Chapter 3
Later that afternoon Pamela walked around the kitchen just as happy as she could be. Getting something shoved up her snatch had made a tremendous difference in her attitude.
No longer was she feeling nervous and jittery. Now she felt happy and free. Even the colors of the world seemed different. Blues appeared bluer. Greens appeared greener. Yellows and oranges seemed to be more dazzling. On the whole, life itself seemed better. She felt wonderful.
She realized that Doctor Eldridge had been right. A married woman did need a little fling every once in a while to keep her cunt happy. Variety really was the spice of life. Monogamy really does become monotonous.
Kimberly sat at the kitchen table watching her mother with considerable interest. She couldn't get over how much she had changed in just a few short hours. "You sure look a lot better this afternoon, mom. Did Mr. Eldridge give you any magic remedies?"
Kimberly saw her beautiful mother blush. In fact, she seemed to turn a deep crimson color. "Honey, I'm going to have to ask you to do something for me."
"Anything mom. What is it?"
"I don't want you to tell daddy that I've been seeing a sex therapist. I don't think that he would take very kindly to the idea."
"Why not?"
"Well ... er ... he's Italian and Italian men are overly-serious about certain things—especially when it comes to sex."
Kimberly looked at her and smiled. "Did Mr. Eldridge give you his super-duper special treatment?"
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked with an insincere tone in her voice.
"Did he give your pussy an inspection?"
Again Pamela blushed. "You shouldn't use such language."
Kimberly picked up on what she had heard earlier in the bedroom. "Why not? That's how they refer to it in all the biology books these days."
"You're kidding!" Pamela exclaimed.
"Really," the young girl replied with a straight face. "They now refer to penis as 'dick', vagina as 'pussy', and testicles as 'balls'. The new age biology books are just chock-full of 'cunt' and 'cock' and 'dick' and 'balls' and 'fucking' and 'sucking'. You can't believe what's been happening to textbooks. It seems as if the sexual revolution has finally caught up with them."
"My goodness!" Pamela whispered. "Things sure have changed since I was in high school. And to think, we all thought we were all so sexually advanced back in the seventies."
"Did your vagina pass inspection or didn't it?"
Again the older woman blushed. "It passed. He said that there was nothing wrong with it. It just needed a little servicing, that's all."
"And ... did he service you?"
"Well ... this is strictly girl talk ... but ... yes. He serviced me quite well."
"Mom! That's terrific!" Kimberly leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek. "I'm so happy for you. Didn't I tell you that you needed a penis to make you feel better?"
Pamela smiled. "Yes you did. And you were right."
"How long are you going to continue the treatment?"
"Er ... how long? I don't understand."
"Surely you're not going to stop with one lube job, are you? It wouldn't be practical."
"Gee. I hadn't thought of that."
"Oh come on, mom. Surely you don't expect daddy to fulfill your newly awakened needs. After all, he was the reason that you had to put-out for another man to start with."
Pamela hadn't given much thought to this dilemma. It was quite apparent that she needed to continue the therapy, otherwise she would slip back into a deep psychological depression. She needed to continue practicing the super-duper special treatment until she was completely well.
Kimberly saw that a seed had been planted in her mother's mind. The woman was deep in thought.
"Maybe I can convince Tom to finally lose some weight. Then I wouldn't need to go out hunting for cock."
"Mom! You've been attempting to get daddy to lose weight for ten years. He hasn't lost one ounce of fat since I was a toddler. He just keeps getting chubbier and chubbier and chubbier."
"But ... there has to be some other way. I don't want to start hitting singles bars—especially not with the Aids thing going around."
The teenager realized that her mother had a very good point. She didn't want a practical joke to result in someone contracting the Aids virus. That just wouldn't be a ladylike thing to do. Instead, she needed to figure out some way to get her mom a risk-free fuck.