Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - “No men. No clothes. No worries!” The newest project in Sausalito, Mississippi was a semi-luxury nudist resort called Camp Sunnyside. The brainchild of Darlene Pellerin, manager of Miss Kitty’s strip club, the safari-tent retreat was an invitation-only resort. The invitees? Young men and women and their Mothers. Sunnyside would soon become one of the most innovative, most daring projects, in that little town’s history. (Edited by Steven.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Mother Son Brother Sister
Iris Moreau, Dr. Mary’s second patient, was more outgoing, more relaxed, than Amelia Bernard had been during her initial visit.
When Iris spotted the clip — she was sucking her son’s cock as she fingered herself. She laughed, “That there is his favorite, Lucas.”
“I can certainly see why — you are magnificent.”
Dr. Mary went through her usual orientation. Patient confidentiality, LaLibido, the art of self-happiness. Video recordings of every session. Since Iris seemed so comfortable in her own skin, Dr. Mary decided on a specific therapeutic path -- one that would emphasize positive reinforcement. This 30-year-old mom could almost certainly be manipulated into taking more and more responsibility for her son’s health and happiness. Through intimate, unorthodox methods.
Iris wasn’t plagued by self-doubt. Dr. Mary sensed that the girl was subconsciously seeking permission to continue. Perhaps even permission to take things further. Unlike with Amelia Bernard, Dr. Mary didn’t need to tell Iris, “Be kind to yourself.”
“Iris, what is it like for you at home these days?”
She laughed, “What is my sex life like? Frantic. I spoiled Lucas at Sunnyside. And Roger ... well, he gets inflamed watching some of those clips.”
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it, to be lusted after?”
Iris, skinny and petite, was casually stroking herself as she glanced at the screen from time to time. She grinned, “Lusted after by two boys. And, that’s not counting my Sunnyside girlfriends.”
“How much alone-time do you have with Lucas?”
She laughed again, “Me an’ Lucas. Acourse that’s what Missy is interested in.” She nodded to herself, “An’ that’s why I’m here talking to a shrink.”
“How do you feel talking to me about you and your son?”
Iris smiled cheerfully, “Well, I know Missy wouldn’t have sent me here to have you talk me out of anything.”
“No, you’re right. Although, with some girls, it will be just the opposite. I will encourage them to realize that it’s not in their own best interests to be intimately involved with their sons.”
That surprised her, “Really?”
“Yes. But that’s not you. So, think of this, of you and me, as an opportunity for you to grow, to prosper, to blossom.”
“Huh.”
“When I asked about you and Lucas, it wasn’t an idle question. As we get to know each other, you’ll come to understand that what I want, what my job here is ... it is to assist you, guide you, into becoming even more fulfilled.”
“At home.”
“Of course. That’s where you live, that’s where you spend most of your time.”
“When you said ‘blossom’, you meant me an’ Lucas, right?” Trying to pin Dr. Mary down.
“Of course that’s what I meant. Lucas, Lucas and you, you and Lucas, that’s your future. You’ve already experienced everything there is to enjoy in a standard husband/wife relationship. That’s yesterday’s newspaper. Your future enjoyment, your future happiness, is dependent on you, on Iris Moreau.” Dr. Mary winked, “With an assist from Lucas Moreau.”
Iris looked thoughtful, “Yesterday’s newspaper.”
“Your husband is good in bed?”
“Yes! I mean, a lot of the time he is.”
“Can he make you cum as hard as your best girlfriends?”
Iris laughed, “Oh, God no. But that’s not really a fair comparison.”
“No, but this is how I want you to think of sex with him from now on. At his very, very best, he’s merely foreplay for what Lucas is going to be able to do to you. You enjoyed a taste of the naughty at Sunnyside, but that was just an appetizer.”
“Foreplay. Huh.” She looked thoughtful, as she thought about her relationship with her husband.
“How much alone-time to you have with Lucas?”
“Back to that, are we? Kin I ask why?”
“You’re a straightforward girl. You see life, your life, as it really is. You’re marching to your own drummer. You’re living your life to your own standards, not to some silly arbitrary rules that society tries to push on everyone.”
“What’s all that got to do with my alone-time with Lucas?” The screen was forgotten, Iris was now fully engaged in the conversation. Which hadn’t been going in the direction she had imagined.
“Unlike most of my patients, you know what you want. Iris, you have an extremely valuable lust for life. A clear-eyed intention to live your life to the fullest. My job is to help you turn your fantasies into reality.”
“Huh.”
“And that’s why I want to know the details about your home life. Specifically, you and Lucas. Now, you and your husband ... that’s a dead-end street. An enjoyable one, very enjoyable. But you’ve been there...”
“Done that.”
“Exactly. So, here we are, you and I, focused on your future. In your case, we both know the ‘what’. It’s you and Lucas, Lucas and you.”
Iris was nodding along.
“So, now that we both know ‘what’ you want, we can start examining the ‘how’. How to best achieve your own wonderful, magical, naughty fantasies.”
Iris hugged herself and giggled. She had never dreamed of a professional conversation like this.
Dr. Mary, “Now, am I correct? You want your relationship with your husband to continue?”
“God, yes.”
“Good. You also want the freedom to enjoy your own life to the fullest, but you don’t want to jeopardize your marriage. We can work with that. But from now on, when he’s fucking you, pretend it’s Lucas.”
Iris sat back, thinking. Then she laughed, “God, that’s nasty. But I like it. It makes me feel ... slutty. All right, I’m gonna try that.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me about your alone-time with Lucas.”
“Okay, I get it now. Let’s see ... typical day. Roger works the early shift at Gulf State Welding. So he leaves the house around 5:30 in the morning.”
Dr. Mary, now that the ball was finally rolling, sat back and waited.
Iris giggled, “Lucas, his majesty, soon learned it was up to him to get his butt outta bed an’ into the shower. See, he leaves a little before 8 for the bus. That gives us ... well, you kin see how much alone-time there is.”
Dr. Mary sat quietly.
Iris, as composed as she was, colored slightly, “Okay, I gotta admit that some mornings I got me an itch, a terrible need. So I gotta drag his ass outa bed and into the shower.”
“That is the most significant thing you’ve said this morning.”
“It is? How come?”
“Because you admitted your own need. And, more importantly, acted upon it. Iris, this journey that we’ve just begun is all aboutyou. What you want, what you need, what you deserve. Everyone and everything else is irrelevant to your own happiness. No one else, not your husband, not your girlfriends, not even Lucas, matters. It’s you, and you alone.”
“But Lucas...?”
“Lucas is merely an instrument, a vital one, a critical one, to your own personal fulfillment. Look, you love your son. Just as most mothers naturally do.”
Iris nodded.
“But step back from mere motherhood. Together, let’s look at what else you want from your son.” Dr. Mary held up her palm, “Forget your husband, he’s already given you everything he has. There’s no more toe-curling excitement with him. You’ve already experienced the best that he had to offer.”
Iris nodded thoughtfully.
“No, your future, your happiness, yourselfishhappiness is now up to you. And what you decide to do with Lucas.”
Iris continued nodding along as the truth of her post-Sunnyside life began to sink in. The picture was becoming clearer. It was like Dr. Mary already knew her so well. Understood her.Approvedof her and everything she wanted to do in life.
“So, tell me about a typical Iris-morning. Hubby gone, Lucas fresh out of the shower.”
Iris sat up, proud, rather than defensive, “I soon learned I had to set up some rules. To get what I wanted? Like you jess said, be a little selfish. Well, really jess one rule. He has to get me off before anything else happens.” She frowned, “He still has lot to learn about going down on me. But sometimes he kin make me cum without I have to finger myself.”
Dr. Mary smiled, “Completely sensible, to make sure you orgasm first. I’m so glad you arrived at that conclusion on your own.”
“How come?”
“Because you are exercising your own agency. You, and you alone, are in charge of your body. It’s entirely up to you to decide what you want, when you want it, how you want it.” She reached over and patted Iris’s knee, “My dear, you have two glorious hours every weekday morning to enjoy anything and everything Lucas has to offer. There are, literally, no limits to your own power. Well, let me amend that. Right now, there are still some arbitrary lines that you haven’t yet crossed. But, working together, you and I, will make sure that your every wish will come true.”
Iris whispered, “I understand.”
Later, as Dr. Mary dictated her notes, she said, “Iris Moreau will be one of the easier ones. Next Saturday, I”ll have her talking about how much she wants to fuck Lucas. Notwhethershe might be willing to, but how much she genuinely wants it. The question is, do I want her first time to be here on my couch? Strike that. I want her first time to be when she’s alone with her son. No outside pressures. Her own needs will compel her to act.”
Dr. Mary’s third Sunnyside patient was the polar opposite of carefree Iris Moreau. Adeline Durant, 29, was frowning when she walked into Sausalito General. She almost balked when instructed to disrobe. Even then, she sat there, arms crossed, legs crossed, an annoyed look on her face. She had glanced at the screen — it showed her son, Jude, enjoying a blowjob from a pal while watching his mother getting finger-fucked by yet another boy.
Dr. Mary’s first impression was that she would have to end up separating Adeline from Jude. End any emotional conflicts the woman was feeling. And, Dr. Mary’s instincts were usually spot-on. However, her education, her training, her experience, had taught her to delve deeper. To try to get to the bottom of this girl’s obvious discomfort.
“So, Adeline, how’s life at home these days?”
She recrossed her legs, resolutely not even glancing at the screen, “I wish I’d never gone to that fucking camp.”
“Interesting. Let’s explore that. I reviewed some of your Sunnyside clips. You seemed to be having a good time. Laughing and joking around a lot.”
“Yeah. Then I came home. To face fucking reality.”
“And what is your reality at home?”
“Guilt. I was immoral. A fucking slut.”
“Was Sunnyside the first time you made love with a woman?”
“No, I been doing that since John Lee.”
“Was it the first time you fucked someone else since you got married?”
Adeline colored, her voice was softer, less harsh, “No.”
“But it was the first time you and Jude touched each other intimately?”
“That there is the problem! It’s a sin against God, against nature, against ... about anything decent.”
“Tell me, Adeline, wasn’t Jude able to bring you to orgasm with his fingers?”
She colored deeply, “See, that there is what I’m talking about. Yeah, okay, I came like the middle school slut I used to be. Once a slut, always a slut.”
“We’ll come back to that dear. Tell me, did it feel slutty when you masturbated Jude?”
Adeline started to answer, then caught herself, “No, not at the time. Not at Sunnyside.”
“Interesting. What were you feeling? When you graced him with that sweet release?”
Her face softened, “At the time? Honestly? I felt okay. Crazy as it sounds, I felt maternal, like ... kinda like a love-feeling a mother has for her son? The way his face kinda melted when he came.” She frowned, “But then, back home, everything felt different. I felt dirty.”
Dr. Mary saw her opening. Saw a way to help this girl. And, not incidentally, her son as well.
“Why do you think Missy sent you to see me?”
“Because I fucked up! Because I am fucked up.”
“Adeline, Missy is a little sweetheart. And, yes, she is concerned about what’s going on in your home. But she’s a 14-year-old girl, not a licensed therapist.”
Adeline recrossed her legs, keeping her pussy hidden, “Well, she seems older.”
“She is mature for her age. But you’re not the one she’s concerned about.”
“I’m not? Who is?”
“Put yourself in Jude’s place. Try to imagine you’re a 14-year old boy, full of hormones, in awe of his sexy mother.”
Adeline shrugged.
“Jude had just been through the absolute best week of his life. He was getting blowjobs from his new pals. He got to watch naked women making out. But most of all, he had quality time, alone-time, with the girl he admires above everyone else.”
Adeline’s face softened.
“Okay, Adeline, he’s mature enough to understand that Sunnyside wasn’t real life. It was a magic week, but things would be different back at home.Hadto be different.”
Adeline nodded.
“But what he didn’t expect, couldn’t have anticipated, was to have the door slammed in his face.”
“That’s why Missy sent me here! She’s worried about Jude.”
“Yes. However, it’s early days. He isn’t screwed up, not at all. You still have plenty of time to reorient him to his new reality.”
“What does that mean — reorient?”
“Let’s come back to the details. I’m sure you understand what damage a traumatic change could make to an adolescent’s life.”
She nodded, uncertainly.
“So you went from carefree Sunnyside fun and games to running a strict household.”
She shrugged, but didn’t argue.
“The medical community believes, and I wholeheartedly agree, that one of the guiding principles in life is to do what is in the best interest of the child. So, how about I help you craft an Adeline/Jude game plan? A course of action that should help him to not come down with a case of the guilts.”
“Like I did.”
“Yes, but yours is merely a temporary condition. An understandable overreaction to an extraordinary set of circumstances.”
“Sunnyside.”
“Sunnyside. Now, Adeline, let’s posit that you want what’s best for Jude. And, I know you do. So, let’s devise a plan that will please him, allow you to remain in control, and still feel relatively comfortable.”
Adeline was now laser-focused on the conversation.
“First, there will be no physical contact between the two of you. Unless, that is, until you initiate it. At the same time, we want to acknowledge reality. You and Jude spent a week naked in front of each other. It’s silly to pretend that you both haven’t seen everything there is to see.”
Adeline uncrossed her arms, and gave Dr. Mary a small nod.
“Next, you and I will sit down with him and explain your new house rules.”
“You’ll be there too?”
“No, he’ll be here, in my office, with the two of us.”
“What are my new rules?”
“That’s completely up to you. You’re in charge. But here’s what I would suggest to kick things off. When you’re alone with him, no chance of any interruptions, let him see you. All of you. And let him, no, don’tlethim ... encourage him to masturbate. To relive part of his glorious Sunnyside adventures.”
Adeline was nodding slowly, beginning to picture the relatively benign scenario, “I kin see that. Maybe.”
“Of course you can. He’s always adored you. And, after puberty, he began feeling lust for you. Then, at Sunnyside, you allowed one of his wildest dreams to come true. He got to see you naked. But even more critical, you allowed him to stare at you and masturbate.”
She gave the doctor a small smile.
“Now back at home, you suddenly cut him off. What began running through his mind then? That he had done something wrong. That he was being punished, and worse, that he deserved to be punished.”
“Oh, no.”
“But you still have plenty of time to turn things around. Let him see you in all of your natural beauty. Let him worship your glorious, naked body. Let him — no, encouragehim to stare at your sexy little pussy, his imagination running wild, as he spurts and spurts and spurts.”
Adeline was slowly nodding along.
“You see, you want to re-teach him that it’s natural for a horny little boy to masturbate to his beloved mother. But, even more than that, you’ll be showing him that you want him to cum and cum and cum as he eats you up with his eyes.”
Adeline mouthed ‘natural’.
“Then, you could flip the script. If you’re in the mood, andonlyif you’re in the mood, get yourself off while you’re looking athisnaked body. Remind him that you’re making yourself cum is every bit as natural as when he jacks off to you.”
“Makes sense.” And, by this time, it did. Maybe. She’d have to think about that one.
Dr. Mary winked, “I bet when you pose for him, Jude will cum without even touching himself.”
That made Adeline giggle, her first positive reaction, “That did happen. Twice.”
“Down the road, when you and Jude are comfortable with each other again, you might find yourself in the mood for one of those marvelous goodnight kisses.”
She thought about that, “Especially when Horace has that fucking bowling league. Might as well call it a beer league.”
Giving Adeline a goodbye hug, Dr. Mary whispered, “Remember to bring Jude next Saturday.”
As she dictated her recap, she said, “Adeline Durand needs watching. She’s not bipolar, not anywhere close. But she’s on an emotional rollercoaster. But I believe once she, herself, starts masturbating in front of Jude, she’ll begin to mellow out enough for me to take her to the next level.”
When Iris Moreau came in for her third session with Dr. Mary, she was pretty chipper.
She grinned, “My rule still holds. Lucas has to get me off before I give him anything.”
“That’s a good start, dear.”
“Start? Start? That sounds like I got more work to do, me.”
“Not you, Lucas.”
“Huh?”
“Step back and look at your relationship from his point of view.”
“Okay.”
“Of course, he’s thrilled that the most important girl, the most precious girl in the world, is giving him oral access to her most intimate asset.”
Iris nodded, “My pussy.”
“And, he’s also thrilled that you let him get you off. That he can make you, his own mother, lose control.”
Iris nodded again.
“And then, the best part of his morning, his day ... his life so far, is that his mother actually sucks him off.”
She giggled, “He surely does love that.”
“Well, Iris, fuck what Lucas loves.”
“Huh?”
“Iris, you’ve known since you were a little girl how easy it is to get a boy off. You could make Lucas cum simply by talking dirty to him. Let alone using your hand or mouth.”
“That’s all true, but I don’t see what you’re getting at.”
“Today is Saturday. Monday morning, explain the new house rules to him.”
“Which are?”
“He is to make you cum using his mouth, and his only mouth. Twice ... two toe-curling orgasms. Or he’s out of luck that morning. When learns to do it right ... then, and only then, can he cum. You may have him jack off, you may jerk him off yourself. You might, if you really enjoyed your climaxes, even suck him off.”
Iris laughed delightedly at the unexpected turn of events.
“See, you need to train him to realize just how lucky he is. He hasn’t yet learned how precious you are. Your body, and especially your little pussy.”
Iris was nodding along, beginning to see the relationship from a new perspective.
“Yes, Lucas is your son, and he’ll always be special to you. But in this context, he’s an incredibly fortunate little boy to even have you as his mother. You need to teach him that he needs to be astonishingly thankful, grateful for every little favor you allow.” Dr. Mary winked, “It wouldn’t hurt to remind him how many other little boys are out there who would give everything they had just to see you in bra and panties.”
“Wow.”
“See, Lucas needs to learn that this isn’t about him. He’s a cute little sidebar in your life. You, Iris Moreau, are the only one who matters. Sure, remind him that you are his mother, and that you do love him as most moms do. But if he doesn’t get a whole lot better in pleasing you ... just mention your vibrators, other boys, other girls ... they’re all out there, and they’re all available to you.”
“I love it!”
“Give him some real-life perspective. Tell him you do appreciate how he tries his best. But you can easily cum, and cum harder just masturbating. And that pales compared with what your girlfriends can do for you. He’ll begin to understand what a privilege it is to be allowed to lick your pussy. And, you’ll want to reinforce the fact that his ongoing access to you depends on his becoming much, much better at pleasing you.”
Iris Moreau’s grin said it all.
“You want to get him to the point where he’s hungry to please you. Ravenous, starving to get you off. His cute little cock, his own orgasms should start to become almost meaningless to both of you. You want his undivided focus on pleasing you. You, your little pussy, your orgasms, should become his life focus.”
“Holy Hannah.”
“Obsession. I’m using that word in the most positive sense. We want to get Lucas to the point where, when you orgasm for him, he shoots off. Why? Because by that point, it will please him, thrill him, delight him. He’ll understand that he’s blessed, that he’s fortunate enough, talented enough, to make his mother happy. Now, it’ll take us some time, some effort, some discipline, but we’ll get Lucas to the point where his wet dreams are about your orgasms, not his.”
“Sweet Jesus.”
“Now, it can’t be all rules and conditions, and demands. He’s not stupid. As you train him, you’ll want to fan his flames. feed his ultimate fantasy.”
“To fuck me.” Spoken calmly, without any tangible concern showing.
“Of course. You’ll want to let him know that he has a lot of work before that becomes even a remote possibility. He has weeks, maybe months, of learning how to get you off.”
“Months?”
“That’s up to you of course. How ready are you?” To fuck him.
“Well, until we had this talk, I guess it was gonna be maybe sooner than it is now.”
“No need to rush. Think of Lucas as your little love-slave. Of course, if he really makes some outstanding progress, you’ll want more of him than just a couple of hours in the morning.”
Iris was stroking herself, obviously lost in her imagination, “You’re right, I would be wanting more of him. Well, I kin figure that out.”
“This next phase probably seems like an improbable fantasy at this stage. But remember the word ‘obsession’. Wewillget Lucas to the point that when he’s looking at you, dressed, shopping, sipping coffee, whatever — he will be thinking, consciously or unconsciously, of your orgasm. Giving you pleasure, getting you off spectacularly ... that will become his life-focus. Mommy-orgasms will be in his thoughts, his dreams, his wildest fantasies. When he is allowed to actually kiss and lick you, he will be ecstatic.”
Iris hugged herself and laughed out loud.
“Now, I’m not promising to do this — it may not even be needed — but hypnosis is one option. Post-trance suggestions from me would cause him to think — intensely and frequently about his mouth and tongue, and your orgasms. Like Pavlov’s dogs, he’d be salivating to get at your pussy.”
“God! Anytime, anytime!”
“So, dear, what’s your takeaway from this session?”
“I need to train, no, Iwantto train Lucas to worship my pussy a whole lot more than he already does. Wait! That’s not right. To worship my orgasms, that there is the whole key.”
“You are exactly right. Getting you off will become his obsession. And make sure to keep it that way, even after you start fucking him.”
On the drive home, Iris was aware of how moist she was. But mainly she was already planning a long conversation with her son. And, was mentally going over her lesson plans for a class that would commence early Monday morning.
Dr. Mary dictated her summary notes, “Lucas Moreau will become an interesting case study for me. I’m confident he will turn out to be even easier to steer than his mother. After Iris and I get him to where I want him to be, he’ll become my next patient. I’ll refine and expand his obsession to see how far adolescent mind-manipulation can control his physical responses. I can foresee some fascinating possibilities. For example, I may be able to have him ejaculate spontaneously simply from glancing at a photo of his mother’s face.”
Iris Moreau was a shallow, self-centered girl in many ways. She was focused on her own pleasures, and quickly began to see her husband and son as accessories to her own enjoyment. Actually, Lucas was looming larger in her mind than her husband.
But Iris was sharp at the same time. She was able to absorb Dr. Mary’s lessons, and was confident she could apply most of them to Lucas.
She sat him down in her kitchen Monday morning, and described exactly what the doctor had prescribed for the two of them. Iris was able to communicate in clear, mostly accurate details, the essence of Dr. Mary’s plan.
Iris could do this with confidence because the images were seared so deeply into her memory bank. The most intense orgasms of her life ... that was Topic A.
Lucas, with so much new information to learn, came away with two basic tenets. He would no longer be receiving motherly blowjobs. His erection faded as this new directive set in.
Contrasting that, he would be spending even more time with his head buried between her thighs. As he listened, spellbound, he began to understand the conception of gratitude. Lucas was, indeed, very fortunate that a girl in such high demand would allow him to not only enjoy the privilege, but he was now expected to please her even more than he was currently able to do.
“Now, honey, I am not saying that I’ll never blow you again. She winked, “In fact, the first time you cum while I’m cuming, it’s BJ City.”
Iris took her time explaining their new reality. “The only thing I want you to focus on is getting me off. My orgasm, my orgasms, plural, that there is all you care about.”
Lucas nodded — good news and not. But he could clearly see how determined his mother was.
Iris instinctively knew enough to wave a carrot.
“I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I have been thinking about the next step.Ournext step.”
Lucas caught his breath, his erection throbbing. Was she talking about fucking?
“Weeks from now, maybe months, okay, maybe never, but let’s think positive.”
“Okay.”
“See, with the right girl, I kin get what they call multi-orgasmic. Know what that means?”
“You kin cum more than once.”
“Righto. Now, it’s not enough for you to get me off. It’s not enough that you make me cum even harder. You will be doing that.”
Lucas could only nod.
“You got to rock my world. When you get me where I wanna go, allyour dreams are gonna come true.”
She took both his hands in hers and looked him in the eye, “Honey, you work on me, an’ work on me. An’ when you learn how to get me where I wanna go, there isn’t anything in the world that I won’t let you do to me.”
He shot off in his underpants.
Dr. Mary thought, “That Missy Champlain is turning out to be pretty shrewd. A better judge of character than I thought a 14-year-old girl could ever be.”
And that proved out with the fourth Sunnyside patient Missy had chosen for therapy.
Missy smiled, “I think you’ll find this one interesting. Kay Dubois isn’t like those other silly little girls. And, neither are her two children — Milo and Satin. He’s 14, she’s 15, almost 16.”
Dr. Mary and Missy watched the Sunnyside compilation clips. Kay Dubois hadn’t been shy, but she never got carried away with passion, never got frantic about having sex.
The first time she decided that, yes, she would suck Milo off, it seemed like a take-it-or-leave it, coin-toss, decision. In other words, she didn’t agonize over it as the other mothers did.
At Sunnyside, she was active with the other four moms, giving as well as receiving. She didn’t seem to care whether Milo was watching — she simply enjoyed her week.
As Dr. Mary watched her, she could tell that even though Kay’s reactions when climaxing were rather restrained, she clearly enjoyed fucking the other little boys more than anything else. Here, the young mother was purposely staring at her son every time she climaxed. She obviously wanted him there, wanted him to see her orgasming.
Dr. Mary thought, “This girl has something — breeding, education, composure — something.”
During their first session, Dr. Mary sensed an almost blissful serenity as Kay undressed and carefully folded her clothes. Physically, she was a cute little girl, barely 5-feet tall. Slender, except for her large breasts — firm and ripe — which she seemed indifferent to.
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