SATURDAY MORNING SESSION

At the request of a friend, an important friend, I'd scheduled a Saturday session. I had no other appointments; we had all day.

It was clear that his son, who was now talking, had something he wanted to say, but he wanted me to force it out of him. The reason for the cat and mouse game was also clear. Several times, out of the corner of his eye, he'd glanced at his step-mother - they were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, each leaning on the arm rest. She hadn't notice his looks, I had. He was checking her reactions. Whatever he wanted to say was going to annoy her. He wanted to spill the beans, but wanted to be able to blame me when he did.

I decided to push anyway, repeating my prior question.

"Do you have a specific example you can share?"

He shuffled, pretending he didn't want to say what he was about to say. I'd seen better dissemblers, but in his defense he was nineteen and I'm an experienced psychologist specializing in family counseling.

"Well, there was the time I found her masturbating on my bed."

Annoyance sparked in her lovely green eyes, which were framed by her heavy pronounced eyebrows, but the look quickly vanished. She was far too intelligent, too cool a customer to give her feelings away that easily. Instead, in an exasperated, somewhat patronizing voice, she said, "Go ahead, tell her."

"Well, I got home early one day from playing basketball and found her in my bedroom, lying on my bed masturbating. Isn't that weird, I mean, in my bedroom. She's got her own room after all."

I turned my gaze to Jennifer.

"Yes, I was masturbating. I'd been making the beds, washing and changing the sheets. I'd just taken his linen out of the dryer and put mine and Alton's in."

Alton was her husband; he was the one who asked me to consult with his new wife and his son from his first marriage.

"I was making his bed; I'd been aroused most of the day and, as I said, my bed was unavailable. So when I was done with his I laid down and, y'know, started. In hindsight I shouldn't have, but I thought I was alone; he wasn't supposed to be back for another couple of hours."

When she finished Alex added, as if scoring a point, "There's another thing, she was only wearing underwear. I looked around the room; there were no clothes lying around. She was changing my bed wearing only a bra and panties."

Her tone still exasperated, "Yes, sometimes I did housework in my underwear, its fun and its comfortable. That's come to an end too."

It must have been quite a sight, I thought. Jennifer was a striking women, five feet five inches tall, 135 pounds or so, round face, full breasts, and an hourglass figure; like me, she was in her mid-thirties.

But enough admiring; it was time to get back to business.

He'd acknowledged taking the time to look around for her clothes. Exactly how long had he watched? I'd find out, but obliquely; I didn't want to scare either of them off.

"Alex, when you say masturbate, well that can mean a lot of different things, from a woman simply caressing her breasts through her clothing to using her fingers on herself to employing a toy. Can you describe for me in greater detail what you saw?"

Jennifer started to cut in, but I intervened, "Please, you'll have your turn."

She sat back and crossed her legs, letting me have my way. A lot of people wouldn't have, refusing to go further. She was giving me a lot of leeway. I'd take advantage of that.

He started haltingly, unsure of how far he could go. "Well, she was, she was lying on my bed, on her stomach, wearing panties and a bra, nothing else."

I wanted him to pay attention to the details, to fix the picture in his head.

"What color were they?"

"What?"

"The bra and the panties, what color were they?"

"White."

"Were they skimpy, like a thong, or more substantial, akin to a man's underwear, or somewhere in between."

I watched him do what I wanted him to do, turn his mind inward, re-imagine the moment. His blue eyes took on a hazy appearance, confirming that he was both seeing it in his head and enjoying the memory. No reason he shouldn't; as I said his step-mother was a lovely woman.

"The bra, well, it covered everything. The panties, I guess they were in-between. The waist band was lacy and white and ended in a thong. Later on, when she rolled over, I saw the front, it was more substantial. The band was still lacy and white, but the bottom, the part over her, over her..., it was black, it covered everything."

"Good. Was she wearing her hair up or down?"

Jennifer had lovely thick black hair. It was up at the moment.

"Down, she wore it down. It was behind her head. She was lying on a pillow, pressing her head into it, facing the door, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open."

"Was she wearing make-up?"

He returned to the picture in his head. "Yes."

"Good, now tell me what was happening."

"She was lying on her stomach, she had two hands underneath herself, she was laying on top of them, she was breathing pretty hard and, I mean I couldn't see it, but it was pretty clear she was touching herself. She was raising her, well her..."

"Butt," I suggested.

"Yeah, her butt up in the air, over and over, but slowly, gently. It was pretty intense; it was clear she hadn't just started."

"Were her hands inside her panties or was she touching herself through her panties?"

He paused, referring to the picture in his mind. "I can't be sure, she was on her stomach, but when she rolled over she picked herself up on one arm and the other hand, well, it was pressed to the outside of her panties, against her..." He stopped, not sure, for the second time, what word to use. "I think she was touching herself through her panties."

"Excellent, now tell me what happened when she rolled over."

"You see, he kept watching ..."

I'd expected her to interrupt sooner. I turned to face her, squared my body, and with my best in-command voice and posture said, "Jennifer, you will have your turn." As I did I saw something unexpected; her breathing had slowed and deepened, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her pupils had dilated, not a lot, but enough for someone with my experience to notice. Part of her was digging this story.

She settled back on the couch, moved some hairs off her face, and with a slight quiver to her voice said, "I'm sorry."

When I asserted my authority, she responded. Good thing to know.

"It's okay. Its normal to want to interrupt, but right not I need you to listen, pay close attention to what he's saying, every detail. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Now Alex, please go on."

"She was facing the door, so as she rolled over on her back I could see everything. She pulled the band of her panties aside with one hand. The other hand, the one that had been pressed to her..., the one that had been on the outside of her panties, she slipped inside. At first I couldn't see exactly what she as doing, but the muscles on her arm were moving so I knew something was going on. I was about to turn around, leave, but I heard her gasp; I wasn't sure whether she was okay, so I hesitated. Then I could see it, a slight tent in her panties, rising and falling. Her fingers were bent, working on her..."

Here he stopped. For the fourth time he needed the word.

I gave it to him. "Her sex."

"Yes, yes, her sex."

I wanted both their minds focused on those fingers.

"Was she wearing nail polish?"

He was picturing the hand as it snaked inside her panties.

"She had polish on, but I'm not sure about the color; it was either clear or a very light pink."

"Could you tell what she was doing with her fingers? Was she pushing them inside herself, playing with her clitoris, stroking herself, something else?"

I looked at Jennifer from the corner of my eye, concerned she might interrupt, or throw a fit, or leave the room. I was counting on several things to keep her in place: our earlier exchange, my natural gravitas and excellent reputation, the fact that I'd been paid in advance and had the complete and wholehearted endorsement of Alton, Jennifer's husband and Alex's father, but as I looked at her I saw something else. She was leaning forward, breathing through her open mouth, the tip of her tongue lay on her lower lip; she rolled a few loose strands of her hair between her fingers, brought them to her mouth. My previous assessment had been spot-on; as Alex replayed the event in his mind, so did she, and the thoughts clearly aroused her.

Meanwhile Alex had grown quiet. In trying to answer my question he'd turned his focus completely inward, the movie of his step-mother's masturbation unfolding in his mind. Taking advantage of Alex's hesitation I turned my full gaze to Jennifer. When she realized I was looking at her she straightened up, trying to regain her composure. I nodded my head, letting her know everything was okay, that she'd have her turn.

Alex continued. "Well, you could see the tent in her panties grow and shrink. I mean I can't be sure, but it looked like she was pushing her fingers inside herself, over and over, sometimes moving them around inside. She started moaning, real low, long and drawn out and took slow deep breaths. Her skin glowed, a gentle red, her head rolled back on my pillow. I mean, I couldn't believe it, my step-mom was laying on my bed, masturbating. Then she put a second hand inside her panties and moaned again, but this time deeper, more from her gut. It seemed like this hand was playing with her clitoris. She started rocking her hips up and down. Then the hand, the one I think was on her clit, she took it out and brought it to her mouth."

"Was her motion fast or slow, did she seem in a hurry or was she taking her time, like she was not worried about being interrupted?"

He swallowed. "Taking her time, like she didn't expect me home."

"Go on," I said, "tell me about the hand."

"Well she dragged it nice and slow on her skin, touching herself with her fingertips along the entire trip to her lips. The fingertips were wet, you could see them glisten in the sunlight. Her movements were really quite graceful, elegant. When she got her hand to her mouth she licked the fingers, once, then again, with the tip of her tongue. Then her tongue came out of her mouth and she lay the fingers on it and drew her tongue and the fingers into her mouth."

He stopped, the memory burning into his brain, clear in his mind's eye, and said, "I remember now, her fingernails were pink."

I caught Jennifer in my peripheral vision. She nodded her head in agreement; she was recalling the moment just as he was, agreeing with his assessment. I looked to her hands; she had a surgeon's hands, well cared for, strong, long, and graceful, nails carefully trimmed and painted, as they were on that day, a light pink. Unconsciously, she repeated the movement her step-son was describing; she brought her hand to her mouth, her tongue came out and lightly touched the fingertips. She pivoted her body towards him and crossed her legs, her foot now pointing in his direction.

"Two fingers, three fingers, how many?"

Again he closed his eyes, focusing on the memory.

"Two, I'm sure it was two."

"Did she get them nice and wet?"

"Yes, she sucked on them for awhile, rocking them back and forth in her mouth. I could see her cheeks moving."

"What happened next?"

"She took the hand from her mouth and moved it back down her body, again dragging it across her skin, leaving a thin trail of moisture behind. I was watching her hand, so I didn't see, but she must have taken the fingers out of her sex, for when she reached her panties that hand was holding them open. She moved both hands inside her panties and started touching herself again, but this time picking up speed. One was pushing inside her the other was on her clit, they started slow, but began moving faster and faster; the motions were also firmer, I could see the muscles of her arms flexing. She started breathing hard; there was like a little moan with each breath, then she began rocking her hips and, it didn't take long before she began moving her entire body in long steady ripples."

"Undulating?" I said.

"Yeah, that's the right word, undulating."

Out of the corner of my eye I again looked at the lovely woman sitting next to him. I imagined that body, her well developed muscles rippling as she writhed on the bed, her sensual moans bouncing off the wall. She seemed to have the same picture in her mind; she was biting down on her lip, touching her face. Her pupils had further dilated. She might claim to be annoyed, she might actually be annoyed, but she was also unmistakably turned-on.

So was I. I shifted position, taking advantage to scoot two fingers under my skirt and press them to my damp panties; I ran a knuckle up and down my slit.

"Then she took the hand working her clitoris from her panties and dragged it up her body, real slow, like she did before, just her fingertips drifting across her skin, leaving a line of her juice behind. When she reached her..."

He stopped. Addled by his own arousal - his skin was flush, his breathing slow - he was having trouble finding the right, not too offensive, word.

"Breasts," I said.

"Yeah, that's right, breasts, she stopped, pulled the top of her bra aside, not all the way off, just enough, and covered her breast with her hand, squeezed, moved the hand to the other, forcing it under the bra, worked on both of them, squeezing them."

"Which breast did she start with it?"

He pivoted, looked squarely at his step-mother's chest, taking his time, as if orienting himself. Instead of shielding her chest Jennifer, without thinking about it, arched her back, offering her breasts for inspection. I imagined her nipples, as they had been that day, were stiff and thick with blood.

He turned back to me.

"She started with her right breast, it was the one closer to the door where I was standing, then moved to her left. It was clear she was enjoying herself, because her, her..."

"Her nipples were hard?"

"Yes, that's it."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jennifer bring her hand to her mouth, brushing her breast as she did so. A slight shudder ran the length of her body.

"At first she took her time, just kind of massaging them, kneading them, using her entire hand. She was moaning, and her moans grew stronger, louder, more intense. Her breaths got faster and shorter, she began rocking her head in time with her breathing. She cupped the breast closest to me, rolled it forward, picked up her head, angled the nipple toward her mouth, licked it, a long lick with the flat of her tongue. When she did she groaned and dropped her head back to my pillow, took hold of the nipple, rolled it between two fingers. She groaned again, the sound was guttural, then she squeezed the nipple hard."

"While she did this could you tell whether she was playing with her clit or pushing the fingers inside herself?"

"Pushing them inside. I remember because she was rotating her hips into her fingers."

"Go on."

"There's not much more to tell. Her movements grew more intense, her breathing sharpened, her moans got harder, shorter, she kept working her nipples, then she pushed her fingers into her sex, held them there, let out an intense cry, and climaxed; she arched her back, bent her knees, and jerked them over her chest and towards her head, then dropped her legs back to the bed. Her whole body relaxed and she lay there, looking very happy, covering her breasts with her hands, kinda squeezing them, kinda holding them."

He'd been spitting out his words. Now he stopped, trying to calm himself.

"What happened then?"

"Well, she was all peaceful and happy, her eyes were closed, she seemed half asleep. I figured it would be safe and she wouldn't notice, so I backed out of the room, past the door, down the hallway, trying not to make a sound. I left the house."

I wondered, did he have a girlfriend? If not, where had he gone to masturbate?

"It's been weird since then, when I get in my own bed, I can't get that memory out of my head."

He shifted position, laying his hands on his lap, gamely trying to hide his erection.

I turned to Jennifer. She was looking down, playing with her hands, toying with her wedding ring. When she sensed my gaze had turned to her, she sat up, rolled her shoulders back, straightened her hair, touched her cheek, covered her mouth, she was trying to buy the time to get her own arousal under control. Was it Alex's description of her masturbation? It had gotten to me. Did she like being watched? Both?

Finally, in a quavering voice, she said, "He watched me masturbate. Isn't anyone going to say that's weird?"

Weird was not the word I'd use. How many teenaged boys would have come on that scene and not hung around to watch?

"Inappropriate, an invasion of privacy, yes, I would agree. How did you find out?"

In more an act of confession than anger she said, "We were having a fight a couple of days after his girlfriend left town. He threw it in my face."

* * * *

That is why we were there. Jennifer's husband, Alton, had come to me, told me his new wife and son not only fought constantly, but that the fights were growing increasingly intense. He loved them both and he, a man who always knew what to do, couldn't figure out what to do. He said their fighting was ripping his heart out, that the most important thing in his world was that they get along.

I had known Alton socially and professionally for years. But then, everyone knew Alton. He'd turned a small local hospital into a regional powerhouse with an international reputation, then retired several years ago to run the hospital's charitable foundation. His wife, to whom he had been devoted, had passed away five years earlier and although he ranked among the community's most eligible bachelors, had rarely dated until he commenced a whirl-wind romance with Jennifer, one of five doctors visiting the hospital on a three month grant to study new surgical techniques. Both Jennifer's extraordinary good looks and the thirty year difference in their ages gave rise to gossip of a trophy wife, but if Jennifer was a trophy wife, she was the smartest, most-driven, most accomplished trophy wife I'd met.

I'd seen Alex and Jennifer separately, administered the MMPI, interviewed them. Neither my observation nor the personality testing indicated either was prone to fighting. Neither had an angry, vicious, or resentful side; both were optimistic and positive. They understood and regretted the effect their fighting was having on Alton. However, both confirmed the nastiness of their fights. Whatever was going on was occurring in the dynamic between them. I decided to see them together.

* * * *

Wanting to slow things down, I bent over my notebook, jotted a few things. I crossed my legs, noted the way Alex followed them. His step-mother was not the only older lady he found attractive. Pushing aside a few strands of red hair that had fallen across my face, I looked to Jennifer. She had relaxed, no longer sitting pressed to the arm rest.

"Please, tell me about his girlfriend."

Alex started to cut in, but I said, "You'll get your turn."

Jennifer smiled, enjoying watching me shut her step-son down as I'd shut her down a few minutes ago.

"Her name's Maria. She's from Venezuela. Last year she was a visiting student at Alex's university. They dated; Alton and I met her, really liked her. She returned home, but she and Alex stayed in contact and when she said he might be able to visit over the Christmas holidays Alton and I were delighted; we invited her to stay with us, separate bedrooms mind you."

Jennifer's affect was happy. Either she was egging on her step-son or this girl genuinely delighted her, probably both.

"Well she and I got along great. We hung out, went shopping, spent time at the spa, or changed into bikinis and sat by the pool. When Alton had to suddenly go out-of-town I suggested we three rent hotel rooms downtown and really enjoy the city. It was fun, we went to the theater, ate at some nice restaurants, went dancing, did some shopping. But Alex started to get all pissy because she was enjoying spending time with me."

"When you were at the hotel, did she sleep in his room or yours?"

"Mine of course, as we said, separate bedrooms."

I imagined that Alton, dignified and old-fashioned, would object to his unmarried son sleeping with his girlfriend. Jennifer, however, would not.

It was clear she genuinely liked this girl. It was also clear that in the guise of playing hostess, she had sabotaged Alex's time with Maria. I looked at Alex. He was fuming. She could see Alex fuming. She was enjoying it.

"Alex, what is your take on all this?"

"She left out a bunch. It wasn't normal; Jennifer was always complimenting Maria, telling her how beautiful she was, and she couldn't keep her hands off Maria; she was always touching her, playing with her hair, straightening her clothes. Then she'd tell Maria how good she'd look in some outfit Jennifer owned and they'd scoot off to the bedroom to change. And she and Maria were always going shopping, buying, well..."

"They bought lingerie and other intimate clothes," I suggested.

"Not all the time, but some, yeah. Then they'd model them for each other. Maria couldn't stop talking about how nice Jennifer was, about the great stuff she had, about how beautiful she was. Jennifer was throwing money at her, I couldn't compete with that. Yeah, then we move into a hotel and my girlfriend shares a room with my step-mother! I had to sneak Maria away to have time alone with her."

"See what I mean, I'm nice to his girlfriend and its some kind of conspiracy, then he starts slinking away with her, lying to me. Tell him women are just more comfortable with each others' bodies, with complimenting each other, then men. There is nothing wrong with it, it's natural. We're not a bunch of homophobic guys, afraid to acknowledge another guy is good looking. He acts like Maria and I were lovers."

She stopped and looked at Alex. "Tell her how you barged in on us."

"It was a mistake. The four of us were going to dinner. Jennifer and Maria were dressing, they said it would take about ten minutes. I was downstairs texting some friends, it had to be at least half-an-hour, then Dad called. Jennifer had left her cell phone downstairs so I answered; he said he was running late and had to talk to Jennifer so I walked the phone upstairs talking to Dad. I heard Jennifer and Maria yakking through the door and I didn't think about it, I just walked right in. My bad, but they were standing there, in their underwear."

"Exactly what?' I asked.

He relished the next few words, thinking they'd show his stepmother was indeed beyond the pale. "Bra, panties, garters, stockings; the works, with my girlfriend."

"What happened?"

She interrupted. "He stood there and stared at us."

"And what did you do Jennifer?"

"I stared right back, it was my room, I wasn't going anywhere. I asked why he was there, he said his Dad was on the phone, I reached for the phone and turned my back to him."

Showing him that fine ass I thought.

"It was Maria who shooed him from the room."

"Now Alex, think back, focus. I want you to place yourself at the scene, recall exactly what you were thinking, feeling."

He took a second, the anger receding as the image of his stepmother and girlfriend clad in lingerie solidified in his mind. He sucked in his lower lip.

"I mean, they just stood there, no one covered up. I know I should have left, but I was kinda stunned, I mean you don't expect to walk into a bedroom and find your girlfriend and step-mom dressed like..."

"Victoria Secret's models?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

I looked to Jennifer. As Alex had re-visited the moment, so had she. She was seeing the event through his eyes, a young man walking in on an everyman's fantasy, a bedroom with two beautiful women in sexy lingerie. She also enjoyed the compliment, it never hurts to be compared to a Victoria Secret's models. But there was another layer to her reaction. As Alex had recalled his feelings, she did too and the result was the same as when we'd re-visited her masturbation: she was aroused. Her nostrils flared, she wet her lower lip. She had enjoyed dressing with Maria; she had also enjoyed being seen by her step-son. And why had she and Maria spent so much time dressing in such exceptionally sexy clothes for an unexceptional family meal?

She reached for his hand, squeezed it. "Well yeah. I guess we were all kinda shocked."

She turned his hand over, touched his palm.

* * * *

I leaned back in my chair.

It was quite a coincidence. The one time Jennifer decided to masturbate on Alex's bed was the one time he walked in, and he did so quietly, he didn't yell out he was home, he didn't announce his presence. What was far more likely was that she did it regularly, that somehow he discovered it, and would sneak in, hoping to catch her and watch.

Did she suspect he was watching?

And why had Jennifer sabotaged Alex's relationship with Maria? Why had she spent so much time in various states of undress with Maria? Why was the recollection of being caught dressed in sexy underwear turning her on? A bit of a voyeur? A bit of an exhibitionist? Not an unusual trait in a woman who, amidst a busy life and demanding schedule spent so much time working out, taking care of her skin and hair, primping herself, selecting beautiful clothes. She liked to be looked at.

And why had this entire session turned on sex?

These were not naturally angry or resentful people. They were, in fact, sympathetic and empathetic, able to understand the other's point view. They wanted to get along. No, anger was the way other feelings, stronger feelings, feelings they were trying to suppress, were presenting themselves.

I knew something else. A friend, something of a gossip, dated Alton's internist. High blood pressure had left Alton impotent and Alton was old school, very old school; I doubted he was the pussy-munching kind. Jennifer had to be frustrated and while she clearly loved Alton, she was a beautiful young woman at her sexual peak, living with a younger hunkier version of her husband. The anger that drove their fighting, I realized, was the result of their efforts to suppress more primal, more fundamental, urges.

I closed my notebook and looked at them. They were intelligent and discreet. Occasionally I encountered people for whom radical therapy was advised. I was sitting in front of two of them.

* * * *

Although it was a Saturday morning, I, like Jennifer, had dressed formally, wearing a tan/brown suit with a knee length skirt. My jacket buttoned up the front; I wore a white camisole underneath. With my shoes I'd been a little more daring, picking out three inch open toed black pumps.

The physical intimacy between Jennifer and Maria's had aroused both Jennifer and Alex. I would further sexualize the atmosphere.

"I think we could all use a breather. Jennifer, do you always wear your hair up?"

"No, usually down. I felt like getting dressy today," she smiled, "I wanted to look good for the shrink."

I smiled back, "The shrink appreciates it."

I walked over to her and made a downward motion besides her head with my hands, "Do you mind?"

Although a little unsure of the change in direction, she said, "No, not at all."

"Good."

I removed my jacket - while my breasts were not as large as Jennifer's, the fabric of my camisole still stretched over them - sat on the arm of the couch behind Jennifer, pressed my sex to it, and pulled a bobby pin from her hair. I dragged the few strands that came free through my fingers.

"Now Alex, you mentioned a couple of times that Maria talked about how beautiful Jennifer was. It seemed to bother you. I'm wondering why? What do you think? Do you think she's beautiful?"

"She's my stepmom."

It was the answer I expected. His claim of appropriateness to avoid answering the question affirmed that he thought she was beautiful and that he thought he shouldn't feel that way about her. Now I'd ask the same question in a different way and recreate the moment they'd met.

"Okay, the first time you saw her, the first time your Dad brought Jennifer home, what did you think?"

He looked down and in a voice free of prevarication, as if welcoming the opportunity to tell the truth, said, "Yeah, I thought she was mighty nice looking."

Jennifer took his hand in hers. "Thank you Alex."

I removed two more pins from her hair, several strands of hair came loose, I ran my fingers through them, my touch soft and sexy. Jennifer rolled her shoulders.

"Jennifer, when you first met Alex, what was your impression."

She turned to look at me. Alex's honesty and compliment and my hands in her hair were having their intended effect, she was relaxing. She'd make sure to mention her husband, then tell the truth.

"Well, you know Alton, even in his sixties, he's a good looking man."

She was right; her husband had aged well; a head full of silver gray hair, strong features, piercing blue eyes, and a forthright manner that gave him a gravitas that age could not diminish.

"Yes, he is," I assured her.

Having affirmed her loyalty to Alton, she felt safe to proceed, free to acknowledge something she'd carefully avoided in the past. There was true delight in her voice when she said, "Well, the resemblance between Alex and his father is striking. Yes, he's a good looking young man, it would be hard not to notice; I certainly did."

That he was. Slightly taller than his father, maybe six feet two inches, they shared the same erect stature. He had his father's sandy blonde hair, that is before Alton's turned silver, and blue eyes, intense gaze, and well defined features. The biggest difference in their looks were their builds. Alton was thin, almost gaunt, and if the painting of him in the hospital lobby was accurate, he'd always been so. Alex had his father's broad shoulders, but underneath he was muscular and well-developed. While he'd dressed appropriately for our session, his red polo shirt still showcased his powerful arms and chest and his cargo shorts revealed strong thighs and legs.

I'd removed all the pins holding Jennifer's hair up in the back, stood, moved gracefully across the room, bent over my purse, showing off my butt and legs, took out a brush.

I was sure of something I'd just suspected: the desire of these two for each other was born the moment they met, then become stronger. That they'd controlled it for so long, that it had only recently forced itself out in the guise of the anger made manifest by their fighting, was a tribute to them both.

I returned to Jennifer, planted my sex firmly on the arm of the couch, rocked forward. I had to consciously suppress my moan.

I brushed her hair and ran my fingers along her scalp; Jennifer mewled. Alex took surreptitious glances at us, trying to hide the guilty pleasure he took in them. I shifted position, pressed my damp pussy to the arm of the sofa; sparks of pleasure crackled through me.

"Now I'd like to revisit the topic we started with, but I'm going to suggest we all be a little more honest this time. Jennifer, as the adult, I'll start with you."

Alex bristled, thinking why not him, he could be as honest as any adult, that he was an adult. When next I questioned him he'd be more likely to confess any uncomfortable truths.

"This was not the first time you masturbated in Alex's room, was it?"

She turned her head towards me, looked in my eyes. She smiled, a small subtle you-caught-me smile, and said, "No, I did it fairly regularly, that is until I got caught, or learned I'd gotten caught."

I moved by hand to her neck, ran my fingers along the muscles at the top of her spine.

"So you continued doing it after the day Alex saw you, up until the time he told you he'd seen you?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell my why?"

"I'm not sure. There was something naughty, I guess a little dirty about doing it there. It made it more pleasurable." She stopped, surprised by the husky tone of her voice.

I continued combing her hair. There was more to the story than that, but I'd gotten enough; the rest would come in time. She was also embarrassed by her confession and distracted by the steady fizzle between her legs; she'd be less likely to object to my next line of questions.

"And Alex, was this your first time watching her?"

With a how-did-you-figure-that-out-look he said, "No, it was about six months ago when I first saw it."

Jennifer gasped, more for affect than in horror.

I rubbed the muscles on the side of her neck.

Alex said, "I can explain," then stopped; while he said he could explain, he was not sure what to say next. I'd already determined that Jennifer had more than a bit of the voyeur and exhibitionist in her. I'd play to that.

I said, "May I."

Alex, happy for the help, said, "Yeah."

"You came home one day, for whatever reason, and found Jennifer masturbating on your bed. Maybe that first day you backed out, but it happened again, then again, and you started to feel entitled; if she was pleasuring herself on your bed, who was she to complain if you watched? In your heart you knew it was a rationalization, but you didn't need much rationalization, did you?"

It would fix a picture in both their heads.

"I've counseled a lot of young men, spent a lifetime studying them. A young man wanting to watch a woman as striking as Jennifer masturbate doesn't really require explanation, does it?"

I ran a finger along Jennifer's jaw line.

"She's a stunning woman."

I took her hand in mine, turned it towards him.

"Her hands are lovely and strong."

I sat back up, pushing my vagina into the couch.

"Such a beautiful women, her hands on her sex, on her full lovely breasts, writhing, undulating on your bed, moaning in sexual excitement. Her skin must have been flushed, glowing a healthy pink. For you, for any young man, it was, to be crude, a porn-video, come to life. Maybe in a perfect world you'd back out and respect her privacy, but this is not a perfect world and the fact that she was doing it on your bed, gave you all the permission you required - she was not respecting your privacy, why should you respect hers."

Mouth open, he nodded his agreement, his effort to hide his erection forgotten.

Throughout it all I stroked Jennifer's hair. Breathing heavily, unconsciously wetting her lips with her tongue, she leaned back into my hands, stretching her body like a cat, arching her back. Alex, his face flush, stared at her.

I played to the exhibitionist in her.

"Jennifer, you can understand him watching, can't you? It must have been incredibly sexy. You're stunning, you must feel men's eyes on you all day long, and you were on Alex's bed, in his room, as if performing for him. You must understand how amazingly arousing it was. He must have been hard and stiff; his heart skipping beats, his judgment clouded."

He'd all but confessed it and I'd just said it: she turned her step-son on. I looked at him. While he didn't confirm my statement, his unmitigated lustful stare did.

I looked back to Jennifer. She was imagining herself on Alex's bed, fingering her sex, as her step-son secretly watched, his dick hard and throbbing. Her skin, already flushed pink, turned almost red; her mouth fell open; her tongue flicked out to touch her upper lip.

In a distracted voice Jennifer said, "Yes, watching me, I understand."

She took a deep breath, trying to regain control, reached over, took Alex's hand in her own, turned it over, ran a finger across his palm, and purred as much as said, "I guess we both went over the line."

Alex covered her hand with his own.

"Yeah. I mean I knew it was wrong, but it was so hot watching you. But still, I'm sorry, I was bad."

In a little girl voice she replied, "Yes, you're right, but I was being naughty too. Playing with myself on your bed, in your room. Putting my finger in myself, bringing myself off. I was a bad bad girl. I hope you can forgive me"

"Now I want you two to kiss, tell each other it was okay."

Jennifer looked at me. There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, but not enough; she would abdicate responsibility and follow my lead.

She moved towards him, he towards her. Their bodies were trembling. Their lips met, lingered.

When she leaned back against me she arched her back, took hold of a strand of hair I'd loosened, brushed her lips with it, cooed, "I guess if I masturbate on your bed, I really can't object if you watch."

I ran my hands down the sides of her body, whispered in her ear, loud enough for him to hear, "You could even take it as a complement."

I sat back up. "Now I want you two to kiss again."

They didn't move.

My voice stern and sexy, a bit of the dominatrix, I said, "Doctor's orders," and placed a hand on Jennifer's neck and gently moved her forward. Alex leaned in, they kissed. He became the aggressor, working his lips on his stepmother's. His hand cradled her face.

Teenaged boys, you can always count on them to let their hormones take over.

Jennifer, her hand resting on his thigh, kissed him back.

When they ended the kiss I stood, sauntered back to my sofa, sat down, crossed my legs. Tantalizingly, one of my high heels dangled from my toes.

"Jennifer, Alex, it's clear to me and should be clear to both of you by now that you're deeply attracted to each other. To your credit, you tried to deny that truth and abide by society's taboos. The problem is that while you can try to ignore your feelings, you can't get rid of them and so you did what we all do, you buried them. But those buried feelings did, as they always do, burrowed their way back out - they're far too powerful and primal not to - reappearing as anger and resentment. That's why you've been fighting."

Jennifer, holding Alex's hand, said, "What about Alton?"

"Let me perfectly clear. Alton told me that the most important thing in the world to him is that you two stop fighting. I was explicit. I said, 'No matter what?' he said, 'No matter what.'"

I leaned forward, capturing their full attention.

"Jennifer, now that you understand your desire for Alex, do you love, do you respect Alton any less."

She turned her gaze inward, taking the question seriously, then said, No."

I turned to Alex. He, like his step-mother, had been carefully considering my question. "No, I don't."

"Good," I said, "It's time you two embraced your desires."

I stood. My breasts swayed in my sheer bra; my erect nipples were clearly outlined in the camisole. Holding out my hand to Alex I said, "Please stand up."

He did, the impressive bulge in his pants on full display. Jennifer's eyes lingered on it.

I flashed a seductive smile, held my hand out to her. There was a bit of doubt on Jennifer's pretty face; the battle raging inside her was not quite over, although the burning need in her eyes left no doubt as to which side would prevail. She took it, stood.

"Come with me."I led them through the door in the back of the room, down a short hallway, into a room reserved for my most special clients. Its furnishings, elegant and feminine featured an antique Victorian sofa, a sturdy king-sized bed, and several mirrors. Jennifer and Alex looked at me; their eyes were hazy, dilated; they knew why we were here.

Still, they needed a little push to show that convention had no place in this room; it was a place for passion and desire, the raw, the primal, the animal, the fundamental.

They were both voyeurs; I'd to put on a little show. I placed a finger under Alex's chin and turned his head towards mine, then moving my hand across his upper arm and chest, kissed him, running my tongue on his lips, into his mouth. He shook with lust.

I turned to Jennifer and taking her trembling hand into my own , smiled, tilted my head, brought her mouth to hers. For a few seconds just our lips moved against each other, then it was the tips of our tongues. I ran my hand up her arm, stroking the outside of her breast, and ended the kiss.

"Now, each other."

Alex leaned forward. Jennifer did not move, but offered no resistance and there could be no doubt where this would end. When his mouth reached hers she pressed her face to him, returning her step-son's kiss. Her remaining doubts dissolved; she ran her hands down his sides.

The dam had broken; the kiss grew hot, intense; two mouths hungrily crawled over each other, tongues intertwined battled played.

When the kiss ended Jennifer, through heavy breaths, said. "God, I want you." Alex nodded and said, "Oh god, you're so beautiful."

Eyes half closed, she replanted her lips on his, this kiss surpassing the previous one in intensity and heat: hands roamed over backs, slid down to butts, squeezed. The kiss ended, both gulped in desperately needed air, their mouths came together again. Alex's hands, shaking with excitement, went to Jennifer's blouse. When he fumbled with the buttons she took hold of his hands, brought them to her mouth, kissed them, and unfastened the top two buttons, showing him how.

He undid the rest, exposing her chest and bra-covered breasts; he ran his hands softly over her torso, showing admirable self-control; I'd have torn the bra off her by now. The bra, I noted, was sheer and lacy; at the prospect of spending several hours with her stepson she'd chosen sexy underwear. I took the blouse from her shoulders, undid her bra. As I suspected, she wore a C cup.

I'd admired her breasts throughout our session. She didn't need a bra to shape these beauties: mother nature had done that for her, round, equally full at the top and bottom, her nipples and areolas, a slightly darker pink than the rest of her skin, were smallish, although the areolas were distended, rising from her skin. The nipples tilted towards the sky. I slid my hands around her body, squeezed her breasts and squeezed; they were warm, firm, and wonderful.

I kissed the back of her head, then hung the blouse and bra in the closet.

Jennifer leaned her forehead on her step-son, touched his cheek. His eyes were focused on her breasts

She said, "It's not like you haven't seen them before. You like?"

"They're beautiful."

He started to reach for them, stopped.

"It's okay," she said.

Starting at her nipples, ending at the base, he ran four fingertips down the outside of each breast. In light of his intense state of his arousal his touch was surprisingly gentle and soft; Jennifer shuddered; goose bumps erupted over her body.

His fingertips planted on the base of her breasts, he touched each nipple with his thumb. They hardened instantly; her gasp had a bit of a moan in it.

I backed away to sit on the sofa.

He cupped her breasts, squeezed them, his touch firm, unhurried. She pushed her hands under his shirt, her open palms running along his lean muscular chest, stopping to toy with his nipples. She leaned in, kissed his mouth.

He said, "I'm sorry I've been such a pain."

She said, "I guess I've been something of a bitch myself."

They kissed again. She undid his belt buckle; his shorts fell over his hips, his boxers tented by a powerful erection. She ran her hands down his chest, across his flat lean stomach, slipped them inside his shorts, moved down the length of his erection, cupped his testicles. Then she looked at me.

"I assume this is all covered by doctor-patient privilege."

I was toying with a nipple though my camisole.

"Absolutely, I'm professionally bound to keep this confidential. What happens here, stays here."

She turned to her step-son. Even in her present state of arousal her tone was earnest. "Alex, I don't want to hurt your father."

"Neither do I; this is between us," he paused, "three."

I stood, moved toward them.

"What you two are feeling is perfectly natural. You're two beautiful people at your sexual peaks and Alex, you resemble your father in so many ways, both physically and personality. Why would we be surprised if you and he are attracted to the same woman, or that the same woman is attracted to the two of you?

"You can't make these desires go away. You tried suppressing them, but that, as it had to, failed. Instead you must accept them, embrace them, integrate them into your lives."

Moving behind her, I undid Jennifer's belt, knelt, lowered her skirt over her hips, helped her step out of it, stood, and my breasts pressed to her back, kissed her neck, her ear. I stepped away, ran my hands over her fine ass, hung her skirt in the closet.

"When you do it will bring the kind of harmony to your home that Alton wants. It will make him very happy."

I returned to the sofa.

Jennifer and Alex followed my progress with their eyes, then moved back into each other; their lips locked together in a blazing French kiss, little moans escaping from each of them.

It was Alex, by now confident in his appeal, who finally guided his step-mother to the bed. Jennifer slid on to it, her full breasts quivering, her nipples hard with desire and excitement. Alex, pulling his shirt over his head, scanned her luscious body, followed her onto the bed, kissed, then licked each nipple with the flat of his tongue. Jennifer moaned and Alex cupped her breasts, kneading the ample flesh. He licked along their underside, across their substantial girth, finishing at the nipples. One of her hands went to his head, holding him to her breast, the other tried to work her panties past her knees. Alex, noting her squirming, slithered down the bed, pulled the panties, over her ankles, dropped them on the floor, then moved back up to her vagina, it's carefully trimmed pubic hair matted down and infused with her juice.

He took a deep whiff and, as if intoxicated by her musky overpowering aroma, stared for several long seconds. Jennifer shivered in lustful anticipation, her pubes throbbing with sexual need; her pussy lips were swollen and shiny, the pink inner lips parted and open, her stiff clitoris pushed aside its hood and stood, ready to go.

He lowered his head, Jennifer exclaimed, "Oh Alex," in hungry need, and Alex, his hands on her thighs, opened her legs wide and buried his face in her vagina, soaking in her twat. Decadent and uninhibited, it was an expression of pure carnality. He looked up at Jennifer, his face shining with cunt juice. She took hold of her breasts, kneaded them, and said, "Oh god, yes, baby. Yes, Alex. Eat me."

My hand was between my legs, my knuckle running up and down my wet panties.

Alex looked back to her sex and dithered, overwhelmed by the moment. Jennifer was not. Months of suppressed desire were now running loose; she needed him and she needed him now.

"Oh god Alex, eat my cunt, I need you to eat my cunt."

Alex stared. It was time for some professional intervention. "Alex, eat your step-mommy, suck her twat, eat her sweet cunt. She's yours now."

And with that he attacked, everywhere - vagina, labia, clit, thighs, pubic hair, perineum - with brief licks and quick kisses. He turned back to her vagina, speared it with his tongue, fluttered up and down her labial slit, sucked her inflamed pussy lips into his mouth, spit them out and, moved his head up and down, back and forth, exploring every millimeter of her sex. He tongued her pussy, labia, clit. Loving the way she tasted, he corralled, savored, and swallowed the steady flow of her sexy nectar.

I looked to Jennifer. Buffeted by the cascade of sensations ricocheting through her sex, her eyes were shut, her jaw tense, her face screwed up; she thumbed her nipples, but her motion grew uneven and ragged.

I said, "Alex, tongue-fuck her, stick your tongue inside step-mommy."

He pressed his face to her cunt, curled his tongue, shoved it inside. Jennifer wailed and urged him on, "Oh yes, your tongue, stick your tongue in me. Oh, fuck me with your tongue, fuck step-mommy with your tongue."

He repeatedly corkscrewed his tireless tongue into his step-mother's wet boiling muff.

I worked my damp panties down my leg and, with a flick of my foot, kicked them off. They landed on the floor next to Jennifer's.

I pushed my index and middle fingers into my warm gooey cunt.

"Aaahhhh," Jennifer continued, "so fucking hot. That's it, oh Alex. Eat your step-mother. Eat her good, you eat her so good."

I brought the fingers that had been working my cunt to my mouth, licked them clean, and then further spreading my legs and wiggling my ass, reinserted them, twisting them around inside my sex.

Alex, the inhibitions that had held his desire for his step-mother in check banished, ate like a desperate man who'd just stumbled out of the dessert, feasting on Jennifer's pussy with fervid demented need. When his tongue grew numb, he moved up, rolled her clit between his lips, then, tongue recovered, dropped back down and jabbed it into her cunt.

Jennifer grabbed his hair, pulled him upward, and said in a desperate voice, "My clittie, eat my clittie, eat it, oh, yes, eat it."

Alex, heading north, suckled on her labia, rolling its lips between his own. When he reached her clitoris he flicked his tongue on it, swiping the sexual pearl with a ceaseless barrage of determined lustful strokes. Jennifer's face shone with an otherworldly intensity; the nerve endings in her clit flared like the finale of a July 4th fireworks extravaganza.

He reached up, squeezed her breasts, pressed two fingers to her lips. She grabbed his wrist, took the fingers into her mouth, sucked and soaked them, spit them out. Alex pushed them into her wet cunt and twisted them, lapped her clit. His rubbed her perineum with his pinkie, massaged the firm flesh, then moved it inside her asshole, which was slick with the juice pouring from her cunt, at first just the finger tip, then the whole thing. Jennifer jerked, flayed, kicked her legs into the air, and then, like adjoining tectonic plates finally giving way, all the pent up lust and desire within her burst free in an earthquake of orgasmic fury.

"Ohhhh, Alex mmmy baby, oh my baby, I'm comming. Don't stop, never stop, don't ever stop, eat my pussy, guunnnnnngghhh. You're fucking amazing, you're making step-mommy come, come baby come. Fffuuuxxxxkkkkkkkkk."

Jennifer thrashed on the bed, curled her toes, undulated her hips, ground her flooded convulsing sex into his face, and placed her hands atop Alex's head, pinning him in place.

I moved my fingers to my clit, pressed down, came.

"Yeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."

My body twisted on the sofa, pussy juice dripped down my legs, puddling on the fabric.

At the sound of my orgasm Jennifer looked up, saw me writhing, lay her feet across Alex's calves, urging him to keep going.

"You eat my pussy so good, please, I need more, more, more, yes, oh baby, my cunt's addicted to your mouth, addicted to your fricking mouth."

Alex ate on, driving Jennifer through another orgasm, then prolonging the orgasm, gradually walked her down, while imbibing the prodigious flow of her snatch.

Her head dropped to the pillow. Alex, his head on her thigh, cast his eyes up; her face, framed by her breasts, which rose and fell as her breathing edged back to normal, bore a broad happy post-orgasmic grin.

He raised himself and moved forward , straddling his step-mother. Lazily, she opened her eyes. Her step-son's chin and cheeks glistened with her juice, her scent on his skin was unmistakable. He moved aside several strands of hair that lay across her cheek and lowered his mouth; they kissed, at first slow, but soon she took his head in her hands, pushed her face into his, sucked on his tongue, enjoying the gumbo of his saliva and her own sweet nectar.

They ended the kiss, gazed at each other.

I said, "Isn't this better then fighting?"

They looked at me. I had one foot on the sofa, knee in the air, my wet pubes exposed. It took Alex, his mind steeped in a concupiscent fog, a second to figure out what I'd been doing while he'd been eating his step-mother; then his dick started its return to full erection. He liked an audience; there was, as I'd surmised, an exhibitionist in him somewhere.

Jennifer, whose eyes roved hungrily over my body, said, "Much much better. How can we ever repay you?"

I stood, walked to the bed, planted my elbows on the mattress, said, "I'll think of something," and brought my lips to Jennifer's. We enjoyed a long, luxurious kiss, I visited every corner, crevice, and cavity of her mouth, loving her happy muffled moan when I ran my tongue along the back of her lower lip. I turned to her step-son and, again taking my time, leisurely explored his mouth, enjoying, as had Jennifer, the taste of Jennifer's sex that dwelled inside.

I dipped a finger between Jennifer's pussy lips, wet, slick, and swollen, brought it to my mouth, licked off the cream.

"Jennifer, your pussy's exquisite. I can see why Alex couldn't get enough."

I pushed two fingers deep inside her. Her cunt contracted on it; she moaned in excitement.

"Alex, it appears your step-mom is ready for more."

I transferred her juice to his cock, spread it over the taut warm skin, wrapped my fingers around it, squeezed, captured several drops of his pre-cum on a fingertip, licked them off.

"And Jennifer, it appears your step-son is more than ready."

I stepped back and undid my skirt, let it fall to my feet, then pulled my chemise over my head and unfastened my bra, laying them on the table next to the bed. I shook my head to settle my hair back into place and tweaked a nipple - a cascade of goose bumps erupted over my body.

"I hope you two don't mind if I watch, but a professional evaluation is absolutely necessary at these early stages."

Wearing only my heels, I returned to the sofa.

Following my progress with lustful eyes Jennifer said, "I wouldn't have it any other way. Your expert advice is always welcome."

She spread her legs, took hold of her step-son's cock, ran it along the length of her sex, inserted the head between her pussy lips, held it there for a second, then moved it back up her labia and teased the clit with the bulbous head. After a few squeals she placed the head at the opening of her sex, looked to Alex, and nodded. Alex leaned forward and moved inside her. Jennifer was quiet, lost in the sensation as her vaginal walls spread, welcoming her step-son into her body. Alex, his lightly haired chest grazing across her sensitive nipples, lowered his body and covered her, flattening her heavy breasts between them. His heavy balls rested on her ass.

Jennifer ran her hands down his sides, then dug her fingers into his back, moaning in barely controlled febrile heat, "Ohhhh baby. Its incredible, absolutely incredible."

Her eyes were open, but unfocused, fluttering rapidly. Fireworks were going off inside her head.

Alex rotated his bottom - the kid had a great ass - grinding into her. She rocked her head back, closed her eyes, sighed through a half-open mouth.

With a wicked tone to his voice, the forbidden nature of their liaison appealed to him as much, maybe more, than it did to her, he said, "Oh you too, step-mommy, your pussy's wonderful."

"Then fuck me, fuck your step-mommy. Fill her cunt with your fat cock, make her yours."

Alex did, but he took his time, first just revolving his tight ass, moving in a lazy oval, repeatedly rolling over her clit, crushing it between their pubic bones. She took hold of his butt, pulled him tighter to her. He began thrusting into her; her hands strained on his ass.

"Ah... oh... ahhh..."

She opened her eyes, tilted her head up, looked into her stepson's eyes. Their first kiss was quick and fast, but soon they became deep and long and hard; occasionally they'd tear their mouths apart, suck in some air, then their mouths reconnected, tongues rolled against tongues, lips moved together, groans melded together to harmonize in libidinous ecstasy.

He moved in and out of her in full hard thrusts. She pushed up into him; she curled her fingers and clawed his ass.

I removed a favorite vibrator from a drawer next to the sofa, pressed it to my sex.

Alex was driving hard into his step-mother, rocking the sturdy bed.

She urged him on. "Oh yes, so fucking good, fuck me, fuck me, fill me up, split me wide open, fuck me, I need it so bad."

She wrapped her legs around Alex's waist, pulled him deeper into her hungry cunt. He moaned, forced his cock into her; she was warm tight wet sweet soft perfection. Her cunt muscles clamped down, trying futilely to trap him inside her body, and she arched her back, molding her shapely body to his, accepting each thrust. They were fuck gods, she in every sense his equal, giving as good as she got.

"My god, you're incredible, what a piece of ass you are step-mommy."

Sweat covered his body, a few drops made their way down his flanks, dripped onto her; the room, dank with their odor, reverberated to the sound of their colliding bodies. He picked up the pace, moved up on his forearms to get better leverage, fucked her harder.

"Ohhhh, yes, honey. Fuck me. Fuck step-mommy. I need it so, I need to be fucked like this. I need it so bad and your dick's wonderful, amazing, it feels so damn good inside me, fuck me, fill me."

Laying back on my sofa, three fingers stuffed in my cunt while I worked my clit with the vibrator, I said, "That's it, don't fight, just fuck, fuck, fuck each other silly."

Heeding my advise, they pounded into each other with torrid crazy abandon, feral animals driven by an urge to copulate more important than life. Primal grunts exploded from both of them; the faster he fucked her, the harder she fucked him back. The longing for each other that had been ignited the moment they'd set eyes on each other, and then laid buried for years, was now rampaging loose and free, a longing that needed to be satisfied, a lust all the more intoxicating, because it was forbidden. Alex, libido unleashed, bulldozed his cock into Jennifer's pussy; she tightened her cunt on him, wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezed with all her strength. Head thrashing from side to side, she proclaimed, "Ohhhhh, fuck meeeeeeee, don't stop, don't ever stop fucking me, fuck step-mommy."

I removed the fingers from my cunt, smeared the juice on my nipple, brought my breast to my mouth, sucked and licked it off, dipped my fingers back into my cunt, and said, "Fuck him Jennifer, fuck your step-son, fuck him, be his, make him yours."

Jennifer jerked her legs straight up in the air; her eyes were open, but she was staring into nothing, her mind fixed on the cock stuffed in her pussy. He pressed his mouth to hers, drove her head back into the pillow. She bit his lip, her arms went to his back, squeezed, crushing her tits on him. Her legs started quivering; she dropped them back to the bed, planted her feet on the mattress, knees bent and in the air, her body spread wide open, welcoming her step-son's cock.

"Oh honey, I'm commmmmming, step-mommy's comming, oh Alex you're making me come, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

She was coming, her body twisted and convulsed, her toes curled, juice cascaded from her like a fire hose gone mad. Grabbing the bed frame, Alex continued fucking his orgasming step-mother like he might never have the chance again. Jennifer, her civilized self laid waste by the primordial power of her orgasm and her all-consuming lust for her step-son, operated on pure animal instinct; she drove her hips into him, meeting each of his thrusts, then arched her back as he rolled forward over her clittie.

"Ohhhh, gooodddddddddd babbbyy, you're making meeeee, oh fuck, making mommy come..., coming... again..."

"Oh god yes, me fucking toooooo."

A rope of hot thick semen rocketed from his cock, mixing with the copious cream of her vagina. Instinctively, she contracted her cunt muscles and Alex, shrieking, "Aaarrgghhhh," came again, then again, depositing a second and third load of his seed inside her. Jennifer held him tight, growled into his ear, "Uuggghhhh baby, give it to me, give it all to me, come in me, come in step-mommy, fill her up," and drove her exhausted hips into him one last time, coming again. He shuddered, spurted a fourth and final time within her, then collapsed. She squeezed her cunt, draining the few remaining drops of cum from his balls.

The two of them lay there, coated in perspiration, breathing like the exhausted fuck-machines they were, basking in the first of what promised to be countless copulations. Finally, concerned he was crushing her, Alex rolled off, his softening tool slipping out of her with a sweet low slurp. She released a disappointed sigh, rolled on to her side, and draped her arm over his chest. He responded with an adoring kiss. They cuddled together, already addicted to the taboo contact of their bodies.

Coming down from my own happy orgasm, I smiled: another family cured.

* * * *

As I said earlier, as a therapist I have a certain reputation, as someone willing to push the limits of conventional therapy. It was true. In many of the families I treat the underlying issue, as it was with Alex and Jennifer, was sex. And whether society was willing to admit it, how could it be any other way? An urge as primal, as uncontrollable, as untamable, as omnipresent as sex, how can we expect it not to rampage through families as it rampages through everything else on our planet. Still most people had neither the sophistication nor discretion to address it head on and so the bulk of my patients received conventional therapy.

Occasionally I encountered people like Jennifer and Alex, people who were ready and equipped to fully embrace their desires. They were my first step-mother and step-son, but I'd helped fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, aunts and nephews, uncles and nieces, sisters, brothers, entire families. And if an occasional side benefit was the introduction of skilled uninhibited imaginative lovers into my life, well as long as I did no harm, a girl should embrace her opportunities.

* * * *

Alex and Jennifer were laying in each other's arm, he idly playing with her sex, dipping a finger inside, exploring its contours and edges.

Jennifer's eyes were shut, her smile wide; she stretched and preened, lazily rolling her body like a somnolent cat.

They both looked, if temporarily, satiated.

She looked good enough to eat.

I stood, pulled my red hair into a pony tail. Alex and Jennifer, cuddled together, eyes closed, did not see me.

I moved onto the bed and dropped my head to Jennifer's vagina. At my touch she raised her head, looked down her body between her breasts, which had rolled slightly to the side, pushed some hair away from her face, smiled.

Moving my tongue in excruciating slow circles, I stated slurping down the gumbo of cunt-juice and man-cum.

I looked up again; my chin and cheeks smeared with her nectar.

"I hope you don't mind, but its not often I have the opportunity to literally taste the results of my therapy."

Jennifer dropped her back to pillow and said, "Not at all darling; you've earned it."

Taking a long sniff, making a show of savoring her lusty musky smell, I resumed drawing circles on her pussy. I had not expected much resistance from her and encountered none; her play with Maria had let me know that if her same-sex inclinations had not already bloomed, they were buried only slightly below the surface. She welcomed my mouth, emitting a steady stream of low happy moans. New juice seeped from her cunt, her nipples grew hard, her heart rate elevated.

Under my guidance she'd entered a new world of uninhibited sexuality, there was no going back.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of my pony tail, she said, "Ohhhhhh yes darling yes. You do that so nice."

I drew slow, wet, feathery circles on Jennifer's pussy, my calm measured approach far different then had been Alex's ravenous mouth. Then Jennifer had needed, craved, a blitzkrieg assault, her too long deprived body desperate for attention and release. Now she'd come several times; she was ready for the slow careful attention I was delivering.

Jennifer started rocking her body, at first tiny ripples, then longer stronger waves. She took hold of the sheet, twisted it in her hand; a steady stream of grunts, increasing in pitch, rose from deep within her chest. Occasionally I'd glance up; her face shone in carnal joy; her fat breasts, capped with pink areolas and tight hard nipples, rising and falling with each breath.

I wanted to take my time, but as I went on her musky taste, erotic smell, the echos of her sweet moans, and the sight of her, the feline responsiveness of her undulating body, were fuel to the kindling between my legs.

And there was something else going on. While I might claim a solely clinical interest, the truth was there was a deeper part of me, perverted and depraved, that thrilled each time I used my skill and training as a therapist to turn sexually frustrated family members into happy incestuous lovers. And I had known few pairs hotter, or who needed it more, than these two.

I raised myself on my hands and moved forward, traveling the length of Jennifer's body, imagining myself a sexual predator, a licentious leopard. She stared back at me, lust and hunger on her face, dragged a finger across my cheek coating it with her cream, then took it into her mouth to suck it clean. I ran a finger along her lips, pushed. Her mouth parted and she took it inside her mouth, now nursing on both our digits.

I pulled my finger from her mouth, spread her spittle on her nipple, squeezed the firm flesh.

Our lips met, at first just our lips, but soon our mouths were rolling impatiently against each another, our tongues dancing a hot tango.

As we kissed Jennifer's hands weighed, massaged, caressed my breasts. Her touch was electric; my tits fizzled in excitement. She toyed with my nipples, dragged her fingertips across them, rolled them between thumb and forefinger.

Jennifer ended the kiss and said, "To think, yesterday I was a one-man woman, and today I'm doing this. You are some therapist."

"Just my job, identifying and releasing unnecessary inhibitions."

She replied, "Let's see if I can discard another."

With that, hands on my hips, she moved my body forward, opened her jaw wide, and took as much of my aching tit into her mouth as could, then sucked hungrily on it. I squirmed in joy. She flicked her tongue on my nipple and areola, then kissed, lapped, and tasted my breast, leaving no part of my quivering tit-flesh unattended. I shifted position; she gave the other breast the same treatment.

"Oh, oh, oh yes. Ahhhhh. Uuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh."

She rolled one nipple, then the other, between her teeth.

Cream spilling from my pussy, flowing down my sex, I rocked back, brought my head down, kissed her nipple. It was hard and warm. I, moved my hand down her body to her sex.

She was dripping wet; I was thirsty.

Raising my body, I mouthed, "You're mine," pecked her on the lips, and slid down, dragging my breasts across her skin, stopping to briefly suck on her nipples. I licked the length of her cleavage, languished briefly at her belly button, and descended further. I was looking at her neatly trimmed pussy; I ran a finger along it, top to bottom; she was drenched in girl-juice.

I dabbed at it; I kissed it; I rolled my tongue over the wet, plump lips, shimmied up and down, happy to discover an occasional drop of the mixed detritus of her and Alex's spirited fuck. I left small butterfly kisses on her overheated sex, fixed my mouth to her vagina, savoring the stream of honey.

Jennifer slipped a hand down to thrum her clit.

The mattress moved. My mouth glued to Jennifer's sex, I cast my eyes about. Where was Alex? Jennifer, gazing over my shoulder, said, "What do you think Alex?"

Alex was standing behind me, fisting that delicious cock.

I turned back to look at him, ran my tongue along my lips, making a show of enjoying his step-mother's cunt cream, and said, "You like what you see? A cunt-hungry therapist."

Alex, mesmerized by the lesbian display before him, just stared. I was not surprised; I'd already determined that the intimacy between his step-mother and girlfriend aroused him and we were now a teenaged boy's fantasy: his luscious cock-starved step-mother was naked, tits quivering, legs spread, cunt shiny and open. Munching on that cunt was, if I may be immodest, his beautiful naked (except for my heels) red-headed slut of a therapist.

Jennifer said, "This may the first time I've seen him speechless."

I slid off the bed and stood, my back to him, slowly pirouetted, letting him examine the entire package. When done, I took his hand in mine, dropped my gaze from his eyes to his dick, openly ogling the well-built young man in front of me, and placed his hand on his penis. He circled his fingers around the shaft, resumed fisting it. I licked a finger-tip, sank it inside my cunt, humped my hips against it, moaned audibly; my flow increased; it was dripping down my thighs.

He pumped his dick faster; several drops of pre-cum emerged. I caught them on a fingertip, brought them to my mouth, then turned back around, beckoning Jennifer with a crooked finger. As she shimmied towards me I placed my hands on the bed, leaned over, my feet on the floor, ass high in the air, and with Jennifer's knees now draped over the edge of the bed, plastered my mouth to her vagina.

"Ah, fuck, yes, oh Jean eat my pussy."

Standing in my heels I swayed my ass back and forth. One, then two, of Alex's fingers tentatively explored my heart-shaped ass cheeks.

I looked up, Jennifer's eyes were locked on Alex, her face burning with lust. Good; now I could be sure she'd have no objection when I asked, as I did, "Jennifer, can I borrow your step-son? I need him to fuck me."

I licked her clit hard with the soft bottom, then the rough top of my tongue. Think of it as a wet warm delicious steamroller.

"Ugghhh."

I did it again.

"Unnnggggggghhhhhhhh."

"I promise to keep eating your pussy."

I did it again.

"Uunnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh."

I blew air on the hot frenzied nub, held my ass up high in the air.

"And I promise, I'll give him back."

Jennifer said, "Fuuccckkkk yyyeeeeesssssss, Alex fuck the therapist."

Holding me by my hips, he ran his cock-head over my pussy until the head dipped into my sex, then edged his magnificent tool inside me. I lifted my head from Jennifer, stared into the air, wanting to remember each exquisite detail. He moved in nice and slow, like he wanted me to savor, to memorize this moment. When he was done I looked at Jessica, who stared at our conjoined bodies, her eyes ablaze with desire.

I said, "He's magnificent, there will be no more denying yourself Jennifer."

"That he is. You heard the doctor Alex, are you up to fucking your horny step-mom whenever, however?"

His cock jerked inside me. Sighing happily as the intoxicating tightness of my pussy - all that yoga paid off - he said, "I'll do my best."

Jennifer placed her open palm on the back of my head, lowering me to the pussy, and said, "I've learned that's pretty damn impressive. Alex fuck the therapist, show her how grateful we are."

Lightly licking her clit, I inserted my middle and ring fingers inside Jennifer's pussy, twisted them about, ran the finger tips along the roof of her pussy, found her g-spot. Her entire body shuddering, I took her clit between my lips, secured it in place, lashed it with my tongue.

Alex, inspired, in part, by our lesbian play, in part by the promise of full time access to his gorgeous horny step-mom, and in part, I like to think, by my own tight twat, wailed away, shoving himself inside me, at one point driving my face into Jennifer so hard her clit slid from my mouth and across my chin. Foxy Jennifer groaned at the unexpected impact; horny me moaned at Alex's delicious pussy-stuffing cock; lust-crazed Alex grunted and fucked me with unrelenting force.

I did so want to concentrate on the drenched cunt fixed to my face, but Alex was a talented fuck, had an amazing dick, and nothing quite sets my libido afire like resolving an unhappy family's problems through the magic of incest. I tossed my head back and sang out, "Ohhhh, Alex, fuck me. Keep fucking me. You're so fricking good."

Alex, who no doubt had gotten out of bed that morning dreading the thought of spending a free Saturday with a therapist being probed and scolded about fighting with his step-mother, drove his dick in and out of me, marveling at this turn of events; no scolding but lots of probing, the opportunity to fuck two horny uninhibited women and the promise of unlimited pussy to come. He pounded my cunt, varying angles and speeds.

I resumed eating Jennifer's pussy, knowing how much the sight of it excited the boy - he'd clearly been turned on by the physical intimacy of his girlfriend and step-mother. I glanced up, Jennifer's face was aglow with wanton delight. I dug a third finger into her cunt.

"Uggghh. Oh Jean baby, eat my cunt, almost there, eat my cunt, eat my cunt. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh."

His balls slapping against my ass, Alex took hold of my hips and pressed his sexual assault, pistoning his rock hard cock in and out of me. Letting him control my movements, I snaked my arms around Jennifer's legs, steadied my upper body on her, slapped her clit with my tongue.

Jennifer gushed cream and babbled in a voice that combined tension and lust, "Nyeeee, nyeeeee, nyeeeeee, nyeeeeeee."

I rolled her clit against my teeth with my tongue, pushed my fingers deeper inside her, fingered her asshole.

"Oh Jeany, oh fuck yes, I'm comming. Oh, yes, I'm fffuccckkkiinngggg coommmming."

Her body, from head to feet, toes to fingers, shook and shaked. Pressing my head to her spasming sex, I let the gushing cream flow over my skin, seep into my nostrils, fill my mouth. As I was inundated by a sea of girl-juice Alex took hold of my hips, pulled me back into him, rammed his cock home. As his step-mother came on my face he went into overdrive, smashing his body against mine. Then, while I was still slurping down Jennifer's cum, Alex yanked me up until I was half-standing, my tongue, still hungry for Jennifer's cunt, flopping about in the air.

As he supported my weight I gyrated on his cock.

His step-mother stared at us, drinking in every decadent detail.

He rose on his toes, lifted me from the floor. Supported only by his hands, his cock drove even deeper into me. Alex rocked me forward and said, "Ooohhhhhhh yesssss fuck, gonna come, I'm gonna come."

I clamped my pussy down on his dick and said, "Give it me stud, give it to me, fuccckkkkkkkk mmmeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Responding, "Fuck yes, I'm cccoooommmmiiinnnnngggg," Alex, hands still on my hips, pushed into me one last time, again lifting me from the floor. Grunting from some animal place that dwelled deep inside his body, he came, draining his balls into me, spurt after delicious spurt; he groaned in feral joy as he drenched my womb with his cum.

It started in my vagina, exploding deep inside me, grew more intense, occupied my pelvis and lower stomach, spread from there throughout my body, ricocheting off my toes and fingers and flowing back through me. Powerful muscular contractions ripped through my uterus, pelvis, anus, then spread; my vaginal muscles clamped down so hard they would have driven a less determined lover from me, but Alex was staying put, not about to vacate the warm wet tightness of his therapist's sex. I was spent, ready to collapse, but Alex held me upright, pressed against him - I loved his firm young form - then sweetly and gently moved his hands to my breasts, squeezed them, before lowering me to the bed.

He pulled out of me. I moaned in protest.