Chapter 7

"And you say that Walter is still trying to initiate an incestuous, sexual relationship with you?" Margaret asked. She sat with her notebook and pencil again, pretending to take notes. A day had passed.

"That's right," Patty sighed. She squirmed nervously on the couch, uncomfortable to be discussing her private life with a therapist. She'd expected Margaret Kelly to be old and dowdy. It was discomfiting to see that the counselor was her age, and was endowed with a petite body every bit as curvaceous as her own.

"Did Walter try to have sex with you last night?" Margaret raised her eyebrows.

"He certainly did. He was very aggressive."

Patty trembled in spite of herself, remembering the furious pussy-pounding Walter had delivered the night before. Again, she had failed to suppress her need to fuck her own son.

"Was his cock stiff?"

"Extremely."

"I have to ask a delicate question now." Margaret folded her notebook and dropped it on the floor. "You've told me so far that Walter has made sexual advances on you. I haven't asked yet, point blank, if any of these advances have been successful. Have they?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Have you fucked your own son?"

"Of... of course not!" Patty spluttered, instantly reddening with shame and fear. "What kind of question is that? I would never allow my own son to help himself to my own body."

"That's not what Walter says."

The ensuing silence was long and tense. Patty's blush deepened, and she shamefully averted her eyes, avoiding the counselor's calm stare. Already she knew that she'd been caught. Horrible fantasies flashed through her mind's eye: of newspaper headlines, of a judge denying her custody of her son. Patty wondered if there was any point in trying to lie further.

"I'm not going to tell anyone about this, Patty," Margaret said soothingly, as if reading her mind. "Anything you admit to me will be kept in strictest confidence. But I do think it would be best if we started being honest with one another. Walter admitted, with some persuasion on my part, that he has already fucked you many times. He says that you enjoying sex with him a great deal, but that you feel ashamed of yourself for letting your own son fuck you. Is that true?"

Patty took a deep breath and, finally, met the counselor's eyes.

"That's about right," she said.

"You know, maybe it's not really so awful to let Walter keep fucking you," Margaret suggested. "After all, you're both horny, and he's old enough to --"

"No!" Patty stopped her with a brisk wave of her hand. "Please, don't even suggest that. It's disgusting. It has to end right now. I simply can't allow Walter access to my body any longer."

"Then why do you let him fuck you at all, Patty?" Margaret paused, letting the question sink in. "Is it because you're so horny?"

"I... I guess."

"Have you always been so horny, or has it only been since your divorce?"

"Always, I guess."

"I see." Margaret hesitated again. "Patty I'm going to ask you some very personal questions now. How often do you think about fucking and sucking in the course of a given day?"

"A great deal."

"Does your cunt usually respond to these thoughts by becoming moist and swollen?"

"Yes."

"Was you cunt moist and swollen when you first allowed your son to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"The questions I'm asking now, are they making your pussy feel wet and hot?"

Patty flushed with embarrassment.

"I guess."

"I think it would be good if I took a close look at your cunt, Patty." Margaret held up her hand, as if to stem off a possible objection. "Don't worry. I have a degree in physical therapy," she lied. "I'm just going to inspect it, Patty. All you have to do is pull down your pants and let me have a look."

Patty thought about this for a moment, but by then Margaret's stream of sex-oriented questions had made her pussy so itchy and horny that she was too distracted to object. She rose to her feet, kicking off her shoes and pulling her jeans off. Now all she had on were her panties. Patty sat back down on the couch, pulling the cotton bikini panties off of her rounded little ass, exposing her hairy pussy mound to the therapist.

"You have a great deal of pussy hair," Margaret observed.

Margaret knelt on the floor in front of her. Patty blushed as she let the counselor spread her long legs wide apart, completely opening her wet, curly-haired pussy. Margaret leaned close, pushing her face between Patty's legs. Then she ran her fingers up Patty's inner thigh, wiggling one between the pouting lips of Patty's extremely horny cunt.

"Does that feel good?" Margaret asked.

She began moving the finger briskly in and out.

"Ungggh!"

"Your cunt lubricates very easily, Patty. I've only just begun to touch it, and it's already dripping. It's very warm and swollen as well." Margaret pushed in a second finger, jacking her off harder. "Does this feel better?"

"Ungggh!"

Patty blushed with shame, splaying her legs wider. The whole scene was absurd; she already knew that Margaret was a horny dyke who wanted to seduce her. But, since she had begun fucking her son, Patty's sex needs were so uncontrollably strong that she reacted helplessly to any stimulus. Now she started humping and wiggling her ass eagerly on the couch, fucking her wet pussy onto Margaret's hand.

"Now your cunt's getting even wetter. The inner lips seem to be spasming as well. You have an extremely tight pussy for a woman your age. I can see why Walter has such a strong desire to fuck you, even if your are his mother."

"Ungggh! Oh, Margaret! Unngggh!"

"Was your pussy this hot and juicy when your son fucked you for the first time, Patty? I notice that your cunt seems to spasm harder when I ask you about it. Does it arouse you to think about your own son fucking your pussy, the way it feels to have a young boy's stiff, throbbing fuck organ pounding into your cunt?"

"Ungggh! Oh, stop! Stop talking dirty! Ungggh!"

"Your clit is swollen, Patty."

Still pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of Patty's gooey fuck hole, Margaret brought her left hand to the fat, dark pink bud protruding at the top of her cunt. She put her left forefinger on it, rubbing in a circular motion. Patty gasped, fucking her hips rapidly off the couch.

"Does this feel good?"

"Ungggh! Oh! Unggggh!"

"I think it would be good now to see how your pussy responds to oral stimulation, Patty."

Margaret lowered her head, burying her face between Patty's thighs. She pressed her mouth to the blonde's wet, tasty fuck hole. The next thing Patty knew, the counselor had begun to lick and suck.

Hungrily Margaret sluiced her tongue up and down Patty's throbbing fuck hole, eagerly lapping the cunt cream from the folds of Patty's pussy. Patty instantly felt her pussy growing even hornier, oozing a heavy flow of fuck oils onto the counselor's tongue. Margaret slid her hands up higher, peeling open the pussy petals. She thrust her tongue deep inside Patty's pussy, licking deep inside Patty's cunt.

"Oh, suck me," Patty gasped.

By now the extreme pleasure of having her pussy licked had made her lose all control of herself. She clutched Margaret's head with both hands, frantically fucking her ass off the couch.

"Lick it good, Margaret! Ungggh! Oh, shit, you're making my pussy so juicy! Suck it, Margaret, suck my my cunt!"

Margaret pushed her tongue in and out of Patty's pussy, making the blonde hump her ass faster on the couch. The clit was very hard now, twitching obscenely with its need to be licked and sucked. Margaret wriggled her tongue on it, sending spasming waves of intense pleasure coursing through Patty's body. Then she took the swollen clit directly between her lips, sucking hard, puckering her cheeks on it, as if it were a tiny cock.