Incest/Taboo Consanguine Concupiscence Counseling

CONSANGUINE CONCUPISCENCE COUNSELING

NEW FANTASY: A mom and son in therapy, is incest insanity?

NOTE: Some things besides babies are still-born. Some compositions to be posted on Literotica are not published - because they violate the rules of Literotica, even if reality is not so restrictive. These narratives are still porn but stillporn, i.e. dead on arrival, and will never be read by those who seek stories of unlicensed lasciviousness. This tale used to be one of them.

The Psychiatrist from "The Mommy Dreams Case File" has two new patients.

The Dr. answered the door, to the couple that had answered his advertisement. There before him, stood a handsome pair. Both had thick dark hair and heavy eyebrows, offset by a pale skin and striking blue eyes made clear their genetic connection. Mother and son, they had come to seek his counseling, to explore in therapy the dynamics of their relationship. They were having troubles, issues, stresses; all stemming from incestuous tensions.

He had become something of an expert in the field of mother/son sex. This was due to his first client/patient, whom he had treated in this area. That person had provided both the monetary means, and the impetus of his interest in the subject. But while he did not need to be paid for his services, now being fabulously wealthy, he did want to have subjects to work with. Where do you find such?

He had hit upon the notion of making contact with potential prospects, through websites where there were people interested in sharing of their true incest experiences. The two who now entered, were brought to him that way. He had chosen them after much winnowing of chaff, as real and actual persons who were truly in need of his counseling. In fact, they did not claim to have engaged in incest, but rather, that the desire of the son for the mother was creating a serious disruption in their lives.

"Barbara, James, please come in and make yourselves comfortable." The two entered and significantly took the opposing ends of the couch that were opposite the psychiatrist easy chair in the wood paneled office. The other items were a broad couch, and a single leather desk chair. No desk, that was in another office. There was a large, flat screen TV and several tables for refreshments and tissue boxes were handy. Also, a refrigerator and several appliances in a nook for food preparations, if needed.

"Now, as I understand, from our initial correspondence by email, the two of you are having issues of sexual tensions, between you?"

"First," Barbara spoke, "I want to understand what this costs, up front."

"Right," the Dr. nodded. "Nothing. I am privately funded. All services, along with any other expenses, are entirely free."

"Everything is strictly confidential, nothing goes past these walls?" She was intensely looking at the psychiatrist.

"Completely confidential, between us three, but I do record for my notes and study purposes. But I am the only one who hears or sees anything of that nature."

"Okay, I read your proposal, but I wanted to double check. I had . . a bad incident with private things becoming public, once before."

"That won't happen here, I can assure you. Now tell me -- either James, or Barbara. Why are you here? I know what your wrote, but it is best that you state it out loud now. To begin our sessions."

"My son wants to have sex with me."

"Okay, that seemed to be part of what you indicated. But there is stress in the relationship, because of this. Right?"

"It's not proper, for him to have those feelings, and make me so uncomfortable."

"It might not be proper behavior, but it is not so uncommon a desire. All boys go through an oedipal stage in their development. A small percentage, do not have that stage maturely passed. Or some revert to it, for some reason, later in life; typically in their early twenties."

"He's had the hots for me since he was eighteen. That's going on for five years, now." Barbara was clearly frustrated, from the sound of her tones.


"Is that true, James?"

"Call me Jim. Yeah, I guess." Not very talkative yet.

"Has there been any counseling before you contacted me?"

"No, it's embarrassing, and there was no need to before. But lately he has . . been acting . . been actively pursuing his campaign to get me to allow him to -- do what he wants."

"Why is that, Jim?"

"Because she is sending signals that she wants it. She wants me to seduce her."

"I don't, that would be incest, sinful. A rotten thing for a mother to do to her son. I don't want to make love with you! You're my boy, how could I think such nasty thoughts? If I did, then I ought to go to Hell, and be tortured!"

The Dr. studied the woman for a long moment. It was a rather strong statement, and she was quite vehement, but her words indicated a reaction to more than Jim's words. What was behind her outburst? Jim calmly sat there, and had made a rather of fact statement, without much emotionality. "Jim what sorts of things does your mother do, which seem to be signals you are interpreting as desire on her part, to couple with you?"

"Well, she is always walking about the house in her underwear."

"I understand that might be provocative possibly, but many folks are casual in their own homes, about their state of undress. It doesn't necessarily have any sexual meaning, attached to their relaxed dress codes. Is this something that is new?"

"No, but there is something different, lately. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just know."

"You better not lay even a finger on me, young man! Or you will suffer the consequences!"

Again a strong over-reaction. But something seemed to strike a chord of memory. "Barbara, do I perhaps . ."

"Just Barb, will do."

"Okay, Barb, how do you seem in some way familiar to me? Have we met, perhaps sometime and somewhere else before?"

"Uh . . . I am an actress, maybe you saw the show I was in." She looked uncomfortable for some reason.

"Perhaps, what was it I might have seen?"

"Mom was in . ."

"James! Let me tell." Again, agitation, "I was in a soap-opera for a few years. 'Candlewood By Moonlight', it was a cable production."

"Oh, okay, that doesn't ring a bell, but perhaps I caught an episode or two somehow and just don't have a memory about it. Was there anything else I might have seen?"

"Unlikely, that was my biggest part up to now."

"Let's move on to Jim's behavior. What has he done, that makes you so uncomfortable. Jim, you'll get a turn to talk in a little while, but let your mother answer the questions for now. Barb, what does your son do, that upsets you?"

"Well, to begin with, he always has a hard-on around me. And he wears just his jockeys, you can clearly see the long hard muscle underneath, and that he has a big set of balls. His stomach is flat, and his buns are tight. And he's in great shape, handsome and sexy. He definitely is flaunting it in front of me, being tempting, and it's obvious that he wants to lay me on my bed, and ravage me until . . ." She broke off. "Uh . . I mean, he is rather bold in his appearance, whenever I am around."

She was providing too much information. Speaking more about her own feelings, and impressions, and desires, than just about what Jim was showing as beefcake. "What if you both agreed to dress more like you were in public, than private, would that begin to help?"

"No, I still would know he wanted to get into my pants."

"Jim?"

"No, because I still think she would like me to seduce her." Impasse.

"Is there anything that I should know about, that happened in the past that has a direct bearing on all this stress? Something that is making for your conflict?" They look at each other, bingo! An educated guess, but something was indicated in the emails about an earlier incident.

"Mom, I'll tell, okay?' Barbara looked doubtful, but nodded her acquiescence. "I tried to Ra*e my mother once."

"That's not quite right; it wasn't Ra*e, like he was forcing me against my will. Rather he tried to take advantage of me while I was asleep . ."

"You were drunk and mostly unconscious."

"Yes, but I knew enough of what you were doing, and I finally put an end to it."

"But, you let me get on to you, and start to put it in . ."

"Slow down you two, and one at a time. Barb, you agreed to let Jim share now, so let's let him talk. Jim?"

"Okay, one time, when I was eighteen, mom was drunk and she went to sleep on her bed, passed out really. But she was naked, like in . . . well she was nude, and I sort of thought that it was just like. . uh . . a . . fantasy of mine. So I got naked too, and went into to her bedroom. I got on the bed and climbed on top of her. I sucked her nipples and fingered her pussy to make sure she was wet. I asked if she wanted me to screw her and she said yes, so I started to put it in. But then she became fully awake and said 'NO! NO!, I mustn't let you. Don't!' And pushed me off. I ran out of there sure I was going to catch hell for trying to have sex with her."

"And did you?"

"No, she just said we couldn't do that, no matter what we wanted. Just to forget it ever happened, and not to try it again. Since that night she doesn't drink that much anymore. I haven't done anything like that again, but I still wish we had gone all the way, and I hope that she will change her mind eventually. I think she is having second thoughts, and I think she does want to have sex with me."

"Barb, is that what happened?"

"Yes, that's the full story." The Doctor wondered if it quite was, there was something going on under the surface with her. The son was bold enough to try that ploy for some reason. It wasn't just out of the blue. "Barb, is Jim reporting your words, accurately?

"Pretty much."

"And you have stopped drinking now?"

"That convinced me I had to get a handle on the problem. I drink very little now. And I lost weight since, so that's was a good thing. In fact, that got me the part on 'Candlewood'."

"What part did you play, if I rent the DVD?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that. It was a small role."

"No it wasn't mom, tell him the truth! She was on every day, Doc. People looked forward to her appearances."

"I guess I was popular, but I was only on for three years. I don't work there anymore."

"What happened? Did they kill your character off?"

Jim spoke, "The script writers sent her to jail for sex with a minor, ironic wouldn't you say?"

"Ironic, how Jim?'

"Uh . . never mind."

"Ironic that my son wants to have sex with me."

"But he is an adult."

"He wasn't when he began to have those feelings for me, he was eighteen."

"You mentioned that age before, how do you know, did Jim tell you?"

"No, I caught him masturbating."

"Just masturbating?"

"To . . a video of me."

"Video?"

"Of me, I was naked . . . and . . . doing things."

"Having sex . .?"

Jim jumped in, "Having sex with a younger man, that's part of the irony."

"Did this video, have anything to do with your being written off the show? You said (the shrink checked his notes) something that was private, was made public and embarrassed you."

"Yes, but the guy was just young looking, he was of legal age, over twenty-one."

"He looked like me!"

"Like you, Jim? Is that why you think your mother might be interested in sex with her son, because of this young-looking fellow, resembled you?"

"Not just that, but it was part of the reason I got on mom, that night in her bed, when she was drunk."

"Well, there is more I think, that you are not telling me yet. But that can wait for now, as our session is nearly up, and I want to have some time to instruct you on homework. For you both. But I have concluded, I will have you as patients, if you will have me as your therapist. Okay?" They both nodded solemnly, but then wry smiles broke on each face.

"I will give you each a video camera, they are on loan. I want you to film the other, when they are behaving in a way that you feel contributes to the issues, creates the tensions that are in play with your relationship. The rule is, you only can tape what you would see, in any case. No going into mom's room, while she is changing, to catch her in the altogether."

"Unless, I do that usually?"

"Yes, but you don't do you?"

"No. but she does run around in her scanties, so I will get some shots of that."

"What do we do with the tapes, Dr.?"

"Bring them back next week to our appointment, and we will review them. Plan to spend at least two hours next time. Then we shall see how best to proceed."

They left. The shrink had a lot of research to do in just seven days. He made some calls. By the time Barb and Jim returned, the Dr. knew a lot more, and had seen the highlights and low points of Barbara's career. He had also spent a great deal of money for recording operations in the counseling room. Not obvious ones, hidden cameras, and sound microphones place strategically throughout the whole area.

All feeding to sophisticated recording equipment, in another room. Continuous recording during a session captured everything that happened in digital format. It was clear to him this was going to be extremely useful, as well as quite interesting; indeed, it feed the prurient personal fascination he had developed in the subject matter. But the clients need not necessarily know any of that at this point, if ever, he thought.

When they were all seated again, as usual the clients had chosen the same places as they had been in before. The psychologist asked, "Whose video do we see first?"

"Mom's" Immediately replied Jim. Barbara shrugged and handed over her camera. The Dr. plugged the connections to it, and turned the big screen on, then the play button. Jim loomed and filled the screen. There were some shots of his traipsing around the home with just his skivvies on. There were a few candid shots, of his looking at the camera, in a way that would have best been called lustful.

But of course, it was his mother he was perusing. There was a startling shot of his bedroom door being open, and he masturbated, calling out his mother's name, as he climaxed. It was obviously taken with Barbara standing in the hall. Then, it switched to Jim being in Barb's bedroom, filming her. At this point, Doc put the video on pause.

"What is that last thing we were watching? You two were filming each other, filming?"

"Yes," said Barb, "I was doing that to show his, well to make it clear that he had invaded my space, and that I wasn't the only one who . . I don't know -- it seemed like the way to have my point of view represented, at that moment."

"Jim, why were you jerking off with your door open?"

"Passionate aggressive tactic?"

"If you mean 'passive aggressive', that wasn't it. That was aggressive alright, and yes, passionate; but not at all passive. More like showing off, and attempting to be tempting to your parent. Not a nice thing to do."

"Yeah, well she replayed that part three times, since she filmed it!"

"Damn it, James, don't I get any privacy?"

"Mom, that is the problem with you, you don't understand the difference between privacy and honesty! This is the time to be honest, with our therapist. There is a time to be honest with ourselves, and sometimes we need to be honest with each other, or else things get fucked up even worse. That's why we are here in the first place." He turned to the Dr. and addressed him. "Why don't we watch mine for a little while?" So the cameras were switched, and there was Barb.

She was in her underwear, around the house and her body language said she knew she was being filmed, and liked it. She played to the camera, without looking directly at it. She was an actress, so this was something she was practiced at, but evident when you knew what to look for. The Doctor had observed this manner of hers, in watching hours of the broadcasts of the soap-opera's DVDs he had gotten hold of, and other material too.

Soon, though, the scene in her bedroom started. The same one as had been on her tape, but beginning earlier, and from Jim's perspective. Barb was in her bra and panties, sitting on the bed. Jim walks in, the camera is already rolling. Jim's voice is heard.

"So when are you going to tell him?"

Barb looks innocent, and guilty, at the same time. "Tell who, what?"

"Tell the shrink about your previous career, and that's why you were written off the show. Why it was ironic what they did. How they made the plot twist 'fit the crime' so to speak, when you were canned. What that really had to do with what happened that night I got on your bed. All of it. It does no good to hold back that information. It only hampers him from helping us."

"Maybe we don't need to go to a therapist."

"Will you fuck me then?"

"NO!"

"Then we need to see our shrink."

"So you can get to fuck me?"

"No, so that either you or I, or better both of us, get over our incestuous desires. Or give into them. In which case, the answer to your questions is then, yes."

So James was the more forthright, and open of the pair, thought the Doctor, it made sense. He had not been initially provoked from her cable soap role. But he had been affected, by the previous role she had been in. The Doctor's private investigator had been thorough. The details, and the film and tapes, were now part of the Doc's private files, and an important segment of the materials he was gathering, about his clients / subjects.

James' video continued to play. "Come on mom, look right at the camera, and tell the good Dr. what it's all about. It's easier to talk to the camera, than him face to face, isn't it? So tell the truth, now." Barbara turned to the lens, and turned to telling the tale of her acting career. She let the truth out and the doctor into her secret life.

As she spoke, the psychiatrist remembered the tapes and films he had viewed the past week. One in particular stood out, as being relevant. But it wasn't from the television show.

PORNO MOVIE SCENE: The mother was drunk. She was a good looking woman with thick dark hair, and pale skin. Thick eyebrows, but the eyes were closed. The door to her bedroom was open. She was lying on her bed nude. A youth, resembling her, knocked on the open door. Called, 'Mom?' but got no reply from the unconscious woman. He walked in to the room.

There was an empty liquor bottle and a glass half full of an amber liquid on the table next to the bed. Clearly, she had been drinking, and passed out. The young man looked at her middle age body, still attractive, legs akimbo, breasts with small brown nipples. He called out softly, as if afraid to wake her, but to check to see if she was at all aware of anything. She stirred but did not awake. He rubbed his crotch.

The 'son', or rather the actor in that role, sat on the bed, next to actress in the 'mother' part. He hesitated, then reached out and gently touched the woman's small but pert tits. He grew bolder and began to grasp them and to pluck at the nipples, which grew erect. The youth undid his belt, button and zipper, so that he was able to fist his member, as he bent, and sucked on the exposed bosom. He placed a hand down on her pubic hair.

The lady did not react to any of this, she was still 'unconscious'. The 'son' discovered the slit of his 'mother', and began to rub his middle finger on that slot. With no waking, or resistance from the female, the youngster quickly divested his clothing, and lay next to her. Then played with himself, and he orally explored her body, from mammeries to bush. He spread her legs, and inserted the middle finger into the damp vagina. The digit went in and out, several times.

His mouth made a meaningful munching on her clitoris. She was spreading her legs even more now, her eyes continued to be shut, but her mouth parted, and she uttered a little moan. The son maneuvered himself, so that he could kiss her lips, and guide his cock to her pussy. He said, "I love you mommy" and pushed in, entering her with his hard-on. Her legs had gone wide, to accommodate his slender hips that moved, to send him into her repeatedly.

Suddenly, she did awake and tried to dislodge him, but it was too late. He was by that time in the midst of his climax, the rutting frenzy in full fury. As he began to cum, she too, was overwhelmed with passion, and came. As their peaks subsided, there was another close up of their genitals; the penis shrank, slipped out of her hole. The fluids of their sexual encounter dribbled out of her. There had been no 'money-shot'.

The 'son' slipped off, then out of the room. The 'mother' turned to the table, grabbed the half-full glass, and downed it in one gulp, then turned to bury her face in the pillow, and burst into tears. The crying seemed very real, or she was a damn fine actress. The scene dissolved.

The Doctor came back to the present.

Barbara was talking into the video, to the Doc, as her son was taping, "So, after I was left on my own, with a small boy to raise, I found odd jobs. Sometimes, I had to keep my job by letting the boss have 'little favors'. A blow job, a hand job, if he wasn't a pig -- I might even fuck him to get a raise. I did what I could. So with those sorts of activities to make a living, the work of doing soft porn wasn't too much different. In fact, it paid better, the hours were shorter, and I could be home with my Jimmy more."

She continued to speak on the tape. "I had always wanted to be an actress, since I was a young girl. So this was a little like my dream come true. Except of course, it was not exactly what I had envisioned. I did one hardcore film. It was called, 'Tabooze'. It was about a mother who gets drunk, and has sex with her son. I sort of looked like that more famous gal, and my film name was Katie Starkers, close enough to the other. Look how many variations of 'Ginger' there were after, she became famous - or rather infamous, I suppose might be a better term. And I don't mean the one on 'Gilligan's Island'.

"I didn't do any more of that, even though the money was tempting. I went back to waitressing, or temping secretarial work. But then . . . then the thing with Jimmy occurred."

The Barbara who was in the room, not on the video, was standing, looking at the therapist. "I'm sorry, could we break for a moment, I'd like to use the ladies room and get some water."

"Certainly," The Dr. turned off the tape, and the large as life image of Barb, in her underwear, exposing her dirty laundry, as it were, disappeared. She was back shortly, and there was a cool tumbler beside each of the chairs now, for all three. "Do you want me to turn the tape back on now?" He asked, after she had a long sip.

"Doc, how about I tell this part? Okay, mom? Since I'm the one who . . committed that . . transgression?"

"Sure, Honey that's okay just be sure to tell it all, and be accurate, please." The Dr. nodded to Jim, to continue the story in his own words.

"We told you that I tried to have sex with mom, when I was eighteen. There was a scene in the movie . . . but let me go back to something earlier. I discovered an old porno tape, at this place that rented them out. The woman on the box looked so much like my mother, and it was called 'Tabooze'. I couldn't resist renting it. In fact, I kept it, and paid the forfeit fee to have the copy. I had been interested in girls since I hit puberty, though I didn't know the details of exactly how the anatomy fit together, until a few years later."

"After I was 18 [see note] I had the hots for anything pretty in skirts, and that included mom. She was always, what nowadays we call a MILF. Anyway, at eighteen, I discovered this porn tape with a lady that looked like my mother, sort of. In it was a scene where the mother is dead drunk, the son comes into her bedroom, and sees she's totally out of it. So he gets naked, and gets her hot, then gets on top of her, and fucks her. I masturbated to that tape a whole month before I decided it really was my mother."

"I finally saw that the gal on the tape, when I freeze-framed one close-up shot, had the exact same freckles as mom. It had to be her. Mom had been depressed for several years. Now, I thought I knew why. She wasn't getting any sex. Like when she had made the movie. And she was drinking, like in the movie. And then one night, her door was open, and she was drunk, naked on the bed. Just like in the porno tape. So I thought, here is a chance to make us both happy."

"I thought, I can lose my virginity, give mom the sexual satisfaction she was missing, and solve both problems at the same time."

The Dr. asked, "Did you really reason all that out, before hand? Or was that a rationalization after the fact. You tried to take advantage of the situation, and your mother's vulnerability. If she was unconscious, then she would not have been a willing participant. If she did not wake, then she might not even discover that she had sex."

"You're right. I thought about what I did afterwards, and made up reasons that seemed not so naughty. During it, I was just wanting to fuck her. I got undressed in my room and came back. She was still asleep. I lay on top of her, and started rubbing my dick on her fur. I didn't kiss her; because I was afraid she would wake up too soon, and stop me.

Her breast felt wonderful on my chest as I pressed against her. Her legs sort of were opening, and I was rubbing lower and lower. I put my mouth on her nipples and sucked, like I had seen in the film. I reached down and started fingering her. I could tell that she was wet. It was just like what I had watched dozens of times, and jerked off to."

"But then she woke up! I just kissed her a lot of times on the lips, while I tried to find her hole with my prick. We were looking at each other, and she had this wild look in her eyes. I asked her if she wanted me to screw her, and she nodded yes, and said 'uh huh', and closed her eyes. I found the opening, just at that same moment. I started to put it in. It was hot and wet and tight, and the best thing I have ever felt. A hundred times better that doing it with my hand, pretending to fuck her."

But just as I got in about half way, mom's eyes flew open and she got this terrified expression on her face. She said, 'NO! NO! I mustn't let you. Don't!' and she pushed me off. I ran out and thought I had really gotten her totally mad, when she realized it wasn't a dream, or a memory of the scene in the porno movie, but actually me on her trying to have sex with her. But she didn't punish me, or give me the silent treatment. She just said we couldn't do that. That no matter what we wanted, it wasn't right. We were to forget it ever happened. I was never to try it again."

Barb spoke, "I stopped drinking then, so that I was never that vulnerable or tempt . . uh . . . so that could never happen between us. I looked better after a while, better than what I had back when I had done the porno flick. I went to a local audition and got a small part in a TV drama special, being filmed in our town for a location shot. I guess I made a good impression on somebody because, a guy called out of the blue, and wanted to know if I would try out for this particular role, on a new cable soap-opera called, 'Candlewood By Moonlight'."

James jumped in, "Mom played a town floozy that like to fool around with much younger men. Every week there was a shot of her running around in her bra and panties. And flashes of even less, as she had her affairs. It was a regular feature of the program, and was one of the draws for the men, to see her scantily clad or get a peek of flesh. She was hotter right then, than she ever had been, even for the porn. So while I had the urge to merge with my mom, I got to see her on TV, constantly making out with younger men. It was driving me nuts. I had blue-balls all the time!"

The Doc interrupted and asked, "And this was fueling your lust, which caused the problems between you, and your mother." It was a statement, not a question, the shrink held up a hand to have Barb not interrupt at this point. "But your mother was acting on the soap. But - was she sending any signals then, as you perceived them, that she had any sexual interest in you - her son, at home, and in reality?"

"Not then."

"Barb, you wanted to say?"

"What you pointed out. I was only acting. My stage name for the credits was, Terry Starr. It was not very well reviewed. The critics, because of the more graphic nature of cable, called it the "Tongue and the Dressless", due to my appearing so much in my undies. And also the over abundance of risqué romantic scenes, with French kissing and so on. I liked some of my co-stars, and it was fun, even if it was a bit campy."

"But then somebody found out about my porno past, and they decided it was cheaper to write me off, than outright fire me. They did keep it secret from the public, so the taint of scandal would be swept under the rug, After all, that porn was a little too close to my role on the show."

"That's the ironic part. I was mentioning last week, Doc." Jim piped up. "Her porn character was sent to jail, for having an affair with an underage juvenile."

"After I got written off the soap-opera, fired in essence. I didn't get anymore roles. It's been a year now. I didn't go back to heavy drinking, like back after the porno days, but I have a little drink, now and then. I'm several years older than when I made "Tabooze", but I look about the same as I did then."

"You're still a MILF, mom!"

"And you still want to get me in bed. After five years, what makes you think I'm going to say yes, now?"

"Because -- I just somehow sense that you are ready to let me . . make love to you. Not because you're lonely, though I know you are. Not because I can't get other women, I don't want other ladies. Not because you've got to have sex. I mean we all need that, but I don't have the silly ideas I did when I was eighteen. There is something though, that is stirring things between us, and the time is finally right. But I can't really identify it; I just sort of feel it."

The psychiatrist stood. "On that note I'm afraid the time is up. Before you go, I have another homework assignment for you both. Leave the cameras here for now; I will review them before we meet next week, at our regular time. First, I want each of you, to be modest around the house this week, no walking around in your underwear in front of one another. Secondly, I want each of you to separately watch 'Tabooze'.

Jim, when you do, you are not allowed to masturbate. I want you to watch your mother, see what she is doing, not sexually, but emotionally. Not what she is acting, but what she is really experiencing, as she goes through the whole thing. Try to understand what she is saying with her body, not her mouth. Again don't masturbate, watch like it is a psychology-class film."

"But, Doc . ." Barb interjected, "I took that away from him, when I found out he had a copy, and destroyed it! You can understand why, after his trying to have sex with me."

"Jim, did you make up a back-up copy?"

"Two."

"Then loan one to your mother. Barbara, I don't want you to destroy any more copies. That won't do any good now anyway; he can always order one from the Internet. But I want you to watch it too. You are to look and see yourself in the true remembrance of those things that were going on in your head and heart as you were doing those sexual things on camera. As Jim said last week, 'there is a time to be honest with ourselves'. This is what I want you to do, be honest with yourself, about your emotions, when you filmed those scenes. Both of you are to take notes on your viewing, and bring them to our next session. Actually, if you can email them the day before, so much the better. Any questions?"

"Yes, Doc, I have one." said Barb. "Can I masturbate, when I watch?"

"Certainly, Barb. I expected that you would."

She left with a strange look on her face, as if she was uncertain if he had meant what he said, or if it was a joke. Jim lingered for a moment. "Doc, it's going to be hard not to jerk-off during that tape. Did you really mean that? "

"Absolutely!" The Dr. interrupted. "I need for you to concentrate on what I told you to do, and you'll need your hands to take notes. Watch your mother's face, which will be the window to her mind. In close ups, the eyes will say much more than any words she recites from the script, they are the real give away to her soul's torment. Treat your mother as nice as you can this week. You will be rewarded for your efforts, believe me. Now go on and remember she needs your help to see this through. Trust me. Go!"

Barbara sat in front of the TV, the tape was rolling. She had the remote handy, and a pad with a good pen, in her lap. The second sex scene, between mother and son, was now beginning. She reached for a tissue from the box on her side. A tear rolled down her cheek. She knew in her deepest, darkest place of herself, what the doctor had wanted her to see, to admit, to confess.

MOVIE SCENE - midway through: The 'mother' and 'son' sat at the kitchen table. The 'son' had a beer, 'mom' had her whiskey, and the bottle was half gone. The 'son' spoke tenderly. "Come on mom, I'll help you to bed, you've had a rough day."

"Your father cheated on me, the no good bastard, is it any wonder I drink? I get so lonely and frustrated, is it any wonder I like my whiskey? I got a shitty job waiting tables, and lousy tippers, on my feet all day; is it any wonder I sit here, and get sloshed?"

"Come on mom, leave the bottle, I'll help you get ready for bed. You need to sleep."

"Okay, but I can walk." She staggered a little, and her 'son' caught her. With one arm around her, he steadies her, as they make their way to her bedroom. Once they he deposits her on the mattress. She lies back, as he takes off her shoes. Then he helps her to sit as he unbuttons her blouse. She makes a poor attempt to undo the sleeves and he does those as well, and then takes off her top. Her lacy bra cups the two small, but firm boobs. He unzips the skirt's side and gets her to stand for the moment, to let the garment fall to the floor. No slip, so now she is only in her bra and panties.

As Barbara watched in her robe on the davenport, and in nothing else. She has not taken a note, she just sits; her right hand is playing with her nipples, as she watches. She remembers what happens next, but it is like seeing it for the first time. She begins to understand the point of her homework. She is aroused, but she does not see the man on the screen. In her mind's eye, it is Jimmy, Jim at eighteen.

On the small flickering screen, the woman reaches up, and caresses the face of the youth. He looks much younger than his twenty-one years. That is why he was cast. He looks like he could be her son, which also was involved in choosing the pair of them for the roles. The mother kisses him on the lips and whispers. "You took me, when I had no defenses, last time. I didn't even know what was happening, until the very end."

"I'm so sorry, mom. I couldn't help it. You looked so beautiful and sexy there on the bed. I just had to look, and then try to touch you, and then I got carried away. Please forgive me. But you did like it, when you woke up, didn't you? You came with me didn't you? You didn't tell dad, or kick me out of the house, or kick my ass. You needed it, didn't you? You wanted me, didn't you?"

"You think I'm really beautiful? You think I'm sexy? Really?"

"Yeah, mom you are beautiful and sexy. And I would love to make you feel good again." He reaches around and unsnaps her bra. Kneeling down before her, his lips go to his mother's small brown nipples, erect and pointed. She is breathing hard at his nibbling.

Barbara slips her robe off. She is nude on the couch. Jim is out, and won't be back until late. She can do what she wants, as her on-screen-self is doing what her 'son' likes.

"Lift up, mom, let's get the panties off." The 'son' is directing the 'mother' to lift her hips. As she is naked before his eyes, he puts his hands to her buns and his face to her crotch. She moans as he goes down on her.

"Baby, we did it once, it was wrong, but it did feel so nice. And now you are making me crazy again, with lust. We shouldn't do this, but I can't help myself. Ah! Like that! Right there!"

Barb had her finger on her clit, mesmerized by the erotic view, the sensuous stimulation that mimics the action, the emotions of the moment which are rising in her body.

"Mom I love you. Dad's a shit to treat you like that. Let him fuck his secretary, I'll make love to you, and bring you even more pleasure than he ever did. Just let me do it, to show how much I am your man now!"

"No baby, not that, we can't. It would be incest, sinful! That would be such a wrong thing, for a mother to do with her son. You're my boy. How could I do such a naughty thing with my little boy?"

"I'm not a little boy any longer, mom." The 'son' stripped off his tee-shirt and sports shorts. Now he was as nude as she. He was erect and quite mature, with hairy sacks, and curly pubic hair to spare.

"We'll go to hell for this, but it will be heaven getting there. I don't care anymore, I want you too, son. Make mother your woman, Darling. Make love to your mother, and make me cum. Cum in me, baby, fuck me now!" She rolled back on the bed, lifting her legs, and the young man took his cock, placing it right at the entrance of his mother's cunt.

"I love you, Mom!" he proclaimed loudly as he entered her slick and steaming hot pussy.

"I love you too, Baby!" she cried thrusting her flesh to meet his hard veined cock.

"I love you too, Jimmy!" Cried Barbara, as her on-screen-self fucked. She stabbed her two fingers in her pussy, and climaxed in big contractions. Waves of convulsions over took her body. Her face was drenched in sweat, and her mind was filled with fear and clarity, from the revelation she had shouted. She didn't need to write any notes, to share. But she would write her honest confession. She wondered how this could all turn out well. It was hell, this way. Perhaps the Dr. knew the way to get to heaven.

They had faxed their notes for homework to the psychiatrist the day before their appointment, as he had requested, in order to have time to prepare for their session. Both Barbara and James were obviously nervous when they arrived. The Dr. was not surprised at this, having read their reactions to the video, which was viewed in the light of what they were seeing through fresh eyes; as well as the lens of the therapeutic focus he had guided them in being aware of when viewing. All of which helped to reveal their hidden thoughts and feelings; now made clear by the cathartic experience.

Once more they took their seats, as before. But the shrink indicated that they should stand up again. "Now please, would you both get completely undressed, before you sit once more? The room temperature is adjusted for that, and the fabrics are quite comfortable. There are two clothes stand at the end of the couch."

"Doctor! You can't be serious!" Barb exclaimed in shock.

Simultaneously, Jim said, "Doc, what the fuck?"

"Please, listen. I am asking for a specific reason. I will explain as you disrobe, but you may start to do so now. You did agree in the contract to follow whatever I recommend, or you could stop the treatment at any time, but that would be the end of your issues. It's up to you. I have found that nudity makes for honesty. It is somehow harder for people to lie to one another, when they are without clothes. Especially in unusual circumstances, or unexpectedly."​