Uncharted Ch. 03

Author's Note: I am not an expert in therapy, counseling, or the law, and I chose not to spend excessive time researching those topics going into this chapter. Instead, I decided to write the story I wanted to and let the realism chips fall where they may. Hopefully, any errors I've made will not detract significantly from the narrative for those of you who possess greater knowledge in these fields. Additionally, this chapter features a slow-moving narrative, with not a lot of action. If that does not appeal to you, you may prefer to skip this section entirely and consider the story concluded after Chapter 2. As I mentioned earlier, I believe that ending is acceptable, despite the unresolved plot points. As always, all sexual situations involve characters who are eighteen years of age or older.

I could feel my hand trembling as I approached the doctor's office and turned the handle to open the door. While therapy is widely accepted by many today, I grew up in a household where seeking this type of help was severely frowned upon. That wasn't the only reason my eyes were darting around anxiously as I neared the office however; after being back home for only a month, I still struggled to be around others, especially in large groups. I believe they call it anthropophobia, a fear of being around people, or perhaps it was scopophobia, the sensation of always being watched. Regardless, I had never experienced anything like this before. All I knew was that I had resisted every effort by John to persuade me to see someone until now, but more on that later.

"Hello, may I help you?" the young man at the reception desk asked. He appeared to be in his early twenties but seemed professional enough in his demeanor and attire. More importantly, he had a charming smile and a kind face, which helped put me at ease. The absence of anyone else around also gave me the confidence to compose myself and proceed.

"Hi, I have an appointment... Mrs. Morris," I said hesitantly.

"Oh yes, you're right on time," the receptionist said, gesturing as he stood up from behind his desk. "Follow me."

I glanced around as we walked to the back, uncertain of what to make of this place. While I wasn't entirely sure what a therapist's office should look like, this resembled a high-priced lawyer's office more than anything else, if that makes sense. In any case, I followed my guide until we reached the very end, passing several closed rooms along the way. This space was much larger than I had anticipated, especially since I believed Dr. Bartlet worked here alone. I waited in her office for about ten minutes before she finally appeared.

"Hi Abby, nice to meet you," she said, displaying the same warm smile and friendly demeanor that I had encountered with the receptionist.

"Um... nice to meet you too, Doctor," I replied meekly.

"Please, call me Tracy," she said.

"Okay, thanks, Tracy." As much as I'd learned to emotionally shield myself in situations like this, there was something undeniably charming about this woman. With some extra effort, I managed to calm myself down significantly. I knew almost nothing about her, not even what she looked like before today. She appeared to be in her mid-forties, was well-dressed in khaki slacks and oxford boots, and was quite attractive as well. Not exactly what I had expected from a therapist, but then again, I wasn't sure what I would find here either.

"You were hesitant to share much about your reasons for coming here during the pre-screening interview, but I have a pretty good idea," Tracy said. "After all, not many famous people walk through my door."

"That's the last thing I ever wanted to be," I deadpanned back. Being rescued after ten years lost at sea had transformed us into overnight celebrities, attracting numerous interview requests from the media and even lucrative offers for book and movie deals. However, both Daniel and I shunned the attention, striving to return to a simple and relatively normal lifestyle. Nevertheless, we remained the subjects of several articles and news reports, many of which speculated on how we had managed to survive in such primitive conditions.

"All I care about now is putting my life back together and doing what I can to help my son reintegrate into normal society," I added.

"I would have preferred it if your son were seeing me as well, either alone or, better yet, both of you together here, Tracy said. "That's how couples therapy usually works."

Her last phrase left me wide-eyed in astonishment, and I remained stunned until Tracy continued speaking.

"Oh please, Abby, let's not pretend otherwise. That's why you're here, isn't it? You're not the only famous person in the room--or, more accurately in my case, infamous."

"I'd... I'd heard a little about you, but not much," I replied cautiously.

"In that case, I'll fill you in," Tracy replied matter-of-factly. "I used to be a licensed therapist, just as I once was a doctor. I was well-respected in my field, in fact, but not anymore."

"So what happened?" I asked.

"A few years ago, I sat for an interview with a psychology journal, and in that interview, I discussed a patient to whom I had given the pseudonym Sarah. She was forty-eight, divorced, and attempting to piece together a love life marked by a series of failed relationships. Sarah had always maintained a very close connection with her twenty-five-year-old son, however, the only person with whom she had experienced a truly loving relationship as an adult. As our sessions progressed, she became increasingly aware that her feelings for him were more than platonic. Eventually, Sarah found the courage to ask me what I thought about her pursuing a romantic relationship with him."

"What did you tell her?" I asked cautiously.

"I warned her about the pitfalls of any such romance, but unlike what most doctors might advise, I didn't entirely discourage Sarah either. Instead, we engaged in an open discussion about the pros and cons of such a relationship. After meeting with both of them a few times, I gave them my blessing to continue."

"Pros and cons?" I asked incredulously. "I never thought a doctor would suggest there were pros about such a thing."

"Now you understand why I'm not one anymore," she said flatly. " And why I don't hold a therapist's license either. Just so we're clear, Abby, this is strictly a 'life-coaching' office only. I'm not officially a doctor or a therapist anymore, if that's what you were looking for."

"What's the difference?"

"One requires a government license, the other does not," Tracy replied dryly.

"I'm still confused by all of this," I said. "You lost your degree and your license over something you said in an article?"

"Actually, I could have retained both and only suffered a stern reprimand if I had retracted everything I said, but I chose not to. Just like I could have remained silent and not mentioned Sarah at all during the interview. I knew how they would respond to it from the very beginning."

"Now I'm even more confused," I said.

"I did it on purpose, Abby. I knew there were many more 'Sarahs' out there who needed help, and this was my way of extending a lifeline to them. Tracy Bartlet, the infamous doctor that was stripped of her license for advising a patient to sleep with her son. That's why you sought me out in the first place, isn't it? That's how this usually goes."

"Usually?" I asked in surprise. "You mean people come to you regularly asking if they can commit incest?"

"Abby, you have no idea," Tracy replied nonchalantly. "Ever since the whole 'Sarah Scandal,' my phone has been ringing off the hook. However, I have a strict screening process. For one thing, I only counsel-- or 'coach,' rather-- mothers and sons; I won't even take calls regarding any other type of relationship."

"Why is that?"

"We'll discuss that later, and you'll understand," Tracy replied.

"So, you have a bunch of horny boys calling you every day, trying to get into their mothers' pants?" I asked flippantly.

"Actually, it's mostly horny mothers trying to get into their sons' pants," Tracy countered with a surprising chuckle. "But don't be so dismissive of these people, Abby, or judgmental. You wouldn't want them to talk that way about you and Daniel, would you?"

"I... I'm sorry," I replied. "It's just... I dunno..."

"You mentioned that you've been back for about a month and that you haven't received any professional help. Given the trauma you've experienced, I suspect you have a lot to talk about."

"Maybe... I just wouldn't know where to begin with something like that. I mean, I expect therapy includes talking about everything..."

"Including the sexual relationship you had with your son," Abby said, completing my sentence. "I get it, Abby, you've been too ashamed to talk about it, even with a therapist. That's why you're here. The only thing I don't understand is how you didn't know about me before calling my office. I had just assumed you did."

"And I don't know how I managed to get through your supposedly 'tight' screening process," I countered. "I barely shared any information with your receptionist when I first called, other than my name."

"Okay, you win," Tracy replied with a disarming smile. "When I heard you had contacted my office, I became very interested in having you as a patient. Not that I'm usually influenced by fame, but the fifteen minutes you got when you and your son were first rescued were pretty bright."

"More like blinding," I said. "The last thing I ever wanted was to be a celebrity. The media was all over us for a while though, asking for interviews and offering book deals. It took everything I had to keep Daniel and myself out of the spotlight, which was especially debilitating for him."

"I read an article about you and your son shortly after your rescue, which included a photo of the two of you standing side by side. A brief glance at it was all I needed to realize that you were lovers."

Once again, Tracy's bluntness regarding Daniel and me took me by surprise. I had not disclosed any such information during my pre-screening interview, and nothing about our affair had become public knowledge after our rescue. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to see Tracy as a therapist -- or coach--whatever she preferred to call it--since today was merely a non-committal, preliminary session. However, her assertion about Daniel and me being lovers made it clear that I would not be given any chance to deny it.

"How can you be so certain?" I found myself asking hesitantly.

"The picture was merely the final straw for me. The way Daniel was looking at you in it clearly shows how much you mean to him; it's not just a son's love for his mother. It resembles a man's love for, well... his wife."

"Besides, you're both very attractive people; it's hard for me to imagine you being alone together for that long without having your hands all over each other," Tracy added with a light-hearted chuckle.

Her joke did little to ease my nerves, and Tracy apologized for her flippant behavior.

"I know this has been tough for you, Abby. Even though it's only our first meeting, I can sense your feelings of guilt and self-loathing. The last thing you expected was to be portrayed as some type of hero. You are one though, to a lot of women, especially mothers.

"Oh yes, you have a Mother of the Year award winner with you here," I said sarcastically.

"More like Mother of the Decade... or the Century," Tracy replied, omitting the satirical tone. "You not only survived in an impossible environment but also managed to raise your son. When they found you, you were not only free from malnutrition or any other ailments, but you were both stronger and healthier than most people living back home. You should be proud of that."

"But I see more than most people do, Abby, whether it's due to training or some innate ability, Tracy continued. "I understand human nature, particularly as it relates to mothers and their sons. Any internal pressures you would normally feel, like sexual tension and frustration, would have been exponentially worse in such an extreme environment..."

"If you're suggesting that we were carrying on like a couple of sex-starved animals, it wasn't like that, and you clearly don't understand us at all," I huffed back.

"That's not what I meant, but I look forward to you correcting me on anything I might get wrong, Abby, if you're willing to become a regular of mine."

"I... I guess we could give it a try and see what happens," I said hesitantly.

"Now that I've answered your question, I would appreciate it if you could answer mine. Given your refusal to see anyone in the past month, why did you choose me without knowing my history? It seems to be the only reason anyone wants to meet with me anymore."

"My... well, my husband John has been trying to get me into therapy ever since I returned, but I've fought against it. Then recently he made another attempt, this time mentioning a specific therapist--your name--rather than just suggesting therapy in general. I had heard your name somewhere before, but I didn't know much about you. Nevertheless, I decided to take a chance and call your office."

"So, your husband was the one who suggested that you see me, even though people have branded me, even if it is a gross exaggeration, as the doctor who encourages women to sleep with their sons?"

"Yes," I replied, intrigued.

"Now I definitely know that we have a lot to talk about," Tracy replied incredulously.

**

I returned a few days later for my first "coaching session," as they were officially termed, even though I fully expected it to be the same as therapy. Of course, nothing about Tracy seemed standard or textbook; all I could think about were the revelations I had uncovered during our initial meeting. However, I didn't have time to dwell on that now, as I was not alone in the waiting room this time. A woman sat on the other side of the room. I only glanced at her as I entered, but she was quite an attractive chestnut-haired brunette who appeared to be in her late thirties. Her elegant attire was the only other detail I noticed; the royal blue dress paired with a white jacket complemented her angular yet feminine features perfectly. We sat in silence for about five minutes, during which I averted my gaze, pretending to check my phone when I heard her speak up.

"Excuse me, this may sound silly, but you look very familiar," the woman asked curiously.

Although it rarely happened anymore, people still occasionally recognized me from the news coverage of our rescue. I instinctively slipped into my standard defense mode, attempting to look away and deflect her attention. I'd hoped she would give up trying to communicate with me, but now the woman had stood up and approached me.

"You shop at that organic food market on 5th Street, don't you? she asked. "I'm sure I've seen you there."

"Oh... uh... yes, sometimes," I replied. In truth, I shopped there frequently, but I felt too intimidated to reveal that information to this stranger. Before my time on the island, I was a fairly healthy eater, but ever since returning, the taste of anything processed had become nearly unbearable. The small market I discovered downtown had proven to be perfect for my needs, both in terms of the quality of goods they offered and the ability to avoid the supermarket crowds that more than ever felt suffocating to me.

I looked up to see the woman standing before me, realizing that she was likely closer to fifty than my initial estimate. Nevertheless, she was still quite attractive, with a slender physique and golden skin.

"My name is Marla," she said. "I'm just waiting for the receptionist so I can book my next appointment. Are you here to see Dr. Tracy?"

"Dr. Tracy?" I asked, amused. I didn't intend to engage in a discussion about her not being an actual doctor anymore, but it struck me as an unusual way to address her.

"A nickname that a few of us ladies gave her," Marla chuckled in response. "She seems to get a kick out of it. So, are you here to see her?"

"Uh, not really," I stammered, searching for a plausible excuse. "I suppose you could call it a preliminary meeting."

I remembered how Tracy had told me that her clientele list basically consisted of adult mothers and sons who were either already sleeping with one another or seeking to establish such a relationship. I now realized that the elegant, well-dressed woman in front of me was likely one of them. I glanced up at Marla, doing my best to conceal any signs of judgment, and felt relieved to see none reflected in her pretty brown, almond-shaped eyes.

"I meant to say yes, but this is my first appointment," I replied, "so I'm still nervous about the whole thing."

"You have nothing to worry about," Marla smiled reassuringly. "Dr. Tracy is a very compassionate and understanding woman, as well as an excellent therapist."

"And..." Marla added, "If you're interested, ask Dr. Tracy about Thursday nights. Once or twice a month, we have a group therapy session with the doctor, and there are no extra fees to attend."

"Thanks, but I don't anticipate anything like that happening anytime soon," I said uneasily.

"Of course," Marla replied.

"We're ready to see you now, Mrs. Morris," the receptionist announced, making his presence known as he entered the room. "Mrs. Jones, I'll return shortly to schedule your next appointment if you can wait a little longer."

"The receptionist was the same young man I'd encountered during my first visit, and once again, he seemed quite pleasant as he escorted me back to the room where I had first met Tracy. I waited for about five minutes, and then she entered the room. She was bright and cheerful, and like our initial meeting, she exhibited a demeanor that naturally put me at ease, especially compared to the nervous wreck I'd been on my way to her office.

"If it's alright, I'd like to discuss your time on the island with Daniel," Tracy began as we settled into two soft, plush chairs in her office.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"You raised him there from childhood and did your best to educate him in the three R's and so forth," she began.

"And then, when he was old enough, you also became his sexual mentor as well. Is that right?"

"Well, not exactly," I replied. I went on to describe how the change in our relationship had occurred, explaining how we would eventually accept that the only way we could ever find love again would be in each other's arms.

"The sex was an important part of what happened, but it wasn't the main thing," I attempted to explain. "It was more of a natural extension of the emotions we were experiencing at that moment."

"Still, your son was going through a lot of changes," Tracy said. "Physically, emotionally... sexually. You must have felt a significant sense of responsibility, being his only guide during such a difficult time."

"I did... it was very important to me that Daniel experience the closest thing to a normal development as possible. I tried my best to encourage him, to build up his confidence in himself as a young man and... as a lover." My voice became unexpectedly emotional as I spoke, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Tracy.

"He was incredibly lucky to have you, Abby," she said reassuringly.

"And not just because you're such a lovely woman," Tracy added, attempting to lighten the mood a bit.

"Thank you, Tracy, that means a lot to me," I replied, doing my best to hold back the tears in my eyes. Hearing someone say those words truly felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.

Just then, the intercom on Tracy's desk interrupted.

"Sorry for the interruption, but your appointment for the next hour has just canceled," the receptionist said.

I see... well, if Mrs. Morris would like to, she can stay a little longer; we won't even charge her for it," Tracy suggested. I was still feeling the emotional effects of what we had just said to one another, but I managed to nod in response. It did feel really good to unburden myself with Tracy.

"Okay, so I'll be with Mrs. Morris until about noon," Tracy replied into the intercom.

"Are we still on for lunch then?" the disembodied voice asked.

"Of course, dear."

"Okay, see you then, Mom..."

I was somewhat taken aback by his final words, although in hindsight, I should have suspected something. Tracy, being the trained observer, immediately noticed my reaction.

"My son, Jason," she began, "I couldn't find a reliable receptionist for years, and then I finally realized I had the perfect one right under my nose."

I sat there, still unsure of what to say, my mind racing at a million miles per hour.

"And yes, Abby, Jason and I have been lovers for about a year now," she added with a knowing smile. "I told you that you wouldn't be judged in this office; we don't do that here. I hope that rule applies to me as well."

"Um... no... of course not," I stammered.

"When my husband died, I was devastated," Tracy said. "I barely wanted to continue living. I know that probably sounds odd coming from a therapist, but we're human too. Jason was the only thing that kept me going--his love and, yes, his affection. When it became clear that his overtures towards me went beyond that of a son for his mother, I reacted the same way you did with Daniel. I was shocked, appalled, and embarrassed. I was convinced that I'd failed him as a mother, that I'd failed in life as a woman."

"But you weren't stranded on a deserted island with nowhere else to turn," I said.

"In a way, I was, especially being a medical professional myself. I had built up a significant ego, believing that I knew better than everyone, especially a twenty-year-old man. However, my Jason, well, he doesn't give up so easily. It took a lot of time and effort on his part, along with a great deal of love, but eventually, I embraced his way of thinking. His wants and desires, both emotionally and physically, became my own as well. Our first night together... I'll never forget it. He said, 'I just want to love you, Mother,' and there was such a sweet gentleness in his voice that all my fears dissipated. By the time he began removing my clothes, I just stood calmly before him and allowed him to do so. As I stood before him, naked as much in both body and soul, I saw the most loving look in his eyes as he told me how beautiful I was. At that moment, I knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me. The two of us have never looked back."

"That's why I couldn't turn away the patient I told you about, the one I called Sarah," Tracy continued.

"Or why my practice became what it is today. This lifestyle you and I both lead, isn't as black and white an issue as what I used to believe. It's important that the people who are going through what you are now know that."

"And what am I going through, exactly?" I asked, genuinely not sure.

"Shame, embarrassment, guilt... and a whole lot more."

"I guess that's true," I admitted.

"That's why you need to get everything out in the open, at least in a comfortable setting like this one. Not that the outside world will ever understand, but you need to know that there are people like me who do."

"I'm not sure where to begin," I said hesitatingly.

"Start with when you and Daniel first became lovers, back on the island. It must have been quite something, being able to guide your own son in the art of physical love."

"It was different... I mean never in a million years did I think as a mom that one day I'd be showing Daniel how to... you know... do those things."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Abby, in fact, if anything I envy you," Tracy said. "Being able to teach your son how to be a man, and I'm sure Daniel never felt safer than he did with you. Just another example of how you were a better mom than he could have ever asked for."

"Well... thanks... I guess," I replied sheepishly.

"But I'm more interested in what you were going through Abby," Tracy said.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"I mean it must have been quite the journey for you too, Abby, erotically speaking. Being able to experience all of those sexual feelings with Daniel for the first time, teaching him along the way while discovering so many new things about yourself too. I mean, I bet learning to take that giant cock of his on a regular basis was something on its own."

Tracy actually chuckled at that last sentence, and I looked up at her in surprise.

"Come on, Abby, you're among friends here," she continued, sounding even more amused now. "Remember, I saw the pictures of you and Daniel from when you were rescued. Those cutoff jeans of his didn't leave a lot to the imagination."

"They were too small... it's not like we had a lot of clothes to choose from the wreckage that managed to wash ashore." I tried to sound logical, which if anything made Tracy chuckle even louder.

"Not that I'm complaining about my Jason, but if he had a monster like that downstairs... well, let's just say I'm impressed you were able to keep your hands to yourself for as long as you did."

"As I mentioned earlier, it wasn't like that at all between us. Our relationship developed much more slowly and naturally over time."

"I'm sorry for teasing you, Abby," Tracy said, her tone now serious once more. "I am glad to hear you use the word 'natural.' Because, despite what you may believe, what happened between you and Daniel was entirely understandable, and yes, even natural."

"But back to what I was saying earlier, Abby," Tracy continued. "I want you to talk about the sexual journey you experienced with Daniel."

"Is that really necessary?" I asked.

"Yes, it is. Both of us have experienced something few women could ever understand. It's one thing to have good sex, but something entirely different to reach those erotic heights with your own son. It took me a long time to understand it myself. At first, I felt guilty, as if I were tarnishing my late husband's memory by enjoying sex so much more with his son. But then I realized that it had nothing to do with things like cock size or performance, as wonderful as Jason is in those regards. It's because... it's because he's my son that my sex life has never been better. I didn't even want to believe it was possible at first, but now I know it's the truth."

"I... I feel the same way," I admitted. Hearing Tracy make such a confession felt good, and it emboldened me to speak further.

"Despite all the years apart, I still felt very much like a happily married woman. It took a great deal of persuasion from Daniel before he convinced me that I needed to put those memories away and try to build new ones with him if we wanted to make the most of the time we had left. And then when we started having sex... at first I told myself that it was only because I'd gone so long without, but deep down, I knew that wasn't true. Even considering Daniel's inexperience, it was easily the best sex I'd ever had."

"The orgasms must have been incredible," Tracy chimed in. "I know mine were with Jason. They still are, even a year later."

"Mind-blowing," I replied.

"But being able to teach Daniel how to make love on top of all that... that's something I didn't even get to do with Jason. I can only imagine how amazing that must have been."

"His natural curiosity and enthusiasm," I said with a small chuckle, "was really something. I felt like I was learning a lot of it myself for the first time."

"Going through all of that, and with your son of all people... that's why the orgasms were so intense, Abby. You must realize by now that admitting this does not mean you are betraying your husband."

"Lying on your back, with your legs draped over your muscular son's shoulders, and looking him in the eye as he pounds into you tirelessly with... with his huge cock... with a love and desire that you know only have grown because of the eighteen years you raised him as your son... it gave my orgasms an intensity that I never could have predicted. It was hard for me to admit that John never made me cum like that, and yes, I did feel guilty about it for a long time. In a way, I still do."

"But you must understand that the bond you share with Daniel goes beyond what you could feel with anyone else, even your husband. And then, combining those two feelings into one... well, gives you orgasms that practically make you pass out. That's the way it is for me and Jason; I don't doubt it's the same for you and Daniel."

"It's not just that, I mean, I still feel a little weird saying this, but Daniel was... is... a much better lover than John," I admitted.

"How so?" Tracy asked.

"For one thing, he loves, I mean loves oral sex," I began. "I was the same way with going down on John, but he didn't care much for doing it for me."

"I guess this is a case of, 'like mother, like son,' then" Tracy quipped back.

"Maybe," I replied, trying to relax better after hearing Tracy's small joke.

"Experiencing a cock like Daniel's, and an eager tongue to boot... you must have been one happy woman then," Tracy added with a smile.

"I was," I replied, sounding a bit mischievous now. "And you were right about Daniel's pants, with them being so small... well, after we became lovers he often didn't wear them at all."

"A good-looking young man walking around naked, with his giant cock on display. I'm amazed you got any work done at all!" Tracy quipped.

"Oftentimes we didn't," I smiled impishly, "especially since... well, he was so comfortable like that I..."

"Did mama like to be naked with her boy too?" Tracy saucily teased.

"Yes," I confessed.

"My goodness, the two of you must have been cumming together day and night," Tracy joked, laughing even harder now.

"You could say that..." I replied sheepishly.

"But it was so much more than that," I continued. "As you said, Tracy, witnessing Daniel's sexual maturation was also special. I loved watching him discover himself, and I did everything I could to encourage him."

"Such as?" Tracy asked.

"Well, this may sound a bit weird, but almost from the beginning, Daniel was completely fascinated with... my butt."

"That's not weird, you have a breathtaking figure, Abby," Tracy remarked.

"Thanks, but, I don't mean just fondling or squeezing or even kissing. I mean, he loved to finger it or use his tongue there."

"That's not a big deal, Abby, you're a smart enough girl to know that," Tracy said.

"I understand, but it was never a part of my sex life before, especially with John, so it took me some time to adjust. Daniel could sense my unease, and it worried him at first, but then I explained the situation. I didn't want to dissuade him from exploring his sexuality, however, so I encouraged him to continue. In fact, I even did the same back to him, which he seemed to really enjoy."

"Very different from your sex life with John," Tracy interjected.

"Exactly," I continued. "Well, it was pretty obvious from Daniel's behavior that he was going to eventually ask to use his cock there, so I was already considering which oils we had that would be suitable for it."

"You truly were an understanding lover, Abby, I don't think you give yourself enough credit for that. And an amazing mom. Never doubt that."

"As I anticipated, it was only a couple of days after we became lovers that Daniel asked me about anal sex. He was aware that I had never tried it before, and if anything, that made him even more enthusiastic about the prospect of sharing new experiences together."

"How did you feel about it, Abby?"

"I was nervous, of course. Aside from the obvious reasons, well, you were right about Daniel; he is a lot bigger than average."

"Much more than your husband?" Tracy inquired.

"I mean, I never had any complaints about John, but let's just say that if you were in the dark, you wouldn't have any trouble knowing who was who. Wherever Daniel inherited that thing from, it sure wasn't from his dad."

"Obviously from your side of the family, Abby. In fact, sexually speaking you and Daniel have a lot in common."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have a curvy physique that goes well beyond the average. In the old days, they would say you were built for childbirth."

"Or lots of great sex," Tracy added with a chuckle. "Daniel is the same way with being so naturally uninhibited. I bet he ejaculates a ton when he orgasms too."

"He does," I replied with some trepidation. "I never said anything to Daniel about it, thinking I might worry him, but it's a lot more than I've ever seen with any other man."

"Nothing to be concerned about, Abby; it's perfectly natural for him. For some men, a heightened sex drive is naturally stronger than for others. If you share that trait with Daniel, as I suspect you do, then it's no wonder you two were doing it as often as you were. Besides, what else is there to do to pass the time on a deserted island? Did you enjoy having anal sex with him?"

"I admit, it took some getting used to," I replied. "To this day, I don't think I like it as much as he does, but when I'm in the mood for it, yeah, I definitely enjoy it. Most of the time, though, it's better if we stick to the regular way, and Daniel uses his finger on my ass. Or uses the dildo that he made for me..."

"Daniel made you a dildo?" Tracy asked, taken aback with surprise.

"Three of them, actually," I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed and turning slightly red. "All very well-crafted, too."

"My goodness, you two were having an even better time than I had imagined," Tracy chuckled back.

"There's something else I need to talk about, Tracy," I said, trying to change the subject to something more serious.

"Daniel... almost from the very beginning, Daniel has told me how badly he wants to impregnate me. At first, I thought it was merely a sexual fantasy; I'd even indulge him by... you know... talking dirty to him about it while we were having sex. It was a huge turn-on for him, me egging him on to give me a baby while he was fucking me. There'd be a fire in his eyes that was so intense, even for him, and it drove him crazy. I admit, it eventually became a big turn-on for me too, seeing Daniel get so wild like that. You were right about him; he has a physique almost like he was born for sex, and once he mastered how to use his body properly the fucking became out of this world."

"But whenever Daniel indulged in his impregnation kinks too, well... the intensity reached new levels even by our standards. All I can remember was being nearly delirious as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, clinging on for dear life as Daniel took control. At that point, I'd lose it too, screaming at the top of my lungs for him to give me his baby, fully aware of how much it was a turn-on for him. To be honest, it was for me too, and my orgasms would be longer and more intense than ever."

"It's okay, Abby; there's nothing to be ashamed of, Tracy said, sensing the trepidation in my voice.

"I'm alright," I assured her, "but it is nice to hear someone say that. You were right; I did discover a lot about myself sexually with Daniel. But as far as having a child is concerned, it wasn't just sex talk for Daniel. He spoke about it in more serious terms as well, even though I kept insisting that it was wrong for us to bring a child into such a harsh environment. After having Daniel, I couldn't get pregnant again; it was one of those things that even the doctors weren't sure about... and now that we're back..."

"Daniel wants you to try again," Tracy said, completing my sentence.

"Yes."

"You could; I'm sure medical science has advanced significantly since you last tried. Do you want to have another child, Abby?"

"I did, for the longest time. I suppose I still do."

"With Daniel?"

"I... I'm not sure," I stammered.

"Maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves here, Abby," Tracy said with a reassuring smile. "There's so much more we need to talk about. I am particularly interested in hearing about when you first returned home and what happened with your husband."

"It was hard, really hard, I'm not even sure where to start," I said.

"How about telling me about what your husband was doing while you and Daniel were lost at sea," Tracy offered.

"John tried to find us for the first few years, unsuccessfully, of course, hiring private search companies to look for us. Along with other families who had lost loved ones, he filed a class-action lawsuit against the company for negligence. It appears they were aware of the impending storm and that we should not have been out that day. Although it was a small company to sue, they had plenty of insurance. Long story short, John was awarded five million dollars in damages."

"Okay, good to know," Tracy said, "but I'm more interested in what John himself was doing. Did he ever remarry?"

"No, after several years of searching for us... for me... he finally lost hope. He sought counseling and eventually attempted to date again, but he hasn't done much of it. He said it 'wasn't just the same' for him after losing me."

"How did you feel about it, Abby? What was it like to be reunited with John after so many years?"

"It was so weird... surreal... like being in the same room with a stranger, or a ghost," I replied, struggling to organize my thoughts. "I felt so sorry for John; after so many years of dreaming about my return, the last thing he deserved was this. But I couldn't help it. The moment he first saw me again, John rushed over and embraced me, sobbing uncontrollably and showering my head with kisses, but it was only after a few seconds that he sensed it--the coldness of my response. And in the background, I could sense Daniel's eyes on us, knowing full-well what he was feeling."

"And what was that, Abby?"

"Anger, seething anger. Resentment, jealousy. Despite not having any human contact for so many years, I knew exactly how Daniel viewed me. I was his lover, his wife, his woman now. And he was fiercely protective of keeping things that way."

"What was the relationship between John and Daniel like before you became stranded?" Tracy asked.

"It was fine, but... well, John was working a lot, which meant he never got to spend that much time with Daniel. It didn't mean he didn't love him; however, as a consequence, Daniel was always much closer to me than to his father."

"And now he clearly saw John as his rival," Tracy concluded.

"I felt terrible. It wasn't fair to either of them, but especially to John. After being reunited with us after so long, the last thing he deserved was the cold, distant reception he got from both Daniel and me."

"I tried... I tried so hard to smooth things over with John, to at least give him the impression that things would be okay between us again someday, but I just couldn't," I said in frustration.

"Do you think he ever suspected... about you and Daniel?" Tracy asked.

"Not at first; I doubt a thought that... peverse... could have even entered his mind. It didn't prevent me from being terrified from being found out though. We didn't say much during the hour-long drive back home from where we had been reunited; John could see that Daniel and I were in no mood to talk, so we all remained silent. When we finally arrived home, it was quite late, and John suggested that we all turn in for the night. Daniel went back to his old room, which must have felt surreal as hell for him, while I reluctantly went back to our room with John, fully aware that Daniel would be furious at the mere thought of me sharing a bed again with John."

"When we got there however, I knew I couldn't go through with it; too much had changed," I continued. "I told John I needed some time alone. I could see that he was deeply hurt, but he was also kind and considerate, offering to leave me while he went to use the guest room. Fortunately, that room is on the other side of the house because, well... a few hours later I got a visit... from Daniel."

"Oh my goodness!" Tracy exclaimed in surprise.

"I immediately knew what he wanted, crawling in to bed with me, just as I soon discovered that he was completely naked. We hadn't had sex for several days, and of course he was horny. Truth be told, I probably would have been too if I hadn't been so on edge. On the island, we rarely went more than a day without doing something amorous together, but this wasn't just about the sex..."

"It was about him wanting to re-establish his role as your lover," Tracy added, "or perhaps to confirm it for both of you."

"Exactly. But whatever his motives, I still wasn't willing to take a chance--at least not with John still in the house."

"Is Daniel your lover, Abby? Was everything that happened on the island merely a matter of circumstance, or have you consciously chosen him to be your lover now as well?"

"How could you even ask me that? After what you shared about your own son, you should understand my feelings better than anybody."

"I do," Tracy smiled back. "But it was still important for me to ask. After having John come back into your life, I can only imagine how confusing things must have been for you. I'm not sure how I would have handled the situation you just described."

"I told Daniel that it was too risky for us to have sex, and the last thing we needed was for John to find soiled sheets in our bed the next morning. However, once again, he was too determined to listen. In the end, we managed to reach a compromise. It was a full moon that night, and I went over to the window where there was more than enough light for us to see each other. There, standing up, we made love, with Daniel taking me from behind."

"The two of you, bathed in moonlight together, making sweet love... it actually sounds quite romantic to me," Tracy said with a warm smile.

"It was," I replied, breaking into a tiny smile. "But it was so much more than that. I had endured so much that day with John; being able to reconnect with Daniel felt as if we were in our own little world once again. At first, I tried to stifle my sex sounds, the fear of being caught still fresh in my mind, but the more intense Daniel's fucking became the more I decided that John being on the other side of the house made it safe for me to let go. It started out with soft moans and sharp cries of passion, but by the end I was practically screaming as Daniel's cock ravaged me. He was losing it too, banging into my ass so hard that I'm sure that clapping sound of our aroused bodies was even loud enough to escape the confines of our room. It felt like a jackhammer pummeling me, with Daniel fucking me relentlessly the way he knows I like it. When my orgasm finally hit, well, I can hardly remember anything except for the wailing scream I let out, which thankfully John didn't hear."

"Maybe he did," Tracy suggested. "After all, he did send you to see me."

"I don't think so," I replied. "John's suspicion must have grown eventually for him to sent me here, but at that point I believe he was still unaware."

"So you left no evidence of what you'd been up to that night?"

"After Daniel... well, came... it was a lot just as usual. For the sake of trying to get us cleaned up, I quickly led him to the adjoining bathroom and into the shower. It's a nice, modern shower, or at least it was ten years ago, but terribly small. In fact, back in the old days, John didn't even want to use it, so we referred to it as 'my' shower. So you can imagine how tight a fit it was to have both Daniel and I in there together. But if anything, it made the experience that much more erotic though, as we held each other under the steamy water, our hands touching and exploring one another in such sweet and intimate ways."

"Sounds like it was a very special moment for you," Tracy added warmly.

"It was," I replied. "Once again, it felt as though the rest of the world had vanished, leaving only Daniel and me together. We were kissing, and it was so deep and intense, our mouths and tongues moving in perfect harmony. That level of passion was something I had never imagined possible before Daniel. I could feel the arousal building in both of us, and if the cramped space had permitted, I would have gladly gone to my knees to take Daniel into my mouth. Knowing him, I was certain he felt the same way; the desire for him to eat my pussy was just as strong. He managed to slip a finger inside me, and I did my best to stroke his cock in return. I could sense that we were both approaching orgasm when Daniel suddenly surprised me by lifting me into the air. I knew exactly what he had in mind--we had done this a few times before on the island--Daniel skillfully lowering me into a position where his cock could enter me while he held me aloft.

"Wow, he really is something," Tracy said in awe.

"You don't know the half of it," I replied, my cheeks flushing slightly. "With Daniel raising and lowering me while I did my best to keep up, I managed to bounce up and down, now impaled on his big cock. The hot water enveloping us intensified the sensation, making it truly amazing. It wasn't long before I was screaming out that I was cumming again, even louder than before, as Daniel filled me once more with another load of his sticky semen."

"In our own world, just Daniel and me together," Tracy said, echoing some of the words I'd used. "Abby, do you wish the two of you had never been rescued?"

"Now you sound like Daniel," I said, a hint of frustration in my voice. "He says that all the time. He's even mentioned us getting a boat and secretly sailing back there together."

"And what did you tell him?"

"It's a pretty dream, but nothing more," I answered. "Things happen to you in life, whether you like it or not. The important thing is to try and move forward, not get stuck in memories of the past. I learned this during my time with Daniel on the island. It's a big part of why I was able to reconcile my old life with John and embark on a new one with Daniel."

"You really did learn a lot about yourself on that island, Abby."

"Yes, I grew a lot emotionally, and yes, sexually too..."

"Such as?"

"I learned about what turns me on," I replied.

"And what's that?" Tracy asked.

"Daniel," I sheepishly replied.

"I think we've talked about enough for today, Abby. Why don't you come back next week?"

"Um... well, there is still a lot happening at home, Tracy. There are things I haven't talked about yet."

"And you can't wait a week," Tracy said, completing my thought. "I do have some time available tomorrow, but I have another session scheduled at that time as well. You can sit in on it if you wish."

"What?" I asked, surprised. "What are you talking about?"

"Part of the 'coaching' I do here involves listening in on sessions with other patients, of course with their consent. I will ask Carly and Josh about it after you leave and let you know if there are any objections, but I don't anticipate any. They've had others sit in on their sessions before."

"I don't know, Tracy, this all feels strange to me," I said uneasily. "Besides, it doesn't happen often anymore, but strangers still recognize me sometimes. I don't think I could handle something like that happening here."

"You can stay in the back of the room. With the lights off, they won't be able to see you clearly, and you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

"I guess it's okay then," I said, still feeling quite anxious about the entire situation.

"It's unfortunate that you feel so bad about your past, Abby. I know for a fact that many women admire you for the courage and resilience you showed in such challenging circumstances. If the women who come here knew that you were one of them too... I'm certain it would mean a lot to them."

***

When I got to the office the following day, Tracy greeted me in her office, and the butterflies I felt were stronger than ever before--something she sensed immediately.

"Don't worry, you're like a fly on the wall here," she reassured me. "You don't have to say or do anything."

"I still don't really understand how this is part of my treatment if it's not even my session," I said.

"I don't think Carly and Josh will be with me for the full hour, so we'll have some time after to ourselves. Regarding sitting in on their session, there is a certain comfort in knowing that you're not alone in dealing with this subject. Again, you don't need to say anything, but it's a shame because Carly is going through a critical moment with Josh and I have no doubt that hearing from someone of your 'stature' would go a long way towards easing her apprehension."

"What is this critical moment?" I asked, attempting to dismiss her remark about me being some sort of celebrity or expert. "Or are you not allowed to tell me?"

"I'm allowed to talk about it, they've given their consent," Tracy replied. "Carly was going through a difficult time, struggling with her feelings for Josh. It was eating her up inside, but after a fair amount of counseling, she was able to come to terms with all that. I later began seeing Josh as well, separately, of course, and after numerous conversations with him, I finally discovered that he'd long harbored similar feelings for her."

"But what's this 'critical moment' you talked about?" I asked again.

"Carly and Josh have come to accept their feelings for one another, but it's still very hard for them to talk about, and the final barrier--unsurprisingly-- is proving to be the toughest one of all."

"I still don't quite follow," I said.

"The physical one. It's one thing to have emotions of love, desire, even lust for someone else, but putting those feelings into action is another story, especially when that other person is..."

"Your son," I said, finishing Tracy's sentence.

"Or your mother," Tracy added. "Although in Josh's case, he's more than ready. It's Carly who needs our help today."

***

Tracy led me into another room, larger than the main office we'd been using thus far, but more sparsely furnished. As she had promised, there was a single chair at the back, and with all the lights turned off in that part of the room, the others would not be able to see more of me than a dark silhouette. In contrast, the front of the room was brightly lit, with a single chair positioned at the front that almost made me feel as though I were watching a one-person stage play or something. The woman--Carly, I assumed--entered first, escorted by Tracy's son/receptionist Jason.

"Why don't you get settled in first, Carly? Tracy said. "Josh should be here shortly."

I could see the nerves on the woman's face, making me wonder why she had consented to having me here at all, but nevertheless watched in silence as she removed her coat. Carly was shorter than me, with a much more petite frame, but still quite attractive. She appeared to be in her early forties, with mid-length blonde hair done up in a textured style that flattered the shape of her face. She was wearing a black blouse that was snug, almost too tight, but sensually hugged her artfully delicate, feminine figure. The top accentuated her breasts, which looked to be about a C-cup, but on someone as small as Carly seemed much larger while still remaining proportionate. The gray slacks she wore complemented her outfit perfectly, and the stylish belt added an attractive touch without being gaudy. Overall, she was well-dressed, but not excessively so.

Josh entered a few minutes later, once again accompanied by Jason. Carly looked up, offering him a quick greeting and a smile, but her nerves quickly overwhelmed her, preventing her from settling down. As Josh removed his coat, I was immediately struck by his rugged good looks--a tall, strong young man in his early twenties, with a square jaw and an Ivy League-style haircut that complemented his sandy brown hair.

"Josh, your mom seems to be feeling a bit nervous today. I know you sometimes give her a neck massage after a long day at work. Perhaps she would appreciate one now?"

"Sure," Josh replied.

"Carly?" Tracy inquired.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," Carly said.

Carly was seated at the front of the room, her wooden chair positioned to my right, while Tracy occupied the chair facing her. Josh then approached from behind his mother, standing as he gently massaged her neck and shoulders.

"Better?" Tracy asked.

"Yes, I suppose," Carly replied. Although she was still quite nervous, Josh's gentle ministrations gradually calmed her. It was difficult not to notice his touch--so soft, loving, and even a bit sensual. Josh clearly had ample experience in this, as he seemed to find just the right spots to help Carly feel at ease. It made me wonder how none of these massages had led to something more between them, if that was what they both secretly desired, or if perhaps the massages themselves had been the catalyst that brought them to this point. In any case, Carly did relax significantly, which was impressive given the conversation she was having with Tracy.

They were reflecting on her past, particularly regarding her feelings for Josh and how they had evolved from a simple maternal affection into something deeper. Josh stood silently, listening as the two women discussed him as if he were not present, doing nothing but continuing to work his magic on Carly's shoulders.

"I attempted to speak with other women, particularly mothers of sons, about my experiences. I wanted to find common ground that might help explain my situation, hoping it was something else..."

"And not attraction," Tracy said, completing Carly's sentence for her.

"Yes," Carly replied meekly. "But I didn't get anywhere with them. If anything, I'd get strange looks whenever I took the conversation too far, which made me even more self-conscious as I'd quickly backpedal and then change the subject. That's why I'm so grateful to have found you, Tracy. I don't know what I would have done otherwise."

"I'm glad I was here for you Carly," she replied.

"For both of you," Tracy added, flashing Josh a quick smile. It was the first time either of them had acknowledged him since the beginning of the session.

"I'm glad I got to know you over the past few months. You are both remarkable people, and you are an exceptional mother as well, Carly; Josh is lucky to have you."

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me," Carly replied. I could hear her voice becoming choked with emotion, and she was practically in tears. "This has all been so difficult for me, you know..."

"You've had more than your fair share of demons to wrestle with, that's for sure," Tracy said. I didn't fully understand what she meant by that, but of course I knew that not everything was going to make sense to me today.

"But that's when having a loving partner can make a world of difference," Tracy continued. "Sometimes, a couple like you just needs that extra little push, someone to tell you that you have their blessing. Well, Carly, for what it's worth, you and Josh have my blessing."

"I just... I dunno..." Carly said, her voice faltering. "I never expected... I just assumed... that Josh would prefer to be out chasing girls his own age."

"Never underestimate the value of an older woman," Tracy replied with a chuckle. "A lot of younger men appreciate our experience, our wit, our charm, and wisdom. And many will swear to you that we're exceptional in bed as well. Especially when the woman is as attractive as you are Carly."

"Well, thanks," Carly replied shyly.

"Come now, there's no need for you to be modest here, Carly. I'm sure you were quite beautiful back in your twenties. That hasn't changed just because your age starts with a 'four' now. Isn't that right, Josh?"

"Absolutely," Josh replied with a smile.

"That top you're wearing today... your breasts look amazing in it," Tracy teased. "Did you wear that just for Josh?"

"I... well..." Carly stammered, clearly taken by surprise.

"It's okay, Carly. Remember, we're here to get these things out in the open."

"I... sometimes I get the impression that Josh is trying to check them out," Carly replied sheepishly.

"And so you wore that tight blouse today in order to get his attention," Tracy concluded.

"Yes," Carly replied meekly.

"Is that true, Josh? Have you been checking out your mom's tits when she isn't aware? Tracy asked.

"It's..." Josh started, chuckling awkwardly. "It's kinda hard not to... I mean, they're so nice and curvy. And sexy."

"And big," Tracy added. "I've always wondered if they were real. Breasts that size on a petite woman like you."

"Yes, absolutely," Carly asserted confidently. "100% natural."

"I bet they feel as wonderful as they look, Tracy said, glancing past Carly to meet Josh's gaze. A hint of trepidation flickered across Josh's face, but Tracy offered him a reassuring nod. With that encouragement, Josh's hands, which had been gently massaging Carly's shoulders, slowly moved down to cup her shapely breasts.

"Oh... oh my..." Carly said with a husky moan.

"Does that feel good, Carly?" Tracy asked.

"Oh God, yes," she answered, her voice now laced with arousal as well.

Josh was really working his hands into Carly's breasts now. It was slow, soft, and incredibly sensual, watching his fingers knead her ample mounds, the flesh often spilling out over his fingers as he squeezed and caressed them. As for Carly, she had her head back now, eyes closed, reveling in the experience, softly moaning as she enjoyed every moment of her son's marvelous touch.

"So many times Josh gave you those massages, Carly," Tracy said, breaking the silence that had lingered for several minutes. I bet you wish they'd been more like this."

"Yes, it's so true, Tracy," Carly replied, her voice still tinged with arousal but now also carrying a hint of sadness. "I'd have thoughts about it every time."

"What about you, Josh? I bet you were just dying to touch Carly's beautiful tits."

"I'd be so close and yet so far," Josh replied with a wistful chuckle. "And it'd be tearing me up inside."

"I wish I'd known, son," Carly said. It was the first time she had spoken directly to Josh, slightly surprising both Tracy and Josh for a moment. "Things might have been so different for us."

"It's okay, Mom; that's all in the past," Josh replied with quiet confidence. "We only need to focus on the future now."

"Nevertheless, I would still like to know a little more about your habit of peeking at Carly's tits, Josh. How long have you been doing that?

"Maybe a year," he replied. "I mean I always knew they were gorgeous, just like the rest of Mom is, but... you know... it's one thing to know it, and another thing to feel it."

"You mean to lust after it," Tracy added with a nod.

"And what about you, Carly? How long have you been trying to get Josh's attention like this?

"About the same time," she replied. "Sometimes... sometimes I'd get kind of bold about it too."

"Bold?" Tracy asked. "You mean horny?"

"Yes," Carly admitted.

"How?"

"I'd wear this white t-shirt around the house. It wasn't anything new, I'd often worn it before, but always with something over it, because, it's... well, very tight, and just a bit see-through."

"And so you wore it alone, as a top, to attract Josh's attention."

"Not only that, Tracy. There was a time when I was feeling... I guess looking back you could say I was feeling especially horny... because I wore it around Josh without putting on a bra either. I tried to act natural, pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary, but inside my heart was racing with excitement."

"Do you remember this, Josh?" Tracy asked.

"Of course I did," he replied. "My eyes practically popped out when I saw Mom like that."

"I bet that's not the only thing that was popping out, on her or you," Tracy added with a sly chuckle.

"What about you, Carly? You must have felt incredibly sexy, being aroused like that and showing off your body to your son."

"It didn't quite go that way," Carly replied. "I'm not entirely sure what I should have expected from Josh. As I said, I was kinda getting carried away, but he found a way to leave the room as quickly as he could."

"Josh?" Tracy inquired.

"Mom, you looked incredible," Josh said, sounding more conciliatory than anything. "So hot... it turned me on so much... but that was the problem. I wasn't sure how to handle it, and I was afraid that if you saw how... excited... I was."

"Did you get an erection from it?" Tracy asked.

"Yes," he admitted. "I left the room to go back to my bedroom to... you know... take care of the problem."

"You went to jack off," Tracy clarified. "While fantasizing about Carly?"

"Yes," Josh replied.

"Oh my God, I never knew," Carly said, her voice practically lamenting. "I just... I guess I assumed you were revolted by it."

"You have a gorgeous body," Tracy said. "No man would find you revolting. However, it's easy to have that impression when it's your own son. How does that make you feel, Carly, knowing that Josh was in his room, stroking his hard cock with thoughts of you to fuel his desire?"

"It's... it's exciting," Carly replied with a nervous laugh.

"What if you had gone after Josh, Carly? What if the door had been unlocked and you found him standing naked in the middle of the room, his hand wrapped around his big cock, stroking it rapidly, desperately trying to cum as his mind was overtaken with of images of you? What would you have done?"

"I probably would have been too scared to do anything," she admitted.

"And if you knew everything that you do now? If Josh asked you to suck his cock for him, would you have done that? Would you have enjoyed it too?"

"I... I..." Carly's nerves had clearly resurfaced, prompting Tracy to speak up once more.

"It's okay, Carly; it's normal to feel nervous," Tracy said, soothing her once more.

"You're wearing a bra today, aren't you Carly? Did you pick it out for Josh, to wear for him today?" Tracy asked, trying a different tactic with her now.

"Yes," she replied quietly. "I thought with today... you know..."

"I'm sure Josh would love to see it. Why don't you raise your arms for us?"

Carly complied with Tracy's request, while Josh, still standing behind the chair in which Carly was seated, reached down and pulled the top over his mother's outstretched arms. Beneath it was a black, lacy push-up bra.

"My goodness, it's so sexy," Tracy remarked. "Are you wearing the matching panties with it too?"

"Yes," Carly replied, her tone now mostly calm now.

"You are a lucky man, Josh--very fortunate indeed," Tracy said, smiling at him.

"I know," he replied.

Seemingly unable to restrain himself any longer, Josh's hands returned to cupping Carly's tits. He let out an excited groan as he grasped them, mashing and kneading her supple mounds, and Carly responded with an equally loud moan. Josh escalated the moment further by moving his head to Carly's neck, kissing it and her bare shoulders repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, I just can't control myself any longer," Josh blurted out. "You turn me on so much, Mom."

"It's fine, Josh, it's okay to show her how you feel," Tracy replied.

"He desires you so much, Carly, Josh longs for you day and night," Tracy said. "Let him know it's alright, Carly."

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," she replied. "I feel the same way."

"Take off her bra, Josh," Tracy calmly commanded.

Josh's hands moved to Carly's back, deftly unfastening her bra. She leaned forward, allowing it to slide off her body and her generous boobs spilled free.

"Oh my God, they're incredible," Josh exclaimed.

His hands returned to Carly's breasts, now gently massaging the exposed flesh. It was quite a sight, watching them spill out beyond his hands and between his fingers as he caressed her, with Josh occasionally taking the time here and there to pinch her large nipples or rub his fingers over them in a circular motion.

"Oh... oh, that feels so good!" Carly shuddered, her face displaying pure ecstasy. Her mouth formed a small "O" shape as she groaned at Josh's touch.

"You have incredible tits, Carly," Tracy commented. "I can see why you tried so hard to get Josh to notice them."

"Oh, I noticed them," Josh replied with a mischievous smile.

"Josh, I want you to use your mouth on Carly's tits," Tracy said. "I believe it's time for both of you to experience that."

Josh moved to the front where his mother sat, but remained uncertain about what to do until Tracy gestured for him to kneel before her. At that height, his face aligned with Carly's chest, making it easy for him to lean forward, take her orbs into his hands, and then guide them to his waiting mouth.

"Oh, oh my God, Carly moaned. Josh was eagerly exploring her chest, kissing and sucking her breasts all over, occasionally taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking down on it hard.

The temperature of the room continued to rise, with Carly practically thrashing in her chair from excitement as Josh fervently attacked her breasts. I sat, watching in awe, wondering what would happen next as this continued for several minutes until Tracy finally spoke up.

"Josh, sexual pleasure is a wonderful thing, and I'm so glad we've made that breakthrough with you and Carly today, but being a lover also involves compassion, intimacy, and taking responsibility too. You know what your mom has been going through, and you've made it clear to me that you want to be the man in her life. You've never kissed her before, at least not as a lover. She needs to know that you want to be there for her, in body, mind, and spirit."

"I do Mom, I do," Josh said, his voice choked with emotion.

"Then it's time to make that promise to her, to seal it with a kiss," Tracy said. "Kiss her, Josh, show her everything you feel for her."

Josh showed no hesitation as he moved forward, taking Carly into his arms and kissing her deeply and passionately on the lips. His mother was momentarily stunned, but she quickly melted into his embrace and was soon fervently kissing him back. And now it was like their lips were on fire, as I watched Josh and Carly's mouths come together again and again, passionately exchanging deeper and hotter kisses. It was exhilarating to witness their excitement grow before my eyes. They were practically out of breath now, as if they couldn't get enough of exploring this new sensation of pressing their lips together. This continued until Josh finally pulled away, panting heavily as he struggled to speak.

"Mom, I want you to come with me into the next room now," he said, his tone heavy and serious, which took me by surprise. A grave expression overtook both Tracy and Carly's faces, leaving me even more curious about what this was all about.

"You know what he's asking you, don't you Carly?" Tracy inquired. "Do you understand what's going to happen if you say yes?"

"I do," she replied. Carly sounded as if she were faintly crying, and I could even see a few tears streaming down her cheeks. "And I want it too, Josh."

Josh placed his arm around his mother's shoulder and guided her to a door on the opposite side of the room, one I hadn't noticed until now. It was not the same door we had all entered, the one that connected to the main corridor. After they left, Tracy came over to me.

"Well, what did you think, Abby?" she asked.

"I don't understand... what's this room they were talking about?"

"Not much, really," she replied. "Just a sparse room I set up for patients a few months ago. There are a few refreshments available, that sort of thing. And... there's a king-sized bed. That's the main reason we have it."

"You mean?" I asked.

"They went there to make love, Abby," Tracy said.

"I... I kinda suspected as much, with the way they were acting, but it's still hard to believe you'd have such a thing here," I said. "I mean, is that really necessary? Can't they just go home? I know sometimes people get carried away and all, but they should still be able to manage until they can get home."

"Abby, everything about what I do here is focused on providing people with a safe outlet to be themselves..."

"And I can't imagine anywhere safer than home," I interjected.

"Not for everyone, Abby. Some women, like Carly, well some of them have husbands too. You, more than anyone, should understand that."

"I... I never thought..." I said, taken aback. "My situation is what it is, but I didn't expect you to endorse cheating here. That woman and her son weren't cheating before, and yet you literally gave them your blessing to do so."

"Don't be so naive, Abby," Tracy chuckled back. I don't discuss other patients, but I know Carly and Josh well enough that they won't mind this now, especially if it provides a learning experience for you. Carly and Josh... they've been cheating together for months now, in their hearts, at least. I just helped them turn those thoughts into action."

"And what about her husband?" I asked.

"Carly's marriage has been beyond repair for years now. She tried to get her husband to see a family counselor with her, but he wouldn't hear of it. Carly wanted to leave him for the longest time, but she's not emotionally strong enough to be on her own. She's the type of person who needs a companion, a lover, to feel complete. As time passed, her thoughts and desires began to gravitate towards Josh. That's when she approached me, uncertain about how to proceed or even if he felt the same way. As it turns out, Josh had wanted his mother from a distance for years too, and after counseling both of them for enough time I decided to help them make those desires a reality."

"And what about Carly's husband? I doubt he deserves a wife who's sneaking behind his back to have an affair? And with their own son, no less."

"I guarantee you, now that Josh and Carly have consummated their relationship, the divorce papers will be coming soon," Tracy replied.

I calmed down quite a bit after hearing that, my eyes drifting over to the door through which Carly and Josh had exited, aware that the "consummation" Tracy had referred to was occurring at that very moment.

"It really was incredible to witness, wasn't it?" Tracy asked with a smile as she caught me staring off in the direction of the other room.

"I still don't understand why you wanted me to be here, Tracy," I said, feeling bewildered.

"I wanted to see what emotions it would evoke in you, Abby. I mean, think about it: that beautiful mother and her handsome son are in the next room. They're both probably naked by now, eagerly exploring each other's bodies for the first time. But we both know that it's a lot more than sex they're sharing together. It's a freedom to express their love for each other as mother and son in ways they never thought possible, taking them to heights of passion they never knew were possible. How does that make you feel?"

"It's... exciting," I admitted. "Something like that only happens for the first time once."

"Do you wish you could watch them making love at this very moment?"

My face flushed red with embarrassment at the suggestion.

"I guess... yeah, part of me wishes I could. I'm sorry, that must sound really perverted."

"It's not, Abby, not at all," Tracy said. "What Carly and Josh are doing right now--discovering things about each other and themselves--is beautiful, and it would be beautiful to witness it as well. And in case you're wondering, there's no hidden camera or anything like that set up in the room. Carly and Josh have all the privacy, the safety, that I promised them they would have there. It's even soundproof."

"Well, mostly soundproof," Tracy quickly added with a sly laugh.

"But tell me more about why you wish you could watch them, Abby. There's no reason to feel embarrassed."

"I suppose it brings back memories of when Daniel and I first became lovers. I'll always remember the look of pleasure, the look of intimate trust on his face the first time I felt his cock in my hands, lovingly caressing the hard shaft with my fingers, the sweet, boyish smile he gave me as I stroked his heavy balls for him was unforgettable. The wide-eyed look of wonder on Daniel's face as I took his hard shaft into my mouth for the first time... that transformed into pure ecstasy as I sucked him off."

"I had a similar experience with Jason, even if it wasn't his first time like it was for Daniel. The look on his face, passion mixed with love and wonder, watching me of all people give him that kind of pleasure, was something I'll never forget. Just like I'm sure Carly is feeling the same thing right now with Josh."

"It is special, isn't it?" I remarked.

"Did you swallow Daniel's cum that day, Abby?"

"Yes," I replied, smiling as my mind once again flashed back to the experience. "He didn't even know you could do that. You should have seen the surprised look on his face."

"You're imagining Carly pleasuring Josh the same way right now, aren't you, Abby? How does that make you feel?"

"It's... exciting. I'm happy for her, maybe even a little envious."

"I feel the same way; it just reminds me so much of my first time with Jason. I was as nervous as a bride on her wedding day, but he was calm, in control, so strong and loving. It's not hard for me to see a lot of him in Josh, and to imagine him making love to Carly the same way Jason did with me. I felt like a new woman that next day, like my life had meaning and purpose to it again. Being able to share your most intimate moments like that with your son is a privilege that only a few mothers ever experience, Abby, and it's only women like us who can fully understand it."

"I know," I relented, surrendering to the erotic feelings that were washing over me.

"I still enjoy reminiscing sometimes, like about the first time Daniel made love to me from behind. I turned my head back to look at him, and saw this strong, adult man, his body taut, muscles flexing in perfect rhythm. The look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face, combined with just the right amount of love, and recognize that beneath it all he was still my Daniel, the boy I'd raised over the last eighteen years. But now he was a man, thrusting with confidence into me like a man, and I got so turned on that the next thing I knew I was smiling lustfully back at him and begging him to fuck me harder. I'd never been so proud and so aroused at the same time, as crazy as that probably sounds."

"I bet your orgasm was incredible," Tracy added.

"The best," I replied with a smile. "Any sex I've had with Daniel is the best I've ever had."

"And not despite him being your son, but because of it," Tracy said.

"Yes," I admitted. There was a sense of finality in my last response, as if my confession for the day was now complete.

"Well, that's all the time I can give you today, Abby. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to discuss your husband; I know that's what you came here for today. I believe I do have some time available for the day after tomorrow. If you would like, Jason can book it for you."

"I will, and... Tracy, I'm so glad you found Jason. It sounds like you're really happy."

"Thanks, that's sweet of you to say, Abby."

***

When I arrived at the office for my next appointment, I saw Josh and Carly exiting from Tracy's office. They were smiling and laughing, joking about who knows what, looking like a typical couple in love who were so engrossed in each other that they seemed barely aware of their surroundings. Like the other day, they were both wearing coats, but Carly also sported a tight miniskirt that once again highlighted her sensual figure. They walked off together, completely unaware of my presence as they passed by. I couldn't help but notice Josh's hand firmly resting on Carly's ass as if this was now normal for them.

"I... I saw Carly and Josh as I came in today," I said after settling into my chair opposite Tracy. "They seem really happy." I knew it wasn't my business, but I'd been so intrigued by what I had observed the other day that I was desperate to pry any more information I could about them from Tracy.

"They are, their love is in full bloom now, the beginning of a new life together," Tracy answered with a broad smile. "But we didn't come here to discuss them, Abby. You wanted to talk about John, and from the way you were acting earlier, it sounds like it's serious."

"Yes, it is," I replied. "I'm not even sure where to begin."

"Why don't you start from where you left off before, after Daniel visited you during the night and the two of you made love."

"Yes... I... so many times while we were shipwrecked I'd imagined what it would be like to be reunited with John, but never in a million years would I have guessed that it would be the beginning of an extramarital affair. It may have started that first night, but Daniel was insatiable afterward, wanting to have sex any time John was out of the house, and sometimes even when John was home and we managed to find ourselves alone. Not that we didn't have a lot of sex on the island too; it was basically our favorite thing to do there, but this put even those days to shame. Daniel was out of control."

"There are many reasons I could provide to explain this, the most obvious being that Daniel feels threatened by John being back in your life, and this is his way of reassuring himself that you truly belong to him. However, I believe there is more to it than that, Abby. Having sex is special in the way it allows you to live in the moment, temporarily alleviating your fears and anxieties, much in the way that some people turn to alcohol or drugs. It creates a sensation, even if fleeting, that you are in your own world, free from the rest of society."

"Just like it was for Daniel and me on the island," I suggested.

"Exactly," Tracy replied. "But I want to know how you felt about what was happening."

"It's hard to say," I began, feeling uneasy. "As strange as it may sound, part of it was exciting, exhilarating, even."

"I take it you didn't turn Daniel down very often then?" Tracy asked, sounding just a bit smug.

"No, not at all," I answered. "It was chaotic, especially when we took risks. For instance, if John was working from his home office, Daniel and I would often be... you know... doing it in another part of the house. There was no stopping Daniel at night either; he was in my room almost every evening, and I couldn't deter him from wanting to use our bed anymore. I just made sure to change the linens every time afterward, in case John saw them the next morning. It was exhausting to keep up with him."

"But exciting too, Abby. You said so yourself."

"Yes," I admitted. "I'd feel so terrible afterward, consumed by guilt and even hating myself. John didn't deserve anything like this from me, or Daniel. But then the next day would always come, and I'd feel Daniel come up behind me at some point, kissing and licking my neck and ears, groping my breasts with his hands the way he knows I like it, and it didn't matter if John was in the next city or the next room. I could feel the heat radiating from Daniel's body, how horny he was, and it would make me horny too."

"Making love in my bed meant a great deal to me as well; otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to the trouble of making it happen," I continued. "It was the same bed we'd bought when we got married, the one we shared as husband and wife all those years. The same one Daniel would sometimes climb into with us as a child, when he felt scared at night or lonely the next morning. Probably the same bed where he was conceived, if I have my dates right. And now I was welcoming Daniel into that bed again, except not as a child but as a man, a lover. After a few nights, I even began wearing sexy attire to bed... bras and panties, negligees, and g-strings, things I hadn't been able to do for Daniel on the island but that I quickly discovered turned him on immensely and brought me enormous pleasure to wear for him. The sex was incredible--wild and uninhibited at times, tender and soft with plenty of slow, sensual kissing at others, but always filled with passion. We couldn't get enough of each other."

"You sound so emotional talking about this Abby, so happy," Tracy remarked.

"I was... but it was only when we were having sex that I felt truly happy. The rest of the time I felt miserable. Either I was beating myself up inside for being unfaithful or I was futilely trying to mend my relationship with John."

"As husband and wife?" Tracy asked. "Is that what John was looking for?"

"Yes, but we were too far apart for anything like that to even begin properly. Nevertheless, it didn't stop John from making small efforts to turn it into reality. He repeatedly urged me to attend family counseling with him, but I firmly refused."

"Is that because you don't believe your marriage can be saved, Abby, or because you don't want to save it?" Tracy inquired.

"I'm not even sure how to answer that," I replied. "More than anything, I was afraid of being found out. I couldn't bear the thought of John knowing about what happened between Daniel and me on the island, much less that we'd continued it behind his back since getting home."

"What was John's relationship with Daniel like?" Tracy inquired.

"There wasn't much of one to speak of. Daniel could barely restrain his anger towards John, the hostile atmosphere between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I felt sorry for John; he genuinely wanted to reconnect with his son, but it became obvious very quickly that no such thing was possible. Once again, John pleaded with all of us to see a family counselor, but to no avail. He also blamed himself for Daniel's behavior, believing that it all stemmed from the shipwreck and Daniel blaming him for having abandoned us."

"That wasn't the real reason though, was it?" Tracy interjected.

"No, Daniel's anger towards his father was entirely about me, and only me. He knew that John was trying to patch together our marriage and that had sent Daniel into a rage. I have no doubt that this had a lot to do with him insisting he and I have sex in my marital bed either. It was a way of proving to himself, to me, that nothing would ever come between us, not even my marriage vows."

"Is Daniel right about that, Abby? Do you want to repair your marriage, or don't you?" Tracy asked.

"Part of me will always love John," I answered. "We were a happily married couple for years, but our love now feels like a distant memory. Like a lover from your past; they'll always hold a special place in your heart, even if you know that you can't be together anymore."

"And what now, Abby. What's next for you?" Tracy asked.

"John gave Daniel and me all the money he received from the lawsuit, saying he felt wrong taking any of it for himself. Daniel has made it clear that he wants to move out, and although I can tell that John is hurt by their fractured relationship, he's come to realize that Daniel moving out is for the best. Except Daniel isn't leaving, and John doesn't understand why."

"Because he wants you to go with him," Tracy reasoned.

"Yes, and I don't know how to tell him, or what to tell him."

"But John sent you to my office," Tracy said. "Clearly, he knows, or at least suspects, much more than you give him credit for."

"That's been the big change for me over the past few days. We've all been walking on eggshells since we returned home, unable to talk about this big secret we're carrying, but if John already knows the truth about Daniel and me, then maybe we can make the next step as painless as possible."

"Perhaps that's why John sent you to me in the first place," Tracy said. "It's the closest he could come to admitting that he knows."

"I... believe that now too," I replied. "In fact, last night... I told John that we needed some time apart and that I was moving out with Daniel. Daniel wants to relocate to the coast; he found a area near the sea and intends to open a small business chartering tourists around the local sites."

"Really, you didn't have any boats on the island. Is that something Daniel enjoys doing now?"

"He's developed a real passion for it since we got back home. It's been what he's been doing most of the time whenever he wasn't... you know..."

"Doing you?" Tracy added with a chuckle.

"Yeah," I replied with a shy smile.

"Anyway, John suggested a trial separation, but I think we both know what that means. I'm sure he'll wait for Daniel and I to get settled into our new place, and probably send the divorce papers sometime after."

"I'm sorry, Abby," Tracy said. "I'm saddened to see what was once a happy marriage come to an end this way, but that's just how life is sometimes."

"Thanks, and I know," I replied.

"I guess that's the end of our sessions then," Tracy concluded.

"There is one more thing, Tracy--something I haven't told you yet. I'm... late."

"What, are you serious?" Tracy asked in complete shock.

"The last time I had my period was back on the rescue ship that found us, so it clearly happened after we got home... probably in the same bed where Daniel was conceived, considering that we mostly did it there."

"I thought you couldn't conceive again?" Tracy asked. "Are you certain? Just because you're late doesn't necessarily mean you're pregnant."

"Of course I'm sure, the home pregnancy test I used came back positive. I even tried another one just to be certain. As for not being able to get pregnant, the doctors never completely ruled it out, so there was always a small chance. Maybe I just needed to return home again for my body to want it to happen, who the hell knows?"

"Is that how you see it, Abby, that your body 'wanted' it to happen? What about you, what do you want?"

"I was terrified at first. With John still trying to salvage our marriage... and it's not as if we've been intimate... coupled with my hermit-like existence since we came back, and all the time Daniel and I spend together... even if he tried to deny it before, it would be pretty obvious to him now that Daniel is the father."

"And now? Have you told John, or Daniel?"

"You're the first person I've told, Tracy."

"You mentioned that you wanted to have another child, Abby. Do you still feel that way now?"

"Yes," I replied warmly. "I was so nervous when I first found out, practically in a panic, but that was all because of John. I knew he was doing everything he could to bring us back together, and that this news would shatter him. Even if I kept it a secret and ended the pregnancy... the idea of doing something like that behind his back, adding that deception onto all the others... it's just too much, Tracy."

"I understand," she said.

"But now, knowing that Daniel and I can leave and start our own life together, I'm excited to be pregnant. And I know he's going to be ecstatic when he finds out. We'll move to some small town on the coast that nobody's ever heard of, and live our lives in peace."

"It sounds like Daniel would like that," Tracy smiled. "Especially now that he's going to be a father."

"It'll be a dream come true for him, for both of us."

**

Several months later...

It's been some time since I last added to this journal, but I'm glad Tracy convinced me to start it. Being able to write down everything that's happened has been a therapeutic experience for me, a chance to gather all my thoughts in one place. Daniel and I found a pretty stretch of beachfront property and moved into a small yet charming cottage that's not far from where he launched his new charter company. It's doing reasonably well, but we have enough money that it doesn't really need to turn much of a profit. The most important thing is that it allows Daniel to engage with others, something he's understandably struggled with even more than I have since returning to civilization. It's a slow process, but he is making progress.

As for me, I'm now five months pregnant with our child, which we have recently found out will be a boy. All signs are that it will be a smooth pregnancy, and a healthy child. As I anticipated, I received the divorce papers from John a few weeks ago and signed them for him. I can only hope that he's been able to move forward with his life as I have with mine, and I wish him well.

The End!