His answer was immediate. “A good 3-4 seconds.”
Holly shot a look to Ashley, then returned to the son.
“What happened next?”
“She just stood there with her hands at her side. She closed her mouth. Next she—maybe I am wrong—seem to stick out her chest at me. She said, ‘Oh, John. What are you doing home so early?’ Then she crossed her arm over her breasts and with the other hand covered her vagina. What also struck me was the normalcy of her voice—not upset.’
The psychologist shot another look to the mother. “Ashley, you didn’t try to hide yourself right away? Why?”
She looked down and up, released a distressed sigh then answered. “I wanted John to see me.”
“You wanted your son to see you—naked?” the counselor repeated Ashley’s reply to add emphasis to the illicit attraction.
Uneasily she replied. “Yes.”
The therapist pushed. “Why?”
Ashley’s tone was demure. “I was thinking about John while I was in the shower. When I opened the bathroom door and I saw him, I was surprised he was home. Initially I was surprised he saw me. Then…” she trailed off to pause and then continue in an almost embarrassed tone, “I wanted to see if he liked me nude.”
“You were thinking about him while you were in the shower? Is it fair to say you were fantasizing about your son while you were in the shower?”
“Yes.”
“Were you masturbating?” queried Holly.
“Yes.”
“Did you climax?”
A little stunned at the question, Ashley replied incredulously. “Yes.”
“So you pleasured yourself, came, and then when the object of your desire unexpectedly appeared, you wanted him to see you naked. Would this be a valid presumption?”
“Yes,” croaked Ashley.
The psychologist turned to the college student. “John, after your initial shock, how would you describe your mother without any clothes on and why do you find her so stimulating?”
Directly and confidently he replied. “My mother is a MILF goddess. I mean, look at her! She is so sexy. I loved seeing her bare, big tits. Her areoles are also big. Her nipples were erect and fat. I love big tits. She works out a lot at the gym so her waist could rival a girl’s my age. She’s got wide hips, just like an older woman should have. Her pussy that day had some stubble on it, like it was recently shaved. I like that on a woman, not too much pubic hair. Or well trimmed. I also like a bald kitty too. And mom’s legs are long. I LOVE long legs. Mom has snakes for legs. As a person, Mom is a doll. She is sweet, caring, faithful, and is fun to be around.”
Holly saw how Ashley stared at her son during and after his verbal appraisal. The parent looked flattered. A small, shy, appreciative grin appeared on the blonde. The therapist began questioning her.
“How long have you been sexually attracted to your son, Ashley?”
The mother released a guilt-ridden sigh. “I guess it began a few months before the shower incident.”
“And this was how long after the divorce?” Holly would soon realize she unintentionally stepped on a sore spot for Ashley.
The mother’s reply started out nicely with “More than a year” then suddenly shifted to an upset “Dr. Connor, what kind of doctor are you?!”