Natural Hormone Therapy (Taboo Erotica) (NHT Book 1)

by Anya Merchant

  Dr. Kim looked at him seriously for several long seconds.

  “So you were feeling this way even before you reached theater?”

  Ben nodded.

  “Yeah,” he said. “I definitely was.”

  Dr. Kim nodded. She looked over at Alexa, and the two of them walked into the kitchen. Ben could hear them having a whispered conversation, but couldn’t quite make out most of the words.

  “He’s my son!” His mother raised her voice for a single sentence, and then immediately dropped it back down to a muffled whisper. The two of them went on talking for a while, longer than Ben had spoken to Dr. Kim, by far. After about ten minutes, the two of them came back out into the living room.

  Dr. Kim was smiling softly. Ben’s mother looked flustered and embarrassed. Both of them had their attention focused on him, and Ben lifted his gaze up to the ceiling to avoid having to meet their eyes.

  “Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “I’m even more sure about your condition, and what the necessary treatment should be. You were doing better yesterday after seeing me. That’s a fact.”

  Ben sat up slightly on the couch. A hot tingle ran down the center of his back, and he felt excitement and blood rush down to his lower half, even though Dr. Kim’s words made him feel embarrassed, more than anything.

  “I’ve spoken with your mother about where we should go from here,” said Dr. Kim. Ben waited for him to continue, but something seemed to be holding her back.

  “And?” Ben raised an eyebrow, looking from Dr. Kim to his mother. “What is it?”

  “I don’t think there’s anything that I can prescribe you that would work as well as the intimacy treatment would, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. She hesitated again and looked at the floor as though a little ashamed.

  “Sweetie…” Ben’s mother spoke in a voice that he’d never heard before, quiet and cracking a bit on the edges. “Dr. Kim won’t be available to see you in her office as often as she thinks she would need to.”

  Dr. Kim nodded and set an encouraging hand on Alexa’s shoulder.

  “So we talked, just now, about what other alternatives might be available for this type of therapy.” Dr. Kim closed her eyes for a second. “Ben…”

  She bit her lip, and it looked as though she was struggling to say what needed to be said.

  “Just… keep an open mind,” Dr. Kim finally managed. “And remember how helpful the treatment was, and how nice it feels to live an active life.”

  Dr. Kim nodded to Alexa, and then to Ben, and then started for the door.

  “Wait, hold on,” said Ben. “You’re leaving? But you just got here…”

  “I’m afraid that I have an engagement tonight,” said Dr. Kim.

  “But what about the…”

  Ben trailed off. He looked back at his mom. She wouldn’t meet his eye, and her cheeks were beet red.

  “Like I said, Ben,” said Dr. Kim. “Try to keep an open mind.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Dr. Kim left, and when the front door closed behind her, a tension unlike any Ben had ever felt before settled over the living room. He turned to face his mom, feeling the silence between them, along with something harder for him to put his finger on.

  “Ben,” she said, after what seemed like forever. “Dr. Kim explained to me how the therapy works.”

  “Mom…” He was at a loss for words. Ben stared at her, feeling a surge of strange, conflicting emotions.

  “Do you want to eat dinner first?” asked his mother. “We can… talk more about this, afterward.”

  “Alright,” said Ben. “That sounds fine.”

  He waited in the living room while his mother finished cooking. His heart pounded in his chest, and he did his best not to keep his thoughts his safe territory. There was one thing that Ben couldn’t ignore, one thing that made him feel more ashamed than anything ever had before in his life. He had a stubborn, rock hard erection.

  The two of them ate their meal mostly in silence. Alexa didn’t ask her son about the audition, and Ben didn’t ask her about her day. They had a few short exchanged of small talk, most relating to Ben’s father living overseas, and his sister away at college. His mother cleared the table when they’d finished, and wordlessly, Ben walked back out into the living room.

  “I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable,” said his mother. There was an unspoken implication to her words that Ben did his best to ignore. He sat on the couch as she walked upstairs with silent, graceful steps. He was still shamefully aroused and felt his anticipation growing as he waited for her to reappear.

  “Alright, honey.”

  Alexa stood at the top of the stairs. She wore a robe that Ben had only seen her in once or twice before, too thin and tiny to be practical for anything other than titillation. It was a mix of pink and black with floral designs and a cute, frilly belt around the waist. It barely hung down to her upper thigh, and one of her large breasts was threatening to pop out through the slit at the top.

  “Wow, Mom!” Ben gaped at her and shook his head slightly in disbelief. “You look, I mean, you look…”

  His cock surged with horny eagerness as he fumbled for the right word. He knew what it was, but something about calling his mother sexy, right to her face, felt dirty and wrong. She slowly walked down the stairs, a faint smile spreading across her embarrassed face as she saw the way her son was scanning her over with his eyes.

  “Dr. Kim gave me the rundown of how intimacy therapy works, Ben,” she said. “Let’s talk about it for a second, first.”

  Ben nodded, feeling his face warm slightly. He was hornier than he could ever remember being before in his life, but something about the way he and his mom were interacting felt intentionally clunky. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it was. She was his mother, he was her son, and they were treading dangerously close to strange, forbidden territory.

  “In her office, she had me lie down on her little leather couch,” said Ben. “She faced away from me for most of it and just kind of…”

  He trailed off. It felt so weird, speaking out loud about it, to his mother of all people. She sat down next to him and set her hand on his knee, which sent a warm, pleasant sensation coursing through Ben’s leg.

  “She walked you through it, didn’t she?” asked Alexa.

  Ben nodded.

  “That’s what Dr. Kim called level one,” his mom said. “It’s intimacy therapy in its most basic form.”

  Ben was silent for a moment. He could only hold back the obvious question for so long before it slipped out.

  “Are there other levels?” he asked. His mom caught his eye for the briefest second, long enough to make the room feel hot and magnetic, and then nodded.

  “There are,” she said, quietly. “Level one seemed to work for you at Dr. Kim’s office, and given that I’m your mother…”

  She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Ben knew exactly what she was feeling. There was enough of it between the two of them to last a lifetime. It was a curious, awkward tension, full of contradictions and suppressed emotional energy.

  “Alright,” he said, sparing her from having to finish her thought. “Mom, I understand. And I’m right there with you. Let’s just try to relax and get this over with.”

  She nodded and smiled at him.

  “Thanks, sweetie,” she said.

  “I should be the one thanking you,” said Ben. “This treatment does a lot for me.”

  Alexa’s smile deepened. She leaned toward him on the couch and planted a hot kiss on his cheek. As she pulled back, her robe fell further open, revealing a glimpse of the tan bra that she was wearing underneath.

  “So…” She fidgeted slightly on the couch. “Are you ready?”

  Ben nodded.

  CHAPTER 11

  Alexa made a quick trip to the bathroom, returning with a soft, white towel, one of the new ones that she’d bought only a couple of weeks earlier. She handed it to Ben and then moved into position behind the couch. He glanced over h
is shoulder once and saw the she was facing away from him, just as Dr. Kim had in the beginning of the session the day before.

  “Alright, honey,” said his mom, in an almost inaudible voice. “You can, um, unzip your pants.”

  The words sounded dirty coming out of her mouth, and lacking the confidence that made the dirty talk of a porn star or stripper sound like a sexual authority. She sounded like his mother, making a request that she was very unsure of. And for some reason, it was insanely arousing to Ben.

  He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. He left his boxers on, feeling strangely shy about taking them off, even though his mom wasn’t watching. They were in the living room of the family’s home, the house Ben had grown up in and would continue living in for the next few years.

  “Alright, mom,” he said. “It’s done.”

  “Okay.” She hesitated, as though even less sure about the next request. “I guess now… you should take out your, well, you know…”

  “It’s okay mom,” said Ben. “You can say it. I’m not going to get upset, or feel uncomfortable.”

  “Your cock,” she said, a bit more authority entering her voice. “You can take out you cock, sweetie.”

  Ben almost came right there and then. He didn’t feel upset or uncomfortable. He felt horny, hornier than he’d ever felt before in his life. His mother, the sweetest, kindest, most loving woman in the world, had just instructed him to take his cock out of his boxers. Ben whipped it out, pleasure surging through him as his fingertips made contact with the bare flesh of his shaft.

  “Now honey,” said his mother. “I want you to…”

  Again, she hit another roadblock. This time, Ben waited, suspecting that it was one that he couldn’t encourage her over with his words.

  “I want you to start masturbating, Ben,” she said. “Nice and slowly. Just run your fingers over your… thing.”

  Ben did as she told him. He was delicate, using only the tips of his fingers to run up and down his achingly hard cock. It was already dripping with precum, creating a hot and sticky mess on the fabric of his boxers.

  “Okay Mom,” said Ben. “I’m doing it.”

  “You’re stroking it?” she said. “Your cock?”

  Ben nodded, and then realizing that she still wasn’t looking at him, said “Yeah.”

  “Just take your time, sweetie,” she whispered. “We’re in no rush.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  His mother went silent for a couple of seconds. The room was quiet enough for Ben to hear her breathing, which was composed of fast, excited breaths.

  “Is it hard yet, sweetie?” she asked.

  “It’s been hard this entire time, Mom,” said Ben, stroking faster.

  “Since we started?”

  “Since, well, since Dr. Kim left,” said Ben.

  “So it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, having me lead you through this instead of her?”

  Ben thought about the question for a second, letting his hand slow its pace slightly.

  “A little,” he said. “It’s different.”

  “In a good way, or a bad way?”

  Ben paused, letting his hand come to a stop. He heard movement from behind him and thought that his mom might have glanced over her shoulder.

  “Keep going honey,” said his mom. “Don’t stop.”

  “Oh…” Ben groaned slightly as he started up again.

  “That’s it,” she whispered. “Stroke it softly. Nice and soft.”

  “Oh, mom,” moaned Ben.

  “So,” said his mother. “Is it better… or worse?”

  The way she asked the question turned each syllable into erotic fire. Her words were like foreplay, or miniature audio aphrodisiacs. Ben was stroking his cock faster now, his hand making a bit of noise as it moved.

  “It’s better, Mom,” he said. “I like it better with you.”

  His answer gave Alexa a moment of pause.

  “Why?” she finally asked.

  “I don’t know,” whispered Ben. “I guess… your voice?”

  “You like the sound of my voice?” His mother giggled, and Ben felt his entire body pulse with lust and expectation. “Anything else?”

  “Oh, Mom.” Ben was breathing faster now. “I don’t know. It’s just, well, it’s everything.”

  She seemed to think about his answer, and after a second, she cleared her throat.

  “Keep stroking, sweetie,” she said. “We need to stay focused on the therapy.”

  “I know, Mom,” said Ben. He was squirming on the couch, unable to keep his body still against the pleasure raging inside of him.

  “Just take deep breaths, and let it feel good, honey,” said his mother.

  “Yes,” whispered Ben. “Oh god, mom!”

  “Are you almost there?”

  One of her hands ran through his hair from where she stood behind the couch. Ben realized that she was watching him.

  “I’m so close, Mom!” he said, breathlessly.

  “That’s it, honey.” Her free hand ran across Ben’s chest. He leaned his head to the side and kissed the crook of her arm.

  “Mom,” he shouted. “I… I’m going to cum!”

  “Go ahead, sweetie,” she whispered. “Let it all out!”

  A powerful orgasm ripped through Ben, causing him to arch his back and thrust his hips off the couch. Cum splattered out, straight up into the air. His mother was leaned over him just far enough for the first string to splatter against her neck, seeping into her robe through the open slit.

  Ben collapsed back down onto the couch, feeling pleasure, shame, guilt, and confusion in equal parts. He grabbed at the towel and pulled it over his crotch, as though suddenly realizing that a certain standard of modesty was necessary in front of his own mother.

  Alexa seemed to be having a similar reaction. She turned away from the couch, her body stiff with a cocktail of contrasting emotions. She didn’t leave the room, however, and waited until Ben had recovered from his bliss before speaking.

  “Did that help at all, honey?” she asked, as though she’d just put a band aid on his knee, or fed him a snack.

  “I… I think so, Mom,” said Ben.

  “Oh. Well that’s good.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

  “I... am going to take a shower,” said his mother.

  “Okay mom. I’m going to head to bed.”

  She left the room. Ben stood up slowly, blinking and coming back to reality. He walked up to his room, doing his very best not to think about what had just happened, and what it meant.

  CHAPTER 12

  Ben slept soundly that night, to an almost ridiculous extent. His sheets felt clean. His pillow felt soft. Everything about his bed, his room, and the world at large felt exactly as it should be.

  He was smiling when he woke up and performed an arm stretch and yawn combination that bordered on being cheesy as he rose to a sitting position. It was the difference between black and white. Unlike the previous morning, he felt ready.

  About halfway through getting dressed, Ben heard his mother’s footsteps approaching his door. The events of the previous night immediately came to the forefront of his mind. It was enough to make him feel a little dirty, and more than a little ashamed, but even that, he could manage.

  “Ben? Are you awake?” Her voice was like a soft bell, the type used for meditation and quiet instrumentals.

  “Yeah, Mom,” he said. “I just woke up.”

  He finished pulling on his jeans, carefully tucking his hard shaft of morning wood away and smiling at the hilarity of it. Ben was young, full of energy and enthusiasm, and most importantly, aware of it, at least at that moment.

  “Luciana is on the phone,” said his mother, her voice sharper than it had been before. She didn’t elaborate any more than that, and Ben hurried to the door.

  His mom was standing on the other side of it in her nightgown. She met Ben’s eyes when he looked at her. Her hai
r was ruffled from sleep, and her eyes were a little bleary, but if anything, she looked even more captivating than she had the night before. Ben would have stared at her for a minute if not for the phone in her hand, which he took as she handed it to him.

  “Hello?”

  “Ben.” Luciana’s familiar, slightly accented voice came onto the line. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

  “You did,” he said. “But it’s fine. I slept well.”

  Luciana laughed, and Ben almost laughed, too.

  “I wanted to talk to you about your audition yesterday,” she said.

  Ben took a breath.

  “I apologize for that,” he said. “I wasn’t at my best. I’m still a novice when it comes to acting, and I think I may have overestimated my resistance to stage fright.”

  “That’s a very succinct way of putting it,” said Luciana. “And I fully understand how you must have felt.”

  Ben waited a moment, expecting her to continue.

  “Ben, I would like it very much if you would consider coming in for a callback,” said Luciana. “I think you might manage a better performance the second time around.”

  “I would also like that very much.” He paused. “I have to ask, though. Why are you giving me another chance?”

  “I see a certain… potential in you, Ben,” said Luciana. There was a hint of something in her voice, and even though Ben knew that it went against his own interests to press further, he couldn’t stop himself.

  “Is that really the truth, Luciana?” he asked. “Be honest.”

  “Well…” She let out a small sigh. “The turnout for male actors was not what I expected. And regardless of our differences, I appreciate your mother’s commitment to acting and know that there’s no way she would stop riding you until you perfected each of your lines and delivery.”

  “You know what?” Ben grinned into the phone. “I’ll take it.”

  Luciana let out a warm, genuine laugh, and Ben couldn’t resist joining in.

  “When can you come in to read some more lines for me?” she asked.