Chapter Four - "Therapy Begins"
The next morning, I was nearly out of bed before I chickened out. I wanted to wait another day or so before making that walk on my own. I needed Jimmy to come help me. I called out for him but got no answer at first. When I resigned myself to lay bored until he woke, he appeared in my doorway. I half expected him to be the typical randy young man and be sporting a solid rod for me to feast my eyes on, but he was classy enough to put on a normal day's clothes.
He helped me out of bed and aided my trip to the kitchen. He tried to assist my every move but I explained that I simply needed him there to ensure I didn't fall. He took that as an opportunity. He slid behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his hardening cock against my ass.
"Not now, mister. We have some things to talk about," I said somewhat sternly.
He quickly released me and stepped back with a look of defeat and embarrassment on his face.
"No, no, Jimmy. We just need to talk about some things," I said quickly.
I almost laughed at the instantaneous look of relief on his face. I snatched up the coffee from the coffee maker and he helped me over to the table. He went back to make breakfast for both of us. I kept the conversation neutral and normal. I asked his plans, and we discussed the accident a little. I could tell he wasn't focused on the benign topics I chose. He wanted to get down to the obvious conversation a mother and son would have after she sucked his cock twice in a single night after letting a fiery redhead finger her in the bathroom.
"I know what you want to talk about, Jimmy. Finish breakfast and I promise you, we will get to that discussion."
I measured his expression and added, "I think it might put you at ease that I'm not necessarily opposed to a repeat performance and perhaps a bit more."
He finally brought the food and utensils to the table and appeared to me that he was going to wait for me to bring it up again. I didn't make him wait long.
"How do you feel about last night?" I asked suddenly before I sipped my coffee.
"I liked it," he replied.
I knew he was eager to get the party started.
I got a frustrated with him. I wanted a more in-depth conversation. His maturity from the day before didn't seem to bleed over into the following day. Regardless, we were
going
to have that discussion whether he wanted to or not. I knew he would rather continue with the activities from the night before, but we had issues to get out into the open, if not resolve.
"Jimmy Ray. I asked you how you feel."
"Mom, the fact that it even happened should tell you how I feel. You were busy for a while with the nurse, and you had given me an idea of what you initially wanted before you left the room. It gave me a lot of time to think about the situation and come to grips with helping you. Then it all changed. Do you think I would have done it if I didn't want to? I justified it a little by thinking I was helping you when you couldn't help yourself. I'm also a horny teenager," he added as he laughed.
"What do you think of me after all that happened?" I asked without acknowledging his answer. "Am I terrible for bringing you into my problems?"
"What problems?" he asked. Again, I was frustrated that maybe he didn't listen to anything I told him about my private life.
"Baby, don't you remember me telling you about ... well, basically my sexual history?"
"Well, yes obviously, but I don't necessarily think that to be a problem in and of itself. The problem as I see it is that you don't have anyone to share it with. That's where I come in!" he said excitedly.
I was not expecting anything that came out of his mouth. His offer intrigued me. I became adventurous on my own and adventured on my own until then.
"I'm listening," I said before taking another sip of my coffee.
He had taken a bite of his food and was clearly in deep thought. After he swallowed, he looked at me and blew me away with his next words.
"Well, you said Dad basically refused to be adventurous with you or whatever and you haven't dated at all since he left. After you told me about your history, I thought you might like to have someone equally as adventurous as you to help you enjoy it. Yes, you could have probably found someone your age, but I'll tell you, after knowing what I know, I would be a bit jealous."
I ate some more of my breakfast as he continued.
"I thought about this last night, so don't think I'm just dreaming this shit up here on the spot. I know I won't be here all the time but that would give you some alone time that I'm sure you've come to enjoy. Since I'm pretty sure you'll want a partner more than once a month, I could come twice a month ... see what I did there?" he asked with a stupid grin on his face.
"Anyway, since you're seeing a therapist and
I
probably should, let's call our time together ... 'Therapy.'"
I put my hand up to stop him from talking.
"What do you mean
you
probably should see a therapist?" I asked curiously.
"Well, I wouldn't say that for certain, but since you've described to me your sex habits, I have to tell you that I have some of the same behaviors," he admitted.
"Are you sure it's not just because you're a horny young man who'll fuck any woman who expresses interest?"
