The next morning, Marilyn heard the doorbell ring. As she made her way down the hall, she fastened her robe, then heard the door open. Robert had beaten her to the door. She heard some muffled voices then the door quickly closed again.
"Who was it?" Marilyn asked.
"Delivery. You have a package." Robert explained. "What is it? Can I open it?"
Just then, Marilyn realized what the package was. It was the realistic dildo she ordered, forgetting she marked next-day-delivery. Marilyn froze for a moment, thinking of a response.
"Oh Robert, you nosy boy," Marilyn finally answered. "Just set the box on the table. I'll get to it later." Marilyn hoped that answer would suffice.
"Ok mom. Well, I have to leave now. I'm going to Jeremy's house. He bought some new video games and a few of the guys are getting together."
That was close, Marilyn thought to herself. "Ok honey, have a good time."
"I will. Oh, and..." Robert turned as he stepped out the front door, "thanks again for... um, you know... last night. I'm really glad we got a chance to do that. And thanks for understanding."
"You're welcome sweetie. I hope you had fun." Marilyn's thoughts quickly turned to last night and the experience they shared. The exercise suggested by Dr. Abrams was definitely successful in relieving any shame or guilt about Robert's masturbation. Not only was it something natural for a young man Robert's age, it was now an activity they could share together.
After Robert left, Marilyn quickly turned toward the kitchen table where Robert had placed the package. She grabbed the pair of scissors from the counter and quickly began cutting the tape that sealed the box. As she opened the cardboard flaps, she could see her prize. Inside was a box with a clear cellophane window, revealing the finely sculpted and detailed phallus. Marilyn opened the inner box and pulled out the dildo.
As she held it in her hand, she was amazed at how soft and skin-like it felt, yet stiff and rigid. Everything about it, its length, its girth, reminded her of Robert's erection. Marilyn found herself slowly stroking the shaft, imagining what it would be like to stroke the real thing, feeling it grow hard in her hand, imagining what it would feel like inside her. Marilyn felt herself growing moist, the heat between her legs increasing with every second.
Overcome by desire, Marilyn raced to her bedroom, stripped off her robe, and lied back on her bed. As she spread her legs, she lowered the dildo towards the entrance of her wet pussy. Marilyn rubbed the head of the shaft around her lower lips, coating it first with her juices, then plunged the shaft deep inside. Immediately, she let out an audible gasp. It had been so long since she had felt anything like that, so long since she had anything inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming. Marilyn continued to pump the dildo in and out, faster and faster, trying to bury as much of the shaft as possible with plunge until she felt it hit her cervix. It only took a minute, but Marilyn felt her orgasm fast approaching, the sounds of her wetness increased as she slid the dildo in and out.
"Oh... ohhhh... uhhhhh, ... ahhhhhh!!" Marilyn cried out as she climaxed. The walls of her vagina clamped down on the phallus, gripping it with each pulse of her orgasm. Marilyn finally let go of the dildo, leaving it inside her, filling her up. Almost a minute after her last spasm, she reached down, and slowly pulled out the rubber penis. She couldn't believe how intense her orgasm was. It was as if the new sense of openness with Robert had allowed her to finally be open to her own sexual needs. It was Marilyn's turn now to feel sexually open about her own masturbation.
Marilyn got up from the bed and walked over to her bathroom and began to wash the dildo. As she rinsed off her own juices, she began to soap up the shaft, stroking it with her hand. Again, she paused to admire the similarities between the meticulously sculpted phallus in her hand and Robert's penis. As she continued stroking the dildo, she began to wonder what it would be like to stroke the real thing. Would Robert let her? Would he want her to? Was she going too far? Yes, she thought to herself, it's too soon. Maybe Dr. Abrams could help her and give her some guidance. Who knows what else the Dr. Abrams would prescribe for them. They still had another appointment.
Over the next few days, Marilyn would continually check in on Robert. By now, she had become familiar with Robert's typical masturbation routine. He would generally masturbate once in the morning while he showered, then again at night before going to bed. Several times, Marilyn was able to peek in as Robert showered. Whether he intentionally left the bathroom door open or not was another question Marilyn wondered to herself. Perhaps he enjoyed having her watch him. She definitely enjoyed the show, especially at the moment of orgasm. Through the translucent shower door, she could see Robert's naked body, his hand firmly wrapped around his erect penis, hearing him grunt as he ejaculated, spraying his semen against the shower wall. Each time she saw him, Marilyn would retreat to her room, take her new dildo out from the dresser and bring herself to orgasm.
Sometimes at night, Marilyn would come in his room, as Robert rarely left it closed, and see what new masturbation material he had found on the internet. Robert was eager to show his mother some of the new sites. As Robert pulled out his penis and began masturbating, Marilyn would stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders, whispering encouragement to Robert, even commenting on the action they witnessed on the screen. Of course the real thrill for Marilyn was watching her son stroke himself, watching his technique, and finally seeing him ejaculate. She was always amazed at the force of his ejaculation, his semen spurting high into the air, and always in prodigious amounts.
When the day of the appointment at the Abrams Institute finally arrived, both Marilyn and Robert were trying to contain their excitement.
"What do you think Dr. Abrams will do for our appointment?" Robert asked.
"I don't know honey. I'm sure she has a plan." Marilyn answered. "She said she's helped lots of families like ours."
"Will she ask us about the um, ...the assignment she gave us?"
"Yes sweetie, I'm sure she will. Just remember," Marilyn turned toward Robert, "be honest. Be honest about how you feel. I think we've made good progress, don't you?"
"Yeah mom, I do." Robert smiled. "And thanks again for everything."
"You're welcome sweetie."
After pulling into the parking lot of the Institute, Marilyn and Robert got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. After walking inside, they were greeted once again by Janet, the nurse who was present during their last visit.
"Welcome back to the Abrams Health Institute Marilyn," Janet welcomed, then turned toward Robert. "And hello to you too Robert," Janet said in an even sweeter voice.
"Hi Janet," Robert smiled back, remembering her from the last visit. He recalled how Janet reminded him of a sexy librarian, a woman in her fifties with black-rimmed glasses, slightly graying hair tied up in a bun, standing maybe 5 foot 2 inches, and a bit plump. Her form fitting nurses outfit seemed to accentuate her large bust. As his mother signed in, Robert tried to keep from staring at nurse Janet.
"I hope we aren't too early," Marilyn commented.
"No, not at all," Janet replied. "In fact, Dr. Abrams is expecting you if you'd like to go into her office."
"Oh good. Thank you Janet." Marilyn turned to her son, "Are you ready Robert?"
"Yeah mom!" Robert responded, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. His mind filled with excitement just thinking of what Dr. Abrams might have him do.
As they both walked into the office, Dr. Abrams rose from her desk to greet them. "Well hello there and welcome back," she said cheerfully. "How are you both?"
"We're doing fine doctor," Marilyn responded. "Actually, much better," she added.
