6 Times a Day

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Susan next brought up her lesbianism issue. "Xania, I have other problems. In fact, incest isn't the half of it! I have to admit, I'm having all kinds of strange feelings lately about women. About Suzanne especially. You know what she looks like, how perfectly formed her body is. She's gorgeous! I've started kissing her on the lips and... Okay, I'll be totally honest. I'm even hot for my own daughter! How's that for messed up?! Incestuous and lesbian feelings rolled up in one. It's a sin! A double sin!"

Her eyes began to tear up with confusion and fear of what Xania might say to that, certain that Xania would, then and there, officially declare Susan to be totally insane.

But Xania remained unperturbed. She had been forewarned about this too. She calmly gave an explanation about how lesbianism wasn't immoral, and said this was an example of a detrimental belief she'd learned from her conservative church that was out of line with modern thinking. She pointed out that Susan was clearly bisexual, not lesbian, and that bisexuality amongst women was surprisingly common. She got a little carried away and made up the comment, "In fact, the latest studies show that bisexuality is the norm for women. It's just that our society frowns on it, so many women don't explore those desires."

"Really?!"

"Yes."

"Wow! Suddenly I feel so much better."

"Besides, I am a long-time friend of Suzanne, as you know. I'm aware that whatever measure of beauty there is, she busts the scale. She's so exceptionally beautiful that perfectly straight women are going to be very attracted to her, and aroused by her. That's only natural."

"It is?"

"Sure. Think of it as the 'Suzanne exception.'"

"Thank goodness! But what about my daughter?"

"From what Suzanne told me, she's just as stunning. It's not your fault to be surrounded by perfect-ten beauties. Why should you feel bad about that?"

"But I've kissed her! And Suzanne too. On the lips!"

Xania had been coached about what to say about the kissing: "What's wrong with that? That's like saying shaking hands is wrong. I've been kissing women on the lips just to say hello or goodbye for years. That's just how we do it here in L.A."

"With... uh, with tongue?"

"Sure. Of course, not with every woman you meet, but if it's someone you're very close to, then yes. Some fondling and intimate hugging during the kiss is perfectly acceptable too."

Susan was totally surprised by this revelation. "Really? So Suzanne wasn't shitting me after all? I mean, she wasn't, uh, joshing me?" (Susan found herself using curse words for the first time in her life lately, but she still wasn't fully comfortable doing so, especially around strangers.) "I have to admit that I was wondering if she was being sincere on that. Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Xania laughed (Suzanne, in fact, had coached Xania to say this about kissing). "Where were you raised? In a Catholic church mission?"

Again, Susan blushed, but this time she wasn't exactly sure of why. "A farm in the Midwest, actually."

Xania shrugged and said, "That's just about the same thing. You must have lived a sheltered life to not French kiss women all the time. Why, in the circles of friends I have, it's nearly impolite not to kiss a woman for minutes at a time just to say hello." This was largely true, but only because Xania mixed with fellow porn stars and B-movie actresses, most of them very sexually active, and many of them bisexual or lesbian. "In fact, I'd be rather hurt if you don't kiss me on the lips before this day is done. It would be good for your therapy to loosen up some, unless you don't find me at all attractive."

Susan was flushed with relief. "Oh, but I do. I find you very attractive. In fact, to be completely honest, I find you downright hot. Is that wrong? Do you mind me saying that?"

"Not at all. I'm flattered."

"You kind of remind me of Suzanne, and that makes me very hot. I mean, you have no idea the kind of feelings I have for my best friend. I've known her so long, and I think there's years of suppressed feelings coming out now."

"Well if that's the case, why don't we practice a little bit of kissing right now? It'll help you relax. Holding it in is very unhealthy. You need to release all those pent-up feelings."

"Well, okay," Susan said uncertainly. "But I feel like such a slut. Everyone is having me do things to them lately. Sexual things."

"Susan," Xania said as she stood up from behind her desk and approached the distraught mother, "a kiss is just a kiss."

"But... what about tongue?!"

Xania chuckled. "A tongue is just a tongue. It's not like we'd be having sex, and going down on each other. A psychologist shouldn't do those kinds of things with their patients, no matter how badly she might want to. But I think a kiss could be very therapeutic. You're so tense. Anyway, is there anything WRONG with people doing sexual things to you? Is that bad? Especially when they're your loved ones and everyone feels good about it?"

"Well, no, I guess..."

"Then maybe," Xania said sagely, "what would help you would be to think of it a bit differently. Let's look at your use of language. You say that people are doing things TO you, but in fact you greatly enjoy these things, don't you? Maybe it would be better if you say that people are doing sexual things WITH you. You won't feel so out of control if you admit that you've been a very willing and active participant already. Empower yourself by admitting that you want to do these things with the people you love."

Susan brightened. She felt like another weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Wow. I never thought of it that way. You're right. Let's kiss. I want to kiss you. Can we try kissing now?"

So the two of them stood up and walked to each other. Xania was a good kisser, and she laid into Susan with a very active tongue.

Suzanne had told Xania that a little bit of kissing was okay, but not to push Susan too far too fast, so Xania tried to take it easy. Their racks rubbed together, since both women were so busty that it was nearly impossible for them to kiss without that happening. But Xania pretended like that was incidental, and she didn't actively grope or fondle beyond holding Susan in a friendly embrace.

Susan also tried to restrain herself. However, more and more, her body had its own ideas once she got seriously hot to trot. She also forced herself not to fondle, but she was very receptive to tongue-dueling.

Xania backed off after only a minute, causing their lips to part.

Xania smiled to see Susan now aglow with self-confidence instead of the worry that had dominated her face since she first walked in the office. "You see? That's what I call a 'California kiss.' How does that compare to what they do in the Midwest?"

Susan snorted with derision. "Are you kidding me? Where I come from, even hugging is practically taboo."

"Isn't this better?"

"Much!"

They reluctantly returned to their previous positions.

And, strangely enough, Susan did feel a lot better and more relaxed. She said, "I'm so glad to hear that this kind of kissing is okay. But the fact is, I want to do more than just kiss. Just yesterday morning, I was talking to Suzanne about this. Expressing ... feelings."

She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together like a pair of wet, fleshy scissors. She kicked her left foot up into the air as she imagined her and Xania passionately entwined on the office floor.

Xania held her hand up. "Wait. Let me guess. You told Suzanne that you have the hots for her."

Susan blushed. "How did you know? It happened just yesterday. How can you read me so well?"

Xania laughed. "If any creature on Earth has eyes and sees Suzanne, it's gonna have the hots for her. Now that you're freeing yourself from your sexual repressions and discovering your true self, it makes sense that you're opening up to her. I can only assume she feels the same way about you, because you're equally gorgeous, and a very kind and lovely person to boot."

Susan blushed more, but she was gleeful now. "Well, she did kinda say she liked me yesterday." She had her hands folded and fidgeted shyly like a girl confessing her first crush. Her pussy throbbed due to thoughts of both Suzanne and Xania. She desperately wished she could be rid of her constrictive clothes so she could scratch her itch down below.

Xania gave a benign laugh. "I've known Suzanne even longer than you have. She's a great person. Stick with her. Never doubt her judgment. And never doubt her love."

Susan recalled Alan saying nearly the exact same thing the night before. "You're so right," she said with a happy sigh.

"I have high hopes that the love between the two of you will continue to unfold and grow. If you have a physical relationship with her, I think that would be great. And very healthy for you. She's a strong anchor in your life and she'll never let you down."

Of course Xania had been coached to say all these things to Susan. It was unfair for Suzanne to put words in another person's mouth, but at least these were Suzanne's honest feelings on the subject - she truly did believe she would never let her best friend down.

Xania added, "Furthermore, as we discussed earlier, Alan's task of climaxing six times a day every day is a very difficult challenge indeed. The more you kiss and even fondle other beautiful women in front of him, the more that will help him, right?"

"Yes, but how does that justify me doing naughty things with Suzanne when he's not around?"

Xania said soothingly, "You need to be convincing. You need to have a real sexual relationship. If you have genuine sexual passion for her, and her for you, it'll show, and it'll help him have some great climaxes. Just picture you and Suzanne, both of you naked and lying on the bed, with Suzanne on top and kissing and touching you all over. Then picture Katherine and Alan sitting in chairs next to the bed, with Alan watching the hot mother-on-mother action while Katherine keeps her face in his crotch, expertly licking and sucking him. What teenage boy could possibly resist such an arousing scenario? That'll get him to squirt every time, no doubt!"

"Yes! Yes! Definitely!" Susan loved Xania's vision. She struggled mightily not to show how hot it made her. She noted, "I'm glad you're so understanding of how things can sometimes go in my house."

Xania smiled benignly. "Yes, well, it certainly is a very special situation with his medical needs and whatnot, so I try my best to be understanding. By the way, confessing that you have special feelings for Suzanne has tensed you up, I can tell. Why don't we practice kissing again to help you relax?"

Susan was startled by that. "Oh! Uh, thank you."

The two bombshells stood up and resumed necking in the middle of the room. That went on for a couple of minutes, until Susan reluctantly decided she was sufficiently "relaxed."

Xania had been briefed on Susan's new attitude towards clothing by Suzanne. So, once she returned to her seat, she said, "Now, on a different note, I see you've been pulling on your clothes ever since you've gotten in here. It's as if you're very uncomfortable wearing them. How do you feel about nudity?"

"Oh, I love it! I'm very pro-nudity. You're so perceptive, Xania. I'm amazed. I just hate being all confined when I go out. This is the worst, being all bound up in fancy clothes like this, and wearing a bra and panties, even. Not being able to go topless is just the absolute worst!"

"How do you feel being naked around your son?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Xania chuckled patiently. "Of course."

"Oh my goodness! I love it! It's the BEST! When I'm wearing clothes around him, it just feels so wrong! Unless I'm wearing something sexy and I know it's helping to keep him erect, you know, down there. Like, if I wear some kind of loose dress that lets my big breasts hang free. Then it's okay. Is that wrong? Am I crazy?"

"No. Absolutely not. Susan, I need you to be completely relaxed so you can open up to me. For different people that means different things. Despite what you might have learned in your small town upbringing, there is absolutely nothing wrong with nudity. Just ask any European and look at their nude beaches. If going topless puts you at ease, then by all means, I strongly encourage you to take your blouse and bra off right now. And with those huge breasts of yours, I can understand why you find that top so constricting. After all, I'm here to help, not to judge. I want you to feel confident enough to open up and get in touch with the real you."

"Oh really? Thanks! Don't mind if I do. This is fantastic. I was so worried about this appointment, but I feel so much better already. Suzanne is an incredible friend, calling you up to help me. I love her so much." Susan took off the layers of clothing above her waist until only her blouse loosely hung open.

Xania would have been blind to miss just how far Susan's nipples stood out, and she wasn't blind.

Xania continued to field all of Susan's questions and concerns. She drew no attention whatsoever to the fact that Susan was essentially topless.

Everything went swimmingly. By the end of the session, Susan thought Xania could practically read her mind. Thanks to Suzanne's helpful coaching, Xania very nearly could.

Xania found it curious to be talking to a buxom, essentially topless woman in such a formal setting. She knew that hardly anyone would have gone along with such a ploy, but for Susan, being topless had become normal, and wearing clothes was the oddity.

Xania was sorely tempted to "help" Susan with some more "California kissing" now that Susan was topless, but she worried she might not be able to control herself once she got her hands on Susan's large, bare melons.

However, she was too horny not to have some fun with the situation. So on a whim and for her own amusement, she decided to veer even further from Suzanne's approved script. She said, "Now Susan, let's do a little mental exercise. I want you to lie back on the couch and we're going to do some visualizations."

Susan lay back and luxuriated in the feeling of the leather couch as her massive breasts fell against her body.

"Good. Now let yourself get completely relaxed. Breathe in deep... Good. Close your eyes and let yourself go limp. Like a wet noodle... Good. Now, I want you to mentally explore your feelings for your son. I want you to take a few minutes and just imagine what it would be like to have your son inside you, bringing you to ecstasy. Keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed. Imagine that his penis is pushing in and out of your body while you receive him with your legs locked around his waist. I want to see what kind of feelings that inspires in you, to determine if we have a problem."

Susan warned, "But doctor, that's going to inspire some very horny feelings." Even as she said this, the pace of her breathing increased. Her eyes nearly glazed over.

"Well sure, that'll be part of it, but just go with it and let's see what all comes out." Xania watched Susan like a hungry wolf eyeing defenseless prey. She could tell that Susan was a ticking time-bomb of sex already on a very short fuse.

So Susan lay on the couch with her eyes closed and silently thought about having full intercourse with her son. Within a minute, her breathing started to become very labored.

Tiger, no! You can't! I'm your mommy! Oh, but you ARE! You're sliding your big fat cock into my helpless pussy! I can feel it splitting me wide open. So wide! So thick! MMMM! Ron's penis was like a toothpick compared to yours. OH! GOD! SO GOOD! SO HOT! MMMM!

After another minute, one of her hands drifted to her exposed boobs. Another minute passed and her legs started to writhe around involuntarily. Although she groped her tit-flesh, she tried her hardest not to plunge a hand under her panties.

OH NO! It's going DEEPER! So DEEP! I can't help myself - I totally LOVE IT! YES! You're not just starting to thrust your huge cock in me, you're taking control! You're proving that your cock BELONGS in me! It feels so good! TOO good! How can I possibly resist?! MMMM! MMMM! YES! Dear God, help me! I'm turning into one of Tiger's fuck toys, just like Angel! A total fuck toy, in every way!

After another minute, her dress rode up and her legs spread wide as if she was ready any second to have Alan impale her with his erection.

Xania herself was getting very aroused at the sight, but she said calmly, "All right, Susan, so tell me what you're thinking right now. Calmly."

Xania figured that Susan wouldn't be able to see if she took advantage of herself behind her desk. Since she held a pen in her hands as if she was taking notes, she dropped that hand down to her crotch. Her tight skirt naturally bunched up, and she began to lightly trace the outline of her clit with the pen.

"Yes, doctor," Susan gasped. "I'm on a beach. The beach we were at over the weekend. My Tiger is lying on top of me. Such a big, strong tiger, and I'm so helpless. He's fucking me! He's fucking me like a madman! So good! It's going in and out and he's ramming me up and down, up and down, driving me into the sand! MMMM! God! The ocean waves are crashing over my body! He's fucking his mommy out in the open, but I don't care! I just want it in me, more! Mmmm, yeah! More! Harder! Fuck me, Son! Nail me! Fuck your mommy good! Fuck-"

"Excuse me," Xania interrupted.

Susan had started relatively calmly but within seconds she was panting and heaving and nearly shouting. It took a while for her to react to Xania's comment.

Xania said, "Try to calm down, please. Freeze the image there and calm your breathing." Xania was better able to control herself to outside appearances, but her own hand was attacking her own clit more fervently with the pen even as she said this.

Susan slowly brought her breathing under control, relatively speaking, but she continued to grope her heaving chest. Her voice trembled as she mumbled, "Oh Lord God, he's in me! So deep!"

Xania could see a very big wet patch on Susan's panties. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she wondered how Susan's drenched pussy might taste. She didn't have to guess too hard though, because she could smell pussy from across the room. "That's better," she soothed. "Now, tell me about your feelings. What feelings are going through your head?"

"Heat. Extreme heat. I'm burning up. Horniness. Complete and absolute, utter arousal. It's like he's really fucking me! It's good! So good! Mmmm! It's like I can feel his thickness filling me!" Her hips started to involuntarily buck and thrust up into the air again as she described her feelings.

"Now hold on," Xania urged. "Stay calm. What about negative emotions? Are you feeling any of those?" she spread her legs wider to better attack her clit with the pen.

Had Susan looked up, she might have wondered why Xania's knees were so high above the desk, but she didn't. Xania's pantyhose still stood between her and direct contact with her privates, or she would have been plunging the pen in and out of her slit already.

Susan pondered her answer, trying to think coherently. "Uhhh, let's see. Frustration. Some part of me realizes this isn't real and that my son isn't actually fucking me now and hasn't actually fucked me yet. Not even once! That's really frustrating. GOD, that's so frustrating!"

Xania waited for more. Finally she asked, "Is that it?"

"IT'S WRONG!"

"What? Excuse me?" Xania thought Susan was being hit by guilt and complaining about the wrongness of incest.

But Susan explained, "It's wrong that he hasn't fucked me yet! I see it so clearly now. My body belongs to him! I can deny nothing to him, not even my pussy! ESPECIALLY not my pussy! Oh God! This exercise is so illuminating. My pussy NEEEEDS his cock!"

Xania was relieved, not to mention secretly amused. "So that's it? No guilt? Fear? Worry? And please try to control yourself and your breathing before you answer." She added that because Susan was panting so hard, it seemed like she was on the verge of hyperventilating. The way Susan's huge tits heaved up and down was enticing, to say the least.

One of Xania's knees banged loudly against the desk as her body writhed involuntarily. She brought a second hand around and slipped it under the panties and pantyhose. Two fingers of that hand found their way into her vagina while the other hand still worked on her clit with the pen. She hoped Susan was too far gone to notice.

Susan counted to ten in her mind, trying to calm down. Then she continued, "No. That comes before and after. But during, like when I masturbate, I just let myself go! It feels so good! But I'm a good girl. I am not going to put my hand down there. NO! Bad! Bad girl! Mommy has to be a good girl for Tiger. This sex cow has to save her needy pussy for his big prick!" Susan's chest was heaving again, and her legs kicked wildly up in the air.

Xania said, "Okay, calm down! Calm down."

Then there was a silence, because Xania was starting to quietly cum. She found the intense incestuous emotions Susan was expressing just too arousing to control herself, and she was getting a great feeling from the way she ran her pen up and down over her clit and pussy lips.

She waited until she got her own immense relief with a nice clitoral orgasm, and then tidied up a bit.

With her hands once again safely above the desk, she said, "Open your eyes and just relax. The exercise is over."