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Catherine arrives home in a polished attire and she's able to unwind after a long day. Sunlight is still out after leaving downtown San Francisco behind for the quiet suburbs of Daly City where she lives with her family. As she opens the door and slips off her shoes, her daughter approaches her.
"I need to ask you something," Emily says.
"Of course."
After closing the door she listens to her daughter, who's clenching her phone tight.
"Have you heard the term app-stinence?"
"Never have."
"Abstinence, but with phone apps."
"Clever."
"Yeah, it's a new trend. Digital detox. People are trying to kick their phone addictions. But, you know, it's an addiction for a reason."
"And you want some advice?"
"Yeah, do you know any tricks? Any modern psychology that could help."
"That's easy. Hand it over."
Catherine holds out her hand. When Emily hesitates, she takes the phone and giggles at her daughter's pouting face. They strike a casual, nonchalant agreement that when they're both home, Catherine will hold the phone most of the time and that Emily can have it back in limited hours.
By evening, the family settles for Persian takeout. Catherine notices something different about Emily, small things, almost invisible, but a mother can tell. The restlessness of a young woman being away from her phone is sinking in.
When it's close to 7 pm, Catherine is meant to return the phone. She wonders how long Emily will put up with these self-imposed rules. What works today may not work tomorrow. Social media's pull is too strong, especially with a generation raised on it.
Curiosity pulls her. Not just as a mother, but as a psychologist with plenty of female clients who struggle with parenting. A new Gen Z trend of putting phones away? Might be something worth looking into. And as a mother, she wonders what occupies her daughter's time all day.
With her husband watching tv in the living room, and everyone else in their bedrooms, Catherine opens her daughter's phone. She knows the passcode because Emily unlocks the phone so many times without covering the screen.
At first glance it's the phone of your average young woman. The home screen shows their family cat surrounded by an orange halo. Putting in the passcode feels like a violation of trust, but she only wants a glance. The background screen is another picture of the family cat. Social media apps are front and center. There are several unread text messages.
She skims through the picture gallery. Family, friends, food that she eats, and then she sees it -- a section with Emily nude. A fit, slender figure with small breasts. Posing in different places around the house. Their family home. The pictures were taken a month ago in the living room during the day. In some of the pictures she wore lacy undergarments.
There might be more pictures like that but Catherine swipes the screen and closes the phone. Her daughter is typical for that age, vibrant, full of energy, likes to explore. She'd never seen her daughter nude before. She never thought her daughter could bend herself into those poses.
Catherine is brought back to reality when the door down the hall opens and footsteps come rushing in her direction.
"It's time," Emily says.
"Somehow I don't think this arrangement is going to work."
"Unfortunately you may be right. We'll see."
She hands the phone back to her daughter, who promptly rushes to her bedroom and closes the door to check the latest messages. There's no way this arrangement will last despite the good intentions. Young people are too glued to their phones in the modern age, for better or worse.
xxx
After an early morning trip to Serramonte's farmer's market, Catherine drives to Pacifica to visit her friend. They often visit each other on weekends when time permits. Both are family women and career psychologists. She gifts Dr. Shastri a large box of strawberries and they're talking in the kitchen.
"There's something on my mind," Catherine says. "It's been bothering me all week. You're the only person who can help."
Dr. Shastri's eyes light up. "Finally a worthwhile conversation."
While the older Indian woman washes some strawberries and removes the stems, Catherine explains everything, from the 'app-stinence' trend to the nude pictures on her daughter's phone. The sound of the husband watching soccer in the living room gives them enough privacy to speak freely.
"This app-stinence trend," Dr. Shastri says. "Forget it. Will never work for young people. I long for the days when families would sit together and communicate for long periods. It's a different time now. It will never go back."
"And the pictures? Should I confront my daughter?"
"No, it actually may be a blessing."
"I'm almost afraid to ask."
"You came here for a reason," Dr. Shastri says. "Because I have a lifetime of experience and because my household is run like a tight ship. True?"
"Well, yes, that's true. And you give the best personal advice."
"Then let me tell you this. My eldest son was unmotivated after his first year in college. You may have difficulty understanding this, but a mother's role is different in India, boundaries are different. If money and career could not motivate my son, I had to use other means."
"Somehow I don't think you're talking about cooking."
"Other avenues involving the mouth."
x
An hour later Catherine is back home and she unloads the food she bought and changes her clothes. She goes to the kitchen, washes the vegetables and prepares a roast chicken. There are certain things you hear that leave a lasting impression, Dr. Shastri's illuminating words fall into that category.
Late afternoon and Catherine goes to her daughter's bedroom while her daughter is taking a shower. Digging deeper into the picture gallery could be trouble, but she needs to know. Catherine sits on the bed and scrolls the gallery again.
There's a picture set of Emily on the family dining table. Nude. There's daylight behind her along with the classic Daly City fog. Each shot is tastefully done. It isn't meant to be porn, but erotic art. Emily lays flat across the dining table in some pictures, in others she sits on the edge with her feet showing.
She closes the phone when she sees a close-up shot between Emily's legs. A mother shouldn't be seeing that. That's where she draws the line, at least for now. Where are these pictures going? To the internet? She thinks about asking and having that hard conversation.
Later at night, she texts her dear friend.
Catherine: I might be interested
Dr. Shastri: Wise decision. Slow steps. Wait until monday after work. Gauge their interest. Tease but not too aggressively. I will email you when I have time
It dawns on her that she and Dr. Shastri are both respectable career mothers who are sneaking around their homes talking about sex. Not just any sex, but the most taboo kind.
xxx
Catherine works in a small office in a commercial building where she sees patients. She doesn't have a secretary, she handles everything herself. Most of her clients are women her own age. Her focus is dealing with trauma and often times current family dynamics are discussed.
During a break she sits at her desk near the window and checks emails. One from Dr. Shastri catches her eye. Subject line, 'Living Room Mother'
...
Cathy,
In today's world of phone apps and social media, it's easy for a family to go their separate ways, even at home. Certainly a cultural change from how I was raised compared to the modern American family. I've always sought to learn from this, to improve my home life, and to best serve my patients.
Here is some advice for you.
Josh is 19 years old, a student at SFSU, a somewhat typical male. He gravitates toward video games and playing with friends online, as opposed to playing sports. I suspect he can be more popular with girls if he tries, but he's not interested in trying.
Emily is 22 and a student of UCSF, shines under the limelight, enjoys attention to her beauty. Perhaps her interest in limiting screen time is because -- deep in her subconscious -- she knows online fame isn't good for her. Maybe part of her wants a normal home life.
My recommendation is controversial. I advocate for "Living Room Families" where the mother is front and center. You are beautiful, Catherine, and you have charm and a strong connection with them. You should find ways to make them spend more time with you. A movie, snacks, cooking, etc...
Read between the lines...
love,
S
...
Yes, the message is clear and Catherine knows exactly what the tea leaves are saying in the email, and why Dr. Shastri didn't want to spell it out. The implications could be disastrous to everyone involved.
With the curtains open and the grey fog casting a dark shade in her office, she sits there thinking about the offer and repercussions, weighing the pros and cons. What would Josh and Emily do if presented with this salacious offer? The free spirit of Emily and the gamer personality of Josh, it may be possible.
She spreads her legs and unbuttons her pants. She leans back in her chair with the email staring at her. If she's going to commit to this, then she'd better be sure that she can handle this emotionally. And maybe, just maybe, they all might get something out of this.
First she imagines Dr. Shastri doing this in her Pacifica household with her Indian family. Nude in the living room, letting her curves and dark nipples be free, then on her knees for the men in the household, sucking and fucking them. An esteemed psychologist by day, something else behind closed doors.
The thought makes Catherine wet and she keeps re-reading the email. Now she imagines herself in that same position in her Daly City home, doing a similar routine with Josh and Emily, servicing them, or being serviced. Maybe it won't have to go that far. Maybe a little show is all that's needed to build a tighter family bond.
It makes her cum in a different kind of way, the shame, the wrongness factor. She leans back with open pants and dripping fingers. Now she can't bring herself to look at the email, instead she looks out of the window. The fog. The nearby buildings. A few birds. Better to focus on anything but the thoughts that made her cum.
xxx
Less than a week later Catherine comes home around 3 pm and her daughter approaches with an unusually wry smile. The kind where bad news is about to be delivered and the smile softens the blow.
"Can we skip the phone thing?" Emily asks. "I think we're done with that."
"What happened to your phone-abstinence? You had the right idea."
"Honestly, it's dumb. I'm more productive with my phone."
"Your choice. But it's nice seeing you around the house more often."
Emily winks. "I'm easy to find."
In that split second when Emily goes back to her room, the secret plan comes to life. It makes sense why Dr. Shastri would employ such drastic measures around the house. Because it's the strongest way to defeat the power of the phone and laptop.
Catherine goes to her bedroom to undress from her professional clothes. She always wears something casual around the house, like tshirts and sweaters depending on the weather. This time she goes with leggings and a loose tshirt with no bra. With large nipples she knows this will be a problem. Or maybe the solution.
She goes to Emily's doorway where the door is partially open and Emily is sitting back on the bed texting. Her feet crossed together, not a care in the world.
"Can you help me in the kitchen real quick?" Catherine asks.
"What do you need?"
"I'm in the mood to bake chocolate cupcakes. Help me mix the batter?"
"Sure, real quick I guess."
They head to the kitchen and Catherine notes her daughter's attitude. It's understandable why anyone would be peeved in the middle of texting or doing whatever on the phone, but that'll change soon, hopefully.
Catherine washes her hands and gathers the ingredients. She cracks some eggs and gets some milk from the fridge. She prepares the pans and heats the oven while Emily does the whisking. The anticipation, knowing where this is heading, makes Catherine's body respond. As they're standing side by side, the inevitable happens.
"Why are you wearing that?" Emily asks. "Your nipples are kind of poking."
"Does that bother you?"
"I get what you're trying to do. It's not going to work."
"Then what will? You'll be leaving soon. Same with your brother. I'd like for things to be, you know, like old times."
"We're too old for board games and that kind of thing."
"So you'd rather be online whenever you're at home?"
Emily sighs. "I'm not saying that either."
"Then what should we do?"
"I don't know. You tell me. You're the one with poking nipples."
"Would you like to see them?" Catherine asks. "Perhaps it's time to treat you like an adult."
"It's not how I expected to spend my afternoon, but sure."
Catherine moves her lips like she's about to say something, but stops herself. She lifts her top to reveal erect nipples and Emily is stunned like she can't believe it. Her daughter puts a touch of chocolate cupcake batter on each nipple and starts to suck. It's a proper nipple sucking, like Emily has done this to women before.
Is this what it takes to get Emily's time and attention?
"You have to stop," Catherine says. "This is too far."
Emily pulls her mouth away. "Sorry."
They both blush and Catherine pulls her tshirt down, covering her nipples, but the saliva on her nipples has made the front of her tshirt see-through. Emily steals another look before turning away, then Emily helps pour the batter onto the baking tray.
In the evening after gathering her thoughts, Catherine emails Dr. Shastri an account of what happened, but keeps it vague.
About two hours later she gets a response and reads it in the bedroom.
...
Cathy,
Things have progressed faster than I had anticipated. Between the phone pictures and the kitchen sucking, it's clear that Emily knows what she wants. I suspect that exploring is a priority in her life. She will explore no matter what. Better with you than strangers online.
With this in mind, we must turn our attention to Josh, who I think will be an easier catch. The allure of your maturity will be impossible for him to turn down. You and Josh must be home alone so he can freely express himself without fear of judgment.
blessings to you,
S
...
It's four days later when the opportunity presents itself. Emily is out with friends and her husband is at work. The only people in the house are Catherine and Josh, the moment she's been dreading, but at the same time the anticipation has never been greater.
She changes out of her work clothes and into a sundress. No bra, no panties. It's a foggy day outside but she's still warm from driving back from the office. She goes to Josh's bedroom where he's sitting in front of the laptop and she gets his attention.
"Have a minute?" she asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"Let's watch something on tv."
"Now?"
"It'll be worth your time. Promise."
She sways her hips enough for him to notice, subtle but unmistakable, making Josh look in places he's never dared to look before. At least not overtly. She's giving Josh permission to gaze at her figure a bit more, to realize she's braless, that it's okay to examine her body in this context.
They head to the living room and Catherine takes a deep breath before sitting on the couch. She tells Josh to sit beside her. She'd already closed the curtains so there's no glare on the tv and she puts on the Netflix show "Somebody Feed Phil" where the host went to a place their family visited years ago.
She sits close to Josh and props her bare feet on the coffee table. The sundress clings to her thighs, the hem hiking up to reveal more legs than usual. It's the most Josh has seen of her legs outside of going to the beach or pool.
"Thought we could spend some time together," she says. "You're always holed up in your room. It's nice to look at Italy again."
"Yeah, you're right. This is nice."
"Ever think about spending more time as a family? You know, before you move out."
"I'm around. I mean, I'm here now, right?"
"Barely," she says. "You're glued to that laptop and xbox. It's your world. Sometimes I wonder what's going on there."
"To be fair, you're also in your own world. You talk about your patients all the time."
It's the comment that flips Catherine's gameplan upside down. Maybe she's been looking at this the wrong way, maybe she's also at fault for their family spending less time together. The hours with patients, the research and planning she does for each appointment, the stress of managing her own business.
"I can fix that," she says.
"How?"
"By showing you that I'm not just a boring mother."
She tugs the hem of her skirt while her feet are still on the table. Her inner-thighs become visible. Her legs are thin with some curves around the hips. Pale white compared to the rest of her because her legs don't usually get sunlight.
A bit further and her trimmed pubic hairs are revealed in the living room.
"Do you want this?" she asks. "Or would you rather stick to video games?"
There's a long pause.
"I don't know if I should answer that."
"Please, there's a reason I'm asking."
"Then I'd rather have this. If you're serious."
There's a hesitancy to Josh's voice that she picks up on. Josh's eyes remain on her pussy. It's the moment she realizes that her dear friend Dr. Shastri is right, that young men like Josh view mature pussy as the ultimate sexual prize.
So she takes Josh's hand and puts it on her pubic mound, right on top of the hairs, giving free rein. After hesitating for a moment, Josh touches the labia, then strokes around the clit before cautiously going inside. The only thing Catherine does is sit there and watch "Somebody Feed Phil" while her son strokes her labia. It's too awkward to look at anything else.
Unlike with Emily, she allows Josh to bring her to orgasm. She doesn't give instructions, she doesn't make a sound, instead she closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment.
xxx
Her husband is leaving on a two-week business trip to Singapore and it's the perfect time to escalate. She writes a handwritten letter to her husband explaining everything in general terms -- enough for her husband to catch the drift -- then with red lipstick, kisses the letter to add a personal touch.
She ends the letter with a note: If you want me to stop, give me a call. Otherwise I'll assume you're on board with this plan. Love you, Cath
"I need to ask you something," Emily says.
"Of course."
After closing the door she listens to her daughter, who's clenching her phone tight.
"Have you heard the term app-stinence?"
"Never have."
"Abstinence, but with phone apps."
"Clever."
"Yeah, it's a new trend. Digital detox. People are trying to kick their phone addictions. But, you know, it's an addiction for a reason."
"And you want some advice?"
"Yeah, do you know any tricks? Any modern psychology that could help."
"That's easy. Hand it over."
Catherine holds out her hand. When Emily hesitates, she takes the phone and giggles at her daughter's pouting face. They strike a casual, nonchalant agreement that when they're both home, Catherine will hold the phone most of the time and that Emily can have it back in limited hours.
By evening, the family settles for Persian takeout. Catherine notices something different about Emily, small things, almost invisible, but a mother can tell. The restlessness of a young woman being away from her phone is sinking in.
When it's close to 7 pm, Catherine is meant to return the phone. She wonders how long Emily will put up with these self-imposed rules. What works today may not work tomorrow. Social media's pull is too strong, especially with a generation raised on it.
Curiosity pulls her. Not just as a mother, but as a psychologist with plenty of female clients who struggle with parenting. A new Gen Z trend of putting phones away? Might be something worth looking into. And as a mother, she wonders what occupies her daughter's time all day.
With her husband watching tv in the living room, and everyone else in their bedrooms, Catherine opens her daughter's phone. She knows the passcode because Emily unlocks the phone so many times without covering the screen.
At first glance it's the phone of your average young woman. The home screen shows their family cat surrounded by an orange halo. Putting in the passcode feels like a violation of trust, but she only wants a glance. The background screen is another picture of the family cat. Social media apps are front and center. There are several unread text messages.
She skims through the picture gallery. Family, friends, food that she eats, and then she sees it -- a section with Emily nude. A fit, slender figure with small breasts. Posing in different places around the house. Their family home. The pictures were taken a month ago in the living room during the day. In some of the pictures she wore lacy undergarments.
There might be more pictures like that but Catherine swipes the screen and closes the phone. Her daughter is typical for that age, vibrant, full of energy, likes to explore. She'd never seen her daughter nude before. She never thought her daughter could bend herself into those poses.
Catherine is brought back to reality when the door down the hall opens and footsteps come rushing in her direction.
"It's time," Emily says.
"Somehow I don't think this arrangement is going to work."
"Unfortunately you may be right. We'll see."
She hands the phone back to her daughter, who promptly rushes to her bedroom and closes the door to check the latest messages. There's no way this arrangement will last despite the good intentions. Young people are too glued to their phones in the modern age, for better or worse.
xxx
After an early morning trip to Serramonte's farmer's market, Catherine drives to Pacifica to visit her friend. They often visit each other on weekends when time permits. Both are family women and career psychologists. She gifts Dr. Shastri a large box of strawberries and they're talking in the kitchen.
"There's something on my mind," Catherine says. "It's been bothering me all week. You're the only person who can help."
Dr. Shastri's eyes light up. "Finally a worthwhile conversation."
While the older Indian woman washes some strawberries and removes the stems, Catherine explains everything, from the 'app-stinence' trend to the nude pictures on her daughter's phone. The sound of the husband watching soccer in the living room gives them enough privacy to speak freely.
"This app-stinence trend," Dr. Shastri says. "Forget it. Will never work for young people. I long for the days when families would sit together and communicate for long periods. It's a different time now. It will never go back."
"And the pictures? Should I confront my daughter?"
"No, it actually may be a blessing."
"I'm almost afraid to ask."
"You came here for a reason," Dr. Shastri says. "Because I have a lifetime of experience and because my household is run like a tight ship. True?"
"Well, yes, that's true. And you give the best personal advice."
"Then let me tell you this. My eldest son was unmotivated after his first year in college. You may have difficulty understanding this, but a mother's role is different in India, boundaries are different. If money and career could not motivate my son, I had to use other means."
"Somehow I don't think you're talking about cooking."
"Other avenues involving the mouth."
x
An hour later Catherine is back home and she unloads the food she bought and changes her clothes. She goes to the kitchen, washes the vegetables and prepares a roast chicken. There are certain things you hear that leave a lasting impression, Dr. Shastri's illuminating words fall into that category.
Late afternoon and Catherine goes to her daughter's bedroom while her daughter is taking a shower. Digging deeper into the picture gallery could be trouble, but she needs to know. Catherine sits on the bed and scrolls the gallery again.
There's a picture set of Emily on the family dining table. Nude. There's daylight behind her along with the classic Daly City fog. Each shot is tastefully done. It isn't meant to be porn, but erotic art. Emily lays flat across the dining table in some pictures, in others she sits on the edge with her feet showing.
She closes the phone when she sees a close-up shot between Emily's legs. A mother shouldn't be seeing that. That's where she draws the line, at least for now. Where are these pictures going? To the internet? She thinks about asking and having that hard conversation.
Later at night, she texts her dear friend.
Catherine: I might be interested
Dr. Shastri: Wise decision. Slow steps. Wait until monday after work. Gauge their interest. Tease but not too aggressively. I will email you when I have time
It dawns on her that she and Dr. Shastri are both respectable career mothers who are sneaking around their homes talking about sex. Not just any sex, but the most taboo kind.
xxx
Catherine works in a small office in a commercial building where she sees patients. She doesn't have a secretary, she handles everything herself. Most of her clients are women her own age. Her focus is dealing with trauma and often times current family dynamics are discussed.
During a break she sits at her desk near the window and checks emails. One from Dr. Shastri catches her eye. Subject line, 'Living Room Mother'
...
Cathy,
In today's world of phone apps and social media, it's easy for a family to go their separate ways, even at home. Certainly a cultural change from how I was raised compared to the modern American family. I've always sought to learn from this, to improve my home life, and to best serve my patients.
Here is some advice for you.
Josh is 19 years old, a student at SFSU, a somewhat typical male. He gravitates toward video games and playing with friends online, as opposed to playing sports. I suspect he can be more popular with girls if he tries, but he's not interested in trying.
Emily is 22 and a student of UCSF, shines under the limelight, enjoys attention to her beauty. Perhaps her interest in limiting screen time is because -- deep in her subconscious -- she knows online fame isn't good for her. Maybe part of her wants a normal home life.
My recommendation is controversial. I advocate for "Living Room Families" where the mother is front and center. You are beautiful, Catherine, and you have charm and a strong connection with them. You should find ways to make them spend more time with you. A movie, snacks, cooking, etc...
Read between the lines...
love,
S
...
Yes, the message is clear and Catherine knows exactly what the tea leaves are saying in the email, and why Dr. Shastri didn't want to spell it out. The implications could be disastrous to everyone involved.
With the curtains open and the grey fog casting a dark shade in her office, she sits there thinking about the offer and repercussions, weighing the pros and cons. What would Josh and Emily do if presented with this salacious offer? The free spirit of Emily and the gamer personality of Josh, it may be possible.
She spreads her legs and unbuttons her pants. She leans back in her chair with the email staring at her. If she's going to commit to this, then she'd better be sure that she can handle this emotionally. And maybe, just maybe, they all might get something out of this.
First she imagines Dr. Shastri doing this in her Pacifica household with her Indian family. Nude in the living room, letting her curves and dark nipples be free, then on her knees for the men in the household, sucking and fucking them. An esteemed psychologist by day, something else behind closed doors.
The thought makes Catherine wet and she keeps re-reading the email. Now she imagines herself in that same position in her Daly City home, doing a similar routine with Josh and Emily, servicing them, or being serviced. Maybe it won't have to go that far. Maybe a little show is all that's needed to build a tighter family bond.
It makes her cum in a different kind of way, the shame, the wrongness factor. She leans back with open pants and dripping fingers. Now she can't bring herself to look at the email, instead she looks out of the window. The fog. The nearby buildings. A few birds. Better to focus on anything but the thoughts that made her cum.
xxx
Less than a week later Catherine comes home around 3 pm and her daughter approaches with an unusually wry smile. The kind where bad news is about to be delivered and the smile softens the blow.
"Can we skip the phone thing?" Emily asks. "I think we're done with that."
"What happened to your phone-abstinence? You had the right idea."
"Honestly, it's dumb. I'm more productive with my phone."
"Your choice. But it's nice seeing you around the house more often."
Emily winks. "I'm easy to find."
In that split second when Emily goes back to her room, the secret plan comes to life. It makes sense why Dr. Shastri would employ such drastic measures around the house. Because it's the strongest way to defeat the power of the phone and laptop.
Catherine goes to her bedroom to undress from her professional clothes. She always wears something casual around the house, like tshirts and sweaters depending on the weather. This time she goes with leggings and a loose tshirt with no bra. With large nipples she knows this will be a problem. Or maybe the solution.
She goes to Emily's doorway where the door is partially open and Emily is sitting back on the bed texting. Her feet crossed together, not a care in the world.
"Can you help me in the kitchen real quick?" Catherine asks.
"What do you need?"
"I'm in the mood to bake chocolate cupcakes. Help me mix the batter?"
"Sure, real quick I guess."
They head to the kitchen and Catherine notes her daughter's attitude. It's understandable why anyone would be peeved in the middle of texting or doing whatever on the phone, but that'll change soon, hopefully.
Catherine washes her hands and gathers the ingredients. She cracks some eggs and gets some milk from the fridge. She prepares the pans and heats the oven while Emily does the whisking. The anticipation, knowing where this is heading, makes Catherine's body respond. As they're standing side by side, the inevitable happens.
"Why are you wearing that?" Emily asks. "Your nipples are kind of poking."
"Does that bother you?"
"I get what you're trying to do. It's not going to work."
"Then what will? You'll be leaving soon. Same with your brother. I'd like for things to be, you know, like old times."
"We're too old for board games and that kind of thing."
"So you'd rather be online whenever you're at home?"
Emily sighs. "I'm not saying that either."
"Then what should we do?"
"I don't know. You tell me. You're the one with poking nipples."
"Would you like to see them?" Catherine asks. "Perhaps it's time to treat you like an adult."
"It's not how I expected to spend my afternoon, but sure."
Catherine moves her lips like she's about to say something, but stops herself. She lifts her top to reveal erect nipples and Emily is stunned like she can't believe it. Her daughter puts a touch of chocolate cupcake batter on each nipple and starts to suck. It's a proper nipple sucking, like Emily has done this to women before.
Is this what it takes to get Emily's time and attention?
"You have to stop," Catherine says. "This is too far."
Emily pulls her mouth away. "Sorry."
They both blush and Catherine pulls her tshirt down, covering her nipples, but the saliva on her nipples has made the front of her tshirt see-through. Emily steals another look before turning away, then Emily helps pour the batter onto the baking tray.
In the evening after gathering her thoughts, Catherine emails Dr. Shastri an account of what happened, but keeps it vague.
About two hours later she gets a response and reads it in the bedroom.
...
Cathy,
Things have progressed faster than I had anticipated. Between the phone pictures and the kitchen sucking, it's clear that Emily knows what she wants. I suspect that exploring is a priority in her life. She will explore no matter what. Better with you than strangers online.
With this in mind, we must turn our attention to Josh, who I think will be an easier catch. The allure of your maturity will be impossible for him to turn down. You and Josh must be home alone so he can freely express himself without fear of judgment.
blessings to you,
S
...
It's four days later when the opportunity presents itself. Emily is out with friends and her husband is at work. The only people in the house are Catherine and Josh, the moment she's been dreading, but at the same time the anticipation has never been greater.
She changes out of her work clothes and into a sundress. No bra, no panties. It's a foggy day outside but she's still warm from driving back from the office. She goes to Josh's bedroom where he's sitting in front of the laptop and she gets his attention.
"Have a minute?" she asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"Let's watch something on tv."
"Now?"
"It'll be worth your time. Promise."
She sways her hips enough for him to notice, subtle but unmistakable, making Josh look in places he's never dared to look before. At least not overtly. She's giving Josh permission to gaze at her figure a bit more, to realize she's braless, that it's okay to examine her body in this context.
They head to the living room and Catherine takes a deep breath before sitting on the couch. She tells Josh to sit beside her. She'd already closed the curtains so there's no glare on the tv and she puts on the Netflix show "Somebody Feed Phil" where the host went to a place their family visited years ago.
She sits close to Josh and props her bare feet on the coffee table. The sundress clings to her thighs, the hem hiking up to reveal more legs than usual. It's the most Josh has seen of her legs outside of going to the beach or pool.
"Thought we could spend some time together," she says. "You're always holed up in your room. It's nice to look at Italy again."
"Yeah, you're right. This is nice."
"Ever think about spending more time as a family? You know, before you move out."
"I'm around. I mean, I'm here now, right?"
"Barely," she says. "You're glued to that laptop and xbox. It's your world. Sometimes I wonder what's going on there."
"To be fair, you're also in your own world. You talk about your patients all the time."
It's the comment that flips Catherine's gameplan upside down. Maybe she's been looking at this the wrong way, maybe she's also at fault for their family spending less time together. The hours with patients, the research and planning she does for each appointment, the stress of managing her own business.
"I can fix that," she says.
"How?"
"By showing you that I'm not just a boring mother."
She tugs the hem of her skirt while her feet are still on the table. Her inner-thighs become visible. Her legs are thin with some curves around the hips. Pale white compared to the rest of her because her legs don't usually get sunlight.
A bit further and her trimmed pubic hairs are revealed in the living room.
"Do you want this?" she asks. "Or would you rather stick to video games?"
There's a long pause.
"I don't know if I should answer that."
"Please, there's a reason I'm asking."
"Then I'd rather have this. If you're serious."
There's a hesitancy to Josh's voice that she picks up on. Josh's eyes remain on her pussy. It's the moment she realizes that her dear friend Dr. Shastri is right, that young men like Josh view mature pussy as the ultimate sexual prize.
So she takes Josh's hand and puts it on her pubic mound, right on top of the hairs, giving free rein. After hesitating for a moment, Josh touches the labia, then strokes around the clit before cautiously going inside. The only thing Catherine does is sit there and watch "Somebody Feed Phil" while her son strokes her labia. It's too awkward to look at anything else.
Unlike with Emily, she allows Josh to bring her to orgasm. She doesn't give instructions, she doesn't make a sound, instead she closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment.
xxx
Her husband is leaving on a two-week business trip to Singapore and it's the perfect time to escalate. She writes a handwritten letter to her husband explaining everything in general terms -- enough for her husband to catch the drift -- then with red lipstick, kisses the letter to add a personal touch.
She ends the letter with a note: If you want me to stop, give me a call. Otherwise I'll assume you're on board with this plan. Love you, Cath
