Deviant Psychologist Chapter 3
After Jason had destroyed both Isabelle's shirt and bra, I gave her a unisex black sweater from my storage. With her physical needs satisfied and more shame than anger, she hurried out of there.
"Alright, the two of you," I remarked naked, showing them the door. "Enjoy your pleasure-giving session."
Following their departure, I indulged in a martini and felt pleased with my success. Although I hadn't anticipated re-encountering them, I was curious to see how they were getting along.
A couple of weeks later, Jason phoned, requesting a follow-up appointment. Excited and intrigued to find out how they were managing, I made time to see them after my final client of the day - anticipating I'd be in the mood.
Jason lugged his typical aggressive energy, using his hands to roughly handle my breasts for an instant before entering the room. I accepted his forcefulness, but recognized the need to first give Isabelle a chance to release her anger.
Sitting on the opposite couch, maintaining my undressed state with my skirt up and panties exposed, I began,"It's nice to see you both again. Isabelle, I wasn't expecting to see you here today, given the circumstances of our last meeting."
"Why? It's not like we have other options." Isabelle barked, irritated.
"A fair point," I replied with a smile on my face.
Hands still on his knees, Jason began, "We're still experiencing issues."
"Really?" Isabelle snapped, glaring at me.
"We have sex every night, and twice on the weekends," Jason elaborated.
"I agree," Isabelle whispered with slight calmness. "And you've made me cum almost every time..."
I interrupted, "Is that true?"
"Yes," Jason admitted. "However..."
I lifted my hand, halting him.
"Alright, let's sum up. Both of you have daily sex and Isabelle has experienced more orgasms than ever. What's the issue?"
"It's not the actual fucking," Jason said, frustrated.
"What else then?" I enquired, absent-mindedly plucking at my nipple.
"Blowjobs, for one," he responded loudly.
Isabelle rolled her eyes and angrily responded toward him, "I sucked your dick in the parking lot just now! I can still taste your sperm!"
"You gave me many, but not enough," Jason insisted, unashamed.
Isabelle feigned confusion. "7 blowjobs in 13 days...how is that inadequate?"
He clarified, "That's only six. I've given you eight."
Surprised, she shrugged. "To be honest, I don't remember counting. But isn't that enough, Jason?"
"No," he said with determination. "You're my whore."
Isabelle's eyes widened in outrage, but I sensed her concealed sensuality.
I continued, "OK, so let's set aside the blowjobs. What else should improve?" This infuriated Isabelle, increasing her arousal.
"I wanted to ask about anal," Jason blurted.
"Does that hurt?" I inquired.
"Not particularly," she breathed, aroused. "It was fun."
"And did he last long?"
"Although a bit forceful, yes."
"I see. So you both enjoyed it, it seems."
She glanced at him disapprovingly. "I'm not a whore for this!"
"So, let's agree what you are then," I verbally prodded while bringing my other hand to my other nipple.
"I'm a whore," Jason spat.
Isabelle gasped in annoyance, but couldn't conceal her excitement. I smirked, noting her suggestive motion towards her growing arousal. Unbeknownst to them, I was carefully provoking their fluctuating emotions.
"I'd really love to go down on her more than she allows me," Jason said, lightly squeezing his dirty bulge in his pants. Disappointed, Isabelle put her hands on both sides of her face and exclaimed out loud and clear, "Jason, you licked me during my lunch break!"
"Yes, that was today," he acknowledged before continuing to complain. Isabelle didn't let him finish, "Jason, for God's sake! These past two weeks, you've eaten my pussy under the shower, in front of the TV, on the stairs, on the kitchen sink, on the dining room table, and yesterday, during my call with my grandma."
Then she turned to me and added, "I swear sometimes, I feel like an ice cream cone."
I laughed and stood up. I grabbed my underwear with both hands and ripped them in half as I sat back down on Jason.
"It seems like you two are having a lot of fun together," I whispered as I reached down and unzipped him, pulling out his rock-hard cock with both hands, all while glancing over at Isabelle.
"Let me tell you, your mother is trying her best to be the biggest, horniest slut she can be," I whispered, looking Jason in the eye, giving his dick a quick tug, all while sitting on him.
"And Jason," I moaned, sliding my wet pussy down over his thick member, looking back at Isabelle, "wants to be the insatiable dog he is at his age."
"These are growing pains," I whispered, "you guys have only been fucking for two weeks, these little problems will work themselves out if you give it a bit more time."
"What about her tits?" Jason asked, turning his head towards her.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, not that again," Isabelle responded, taking her eyes off our crotches only briefly to roll her eyes upwards in annoyance.
"What is the issue this time?" I asked, glancing over at her, riding Jason a little faster and more excited.
"He's fixated on my tits! He wants me to flash them at the most inconvenient times."
"So?" I replied, twisting my body so I could see her better, riding Jason harder and faster.
"Well, let's talk about your cunt," I whispered, laughing evilly, "you're not just his mother anymore, Isabelle. You're his whore too. He can see them whenever he wants."
She didn't say anything for a few moments. She might not admit it, but she was getting turned on. Not just by me fucking her son, but also by my rude comments.
"And it's not just your tits," I added, smirking, "he wants to see that pussy of yours."
"I knew you would take his side on this," she sighed, squeezing her right tit with her left hand.
"Of course I would, Isabelle! Deep down, you understand that your only purpose is to be at his beck and call 24/7," I said, smugly.
Isabelle didn't say another word. I could see how turned on she was.
"Why don't we practice a little bit?" I whispered, mocking her, "Take off your clothes! Right here, right now... for no reason whatsoever!"
She looked at me for a few seconds, then at Jason thrusting into me, realizing fully he wouldn't care about her or her naked body, but she did it anyway. I kept riding Jason while she, submissively, took off everything, including her underwear.
After completely stripping, I quickly fucked Jason until he was on the verge of breaking. Then, I jumped off and told him, "Get up and jerk off in her face." He did so immediately without hesitation. I then turned towards Isabelle and whispered, "Look at my tits when you cum!"
Jason once again shifted his attention towards my concealed breasts, covered by a mustard-colored sweater, causing him to shake and tremble on his feet. Isabelle was mortified, wanting him to focus on her naked figure that was being fondled by her own hands instead.
When Jason was about to climax, she rolled her eyes and muttered, "Unbelievable... you damn brat!" Despite this, she remained seated, allowing him to ejaculate in her face. As soon as he was done, he retreated, and she opened her eyes with a scowl, pretending to be angry.
I got down between Isabelle's legs and started licking her wet pussy. She unconsciously welcomed me, as her experience made her aware of the pleasure I was about to give her. While licking her, I said, "You know I'm right, don't you?"
"About what?" she asked.
"About being his whore in life."
"But he still…"
"No Isabelle, he doesn't owe you anything! You're not his equal. You're not his partner. You're not his girlfriend. You're his bitch!"
This statement seemed to turn Isabelle on, as my tongue explored her intimate spots.
"You're on the right track," I said, "But I think you could learn even more from another couple. They're like you, except the father is still with them. The mother enjoys pleasing her son and has even become a slut for other people as well. They can teach you some valuable pointers."
Jason eagerly agreed, while Isabelle appeared less enthusiastic but didn't object.
"I'll call them and set up a time. Till then, continue what you're doing!"
I continued pleasuring Isabelle until she was as horny as possible. Then, I instructed her to dress up. Confused, annoyed, and extremely horny, she complied.
I highly enjoyed leaving her in this state before moving on to fulfill my own desires. I used a vibrator on myself for about twenty minutes, climaxing thrice behind my desk before I decided to leave. Then, I drove home, masturbating some more.
Approximately three days later, I invited Jason and Isabelle for a session with the other 'couple'. I greeted them in the waiting room, still naked from the waist down and with Jason's sperm still on my face.
"The Bensons will be here in about five minutes. I brought you here a few minutes earlier to explain everything. David, the father, is blissfully ignorant. He believes this is just family therapy. I've had sessions with him and Mireille regarding intimacy, but he didn't learn much – if you get what I mean," I explained.
"Mireille, on the other hand, has turned into an absolute slut. After trying out different sexual encounters, I figured out that she prefers clinging to her son. They're in the same situation as you two, only two years later."
"Two years?" Isabelle inquired in a soft tone, attempting to imagine being Jason's slut for such a long time.
"Does that arouse you, Isabelle?" I asked boldly.
She admitted shyly, "A bit," while chuckling, flinching slightly, and feeling a bit squirmy with the cum on my face.
"Alright, come in. Give me a moment to tidy myself up." I didn't have much time to wipe the cum off my face and dress properly, as the Bensons arrived promptly. I aimed to humiliate David from the start.
I introduced everyone - Jason and Isabelle to Mireille and her son Tim. There was no mention of David. He seemed confused, but didn't object. Then, I asked them to sit on the couch, facing away from Jason and Isabelle.
"Isabelle and Jason are going through some difficulties that you've already overcome," I said, "And I hoped that you, Mireille and Tim, could assist them in finding solutions and give them some helpful suggestions."
I suggested that David leave since there was no male figure in Jason and Isabelle's relationship.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed meekly and got up. As I escorted him out, Tim Crawled under his mum's skirts and began touching her.
Mireille showed no signs of disapproval; rather, she seemed to be enjoying it. She didn't even flinch as he did it.
"Pardon the crudity," I said to the group, "But having him leave immediately after he entered is an exciting turn-on."
As I sat on a chair, perpendicular to the two sofas on which everyone else was seated, I asked, "Isabelle, do you have any questions for Mireille?"
Mireille replied, "We just arrived a few minutes ago, so I haven't been able to empty poor Tim just yet."
"Sure," I smiled, "We'll wait."
Tim, recognizing that he was now under scrutiny, continued groping his mother. Mireille didn't seem to mind. In fact, she didn't move a muscle except for fidgeting with her wedding ring.
"So, Isabelle..." I said, "What would you like to ask?"
Mireille replied, "Perhaps we could wait until later for the questions? My son and I arrived very recently. We haven't had enough time to drain him."
As they continued to engage in this private interaction, shifting the focus from the main issue, Mireille started touching her breasts. Tim soon took out his penis and started stroking it. I was drawn to Isabelle's gaze, which fell on Tim's member.
She quickly retracted her gaze when she realized she was being watched. Mireille sat down on the floor in front of her sofa, curling her fingers through her belly button and letting out sultry moans.
"I'm such a slut," she moaned, looking up at me. Jason, too, took out his member and began stroking it.
Mireille leaned back, raising a foot to the armrest and spreading her legs. She proceeded to insert her fingers into her crotch, making wet noises for all to hear. I watched in anticipation as Tim walked over to my desk and grabbed a bin containing finely shredded paper while Isabelle stroked her son's dick.
Tim slowly positioned the bin in front of Mireille and pulled her to her knees. Even as she finger-fucked herself, Tim pressed his body against her, pressing his thick penis to the small of her back. He wrapped his hands around her breasts and massaged them as he saw fit.
With her son groping her everywhere, Mireille began finger-fucking herself vigorously while making noises meant to excite everyone. Appealing to the group's desires, she even started tugging on her nipples with her free hand.
Finally, viewing the bin, Tim emptied it onto her head as she continued, unperturbed, to touch her vulva. Removing the bin, Mireille placed it over her head, still fingering herself.
"Cum for me, you naughty girl," Tim demanded aggressively, pounding away. Mireille groaned and sighed as Tim turned the bin and her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her through the fine metal grating. This intensified Mireille's arousal even further. She appeared to be deeply enjoying the humiliation she was subjected to.
Tim then wrapped his free arm around her and started groping her breasts while he continued to wank. Meanwhile, Mireille appeared to be approaching some sort of depraved orgasm. She bucked slightly and twitched a few times, causing Tim to reach his climax as well. He swiftly got up and moved to her front.
While Mireille was convulsing, Tim aimed his throbbing penis towards the middle of her face and fired his load through the metal grate, coating her face in cum. This depraved act drove her completely wild. She started shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy frantically, experiencing violent convulsions.
After he'd emptied his load onto his mother's face through the grated bin, Tim took a step back and admired his handiwork proudly. Isabelle, on the other hand, was still stroking her son's massive penis, her expression a mixture of interest and envy.
When Mireille gazed up at him, through the grating with only one eye open as the other had been completely covered in cum, Tim, confident in his position, sauntered over to his seat and sat back down.
Mildly satisfied after her moderate orgasm, but fundamentally degraded, Mireille got up slowly and finally removed the bin from her head. I stopped touching myself and also got up to assist her. Upon providing her with a box of tissues to clean the cum off her face, I began collecting the scattered paper snippets from the floor and putting them back into the bin.
Once I was done, I returned the bin to its proper place. The four of us then waited for Mireille to fully clean herself up and change her clothes before proceeding with the session. Isabelle still held onto her son's massive penis, occasionally tugging and stroking it.
Mireille, no longer embarrassed by her actions, but still feeling a tad self-conscious, sat back down next to her son and, once again, switched her wedding ring to a different finger.
"Alright, thank you Mireille and Tim for sharing that fascinating scenario," I chuckled, "Isabelle, you had some inquiries for them?"
"Yeah, I do," Isabelle replied, instinctively withdrawing her hand from her son's groin and scooting closer to the edge of her seat.
"How do you manage all these activities within the household?" she asked Mireille, "I mean, having sex with your son is one thing, but you also need to accommodate your husband. How do you achieve this balance?"
"A key element is organizing our lives," Mireille responded, "And I have developed a small trick."
She held up her hand, displaying the wedding ring on her left ring finger.
"This ring. If I wear it on this finger, I am a mother and a wife. Whenever David becomes aroused, I do my best to please him as his wife. However, Tim, he must listen to me, respect me, and adhere to my instructions."
She lifted the ring from her left finger and placed it on her middle finger, "When I wear it this way, I am a cheating, incestuous whore. I'm ready and willing to fulfill any depraved desires for my son, while receiving no respect from him."
"I am his slut... his slutty slut... I'll oblige in anything he orders, and he's under no obligation to respect me." Mireille concluded, fixing her gaze on Tim, seemingly seeking further instructions. Tim eventually realized what she intended and said:
"Alright, stand up and display your lady bits for the others."
Without hesitation, Mireille obeyed, lifting her skirt above her waist and pushing her white panties to the side, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic area to Isabelle and Jason. Jason, instinctively reacting, grabbed his still exposed penis and carefully squeezed it a few times. Isabelle, too, was clearly turned on and fidgeted in her seat.
"Uh... how... how do you manage your husband's needs," Isabelle stuttered, clearly captivated by the sight of Mireille's pussy, "when you're... uh... like this?"
"I don't," Mireille answered, "I let him take care of them himself."
This intrigued Isabelle, who shifted in her seat once more.
Tim, using this moment of silence to his advantage, looked up at Mireille and ordered, "Now, show them your huge tits."
Mireille displayed her exposed vagina shamelessly, then used her spare hand to lift her shirt, showing off her white bra. She then jiggled her bra cups, one by one, until her huge tits came out, on full display. With one hand holding her underwear sideways and the other holding her shirt up, she was a racy spectacle indeed.
Jason enjoyed the sight and started rubbing his rigid, nearly purple cock.
"Do you completely ignore your husband?" Isabelle inquired.
"But that's not all. I try to be as manipulative as possible - Christie taught me that," Mireille admitted, glancing at me as she said it. We both shared a silent laugh.
"What's the point of it?" Isabelle questioned, acting as if she were fondling her son's testicles, "I understand the appeal of a young, hard fuck and the excitement of forbidden fruit. And I can also understand why you're painting your husband negatively - it'd drive Tim crazy. But what attracts you to all this?"
"You're joking, right?" Mireille chuckled, "It's the sheer arrogance... the disrespect. You give yourself to him practically non-stop - you shed clothing, kneel, lay on your back, on all fours... you swallow his semen, get his cum on your face... and he doesn't even acknowledge it!"
This statement made Isabelle think for a moment, as she recognized her own situation.
"You can bare your breasts a hundred times a day, and it'll never be enough. You can suck his dick four times a day, and he'll still be clamoring for more. It's never enough!" Mireille whispered, "And that thought turns me on more every time, knowing that he treats me like an object!"
Isabelle cast her gaze on Jason, laboriously pumping his cock. She pondered how she'd been going about things all wrong. As she was still contemplating this, Tim once more addressed his mother:
"Take off your clothes and kneel," he ordered, "Only keep your heels on."
Mireille quickly stepped out of her skirt and panties, then unbuttoned her blouse and threw it behind the couch, followed by her bra and panties, which were no longer covering anything important.
Mireille obediently dropped to her knees while still wearing only her high heels. Tim took out his massive, fat penis and began rubbing it, aiming the engorged tip at her face. Jason, inspired by the situation, quickened his own hand movements.
"Now jerk me off," Tim ordered. Seeing Mireille's hands on her son's enormous shaft, Isabelle realized she couldn't resist Jason's pleasure for much longer.
Seeing her mother in such a desperate state of arousal before her, Tim decided to make things easier for her. He approached Isabelle and stepped down in front of her, then bent his head forwards, lightly licking her pussy. Isabelle, very horny but still unsettled by the idea of a second teenage boy touching her, glanced up at Jason, seeking his direction.
"Strip naked, slut!" he whispered, his words echoing off the walls of the room.
Stunned, Isabelle tore off her skirt away from her legs and down to her feet, before unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it behind the couch. She then unclasped the front of her black bra, and was left standing in her underwear, her big tits slightly bigger than Mireille's, swaying lightly in front of her.
Tim watched her with an astonished expression as Mireille had.
"Wow," Tim exclaimed, "Look at Mom's pussy... and her tits!" Isabelle, incredibly horny but also nervous, glanced at her own son for guidance.
He gently pushed her hand aside and stuffed his dick in her mouth. Understanding her next instructions, Isabelle - trembling with a lustful bliss - passionately blew her son's cock, savoring Tim's tongue massaging her.
After a few minutes, Tim stood up, rubbed his dick, and stated, "I want to fuck you now."
Surprised, Isabelle stopped sucking and placed her free hand uneasily on her sex, looking at Jason for approval.
"It's alright, mom," he whispered, understanding that she needed a sign from her son. Confused, but overwhelmed by her sexual arousal, she faced her perverted offspring and looked him straight in the eyes - as her inner self attempted to process what he wanted her to do.
He comforted her, "It's fine," he repeated softly, "Let him enter you!"
A short while later, she slipped her hand away from her vagina, but didn't cease to watch Jason. She lacked the courage to view Tim, his bulky penis, or her own vagina. She simply lay still, waiting for this unknown man to put his insolent member inside her.
When he did, she gasped passionately, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back.
"My goodness, I'm such a whore," she moaned softly, looking back at her son.
"Don't tell me. Tell him," Jason replied, tenderly stroking her hair.
Rather than defy his instructions, Isabelle looked up at Tim for the first time. Their gazes met and they held them for several seconds -- as he continued to penetrate her.
"I'm such an immoral whore!" she moaned passionately.
"Are you now?" Tim smirked, keen to test her boundaries. He quickly withdrew his dick from Isabelle's abused vagina and climbed onto the couch, gripping her head with both hands and slowly guiding his penis towards her mouth.
Isabelle didn't hesitate this time and opened up, allowing Tim to start fucking her mouth -- making her taste her own vagina quite intensely. After around fifteen or twenty thrusts, he stepped down once more and thrust his dick back into her eagerness.
He repeated this 'vagina-to-mouth' sequence five more times, before he eventually drew out of Isabelle's ravaged vagina and blasted his enormous load across her abdomen and breasts. However, before she could crawl out of his embrace, Tim whispered, "Stay right there, darling, I'm not finished with you."
Puzzled yet eager for a climax, Isabelle didn't move another limb. Tim then turned his attention to Jason and asked, "Want to give it a go?"
Jason smirked coolly and nodded, stroking his dick.
"Lay on your back," Tim instructed, glancing back at Mireille. Jason promptly walked up to her and slowly knelt between her legs. While they uncomfortably examined one another's eyes, he slowly slipped his fat penis into her welcoming vagina.
Mireille, more debased than Isabelle, instantly began moaning around Jason's cock.
"Oh fuck [moan] yes, that's it [grunt]!" she signed.
After taking roughly ten firm thrusts from Jason, Mireille tilted her head back at me and extended her right hand, beckoning me.
I stood up and walked up to her. Once I was in a suitable position, she pushed my skirt up with both hands and lasciviously extended her tongue out of her mouth. I comprehended her predicament and quickly discarded my panties before squatting in front of her and pressing my vagina onto her face. She immediately began to lick and suck my moist vagina quite noisily.
Meanwhile, Tim -- planning a second round with Isabelle -- knelt in between her legs and started eating her vagina as well. She was taken aback by his skill but it was evident his eating skills were superb. She attempted to remain still and not moan or move a single muscle, but soon she was far too horny for that.
Shortly thereafter, she was emitting meek moans regularly and rubbing her open palms over her skin -- deliberately smearing the remaining sperm into her flesh. Tim glanced up at her, savoring her performance as a shameless whore, and started to reinflate his partially hard penis.
Meanwhile, on the other couch, Jason was forcefully thrusting Mireille, who was still forcefully licking me like a starving dog. She moaned and grunted quite audibly into my vagina. When Jason felt her growing jerky and on the verge of an orgasm, she pushed me away, looked up at him, and grunted, "Pump me with your cum!"
This really stimulated Jason! Gasping helplessly, he arched his back and crumpled on top of her, whining as he released his sperm deep inside her.
"Or into me," Mireille chuckled, "That works just as well."
Jason hungrily placed his mouth on her left nipple and avidly sucked on it like an animal. He continued to forcefully eject his load deep inside of her. Even more pleased by his frenzied nipple sucking, Mireille put her left hand on his head and chuckled, "You're positively adorable!"
Her denegatory comment -- implying that she'd experienced better action from him -- only emboldened Jason to convulse more intensely. It took him over thirty seconds to settle calmly on top of her, completely out of breath. They simply lay close to each other for the next couple of minutes.
In the meantime, Tim had inserted his hard penis into Isabelle's already irritated vagina.
"Jesus Christ!" she moaned discretely, taken aback by how amazing his fat penis felt inside her. [
Tim aggressively penetrated her, pushing her deeper into the couch with each thrust. Her arms and legs were limp and flailing, moving to the rhythm of his movements. Her face was twisted in enjoyment, disbelief, and desire.
It didn't take long for her to pull more and more of him out with each thrust, then slamming the whole length of his hard dick back into her repeatedly. Before long, Isabelle experienced a long-overdue, delightful, powerful orgasm.
For a few glorious minutes, Tim aggressively thrust, causing her to flail around with ecstasy. Then, nearing his own climax, he asked, "Can I cum in your face?"
"Yes!" Isabelle responded without hesitation. Tim removed his foot from the armrest, leaned over, and began pumping his dick above her face. With her orgasm subsiding, Isabelle gazed up at him, grabbed her breasts, and extended her tongue enticingly.
"Oh fuck," Tim moaned as he released his load. Despite cumming just ten minutes earlier, it was a sizeable discharge. Several thick, stringy beads of cum first, followed by several watery droplets, entirely soaking her face, neck, and hair.
Realizing that no one needed me anymore, I stood up. I pulled up my panties and adjusted my skirt before taking my seat again. After a quick scan of both couples, I inquired, "Are there any more queries?"
Light laughter spread through the room. After everyone had cleaned up themselves, particularly Isabelle, whose face was now completely covered in Tim's sperm, and had recovered, I concluded the time by thanking Tim and Mireille for their "participation."
I escorted them back into the waiting room, where David was idly flipping through a magazine. Mireille, who had learned to be sneaky from me, gave her husband a kiss and a warm embrace--Pregnant with Jason's cum.
After seeing them leave, I went back to my office where Jason and Isabelle were conversing, waiting for me to return. Both stood near the door, eager to depart.
"So, what was your opinion?" I inquired, leaving the door to my office slightly ajar.
"I can't believe they allowed you to maintain a therapist's license!" Isabelle laughed.
I smiled and glanced at Jason, looking for his response.
"Is that us in two years?" Jason asked, "That idea appeals to me."
"I can imagine," Isabelle grinned, envisaging that potential scenario.
"Take her home, Jason... have sex with her every opportunity you get!" I concluded, "She may occasionally resist, but she desires to be a loving whore for you."
Isabelle sent me a dirty look, but didn't oppose anything I'd said.
"We will," Jason responded, gripping my left breast and guiding his mother out the door.
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