Adopted part 7

adopted part 7

“And you say that Walter is still trying to initiate an sexual
relationship with you?” Margaret asked. She sat with her notebook and pencil
again, pretending to take notes. A day had passed.
“That’s right,” Patty sighed. She squirmed nervously on the couch,
uncomfortable to be discussing her private life with a therapist. She’d expected
Margaret Kelly to be old and dowdy. It was discomfiting to see that the
counselor was her age, and was endowed with a petite body every bit as
curvaceous as her own.
“Did Walter try to have sex with you last night?” Margaret raised her
eyebrows.
“He certainly did. He was very aggressive.”
Patty trembled in spite of herself, remembering the furious pussy-pounding
Walter had delivered the night before. Again, she had failed to suppress her
need to fuck him.
“Was his cock stiff?”
“Extremely.”
“I have to ask a delicate question now.” Margaret folded her notebook and
dropped it on the floor. “You’ve told me so far that Walter has made sexual
advances on you. I haven’t asked yet, point blank, if any of these advances have
been successful. Have they?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Have you fucked him?”
“Of…of course not!” Patty spluttered, instantly reddening with shame and
fear. “What kind of question is that? I would never allow him to help himself to
my own body.”
“That’s not what Walter says.”
The ensuing silence was long and tense. Patty’s blush deepened, and she
shamefully averted her eyes, avoiding the counselor’s calm stare. Already she
knew that she’d been caught. Horrible fantasies flashed through her mind’s eye:
of newspaper headlines, of a judge denying her custody of her adopted son. Patty
wondered if there was any point in trying to lie further.
“I’m not going to tell anyone about this, Patty,” Margaret said soothingly,
as if reading her mind. “Anything you admit to me will be kept in strictest
confidence. But I do think it would be best if we started being honest with one
another. Walter admitted, with some persuasion on my part, that he has already
fucked you many times. He says that you enjoying sex with him a great deal, but
that you feel ashamed of yourself for letting him fuck you. Is that true?”
Patty took a deep breath and, finally, met the counselor’s eyes. “That’s
about right,” she said.
“You know, maybe it’s not really so awful to let Walter keep fucking you,”
Margaret suggested. “After all, you’re both horny, and he’s old enough to…”
“No!” Patty stopped her with a brisk wave of her hand. “Please, don’t even
suggest that. It’s disgusting. It has to end right now. I simply can’t allow
Walter access to my body any longer.”
“Then why do you let him fuck you at all, Patty?” Margaret paused, letting
the question sink in. “Is it because you’re so horny?”
“I…I guess.”
“Have you always been so horny, or has it only been since your divorce?”
“Always, I guess.”
“I see.” Margaret hesitated again. “Patty I’m going to ask you some very
personal questions now. How often do you think about fucking and sucking in the
course of a given day?”
“A great deal.”
“Does your cunt usually respond to these thoughts by becoming moist and
swollen?”
“Yes.”
“Was you cunt moist and swollen when you first allowed your son to fuck
you?”
“Yes.”
“The questions I’m asking now, are they making your pussy feel wet and
hot?”
Patty flushed with embarrassment. “I guess.”
“I think it would be good if I took a close look at your cunt, Patty.”
Margaret held up her hand, as if to stem off a possible objection. “Don’t worry.
I have a degree in physical therapy,” she lied. “I’m just going to inspect it,
Patty. All you have to do is pull down your pants and let me have a look.”
Patty thought about this for a moment, but by then Margaret’s stream of
sex-oriented questions had made her pussy so itchy and horny that she was too
distracted to object. She rose to her feet, kicking off her shoes and pulling
her jeans off. Now all she had on were her panties. Patty sat back down on the
couch, pulling the cotton bikini panties off of her rounded little ass, exposing
her hairy pussy mound to the therapist.
“You have a great deal of pussy hair,” Margaret observed.
Margaret knelt on the floor in front of her.