Tale of two mothers. Ch 7.

Chapter Seven:

“And you say that Walter is still trying to initiate an incestuous,
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 her own son.

“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 your own son?”

“Of…of course not!” Patty spluttered, instantly reddening with shame
and fear. “What kind of question is that? I would never allow my own
son 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 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 your own son 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.