tagIncest/TabooThe Best Therapist - The 5th Commandment Pt. 03

The Best Therapist - The 5th Commandment Pt. 03

byMarkGoodson©

Characters:

Nichole Adams, mid-30's.

Reverend Gregory Marks, early 50's

Evelyn Marks, mid-40's

Miranda Gilford, 20's

Ethan Marks, 18 (non-speaking role)

Scene: Dr. Adams's office. Gregory reclines on the sofa, head back, eyes closed. Beside him sits Miranda, wearing a wig and a rather matronly dress, stockings, sensible shoes. She is stroking Gregory's hard cock as she speaks to him in a calm, reasonable voice.

MIRANDA

And why don't we touch ourselves like this, dear?

GREGORY

(lost in erotic revelry)

It's a sin, Mother.

MIRANDA

Yes, it is a sin. A terrible sin. (long, slow strokes) You should never touch yourself like this.

GREGORY

I won't, Mother.

MIRANDA

Do you promise?

GREGORY

(choked)

I prom - promise . . .

MIRANDA

You have a good heart, Gregory, and you seek the Lord in all that you do . . .

GREGORY GROANS, HIS HIPS RISING FROM THE CUSHION WITH EACH DELICIOUS STROKE OF HER HAND.

MIRANDA

We should pray. In times of trouble, the Lord always listens to our prayers. Would you like to pray with Mommy, darling?

GREGORY

Yes, Mommy. I want to pray with you.

PRECUM OOZES FROM GREGORY'S COCKHEAD, AND MIRANDA SWIRLS IT AROUND HIS GLANDS WITH HER FINGER, VERY SLOWLY, AND GREGORY TAKES A DEEP, SHUDDERING BREATH.

MIRANDA

Dear Lord Jesus . . .

GREGORY

Dear Lord Jesus . . .

MIRANDA

Protect me from these wicked thoughts.

GREGORY

Protect me from these wicked thoughts.

MIRANDA

Thoughts of my mother touching me.

GREGORY

Thoughts of my mother touching me.

MIRANDA

Of suckling her breasts, dear Jesus.

GREGORY

Of suckling her breasts, dear Jesus.

MIRANDA

Putting my fingers between her legs, where she is wet and dripping for me.

GREGORY

P-p-p-putting my fingers between her legs, where . . . where . . .

MIRANDA

(gently)

Where she is wet and dripping for me.

GREGORY

Wet and dripping . . . for . . . me . . .

MIRANDA LOOKS OVER AT DR ADAMS WITH A PLEA IN HER EYES. NICHOLE NODS AND, RELIEVED, MIRANDA BEGINS TO PLAY WITH HERSELF.

MIRANDA

She is so wet, Lord Jesus.

GREGORY

She is so wet, Lord Jesus.

MIRANDA

So wet for her boy.

GREGORY

Lord Jesus . . .

MIRANDA

Lord Jesus, keep this lust from my heart. Make my mind and soul pure as your love for me . . .

GREGORY

Pure as . . . pure as . . . AWWWWW GODDDDDDD!

HE ERUPTS. MIRANDA SIGHS, HER FINGERS VIGOROUSLY RUBBING HER HARD CLIT UNTIL SHE TOO ORGASMS LIKE A GOOD "MOTHER."

NICHOLE

Very nice. Well done, Miranda.

GREGORY BEGINS TO CRY. HIS SOBS WRACK HIS BODY. MIRANDA HANDS HIM A TISSUE AND STANDS.

MIRANDA

(back to her regular voice)

Will there be anything else, Doctor?

NICHOLE

No, thank you, Miranda. That's all for this session.

MIRANDA LEAVES. NICHOLE LETS GREGORY CRY FOR A MOMENT.

NICHOLE

Well, how do you feel, Reverend?

GREGORY

Horrible. Ashamed. Embarrassed. And doomed.

NICHOLE

Forgive me, but I thought with faith no one is ever truly doomed.

GREGORY

I am a wicked man who somehow managed to hide his wickedness, even from himself.

NICHOLE

I don't make those kind of judgments. The fact that you are here exploring these issues is evidence to the contrary. You are a good man trying to understand something profound inside you.

GREGORY

My lust for my own mother? You would call that profound?

NICHOLE

It's a pity she's passed, and you can't talk to her about it.

GREGORY

That's a pity? Thank God she's dead! I could never . . .

NICHOLE

I wonder if that's at the root of your fantasies about Ethan and Evelyn. A kind of transfer from your own desire onto them.

GREGORY

I can't imagine anything more horrifying than that, Doctor. My wife and son as lovers? And me being aroused by the thought? We should all burn in eternal fire.

NICHOLE

Have you spoken to Evelyn about this?

GREGORY

Of course not!

NICHOLE

Perhaps you should.

GREGORY

Why? So she will leave me? The very suggestion is appalling.

NICHOLE

I'd like to bring this back to the reason you signed up for therapy, Reverend. Intimacy with Evelyn. How is that going?

GREGORY

Not well.

NICHOLE

Did you do as I suggested? Fantasize that you were Ethan or that she was your mother? I would think that might --

GREGORY

I simply can't do that. I won't do that.

NICHOLE

But why is that the line? I find your attitude a bit hypocritical, Reverend. Give what just transpired between you and Miranda.

GREGORY

That young lady has some issues. I intend to pray for her.

NICHOLE

I'm sure she would appreciate that.

GREGORY

A young woman could not be so . . . proficient at such a carnal act without much practice.

NICHOLE

(laughs)

She's had a bit of that.

Scene: The Reverend's house. Kitchen. Evelyn is chopping veggies for dinner. She is wearing a matronly dress, stockings, sensible shoes. Ethan approaches behind her, shirtless, in dirty jeans, fresh from his landscaping job. Evelyn glances over her shoulder at him, smiles.

EVELYN

Your father will be home from therapy soon. Better wash up for dinner, dear.

ETHAN HAS OTHER THINGS ON HIS MIND. HE KISSES THE BACK OF HER NECK.

EVELYN

No, darling, there's no time. He'll be home any minute.

ETHAN IS INSISTENT. HIS LARGE HANDS CUP HER BREASTS, SQUEEZING. EVELYN ARCHES HER BACK, PRESSING HER WIDE BOTTOM INTO THE FRONT OF HIS JEANS.

EVELYN

Hmmm. You're such a bad boy.

ETHAN PINCHES HER NIPPLES THROUGH THE FABRIC OF THE DRESS.

EVELYN

Ethan, we made a promise to Dr. Adams never to . . . outside the office . . .

AS SHE ROLLS HER HIPS INTO HIS CROTCH. SHE GLANCES DOWN AT HIS ROUGH HANDS MAULING HER TITS.

EVELYN

Ethan, now stop this. Listen to your mother . . .

HE PRESSES HIS MOUTH AGAINST HER NECK, RUNNING HIS TONGUE OVER HER HOT FLESH, UP TO HER EAR, TICKLING.

EVELYN

Oh my God, baby. You're making Mommy so . . .

SHE LEANS OVER, SPREADING HER LEGS AND RESTING HER ELBOWS ON THE COUNTER. ETHAN TAKES THE CUE, STEPPING BACK AND LIFTING HER DRESS TO EXPOSE HER WIDE HIPS AND ASS. HIS FINGERS SLIP UNDER HER PANTIES, TIPS TOUCHING HER SWOLLEN, WET LIPS, TEASING.

EVELYN CLOSES HER EYES, MOUTH HANGING SLIGHTLY OPEN, THE TIP OF HER TONGUE RESTING ON HER BOTTOM LIP. HER SON'S FINGERS RUN BACK AND FORTH ALONG HER SLICK PUSSY, PRESSING LIGHTLY AGAINST HER ACHING CLITORIS. SHE SHIVERS.

EVELYN

Don't touch me there.

HE PRESSES HARDER. HIS FINGERS ARE INSISTENT.

EVELYN

(weakly)

Ethan, listen to your mother.

HE UNZIPS HIS PANTS AND PULLS OUT HIS HARD COCK. STROKING HIMSELF, STROKING HER.

EVELYN

Dr. Adams said . . .

HE PRESSES THE HEAD OF HIS COCK AGAINST HER CUNT LIPS. SHE GASPS. THEY FREEZE IN THIS POSITION, MOTHER AND SON, HIS PANTS AROUND HIS ANKLES, HER DRESS AROUND HER HIPS.

EVELYN

Don't put it in. We'll be okay as long as you don't put it in. I'm still your mother, Ethan. Honor . . . honor your mother . . .

SHE CLOSES HER EYES, TEARS QUIVERING AT THE CORNERS. HER FACE AND NECK ARE FLUSHED, HER BODY THROBBING WITH DESIRE.

EVELYN

If your father caught us like this . . . Oh God, I can't imagine.

THE HEAD OF HIS COCK SLIPS INSIDE HER. THEN ETHAN HOLDS THERE, TEASING HER. IT TAKES EVERY OUNCE OF WILL POWER WITHIN HER NOT TO PUSH BACK ONTO HIS COCK.

EVELYN

Darling, Mother has to finish dinner.

ANOTHER INCH. HER LEGS ARE SHAKING NOW. SHE WORRIES SHE MAY COLLAPSE ONTO THE FLOOR.

SHE HEARS THE SOUND OF THE GARAGE DOOR OPENING.

EVELYN

It's your father!

HE STEPS BACK, STUFFS HIMSELF BACK INTO HIS JEANS AND ZIPS UP. SHE PULLS HER DRESS DOWN JUST AS THE DOOR OPENS AND GREGORY COMES INTO THE HOUSE.

EVELYN

(brightly)

Hello, dear! How was therapy?

Scene: Later that evening. The family has gathered before the television, which plays a religious station. Gregory is in his easy chair, eyes closed, breathing deeply, as if asleep. Evelyn and Ethan are on the sofa, kissing, tongues twirling against each other. Evelyn's breasts are exposed, her hard nipples glistening in the TV light from Ethan's spit. She is stroking his cock with deep, maternal affection. Ethan tugs on her arm, trying to get her to mount him.

EVELYN

(whispers)

No, darling. Your father . . .

ETHAN GLANCES AT GREGORY. HE APPEARS TO BE IN A DEEP SLEEP. HE PULLS THE RELUCTANT EVELYN ONTO HIS LAP AND SINKS INTO HER SOPPING WET CUNT, TO THE HILT. SHE GASPS WITH WONDER AND DELIGHT AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING IMPALED ON HER DEAR SON'S COCK.

EVELYN

Oh, Ethan . . . Ethan . . .

GREGORY STIRS. THE TWO LOVERS FREEZE, WATCHING HIM.

EVELYN

It's okay, baby. Your father is very heavy sleeper.

SHE RESUMES RIDING HIM.

EVELYN

Fuck Mommy. Fill her with your sweet cum.

Scene: Dr. Adams's office.

EVELYN

It wasn't planned, Doctor. It all just sort of . . . happened.

NICHOLE

Ethan is young. It's hard for him to control his urges. He'll learn.

EVELYN

I hope so! I don't like breaking the rules, especially when it comes to therapy.

NICHOLE

But it did lead to a breakthrough of sorts.

EVELYN

Yes.

NICHOLE

He just reached for you that night?

EVELYN

Yes! Right out of the blue. I was almost asleep, and suddenly he was against me, very hard, very . . . insistent.

NICHOLE

I wonder what happened to him.

EVELYN

He said therapy had gone very well.

NICHOLE

That's it?

EVELYN

Yes. I asked him how therapy went and he said it went very well.

NICHOLE

And that night he fucked you very hard.

EVELYN

I don't appreciate that language, Doctor. But yes, he did.

NICHOLE

And now we can terminate the situation with Ethan.

EVELYN

Excuse me . . . terminate?

NICHOLE

The goal, as I recall, was you and the Reverend renewing your marital obligations to each other. As a monogamous, Christian couple.

EVELYN

It sounds as if you're saying that Ethan and I . . .

NICHOLE

Well, it is a sin. Those are your words, Evelyn. You must repent now, for lack of a better word, and sin no more.

EVELYN

I . . . I'm not sure I can do that, Doctor.

NICHOLE

Why?

EVELYN

Because I'm . . . I'm in love with him.

NICHOLE

You may be confusing something else with love.

EVELYN

But . . . (begins to cry) Oh, you are so cruel. You are a cold, cruel woman . . .

NICHOLE

I can help you ween yourself from Ethan. Sessions with Miranda as a stand-in, or it would be possible to enlist another young man - or men - to help.

EVELYN

But I don't want Miranda, though she is a lovely girl, and I don't want other young men. I want my son.

NICHOLE

Maybe I should speak to Ethan.

EVELYN

I am his mother, and Ethan will do as I say.

NICHOLE

And I am your therapist, and if you refuse my recommendations, there's not much left to do but terminate the therapy.

EVELYN

Perhaps that is for the best.

SHE RISES IN A HUFF AND HEADS FOR THE DOOR.

NICHOLE

He wasn't sleeping, you know.

EVELYN

What?

NICHOLE

The good Reverend. I would bet my professional license that he was wide awake, watching you two fuck on the sofa through slitted eyes.

EVELYN

That's disgusting. What a disgusting, perverted woman you are.

NICHOLE

I think Gregory doesn't like the idea of you fucking his son. I think he loves it.

EVELYN BARGES OUT OF THE ROOM. NICHOLE SIGHS.

NICHOLE

She's gone.

THE CLOSET DOOR OPENS AND GREGORY EMERGES. HE GOES TO THE SOFA, SITS, HIS HEAD DOWN, HANDS CLASPED IN HIS LAP.

NICHOLE

I understand your distress, Reverend. Would you like Miranda to join us and relieve you?

GREGORY CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO LOOK AT HER. HIS SHAME IS PROFOUND.

GREGORY

(whispers)

Yes.

FADE OUT

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