Carol the MILF

The next patient was Carol. Carol was 43 and had been divorced for two years. She had two children, ages 21 and 18, and her youngest had just moved off to college a few months ago, so she was on her own and had become depressed. She was tall and curvy with a few extra pounds around her hips and butt, but not enough to sag or have "cottage cheese" thighs or butt. She had thick, wavy dark brown hair down to her shoulder blades, and dark brown eyes. She had started her sessions right after her youngest moved out, and though she was over her depression, she had new problems. These "problems" were just new additions to her personality Dr. Morgan had added using his powers.

"Carol, come in and have a seat," Dr. Morgan said without giving up.

Jenny kept sucking away.

Carol was wearing a tight, leather skirt that came down to mid-thigh, matching leather spike-heeled boots, and a tight black halter top. She had bright red lipstick and matching blush. A large pair of sunglasses was pushed up on top of her head.

"So Carol. Last week you said you seemed to be over-compensating your lonliness by having a LOT of sex with college aged boys. I think..." Dr. Morgan opened a file folder. "Oh, yes, you said that in the week prior to our last session, you had had sex every night that week with a different boy each night."

Carol blushed and looked down at her purse in lap. She fidgeted a bit.

"Let's see, one night you had sex in the men's room of a bar popular with college age kids, one night you gave a blowjob in a frat house closet, one night you brought two boys home to your place, and then you had sex in your SUV twice."

Carol just continued to look at her purse.

Dr. Morgan shot his load in Jenny's mouth. He passed her a note to stay down there and finger herself quietly.

"So, Carol, have you continued this behavior?"

"No...I..."

"Yes?"

"I've taken to...costumes."

"Costumes? Explain."

"Well, in the month since we last met, I've bought...um...a few costumes...and have used them for...uh...sex games."

Dr. Morgan nodded. He tried not to smirk. He knew what she was doing as he had programmed her himself, but wanted to hear her say it. "Describe them to me."

"This is embarassing, but I feel compelled to dress up every Friday and Saturday. I pick up a man and take him home and...well...act out fantasies with the costumes."

"Describe them to me."

"Um...well, there's a...a...pony girl," she said in almost a whisper.

"Pony girl?" Dr. Morgan said faking ignorance.

"Yes, rubber bit, blinders, a...a...butt plug with horse tail, boots that look like hooves, and I...I...have the man ride me," she said almost inaudibly.

"What else?"

"Well, there's a baby outfit complete with...um...a...diaper, a slutty private school girl outfit, a hooker outfit, a bondage outfit, a little girl outfit, and a slutty latex outfit."

Dr. Morgan nodded. He heard a faint gasp from under his desk, but Carol didn't notice. She was too embarrassed about her confession.

Dr. Morgan wondered how to fuck with Carol.