The Best Therapy ch. 06

Mary was busy gathering all the cum on her face with her fingers and licking them clean while Brad put his shorts back on. He looked at his mother and he could feel his dick giving signs of getting back to life. He wished he could stay and watch that exciting show, but he had something else to do. He walked out of his room unnoticed by his mom, who was too focused on eating his cum to see him leave. Mary seemed in a world of her own. He knocked on his sister’s room’s door and entered when she let him. Christine initially thought it was their mother at the door and that she was there to give her a lecture on appropriate behaviors.

Obviously, she was surprised to see Brad, but she was glad it was him. He would give her the confidence to face her mother. She knew Brad shouldn’t be here and their mom would get even more upset if she caught him in her room, but it didn’t matter at that moment. She was so freaked out she was about to go nuts. Christine had never been so scared of her life. Brad went to her and hugged her tight. She immediately felt better in the comfort his arms provided.

“How are you doing, Sis?” He asked her.

“I’m scared, Brad. Mom is going to kill us,” she replied with tears in her eyes.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be okay, trust me,” he reassured her.

“I trust you, but I don’t see how it could be okay. I have never seen her so furious,” she cried on his shoulder.

“Listen, Sis. I’ve just had a talk with Mom and I’ve told her you and Nana were helping me learn about the female body. When she talks to you, don’t act scared but pissed. You have to make it look like you didn’t do anything wrong and she just overreacted, okay? Act like all of this is her fault. Got it?” He explained to her.

“Okay, but…” she started before being interrupted.

“We don’t have time for details now. I don’t want Mom to realize I’ve left my room. Remember, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He concluded and left Christine’s room after kissing her forehead tenderly.

Brad returned to his room in silence after grabbing a towel in the bathroom and saw his mother still cleaning her face thoroughly with her fingers. He waited until she was satisfied with her work. She returned to reality when her fingers couldn’t find another trace of cum anymore. She turned her head to see where she was and saw Brad standing next to the bed with a towel in his hands. Silently, he gave her the towel and she sat up. She used the towel to wipe the cum in her hair and the little traces she couldn’t scoop with her fingers. Once she was finished, Brad spoke to his mother.

“Now go talk to Christine and Nana to apologize.”

Mary stood up, put her dress back on and went to the bathroom. She checked her face and she was satisfied not to see any semen on her. She walked to her daughter’s room, knocked on the door and entered when Christine invited her in. Christine was sitting in front of her computer, reading her friend’s latest news on Facebook. It calmed her down to think about something else. She turned to her mother as she entered and the young woman looked serene. She was still a nervous wreck inside, but she managed to not show it.

“Princess, can we talk for a minute?” Mary asked her.

“Are you here to apologize?” her daughter asked her back.

“Yes. I’m sorry about the way I reacted,” the young mother replied, not sure of herself anymore. Her mind was still confused. Minutes ago, she had been ready to bring down hell on her daughter, but her talk with Brad changed that.

“You should be, Mom. I was enjoying giving Brad a great blowjob when you forcefully grabbed my hair and threw me out of the living room. I still don’t understand why you were so upset,” the teenage girl lied to her.

“It’s because you were all naked,” she answered.

“So?” Christine inquired.

“So, I found it inappropriate,” Mary explained.

“What? Brad asked us to strip, so we obeyed. What’s inappropriate with that?” her daughter told her without skipping a beat.

“Brad was touching your grandmother’s vagina too. He shouldn’t have,” she informed her.

“Why shouldn’t he shove a finger in her pussy? He has the right to do anything he wants to his sluts,” Christine lied again. Seeing her mother so docile made her want to take things a little bit further. She was tired of being the perfect little girl her mother had always wanted her to be and wished to let her wild side go free. Besides, it was fun to mess with her mother.

“His sluts? Who are you calling his sluts?” her mother questioned her.

“I’m talking about us three of course. Granted, I just got started yesterday, but we suck his cock and drink his cum every day, and not just once but constantly. If that doesn’t qualify us as his sluts, I don’t know in which dimension we are living in.”

“We are doing this only to help him in his time of need,” Mary stated.

“Really, Mom? So you don’t love to have his big fat cock in your mouth? You don’t love it when he pours his delicious cum into your mouth for you to drink? You don’t love to parade in skimpy clothes in front of him? Tell me you don’t love those things and I won’t say you’re a slut,” Christine argued with her.

Mary kept silent because she loved to do all those things, yet didn’t want to admit it. She could have lied, but it would have been wrong.

Christine smiled, proud with herself. “That’s what I thought. You’re a slut, just like Grandma and me. Sure, we suck Brad’s cock because of his condition, but we don’t have to do it so frequently. Brad practically has a mouth around his cock all day long now but when he was going to school I’m sure he survived with much less ejaculations. We also put sexy outfits to arouse him, not because we have to, but because we love showing our bodies to him,” the young woman commented.

Mary thought about it and realized something.

“You’re right. When he had school he could masturbate maybe three of four times a day tops. But now, if he comes just five times it’s an anomaly. Why didn’t I see it before?” she scolded herself.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Mom. It’s what happens when a woman deals with a real man. She just can’t think straight,” Christine reassured her.

“You can say that again. Nowadays, I feel like my judgment is clouded every time I think about Brad. I just can’t have a coherent thought around him anymore,” her mother confessed.

“Exactly, Mom. We are just powerless before Brad. God created a perfect man and we are so lucky to serve him. All the girls at school talk about blowjobs like they are the worst chore in the world, but sucking Brad’s cock feels so good I could do it all day long even though it’s so much longer and thicker than other guys’ junk. The other girls also say cum is gross and what a huge favor they do them when they let their boyfriends cum in their mouths. And they never swallow because they say cum makes them sick! But Brad’s cum is so delicious I’d cry if I couldn’t swallow all of it. And most guys would consider ejaculating three times in a single day an impossible task, Brad has an endless supply of cum and gets hard at the drop of a hat. Isn’t he extraordinary?” Christine asked her.

“Yes, he is, but he is my son. All of this has to stop once he can use his hands again,” her mother sighed, surprising herself at that.

“Unfortunately, but we still can enjoy the time we have left,” the young woman pointed out, even though she didn’t have any intention of stopping anything when he could fully use his hands again.

“We will,” Mary confirmed. “Now I have to call my mother. Can you check on Brad to see how he is doing?” Then she left her daughter room.

Christine couldn’t believe her mother had agreed to her bullshit. She had gone a little too far in her fantasy, but her mom never refuted her ludicrous explanations. It would have been too good to be true to have her mother accept her status as Brad’s slut, but her silence was enough for Christine. Her mother would ponder about it from now on and, with a little extra persuasion, maybe she could be converted. Her silence also gave her the green light to act as Brad’s slut. She thought she wasn’t as beautiful as her mother or grandmother, so she doubted Brad would fall in love with her when he had those two gorgeous women at his beck and call. Her only option was to show him how eager she would always be to please him. It didn’t bother her to have to act like that because she had always imagined herself as Brad’s slut-wife in her fantasies. In them, Brad and Christine were just like a normal couple, except Brad could have sex with her anytime, anywhere and anyway he wanted. It turned her on to think about giving him her body to do as he pleased. Of course, when she imagined the non-sexual parts of their romantic relationship, they would be real partners with equal say on everything. But first she had to make him want a relationship so she would unleash her slutty side and show him all the advantages being with her would give him.

After leaving her daughter’s room, Mary went to her own. She had to change clothes as soon as possible. When she entered, she found Brad going through her clothes.

“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised to see him there.

“I’m just sorting your clothes out. I don’t want to see you wearing something as ugly as the brown dress you are wearing now so I’m getting rid of the clothes I don’t like,” Brad explained to his mother.

There was a pile of clothes on the floor and he was adding more and more clothes as she stood watching him quietly. When he was done, her closet only contained the few items she had bought a few days ago. She just stared at him silently as he left her room after picking up her discarded clothes. She didn’t know what he was going to do with them, but she actually didn’t care because, at that moment, she never wanted to wear them again.

Brad looked back at her when he reached the door.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Give me what you are wearing. The dress, panties and bra,” he ordered his mom.

Obediently, Mary took her clothes off. She started with her panties, which she threw on top of the clothes Brad was carrying. Then came off her bra, which she took off under her clothes and tossed it at Brad too. He didn’t understand why she was taking her clothes off in that order until she let her dress slide down her body. She did it slowly and was careful to cover her sex with her left hand as the dress reached her crotch area. Mary gave him the dress but never took her hand off her sex. Brad didn’t say anything at the moment even though he wanted to see her pussy. He had made some good progress that day and didn’t want to push his mother too far too soon. He would see her pussy another day.

Brad left her room and she started to dress again. She chose skin tight jeans and a green top which left her shoulders bare and showed lots of cleavage. She had put a thong under her jeans, but no bra under her top. The saleswoman had advised her to go braless with that top and recommended her to buy a thong. She said she shouldn’t wear her jeans with anything other than a thong or people would see a panty line. Mary wanted to leave quickly so she didn’t argue with the saleswoman, but intended to never wear such an undergarment.