Sex Therapy

My heart beats faster, I don’t want to talk about it, but I have to talk about it. Facing the injustice, the unfairness, the burden that is on my shoulders is absolutely overbearing. The mechanical grinding in my head, the pulsations its too nerve wrecking, the anxiety is real.

I turn the doorknob and walk in. I look down at the receptionist and mumble, “Hi I have an appointment with Erin.”

The receptionist looks up with a bubbly smile, “What was your name?”

“It was Andrew.”

She exclaims, “Oh Andrew, welcome, I’ll sign you in. You can take a seat on the chair over there and help yourself to any coffee if you’d like.”

“I am ok with the coffee, but thank you,” I reply as I go to sit down.

I look around to get my bearings. Apart of me wants to stay invisible here, and so I sit in a way that people can’t see me if they look in the door. Yet at the same time I am actually a little excited to see her too, she was very sweet on the phone last time, and was so supportive of me. Dealing with these issues is so hard on me and she listened, she talked a little too much, but she listened and let me get it out. All my secrets, all my anxieties, she actually listened to me. The true me, the one without any secrets. To be truly heard is a blessing, that happens much too rarely, which I never take for granted.

I sit down and the calming piano music puts me at ease. I sigh and fall back in the smooth leather chair. Resting back, feeling the weight of the world fall away from me. I look up at the whiteboard, “Honesty without kindness is rudeness, Kindness without honesty is deception,” it reads. Huh, I think to myself, I’ve never thought about that before.

“Andrew,” I hear a soothing feminine voice call out.

Awoken from my thoughts, “Uhh hi” I reply. I look upwards as I gaze at her. She stands a little shorter then I am, about five foot, lets say five… Five foot five. With dark brunette hair draping down both her sides of her face. In a classic twenty-first century working mom look. I look into her sedative dark brown eyes, “Erin, thank you for meeting with me.” I think to myself, it’s good to actually talk to her in person.

“Oh course”, she replies. There is it, there is that fun tingle of her half English, half American accent.

I stand up, and it feels so nature to shake her hand, but with the pandemic here in New York things have changed things so much. Apart of me wonders how her soft hands would feel, does she moisturize, or use any scented soaps?

Upon general impression of her, she seems like she is in her mid-thirties, takes good care of herself, has some weight, maybe post-pregnancy, but that extra weight only accents her womanly curvaceous figure. Her smile is warm and calming, it is very welcoming. My heart slows down and I feel at ease again.

I follow her into her office in the back. As I look around I notice that she a fine taste in abstract art. Paintings of watery sky blues, trickled with sunrise orange, and adventurous jungle green play games inside my head as I take it all in. Her desk is a little messy, but hey she’s a working woman. That’s ok.

I sit down in her silky smooth chair, as she sits across from me. I don’t want to talk, this is too much for me, I think as I stare at the dark blue patterned carpeted ground.

“So I believe last time you were having trouble with your mother, how has that been going?”

That accent is so relieving. I gaze up into her deep brown eyes, eyelashes plucked up, as her dark shadowy eyeliner accentuates her darkened pupils. The mask covering her lips, just makes me more curious. Then effortlessly I start confiding in her…

“Well it’s been hard, like I’m not sure what to do”, I sigh. “She’s my Mom, I want to help her, but she isn’t helping herself. I’m worried about how she is going to retire, her entire lifesavings are almost gone, I got her banned from one casino, but she just finds another one to go towards. She doesn’t even want my help.” I explain, “I’ve tried gambling anonymous, I have offered to drive her to the hospital, I have given her resources, but she just doesn’t want any help, and the worst part is that this comes down onto me, her adult son. It makes me angry, confused, anxious, I just don’t know what to do, she’s my Mom, I can’t just abandon her, but yet when she gets in trouble I’m the first person she calls. I’ve been the man of the house ever since my Dad died in that traffic accident 8 years ago. She hasn’t gotten any help and just keeps gambling the family savings away, it’s so frustrating. I’m trying to make something of myself, yet, she keeps holding me back.”

I huff and puff, and huff and puff. God it feels so good to let this out, but wow is it hard. Like fuck, what is wrong with her I think, just let me live my life and get your shit together.

I hear a calming angelic voice reach out to me, “Andrew how does that make you feel?”

“FUCKING ANGRY,” I yell!

I can’t stop it, it all comes out now. I start crying, I start balling. The weight of the heavens is lifted up off, of me and peace begins to flow. “I… I just try my best,” I say in between my tears.

Her calming voice centres me again, “I know you do.”

The tears running down my face, I look up at her feet. She is wearing these cute sandals, with her feet fully exposed. Fine black nail polish is shining out, the matches her hair nicely. I notice a dolphin tattoo on the lateral aspect of her left foot. I think to myself, God I want to suck her toes.

My eyes slowly float upwards and I notice the prominent calf muscles inside her leggings as her crossed legs bring out her muscles. I glance up at her curvy hips, then her slim yet curvy waist, and finally her breasts. A thought crosses my mind, C cups or D cups? I look back up her eyes and wonder what kind of lipstick she has on underneath that mask.

“How have you been coping?”

“Um… OK I guess.”

“What do you do for self-care?”

“I don’t know,” I grunt, “Workout, I mean I’m so busy at the office these days, I don’t really have a lot of free time.”

She looks at me caringly. I look back, and shift my legs around.

“Well why don’t we try some meditation.”

“Sure, I guess,” I reply.

“Ok sweety now close your eyes.”

I abide with her request.

“I want you to focus on your breath, now inhale, and exhale, inhale, and exhale. Place all your focus on your breath.”

I follow her commands, I inhale and I exhale, I inhale, and I exhale. Slowly I become grounded, slowly I begin the feel weightless, slowly I experience the joy of calmness.

I hear her voice whisper, “Take off your mask sweety, you’ve worked so hard for so long, but don’t open your eyes.”

Like a blissful servant I follow her command.

“Now tilt your head up and open your mouth.”

I follow her wishes. My head raises and my jaw opens up. All I feel is softness and warmth. Radiating heat squishes against my face. My tongue sticks out and I feel a soft, yet erect nipple flicker on my tongue. My tongue drips with wet saliva as I roll my tongue up and down, up and down, brushing upon her hard nipple. I wonder if I should open my eyes.

“Sweety, keep your eyes closed for mommy,” I hear her sweet caring voice say to me.

“Ok mommy,” I reply.

My mouth then wraps around her breast and I start sucking. It is so biologically ingrained just to suck, no one has to teach us it, I just do it.

The softness, the warmth, the calmness. “God, I love your breasts Erin,” I exclaim.

“Please son, don’t be naughty, call me mommy.”

“OK mommy.”

Then the warmth is gone, I mouth the air, then hear a girly giggle. Soon I feel her other breast enter my mouth, the nipple isn’t erect yet so I slap it with my tongue a few times. I hear a sexual moan ring into my ears.

“Andrew, your the man of the house now and as the man of the house, I think that you deserve some reward, what do you think?”

“Yes, mommy.”

I feel a warm hand run up my right shin, onto my thigh, then start to feel a tug at my pants. I put my hands on hers, “Mommy no, this is wrong.”

“Shhhh,” I feel the warmth of her breath into my right air, “Mommy will look after you.” I then feel a hard wetness brush my ear.

I feel my belt unbuckle, I hear my pants unzip, and I mentally picture my pants fall to my ankles.

“Don’t open your eyes,” she whispers.

So that’s what her hands feel like, as her warm, soft grip wraps around my hard, solid cock. The tip of my dick then feels the wetness of the tip of her pussy slowly enter into me. God she is tight, I feel the smooth muscular walls engross my dick. “Ohhhh,” she yells. “Ohhh Andrew.”

I’m about to open my eyes, then feel a warm hand shut them closed, “Mommy told you not to look.”

My head kinks back as my head is pushed back, by her hand overtop of my eyes, forcing them closed. Ouch, my neck is starting to hurt, she is so much stronger then she looks. My neck tightens up and spasms, as her pussy rolls up and down my cock.

The dripping wetness, the tight muscles, the up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. “Oh my God,” she yells out.

Up and down, up and down. Faster and faster. Up and down. The pain of my head being pushed back intensifies.

“Are you a good little boy, are you going to cum for mommy?”

Up and down.

“Are you going to cum for mommy?”

“Yes,” I whisper, nearly out of breath.

“I can’t hear you?”

“Yes,” I yell.

“Yes, what?”

“YES MOMMY!!!”

Rhythmic Cum shoots out of my head as my buttock tightens up, and my pelvis bucks forward. The warmth of the oozing semen wraps around my dick, and all around her pussy, as her rhythmic vaginal muscles suck it up. I feel ease as the pressure of her hand is taken off my face and my neck relaxes. Euphoria flows from my toes up to my head as an unexplainable high eases my into my soul. I gently open my eyes and see Erin caringly looking down at me. Her soft deep eyes connect with mine, as her sweaty brown hair drapes down on my face. She leans down and her plump red lips connect with mine. As I feel the soft pressure of her chalked red lipstick smoother my lips.

“Thank you Erin,” I softly say.

“Sametime next week,” She smiles.

“Sure.”

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