Moonstone Massages Sue Storm as Sue Masturbates

"Now, what I want you to do is take off your top—including your bra," Dr. Stone said, as the psychiatrist rose from her chair. "I'll be behind you, out of sight, for privacy."

"I mean, I can just turn invisible," Sue Storm said, and did. Her hoodie, costume top, and bra appeared as she folded them and set them underneath the chair, the habits of a mother used to picking up after children, husband, and her own teammates.

"Ah, but the point is that you can't see me," Dr. Stone said from behind her. "As we've established, you have difficulty climaxing without thinking of cheating; you want to cum, but you can't cheat. That's a terrible dilemma. So in this sexual wellness exercise, you're going to masturbate—and I'm going to touch you."

Sue took in a deep breath.

"It's not cheating," Dr. Stone said. "No sexual contact. But you can close your eyes and pretend. There's nothing wrong with pretending, is there?"

"N-no," Sue Storm said, her voice betraying her insecurity, even as her sexual frustration betrayed her long-cherished morality.

"Very good," Dr. Stone said. "And at any point you can tell me to stop, and I'll stop. But for now—touch yourself."

For a few moments, there was only the sound of the humidifier. Sue Storm, who had faced down aliens, mutants, gods, and god-like alien mutants, shivered in her toplessness as her fingers crept down the front of her costume pants, inside the panties, to find the familiar little cleft.

From behind the chair, Dr. Stone's arms moved around. She worked blind, by touch, and her hands found those motherly hips. The smooth, toned stomach with the tightly-packed abs. Up until they touched the delicate, soft, full breasts.

The Invisible Woman gasped as the other woman began to gently sqeeuze and massage those breasts. Sue's nipples grew so hard that they hurt, stiff as eraser-tips, swollen and dark. Her fingers moved faster, in little circles around her clit as she pressed herself deeper into the chair back, to make it easier for Karla's hands to grope and pull.

Sue Storm had not been able to lactate since she had weaned off Valeria. But right now, in the mood she was in, she wished she could; wished hot white drops could spurt and spill over the other woman's warm fingers as the excitement and anticipation rose within her.

"You're a cheating slut, aren't you Sue?" Dr. Stone's voice came from behind her, and Sue spread her thighs as far as she could, her ankles hooked around the chair's front legs as she felt her pleasure spike. Not a climax, not yet, but a promise of what was to come.

"Yes!" Sue moaned. "I'm a cheating slut..."