Out of the Dark Wood Ch. 03

"You're saying I'm not the only sick one?" Her chest heaved with a sob. The freckled breastflesh strained against the bikini. Marc's pants tightened further.

"Right. In fact, I'd say you are not sick, just a victim. You are the identified patient, but I'll tell you, even though it's a little unorthodox, that your mother is definitely diagnosable. You can come out of this OK. You are young and strong and resilient." Boy was she ever young. His eyes trailed down from her breasts, along her downy belly and caught again in the V between her thighs. And he thought about how her mother looked so much like her. Skinny-dipping together. Really?

"I have to ask you a difficult question, Annie, OK?

"OK..."

"When you were skinny-dipping? Um, when you were skinny-dipping was there any inappropriate contact?" He kept his notepad in his lap to cover his boner. His very unprofessional, very vibrant boner.

"She hugged me, but, but, no it wasn't, wasn't like that," her voice trailed off then she slumped like a rag doll and her head fell forward for a long moment. Just as abruptly she went stiff, her hands grabbed the edge of the couch cushions and her eyes shot open.

She blurted, "Oh my God, Oh my God! OH MY GOD! My mom blew a black guy. She blew a black guy! Right in front of me!" She began crying. Sinking back into the couch, legs spread, arms again limp at her side, she abandoned her body. Annie stared at the wall, slack but breathing deeply, tears on her cheeks unwiped.

Marc saw that she'd disassociated again. It was a surprise. He'd thought the issue was only drugs. Could she be hallucinating? Lying?

"When did this happen, Annie?"

She spoke slowly and with a sense of awe. "Then. That afternoon. He saw us naked in the pool. We chased him with a rifle. We, we got rained on and got in his tent and the gun went off and we built a fire and my mom got down on her knees naked and sucked him off. He came all over her face."

Marc was speechless. The lizard brain could see the red-haired woman in the firelight and on her knees. He imagined the thick, hard black cock sucked deep into her mouth. And even more thrilling was the image of this young girl watching, standing there as her mother fellated a stranger and took a shower of spunk on her freckled face. A face so like the girl in a trance before him. He began to tremble. No words came.

But Annie was still in that other space. She went on, "I was naked, too and we had been dancing in the firelight. He was tall and he looked like Obama and he came up behind my mom and wrapped his arms around her boobs and she liked it. She turned around and rubbed up against him like a skank. My mom, the skank... I touched myself. I touched myself. She's selfish." On the couch her hands glided slowly to her crotch. She indeed touched herself. Marc shifted in his chair as she cupped her sex in both hands and held it. Her breasts pushed up between her arms and threatened to break free.

"What, uh, what happened next?" was all he could say.

"Mom put his dick between her legs and rode it. I saw it poke out behind. She told me to pretend she was me before or he was Obama or some shit to make we want to do it. But I already wanted to do it and she went first, the bitch. I touched his dick where it poked out behind her and I kissed him. And he kissed me back and I touched my mom's pussy lips and she came. I made her come when I touched her, I think."

Marc couldn't speak or write any notes for shaking. This was the strangest session he'd ever heard and he was believing every word. Annie just couldn't be making this up. She couldn't be that good an actor.

And in a little girl voice she went on. "Then mom got on her knees and started licking his cock. It had her juice on it. I had her juice and some of his on my fingers, too, and I put one in my mouth. And then I put one in his mouth and he yelled and I looked down and my mom had his long black boner in her hand and it shot in her mouth and his white cum was dripping from her lips. Then she pulled it out and he shot goo on her face and she was smiling really dirty. But I said, 'I want a turn' because I really did and she said my turn was next."

The ache in Marc's pants was nearly unbearable as he listened to the girl spew her story. She lay there fingering herself and rocking her hips into her hands, breathing hard and unaware of her surroundings. He wanted to jump her. But didn't. Couldn't. Couldn't do something so suicidal.

But there was more.

"We went in the tent and it was small and we were smashed up together naked. I didn't care anymore. My mom's a whore, anyway. She's selfish. She started sucking him again! And he started licking her pussy but I was mad. 'I said I want a turn,' I said, and she moved over and I sat on his face and he licked me. So mom and I both sucked him. She held it and aimed it at my mouth. It was all shiny and veiny and big. It was big and black. I could only get the fat, soft end in my mouth. Not like my mom, the whore, who got it half way down. But his licking felt so good I could hardly think."

Marc slipped his hand under his notebook and rubbed himself. Dangerous, he knew, but she wasn't present, really, he reasoned. Her story and her body laid out like an offering was making him crazy.

"He tasted like her pussy from her rubbing it all over him and he dripped some, too. Made my mouth water. I wanted him in me. I asked my mom to let me fuck him. Don't know why I had to ask. I scooted around and lay on my side and pushed my ass at him like the way my mom did in front of the fire. I lifted my leg and mom grabbed him and helped him. He stretched me but I was really wet and he slowly went in deep. His hands covered my boobs and squeezed and it felt beautiful. So beautiful. And I wish it was just me and him but mom was there. She started licking us. I mean licking where we were together, our privates. Her tongue started on my clit and ran down my pussy lips and covered his cock as it pushed in and out. I hated her and I loved it, too. Then her pussy was in front of my face and I was crazy with lust and I thought, 'damn you, bitch, you see what you made me do?' and I put my mouth on my mom's pussy and I tasted it. It was thick and pasty and made my head spin. I was angry and I licked her real hard. I rubbed her fat clit up, down and sideways until she came again, the fucking bitch. She liked it. I couldn't win. Then I came, too and it was like touching the electric fence. I jerked hard and bit my tongue. I kicked my legs and I hope I kicked her in the head. I felt the black guy come up inside me when I clamped down on him and I blacked out, I think."

In front of Marc the girl bucked under her own hands as she made herself orgasm. The yellow bikini thrust up against her palms as she slid nearly off the couch. He was stunned, aroused and unsure what to do. He just watched as she subsided, and then just lay there.

"Annie?" he asked. But she was still out. He quietly rose up from his chair, still hard, still shaking, and stood over her. Part of him wanted to just pull his pecker out and jerk off over the prone girl. But he was stronger than that impulse. He could wait. First thing was to manage her return to consciousness. Would she remember what she had just described or was it still buried?

Carefully he lifted her feet and turned her lengthwise on the couch. She stirred a little. Quickly he adjusted her robe, stealing one last longing look at her fine, young and vulnerable body. To think of a black cock parting her and Mrs. Senator Clarke munching her own daughter's muff nearly made him do the wrong thing. But he tied the robe and just as he was easing back into his chair the music began to play. The session was over.

Annie opened her eyes and looked confused for a moment, then guarded. "What?" she said.

"You slept a little, Annie." Marc thought ambiguity the best option. See if she would admit to what just happened. He was still hard as a spike.

"I was dreaming?...or something."

"OK, we'll discuss this some more tomorrow." He rose, keeping the notebook strategically over his pants. He gestured toward the door.

She rose gingerly and he could tell she was aware of just having had an orgasm. She looked puzzled. He hoped she didn't think he'd done something awful. He hoped she'd remember the whole incident and come back able to talk about it. For now he had to get her out of the room.

Annie walked out and he saw the nurse was waiting. "I think Annie should get some rest. Please take her to her room."

When the door shut he strode to the little bathroom, locked the door and fumbled with his belt. Shaking with urgency he unbuttoned, dropped the zipper and pulled out his red, aching boner. He didn't bother to lather up. Taking his thick, ropy organ in his right hand he began stroking. A drool of cum made him slippery. The thought of Annie head to toe with her mother on the forest floor while a young black stud plowed her from behind had him cumming almost instantly.

He leaned his head against the mirror and hearing Annie's little girl voice echoing in his head pulled his seed into the sink in long, thick streams. Panting, he subsided and slowly went limp. Out of breath and weak-kneed, he cleaned up, tucked himself back in his pants and rinsed the sink.

With his lizard brain disengaged he knew what he had to do. Doctor-patient confidentiality or not he was going to have to confront the mother. And he would have to do that face-to-face.