Family Sex Therapy - Session 2

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This is the second of a five-part series. Reading from the beginning is recommended.

Session 2 - Father and Daughter

"Hurry up Jane, we're going to be late for your therapy appointment," I yelled loud enough up the stairs for my daughter to hear.

"I'm coming," she yells back. A moment later she appears at the top of the stairs. "I wish this appointment hadn't been switched by Doctor Charles. Doesn't she know that I need to study for my final exam tomorrow?"

"I am sure she moved your appointment for a good reason," I comment. "STOP! Why are you not in your yellow dress that Doctor Charles has asked you to wear to every appointment?"

"Dad, that dress has food stains all over it," she gripes as she turns around and stomps back to her room to change.

Diane, my wife, walks over, "It's the same thing every time." I agree before she continues, "You would think she would stop acting like a child after having over three years of therapy."

Moments later, I hear Jane stomping down the stairs again, and I kiss Diane goodbye as we rush off to the truck and head down the road. Many times, I let Jane drive, but today I don't want her to cause us to be late by driving slowly. Doctor Charles is one that has a very strict attendance policy, as she has quite a few clients that compete for her time.

As I drive, I glance over at my daughter and comment, "You look beautiful in that dress, even if it does have a few food stains. It complements your skin tone quite well, and I don't want to admit it, but it also shows off enough cleavage that maybe one day you will attract a boyfriend."

"Ew, dad," Jane says, "I don't like it that you are commenting about my large breasts or the fact that I am twenty-one, close to graduating college early and I still don't have a boyfriend."

"You are reading too much into my comments," I responded. "Besides, I am your father and that is something that I don't think about."

Things get quiet as I drive the last couple of miles before turning into the parking lot. There are not many cars, and we get a spot close to the door. There are usually not many cars in the lot as Doctor Charles is the only person that is currently practicing in this building.

I hold the door open for my daughter, who plops down in a chair in the lobby as I walk over to the receptionist to check in. "Doctor Charles is not quite finished with her current client, but your wait shouldn't be long," the receptionist said.

I take a seat next to Jane in the lobby. Her knee is bouncing up and down, like she is nervous. This has caused her dress to creep up her leg and expose her knee. I reached over with a hand and touched her knee to stop the bouncing. "You have been in therapy too many times before to be this worried."

"Its not the therapy I am worried about," She comments. "Its making sure I have enough time to finish studying for my final exam once we get home."

"Doctor Charles will see you now," said the receptionist.

We both stand up and walk to the open door to the right of the receptionist's desk. The nursing assistant meets us there and escorts us down the hall and into room seven. We walk in and Doctor Charles is standing there to greet us. I give her a quick hug before making my way to my usual chair.

Jane also gives her a quick hug before taking a seat on the couch in the room. Doctor Charles takes her seat and reminds us about the camera that is in the room.

After we confirm that we did agree to having the therapy sessions recorded, she ask, "So Jane, how is college going?"

"College is great, I am getting perfect grades, although I would prefer to have been home studying for my final exam tomorrow, instead of being here," Jane says.

"Well, thank you for carving out the time for me in your busy schedule," Doctor Charles comments. "And how goes the boyfriend search?"

Jane waits a moment, "Not so well. I am getting perfect grades in college, but if finding a boyfriend was a class, I would be flunking it. The worst thing is that I had this grand vision that I would be getting married the year I graduated, and maybe even be pregnant during my final semester and have that large belly in my wedding dress."

Doctor Charles noted something on her tablet before saying, "Watermelon Wrestling!"

My mind goes blank, and I instinctively stand up from the chair. Jane also stands up from the couch, with a blank look on her face. I don't recall thinking I needed to remove my shirt, but that is exactly what my hands are doing. Without another thought that my own daughter is watching me remove my clothes, I reveal my hairy chest as my shirt is pulled up my body and tossed on the floor.

There is a deep feeling that has been released inside of me that I need to stand naked in front of my daughter. My shorts and boxers are the only things left before I accomplish this suddenly desired task. Jane curls her lip a little while she intently watches me reach for my shorts and begin to pull them down. Without any hesitation, they drop together to the floor, and I step out of them.

"Oh my, daddy," Jane comments, "Is that for me?"

Free from the constraints of my clothes, my cock was starting to get hard, but even in a semi-flaccid state, I knew I was quite large. Especially for my daughter who I have uncontrollably stripped in front of.

I continue to grow as I watch my daughter reach inside her dress and pull her bra out. Her breasts are still covered by the yellow dress, but my mind and cock are not registering that it is there. Jane reaches under her dress and seductively works her panties down her legs. Instead of kicking her panties to the side, she grabs them and brings them to her nose.

"My panties are so wet, daddy, and they smell so good," she says in a playful voice after taking a whiff. "Would you like to get a smell, daddy?" She lifts the bottom of her dress up as she sits back down on the couch. Leaning back, I see her clean-shaven pussy framed neatly between her open legs. "Or, maybe you want more than just a smell, daddy?"

I glance over at Doctor Charles who comments, "You haven't needed my permission before to lick your daughter's pussy, why start now." She motions for me to approach Jane as she is reaching for something in the drawer of her table.

I look back at Jane and smile. She smiles back to confirm she doesn't care that I am her father right now. She just needs her pussy licked. I put my hands down on the side of the couch to keep my balance as I drop to my knees. I lean in until my nose is just a couple inches from her pussy. I take a deep breath and confirm that the smell is intoxicating.

My tongue extends and I begin to flick it up and down, even before I reach her pussy lips. My mouth begins to salivate at the anticipation of tasting my daughter's pussy. Jane's body squirms a little on the couch when my tongue finally makes contact.

I lick around her pussy lips a few times, teasing my eventual entry. Jane makes a few soft moans as I touch her softly. Even though I haven't penetrated yet, the taste of her juices that are dripping from her pussy taste amazing.

Jane reaches down and puts her hand on the back of my head. Pressing just a little and I know she wants my tongue doing more than just teasing the outside of her pussy lips. I pause for a moment, allowing my tongue to pull away from contacting her sensitive skin. Her moans subside just a little while I am not engaged.

After only a momentary reprieve, I press my tongue as deep as I can into her pussy. "Oh, Daddy, Oh, Daddy!" she moans repeatedly. Each time being just a little louder than before. Even though I am trying to penetrate as deep as I can, my tongue seems to only be keeping her on the edge of an orgasm.

I give her clit a quick lick and she jumps at the attention. I exchange my tongue for a finger and start to flick it back and forth against her clit. Jane takes a deep breath, and I continue my focus on her clit. The crescendo inside her is near its peak and I try to hold her hips with my other hand to keep her from squirming so much that my finger disengages from her clit.

Suddenly she screams, "OH, DADDY! I'M CUMMING!"

Her back arches and I refuse to relent my attention on her clit. Jane's arms flail as she is continually rocked by her orgasm. Finally, I decided to back off and remove my finger, allowing my daughter to ultimately relax.

From behind me, I hear, "Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm cumming too, daddy." I turned to see Doctor Charles with her legs in the air and a dildo deep inside her pussy. She had been pleasuring herself while watching me being attentive to my daughter's needs. I smile when she calls me daddy, even though I know she is older than I am.

I stand up from between my daughter's legs and admire her body on the couch. Her breasts have escaped her dress while she was rolling on the couch and are jiggling on her chest as she tries to catch her breath. Jane reminds me of a young Diane when I started dating her back in college.

Jane glances up at me with the look of content on her face, but it soon turns to a look of sadness as she says, "Thank you daddy, I always enjoy the orgasms you give me, but I see you are still hard." She sits up on the couch and slides off, so she is on her knees right in front of me. "Would you like me to help you finish?"

My cock was throbbing as it tried to get as hard as possible. I knew what my daughter had in mind, and I couldn't muster more than a mumble and a confirmation with a head nod. Jane reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. Instinctively, she started to stroke, causing me to reach out for the arm of the couch to steady myself.

My daughter leans in and gives the tip a little peck of a kiss before she sticks her tongue out and licks the tip all the way around. "Daddy, you taste really good today," she said after smacking her lips. Without any hesitation, she opens wide, and I start to disappear between her lips. Her tongue brushes the side as I slip inside, and it feels amazing.

Jane only takes a little more than half my cock before she starts to pull her head back. She doesn't let the tip escape her lips before she pushes back down my shaft. I get a little deeper into her mouth each time, and it feels like she is taking me a little down her throat, without gagging.

I glanced down at my daughter. Her eyes are looking back at me with a mixed look of pleasure and submission as she continues to work on me. Just below are her large breasts. They jiggle on her chest as she bobs her head back and forth. The unique perspective of being able to look down between them and her erect nipples prominently on display. Her dress is still around her midsection but no longer concealing anything.

Her tongue is swirling around my shaft as she continues to work me in and out of her mouth. Saliva is dripping from the corners of her mouth and eventually forms a long ribbon of saliva when she lets me pop out for a moment so she can catch her breath. She attacks my cock again, moving me in and out faster than she was before.

I start to moan, and my daughter continues to up her pace. I curl my fingers into the couch arm to further steady myself, and my daughter continues to up her pace. My moans deepen into loud grunts, and my daughter continues to up her pace.

"Uuuugggghhhh!" I grunt as my load explodes inside Jane's mouth. She stops her movement a moment too late, and some of my sperm is pushed out of her mouth as she pushes me inside one last time. Additional spurts shoot into her mouth, with some dripping out and down her chin.

Finally, she pulls her mouth away and opens wide to show me the sperm that has pooled inside. She swishes it around with her tongue before closing and swallowing. She opens her mouth again to show that she has consumed everything except for the amount that is dripping down her face.

I feel one last spurt eject from the tip of my cock, falling onto her breasts and slowly drips onto her dress as I back away from our connection. She licks the sperm that is in reach of her tongue, but some has dripped down her face and has landed on her exposed breasts.

One large glob has worked its way down the side of her breast and finally drops on the inside of her dress. "Oh goodie, more food stains," she giggles as she affirms that all the other food stains on the dress are also my sperm from previous therapy sessions.

"Oh, look at the time," Doctor Charles says. "Your sex therapy session is just about over."

I regain my balance, so I no longer need to brace against the couch. I assist Jane up from her knees. She presses her breasts against mine as she gives me a hug. I feel the squish of some of the sperm transferring from her body to mine. She also gives me a loving kiss as a thank you for the moment we just had, and I taste some sperm still on her lips.

Doctor Charles stands from her chair and adjusts her skirt to cover her exposed pussy. She also wipes off the dildo and places it back in the drawer of the table next to her chair.

"Jane and Clint, I want you to follow my directions," she says. "Once you get dressed, please sit down where you started. Take a deep breath and start counting backwards from ten. You will not remember anything that has happened during this therapy session, at least until you are naked in front of each other again next time."

I watch my daughter reach up and remove the straps of her dress from her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. I have always loved the way my daughter looks in a dress that partly covers her body while I fuck her. But when she stands naked in front of me, I can't help but admire how beautiful her body looks.

She reaches down and picks up the dress, along with her bra and panties. She slowly slips the panties up her legs, and I watch as her pussy disappears behind the fabric. She grabs her bra next and hooks it behind her body, before reaching inside each cup to adjust how the breast sits within.

She finally reaches for her dress and slips it over her body. I grab my clothes from the floor and remove the boxers from the shorts. Slipping the boxers up my legs, followed quickly by my shorts. I reach for my shirt and slip into it to stand fully clothed with my daughter.

"Watermelon Wrestling complete," Doctor Charles says once we are fully clothed.

I sit down on the chair as Jane sits on the couch and starts counting. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... And that is why I feel like I would make a great mother someday."

Doctor Charles said, "With that, I believe our session is complete."

I stand up first and say while shaking her hand, "Thank you Charlene for a great session. I really do think you are helping my daughter with her issues."

I waited for a moment while Jane also thanked Doctor Charles with a hug. As she backs away Jane comments, "I don't remember what I always eat during my therapy sessions, but they are always so messy. I can't believe the stains that I have on this dress, or why I even keep wearing it out in public."

"Oh, don't worry about the dress," Doctor Charles says. "I always enjoy seeing you wear it to our sessions. I can confirm those are food stains of love."

She continues, "And Jane, I think it is time that we sign you up for our advanced sessions. The next one is still about a month off, but I think they will really help you find that forever love in your life. Until then, I know you are on birth control. Stop by the desk on your way out as I am going to prescribe you a special birth control pill that you should take instead of your current medications."

We close the door and walk down the hall. My daughter stops at the desk and is handed her prescription. She also asks, "Could I also get a bottle of water? I just can't seem to get this salty taste out of my mouth."

To be continued