Amy

“I’ve those funny inner lips that poke out between my labia, like knotted elastic, slightly darker than the surrounding skin. I think it looks nice especially with having no hair there, and being shaved down there means the hairs don’t get caught up in the lip folds. I was forever scratching myself before I started shaving. Mary, on the other hand, is completely bald, smooth as silk. She looks like a child, not a woman of twenty-two… and she tastes like an angel.”

That was all it took — he choked back a squeal as he ejaculated and hoped the stain wouldn’t show on his trousers, his face scarlet from trying to control himself.

Amy watched him for a moment, trying hard not to smile; she really got a kick out making a young man cream just from the description of her body, and the last line invariably tipped the balance. She let him recover some of his poise.

“Well, Tim, I think that has taken your mind off your Mother, do you agree?”

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Good. I’ll ask Mary to come in and help you clean up.” Amy moved back to her desk and clicked the intercom open.

“Mary, can you come to the treatment room and give Tim a hand.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim whispered.

“Tim never ever be sorry, or ashamed, or embarrassed over something as natural as ejaculating. The entire purpose is to make you understand that sex is perfectly normal, natural, and fun. But not with your Mother, please, Tim.”

“Come on, Tim, let’s get you sorted,” Mary said, coming into the room helping him off the sofa.

Mary closed the door quietly, wondering if her Mum had already turned the video camera on.

“Take your trousers off and I’ll sponge them clean for you. Come on, no need to be shy.”

Tim turned his back to Mary, unfastened, unzipped, and lowered his trousers, passing them to her without turning around.

“I’ll put the slide show on again. You might as well watch it while I’m cleaning these. There are some clean boxers on that shelf if you want a fresh pair. They’re those paper disposable types, no need to bring them back.”

“You knew I was watching then. Before?” Tim asked, helping himself from a box on the shelf and moving behind the treatment couch to change his underwear.

“Oh yeh!” she said nonchalantly, “There’s a little camera up there. I watched you gloop all over the floor. I got pretty sticky myself; that’s me, by the way, with the pink dildo,” Mary said pointing at the image projected on the wall. “I think you liked that one. You certainly twitched when it came on.”

“Did your Mum… did Amy watch as well? Why were you watching?”

“Yes, she’s your consultant… of course she watched. She’s probably watching now. Give her a wave. Make her laugh, wave your prick at her.”

“Mary!”

“What?”

“How can you be so blasé? She’s my cousin, you’re my….”

“Second cousin or something… I can never remember how that works. At least neither of us is your Mum. That’s just naughty. Well, not naughty exactly, it just sometimes leads to horrendous guilt and screws up peoples lives, better to find sex elsewhere. If you want sex, go out and get yourself a girlfriend. Don’t go snooping around your Mum.

“As for watching you… apart from the fun,” she said teasingly. “It’s useful to see how a client reacts, body language, reaction to images, inhibition, or lack of. All pointers to the way your mind and body works. You were perfectly normal by the way. We would both have been much more concerned about your mental condition if you’d not jacked off. But mostly, the camera is there for security, our clients, and our own. Oh, and thank you for cleaning the floor, I don’t not what it is in semen, but it’s a bugger to get off these tiles once it has dried on.

“There, I’ve cleaned your trousers. I’ll leave them on the heater to dry while I give you the rest of your treatment. Hop up on the couch.”

Mary wriggled and shucked off her white medical style gown, letting it pool on the floor around her feet, stepping over it, then picking it up and hanging on the door hook.

“Mary! What are you doing?”

“Don’t look away Tim. Oh… that’s Mum by the way, on the wall. I think she has the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen. What do you think? I’m going to have to turn the projector off. I need you to concentrate on me. Ok… have you seen enough?”

Tim, not yet on the couch, his head turning this way and that at Mary’s instigation, wished she would just stop from talking for a minute. She was making his head whirl; he was not at all sure what was going on.

“What’s going on? You’ve been showing me pictures of yourselves? That’s… ”

“Nice? Is that the word you’re searching for? It had better be. We are not going to project just any old images for clients. Well, there are a few, warm-up images I suppose you could call them, but the rest are mostly me or Amy.”

Mary wasn’t going to tell him they also used pictures of his Mum — it would defeat the object of the exercise.

“It would be pretty shallow of us to be counselling on sex and then use a bunch of exploitive porn images to titillate, don’t you think? Get up on the couch please and face me.”

Tim moved himself onto the couch, as instructed, still struggling to come on level terms with the last few minutes.

“Why are you looking so shocked? Is it me in my underwear or the pictures?”

She didn’t stop to let him answer. She knew from experience, the last thing he needed was to think. Her job, very simply, was to keep him, like a surfer, riding the crest of a wave.

“Anyone would think you’d never seen a woman in her underwear, well… I suppose it is pictures only, in your case. This session is to teach you to respect the female body. We like to send our male clients away fully equipped to appreciate a woman, with some pointers on how to make a woman feel good, and some tips on making love to her.”

“Mary I’m not… we’re not going… ”

“No… we’re not. Not unless I get carried away.” She winked. “Look, just relax, Tim. Nothing unusual is happening here. This is normal standard practice, though usually we don’t do this until the second or third session. Mum… Amy obviously thinks your problem isn’t too serious. She’d have spent a lot longer with you otherwise.”

Mary cupped her breasts, threatening to spill them from her bra, and continued, “Good heavens, isn’t this what you’ve been longing for, to see a real woman’s body? I’d rather satisfy your curiosity by letting you see mine than have you peeping around and getting yourself into trouble. There is nothing wrong with voyeurism in and of itself, but trust me, it works better within a relationship where you can tease each other beyond the point of endurance and end with cataclysmic, mind-bending sex, than by peeping through keyholes or windows. Peepers always get caught, because in the end, they actually want the other person to know they are peeping.”

“Emm… I suppose your right. I won’t be doing do it again. This is your job then? Showing off your body to men?”

“And women. Women can have complex sexual frustrations, quite often more complicated than men’s. Sometimes a marriage is on the point of breaking down because a man who’s good in most respects wants to do something with his wife that she finds objectionable for reason of culture or background—like going down on her, or anal.”

She turned away from him and patted her bottom, teasingly, enough to make Tim blush anew.

“The wife wants to save the marriage, so we help her to overcome her reticence, give her confidence and a degree of control so they can both enjoy their lives instead of ending up as another broken marriage statistic.

“Sex is normal. Even so called abnormal sex is normal. Sex is pleasurable. Sex with love is even better. Rather than have you go fumbling around in the dark, possibly wriggling through several layers of clothes, and quite probably giving some girl an experience that will haunt her for years, it is better that I show you what is what, and how to do the things that most girls and women will enjoy.” She said, running her fingers under the elastic edging of her panties, and watching his eyes follow her hands.

“And to answer your question, yes, this is part of my job. Another part is staffing the reception and a third part is counselling, like Amy did with you. Usually, in here, I work with older men and Mum… Christ, I’m going stick with calling her to Amy… Amy works with younger men; we generally get a better response working that way ’round. Amy thinks you have too much of an older woman interest, so you’ve me to tease you.”

“I think you’ve both teased me enough,” he said, his hands strategically hiding the swell beginning to tent the freshly donned bowers. “I’ve learned my lesson. You can stop now.”

“Oh no, I’m only just warming up. Besides, I have an exhibitionist streak in me, it has been a long week, and I’m enjoying making you blush. I remember making you blush once before, years ago, though I can’t for the life of me remember what it was I said to you—see, you’re blushing again. Relax, Tim, you are here to learn and enjoy. I guarantee, what you learn today will pay handsome rewards to your future relationships; girls love a man who knows how to make them feel special, a man who isn’t just interested in getting himself off.”

“Now pay attention; breasts.” Mary cupped her bra-clad breasts. “Have you taken a girl’s bra off?”

“Never had that sort of luck.” Though, just at the moment, as he watched the bulging upper surface of her breast quiver against its restraint, Tim was beginning to wonder how much luckier he could get.

“Undoing a girl’s bra off is important. Undressing a partner is very symbolic in a relationship; you need to learn how to do it properly and expertly. Nothing puts a girl off more than a guy fumbling, trying to undo her bra. You have to realise that getting to the bra taking off stage is a huge step, a girl builds up confidence to allow you to do it, then you fumble around, the moments gone, and she backs off. And that’s it… you’ve lost your chance, and both of you are frustrated. Sit on the edge of the couch. Right, put your arms around me and undo my bra.”