Chapter 2

Katie Hill pulled into the parking lot of Dr Emma’s practice like she had the 18 times before except this time, her son Timmy, was at school. Katie was a stay at home mom. She was active in her son’s scout troop, being an assistant scout mother. She also taught Sunday school at the Word of Life Christian church. They were active members of the church, well Katie and Timmy were, not so much her husband, Justin, who traveled extensively for work.

They had married right out of college at 22. She earned her degree in accounting and he had a degree in business. They got pregnant with Timmy shortly after the marriage. Over the years Justin worked his way up the corporate ladder. He was a VP for sales for Rocky Mountain Fish. The company shipped fish all over the country and parts of the world. His job kept him on the road three weeks out of the month, which made it lonely for her, not to mention her son basically growing up without a dad.

Katie never got a chance to work in her field of accounting as she was raising Timmy on her own. This past summer they moved out to the suburbs to a big house with a 3 car garage, 4 bedrooms and 3 baths. Suburbia, with its cookie cutter houses. At five feet nine inches, she kept herself in shape going to the gym twice a week and kept up with the latest diet fads. She got horny looking at some of the young men at the gym but could never workup the nerve to talk to them or flirt with them, something felt off about doing that plus she would’ve been cheating on Justin. It never occurred to her that maybe he was cheating on her

With the new school year, Timmy had a hard time making friends, new kid and all. He was already will into puberty and had all the awkwardness of a teen. Katie noticed he had wet dreams with the died cum stains on the bed sheet and his underwear. Shortly after the school year started she was getting dressed and she noticed a pair of her panties had dried cum stains on it. She was disappointed and was going to confront Timmy about it, but thought better of it, at least he like girls, she thought.

She enrolled him in the scouting program hoping that he would make friends, Alice Johnson, who lived the next block over, was the scout mother and her son, Mannie, was also a scout. She liked Alice and volunteered to be the assistant scout mother. She and Alice got along great. Katie liked being around her.

When they moved, they stayed at the same church, driving the twenty minutes to the Word of Life mega church. She was a Sunday school teacher. She started teaching Sunday school when Timmy was in the fourth grade and at first it was awkward having him sit in class as she taught the word of God but now, it was nothing. He was attentive and even asked questions about the scriptures.

Katie considered herself a godly woman but she did have needs, sexual needs, and she was a little ashamed of herself when she started surfing porn sites for videos to masturbate too. It was during one of these times that she came across the advertisement for Dr Emma Lee. Justin had no problem with the cost of the therapy or even that Timmy would be going to therapy, as long as it helped him over come whatever problems his son might be having. Then he left for his next trip.

When she met with Dr Emma, she didn’t know that Timmy was probably suffering from premature ejaculations along with his wet dreams. But after 18 weeks of sessions, Timmy was a confident, self-assured young man, his acne cleared up, he was getting top marks for his school work. It was a real turn around for him, and her, but Justin didn’t even notice the change in his son, as long as Timmy was passing in school, he didn’t care. Mother and son were disappointed.

As a godly woman, the therapy sessions bothered her because it broke all kinds of taboo, she couldn’t bring herself to say the ‘I’ word. The one major benefit though of having sexual relations with her son was it satisfied her need for a man around the house. Timmy was the one she could share things with, cook for, do things for, dote over.

She hated to admit it, but, she was doing things with Timmy that she would never do with her husband, or ever did with her husband. When Justin was home and they did have that fuck in the master bedroom, it still wasn’t that great. He was happy to have a wham, bam, thank you ma’am and roll over to go to sleep. As much as she fought it, she compared her husband to Timmy. Timmy was so much more enthusiastic, wanting to learn new things, try out new positions, chase her around the house. He appreciated what she did for him and that made her feel wanted again.

She pulled into the clinic front parking lot and got out the car and walked in the front door. She was here to see a Dr Sharon Nelson, a pediatric doctor. She was being referred by Dr Emma. Apparently, she was the contact point for a mother son group called ‘The Community’. Dr Emma said the group met every Saturday and Sunday year around at the clinic, meeting in the conference room downstairs. Katie wasn’t sure about the group but Timmy was very excited about joining it and Dr Emma said at least check it out, might have some fun, and its a safe place for you and your son.

Katie smiled putting her purse on the counter: “Hi, Mrs Scott, I have an appointment with Dr Nelson.”

She knew Mrs Scott from the last 18 weeks. Dr Emma had mentioned that the all female support staff that worked at the clinic were mothers who had their sons go through the same therapy sessions.

Mrs Scott smiling: “Ah, yes, Mrs Hill, how are things on the home front?”

Katie smiled: “Things are good, very good.”

Mrs Scott typed on the keyboard: “Great to hear. Dr Nelson, is through that door down the hallway and last door on the right.”

Katie turned and went through the door and down the long hallway, her heels clicking on the tile as she walked. She knew the complex was big from the outside, but seemed bigger from the inside. She knocked on the door.

Dr Nelson: “Come in!”

Katie: “Hi, Dr Nelson...”

Dr Nelson: “Hi, I know who you are Katie. Please call me Sharon. Have a seat.”

Katie sat down and put her purse next to the chair.

Dr Nelson: “How were the therapy sessions?”

Katie looked around the office. It was spartan, no pictures or diplomas or awards, just a desk and a chair. It was almost like Dr Nelson was temporarily using this office, just to meet people.

Katie: “The therapy sessions were very good. I can see a big difference in my son, his school work and making friends.”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Tim, yes?”

Katie: “Timmy, yes, he has really grown and shown maturity during the therapy sessions.”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Well that’s wonderful to hear. So, I am the new couples coordinator for the community and it is strictly for mothers and their sons who have completed the therapy sessions.”

Katie was now nervous: “A safe place, Dr Emma called it.”

Dr Nelson: “Yes, it most certainly is. It is also a group where we meet other mothers and their sons, share our experiences, and generally relax without the fear of being caught.”

Katie nodded. “You mentioned, new couples?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Yes, we call all members, couples, mother and son couples, like you and your husband would be a couple, or a boyfriend and girlfriend would be a couple. We find it easier to refer to our members as couples.”

Katie squirmed a little: “I find the word a little strange, I mean, a mother and son being a couple and all.”

Dr Nelson: “Yes, it is for all newbies, that’s what we call new couples. It was for me and my son when we finished our therapy sessions.”

Katie sat up: “You too? But you’re a doctor, a medical doctor.”

Dr Nelson: “Yes, but I am not a psychiatrist nor do I know much about mental health issues as it relates to male puberty. In that respect, I am just like you, learning my way around this also.”

Katie: “How old is your son?”

Dr Nelson: “Kyle, he is fifteen. We finished our therapy sessions last year.”

Katie nodded.

Dr Nelson: “So I coordinate your introduction to the community. I present our findings to the board of directors...”

Katie with a concerned look: “Findings? Board?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Of course, admission to our community is pretty much automatic but we still like to be sure of who we let into our special group. As for the board, there are three mothers who make up the board, they make the decisions about functions, and get-together’s, parties and generally set the rules.”

Katie: “Are these board members also members of the community?”

Dr Nelson: “Oh yes, they and their sons also participate in the community.”

Katie: “Is Dr Emma on this board of directors?”

Dr Nelson: “Oh no, she and the clinic keep a hands off approach to the community. They let us run the community and they refer new couples to us.”

Katie nodded her understanding: “So what does this ‘findings’ mean?”

Dr Nelson picked up her smart phone and ran her fingers over it: “We have five mothers who, believe it or not, are private investigators. They are also members of our community with their sons. They report directly to the board.”

Katie sitting forward in her chair: “Okay.”

Dr Nelson: “While you and Timmy were in the therapy session the past 18 weeks, we had one of our private investigators follow you around.”

Katie: “What?”

Dr Nelson: “We have to be sure that you aren’t law enforcement, report to law enforcement or are any way involved with law enforcement, and you’re not.”

Katie with a look indignity: “Of course not, I would never do such a thing. I am a woman of faith and would never do anything to harm other people.”

Dr Nelson looking at her smart phone: “And we believe you. You are just trying to help Timmy, but we had to be sure. Also, we did a background check, no bad credit, actually you have a really excellent credit rating, you not in debt over your head, you car is paid off and you home will be paid off in ten years at the rate you’re paying.”

Katie sat back: “What did they find out about me?”

Dr Nelson running her fingers over her phone: “No social media accounts, no file sharing or video sharing apps or accounts. You do have an account with BF though. We caution new couples about posting anything about the community on it, keep that account clean and separate, as we say. We have other ways that we share information with the community. Let’s see, your a scout mother for the local troop...”

Katie: “Assistant scout mother.”

Dr Nelson: “Sorry, assistant scout mother, a Sunday school teacher at the Word of Life and a stay at home mom.”

Katie: “So I’m good then?”

Dr Nelson: “Oh, yes, no problems came up during our search, which is usually the case.”

Katie smiled: “Good. So what’s next then?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Can I see your smart phone?”

Katie handed over her phone.

Dr Nelson laid Katie’s phone on top of her smart phone: “So I am going to transfer an app called, oddly enough, The Community, to your phone. The app was developed by a young man, who is now a junior in college, but was developed by him when he was senior in high school. He is now attending a major engineering school on the east coast. He and his mother are part of the community and when he is home on winter break or the summer break, they come to our community events. In fact, all of our college students still attend community events here with their mothers when they are home. We also have a dozen or so men who are married now, some with families, that when they visit home, he and his mom find the time to come to the community and reconnect with everybody.”

Katie: “Can’t the mother come to the community without her son?”

Dr Nelson: “No, afraid not. It makes it awkward for a lot of the couples to have a mother attend without her son.”

Dr Nelson handed Katie her smart phone: “So tonight, in the comfort of your home, tap on the app, create a login and password and you will have access to the messaging feature. You won’t see any names of members, just the messaging, which comes from either me or the events and game coordinator.”

Katie put her smart phone in her purse. “Events and games coordinator?”

Dr Nelson: “Yes, but more on that later. So this Saturday, I have set up for you and Timmy to be introduced to the community...”

Katie squirmed in her chair: “Um, I’m not so sure about this...”

Dr Nelson looked up from her phone: “No problem. Take your time in deciding but you know Timmy has come so far during his therapy and you were a big part of that, that with our community, your relationship with Timmy could be so much stronger by taking it to the next level.”

Katie: “Relationship?”

Dr Nelson: “Sure, whether you accept it or not, you and Timmy are in a relationship, like boyfriend and girlfriend. By joining our community, you can strengthen that relationship, help Timmy achieve better results in school and life situations.”

Katie fidgeted with her fingers: “I’m not comfortable with the term relationship, I mean, I’m his mother and he is my son.”

Dr Nelson: “Sure all couples in he community are mother and son, but a lot of the couples in the community are in committed and loving relationships. Kyle and I are in a committed relationship, even though, I am married to my husband, Kyle’s father.”

Katie: “Yes, but...”

Dr Nelson: “As Dr Emma said, it is a safe place for you and Timmy if you would like to continue his therapy by joining the community, we’re there to help you.”

Katie blushed: “Well, I do like it but...”

Dr Nelson: “But what?”

Katie blushed again: “I just wish I could get something out of it. I Mean, hand jobs and blow jobs and tit fucking, but nothing for me.”

Dr Nelson sat back in the chair: “So what was the hardest thing for you to do in therapy?”

Katie squirmed and blushed: “Blow jobs, but Timmy calls them ‘skull fucking’ as, in hey mom, how about a skull fuck?”

Dr Nelson chuckled: “For me, it was tit fucking. That evening after Dr Emma showed us tit fucking, Kyle went on the internet and wanted to try a different position. He showed me a video of where the man was sitting on the woman’s face, his ass on her face as he pushed his cock between her tits. Every time he went forward and backward rubbing his cock between her tits, his ass would rub over face. Kyle had a big smile on his face as he looked at me. Fuck, I just nodded my head and the next thing I know, I’m licking and kissing his ass as he fucks my tits.”

Katie: “I’m glad Timmy didn’t see that video. But still...”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Well, let me show you the conference room then, describe some of the activities that go on there and then you can decide.”

Katie nodded: “Okay.”

Dr Nelson and Katie walked out the front of the clinic and around the side. Dr Nelson was explaining that when she and Timmy come here on the weekends they were to use the underground garage. Even though there were fifty parking spaces, Dr Nelson mentioned that it in time and as they got to know other couples, it would help if they did ride sharing.

Standing at the entry door in the garage, Dr Nelson explained to Katie that only she and the three board members had special access to the conference room, not even Dr Emma had the special code to enter.

Inside the door was a short hallway with cubbie holes. In these holes couples were to put their electronics, smart phones, tablets and such. There was to be no recording devices within the conference room with the exception of the smart phone that Dr Nelson was holding and the special smart phones the board used. Katie put her smart phone in a cube.

Dr Nelson: “We have no internet access in the room, we have WiFi, blue tooth, and cell phone signal suppression technology in the room. Several of our boys are really good at tech stuff. Okay, I am going to set your access to the door and when you bring Timmy, I will set his access. We use a thumb print for this. Here, put your thumb on my smart phone.”

Katie placed her thumb on the screen and a green light scanned her thumb.

Dr Nelson smiled as she placed her cell phone on the reader next to the door: “Perfect. All couples have to use their thumb print to access the door so when you bring Timmy for the first time, I will set him up. But in the meantime, you’re entering as my guest.”

The door slightly popped open when she put the smart phone next to it, then she pulled it open.

Dr Nelson: “Careful, the door is heavy.”

They entered another room, a locker room, that had full size wooden lockers and other half size lockers stacked on top of each other all around the room. It was a beautiful room, like a high end locker room at a gym.

Dr Nelson: “This is where couples undress and dress.”

Katie: “Undress? So we are expected to be naked?”

Dr Nelson chuckled: “Of course, what fun would it be if we were dressed? The rules state that mothers are to be naked, but her son can either be dressed or partially dressed or naked.”

Katie with a concerned look: “Why are we naked and they are not?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Oh, our boys get naked alright, inside, but to enter the conference room, we must be naked. It heightens the anticipation or horniness of our boys.”

Dr Nelson paused to let that sink in, then continued: “The rules also state that we must wear stiletto’s, six inch stiletto’s or six inch pumps, our choice”

Katie: “Stiletto’s, pumps? Six inch? Jesus, I the most I’ve worn is three maybe, three and half inch heels.”

Dr Nelson: “I would go buy several pairs today, different types and colors, and wear them at home, break them in.”

Katie: “But why stiletto’s or pumps and six inches?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “A study, published in the academic journal ‘Women and Behavior’, found that for all females, attractiveness was rated much higher in stiletto’s and pumps than compared with other types of shoes. The results indicated that the female walk is perceived as much more attractive when wearing six inch heels than not. Plus, it gives us that sexy look.”

Katie smiled weakly and fidgeted with her fingers.

Dr Nelson continued: “Over here is a community shower, with clean towels, a sauna and a whirlpool. There are extra hangers over there, put your used towels in the basket there. The room is cleaned once a week by teams of mothers. Once you join, you’ll be assigned to a team...”

Katie: “Very nice! But our sons don’t help out in the cleaning?”

Dr Nelson shook her head: “No, they have other more important things to do, like their homework. We don’t want them to be distracted by cleaning the conference room as that is women’s work.”

Katie couldn’t disagree with that.

Dr Nelson looked around: “There are no assigned lockers, it’s first come, first serve.”

Katie looked around the room and nodded her head. There were padded benches in front of the lockers, there were hooks inside the lockers. She peeked in at the showers.

Katie: “Um, I see the toilets and urinals there, is there like, um, no privacy for going to the bathroom?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “No, it saved on costs when we remodeled the room a couple of years ago.”

Katie didn’t look convinced.

Dr Nelson: “Look, when you and Timmy were doing the in-home therapy sessions, did you use the bathroom?”

Katie: “Yes.”

Dr Nelson: “Then what’s the difference?”

Katie shrugged and looked around the bathroom. It had high end mirrors, sinks and faucets: “I guess so, just never thought of it like that before.”

Dr Nelson: “In fact, we dont have stalls in our bathrooms here, everything is in the open, it creates a sense of community. So, lets go see some more.”

Dr Nelson opened the door at the end of the locker room and Katie followed her into the what was known as the conference room.

Katie was shocked by what she saw. The room was massive, it was probably the same square feet as the clinic upstairs.

Dr Nelson: “Over here to our left is a full size kitchen with an island. The kitchen is fully stocked. Some of our mothers are really good cooks. We can make and bake pretty much anything here.”

Katie took in the kitchen. Two full size stainless steel refrigerators, two double ovens, two massive sinks, there were bar stools around the island, lots of cabinets.

Dr Nelson: “Over here is our lounge area with sofas and recliners. We like to keep towels on the furniture, because, well you know, leakage?”

Katie smiled and nodded.

Dr Nelson: “Our community rules state that we are not to sit on any furniture here, not the bar stools or on the furniture in this area. Only our boys can sit on the furniture. We are expected to sit on the floor or stand.”

Katie joked: “Sounds like, ‘no pets on the furniture’, policy or something like that.”

Dr Nelson chuckled: “Yes, its exactly that, we should have a sign made up saying that. But, the community would have it no other way.”

Katie followed Dr Nelson down a short hallway: “Down this hallway are the beds...”

Dr Nelson opened the door and stepped inside.

Katie gasped. There were six king size beds along the wall with night stands between them for spacing. For a moment she was confused: “Does this mean?”

Dr Nelson smiled: “Yes, couples have penetrative sex.”

Katie put her hand to her mouth and blushed: “But, but, that’s...”