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NUDIST f****y SEX CLINIC

... son had seated himself on a bench outside of a Victoria’s Secret store, and he unobtrusively stared at all the women who came out; particularly if they were attractive, or scantily clothed. Connie breathed a little sigh of relief when she realized that Billy might be a terribly shy boy, but he was very sexually aware of and attracted to females. When she finally went to collect him, she could see that he placed a book he’d been reading over his crotch as if to cover…his erection. Billy’s apparent indifference to sex made Connie wonder about her own femininity. Her son didn’t seem at all curious about Connie’s body, or sexuality. He never peeked at her, or tried to see her fully or even partially undressed. Being unexcited by your mother’s physicality was probably normal, of course, but a boy’s i****tual thoughts about the woman he lived with and who’d given him birth wasn’t really unheard of. She recalled the disgusting stories from some of her lady friends about their sons’ curiosity, and occasional attempts to see them without their clothes on. In fact, she’d heard whispered stories about actual sexual contact between mothers and their sons. Connie just couldn’t even imagine what kind of woman would be able to take her own son as a lover. She shivered at the very thought of it, and quickly put it out of her mind. Like any other normal mother, the very idea of i****t was totally foreign and repugnant to her. Nonetheless, she loved her son very much and sympathized with his ...

... loneliness and obvious discomfort with the opposite sex. She knew without any doubt that something would have to be done for the boy, and very soon. The more she tried not to think about the increasingly large semen stains she found on her son’s bed sheets, the more aware she was of Billy’s difficulty in finding some healthy outlet for his sexual needs, and apparent desires. After almost constant episodes of guilt and worry, Connie decided that she had to get her son some help. Even though Billy was approaching the end of his teens, he still looked so young that Connie couldn’t help but think of him as a c***d. For that reason, when she looked for a doctor to help him with his problem, she naturally chose a c***d psychiatrist that she’d heard very good things about. She found Dr. Elaine to be a wonderful choice. She was a plump, maternal-looking woman in her 50’s, with glasses, large hips and a protruding bosom that appeared to sag quite a big because of their size and weight. She reminded Connie of her old fifth grade teacher. Connie had worried that she’d have trouble explaining Billy’s problems, but the doctor was very perceptive. Not far into their visit, Connie blurted out the whole thing, accompanied by a flood of guilty tears. Dr. Elaine allowed her to finish crying. She told Connie that Billy’s problem was not that unusual, and she’d dealt with it many timesbefore. The doctor’s voice was very reassuring as she told Connie that there was a somewhat extreme, but highly ...