Incest Thoughts, Katrina’s First Session with Her Therapist Part 2
He had to know the reasons why I needed his help so badly. All these incest thoughts and fantasies swirling in my head must mean I’m sick. Heck, even now as I sat down, I thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be interesting if we did family therapy and … ‘ I shook my head to clear those thoughts and concentrate on why I was here; to get rid of those thoughts completely.
“Okay, Katrina, what has brought you to my office today? I received notes from my service about you feeling stressed and overwhelmed with ‘bad thoughts’. So, why don’t you tell me about it in your own words.” He leaned back in his chair and relaxed. He didn’t have a notebook and I cocked my head thinking it odd. I was perplexed. He said, “Oh, and all sessions are recorded with audio and video. It’s all used for therapy review by myself and nobody else has access to the recordings.”
I relaxed then and began to tell him everything.
My Oedipal thoughts laid bare to him. How I was constantly fantasizing about my husband and me with our children for the past several months. We talked about how I thought about my son and I having sex in the dining room and my daughter walks in to join us. I told him about wanting to have an orgy with my children and my husband comes home early, surprised but too horny to resist us. Some of them involved my children’s friends too. Once, I even fantasized about my husband and his boss with me and my daughter. Soon, he stopped me and suggested that I do some relaxation techniques with him.
Honestly, I didn’t think that relaxation techniques were going to fix my problem, but I proceeded.
It seems like only a moment is past. The therapist is telling me that the session is over and I’m feeling so good. I went home from my session talking about my incest thoughts feeling so much better. I went upstairs and showered. Then I changed into a short skirt and sheer wrap-around blouse. I needed to start dinner because my husband and kids would be home soon. I’m in the kitchen starting dinner. My son comes into the kitchen to ask, “What’s for dinner?” Before I really know what I’m doing, I am pulling open my blouse, hiking up my skirt. Then I drop to my knees in front of him. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. He’s standing there in shock for a moment as I unzip his pants, pull out his cock out, and start sucking it.
My daughter walks through the door.
It was almost like a dream come true when she dropped her book bag and started to strip for us both. I look up at my son with his cock in my mouth and motion her to join me when she’s completely naked. The whole situation was eerily like my Oedipal thoughts and fantasies. Soon, we are all naked and moving to the dining room for more room to play. My son is fondling his sister’s puffy nipples and she is lightly stroking his cock as we walk into the dining room. I turn towards them and they’re standing in a full-body embrace grinding up against each other like they’d been doing it their entire lives. It filled me with joy, sexual rapture. My pussy was dripping wet.
I lifted my daughter onto the dining room table and spread her milky thighs.
Her pussy is beautiful. It’s so fresh, pink, and smooth. I’m almost drooling when I bend over the table and spread my legs so my son has access to my dripping wet pussy. I take one long lick between those beautiful lips and taste my little girl. She tastes so sweet! She shivered and pushed her hips up into my face. Then my son took hold of my hips and thrust his big cock into my pussy. My daughter is fucking my face. My son is fucking me so hard that I’m cuming non-stop when my husband walks in from work. At first, he looks shocked but then he drops his briefcase, strips, and pushes me away from our daughter’s pussy so he can fuck it. It is incest thoughts and fantasies come true; my dream come true!
Check out my audio blog with an extra addition not available in print when the therapist does his review of Katrina’s session.
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