Chapter 5

"He withdrew his head from between her legs. His face was shiny like a new penny. Daisy then started to beg him to screw her. 'Oh, baby, fuck me now! I want it so bad!' I started echoing in my own mind her words as if I were telling Jim. I just changed it to 'mommy.' My mind was yelling, 'Oh, Jim, fuck mommy now! I want it so bad!"

It seemed as if the psychologist's nipples could now break glass. Their sexual desire was nearly excruciatingly strong. Like a raging flood, her cuntal juices emptied into the underwear gusset. Hayle could only do one thing: throw the manila folder aside, pull up her skirt, put her hand into her pants, and paw at her snatch, all the while pleading with Amy to tell her more.

"When Jim got down on Daisy, he was bare-chested. Although I had previously observed his chiseled chest when he stood up, I was now viewing her with the eyes of a woman who was sexually hungry. It was incredible!"

Subsequently, he drew down his pants and underwear in a flash. His socks remained on. That was adorable, in my opinion. My fingers were itching to enter my cunt as soon as he undressed in a single motion, revealing his erection. In order to get between Daisy's wide thighs, he removed a condom from one of her pockets, tore it up with his teeth, and then put it on. He then picked up his jeans. I lusted after that gal! On Sunday, he turned his stiff penis toward her and started hitting her six times. I returned twice more, hoping—desiring—that it was me getting that world-class fuck as they rutted like weasels.

Hayle leaned back in her chair, her fingers curled into a professional expression of contemplation on the topic at hand. In reality, the redhead needed to collect her X-rated thoughts, which had run wild. Her skirt would be sent to the dry cleaners because of her overactive nipple. It had been a while since she had laid eyes on such a dashing couple as Amy and Jim. Her desires were running high, and she wanted nothing more than to seduce them into an intimate encounter in her private room. She was certain that she could manipulate them into a torrid triangle and spend the afternoon engaging in intimate pleasure. However, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Amy, and she wished that the blonde parent could feel the same overwhelming love and attraction that her son had for her.

Amy, may I be completely honest with you?"

"Why yes."

"I fail to perceive the issue at hand. Your son piques your interest. You act inappropriately while you're around him. You witnessed him 'in action.' You desired for him to devour and fuck you rather than this Daisy. His traits appeal to you. In addition to being physically drawn to you, he also desires a committed relationship with you. Then why not?"

Amy let out a disappointed breath as she collapsed into her chair, her frustration not directed at the doctor but at herself.

All of your points are valid, indeed. What you stated, though, is as important: "Jim is my son, and neither of us is supposed to feel this way about one another, especially me."

She longed to do something, but first she stared at the young man, in particular at his crotch, and the psychologist knew that Amy's complaint sounded whiny and weak. They were going to what she called the bedroom.

All this sexual discussion about your mom—doesn't that thrill you, Jim?"

"Yes."

She said, "I see the tent in your shorts," with an air of seriousness, and he kept silent while giving her a guilty glance.

"I want you to stand up, Jim."

Following instructions, the college student got to his feet, exposing his shorts' bulge.

As a therapist, I noticed the mother's expression change as she beheld her son's enormous wood. Hayle had to pause for a moment to take in the sight of the cloth-covered dick. Then I got up and went over to Amy's child, standing before him. "Do you mind?" I asked."

Jim nodded in agreement, confused, since he did not understand her question.

"If I had a son this good-looking and with a 'package' like this…" Hayle said, her eyes meeting Amy's.

With a swift motion, she twisted her hand around the penile top and removed it from Jim's crotch after briefly holding and massaging his balls. The doctor continued by rubbing upward along the steely shape of his erection.

"I wouldn't let him out of the house to go to the supermarket."

"Oh, really? A substantial amount of pre-come stained the front of Jim's underwear, and his boner became crumpled in his pants as he groaned in response to Hayle's unexpected yet pleasant touch.

In addition to feeling a twinge of jealousy over what Hayle had done to her son, Amy's arousal level rose somewhat as she observed him in another sexual position, much like a hungry dog longing for food but unable to get it because she was chained.

Looking at the mother's conflicted face, Hayle could see the inner struggle going on in Amy's mind, while Hayle experienced sluttish ecstasy from her first sexual touch with a man in ages. The therapist was oblivious to the fact that her love oils were coating her inner thighs because of the profound ecstasy.

According to Hayle, the moment had come.

"Maybe you two would feel more at ease in a less clinical environment," the psychologist whispered. "Why don't you try it out?" She stood up, reached out for her son and mother's hands, and made a seductive move toward the bedroom door.

"Come on."