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  Natural Hormone Therapy 2

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2016 by Anya Merchant

  All rights reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers. None of the characters engaging in sexual conduct in this work of fiction are under the age of 18, legally unable to give consent, or related by blood.

  Contents

  Natural Hormone Therapy 2

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 1

  “It’s been three days. I feel like it’s starting to wear off.”

  Ben stood at the door of the kitchen, dressed in the same stained t-shirt and ratty sweatpants he’d worn the day before. It was a bright, sunny morning, and the light coming in through the house’s windows had a heavy, golden quality to it.

  “I know, sweetie.” Alexa looked at him, frowning slightly. “I just thought that with your audition, and the play-“

  “I still haven’t heard back from Luciana,” said Ben. “I just feel like… I’m going to lose the progress I’ve made.”

  Alexa’s frown deepened. Ben knew how much she cared, and a small part of him felt a little guilty over what he was doing. It was all true, and he was worried about what would happen if the treatment stopped. But, as often is the case when it comes to teenage hormones and sexuality, there was more to it than just that.

  “I was expecting Dr. Kim to call and follow up on your progress,” said Alexa. “It’s a medical treatment, Ben. I need to make sure I’m doing it right.”

  Ben’s cock hardened slightly at her words. She could have been talking about the weather, or mowing the lawn, and he’d still find himself getting aroused. Ever since the first treatment, it was impossible for him to see her in a purely platonic sense.

  “It worked,” he said. “That’s all that matters to me.”

  Alexa sighed and ran a hand through her dark brown hair.

  “Ben…” she said softly. “I almost feel like…”

  She trailed off, but met Ben’s eye for a second, revealing to him the unspoken emotion behind her words. He knew exactly how she felt. It was a mixture of uncomfortable, conflicting drives. He’d felt the same way during their last intimacy treatment.

  “Look, if it makes you feel better about it, I’ll go see Dr. Kim later today, too,” said Ben. “I’ll talk to her about any concerns you have, and we’ll work everything out.”

  He walked over to Alexa slowly, flashing a gentle, hopeful smile. She smiled back at him, and Ben reached out and pulled her into a soft hug.

  “Okay, sweetie,” whispered Alexa. “I’ll do it.”

  She was wearing her soft silk morning robe, and as far as Ben could tell, she didn’t have anything on underneath it. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and Ben felt his erection pushing into her stomach. She felt incredible against him, and smelled faintly of shampoo and fabric softener.

  “Alright,” said Ben.

  “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

  Ben waited at his computer for his stepmom to make her way through her morning proceedings and into his room. By the time she did, he was already fully aroused and fidgeting slightly from his excitement. Ben had dreamed about the treatment every night since Dr. Kim had first walked him through it.

  Alexa was his stepmother, but she was also, by far, one of the most attractive women Ben had ever known in person. It had taken him a while to realize it. She’d looked like, well, his mother, when he was growing up. Her features were never something he took notice of, it had always been her comforting voice, soft touch, her kindly laugh, and her ample skills in the kitchen that’d mattered back then.

  It wasn’t until Ben reached puberty that he learned, from the brash and blunt mouths of other teenage boys, that his mom was “hot”. Once he started to take notice of her on his own, he immediately realized that calling her hot was like calling Antarctica cold.

  She had a cute, motherly face that became borderline seductive when she showed any hint of any emotion. Her eyes were perfect blue pools, and seemed to be more expressive each on their own than most people’s entire faces. Her mouth and lips were gorgeous enough to make the act of her putting on chap stick into something that was erotic, and almost scandalous to watch.

  Her breasts were wonders, large, but proportional and surprisingly buoyant for a woman in her mid-thirties. Her waist and hips were of a ratio that made almost any tight fitting clothing into a statement of her burning sexuality. And when she walked, the way her body swayed from side to side seemed to promise things that most men would die to get a chance to experience.

  “Honey?” she said. “Are you okay?”

  Ben flinched in surprise and snapped his computer chair around to face her. He’d been browsing the web absentmindedly while he waited for her to come in, and a small stab of fear went through him as he rushed to click off the window he’d had open.

  “Yeah, sorry,” he said. “Uh… come on in.”

  His mother smiled warmly at him and walked into his room, closing the door behind her. It was just the two of them, with Ben’s father working overseas, and his stepsister away at college. She walked over to his bed and sat down on it, crossing her legs as her robe slid up, exposing a tantalizing amount of bare thigh.

  “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

  “Uh, I mean…” Ben stumbled over his words, a little surprised by her sudden forwardness.

  “This was your idea, sweetie,” she said. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.”

  “No!” Ben shook his head a bit more vigorously than he needed to. “Of course not.”

  His mother licked her lips and then smiled again, a more paternal expression in it this time.

  “Alright then,” she said. “Let’s get started.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Despite the fact that it had been his idea, and despite the fact that it was what he wanted, it took a bit of willpower for Ben to pull down his sweatpants and take his cock out in front of his mother.

  Intimacy therapy, as Dr. Kim had explained to the both of them, involved reaching an orgasm with the assistance of a close loved one, in some form or another. Assistance, in this case, could mean anything from encouraging words, to actual physical contact.

  “Your boxers, too, sweetie,” said Alexa.

  “I know, mom.” Ben pulled down his boxers and let his hard cock snap out and to attention. His mother’s eyes were immediately drawn to it, as though it was a fire in the sparking to life in a hearth. She took a deep breath, and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face.

  “Well,” she said. “You can go ahead.”

  Ben let his hand wrap around his cock. He was staring at his mom, and knew that he shouldn’t be. Her robe was thin, and even though the room was warm, he could see her nipples poking out against the fabric.

  “Are you going to keep going?” he asked.

  “What?”

  Ben shrug
ged.

  “You’re supposed to walk me through it, I think,” he said. “That’s what you did… last time, at least.”

  Alexa nodded slowly. She let one of her hands slide down along the hem of her robe, almost as though she was contemplating pulling it open, and revealing herself to her son. Ben blushed at the thought. She was his mother, and it was patently ridiculous for him to think that way about her.

  “Alright,” she said. “I want you to…”

  She paused and bit her lip. Ben felt her gaze sweep across his hard cock and then lock onto his eyes. The room felt hot, and when Alexa finally spoke again, her words resonated on the air with arousing, sexual weight.

  “Stroke it, honey,” she said, softly and guiltily. “Let your hand run across it slowly. Not fast, not yet.”

  Ben took a deep breath and began stroking himself off. It felt incredible. He alternated between doing it with his eyes open and closed. It was almost too intense to look at her, his cougar mother, sitting on his bed, naked underneath her robe, encouraging him to masturbate.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Good, sweetie.”

  “Mom…” It was all Ben, on the verge of breathlessness, could manage.

  “Mmmm,” she whispered. “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes!” Ben’s hips jerked up slightly in the chair as though in response. A guilty smile spread across Alexa’s lips, followed by a slight reddening of her cheeks.

  “Alright,” she said, recomposing herself. “You can go a little faster, now.”

  “How fast, mom?” asked Ben. She slowly licked her lips.

  “Like this.” Alexa held both hands out in the air and gently pantomimed the motion, pleasuring an imaginary cock and making wild thoughts surge through Ben’s head.

  “Okay,” he said. “It feels… good, mom.”

  “Keep going, honey,” she said. “Just keep going. Up and down.”

  Ben kept at it, rubbing and pulling on his cock with soft movements. His mother was silent for a few moments as she watched him. He realized that she didn’t have to say anything, and in fact, it almost made it feel hotter, and more illicit.

  Alexa was watching her son, her face shifting through different emotions as he continued to masturbate in front of her. She was embarrassed, for herself, and for him. She was confused and a little curious, both of how much Ben had grown and what must have been going on in his head.

  And above all else, she was horribly, shamefully aroused. Ben was staring at her with hungry eyes. Ben was looking at her breasts, at her body. At his mother’s body. Alexa bit her lip and blushed, unable to watch him any longer without feeling uncomfortable.

  “Mom…” whispered Ben.

  Instead of answering him, Alexa stood up from his bed and walked over to where he sat at his computer. She leaned over him, setting one hand on his shoulder, and letting her robe billow open enough to show off ample amounts of cleavage.

  “Are you close, sweetie?” she whispered.

  “Oh god, mom!” Ben jerked his hips up, as though thrusting at her, at his mother.

  “Ben,” she said. “Go ahead. It’s-“

  Alexa set her hand down, accidentally striking the spacebar on the keyboard. The window Ben had been looking at before she’d come in was a video, and it immediately began playing, the sound of it sharp and unmistakably sexually.

  “That’s right,” said a seductive, very sultry female voice. “Cum for me. Cum all over my face and tits!”

  Ben let out a groan as he passed over his limit. His seed splashed up, the first spurt striking across his mom’s robe. Alexa practically leapt back, shaking her head as the porn video continued to play in the background.

  “You…” She stared at him, and the computer monitor, in disbelief. “Is this what you think this is, Ben?”

  “No, mom!” He fumbled with the keyboard, still blissed out from the orgasm. “It’s just a video I was-“

  “Benjamin Murdock!” shouted Alexa. “You… you’re…”

  She glared at him, blushing furiously and too upset to properly articulate her anger. Finally, she settled for waving her hand at him angrily and stomping out of the room.

  Ben slapped his hand against his forehead, cursing his luck. He stood up, and decided that it was time to take a shower.

  CHAPTER 3

  The shower didn’t do much for him. Ben had the water turned up as hot as his skin could take, but at the end of it, he still felt dirty, and more than a little disgusted with himself.

  His mom had gotten the wrong idea, but then again, so had he. The porn video he’d accidentally left up had been a close approximation of what the two of them had been doing. He’d been seeking out those kinds of videos for the past few days, the thrill of exploring the sexual undertones of his intimacy treatment leading him into strange territory.

  He dried off, made his way back to his room, and got dressed. Ben waited for a few minutes before heading downstairs, wondering what he’d say to his mom to make things right.

  She wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room. He frowned. As much as he wanted to put the experience behind him, he couldn’t do it without apologizing to her first. He made his way upstairs, stood outside his mom’s door, and then slowly began to knock.

  “Mom?” He waited for a second, listening through the door. “Mom? Are you in there?”

  Alexa didn’t answer him. It made Ben feel even more ashamed about what had happened and also made him worry that he might have messed their relationship up in a way that couldn’t be fixed.

  “I’m sorry, mom,” he said. “I really am. Look, I’ve been in a weird state of mind recently. Between college not panning out, and then the play…”

  He trailed off. It was hard for him to think of a sincere way to apologize. He felt terrible about his mom’s reaction, but he wasn’t sure what he could do or say to make it any better. It was a weird situation for the both of them to be in, hard and strange and full of illicit tension.

  “I’m going to go and see Dr. Kim today,” said Ben. “I want to talk to her about what happened. She might be able to help both of us work through it, mom.”

  He waited for several more seconds. He was pretty sure that he could hear her shifting on the bed, but she still said nothing. Finally, Ben sighed and walked away from her door and back over to the stairs.

  The walk downtown was normally a little further than Ben would opt to do on foot, but he felt like he needed to clear his head. Pinecross was a small town in every possible sense. It was the type of place where parents could raise their kids in peace, letting them play outside and visit the neighbors without any fear for their safety.

  Most people in Pinecross went to church every Sunday, avoided swearing like the plague, and would chip in for various small festivals and local gatherings. It was a nice, wholesome place, and it made Ben feel even more ashamed of what he’d put his mom through that morning.

  The sun was harsh in his eyes as he walked northeast into town, and it made him feel exposed. A few people were out mowing their lawns or walking their dogs. Some of them waved to Ben, and he smiled and waved back, acting far more normal than he felt.

  Birds were chirping on rooftops, and a few groupings of younger teenagers mosied about in outdoor cafes and the park. Most of the doors to the local businesses and stores were propped open, letting the fresh morning air flood inside. It was summer, and it felt like it.

  He reached Dr. Kim’s office, which was on Main Street and located above a spa, and headed in through the front door. A staircase led up to her actual office. Ben stood outside the door and knocked gently on it. He waited for about a minute and then frowned.

  It reminded him of knocking on his mom’s door and being ignored. He’d spent the last half hour walking and wasn’t in the mood for it. He needed to talk to Dr. Kim, or at least schedule an appointment, and that was what he was going to do.

  Ben opened the door. The lights were on, but the main lobby area was empty. He saw the door to Dr. Kim�
��s therapy room, left ever so slightly ajar, and walked over to it. Before he pushed it open, he listened, hearing the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans from the other side.

  He stepped into the therapy room and blinked in surprise. Dr. Kim was an attractive woman. She was in her early forties, with dark brown hair done up in a neat bun. She wore oval glasses on her pretty, authoritative face, almost looking like a school teacher or principal.

  She was tall, and wore a professional looking plaid blouse and a black skirt. But that wasn’t what Ben was shocked by.

  Dr. Kim was sitting behind her desk with one leg lifted up onto it. Her eyes were closed and her head was tipped back. One of her hands was deep inside her panties, and it was crystal clear what she was doing.

  Ben tried to step back out into the lobby, but accidentally bumped against the door. Dr. Kim opened her eyes and immediately snapped to attention.

  “Oh!” she said. “Ben! I didn’t realize you were going to be… stopping by.”

  Ben looked away from her, debating whether to apologize, or whether to try to act like he hadn’t seen anything.

  “Sorry,” he finally said. “I needed to talk to you about something. But I can leave if this isn’t a good time.”

  Dr. Kim smiled at him, without the slightest trace of embarrassment or shame. She knew Ben had seen her. He could tell from the way her eyes scanned over him. She knew, and rather than reacting like most woman would, she almost seemed to be enjoying the fact that he’d walked in on her.

  “This is a wonderful time,” said Dr. Kim. She stood up from her desk, discreetly wiping her hand on the back of her skirt as she walked over to him. “Come on in.”

  Ben smiled and suppressed a chuckle.

  “Alright,” he said.

  Instead of moving to sit back behind her desk, Dr. Kim led Ben over to the therapy couch. She sat down on it next to him, sitting so close that she was almost brushing up against him.

  “Now,” she said, letting her hand rest on his thigh. “What seems to be the problem?”