I'm Her Medication
Copyright© 2025 by HMaster
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - When mom got kidnapped and trained as a sex addict, I became her Medication. "A shudder went through Mom's body as she slowly parted her lips, letting me slip the tip of my thumb between them, feeling the wetness of her mouth, and then the tip of her tongue brushing against it."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
Doctor Deschane stepped up close to me until only a few inches separated us. I became acutely aware of how her full breasts jutted out, almost brushing my chest. I suddenly had a better view down her blouse, seeing an amazing part of her breasts swelling out of light blue bra cups. Her voice became lower, huskier. “Can you be that strong for your mother, John? Can you as her son, take control of the situation?”
She took a step closer to me, her body now pressing into mine and my mouth hung open in shock and I almost jumped out of my shoes as she pressed a warm palm against my crotch. “Do you think you can take control of your mother, John? Can you be that brave ... that daring?”
“I ... um, Doctor, I ... you mean...” I was stunned, unable to speak as I tried to believe that I understood what Doctor Deschane was saying to me.
The psychiatrist moved her head towards mine until we were almost kissing. “What happened to your mother is outside normal experience, John. The remedy must by necessity, be outside normal treatment procedures. You know what she needs!” Doctor Deschane gave the bulge in my pants a gentle squeeze. “You have what she needs, John, you are what she needs. Be strong for her, be the strong man she needs ... the strong son she needs you to be.” I could feel her lips barely brushing mine. “Do we understand each other, John?”
I slowly nodded, still unable to speak. Doctor Deschane kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth for several sweet seconds. Then she patted my throbbing bulge again and whispered, “I wish you luck, John. Make me proud, be the strong, loving son your mother wants and requires to make a recovery.”
As I continued to try and find my voice, Doctor Deschane took me by the arm and led me out the door, acting if she hadn’t just made such an incredible request of me, waving at Mom and as I looked from on to the other, the doctor seemed to be looking at my mother with an expression akin to envy. I joined Mom to walk towards the elevator, she taking my arm as the doctor had and leaning in to buss me on the cheek and saying, “Thank you, son, for coming with me. It means so much to me!”
There were so many things I wanted to say, but all I managed to croak was, “I love you, Mom.”
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