“This is the room I enable a mother and son to really begin to explore and enjoy each other. I don’t use this for every one of my clients.” She put a hand on the upper arms of the blonde and her son. “I use it for only special clients, like you two. Special…beautiful clients.”
There was a moment of silence as the three formed a triangle. The silence was offset by the varying degrees of heavy breathing amongst them. Anticipation, excitement, and—for Ashley—nervousness hung in the air. The parent and child looked to the psychologist for guidance. She gave it.
“John, kiss your mother.”
The college student, without hesitation, leaned into Ashley’s face. Holly’s hand released itself from his as he motioned. Her other hand went to laying flat against the middle of Ashley’s back. It was a preventive measure in case she hesitated. It was needed, as the blonde flinched and tried to back up.
“I love you, Mom,” he sighed, before pressing his lips against hers.
Holly saw Ashley was not repulsed, but not receptive. She leaned into the blonde’s ear.
“You have your man, now, Ashley,” she erotically whispered. “Your son, John, is right here…willing and wanting to be yours, and yours alone. You never have to go without any love—every type of love—ever again.” The therapist gently pushed aside a blonde strand with her fingers and rested her lips on the mother’s ear. “No more lonely nights. No more broken heart. No more being without the touch of a man. You have your man right now. Right here. He’ll fuck you and suck you—anytime, every time. This is the man you have wanted for so long…your son, John. Now, Ashley, kiss your son like you really want to.” Just before pulling away, Holly flicked her tongue at the edge of the parent’s ear lobe.
Holly’s words, her touch on Ashley’s ear, the zeal and passion from John’s lips against hers, all that had passed between her and him—it was entirely too much for the divorcee. The last wall of resistance fell within her mind. She puckered up and returned her son’s kiss. Then the blonde wrapped her arms around John and pulled him into her. The liplock grew intense and hot. The two mouths hungrily crawled over each and soon their tongues joined the fun. Spit was swopped and heads rolled lazily round as mother and son kissed like newlyweds.
The heavy, amorous smooch was halted by Ashley. She pulled away to look deeply at John. Initially there was a pained look on her face. Tear streaks seem to indicate this. But a happy smile soon appeared on the mother’s face.
“I love you, baby. I love you, John,” she declared in triumphant. Immediately then did her eyes close half-way, giving her a hazy look, and she replanted her lips against her son’s.
The kiss returned to its five-alarm status, now with hands roaming over backs and squeezing asses.
Holly looked on as the illicit couple began to strip. The counselor felt pride and a bit envious. But she would make her presence known later on. For now, it was time for Ashley and John to enjoy and love each other. And the therapist would cherish every minute watching this taboo mating. She backed away from the lovers to the chaise lounge, where she shucked off her jacket, and begin to unbutton her blouse. Neither the blonde nor her son heard the zipper on Holly’s skirt being pulled down or saw it hit the floor. They were too busy as their own clothes were coming off.