Both Marilyn and Robert couldn't believe how relieved they felt after their first visit to the Abrams Health Institute. Both were unable to contain their smiles during the car ride home. They felt as if a great weight had been lifted.
Once inside the front door, Marilyn turned to her son and said, "Thank you so much for coming with me to the institute, sweetheart. I think the doctor really helped us. Don't you?"
"Oh definitely mom," He quickly replied. His mind still overcome with how exciting and erotic the visit to the institute was. "So, when can we go back?" His enthusiasm was difficult to hide.
"We made an appointment for the 20th. That's two weeks from now." Marilyn also sensed her son's excitement and was happy with the success of the treatment. She too could not forget how sexually exciting it was to witness her son masturbating while being coached and encouraged by Dr. Abrams. Images of her son's erect penis and his ejaculation were fresh in her mind.
"Why don't you go and get cleaned up," she requested, "I'm going to take a shower too then get dinner ready. Ok honey?"
Once in her bedroom, Marilyn quickly began removing her clothes down to her bra and panties, entered her master bathroom and turned on the shower. Just as she began to pull down her panties, she noticed how damp they were from the day's excitement. Once naked, she began to shower.
As the warmth of the water began to relax her, Marilyn soaped her body. Her hands lingering slowly over her C-cup breasts, cupping them in her hands, pausing at her nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers. As she recalled the images of her son Robert stroking his penis, her hands moved down slowly towards her vagina. Marilyn couldn't stop rubbing herself, the feelings of intense sexual excitement that had built up during the day had to be released. Just as she saw Robert's orgasm, she needed one as well.
Marilyn couldn't remember the last time she masturbated. She too did not want anyone to know she what she was doing, least of all Robert. Her sexual releases came few and far between. She had often thought of buying herself some toys, wondering what it would be like to hold a dildo or experience a vibrator, but couldn't overcome her shyness to purchase one.
Instead, Marilyn used her hands, and tonight, they would be all she needed. Her hands now buried between her thighs, massaging her clitoris, exploring her inner lips, a loud moan escaped as her orgasm approached. "Ohhhhh, Robert!" she yelled as she climaxed.
"Oh no," she paused. Marilyn wasn't sure what she had just said, or how loud she said it. She just had the most intense orgasm she could remember and then called out her son's name in ecstasy. Quickly, she stepped out of the shower and dried, getting herself ready to prepare dinner for the both of them.
Meanwhile, Robert had stepped into the hallway bathroom and readied the shower. Once naked, he paused to admire himself in the mirror, feeling a new sense of pride and excitement having just come from the most incredible experience. Thinking of the recent events, his penis quickly grew. His hands moved down towards it, eager to stroke it again but he decided, "No, not yet." He wanted to wait. Hoping, maybe, he might be able to enjoy it later with his mother, remembering what Dr. Abrams had asked. Robert jumped in the shower, hurrying to get ready for dinner.
His penis remained engorged and at full erection while he soaped his body. Again and again he just couldn't resist fondling his genitals, giving them extra attention, giving his penis several strokes. Ultimately, he could not resist continuing to pleasure himself. Even with his monumental orgasm earlier in the day, he was overwhelmingly aroused.
Robert's strokes became faster and faster as he gripped himself more firmly. He head of his penis, darkening in color, signaled his soon to be release. "Uh, uh, ummmph..." he moaned as he spurted his semen against the shower wall. The volume was nearly equal to his earlier ejaculation at the Institute. Each spurt decreasing in power, Robert continued to stroke himself, squeezing his penis and milking the last drops of cum.
Although relieved, Robert couldn't help but think how much more exciting it would have been if his mother could have seen him. If only she was at the bathroom door, observing him, encouraging him, cheering him on. No, that would have to wait. "One step at a time," he thought to himself. He finished showering and prepared for dinner with his mother.
During dinner, Marilyn and Robert happily chatted over small things, like food, Robert's school, and his car, which seemed to remain in a permanent state of disrepair. Both of them were still unable to speak directly about the events earlier in the day. After some time, it was Robert who broke the silence, much to Marilyn's relief.
"Mom, do you remember what Dr. Abrams said at the end, just before we left?" he asked.
