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You do forgive me don't you? I promised that I would never do it again. I kept my promise, and you kept yours to give up drinking. So, I guess . . we are both . . happier. - - right?"
"You don't sound too happy, Baby."
"I am . . sure I am . . I'm happy that your sober and that you kicked dad out, the shit. That we don't have the conflicts and arguments and stuff, like when you were drunk and a . . forgive me, but a bitch."
"Oh! I was, I was a royal bitch, and a drunk, and miserable, and stupid to put up with your bastard father for so long. But that has all changed. All except one thing."
"What, mom, what else can I do, to make you happy I want you to be happy, I love you mom."
"Why the one thing that hasn't changed, since that night, a month ago is this . ." The image of Barb on the large screen bent low and kissed her 'son' on the lips. Barb in the shrink's office, picked up the remote and paused the image, to kiss her real son beside her. She took his arm and draped it over her shoulder and placed his hand directly on her breast, the nipple in his palm. She kissed him, Frenching, the tongues making squiggly contact. She un-paused the video, the couple on the screen continued to kiss. The 'son' pulled his 'mom' onto his lap and slid a hand in her robe.
Barb reached over and took hold of Jim's erection. On the TV her robe has come off the shoulders and the 'son's' mouth is seeking the brown caps beneath the gown. That garment is just as quickly cleared away so his lips are making 'mom's' mams glad globes. Jim's hand goes between Barb's legs. They part. The shirt and shorts of the fictional 'son' are gotten rid of. His erection is neither as long, nor fat, as the one Barb is stroking.
The scene shifts point of view. Now the camera angle is aimed directly at the sofa, TV Barb is now as nude as she is watching herself. The faux 'son' is nuzzling his head between her thighs, and she places her hands on his head, as he licks her thighs. Jim follows the lead of his stand-in, now old enough to do it for himself with his lovely sexy mother. Barb moans an echo of her own pleasure, and the pelvis tilts in parallel, to the twin oral administrations of the youth and his doppelganger. They kneel before their goddess. Worshiping at her temple of Venus, mom's Mons.
Her knees rise, the same way and her face is a mask of the sweet agony of ecstasy, as she is eaten, and loved in her center. Then and now, it is the same expression, the same desire, but today fulfilled for real. Jim's dick is glistening with pre-cum. He has seen this scene hundreds of times, and wished it were him. Now it is, and he is determined to best the boy in the film, with his honest love, and deeper lust for his mother. He mirrors the moves, he makes the better lover as he knows the taste of her pussy for the first time. He can't get enough, his mouth is driving her wild, and her clit is throbbing with his wet lashings.
The Doc has zoomed in on the action from almost overhead. Barb's labia are showing red and her panting is clear in the microphones. From the side-angle camera's perspective Jim's dick is pointed at his target. The connection is better viewed from behind, though partially blocked by the hanging testicles. On screen, the 'mother' drags her 'son' to her. Jim moves on his own. Barb is wide open and ready, for both cocks. Her cunt is needy of her 'son', but it is always and ultimately Jim's, that she is thinking of, both past and present.
Doc has all the close-ups, the angles set, and must grip himself as Jim places his manhood at the portal of his mother's sex. They look in to each other's striking blue eyes, in a silent communication. He says, 'I'm going to – I have to.' She answers, 'I know – I want you to – I need you too.' He slowly pushes into her cavity. The penetration that waited six years, takes only a long minute. Then her son is finally planted within her body, to the very root of his solid muscle. She can even feel that vein on top, throb!
The movie moves with the motion of fucking, and the couple on the couch are copulating in syncopation. But the cries and moans and groans, are a cacophony, that is real passion trumping acting. Barb is clutching Jim to her, while movie 'mom' is holding the hips of pseudo-'son'. Both boys are pounding away, one for a money shot, the other to cum in mommy. It is not a race to cum first, the longer you last in making love, the better. The live action takes the blue-ribbon, as they continue to fuck, after the screw-goo is shown on the TV.
In fact, Barb had already climaxed once, as her child provided the initial thrusts. But now another builds as his orgasm is galloping to the final dash. The tender rocks are bumping her buns, to the beat of his humping hips. The head of his prick swells deep in her, as he locks into the incestuous connection of their union. He blasts the hot jism she had longed for, for so long. She lets out a scream of delight, at he is creaming in her. Her own fluid washes down, and they drench the cushion with the emulsions of their sin.
Thank God, the Doc thinks, I had the fabric treated. He had hoped that he might witness such a wild sight. The preparations payed off, the strategy worked, the therapy was finished, the moment was captured, and the pair were contented and satiated. No, they were not through! But the digital equipment is still taking in the renewed activity. Jim is turning his mother around to be on her knees too. Her torso is planted on the couch and her crack is high and ready for his attack.
Barb feels her man-child plow into her vagina, once more with his member. The meat is still firm and full of vigor. It is reaching different places, at this level of his goring. She laughs at the video pair who have now parted and are just panting, as the real hero of her hopes has his way with her. She is glowing inside, and his heat infuses her being, and his lunges give her renewed life. She doesn't have to act like a proper mom, she can be her naughty self, fucking her son, and openly loving it with him. He has his reward for his patience, and she for her sacrifices.
Thanks to the shrink, their world had expanded to encompass this love, that had so long been withheld from their relationship. And there would be money, and theater. An alien siren? No stranger than an incestuous mother. The role she had wanted, that was once only pretend, was now come true. Speaking of cumming, here they were cumming again. She felt him spurt, her whole body spasmed, in her happy climax simultaneously.
At last the steam piston of her son, seemed to have lost its locomotion. It was time to wind down and wind up this session. But there would be more of the same, at home. She wished her sponsor well, she knew they had given a good performance. It was a part she had been rehearsing for many years in secret. Now she plan to have a long run, with her co-star that was born to the role. They dressed, then the Doc came back in and wished them well. He said that they had more than given the cameras enough, for quite a great show. They left, hand in hand, smiling.
A week later. The Dr. answered the door, to another couple, mother and son, that had answered his advertisement. They had already copulated, but now were wondering how to keep up the excitement. The Doc, had some interesting ideas. But that's for the next case study.
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