Approved by Doctor:Chapter 1

Dr. Connor spoke to the young guy seated before her and inquired, “How long have you been sexually attracted to your mother, Jim?”

As he saw the psychologist, the young man remained motionless. She looked strikingly like Julianne Moore and had a fiery red hairdo. Seated cross-legged with a modest display of legs, she wore a gray woman’s suit and a white button-down shirt. Her outfit was both professional and alluring, thanks to her 3-inch red pumps. Her age reminded him of his mom’s, so he assumed she was in her forties. While Dr. Connor did not share his mother’s MILF traits, he was nonetheless one.

“About a year,” he responded with a hint of pretension.

They met, and Hayle became friends with his peer. She always acted professionally and had a poker face. But the young man’s recent arrival at her workplace was still fresh in her mind. He stood at around six feet tall, sported sandy blonde hair, and displayed his toned arms in a royal blue polo shirt. Denim shorts, which showed off his toned legs and thighs, were also part of his wardrobe. He wore flip-flops for the summer. She forced herself to look away from his buttocks and brought her focus back to the conversation.

“Was there an immediate occurrence that began the attraction, or did it just evolve over time?” inquired the therapist.

He spoke up in no time. “An immediate occurrence.”

“Describe it.”

As Jim recollected, Hayle observed the motions of his learner. The doctor could tell he was having fun recalling because of the haze around his blue eyes.

“My afternoon class was cancelled, so I went home early. I was in the house and walking down the hall to my bedroom. I have to pass by the bathroom. Mom had just walked out of it. She was naked, and her hair was wet. I guess she just showered.”

To Jim’s right, Hayle cast her gaze.

“You figured you had the house to yourself. Am I correct in this presumption, Amy?”

As she sat down, Amy Johnson appeared slightly uneasy. The beautiful blonde looked much like porn star Brandi Love (without the tattoos). The top half of her sunny yellow dress hung loosely over her ample bosom. Even though she was cross-legged, the therapist unknowingly got a far better look at her attractive legs.

Hayle noticed that Amy’s thighs looked toned and silky. It took her right back to the time when the good doctor’s face had been many a night on her sorority sister’s thighs. Amy’s redheaded concentration was hindered by her enticingly dangling high heel.

After swallowing, mom quickly said, “Yes.”

While the psychologist had her sights set on the mother’s lower body, she quickly returned them to the son. “Continue.”

“We were both surprised, literally running to each other like this. Her mouth opened as if she were going to scream. Nothing came out. Also, you’d figured she would cover herself up right away. She didn’t.”

A clinician’s eyebrow was arched. “The last part of the son’s description was that she didn’t,” she reiterated. “How much time did it take her to cover up?” she continued.

He responded right away. “A good 3-4 seconds.”

Hayle glanced over at Amy for a second before turning back to her son.

“What happened next?”

“She remained motionless, hands clasped at her sides, jaw closed. Then, as if I’m imagining things, she stuck out her chest and asked, ‘Oh, Jim. What are you doing at home so early?’ Then, she covered her vagina with one hand and crossed her arm over her breasts. What really got to me was how normal her voice sounded—not upset.”

“Amy, you didn’t attempt to conceal yourself right away?” The psychotherapist asked with a sidelong glance at the mother. Why?”

A troubled sigh escaped her lips as she looked both ways before she finally spoke up: “I wanted Jim to see me.”

So, you wish your son could see you undressed, huh? The counselor emphasized the illegal attraction by repeating Amy’s remark.

A little uneasy, she said, “Yes.”

The counselor was insistent. “Why? “”

“I was thinking about Jim while I was in the shower,” Amy said in a subdued voice. I was taken aback to see him in the house when I opened the door to the restroom. I was taken aback when he noticed me at first. After that, she trailed off to hesitate, her voice somewhat uncomfortable as she said, “I wanted to see if he liked me nude.”

“While you were in the shower, thoughts of him crossed your mind. Would it be reasonable to assume that you daydreamed about your son when you were washing up?”

“Yes.”

I thought you were masturbating.” Hayle asked.

“Yes.”

“Were you surprised?””