Kane's First Story - part 1 (fdom)
This isn't copyrighted.  This is fiction.  The author reserves the right to refer to himself in the third 
person.  And so on and so forth.

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	Cole didn't know what to expect when he seated himself on the plush sofa, cup of coffee in 
hand.  The woman opposite him in a slightly less comfortable looking chair was older by at least twenty 
years, but attractive - slim with a pretty, tan face and blonde hair that fell past her shoulders.  She 
sat with crossed legs and a placid smile.
	"Dr. Piper?" he asked.
	"Call me Lynn.  I like to keep things informal."
	"Good to know." Cole shifted in his seat, staring at Lynn's legs.  He had developed an 
attraction to more mature women in his late teens while first exploring his sexuality.  Precocious as a 
child, he found himself more comfortable with the mothers of friends than he did with girls his own 
age.  Though he had never bedded one, the attraction stuck with him into his thirties.  
	Lynn ran a hand down her thigh.  "Can I ask you a question, Cole?"
	"I suppose that's what I'm here for."
	"What was your mother like when you were a child?"
	"Affectionate.  A bit too affectionate.  She had what you would call boundary issues."
	"I don't believe in terms like that," Lynn reassured.   "What do you mean when you say she 
was too affectionate?"
	"Well, for instance, when I was young, she cuddled with me naked, or nearly so.  She would 
wear panties and I'd be in my underwear."
	"Would it be too much of a clich if I asked you how that made you feel?"
	"It didn't make me feel anything.  I remember her breasts on my back, sweaty, how they 
peeled off."
	Lynn leaned forward and patted Cole's leg in reassurance.  He twitched involuntarily, 
nervous.  Lynn's hand lingered.  "We don't have secrets in here," she said, squeezing his knee.  "Do 
you know if she breast-fed you?"
	"She . . . she came down with a cold and stopped when I was still an infant."
	"Breast feeding is a very important part of the bonding between mother and son."  Lynn 
frowned with concern.   "Do you find yourself drawn to women's breasts, especially their nipples?   Do 
you fantasize about simulating breast feeding ever?"
	"Sometimes."
	"Tell me."
	"One of my fantasies is of lying in a woman's lap, with my head resting in the crook of her 
elbow.  I'm sucking on her nipple, and masturbating while she smiles down at me.  Sometimes, I image 
the woman masturbating me."
	"Do you imagine older women or younger women?"
	"Older."
	"Tell me about your other fantasies.  It's important for me to understand your relationship 
with your mother.  Most interesting to me are the fantasies that concern older women."
	Cole spent the next forty-five minutes rehashing his fantasies and sexual history.  Towards the 
end of the session, he began to open up about his special attraction to older women.  He flirted 
playfully, which Lynn seemed oblivious to.  Cole left feeling aroused and flustered, his balls swollen 
and cum leaking from the head of his prick into his boxer shorts.
	That night, he lay in bed, unable to sleep.  It was warm, summer.  He had kicked off his sheet.  
Lynn was in his mind.  He began to stroke his dick, imagining her on top of him, supported on her 
arms as he bucked his hips into her.  But it wasn't her name that ran through his mind, rather the 
word, "mommy."  In his fantasy, the same word was running through his mind, only he didn't dare say 
it.  Lynn seemed to know as she stared down at him, an unspoken agreement between the two of 
them.  He imagined her kissing him as he came.
	The following week, Lynn wore a shorter skirt suit.  "Tell me about your week," she said.  Cole 
prattled on a bit about work and his general state of unhappiness before Lynn cut him off.  "Did our 
last session, what we talked about, did it affect you?"
	"How do you mean?"
	"I've noticed you haven't mentioned a girlfriend, but I assume you play with yourself.  Did you 
imagine older women this week more than usual?"
	"Yes."  How was he supposed to tell her that five nights out of seven she had been in his 
fantasies, this pretty older woman with thin tanned legs and small breasts who seemed warm and cold 
at once?   
	"Whom did you think about?  Women you saw at work?"  Lynn's mouth hung open after she 
spoke.  She seemed to be a bit distracted, as though her mind were elsewhere, though she was still 
the picture of composure.  
	Cole threw caution to the wind.  "I thought about you."
	Lynn smiled.  "I thought you might."  She rose from her chair and sat beside him on the sofa.  
Cole stared at her, aflame with lust and confusion.  "You can kiss me," she said.
	Cole leaned in to gently slide his tongue into Lynn's mouth.  She placed her hand in his crotch.  
"Tell me more about your mother," she said, massaging his dick through his pants.  "Was she a forceful 
woman?"
	"No.  She was child-like, almost."
	"Are you warm?" Lynn asked, withdrawing her hand.  She stared down at his pants, his 
tented crotch.  "You can touch yourself," she said.
	Cole unfastened his pants and slid them to the floor.  He began stroking his dick.
	"Tell me how you feel about me, how you felt about me in your fantasies.  Did you imagine me 
beneath you or above you?"
	"Above.  Always above."
	"Was I smiling?"
	"No."
	Lynn slid onto the floor before can and inserted a finger into her mouth.  After sucking it for a 
moment as she watched him stroke his dick, she withdrew it, letting a gob of saliva fall down onto its 
tip.  She slid the finger under his ass, inside him and began to massage his prostate.  Cole began to 
gasp, self conscious at first, then began bucking his hips with her hand, fucking himself on her finger as 
he played with himself.
	"How do you feel?" Lynn asked.
	"Horny.  I want to cum.  Please, Lynn, can I?"
	Lynn smiled.  "I meant your emotions, Cole."
	"Helpless.  Safe.  Understood."
	"Stop touching yourself."
	Cole withdrew his hand.  Lynn rose from the floor and disrobed.  "Did you like my finger in 
your asshole?" she asked.
	"Yes," Cole said, his cock twitching.  Lynn straddled his lap, her breasts on level with his face.  
She shoved a nipple forward.  Cole took it in his mouth. 
	"That's a good boy," Lynn said, cradling his head, her fingers running through his hair.  Cole 
reached down and slid two fingers into Lynn and began slowly sliding them in and out.  "Harder," she 
grunted.  Cole tried as best he could to finger her from the odd angle as Lynn swayed over him, her 
breast still in his mouth.   She began to gasp as he guided her closer to orgasm.  "Baby," she began 
repeating in a quiet murmur.  She came quickly.  Withdrawing, she slid onto the floor below Cole and 
took his dick in her hand and began jerking him off slowly.  "Repeat after me," she said.  Cole nodded.  
"You will only cum . . .when told."
	"I will only come when told."
	"How do you feel now?" she asked, slowly stroking him.
	"I want you."
	"Do you?  How bad?"
	"I'll do anything."
	Lynn shook her head.  "You mean you'll say anything."
	"Please, Lynn," he whined.
	"What do you feel when you look at me?"
	"Uncertainty."
	"Uncertainty about what?"
	"I don't know.  Just uncertainty."
	"You're going to have to do better than that," she said with a shake of her head.   
	"I want you to love me.  I want you to teach me.  I want you to punish me.  I want you to 
reward me.  And I'm uncertain."
	"Yes?"
	"I'm uncertain you won't despise me for it.  I'm uncertain you'll let me, that you want any of 
this.  I'm uncertain.  Just uncertain."
	Lynn smiled, mouth open.  "Cum for me Cole," she said, running her tongue along her lips, 
and began whipping her fist up and down his dick.
	Cole's face contorted with pleasure.  "I'm gonna cum for you," he gasped.  "I'm gonna cum for  
you.  Coming, coming." He shot over his stomach.
	Lynn dressed herself as Cole withdrew tissues from the box by the sofa to clean himself with.  
He watched her forlornly as she resituated herself in her chair.  She met his eyes where he sat on the 
sofa, cock limp, cum soaked tissues in hand, he pants on the floor and his shirt unbuttoned.  Lynn 
smiled.  "So, how is your depression these days?"

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