Chapter 4
Pam squirmed nervously in the padded chair. She was alone in Dr. Carr's waiting room and hating every minute of it. Waiting rooms all smelled the same, she thought, of leather seats and nameless chemicals chilled by an overactive air conditioning unit. She took a magazine from a side table, knowing without looking that it would be at least three or four months old. It was. Worse luck, it was a journal on abnormal psychology, a subject which normally didn't interested her.
But she leafed through it and came across an article on the erotic dreams of women. One of the most common, she saw, was that of incest, either father, or brother or ... son. Pam put the magazine aside and shuddered.
"You're next, Mrs. Morris." The nurse had silently entered. Her white uniform was starched, unwrinkled, and gave off an odor of disinfectant. Pam studied the woman's shapeless body and wondered if it, rather than the uniform, smelled of disinfectant.
"How do you do, Mrs. Morris," Dr. Carr smiled cheerfully, rising to take her hand. "What seems to be the trouble?"
The nurse left and Pam relaxed slightly. The pastel color of his office, the piped-in music, his friendly attitude all conspired to make her problems seem insignificant.
"Well, perhaps ... perhaps I'm being silly," Pam stammered. "Maybe I shouldn't have come, but ... I've been worried and I ... I need advice more than anything."
"The form you completed says you are divorced, with one son. Are you suffering from a lack of ... shall we say, affection?"
"Why, yes," Pam admitted, surprised. "How did you guess?"
"I've been gathering facts for a series of articles on the sexual frustrations of suburban women. You see, in spite of our so-called liberated times, frustration is a common problem which manifests itself in many ways."
"It ... it's very difficult for me to admit this, but I'm worried about two things. I seem to masturbate with more and more frequency, and I feel nervous and guilty about it. It's like an obsession with me."
"And the other problem?"
"My son. We have a small place, and he's sleeping with me. He was younger when it started, and I didn't have the heart to make him sleep on the sofa," Pam explained hurriedly.
"And he's beginning to ... get ideas?"
"Oh, no. Not that. Why, I haven't even explained the facts of life to him yet. It's me. I woke up this morning and..." her voice broke, and she sobbed. "His ... his penis was in my hand. I'd been holding it in my sleep, and he ... ejaculated on my arm!"
"I see." Dr. Carr closed his eyes and pursed his lips. "Was your son upset by this?"
"Oh, Robbie was still sleeping! I think I would have died if he'd opened his eyes!"
"Well, then, try not to worry. The subconscious is a mysterious thing. Progress had been made, but very slowly. It is possible that this was a one-time occurrence, you know. It is difficult to make judgments without lengthy discussions, and I'm not a psychiatrist. I don't think you would have died, however, if Robbie had been awake. It might even have been a good thing."
"Why ... why, what do you mean?" Pam gasped.
"You've stated he's ignorant of the facts of life," Dr. Carr said blandly. "His awareness of your manipulations would have been an ideal way to bring up the subject of sex and reproduction."
"But ... but," Pam began, upset by the mental images the doctor was causing to form in her mind.
"Now, try not to be held captive by the customs and mores of your parents' day, Mrs. Morris. We've come a long way since then, and it is far more common than you would believe for mothers to introduce their sons to love and sex."
"My God!" Pam gasped. "That's ... incest!"
Doctor Carr raised a hand. "Now, don't let labels mislead you. There's no black and white here, only shades of gray. What is wrong for some, may be right for others. It depends on so many factors. You shouldn't be so quick to condemn what you don't understand."
"But," Pam said weakly, utterly confused and shaken, "at the least, wouldn't it damage the boy's personality, give him a tremendous guilt complex?"
"Again, it all depends on many things. Age, whether or not both parties were willing or if one wasn't given much choice in the matter, and the reasons for such an involvement. It's just too complicated to go into now." He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry, but it's getting late. We'll have to proceed with the examination, now. Would you remove your dress, please, and get up on the table?"
"Is ... is it necessary?" Pam hesitated, knowing her cunt was moist and sticky.
"You said you were worried about your frequent masturbation, Mrs. Morris," Dr. Carr said impatiently. "Now, an examination is necessary for me to know if you are in any way abnormal or unhealthy. If you wish, you may put on an examination gown. It's not very flattering, and it will be open, anyway..."
"Oh. All right. I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble," Pam apologized, standing and removing her clothes.
Dr. Carr watched as the beautiful redhead slipped out of her dress and unhooked her bra. Her huge, pale tits tumbled out and wobbled before him. Then they swung and shook as she bent and pushed down her panties. He licked his lips.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Morris," he said. "I must admit few of my patients look better undressed than clothed."
"Thank you," Pamn said, blushing and climbing onto the table. He fixed her legs into the stirrups and she felt her cunt being stretched apart. Her knees were wide, and she felt completely helpless and vulnerable.
"Just relax," Dr. Car said, pressing his thumbs to either side of the soft, swollen lips of her hairy cunt.
Pam felt him massaging the tender flesh, pinching folds as if feeling for lumps, and realized he wasn't wearing gloves! She felt a fingertip probe the soft flesh around her fat clit and jumped.
"You're extremely sensitive," Dr. Carr-mused. "Probably multi-orgasmic."
"Really?" Pam was surprised. "Are you sure?"
Dr. Carr laughed. "Only you can tell me that, Mrs. Morris."
"I ... I've never ... Isn't there some way you can tell?"
"Only by manipulating your clitoris," he answered. "And, although I must admit I would be willing, you have to realize that such stimulation isn't ethical, and if you were to ever mention it, I might lose my license."
Pam closed her eyes. She was not only curious, but extremely horny. Her heavy tits sagged, pulling sensuously on her chest, and she gathered them up and held them centered, quivering, on top of her torso. She saw Dr. Carr look at them and made up her mind.
"Go ahead, Doctor. I'd really like to know if I can keep coming or not. I won't tell."
Dr. Carr peeled apart the folds surrounding her clit and touched the hard lump with a fingertip. He bent his head as the first finger of his other hand slipped into her gushing cunthole.
"Ohhh, God," Pam groaned and jerked, squeezing her fat, throbbing tits in her hands as the doctor fingered her hairy cunt.
Dr. Carr's eyes were fastened on Pam's gaping, bright pink cunt flesh. She was dribbling enormous amounts of pussy juice down over the cheeks of her ass as he twisted his finger around in her hot, tight cunt. Her thick clit visibly quivered as he rolled the ball of his finger around its base.
Pam groaned and hunched, and her ass-hole clenched, shiny now with her juice. She felt something touch it, return and circle the ring of muscle tantalizingly.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she whimpered.
"Many women go through life unaware that the anus and genital areas share muscle in common," Dr. Carr said, continuing to torment her sensitive butt hole. "Didn't you notice that when I touched your clit, your anus contracted?"
"Unh, no, not really," Pam said, feeling embarrassed to be discussing that part of her body so dispassionately.
"Pay attention, now," Dr. Carr said, and fingered her clit again. "There, did you feel it that time?"
"Y-yes," Pam stammered, gasping from the sensations.
"The anus is extremely significant in both foreplay and after play," Dr. Carr continued, "but many men, unfortunately, don't realize this or, if they do, are afraid to initiate such action themselves. And the women are either ignorant or embarrassed, and they don't ask. So the anal area is completely ignored. Neglecting a whole new area of sexual response."
"M-mine seems sensitive," Pam gasped as he circled it again.
"No more than usual," he said. "It's just the newness of the sensations. However, yours is particularly appealing to the male because of its lack of hair and the way it smoothly protrudes. In other words, it's accessible, not hidden away."
"I-I'm ready to come, Doctor!" Pam gasped, wagging her full hips.
"Yes, I know," he said, grinning for the first time. "I'll continue to finger you during your orgasm."
Pam groaned and her face contorted as a raging fire of sexual passion surged through her loins. Her ass humped the table, she felt her ass-hole rhythmically opening and closing, and goose bumps appeared all over her quivering tits.
Wave after wave of pure, agonizing pleasure washed across her body, and Pam heard dirty words in the office and cringed for a moment before she realized they were her own!
"Ohhh, fuck me! Stick your fat cock in me!
Give it to me! Aghhh, God, don't stop! It's good, it's good!"
Dr. Carr continued to roll her clit and slide a couple of fingrs in and out of her contracting cunt. Her tits wobbled crazily above the hands holding their bases, and her big nipples were hard. He was tempted to suck one into his mouth, but resisted the impulse and tried to keep count of her orgasms. Pam was marvelous material for his article.
Ten minutes later, his wrists and forearms tired, Dr. Carr called a halt. Pam shook and groaned through a few more, final orgasms, then collapsed on the table. Her arms hung, her fingertips scraped the floor, and her body shone with sweat. Her inner thighs were soaked with cunt juice, as was the table under her ass and the floor beneath the end of the table. She was too weak to talk, let alone move, and didn't even bother to open her eyes when she heard the doctor cleaning up the mess she had made.
"I'm going to wipe you now, Mrs. Morris," she heard him say distantly, and then she jumped again as she felt something cool and dry wiping her dripping cunt. She opened her eyes, surprised to find herself about to come again.
"My God!" she whispered shakily. "It was never like that with my husband! Sometimes he didn't even make me come!"
"Obviously inconsiderate and undereducated," Dr. Carr remarked, openly admiring Pam's body. His eyes kept returning to her huge, quivering tits.
"My God," Pam sighed again, then caught sight of the lump in the doctor's pant. She looked up at him guiltily. "If you want," she began, "I mean, I feel sort of responsible
"Yes!" he gasped, forgetting his professionalism and unzipping his pants with awkward haste. He pulled out an average-sized, somewhat slender white cock, but it was really stiff and turned Pam on again.
"Just shove it in me!" she gasped, knowing she'd come just from the touch of his hot prick-knob.
Dr. Carr walked between her legs and with one hunching movement sank the full length of his cock into her mushy cunt. Pam groaned, lifted her hips, and spasmed. And she kept spasming as he pounded back and forth in her tight pussy.
Dr. Carr leaned over his patient's body and grabbed her left tit. Holding the white, melon-like tit up, he sucked the big, hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue swished it around, and he made animal-like sounds in his throat as he sucked and fucked. Pam, too, was whining and grunting. Then she felt the liquid heat of his jism splattering deep inside her belly and felt his stiffness dwindle.
"Ahh, cripes!" he groaned, pulling back with a lewd popping sound from her gripping pink cunt. A stream of cunt juice mingled with his cum followed the withdrawal and he hurried to grab some tissues to wipe himself and the table and floor.
Pam smiled wryly. "Seems like I'm always making you clean up," she said, fingering around her cunthole.
"Who cares?" Dr. Carr muttered, on his knees wiping the floor. His limp cock hung out over the front of his pants, which were also stained with Pam's sticky cunt juice.
Later, when Pam was composed and dressed, Dr. Carr gave her a pamphlet on anal eroticism. "This is one of my early efforts," he said modestly. "Don't worry about masturbating, it won't hurt you. After reading this book, you may find new ways to amuse yourself. And feel free to call on me at any time."
"Thank you," Pam said, walking out the door he opened.
"Oh, nurse," Dr. Carr called, "there will be no bill for Mrs. Morris."
Pam drove home filled with the day's experiences. She no longer felt so worried about masturbating, but she still wasn't happy about what she'd done to Robbie this morning. She could well remember the heat of his boyish cum landing on her arm.
"Jeez," she said to herself. "What if it happens again?"
And she realized it was time to tell him the facts of life, too. The way he kept looking at her tits flattered her, she admitted, but it also frightened her. And Dr. Carr's advice in that area hadn't helped settle her mind. In fact, it had made matters worse, for now her thoughts kept straying to his belief that incest wasn't always wrong.
And only this morning she'd been wishing he wasn't her son, so that enormous cock of his could be put to some good use. She thought of Dr. Carr's unsatisfying prick and mentally winced. She wished she hadn't gotten carried away like that, but it hadn't seemed fair to leave him high and dry after he'd kept her coming for such a long time.
But she wasn't going back, she vowed. That could only lead to trouble. But his pamphlet might do some good. It had been pretty exciting, having her ass-hole stroked. Maybe she'd try goosing herself with something small, like a pencil, next time she masturbated.
But now she had no time for anything. She was late starting supper. She pulled into the driveway and looked around, but there was no sign of her son. And for Robbie to be missing at mealtime was unusual. Pam climbed out and began calling his name.
The third time she called, he came running from the bushes behind their neighbor's house, and his face was red. Pam noticed that he didn't meet her eyes. She was suspicious, but decided the red face could have been caused by running. But a few minutes later, when she was in the kitchen, she saw Susie, the little girl from next door, emerge from the same spot. She turned away from the window and said nothing to Robbie. But she was more determined than ever to tell him the facts of life.
Who knows what he'll pick up from the kids around here, Pam mused, thinking especially of Dale Martucci, a real brat who was the son of a local teacher.
But that led to another thought. Mrs. Martucci was a biology instructor. Maybe she'd be the best one to tell Robbie the facts of life. Pam wasn't sure, but she thought she'd heard somewhere that Mrs. Martucci occasionally taught sex education, too.