Consanguine Concupiscence Counseling

"Well, that certainly is the case, presently." Said Barb, not having removed a stitch yet.

Jim had kicked off his shoes, and was unbuttoning his shirt. "So, this is an honesty exercise? Like a trust thing that you do, when you fall back, and the other person is supposed to catch you, before you crash to the ground?"

"Similar yes, but this is also about coming clean. Confession is good for the soul, and you two have some revelations to experience here. Which are best done in your birthday suits, if you will. Barb, please?" She began to undress. "You both have seen each other naked. Jim as he watched the tape, any number of times, has seen your body, Barbara."

"And you have seen him nude and masturbating, so, no surprises there. Once you have gotten all your clothes off, you may be seated again. You will find that you adjust rapidly, and soon you won't even think about it. But the nudity will continue to have a subconscious effect on your dialog."

In a short time, both were seated, and sans clothing. "What about you Dr.?" Barb asked.

"What if I get a boner?" Jim queried.

"It's natural that you might get an erection during this session. Don't worry about it. Barb, if it will make you feel more comfortable, I'll strip as well."

"I guess that isn't necessary. The swimming coach doesn't have to wear a bathing suit." she replied.

"Sometimes he will, but not all the time." Spoke James.

The Dr. turned to Jim, and said to the athletic built youth, "Why don't you start us off with what you observed, watching your mother's porno film?"

"When she fucked the guy that was playing her son, the first time, she cried. She really did cry, that wasn't acting. I can tell when she weeps. Why did you cry mom? Was the scene degrading, or did you feel guilty?"

"We'll have Barb share with us in her turn, but I want you to continue with your comments."

"The second time, she didn't cry, she was really into it, not into the guy, but into the scenario, like she was fucking me. But I was young when she was in that film. So she couldn't have been thinking of me."

"And when you saw that, you wrote that you did something."

"Did you masturbate, James? You were not supposed to do that." Admonished his mother.

"No, mom. I cried, and then I turned it off. I couldn't take it anymore."

Barbara was looking a bit pale. "Have some water, Barb." the Dr. said. She noticed that glasses were already by the seats. She took a big gulp, wishing it was booze. "Barb, you have been skirting an issue, to use a phrase that seems ironic at the moment." All three smiled, at the humor of the remark. "In earlier sessions, you protested using almost the exact words of the script, from the movie. You have been rather vehement in your denials, of wanting anything to do with your son sexually."

He continued, "As with the Shakespearian phrase, 'Me thinks, the Lady doth protest too much', if I quote it correctly. You almost said 'tempted' last week, when said same topic was on your lips. What did you observe in that second scene, Barb? You masturbated, did you not? It's in your . . exposition on what you came to understand, in self-examination. Go ahead, now is your chance to come clean, to be freed of your guilt, to unburden yourself to your son."

Barbara knew the moment of honesty and truth was upon her. She could no longer hide her real feelings, or escape the consequences. She understood, now more than ever, she had not been fair to Jim, her beloved son. That she had to face her fears, and herself, and him full on. As one turns into the gale wind, to make headway in that direction, however difficult it may be. She took a deep breath, and spoke. "I saw myself . . . I knew what I was thinking, and I was ashamed back then when 'Tabooze' was made. But now, I am not."

"I was human and weak, but when the test came for real, I was strong. I am strong. Jimmy, I was thinking of you. As that kid on the set fucked me, as my 'son', I thought of you, doing it to me. It was the only way I could get through the experience, that first time. The second time, I did get into it. I enjoyed the fantasy. The fantasy was us together, mother and son, Barbara and James making love."

"I knew it was wrong. That it could not be then should not be ever. But ever since then, in my heart of hearts, and deep in my lusting cunt, I have wanted to fuck with you. When you were eighteen, and tried to do what you had seen me doing, with that other 'son' actor, I wanted it. But then I chickened out. I have rejected your advances, while still lusting for you."

"That's why; you have sensed me in such a way that has been drawing you to me. Why we have had this tension between us. I hope you can forgive me, but I love you, and, I lust for you. I want you, I need you. I won't deny you. I will revel, when we do it together. Is that what you wanted to hear Doc?"

"Isn't that what you have needed to say to Jim for a long time, Barbara?"

"Yes." She turned to face her son. "Dr. could we have a few minutes of privacy?"

"Certainly." He withdrew and entered another door to an inner space. This was a small closet-like space, which was actually the monitoring room. There he was able to not only watch and listen, but use the camera lenses to get close ups. Everything was digitally recorded, and he had sophisticated editing capabilities. He had the work done quickly, by professionals, after the first session with the pair. It had cost a mint, but the Doctor knew it would be worth it. He watched the continuing drama. Mother and son stood, and faced each other for long moments in silence.

Finally, Barbara spoke. "Jimmy, sweetheart, can you forgive your old mother for her confusion? I don't know whether I have been giving into my fears, or not giving into my temptations. But it has not been fair to you. Not when I discovered you with the video, because I had secretly kept some stills from the porno flick publicity shots, for me to remember, and masturbate with, thinking of you. Then you found the copy of the movie, and did the same thinking of me. I destroyed the still-shots at the same time I got rid of the tape I confiscated from you."

"But I had been doing the same thing too, so it wasn't fair to you. Nor was it fair to let you get halfway into me when you got onto my bed, then I forced you off. Nor is it fair even now that you are twenty-three, and still wanting me, sensing the underlying lust that I have too; desire for incest with my boy. It has not been fair, not from the start. Can you ever forgive me, please?" Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

"Mom," Jim spoke softly, the Dr. turned up the volume on his headphones. "Of course I forgive you. You didn't do anything wrong. Even if you felt that your desires were naughty, you didn't act on them, when it would have been inappropriate. In that, you were strong, and proper, and responsible. But while correct at that time, when I was younger, those reasons are now past. I want us to move on," With this he closed the gap between them, and they hugged, as bare as Adam and Eve before the apple.

He went on speaking, "We can do what we want, as adults now. Even if we are mother and son, we both want to have sex together. We love one another, and I want to show how much I love and care for you, in a physical way. In a sexual way. Making you feel good, and you letting me feel good in you." His erection was rubbing on her mons. Her legs opened a little, so that her stance was better balanced, against the pressure she was getting from his hips. Her hips made subtle bumps toward him, as well.

"James, I don't know. I want you, yes. I am sure that it would be wonderful, for us to be together like that, enjoying each other's bodies. But I am still unsure, that maybe it wouldn't be right. That it might damage our relationship, ultimately. That you might eventually hate me, for letting you have me."

"Never, Mom." He kissed her. She felt herself melting into his strong arms. Their tongues frolicked from mouth to mouth. Her hands gripped his buns. He began to hunch his hard-on lower. She was responding, they move toward the soft sofa. She got Jim to sit, and opened her mouth to perform fellatio. As her son slouched on the couch, Barb deep throated her boy's penis. A trick she had been good at, on the set of 'Tabooze'. She was wet, and she used her free hand to play with her clit. She wasn't thinking, just reacting to the pent-up lust, which had been suppressed for so many years.

They were both giving into their mutual carnal appetites and seeking to bond in physical union. They had each such deep feelings for the other in love and sharp physical craving of one another's bodies. They forgot where they were and knew only the presence of themselves.

Jim reached down to play with his mother's firm little breasts. The brown quarter-size nipples were quite stiff and extended. He loved what her mouth was doing to his prick. But he wanted to put it inside her vagina soon, he was so horny, it had been long years that he had fantasized about this. Now she was ready, to let him fulfill their most private desires. They each now understood theirs was a connection of intimate undeniable hunger, a craving thirst of yearning which flowed between them; like an electrical current, which charged up their erotic batteries.

The psychiatrist decided that he needed to take control; it was still too early to let them have sex. That would come soon, but the right ground had to be prepared, to protect everyone legally, and get it all recorded. He moved to the door of the therapy room, and knocked. There was a scrambling noise as he entered, even before they were able to disengage. Jim looked smug and excited; Barb was proud and pleased, and not at all flustered. Progress, indeed the Doc thought, as he spoke.

"Good, I see we have had a bit of a break through. But I didn't want you to get carried away yet, and do something you might regret after the emotional tumult, and heat of the moment. You have made the right choice to be honest, but you need cooler heads -- and genitals - to become lovers, if that is what you decide to do. You still have at least one more session that you ought to have, to resolve any remaining issues."

"So this is what I want you to do. We will have another appointment in two days. You are NOT to have sex, before then. You can fool around, but don't lose control. If you can't keep control, don't fool around. You both are able to do that, if you set your minds to it. Do not watch 'Tabooze', either together or separately. Refrain from masturbating. Think, talk, discuss, and meditate, on whether you are ready to take the step of becoming incestuous lovers."

"Plan to have the whole afternoon here. Barbara, I have a written business proposition for you, here in this envelope. You can read it when you get home, and I would encourage you to share it with James, talk it over with him, and perhaps this will provide a solution for your economic difficulties, as well. Remember the rules and homework, and NO FUCKING before you come back. Okay?"

The pair nodded solemnly, but left smiling, hand in hand.

. . . . .

Forty eight hours later, they were all assembled in the therapy room again. The Doctor had his recording equipment already running. Barbara and James sat on the divan together now. Holding hands. The psychiatrist began by having them sign some papers, he explained what each item was, and provide them with copies in a large folder, which they would take with them at the end of the session. This was the last one, unless other issues arose, but the troubles had been resolved, and the tensions would be completely gone, when the day was over.

Doc then sat in his customary chair, and spoke. "Barbara, I was sure I recognized you, when we first met, but not until I heard the title of your porno flick, did I realize that was where from. In my research, for mother/son incest, I had collected all kinds of materials, including erotica and pornography relating the subject. Then I was certain; but I had not realized that you had broken, briefly into legitimate drama, with your soap opera role.

My private investigator discovered that the fellow, who was your initial contact, for 'Candlewood By Moonlight', had seen your sleazier role, and like the way your sensuality with a younger man played. He was alas ultimately the leak, however inadvertent, in a marijuana-stoned blurting to the wrong set of ears, about your past. But the damage was done and couldn't be repaired. At least he managed to keep it out of the press.

If you are willing to do what we have agreed on in the paperwork, you will be given a chance in a new role, on another drama, on a new cable channel. This time, no one will recognize you, as you will be an alien on a science fiction program. But you are still a seductress, only the earthlings are adults. The special 'sponsor' of your casting is a major investor in the project, so your part and job, and background will be safe. Jim, you can start on the set as a 'best boy' apprentice -- an electrician trainee, in other words.

Your 'sponsor' only asks that if you have decided to become lovers that he might view my tapes of your first fuck, which will be here in this safe room. He will be the only one that will view the material, outside of myself. He had a particular interest in the subject of mother / son incest, and is willing to use his vast wealth to acquire authentic tapes and such.

The papers you signed were drawn up by a top law firm, to provide a very tidy sum, to pay off your debts, and protect both the sponsor's and your privacy. He will not know who you are, nor you he, unless either party breaks the agreement, nor is there any reason that somebody should. It is in everyone's best interests, to keep things as confidential as possible.

The mother and son nodded their understanding and agreement. Their signatures a few minutes ago had made things official. This all had been in the business proposal, which had been given to Barb, a couple of days ago. "I want the pair of you to sit on the couch, and watch the final scene of love-making in 'Tabooze' now. Do what you are inspired to do, you will have privacy, the equipment will be run from the recording booth, I am the only one in there. I won't interrupt.

I do have a suggestion and one request. Before you begin the tape, the remote is on the table beside the couch, water glasses too; I think it would be easier to get naked, as you were last week, but for more natural purposes."

"And what is the request doctor?" asked Barbara, as she and James began to strip, without hesitation, this time.

"You two are such a handsome couple; I'd like to get your picture, of you two together, eh, in the altogether, as it were."

"You mean nude, dude?" Jim quipped

"Yes, exactly, sort of a formal family portrait, if you will, but full frontal."

"If it's formal, I want to wear my pearls!" laughed Barb, fingering the single strand around her neck.

[The author has a copy of the photo.]

Indeed, that is how she appears in the picture. She stands noble, serene, and proud. Just her pearls, and an emerald cut garnet ring on her left hand, is all she has on. Her expression is solemn, her small breasts firm, the nipples well defined. Her hands are clasped in front of her, modestly, but not hiding the fact that she has not a stitch of clothing on.

James stands behind her, his dark shock of hair, matches her coif. He has perhaps a pout, on his lips. His left arm is over his mother's shoulder, possessive and covering the left breast in a casual manner, as if he is often naked with her. The right is behind his back. His uncircumcised penis is semi-erect, the tip is beginning to peak from the hood. One large vein is popped on the upper length of his tool. His large sacks, which Barb mentioned, hang heavy with his semen, which he will shortly flood in his mother's womb.

They are clearly, mother and son. They are open and not ashamed of their nudity, not for the viewer, and certainly not with each other. They are obviously lovers, the way James drapes his arm on Barbara. How close he stands, hips touching. The tumescence of his member, her erect nipples. His head leans to her, the chin on her right shoulder, and forehead to her cheekbone. This pair is unapologetic for their sexual intimacy. It is a striking pose.

The Dr. got out his camera and snapped the pair. Then he prepared to leave them alone. "After you're through, you may call to me and I will appear for our goodbyes. You have done excellent work; I commend your honesty and openness. Those are what have brought you to the peaceful resolution, which you are concluding today in our final session. Any questions?"

Jim raised his hand, like he was in school. "Yeah, Doc. When you watch us, are you going to masturbate?"

Barb chimed, "Are you going to be naked too, in the booth?"

"Well, let's just say, that even swimming coaches like to go skinny-dipping once in a while, same as everybody!" With that, he left. Indeed, he was stripped quickly once he was in the recording booth. He did not want to take the time in the middle of filming, and getting close ups, to take off his pants. But he did cum, when they climaxed as well. He, in fact, was the 'sponsor' himself. He would edit the tapes to make an incest porno, just for himself, alone. Better than any that had ever been produced, and real. That was the ultimate kick; it was real actual consanguine concupiscence.

Barb and Jim sat on the couch together, the big television screen lit with the final fuck of the porno video already cued up.

MOVIE SCENE: The 'son' sat on the living room couch, he was in jockey shorts. 'Mother' entered. She was dressed in a robe, partly open to reveal a gauzy nightgown, and spoke to him. "Do you know what day this is sweetheart?"

"What day, mom?"

"It's been one month now, without a drop of booze, thanks to your love and help."

"That's great mom, I'm so glad you sobered up, you seem much happier now."

"I've not had one drink, since that day you showed me how much you truly love me."

"Uh . . Yeah, I'm sorry that I took advantage of you and fucked you, I just couldn't help myself. You do forgive me don't you? I promised that I would never do it again. I kept my promise, and you kept yours to give up drinking. So, I guess . . we are both . . happier. - - right?"

"You don't sound too happy, Baby."

"I am . . sure I am . . I'm happy that your sober and that you kicked dad out, the shit. That we don't have the conflicts and arguments and stuff, like when you were drunk and a . . forgive me, but a bitch."

"Oh! I was, I was a royal bitch, and a drunk, and miserable, and stupid to put up with your bastard father for so long. But that has all changed. All except one thing."

"What, mom, what else can I do, to make you happy I want you to be happy, I love you mom."

"Why the one thing that hasn't changed, since that night, a month ago is this . ." The image of Barb on the large screen bent low and kissed her 'son' on the lips. Barb in the shrink's office picked up the remote and paused the image to kiss her real son beside her. She took his arm and draped it over her shoulder and placed his hand directly on her breast, the nipple in his palm. She kissed him, Frenching, the tongues making squiggly contact. She un-paused the video, the couple on the screen continued to kiss. The 'son' pulled his 'mom' onto his lap and slid a hand in her robe.

Barb reached over and took hold of Jim's erection. On the TV her robe has come off the shoulders and the 'son's' mouth is seeking the brown caps beneath the gown. That garment is just as quickly cleared away so his lips are making 'mom's' mams glad globes. Jim's hand goes between Barb's legs, they part. The shirt and shorts of the fictional 'son' are gotten rid of. His erection is neither as long, nor fat, as the one Barb is stroking for real.