Ch 2.
At the next session, Ethan's grin was infectious, his words tumbling out in excitement. "Mom, the girls at school are going crazy over me! They can't stop staring." Emma's heart swelled with pride, realization dawning on her. This newfound confidence was a direct result of their unconventional therapy sessions. She felt a surge of determination, convinced she was doing the right thing. "Alright, Ethan," she said softly, "let's continue our progress." Her son nodded eagerly, his hands already reaching for his zipper. Emma moved to his side, gently pulling down his pants to help him free his erection. As he began to stroke himself, Emma watched entranced, her gaze oscillating between admiration and lust. This time, however, there was no frustration etched on his face. Instead, he moaned a name - "Susan" - and Emma's heart skipped a beat. Who was this new object of her son's desire? A pang of jealousy stabbed through her chest, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "Think of Mommy," she instructed, her tone measured. Ethan's strokes faltered, his face screwing up in discomfort. "No, that's bad," he whispered, looking up at her with a mix of shame and longing.
Emma's face burned with hurt and frustration, her jealousy peaking as she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. How dare her son imply that thinking of her was bad?! After everything she'd done for him, every sacrifice she'd made, he rejected her like this? Her anger simmered just below the surface as she made a decision. "Yes, think of Mommy," she repeated, her voice low and husky. And with that, she leaned forward, her lips closing around her son's cock. Ethan's gasp was music to her ears as he exclaimed, "Omigod, Mommy, so good!" His hips bucked upwards, lost in the pleasure of the moment, and Emma's anger dissipated, replaced by a fierce possessiveness. She sucked harder, deeper, determined to make her son forget all about this Susan girl. Ethan's cries grew louder, his body tensing as he struggled to hold back, but Emma wouldn't relent. With a final, triumphant cry, he came, his semen flooding her mouth as he collapsed back in his chair.
The shock of what she'd just done hit Emma like a ton of bricks, her mind reeling as her mouth filled with her son's semen. She sat stunned, frozen in horror, unable to process the magnitude of her actions. Appalled at herself, she struggled to do what she must, finally managing to swallow the bitter fluid. Her movements mechanical, she tucked Ethan back into his pants, her hands shaking with shame. Then, she collapsed back into her seat, burying her face in her hands as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. For the rest of the week, Emma avoided eye contact with her son, unable to meet his gaze, afraid of what she might see there. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions.
At the next session, Emma forced herself to ask the question, her heart heavy with trepidation. "So, Ethan, how's the situation with girls?" Her son's shrug was listless, his words hesitant. "To be honest, Mom, I've kinda lost interest." Emma's gut twisted into knots as he continued, his face aglow with an unsettling intensity. "I find myself thinking about you instead." The room spun around her as she fought to keep her breakfast down, disgust and revulsion churning in her stomach. What had she done? She cleared her throat, trying to sound normal. "Well, let's focus on other girls then. Maybe you could ask out Susan?" Ethan's face fell, his expression apathetic. Emma insisted, her tone firm, despite the turmoil inside. "Try it, Ethan. It'll be good for you." The session ended abruptly, Emma fleeing the room as soon as possible. As the week passed, she noticed the sparkle had vanished from her son's eyes, but she told herself it was for the best. She'd made a sacrifice to set him free from her own toxic influence. But the guilt lingered, festering like an open wound.
At the next session, Ethan's shoulders slumped in defeat, his words laced with despair. "Girls don't seem interested in me anymore, Mom. My sexual frustrations are back." Emma's instincts screamed warning signals, but she tried to rationalize it away. "That's normal, sweetie. You're just going through a dry spell. It'll pass." Ethan's gaze drifted downward, his hands creeping towards his crotch as he murmured, "It feels like something's missing..." Fear spiked through Emma's veins as she lunged forward, grabbing his wrists and yanking them away from his pants. "No, no, everything is normal," she insisted, her tone firm but panicked. "Just be patient." Ethan's repetition of her words was mechanical, his relaxation a thin veneer hiding the turmoil beneath. Emma breathed a sigh of relief as she returned to her seat, but her mind raced with concerns. The change in her son was undeniable - apathetic at times, angry at others, he was like a completely different person. She ended the session with a forced optimism, praying that somehow, someway, they could find their way back to normalcy.
As the week progressed, Emma grew increasingly disturbed, her unease escalating into outright fear. Ethan's gaze followed her everywhere, his eyes burning with an intense hunger that made her skin crawl. He lingered disturbingly close, his presence suffocating, and she even caught him peeking in on her when she was showering. Paralyzed with fear, she didn't confront him, instead hiding behind the curtain of water until he retreated. The cold water stung her skin as she waited for what felt like an eternity, holding her breath until she heard the door close behind him. She escaped the bathroom as soon as she dared, her heart racing with anxiety. The tension between them was palpable, and Emma knew she couldn't avoid the issue any longer. At the next therapy session, she steeled herself to confront him. Ethan's words were like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling in shock and horror. "I need you, Mom," he said, his voice low and husky. "I know I can move on to other girls once I've...once I've had you." The room spun around her as Emma struggled to process the enormity of his confession. Had she really led him to this point? Was this what she'd been subconsciously encouraging all along? The thought was too terrible to contemplate.
Her mind reeling in shock, Emma forced herself to ask the question, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean by 'had' me, Ethan?" Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his words painting a vivid picture of her worst fears. "I mean, Mom, I want to penetrate you, feel your cunt wrapped tightly around my cock as we fuck." Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as Emma felt her world crashing down around her. Practically choking on the words, she asked, "And if that happened, you would move on?" Ethan's nod was emphatic, his face filled with a desperate longing. "Yes, Mom, I'll finally be free." The room seemed to fade away as Emma stood up, her movements slow and mechanical. Shame washed over her like a wave as she began to undress, her fingers trembling as she stripped off her clothing piece by piece.
With a sense of resignation, Emma continued to undress, her fingers faltering as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace-trimmed bra. The air was heavy with tension as she slipped off her shoes, her toes curling against the cool floor. Ethan's gaze never left hers, his pupils dilated with desire as she slid her skirt down her legs, exposing her pale thighs. The only sound was the soft rustle of fabric as she stepped out of her underwear, her heart pounding in her chest. Emma's hands trembled as she reached for the clasp of her bra, releasing it with a soft click. Her breasts spilled free, nipples puckered with nervousness. Taking a deep breath, she approached Ethan, her legs feeling like lead weights. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his lap, his hardness pressing against her inner thigh. Emma's fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slide in. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as she rocked against him, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. With a moan, she raised herself up, positioning him at her entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sank down onto him, his cock sliding into her wet depths. Ethan's groan was music to her ears as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
As she rode him, Emma's mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - turmoil and shame wrestling with lust and desire. Her body, however, seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to the primal urge to claim her son's cock. She ground against him, her pussy clenching around his shaft as she took him deeper, the friction sparking a fire that threatened to consume her. Ethan's hands grasped her waist, urging her on as she picked up pace, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, the stimulation making her whimper with pleasure. The sounds that escaped her lips were raw and animalistic, torn from the depths of her soul as she lost herself in the rhythm of their bodies. Sweat dripped down her forehead, mingling with tears of shame as she gazed into Ethan's face, his features contorted in ecstasy. His cock pulsed inside her, throbbing with each beat of his heart, and Emma felt herself responding, her climax building like a stormy sea. She threw her head back, arching her spine as the first waves crashed over her, crying out in abandon as she came. The sound was echoed by Ethan's own shout of release, his semen spurting deep into her womb as he emptied himself inside her. For a moment, they hung suspended in time, frozen in a tableau of forbidden pleasure, before Emma collapsed against him, spent and exhausted.
As they lay there, entwined in a embrace of shame and satisfaction, the silence was suddenly shattered by Ethan's anguished cry. "Oh my God, Mom! What's happening?!" His body jerked upright, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at Emma, still impaled on his cock. The spell was broken, and reality came crashing back with a vengeance. Emma's face paled as she scrambled off him, her legs trembling like jelly. A flood of his cum poured out of her, trickling down her thighs as she stumbled backward, her hands flying to cover her mouth in shock. The sound of Ethan's despairing cry still echoed in her ears as she turned and fled the room, leaving behind the wreckage of their twisted desires.