Phase III.I - Kat's New Role

Kat was awoken by Darryl with a kiss on her cheek.

"Morning, mom."

Kat smiled and got up, her yellow babydoll showing as she stretched.

"Morning sweetie."

Kat had been **** to share their bedroom, but Darryl was, as always, persuasive, and she didn't want to let him down.

For the past few days, they had been sleeping in the same bed, and Darryl snuggled up to his mother, falling asleep in each other's arms. It was so nice to be close to her boy. Especially the new routine they had come up with to do every morning now. A little show of love.

Darryl was still laying next to her, in his boxers. Kat could see his chiseled chest, his pecks, his penis outline in his boxers. She smiled and placed her hands on his chest, rubbing it. The feeling of his bare, firm chest was a lot. Darryl also noticed it and pulled his mother in for a kiss. As the two made out, Darryl groped and squeezed his mother's breasts, sending more pleasure through her.

Darryl pulled up the babydoll a little and rubbed his underwear against her panties. Darryl alternated between squeezing his mom's breasts or squeezing her ass cheeks.

In both of them, the sexual tension built and built as the two felt each other, rubbing against each other. The two moved faster as the passion grew.

Eventually, the passion exploded. Kat felt a massive wave of pleasure wash over her, prompting her to sigh. Darryl was a bit less intense, but could feel himself rest.

The two rested for a bit, smiling at each other, before Darryl got up and walked to the closet.

Kat got up and watched her son get ready. He was going to handle most of today's sessions, as he had for the past several days. In fact, he would have basically all the sessions for the day. She would pop in somewhat, but he would be handling much of the session.

She watched and smiled as her son got ready. She decided to sleep in, with her not seeing clients today.

She slowly walked up the stairs. She was careful to move such that the plate of lemon squares she had made, with the glass cover. She wore a light blue short sleeved top and light blue swing skirt, with white petticoats.

She finally got to the top, moved through reception, and brought the lemon squares into the office, where Darryl was talking to Helena, their first client.

"Ms. Morgan!" Helena was excited to see her friend.

"Hello, Helena, I decided to bring you and my darling son some lemon squares."

She placed the squares on the table between the two.

"Mom, thank you," Darryl actually got up, and kissed Kat on the lips.

"Anything for you, dearie." Kat was blushing, and quietly walked away, and Darryl returned to her session.

Kat sighed and unplugged the vacuum.

After the last session, Darryl went over to Stepford U to submit some last minute papers. Kat decided to do an extensive clean-up, bringing over the last of Darryl's stuff from his room to their new shared master bedroom. She then vacuumed and cleaned every last inch of the house.

Satisfied, she went to her room to rest before cooking dinner for Darryl when he got back.

She sat on the bed, and her mind (now free of the fog) wandered to thoughts of her son. She was so proud of him, and how much he was helping. He was shaping up to be a great therapist, much like his old lady.

She laid down, while thinking of everything, from her son's growing responsibility to their close relationship. She thought of how sexy her son was looking. She thought about how she had let him do things no other mother would do. How he seemed more than eager to oblige and gave her a lot of love.

She smiled, as she thought about how close they had gotten. And with how close they had gotten, she realized that she was actually falling in love with her son. She wanted to give all of herself to him. More than a motherly bond. The bond between man and woman. And she had a feeling Darryl felt the same way.

She took off her ensemble, leaving her in just her bullet bra and lacy knickers. She stuffed her hands down her knickers, and felt up her clitoris for a bit.

As the pleasure grew, she realized that her son just needed a push to get him to finally give in.

"I think I'm going to give him a little surprise." Kat giggled as she scampered over to change her lingerie.

"Holy shit" Darryl was actually panting a little as he watched his mom on the phone.

"Looks like you need to head home." Emmett gave Darryl his phone back. "We are finally at endgame."

Darryl quickly got on his bike and pedaled like the wind. He was no longer concerned about being discreet. He knew what was to come.

Emmett just watched the poor boy ride away.

"Another job well done, Emmett. Another good job." Emmett adjusted his coat, talking to himself. "Now to celebrate with a drink."

Emmett went into the Men's Association building. They finally had him on record.

Darryl entered the house, which was clean and silent. He panted, as he slowly walked in. He tiptoed.

"Mom?" He shouted. His heart was trying to exit his chest.

"Hello, Darryl" Kat voice echoed through the hall. Kat slowly walked out, and Darryl just stared and even drooled.

She was wearing a leopard print padded bra on top of a corselet above leopard panties. Her hair was messy, yet brought attention to her painted face. Full mascara, blue eyeliner, bright red lipstick. Her long legs were bare, with only black heels.

"Darryl, baby," Kat started to walk down the stairs, making sure to pose with every step. "You tired?"

"Far from it", Darryl rushed up the stairs and picked up his mother.