Chapter 9

“I am certainly glad that Judy’s wall is starting to crumble,” Kennedy says, crossing her legs in the chair. “Let’s not forget that that wall can come down hard if you’re not careful. She does love her girlfriend, and you do not want to be the one that forces that relationship to break.”

Alan throws his hands up, waving them. “Don’t I know it,” he says. “I can say that I expected and didn’t expect it.”

“No, you expected her to come into your office and get naked and ask you to fuck her,” the therapist corrects.

Alan turns slightly red at her words, something not very characteristic of him. “Yeah ... maybe...”

“Not maybe,” the woman says sternly. “That was your intention.”” She pauses briefly to look him over. “You normally hide your emotions well. Why are you blushing like you’ve been caught doing something naughty?”

“I’ve told you before,” he says with a grin. He knows where this is headed.

“That I remind you of your mother,” she states. Alan nods. “Is that why you enjoy fucking me?”

“Yeah,” he blurts out before he thinks. “I mean, it is one reason. You are quite attractive...”

“But... ?”

“But, you’re not what I’m looking for to marry,” he answers honestly.

“I know,” Kennedy says. “I have found that it seem your mother had two sides to her. I am more that disciplinarian part and Judy is the loving mother part.”

“So...”

“Do I care about what you just said?” she asks, supplying the question on his mind. “I would be lying if I said no. I am human after all. But I am also your doctor and I shouldn’t even be fucking you while helping you. But I also know what great sex is and how to enjoy a dick like yours. Besides, I’m not looking for marriage right now.”

“I guess that’s what makes this a good thing,” he says, hinting at a smile.

“I guess so,” Kennedy agrees. “Now that that is out of the way, I would like to get back to basics.”

“We’ve discussed everything that happened this past week,” he says, eager to get onto the best part of their sessions. The blowjob he got from Judy just before he came is more like an appetizer than anything. He is more aroused than he was already this morning.

“We have, and while I’m pretty aroused, I am not there yet,” the doctor says flatly. “I want to go where we haven’t gone yet. You never told me how it all began with your mother. I would like to visit that part of your past.”

Alan sighs. He hasn’t thought about how it started. While he does like to talk about some of the time with his mother, there are certain parts that aren’t so easy, and he expresses this. “It hurts more to go that far back, to the beginning.”

“It can be, and I understand,” Kennedy says, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward to take his hand into hers. “But you are going to need to talk about it. It will help you to cope and me to understand. Do you understand?”

Alan nods. “I’d like to get the image forgotten,” he says.

“The image of your mother’s death will always be there,” she says soothingly. “You’ve already taken the first step by adopting Sandy.”

He looks up into her eyes. “The dog may have been the reason for the car to swerve, but...”

“The dog is the reason it happened in the first place,” the therapist corrects. “If that driver hit it, he would never have served and hit your mother. Do you hate Sandy?”

“No,” he says.

“No, you don’t,” she says.

He opens his mouth, ready to divulge what happened with the dog before he fucked Marian and his thoughts that followed after that. Instead, he says, “So you want to go back to the beginning?”

Kennedy smiles and releases his hand to sit back in the chair. She crosses her legs and nods, “All the way to the beginnings.”

Alan smiles as he begins. “I had scrambled out of my bed and ran to the bathroom. We only had one bathroom and my mom and I usually got up at the same time. It was always a race to get in the shower first, you know, to get the most hot water. That day, just as I reached the bathroom, I saw my mother coming down the hallway...”

“You better not be going in there, Alan,” Faye says threateningly. Alan laughs and runs into the bathroom and shuts the door. “Come on, don’t be an ass. I have to be at work early this morning.”

From the other side of the door, Alan stands with his back to it. He didn’t want his mother bursting in as he is pulling his boxers off. “I can’t help you,” he says. “I’m in the same boat. I can’t be late today.”

“You can’t be late?” she asks, getting a little frustrated. “I’m the one paying the bills here, young man.”

“I help,” he counters.

“You do, but I pay the majority of them,” she says.

“No can do, I was in here first,” he says mockingly. “You’re just going to have to be quicker next time.”

His mother has fallen silent and he figures that she has given up until she says, “Here’s an idea. It’s going to sound crazy, but I think it will help the both of us.”

“Yeah?” he questions, his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

“The shower is pretty big and I’m sure we can both fit in it back to back,” she begins. “We can shower at the same time. It might be a little awkward, but it can work.” She waits a moment while he processes it. She can almost see what he is thinking, he is her son after all, and parents always know what their kids are thinking. Remember, every second you think about it is holding us up.”

Alan is actually thinking about the suggestion, but rather his mother’s body and what it would be like to shower with her. The idea doesn’t gross him out like many kids would say it does. His mother has a real good body for her age. She is slim and gorgeous, and she has an amazing ass. He has seen her in bras, noting her breasts are superb bundles of fleshy fun.

“What if we see each other?” he asks.

Faye sighs. “Alan ... I’ve seen you since you were born. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. And I doubt I’ve got anything you haven’t either.”

Alan shrugs. It’s a no brainer. “I can work with that,” he says as he steps away from the door. Behind him, Faye opens the door and steps in. He had only caught a glimpse of what she is wearing before he ducked inside the bathroom. She is wearing a small shirt and panties that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Basically, it is what she usually lounges around the house with when she is off work.