ever met makes me feel the way I do inside when I look at you. And so that porn is my only outlet, I think."

We sat there together in silence. She didn't know what to say, and I was terrified that I had just ruined any possibility of a relationship with my mom. Did I need to move out now? What the hell would I do? I'd have to just run off and change my name and start a new life! But then...