Family Sex Therapy - Session 4

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

Session 4 - Mother 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.

"MOM!" she yells back. "Something is wrong with my body!"

I ascend the stairs and turn down the hallway to her room, only to find Jane standing half dressed in the middle of the hallway. She is holding her belly and yells further, "I'm fat!"

Being a woman, I am used to seeing other women in ads trying to sell the latest lingerie fashions. Seeing my own daughter standing in her underwear was a little different, as I had only seen this much of her body when she was last in a bikini at the pool.

The problem was, the way Jane was holding her belly, I didn't think it was just fat cells, but something much different. "Darling," I said. "Follow me into the bathroom. I want you to take a pregnancy test."

"Pregnant!" she screamed. "I can't be pregnant. I'm a virgin who hasn't even seen a man naked, other than in pictures."

"I believe you," I calmly say as we walk down the hall in through my bedroom. "However, your body may be telling a different story."

I reach into the cabinet to find the pregnancy test I have for just in case emergencies. "Here, use my toilet and pee on this."

Jane grabs the test from my hand and opens the package as she closes the door. I wait about a minute before the door opens again. "Hand me the test," I say. "Regardless of the outcome of this test, you still have an appointment with Doctor Charles that we need to get to."

Normally my husband goes to Jane's therapy sessions, but he is still out of town on a business trip and there is a requirement that a parent be present in the room. I don't quite understand why I must escort my twenty-year-old child, but Doctor Charles has worked miracles with both of my children, so I guess the process works.

Jane rushes back to her room and slips into her yellow dress. As much as I want to throw out that dress, Doctor Charles insists that she wear that dress to all her sessions. Regardless of how many food stains accumulate on it.

We meet at the bottom of the stairs and proceed to the car. I glanced at the test, no results yet and I simply dropped it into my purse. Thankfully the office is not busy today and we can get a parking spot close to the doors when we arrive. Running in, we get to the receptionist's desk just in time and we immediately are escorted back by the nursing assistant.

It is a long walk all the way to the end of the hall and into room twelve. When I attend Brian's therapy sessions, we have never walked this far down the hall and Jane also confirms that her sessions with dad have never been in this room before.

Jane takes a seat on the couch, and I settle into the chair that is next to it. This leaves a chair for Doctor Charles, who seems to be running a little behind today. We sit quietly for about five minutes before she walks into the room. I stand and hug her as my traditional greeting while saying, "Good to see you again Charlene."

I have known Doctor Charles since just after my eighteenth birthday. My own mother thought I was a wild child back then, and therapy was the answer. I remember listening to music for a few hours that first session, but what happened during each session after that becomes a blur. I myself got pregnant at a young age and as my children continued to grow, we all routinely seen Doctor Charles for therapy. It seems we have come full circle and she is experiencing what I did at her age.

We take our seats, and Doctor Charles says, "Sorry, my last session was hard and there was quite a lot to drill into."

I start to say that we understand that she is busy, but Doctor Charles simply continues, "I wasn't expecting you today, Diane. As Clint usually comes with Jane for her sessions."

"He will be home tonight from a weeklong business trip," I comment. "But it may be a good thing I am here today, as we think Jane may be pregnant."

"Oh! Has she taken a test?" inquires Doctor Charles.

"Yes," as I reach into by purse. We were rushed to arrive on time, and it didn't cross my mind that I could have looked at it while we were waiting. Glanced at the test and confirmed it did say my daughter was pregnant.

No sooner had I confirmed the test results, Doctor Charles said, "Watermelon Wrestling!"

I drop the test on the floor and stand up. I am awake but it feels like I am not in control of my own body for a moment. My hands reach for my blouse and start to unbutton, without caring that I am revealing myself to my daughter.

Once complete with the last button, I give it a little tug and allow the blouse to drop to the floor. My pants are next to be unbuttoned, and they are also allowed to drop to the floor. As I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, I glance over at my daughter who has already removed her bra and is in the process of dropping her panties from under her yellow dress.

Just a moment ago, I would have said that it was inappropriate for a mother to be standing naked in front of her daughter. However, now I am completely turned on by this display of self-expression.

"Jane," Doctor Charles says. "You can drop the dress as it is only something that turns your father on."

It is all starting to come back to me. As Jane drops her dress and places it on the couch, I get my first glimpse of how beautiful her pregnant naked body is. I step over and give her a hug and whisper, "I love you."

"Diane, I'm pregnant with Brian's child," she whispers back. I love it that she doesn't call me mom when we are naked and about to have sex. I respond back, "Yes, I now remember our last family session where you rode Brian, and I had loads of fun with your father."

"Jane," Doctor Charles interrupted. "Since we don't have a cock in the room, would you go to the drawer and select a toy."

I release my daughter from our hug and watch her ass seductively sway as she walked across the room. As she is rummaging through the drawer, she holds up differently sized dildos and other toys that women can use to pleasure themselves.

There are a couple of times that she takes a toy and holds it up to her body. Not sure if she is comparing the size or trying to figure out how it works. Eventually she turns around with a dildo that is about the size of her father's cock, but she has also grabbed a strap on harness that has a little nub on the inside for her own pussy.

"Make sure you grab the lubrication too," Doctor Charles says.

Jane walks back over to the couch, and I assist her with getting the straps adjusted on her body. I grab the lubrication, but she doesn't need it for the nub. She apparently must be already wet, and she doesn't have any issues with slipping the nub inside her pussy.

I squeeze a little lubrication onto the dildo and stroke it with my hands to make sure it is completely covered. Jane starts to moan and says, "Oh, Diane, I can't wait to get this inside you. The pleasure I received from just that small amount of stroking already felt great."

"My baby girl wants to fuck her momma," I say in voice I would normally reserve for talking to a baby.

"Diane," she responds. "I am a grown woman who just got knocked up by her brother. I think fucking my mother with a dildo right now seems just about the right course of action for our family."

I sit down on the couch and lean back on the pillow. As I raise my legs, I recognize that I have sat on her dress. I start to pull it out, but she says, "Don't worry about the dress. I don't think any cum will drip onto it today."

Jane places one knee on the couch and then her other as she crawls between my legs. As she gets closer, she comments, "I can't see what I am doing," as she feels for my pussy and then grabs the dildo to align.

"Your pregnant, dear," I say. "If you ever truly watched your father, he also reaches down to help feel his way around for his entry, and your belly is now a little larger than his."

I feel the tip of her dildo rest against my pussy lips. I have both fucked and been fucked by Charlene during my previous therapy sessions before my children were old enough to participate. However, I believe this is Jane's first use of a strap-on dildo, and I want to watch her enjoy every moment of being on that side of the position.

She pushes slightly to press my pussy lips open. She pushes a little more and I feel a little excited as she enters me. Between my juices and the lube, she is feeling little resistance to her entry. I like that she selected a harness with the little nub, as she now has a little pressure on her own pussy as she presses the dildo into me.

Not quite at an audible moan, my daughter has her mouth open to express the sensations she is also receiving from this movement. She takes it slow until I feel her legs and the straps of the harness touch the inside of my thighs.

Jane looks down at me and we simply stare at each other. She begins to pull out and my eyes squint but stay locked on her eyes. It is my turn to open my mouth to express the sensations she is giving me. At first, I am quiet, but after a few reinsertions, I start to release an audible moan.

She grabs my ankles to steady herself as her pace picks up. We break off our gaze when she closes her eyes and her moans increase. I was trying to hold back, but when she closed her eyes, I also closed mine and focused on her motions.

Jane slips into a steady rhythm as it seems like her natural primal instincts have taken over and we are simply going along for the pleasurable ride. Neither one of us dare question when we will arrive as we both know that we will be to that destination way too soon.

My daughter continues to slip the dildo inside my pussy. With every push, she rocks my body back and forth on the couch. There is enough movement that she is causing my breasts to jiggle on my chest.

From past sessions, I know Doctor Charles is watching me get fucked by my daughter while she pleasures herself with her own dildo. She might be able to keep her moans contained so we are not distracted by her. Moans are currently our only vocabulary and loud is our only volume.

Suddenly I get that tingle inside my pussy, a tingle that I know is the beginning of something wonderful. As it quickly intensifies, it overwhelms my body. My breathing becomes very shallow to the point I am almost hyperventilating. My back and arms become very stiff to the point that I couldn't move if I wanted to.

The muscles of my pussy contract around the invading dildo that Jane is still slipping in and out of me, but with the added resistance, she is also quickly driven to her own orgasm. Her response is very similar to mine, with her breathing becoming very shallow. Being on her knees, her legs must have wanted to straighten, as she can't resist the need to fall back onto the other side of the couch.

As I shake, her movements cause the dildo to quickly be pulled from my pussy. This little extra attention brings on an additional tingle, one that I have not felt since my last solo therapy session with Doctor Charles. A therapy session where she too was using a strap-on dildo like this one.

I quickly reach for my clit and begin rubbing it intensely. Jane looks back at me and initially says, "Oh, Diane, that was fucking amazing!" before quickly adding, "Um, what are you doing?"

I am so close, and my breathing is so fast that I am only able to say, "I'm sorry about your," and scream the word, "DRESS!" right as I squirt a large amount of fluid from my pussy.

Just after the release, I am so exhausted that I close my eyes and my arms flop next to me on the couch. At some point I must have fallen asleep as I am only awakened by loud snoring.

Jane is standing next to Doctor Charles, still with her strap-on dildo extending from her body. They help me first sit up and then help me stand. I must grab hold of my daughter's arm to keep from falling over until I can get my balance.

"Diane are you ok," my daughter asks. "I don't think I have ever seen that happen before."

I look back at the now soaked dress wrinkled up on the couch. "Sorry about the dress. The last time I was able to squirt like that, I was being drilled by Charlene."

Jane comments, "I don't know if I am more shocked to learn you can squirt or that you have had sex with Doctor Charles."

Doctor Charles adds, "Well, now you have fluids on your dress from every member of your family. I guess that little yellow dress really does make everyone you know horny."

She continues, "Sorry to cut this session short, but thanks to Diane's nap, we are out of time. Now I want you to follow my directions. Jane, yes you are pregnant with your brother's baby. Until your next session, you simply will answer that you know who the father is, but you are keeping it a secret until he is ready to be known."

Abruptly a loud clap of thunder comes from outside. Moments later, the rain starts hitting the roof of the clinic. Doctor Charles continues, "I want you both to get dressed. Jane, it is raining outside and that is why your dress is wet, if anyone asks. Diane, your blouse is thin, so leave your bra off and make sure you get soaked before getting into the car."

"When you get home," she continued, "you will let Clint have his way with you. Jane, you will think nothing of the situation and your parents will let you watch. Let your brother be grossed out and run upstairs if he wants. Until then, neither of you will care that Diane's breasts are completely exposed through the sheer wet fabric of the blouse."

"Finally," Doctor Charles said. "Once you have gotten dressed, please sit down where you started. Take a deep breath and start counting backwards from ten. You will not otherwise remember anything that has happened during this therapy session, at least until you are naked again in my presence."

I reach over and help Jane out of her harness. She releases a little moan as the nub is pulled from her pussy, as I assume it is still as tender as mine is from our sex session. I grab my panties from the floor and step into them, pull them up my legs and adjust them.

My bra is next thing on the pile. I take and stuff it into my purse before grabbing the rest of my clothes and concealing my body with them. I glance over at my daughter, who already had her panties and bra on her body. It wasn't until she slipped the dress over her head that I realized how soaked I got it, causing it to cling to her body.

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

We take a seat and start counting. In unison with my daughter, we say, "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." I remain quiet as I continue to listen to what my daughter says. "And I love this dress so much, I don't even want to cover it when it is raining."

Doctor Charles says, "Well, that is something that I can totally understand. Let's hope you don't melt, as it sounds like it is pouring outside."

We both giggle at the joke as I stand up and shake her hand, "Thank you Charlene for another great session. I really do think you are helping my daughter with her issues."

I also give her a quick hug before stepping to the side so my daughter can give Doctor Charles a hug. "Oh, no Jane. You are way too wet for me to hug you right now," she comments.

We walked back down the hallway and through the lobby. Waiting in the lobby are two other women. One of them I recognize as Suzannah, a young woman that I met briefly after one of Brian's sessions. The other woman I believe is her mother, if I remember correctly.

Suzannah appears to also be pregnant, and I think to myself that she may be in the same boat as Jane. We were just to the door when Suzannah asked Jane, "Why are you so wet?"

Jane responded, "Because it is raining outside, and I got soaked."

I held the door open for my daughter who just walked out into a downpour. I happened to look back at Suzannah who had a quizzical look on her face. "But she hasn't been outside yet," she comments to her mother.

As I walk to the car, I think to myself, I don't know why Suzannah was questioning why my daughter was so wet, it's pouring outside. I stand there for a moment, getting completely soaked before Jane speaks up, "Are you going to unlock the doors?" I thought I had but must have clicked the button to lock them instead.

Once in the car, I glance over at my daughter, who is completely soaked and say, "I love you, Jane." She turns in my direction and says, "I love you too, mom. Don't you love the rain? I love how it makes our clothes cling to our bodies."

I notice that she is looking straight at my chest. I look down and my breasts are on full display through my wet blouse. I started the car and headed home, hoping that my husband had made it home from his trip before this rain started. I might need his assistance getting out of these wet clothes.

To be continued