Shawn and his mother Jennifer sat fiddling with their phones. Shawn was scrolling through Facebook, and Jennifer was texting her sister. They were sitting in the living/waiting room of therapist Deborah Peters for their usual Wednesday appointment. They had started seeing Deborah during Jennifer's divorce from her now ex-husband five years earlier. Shawn was thirteen when his parents' marriage started falling apart. Once he realized what was going on it affected him more than he was willing to admit. When they divorced a year later he retreated into himself, barely spoke and often locked himself in his room for hours at a time drowning out the outside world with loud music or video games. Deborah came highly recommended, and she was able to help both Shawn and Jennifer, during and especially after the divorce was final.
Shawn had retreated so far into himself it amazed Jennifer that Deborah was able to bring her now 19 year old son back from the depression he had fallen into. Shawn had come back out of his shell and he and his mother had gotten closer in the years since the divorce. There were still some things he didn't feel comfortable telling her, and that's where Deborah came in.
Jennifer was also amazed that Deborah was able to make her feel better about all the shit she had gone through with her ex-husband. The first eleven and a half years of their marriage had been great, but somewhere along the line they grew apart and in the last couple of years they were barely speaking to each other and were sleeping in separate rooms. After 15 years of marriage, they filed for divorce. Jenny was able to get out a lot of her frustration talking to Deborah.
The door to Deborah's office opened and she stepped out. Shawn and Jennifer looked up.
"Sorry for the wait," she said, "I had a patient on the phone. So, who's first today?"
"Go ahead, honey." Jennifer said, patting her son on the leg. "Your Aunt and I are texting, and you know how she is when she gets going."
Shawn rolled his eyes, "Yeah, once Aunt Patty gets started it's hard to get her to stop."
Deborah ushered Shawn into her office. It used to be a study, but since she decided to work out of her home instead of leasing office space, she transformed it into her office. Shawn liked Deborah, aside from the fact that he could tell her things he couldn't tell his mother, there was also the fact that she was stunning. She may have been 28 years older than him, but she had the body of a woman at least ten to fifteen years younger. Standing at 5' 8", she had a trim athletic build, an impressive 40DD chest (which she tried with varying levels of success to hide with baggy or loose fitting tops), and killer legs. Shawn had never been into older women, especially women that were old enough to be his mother, but Deborah was the exception.
He plopped down on the couch as Deborah sat down in her easy chair.
"So, what's going on Shawn?"
"Not much... actually that's bullshit." he said, "Deb, you don't tell my mother what happens in our sessions, right?"
Deborah didn't mind that her patients referred to her by Deborah, Debbie or Deb. She wanted them to feel like they were talking to a friend, not a therapist. She wanted them to speak their minds, so she didn't mind if they swore, yelled, cried, or just generally vented. It was also part of the reason she worked out of her home. She figured people would be more comfortable in her home instead of a cold, impersonal office.
"Of course not," Deborah said, "What you say stays between us, it's that whole doctor/patient confidentiality rule. I can't tell you mother anything unless I think it's illegal, or you're a danger to yourself or others. You know you can tell me anything."
"Something happened a couple of weeks ago, and mom doesn't know... at least I don't think she does." Shawn said, looking down at the floor.
"Shawn, what is it?"
"I saw my mother naked." he finally said.
"And you're not sure if she knows?" Deborah asked.
He nodded, "I came home from my friend's house, and as I went upstairs to my room I passed by mom's room. She'd just gotten out of the shower, and she didn't have the bedroom door closed all the way. As I passed by, I glanced in just as she took her towel off to dry herself, and I could see everything, well most everything. She was standing in front of the window and the light was shining just right, so I could only see her in profile. But it was enough. I could see all her curves, and..."
"It excited you."
Shawn nodded, "Yeah, it did. I mean, I've seen naked women before, but this was my mother. She probably didn't close the door all the way because she was home alone and didn't think I'd be home anytime soon."
"Go on," Deborah said, "What happened next?"
Shawn kicked off his sneakers and put his feet up on the couch. Deborah didn't mind, she encouraged her patients to get comfortable while they were talking to her. Some people would actually lay down, some would stretch out like Shawn was, some curled their feet up under them. Whatever made them feel comfortable.
"She turned and went back to the bathroom and I snuck back downstairs and made a show out of making noise and letting her know I was home. I heard her bedroom door close after that." Shawn said, "I kept replaying that moment over and over in my head."
"And how do you feel about that?" Deborah asked.
"A little guilty. Like I said, mom thought she was alone, and certainly wasn't expecting me to be peeping in on her. And she's my mother." He finally looked up. "I shouldn't be perving on my mother like that, right?"
"Well, it's not like you planned it, right?" Deborah said, "It was an accident. You had no idea she'd be coming out of the shower at that exact moment."
"Well at least not that time." Shawn said.
"Meaning?"
"I tried to see her again, and I did, a few times." Shawn said, "I went out of my way to listen for her in the shower. I was determined to see her naked again. Part of me knew it was wrong, but part of me wanted to see her again, the part of me that wanted to see her won out."
He sighed, and looked up at Deborah, she wasn't judging him, he could tell that just by looking at her. She was patiently waiting for him to tell her the rest of the story.
"First time was last Saturday." he finally said, "I usually sleep in, but I had to pee, so I got up and went to the bathroom, and that's when I heard the shower in mom's bathroom running."
Jennifer's bedroom had an attached bathroom, while Shawn's didn't, so he had to use the bathroom down the hall from his room. Due to the way the upstairs was set up, he could see into his mother's room from the hall bathroom.
"The door was ajar again, and I heard the water shut off. I stayed in the bathroom with the lights off, peeking into her room. Again she came out into the bedroom to dry off. I was able to get a somewhat better look, but because of the angle she kept moving out of my line of sight."
Shawn adjusted his position on the couch, his dick was getting hard, and he was trying to adjust it without being obvious about it. If Deborah noticed, she didn't say anything.
"Then again last Tuesday," Shawn continued, "Again the door was ajar and I snuck up and peeked in. Unlike the other two times where she came out of the bathroom without the towel wrapped around her, this time she was drying her hair. I was mesmerized by the sight of her body. I mean I guess I sort of always knew mom had a nice body, I saw her in her bathing suit when we went to the beach or swam in the pool in the backyard, but that was a one piece and not a bikini. This was the first really good view I had of her body. She's got the most perfect breasts I've ever seen, and she doesn't look like she gave birth to me all those years ago, she's... oh god, I can't believe I'm talking about my mother like this."
He again shifted to try to surreptitiously adjust his growing erection.
"But her body, it's just perfect. She stopped in front of the mirror and stretched, and I could see everything. It's like she was admiring herself, she even smiled a bit, turning one way and then the other, turning all the way around and looking over her shoulder at her reflection. I saw her from all angles, and I..."
He couldn't finish, his dick was fully hard, and this time there was no way he could adjust it without being obvious about it.
"You got an erection?" Deborah asked.
Shawn nodded. "I left before she could see me though. The same thing happened again on Thursday. She came out with the towel wrapped around her, then took it off to dry herself off. I was mesmerized watching her breasts jiggle as she moved. I looked at her butt when she bent over to dry her legs. Then she did the same thing she did on Tuesday. Admired herself in the mirror. But then..."
Again he had to adjust his rock hard dick. Again Deborah didn't say anything as he quite obviously adjusted himself.
"...then, she started... she started touching herself." Shawn finally said, "She turned around and looked at herself from behind. She reached behind her and grabbed her butt, squeezed it a couple of times, and then turned around as she ran her hands up her body, and grabbed her breasts, and squeezed them as well. Then she... she... she put her hands between her legs, and started... I can't believe I'm about to say this. She started masturbating."
He stopped again and got up and walked over to the mini-fridge Deborah kept in the corner of the room with various refreshments for her patients. He grabbed a soda, took a swig as he walked back over to the couch and sat back down.
"I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The more she touched herself, the more excited she got, she started moaning and groaning, moving one of her hands back up to her tits... I mean her breasts, and squeezing and pinching her nipple. I couldn't help it, and I..."
"You started masturbating too?" Deborah asked. Shawn nodded and took another swig of soda.
"I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life, and that included when I lost my virginity to Alicia Miller last year." He said, referring to the girl he had lost his virginity to a year earlier, a couple of months after his 18th birthday. "Hearing mom moan and groan and watching her hand move faster and faster between her legs just pushed me over the edge, and then she... she... you know..."
"Had an orgasm." Deborah said, again finishing the thought that Shawn was having trouble saying himself.
