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"No it wasn't mom, tell him the truth! She was on every day, Doc. People looked forward to her appearances."

"I guess I was popular, but I was only on for three years. I don't work there anymore."

"What happened? Did they kill your character off?"

Jim spoke, "The script writers sent her to jail for sex with a minor, ironic wouldn't you say?"

"Ironic, how Jim?'

"Uh . . never mind."

"Ironic that my son wants to have sex with me."

"But he is an adult."

"He wasn't when he began to have those feelings for me, he was eighteen."

"You mentioned that age before, how do you know, did Jim tell you?"

"No, I caught him masturbating."

"Just masturbating?"

"To . . a video of me."

"Video?"

"Of me, I was naked . . . and . . . doing things."

"Having sex . .?"

Jim jumped in, "Having sex with a younger man, that's part of the irony."

"Did this video, have anything to do with your being written off the show? You said (the shrink checked his notes) something that was private, was made public and embarrassed you."

"Yes, but the guy was just young looking, he was of legal age, over twenty-one."

"He looked like me!"

"Like you, Jim? Is that why you think your mother might be interested in sex with her son, because of this young-looking fellow, resembled you?"

"Not just that, but it was part of the reason I got on mom, that night in her bed, when she was drunk."

"Well, there is more I think, that you are not telling me yet. But that can wait for now, as our session is nearly up, and I want to have some time to instruct you on homework. For you both. But I have concluded, I will have you as patients, if you will have me as your therapist. Okay?" They both nodded solemnly, but then wry smiles broke on each face.

"I will give you each a video camera, they are on loan. I want you to film the other, when they are behaving in a way that you feel contributes to the issues, creates the tensions that are in play with your relationship. The rule is, you only can tape what you would see, in any case. No going into mom's room, while she is changing, to catch her in the altogether."

"Unless, I do that usually?"

"Yes, but you don't do you?"

"No. but she does run around in her scanties, so I will get some shots of that."

"What do we do with the tapes, Dr.?"

"Bring them back next week to our appointment, and we will review them. Plan to spend at least two hours next time. Then we shall see how best to proceed."

. . . . .

They left. The shrink had a lot of research to do in just seven days. He made some calls. By the time Barb and Jim returned, the Dr. knew a lot more, and had seen the highlights and low points of Barbara's career. He had also spent a great deal of money for recording operations in the counseling room. Not obvious ones, hidden cameras, and sound microphones place strategically throughout the whole area.

All feeding to sophisticated recording equipment, in another room. Continuous recording during a session captured everything that happened in digital format. It was clear to him this was going to be extremely useful, as well as quite interesting; indeed, it feed the prurient personal fascination he had developed in the subject matter. But the clients need not necessarily know any of that at this point, if ever, he thought.

When they were all seated again, as usual the clients had chosen the same places as they had been in before. The psychologist asked, "Whose video do we see first?"

"Mom's" Immediately replied Jim. Barbara shrugged and handed over her camera. The Dr. plugged the connections to it, and turned the big screen on, then the play button. Jim loomed and filled the screen. There were some shots of his traipsing around the home with just his skivvies on. There were a few candid shots, of his looking at the camera, in a way that would have best been called lustful.

But of course, it was his mother he was perusing. There was a startling shot of his bedroom door being open, and he masturbated, calling out his mother's name, as he climaxed. It was obviously taken with Barbara standing in the hall. Then, it switched to Jim being in Barb's bedroom, filming her. At this point, Doc put the video on pause.

"What is that last thing we were watching? You two were filming each other, filming?"

"Yes," said Barb, "I was doing that to show his, well to make it clear that he had invaded my space, and that I wasn't the only one who . . I don't know -- it seemed like the way to have my point of view represented, at that moment."

"Jim, why were you jerking off with your door open?"

"Passionate aggressive tactic?"

"If you mean 'passive aggressive', that wasn't it. That was aggressive alright, and yes, passionate; but not at all passive. More like showing off, and attempting to be tempting to your parent. Not a nice thing to do."

"Yeah, well she replayed that part three times, since she filmed it!"

"Damn it, James, don't I get any privacy?"

"Mom, that is the problem with you, you don't understand the difference between privacy and honesty! This is the time to be honest, with our therapist. There is a time to be honest with ourselves, and sometimes we need to be honest with each other, or else things get fucked up even worse. That's why we are here in the first place." He turned to the Dr. and addressed him. "Why don't we watch mine for a little while?" So the cameras were switched, and there was Barb.

She was in her underwear, around the house and her body language said she knew she was being filmed, and liked it. She played to the camera, without looking directly at it. She was an actress, so this was something she was practiced at, but evident when you knew what to look for. The Doctor had observed this manner of hers, in watching hours of the broadcasts of the soap-opera's DVDs he had gotten hold of, and other material too.

Soon, though, the scene in her bedroom started. The same one as had been on her tape, but beginning earlier, and from Jim's perspective. Barb was in her bra and panties, sitting on the bed. Jim walks in, the camera is already rolling. Jim's voice is heard.

"So when are you going to tell him?"

Barb looks innocent, and guilty, at the same time. "Tell who, what?"

"Tell the shrink about your previous career, and that's why you were written off the show. Why it was ironic what they did. How they made the plot twist 'fit the crime' so to speak, when you were canned. What that really had to do with what happened that night I got on your bed. All of it. It does no good to hold back that information. It only hampers him from helping us."

"Maybe we don't need to go to a therapist."

"Will you fuck me then?"

"NO!"

"Then we need to see our shrink."

"So you can get to fuck me?"

"No, so that either you or I, or better both of us, get over our incestuous desires. Or give into them. In which case, the answer to your questions is then, yes."

So James was the more forthright, and open of the pair, thought the Doctor, it made sense. He had not been initially provoked from her cable soap role. But he had been affected, by the previous role she had been in. The Doctor's private investigator had been thorough. The details, and the film and tapes, were now part of the Doc's private files, and an important segment of the materials he was gathering, about his clients / subjects.

James' video continued to play. "Come on mom, look right at the camera, and tell the good Dr. what it's all about. It's easier to talk to the camera, than him face to face, isn't it? So tell the truth, now." Barbara turned to the lens, and turned to telling the tale of her acting career. She let the truth out and the doctor into her secret life.

As she spoke, the psychiatrist remembered the tapes and films he had viewed the past week. One in particular stood out, as being relevant. But it wasn't from the television show.

The Doctor came back to the present.

Barbara was talking into the video, to the Doc, as her son was taping, "So, after I was left on my own, with a small boy to raise, I found odd jobs. Sometimes, I had to keep my job by letting the boss have 'little favors'. A blow job, a hand job, if he wasn't a pig -- I might even fuck him to get a raise. I did what I could. So with those sorts of activities to make a living, the work of doing soft porn wasn't too much different. In fact, it paid better, the hours were shorter, and I could be home with my Jimmy more."

She continued to speak on the tape. "I had always wanted to be an actress, since I was a young girl. So this was a little like my dream come true. Except of course, it was not exactly what I had envisioned. I did one hardcore film. It was called, 'Tabooze'. It was about a mother who gets drunk, and has sex with her son. I sort of looked like that more famous gal, and my film name was Katie Starkers, close enough to the other. Look how many variations of 'Ginger' there were after, she became famous - or rather infamous, I suppose might be a better term. And I don't mean the one on 'Gilligan's Island'.

"I didn't do any more of that, even though the money was tempting. I went back to waitressing, or temping secretarial work. But then . . . then the thing with Jimmy occurred."

The Barbara who was in the room, not on the video, was standing, looking at the therapist. "I'm sorry, could we break for a moment, I'd like to use the ladies room and get some water."

"Certainly," The Dr. turned off the tape, and the large as life image of Barb, in her underwear, exposing her dirty laundry, as it were, disappeared. She was back shortly, and there was a cool tumbler beside each of the chairs now, for all three. "Do you want me to turn the tape back on now?" He asked, after she had a long sip.

"Doc, how about I tell this part? Okay, mom? Since I'm the one who . . committed that . . transgression?"

"Sure, Honey that's okay just be sure to tell it all, and be accurate, please." The Dr. nodded to Jim, to continue the story in his own words.

"We told you that I tried to have sex with mom, when I was eighteen. There was a scene in the movie . . . but let me go back to something earlier. I discovered an old porno tape, at this place that rented them out. The woman on the box looked so much like my mother, and it was called 'Tabooze'. I couldn't resist renting it. In fact, I kept it, and paid the forfeit fee to have the copy. I had been interested in girls since I hit puberty, though I didn't know the details of exactly how the anatomy fit together, until a few years later."

"After I was 18 [see note] I had the hots for anything pretty in skirts, and that included mom. She was always, what nowadays we call a MILF. Anyway, at eighteen, I discovered this porn tape with a lady that looked like my mother, sort of. In it was a scene where the mother is dead drunk, the son comes into her bedroom, and sees she's totally out of it. So he gets naked, and gets her hot, then gets on top of her, and fucks her. I masturbated to that tape a whole month before I decided it really was my mother."

"I finally saw that the gal on the tape, when I freeze-framed one close-up shot, had the exact same freckles as mom. It had to be her. Mom had been depressed for several years. Now, I thought I knew why. She wasn't getting any sex. Like when she had made the movie. And she was drinking, like in the movie. And then one night, her door was open, and she was drunk, naked on the bed. Just like in the porno tape. So I thought, here is a chance to make us both happy."

"I thought, I can lose my virginity, give mom the sexual satisfaction she was missing, and solve both problems at the same time."

The Dr. asked, "Did you really reason all that out, before hand? Or was that a rationalization after the fact. You tried to take advantage of the situation, and your mother's vulnerability. If she was unconscious, then she would not have been a willing participant. If she did not wake, then she might not even discover that she had sex."

"You're right. I thought about what I did afterwards, and made up reasons that seemed not so naughty. During it, I was just wanting to fuck her. I got undressed in my room and came back. She was still asleep. I lay on top of her, and started rubbing my dick on her fur. I didn't kiss her; because I was afraid she would wake up too soon, and stop me.

Her breast felt wonderful on my chest as I pressed against her. Her legs sort of were opening, and I was rubbing lower and lower. I put my mouth on her nipples and sucked, like I had seen in the film. I reached down and started fingering her. I could tell that she was wet. It was just like what I had watched dozens of times, and jerked off to."

"But then she woke up! I just kissed her a lot of times on the lips, while I tried to find her hole with my prick. We were looking at each other, and she had this wild look in her eyes. I asked her if she wanted me to screw her, and she nodded yes, and said 'uh huh', and closed her eyes. I found the opening, just at that same moment. I started to put it in. It was hot and wet and tight, and the best thing I have ever felt. A hundred times better that doing it with my hand, pretending to fuck her."

But just as I got in about half way, mom's eyes flew open and she got this terrified expression on her face. She said, 'NO! NO! I mustn't let you. Don't!' and she pushed me off. I ran out and thought I had really gotten her totally mad, when she realized it wasn't a dream, or a memory of the scene in the porno movie, but actually me on her trying to have sex with her. But she didn't punish me, or give me the silent treatment. She just said we couldn't do that. That no matter what we wanted, it wasn't right. We were to forget it ever happened. I was never to try it again."

Barb spoke, "I stopped drinking then, so that I was never that vulnerable or tempt . . uh . . . so that could never happen between us. I looked better after a while, better than what I had back when I had done the porno flick. I went to a local audition and got a small part in a TV drama special, being filmed in our town for a location shot. I guess I made a good impression on somebody because, a guy called out of the blue, and wanted to know if I would try out for this particular role, on a new cable soap-opera called, 'Candlewood By Moonlight'."

James jumped in, "Mom played a town floozy that like to fool around with much younger men. Every week there was a shot of her running around in her bra and panties. And flashes of even less, as she had her affairs. It was a regular feature of the program, and was one of the draws for the men, to see her scantily clad or get a peek of flesh. She was hotter right then, than she ever had been, even for the porn. So while I had the urge to merge with my mom, I got to see her on TV, constantly making out with younger men. It was driving me nuts. I had blue-balls all the time!"

The Doc interrupted and asked, "And this was fueling your lust, which caused the problems between you, and your mother." It was a statement, not a question, the shrink held up a hand to have Barb not interrupt at this point. "But your mother was acting on the soap. But - was she sending any signals then, as you perceived them, that she had any sexual interest in you - her son, at home, and in reality?"

"Not then."

"Barb, you wanted to say?"

"What you pointed out. I was only acting. My stage name for the credits was, Terry Starr. It was not very well reviewed. The critics, because of the more graphic nature of cable, called it the "Tongue and the Dressless", due to my appearing so much in my undies. And also the over abundance of risqué romantic scenes, with French kissing and so on. I liked some of my co-stars, and it was fun, even if it was a bit campy."

"But then somebody found out about my porno past, and they decided it was cheaper to write me off, than outright fire me. They did keep it secret from the public, so the taint of scandal would be swept under the rug, After all, that porn was a little too close to my role on the show."

"That's the ironic part. I was mentioning last week, Doc." Jim piped up. "Her porn character was sent to jail, for having an affair with an underage juvenile."

"After I got written off the soap-opera, fired in essence. I didn't get anymore roles. It's been a year now. I didn't go back to heavy drinking, like back after the porno days, but I have a little drink, now and then. I'm several years older than when I made "Tabooze", but I look about the same as I did then."

"You're still a MILF, mom!"

"And you still want to get me in bed. After five years, what makes you think I'm going to say yes, now?"

"Because -- I just somehow sense that you are ready to let me . . make love to you. Not because you're lonely, though I know you are. Not because I can't get other women, I don't want other ladies. Not because you've got to have sex. I mean we all need that, but I don't have the silly ideas I did when I was eighteen. There is something though, that is stirring things between us, and the time is finally right. But I can't really identify it; I just sort of feel it."

The psychiatrist stood. "On that note I'm afraid the time is up. Before you go, I have another homework assignment for you both. Leave the cameras here for now; I will review them before we meet next week, at our regular time. First, I want each of you, to be modest around the house this week, no walking around in your underwear in front of one another. Secondly, I want each of you to separately watch 'Tabooze'.

Jim, when you do, you are not allowed to masturbate. I want you to watch your mother, see what she is doing, not sexually, but emotionally. Not what she is acting, but what she is really experiencing, as she goes through the whole thing. Try to understand what she is saying with her body, not her mouth. Again don't masturbate, watch like it is a psychology-class film."

"But, Doc . ." Barb interjected, "I took that away from him, when I found out he had a copy, and destroyed it! You can understand why, after his trying to have sex with me."

"Jim, did you make up a back-up copy?"

"Two."

"Then loan one to your mother. Barbara, I don't want you to destroy any more copies. That won't do any good now anyway; he can always order one from the Internet. But I want you to watch it too. You are to look and see yourself in the true remembrance of those things that were going on in your head and heart as you were doing those sexual things on camera. As Jim said last week, 'there is a time to be honest with ourselves'. This is what I want you to do, be honest with yourself, about your emotions, when you filmed those scenes. Both of you are to take notes on your viewing, and bring them to our next session. Actually, if you can email them the day before, so much the better. Any questions?"

"Yes, Doc, I have one." said Barb. "Can I masturbate, when I watch?"

"Certainly, Barb. I expected that you would."

She left with a strange look on her face, as if she was uncertain if he had meant what he said, or if it was a joke. Jim lingered for a moment. "Doc, it's going to be hard not to jerk-off during that tape. Did you really mean that? "

"Absolutely!" The Dr. interrupted. "I need for you to concentrate on what I told you to do, and you'll need your hands to take notes. Watch your mother's face, which will be the window to her mind. In close ups, the eyes will say much more than any words she recites from the script, they are the real give away to her soul's torment. Treat your mother as nice as you can this week. You will be rewarded for your efforts, believe me. Now go on and remember she needs your help to see this through. Trust me. Go!"

. . . .

Barbara sat in front of the TV, the tape was rolling. She had the remote handy, and a pad with a good pen, in her lap. The second sex scene, between mother and son, was now beginning. She reached for a tissue from the box on her side. A tear rolled down her cheek. She knew in her deepest, darkest place of herself, what the doctor had wanted her to see, to admit, to confess.