Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 10:30:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Physiologist CaseBook (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, domination, g/F, g/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman
and her domineering daughter and friends.  If this
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             Psychologist Case Book
               The Submissive Mom
                       By
                      Jan

	It was a pleasant fall morning and I was
enjoying the sight of the liquid amber trees outside
my second floor window changing colors when my
receptionist announced over the intercom that my
10:00 am appointment was there.  When the door
opened I could not help but study the woman as she
entered my office.

	My receptionist introduced my new patient as
Ms. Wilma Weaver.  From her appearance I figured
that this woman had a lot of self-esteem problems.
She was dressed very conservatively.  Her clothes
gave me the impression that she belonged to a
religious sect that was sexually oppressive.  The dark
print dress had a lace collar around her neck, long
sleeves and the hem of her dress was well below her
knees.  She had on dark practical shoes with nude
nylons.  Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun.  Her
face had the frightened look of a mouse behind wire
rimmed glasses.  Her eyes were blue and she had a
narrow nose and thin lips, without lipstick.  She had
a slight overbite and a receding chin.  She had a lace
handkerchief in her hand wrapping it around her
finger nervously.

	She entered the room almost as if she was
afraid to make too much noise, the way she was
tiptoeing into the room.  I motioned for her to have
a seat in a chair, as I came around the desk to greet
her.  The receptionist closed the door behind her.
The woman was almost startled by the sound of the
door softy closing.  She looked like she was about to
bolt from the room.  She sat down softly in the
chair like she was sitting on breakable eggs.

	I figured that I better talk to her in a friendly
and personal manner, rather than from a position of
power behind my desk.  I sat down in the chair next
to her and offered her tea as I placed my hand on
her knee in a reassuring manner.

	She accepted my offer, so I got up and poured
us both cups of tea.  I asked her how she liked it,
lemon, cream, sugar.  Her voice was very timid as she
told me lemon and sugar.  I fixed hers and
sweetened my own.  I carried them back along with a
couple of napkins.  I let her taste her tea before I
started to ask her any questions.

	She was slow about becoming comfortable
talking to me.  Rather than coming straight to the
point about her problem I asked her to tell me about
herself.  I wanted to know about her past.

	She started telling me that her earliest
memories of her home as a girl was that her father
was very strict.  No one back talked him.  When he
came home in the evening her mother fed him and he
retired to the library to read his paper.  Her mother
cautioned her to be quiet and not disturb her
father.

	She told me that she did her best in school not
to draw too much attention to herself.  She
deliberately didn't get perfect scores on tests
because she didn't want to be resented for being too
smart.  As it was, her classmates ridiculed her for
the way she dressed.  They ignored her for the most
part.  That was fine with her because she didn't feel
comfortable talking to anyone.

	When she finished school her father
announced that she should marry one of his
employees.  The man was six years older than her.
He had a personality just like her father's.  She
married him out of respect for her father's wishes.

	She said, "My husband bought a house across
town from my parents.  I even signed a pre-nuptial
agreement that relinquished all rights to his
property should our marriage be dissolved.  The
wedding night was a disaster because I was a virgin.
He simply came into the bedroom naked.  I was
embarrassed to see his naked body.  He pulled back
the covers, pulled up my nightgown, spread my legs
and mounted me.  The pain caused me to cry the
whole time he was doing his thing.  When he was
finished he rolled over and was snoring in just a few
minutes.  I lay there in my own blood and his cum
crying quietly most of the night.

	Sex was not a big issue with him.  I would
repeat that first performance maybe once a week.  I
was left to keep the house on a tight budget.  He
was so much like my father that I hated him and
feared him.  We were married for eight years
before I got pregnant.

	When our daughter, Dianne, was born he was
disappointed that it was not a boy.  He had no use
for a girl.  He spent less and less time at home.
Before Dianne was walking, my husband announced
that he was divorcing me.  He had apparently been
fucking another woman and she had given birth to
his precious boy.  I had to move back home with my
parents.  They were very disappointed that I had
failed to satisfy my husband.  The only comfort I
had was the love of my daughter.

	Dianne was a beautiful child.  Her head was
perfectly shaped.  I marveled at how beautiful she
was.  Her hair was as black as coal and her eyes
were as blue as the sky.  Everyone that saw her had
to touch her and compliment her on what a
sweetheart she was.  Even my father was enamored
with her.  She could do no wrong in his eyes.  I could
not believe how much he spoiled her.  Her slightest
desire was his command.

	Before Dianne entered pre-school Mom died of
cancer.  It had started with breast cancer that had
gone untreated far too long.  By the time they
removed her breasts it had already entered her
brain.  I became my father's maid.

	For all intents I was his and my daughter's
maid.  My own daughter was allowed to order me
around.  Whatever she wanted my father insisted
that I give it to her.  Dad even felt that she was so
good looking that she should enter beauty contests
and get an agent.

	She won several beauty contests.  Her agent
was a chubby woman that saw to it that she saw
several beauticians and hair stylists.  She looked so
much like Elizabeth Taylor as a young girl that she
was soon getting commercials.  Her income residuals
were astronomical.  Movie offers were soon being
touted.  Then my father passed away as a result of
a massive heart attack.

	The house became mine and the combination of
insurance policies and Dianne's money allowed us to
live pretty well.  Most of her money was held in
trust.  We were allowed a percentage to live on.  I
never abused the privilege.  I never spent all of the
allowance we were granted," she finished.

	As a doctor at that point I wondered what her
problem was.  It was starting to sound like her life
had turned around.  Her time was up so I assured
her that we would pick it up at that point next week.
I walked her to the door with my hand on her back
reassuringly.  I shook her hand and watched her
leave my outer office.  My next patent was sitting
there nervously waiting her turn.

	The next week came quick enough.  I had to
glance at my notes to remind me about our last visit.
I greeted her by name, held her hand as we headed
to the tea pot to make our tea and then sit down to
renew her narrative about her life.

	Wilma was a little more relaxed but still very
reticent about telling me her story.  I asked her
what she thought of the 'Indian Summer' we were
experiencing.  She started complaining that the dry
air caused her sinuses to swell up painfully and her
throat was raw.  She was dabbing at her nose with
her handkerchief constantly.  Her nose was red and
her eyes were watery too.  I commiserated with her
about the effects of the changing seasons.  Then we
got down to her story.

	She told me that after her father passed
away, Dianne became impossible.  She became rude
and demanding.  She told me little anecdotes like the
time her daughter went around the block to play
with the local girls without telling her where she was
going.  When she got concerned about where she
was, she went looking for her.  When she found her
she told her that it was time for dinner.  Dianne
responded rudely with the comment, "I'm busy
playing with my friends!  I will come home when I'm
ready!  Go home and leave me alone."

	Ms Weaver said, "I was shocked and ashamed
that she talked to me that way.  I just told her I
would keep dinner ready for her.

	I walked away feeling ashamed of myself.  I
could tell that the girls were stunned that Dianne
got away with talking back to me like that.  Many a
time she deliberately embarrassed me in public.  She
treats me like a servant all of the time.

	I began to suspect that she was becoming
sexually active too.  I noticed the way her agent was
placing her hands on Dianne's body all of the time.
When they went on photo shoots they insisted that
I not go with them.  My suspicions were confirmed
when I found a portfolio of pictures of her hidden in
her bedroom.  There was picture after picture of
her doing all kinds of disgusting things to other
young girls and adult women.  I couldn't believe what
she was doing," she concluded, almost in tears.

	I had a good idea what the pictures were about
but wanted to listen to her describe what her
daughter was doing.  I knew that her daughter was
10-years-old then and I had seen a picture of her.
She really did look much older that her tender age.
I asked Wilma to tell me what was taking place in
the pictures?

	Wilma took a deep breath dabbed at her eyes
with her handkerchief before she continued.  "She
told me that some of the pictures were outdoors in a
forested location and others were indoors at a very
expensive looking home with a very large Greek or
Roman style swimming pool.  There was a variety of
different girls in the pictures.  There was a sweet
looking little blonde girl that looked like she was too
young to even be in school.  There were a couple of
girls of color.  One had the golden tan of a Hispanic
with long wavy dark reddish hair and a girl that was
obviously black.  Her hair was in tight little corn
rows.  She had thick full lips.  The four of them
were all over the place.  They were kissing each
other on the mouth while they had their hands
between each other's legs rubbing their hairless
pussies.  I could not believe my eyes when I saw a
picture of my daughter sucking the pussy of the
black girl while the sweet innocent looking blonde
was sticking her tongue into Dianne's little brown
hole.  There were pictures of adult women, some of
whom I recognized.

	Her agent and the photographer were in some
of them.  Her agent had her thick thighs wrapped
around Dianne's head.  I could believe the picture
where the photographer had a rubber thing that
looked like a black male organ strapped to her body
and was shoving it into my daughter's pussy."

	Listening to the description was making my
panties wet.  I was afraid that Wilma would smell
the result the narrative was having on me.  I was
beginning to understand why she had sought me out
for help.  Our time was running out, so I interrupted
her and told her we would pick it up next week.

	I asked my receptionist to give me a minute
before the next patient.  I retreated to my private
bathroom and sat on the toilet and frigged myself
fast and furiously. I was just coming to a climax
when the receptionist knocked on the door and asked
me if everything was alright?  I assured her I was
okay.  I wiped my pussy and used a scented handy
wipe to freshen up my pussy then arranged my
clothes and washed my hands with scented soap.  I
checked my makeup before allowing the next patient
to come in.

	The next week I really didn't need to review my
notes because her lurid tale had me horny even
before she sat down to continue her story.  I wanted
to know if she had confronted Dianne about her
posing for pornography.

	Wilma blushed as she admitted that she didn't
have the nerve to say anything to her daughter
about the portfolio.  She admitted that she checked
the portfolio regularly to see what kind of
perversion Dianne was getting into.  It took her a
long time before she actually would retire to her
bedroom and masturbate looking at the pictures of
the sweet looking young girls servicing the adult
women.  She even found an assortment of sex toys
hidden that her daughter had used in the pictures.
She couldn't resist using them on herself.  She said
she always washed them before returning them to
their hiding place.

	The day came Wilma told me that she had
walked into Dianne's bedroom one afternoon and
found her with her strap-on dildo fucking a younger
neighborhood girl.  Dianne screamed at her, "GET
THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM WHILE I'M BUSY!"

	"I backed out of the room and closed the door
behind me.  I went to the kitchen and kept myself
busy washing vegetables while listening for the girl
to leave.  I heard the front door open and close.
Dianne came into the kitchen still naked except for
the black dildo dangling between her legs.  It was
shiny from lubricant and the wetness of that young
girl.

	Dianne walked up to me and slapped my face.
She looked at me with total contempt as she told me
to stay out of her room.  She said she knew I had
been using her toys because I didn't wash them good
enough to remove the stink of my pussy.  I blushed
without admitting that I had used them.  My
reaction let her know for sure that I had used them.

	Even though she was smaller than me, and
probably not as strong as me, she forced me to bend
over the back of one of the dining room chairs.  I
was holding onto the lip of the padded seat of the
chair as she flipped my dress over my back.  My
dresses are so long that when she flipped it over the
skirt covered my head.  The only thing I could see
was the seat of the chair.  I felt her pulling down my
plain granny panties as she called them.  I felt her
rub the palm of her hand up and down between my
legs from my vulva to my asshole.

	She pulled on my pubic hair and told me she
was going to have to do something about that nasty
stuff!

	I felt so foolish allowing my daughter to do
things like that to me.  I tried to stand up, but was
held down as that black thing entered my pussy from
behind.  She was pounding herself against my
buttocks so hard that I feared that the chair was
going to collapse under our weight.  I was sweating
by the time I had a climax.  I had never had such an
all consuming climax before.  I felt ashamed of
myself for enjoying being raped by my daughter so
much.  I thought it was over at that point.

	No such luck.  Dianne pulled that nasty rubber
thing out of my vagina and before I knew it she
forced it into my asshole.  I had never endured that
kind of penetration before.  The pain had me crying
hysterically.  There was no concern that neighbors
might hear my sobs.  She fucked my ass until I was
too exhausted to even protest.  When she was
finished she pulled it out and made me kneel on the
hardwood floor and suck the dildo clean before she
took it off and made me suck her sopping wet pussy
until she was about to cum.  She forced me to bend
backwards so that she could straddle my shoulders
while clinging to my hair while she came in my mouth.
I had no idea a girl that young could even climax.

	The next day when she made me drive her to
pick up her agent and drive them to the office of
the photographer.  I watched as Dianne whispered
to them before she called me over.  She told me to
take off my clothes.  When I protested she slapped
me so hard that my cheek turned red as fast as her
hand turned my head away.

	There was nothing I could do.  I submissively
removed all of my clothes in front of these two
women.  When I was naked the photographer felt my
breasts and twisted my nipples while the agent was
sticking two fingers up my pussy.  I endured the
indignity quietly as tears rolled down my cheeks.
The agent removed her fingers just long enough to
smell them and taste them.  She reached around me
and hooked a finger into my asshole as she forced
me to abandon my clothes as we entered the studio.
To my embarrassment that sweet looking little
blonde was already in there and only had on tight
little panties.

	Dianne quickly removed her clothes and
selected a bamboo cane.  The camera was already
set up.  Dianne made me get down on all fours and
remove the girl's panties with my teeth.  I heard the
click of the camera and saw the flash of light as my
daughter forced me to suck that little girl's clit by
spanking my butt with the cane to accent her
orders.  When that little blonde climaxed she
insisted that she get to fuck me with a dildo.  It was
agreed that she could after Dianne stretched my
asshole.  She produced a string of five plastic balls
the size of tennis balls.

	She had me still down in that submissive
position, head down on the floor.  Dianne sat on my
back and forced the first ball into my ass.  I
couldn't believe anything that large would fit into my
ass.  When it was all the way in and my asshole
closed around the string there was a moment of
relief.  One by one she inserted the remaining four
beads into my asshole.  I was sweating so much you
would think it was over a hundred degrees.  Pictures
were being taken while everything was taking place.
Dianne demanded that I hold the beads for awhile
before she allowed me to slowly expel the bead one
at a time.

	The little blonde was excited by the action and
selected a dildo that looked as big around as her
forearm and strapped it on.  She had to stand on
tiptoes to line up the dildo with my asshole.  I felt
that thing slip into the vacant hole.  She fucked me
for the longest time.  I could not resist the climax
that overcame me.  I had never experienced an anal
climax before.  I passed out on the floor.

	When I woke up the little blonde still had the
dildo strapped to her body but she was being ass
fucked by the agent.  She crawled over to me while
the agent followed her.  She stuck her dildo in my
mouth for me to clean off the residue of my own ass
from the rubber cock." Wilma finished with a heavy
blush of embarrassment.

	I was so horny listening to her story that I was
about to cum myself.  I asked her, "How do you feel
about being used like that by your own daughter and
the other women and girls?"

	Wilma started crying into her handkerchief
quietly.  "I'm ashamed of myself but can't stop
enjoying all of the abuse.  Dianne is sleeping in my
bed now and fucking me every night and making me
suck her pussy too.  I even allowed her to shave all
of my pubic hair off."  To prove her statement
Wilma lifted her skirt to show me she didn't have
panties on and that any trace of dark hair was
removed.

	I could not suppress a moan at the sight of
such a nice looking pussy.  Wilma leaned forward and
kissed me on the mouth.  I could taste and smell the
unmistakable odor of cannabis.  Wilma was high, she
had lost all inhibitions.  She clung to me while she
felt my breasts.  I didn't resist her advances.  I let
her reach under my skirt and remove my panties.
She knelt in front of my chair and pushed her head
against my pussy.  I must have made too much noise.
My receptionist came in to see what was wrong.  She
stood there watching Wilma sucking my pussy for a
moment.  Instead of leaving she lifted her skirt and
stood there frigging herself before she approached
us.  She shoved her pussy right into my face.  I
sucked her off while Wilma was sucking me off.

	When we were finished we made an
appointment for Wilma to bring Dianne with her the
next visit.  I was looking forward to meeting the
preteen little tramp.

	The following week When Wilma brought in her
daughter I was struck by two things.  The first
thing anyone saw was just how beautiful she was.
Her skin was flawless and creamy white.  Her black
hair hung down her back in luscious waves.  Her eyes
were captivating.  Her makeup was impeccable.  If it
were not for her size you would swear that she was
much older.  She was even dressed like an adult.  She
had on high heels that were three inches high.  On
her that was as extreme as four inch heels on
anyone else.  The second thing about her was the
sullen expression on her face.  I was sure that
Wilma had to do everything in her power to get her
daughter to come to my office with her.  I asked
Wilma to let me talk to Dianne alone for a few
minutes.

	Wilma returned to the waiting room as I closed
the door.  The young girl entered the room defiantly
and sat down in the chair I guided her towards.  She
hiked up her skirt and crossed her legs.  It was
obvious that she had on dark nylons.  She was able
to wrap her right leg around her left, locking the toe
of her black pumps behind the heel of her left leg.
Her knees were angled to one side of the chair.  I
knew I had to take charge or this little minx would
try to control our conversation.

	I circled my desk and sat down in the large
swivel chair.  That chair was at least six inches
higher that the two chairs in front of my desk.  I
sat back without saying anything as I crossed my
chest with my hands placing my fingertips against
each other with the fingers spread.

	She was watching every move I made with
suspicion.  Her arms were crossed tightly across her
chest defiantly.  I knew I was going to have to
frighten her if I was going to get her to open up.  I
needed to take control.

	"Dianne, are you aware that your sexual
activities could not only bring criminal charges
against all of the adults you are having relations with
but you could face being made a ward of the courts
and put into juvenile detention until you are
eighteen-years-old.  You would be labeled a sexual
pervert the rest of your life."

	Her defiant attitude began to crumble.  She
uncrossed her arms and grabbed the armrests very
tightly.  Her feet were swinging back and forth
nervously.

	I asked her, "Why don't you tell me a little
about your earliest memories?"  I figured that would
get her talking.  I figured when she felt more
relaxed I could move on to more relevant subjects.

	Dianne sat back in the chair and rested her
chin on a finger as if she was thinking.  When she
started talking her voice softened and sounded like
the young girl that she was.  Looking at her it was
hard to believe all of the things her mother had told
me about her.

	She told me that she doesn't even remember
what her father looked like.  She lamented that her
mother had to work.  She was looked after by her
grandmother.  She remembered that her
grandfather spent most of his time outdoors with
his buddies.  Her grandmother was everything to
her.

	Her description of her grandmother was that
she was a big woman to her.  She was really a short
woman but to a child she seemed tall.  She was a
very plump woman.  Her breasts and belly were so
large that when she sat on her granny's lap she was
always sliding off of her legs.  She virtually had to
cling to her neck to sit on her lap.  Her breasts were
so large that she hated to spend the exorbitant
amount of money to buy a bra large enough to
support her breasts.  Most of the time she just had
on a cheap cotton full slip and a simple print
conservative dress.  The smell of her body and her
lavender perfume left a lasting memory in her mind.
Granny encouraged her to express her desires and
allowed her to satisfy them.

	"What do you mean she allowed you to satisfy
your desires?" I asked.

	Dianne continued with her story.  Grandma
allowed me to take her breasts out of her dress, so
that I could feel and suck on them.  When I
expressed an interest in why grown women had hair
between their legs she allowed me to sit on the floor
between her legs and take off her panties to inspect
her pussy.  She told me what felt good.  I did
everything she told me to do.  It was very exciting
to see the way she reacted when I played with her
pussy.  She also stroked my pussy to show me how
good it felt.  As I grew up I could not resist playing
with every girl I came in contact with.

	I had never come in contact with a girl so
young that was so sexually open in my life.  I could
understand how anyone would be attracted to such
a provocative girl.  Even at her immature age she
exuded pure sexuality. .As our time together came
to an end I walked her back into the lobby to reunite
her with her mother.  We made another
appointment.  As they made their way to the exit my
receptionist and I witnessed Dianne place her hand
on Wilma's butt and squeeze it.


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