Approved by Doctor:Chapter 3

The therapist said, “Yes,” beaming from ear to ear. “My son Robert and I were faithful lovers for three years. It was the most emotional, sexual, intense, and pleasurable experience of my life. It was also thrilling because of its forbidden, incestuous nature. His touch, taste, virility, and passion to please me, as well as himself, were beyond ‘new’ for me. His love was just the right prescription for my neglected body.”

Amy persisted with her question. “‘Neglected?'”

“My husband cheated on me—a lot,” the psychotherapist addressed. Then she leaned forward and placed a delicate palm on top of the mother’s bowed knee. Her head cocked to the side, and she shot the parent a sympathetic glance. “So I know exactly what you’ve been through, my dear Amy.”

A second period of quietness enveloped the space. The sight of Hayle’s hand resting on Amy’s knee appeared to captivate all three people. The touch had a deep psychological impact on both people, even if it seemed like a supportive gesture (and it usually was). The psychologist saw it as an opportunity for a semi-intimate touch with another woman. The feeling of another woman’s skin, which she had not experienced in a long time (aside from the customary handshake or embrace), roused the therapist’s suppressed feelings for Sappho. They were a handsome son and his mother, in her opinion. Her touch on the divorcee’s skin triggered a cascade of awe-inspiring fantasies, including what Amy must have looked like nude, how she must have felt when touched, the flavor of her pussycat, and the sound of her orgasm—did she scream? Is that a squirt? The corner of Hayle was starting to get wet.

In addition to providing some much-needed encouragement, it brought back the rare and deeply personal thoughts of Amy about “being” with another woman. Though she never gave in to her bi-curiosity, the blonde’s sexual mind never stopped wondering. As Amy reflected on the therapist’s kind yet peculiar stare, she saw a woman who mirrored her own characteristics: attractive, professional, in her 40s, and hurt by a spouse’s infidelity. She was fooling herself when she thought the psychologist would be a good fit. Many women, at least those who do it intentionally, may compliment the attractiveness of another woman without harboring any sexual attraction to her. Amy had to deal with the fact that she found this stunning redhead sexually attractive on top of her need and desire to get over her objections to becoming her son’s lover. The divorcee’s pants’ gusset had begun to get wet.

Beautiful bisexual or lesbian women had always been Jim’s favorites. He frequently nodded off to fantasies of hot ladies embracing, kissing, stroking breasts and nipples, descending on, and shrieking with pleasure at girl-on-girl contact. As he watched the therapist put her hand on his mom’s knee, he felt a tingling and an ache in his chest. Those two ladies were smoking. In contrast to his shithead father, he loved his mother deeply and would be faithful to her no matter what if their relationship succeeded. He was a male, and a young man at that, so he could see that another woman was attractive. Hayle was the one in this instance. While they devoured each other, his agitated thoughts conjured a vision of her and his mother, both of them nude and sprawled out on the carpet in front of him, lost in a passionate embrace. He was elated to hear that another attractive mother was having an affair with her son after hearing the psychologist confess to his own incest. He was curious to find out more.

“So, how did it start?”

“Robert was a talented student athlete and a member of the Dean’s List. He was only two years your senior, Jim. The redhead laughed as she prepared to continue. Not to mention his wonderful beauty and charisma—what a “member” he was.

I found out my spouse was seeing his fourth girlfriend shortly after we had our first sexual encounter. “The bastard” had an awful undertone and marked the first occasion the doctor lost her composed, businesslike demeanor.

“I was inconsolable and sobbing. In his arms, Rob soothed me. He told me I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Additionally, he revealed that he would never cheat on me as his father. “I would have no reason to, not with such a magnificently looking lady,” he confessed.

“I adored the compliment. Being in his arms was so soothing, safe, and comforting. I cannot remember the last time my husband held me tenderly like that. I looked into my son’s beautiful eyes and at his rugged face. I felt such love. His Calvin Klein Obsession for Men cologne, which I adore, served as a momentary escape from my distress. Then I felt his penis get hard against me. He was so mortified. He jumped up from the living room couch where we were sitting, screaming apologies. I heard the apologies, but I didn’t listen. I was so mesmerized by his erection. It stood so tall and proud through his jeans. Seeing a large, chubby “one” who had gained weight and size through physical contact with me roused my sexual desire. I was wet like a dishrag.

After reassuring him that I was appealing, I expressed my gratitude for his compliment. I gently kissed him on the lips. After that, it was a bit heavier. It was like we were Parisians Frenching before you knew it. Hands were all over the place. Prior to long, garments had fallen to the floor. Our next move was an alley cat fuck.

“What transpired?” the parent inquired. What caused its brief duration of three years? In response to his mother’s question, Jim gave a subtle nod.

Hayle remained silent for a moment before breaking down in tears and sniffling.

A drunk driver struck him while he was crossing the street close to his college. “He passed away in the ambulance on the way to the emergency room.” Hayle’s expression became increasingly emotional as she struggled to hold back her tears.

“That is why,” the clinician started as she collected herself, “that is the reason I perform my job. In the wake of learning about my ex’s adultery, I discovered a love that was unconventional and incredibly fulfilling—from my kid. I hope other women whose husbands or widows have deserted them or failed to acknowledge their worth might find comfort in the fact that consensual incest is a viable option. No matter how many challenges society throws at a single mother, nothing beats the pure delight and satisfaction of getting love from her son, if he does. It is none of anyone’s concern whether a mother and son behave as husband and wife within the confines of their home, provided that no harm comes to either party or that force is not applied.