Lilith continues her training

Lilith almost fell into the therapist’s office in her haste. She couldn’t wait another minute to talk to the doctor. Valentine was pacing around her office, seemingly gathering things together into a bag. After a moment she finished what she was doing and came to sit down opposite Lilith.

“Alright Lilith. I can see something has got you worked up. Why don’t you tell me what the problem is?”

Lilith launched into an explanation without further pause. “You told me to sit down with my son and discuss what it was that he liked.”

“So you went through with that?”

“Yes, well, I wasn’t very comfortable with the idea so I thought that a little **** would loosen us up and make it easier to discuss that stuff.”

“Go on.”

“But it went so much farther than it should have. I had… I had… anal sex with my son.”

“And you remembered this?”

“No, I didn’t remember any of it. I didn’t know I had done it until I listened to the recording I took.”

“Let me listen” the doctor firmly commanded. Lilith complied unquestionably, bringing out her phone to play back what she heard last night. She buried her head in shame as the sound of her own moans filled the office. The doctor listened carefully all the way through with a pensive expression, waiting until the recording ended to comment. “Is that it?”

“I-Is that it? What do you mean? What more do you need?”

“Lilith, I believe you have misunderstood the contents of this recording.”

“I have?” Confusion shone in Lilith’s voice but also the slightest trace of hope.

“Indeed, you did not have sex with your son. Listen carefully.” She played back a section of the recording. Lilith cringed as she listened back to the sound of her moans filling the room but tried to hear what the doctor was. She was **** to hear another explanation. “There, did you hear it?”

“I’m sorry.” No matter how she strained her ear she couldn’t make out what she was expecting to.

“Perhaps you don’t have a trained ear for this sort of thing. These are not the sort of moans you make during anal sex, but rather masturbation. You see you were just giving your son a little more auditory stimulation. I’m proud of you for being so proactive in your son’s treatment.”

“Really?” Lilith listened to the recording play through again. She thought she could see what the doctor was suggesting. No, she was certain of it. She didn’t want to believe she had sex with her son so this explanation was enough for her. She felt the anxieties she had been carrying all morning start to melt away.

“However, I am a little concerned that you were so eager to make it out as such.”

“Eager? I wasn’t…” Lilith was unsure of what the doctor was getting at.

“Yes, you harboured nothing but certainty at your faulty assumption, despite how clearly the evidence suggested otherwise. I believe you to be showing signs of a fixation. A fixation manifesting as obsessive thoughts about anal sex with your son.”

“Excuse me?! That can’t be…”

“Since you discovered this recording last night, have you had any thought over than of anal sex with your son?”

“Well no but-”

“And these thoughts persisted despite any attempt you made to subdue them? You see, this is a textbook case of obsession.” The doctor seemed so sure of herself. Lilith wondered if she really had become obsessed. “Yes, I am beyond sure of it. You are fixated with the thought of giving John anal sex.

“Let me tell you a little about your condition. The fixation is like a persistent thought wedged into your subconscious that will naturally drive itself into your conscious thoughts at all hours of the day and night. Though you may temporarily forget it while busy and focused on other matters, it will always return to the forefront when your focus wanes. This is particularly notable when you’re in bed and you have nothing to distract you from your obsessive thoughts. Above all, the harder you try to resist the fixation, the stronger it will set into your mind.”

Lilith was terrified at this prospect, having persistent thoughts of John fucking her ass with no chance to fight them. She didn’t want to be thinking about it but she already knew the image was stuck in her head. “So how do we fix this?”

“Well as a symptom of something deeper, there’s not much we can do to treat it itself. All I can suggest for now is you just wait and see if the fixation goes away on its own. There is a more effective option but I would only suggest it if you were truly ****.” Lilith had an idea of what she meant and shook her head. “Very well, just remember that the more you try to fight the obsession, the more deep rooted it will become. Even while we speak, you may find yourself painfully aware of the absence of something phallic penetrating your posterior.” She was right. Now that she said it, all she could think about was John’s cock being rammed into her backside. She couldn’t fight it.

As doctor Valentine prepared to move onto further topics of discussion, Lilith’s phone continued to play on repeat out of her reach. The doctor made no move to stop it, so Lilith had **** but to listen to her own lewd confessions. ‘Aah, aah. I’m John’s little slut. I need his cock. Oh, fuck. I’d do anything to get his cock inside me. Ah, fuck me, fuck me. I need his cum. It tastes so good. Please, fuck me like the little cum-slut I am. Squeeze my tits. Fuck my ass. I need your cock.’ Lilith couldn’t help but imagine herself bent over John’s desk, her fat tits cushioning the impact as he ploughed her into the desk. The image seemed so vivid to her.

“I understand you didn’t shower with your son this morning.” Lilith shook her head. The doctor had a serious expression. “This is unacceptable. I understand you were under stress this morning from your faulty assumption, but it is absolutely essential that you do not miss a single instance. We must saturate his mind with lust for you, or else he will never be able to work through his attraction to you. Do you understand how important this is?”

“Yes doctor, I’m sorry.”

“Remember you have committed yourself to this. You must make him cum with your body at least once a day. You will have to do so this evening to make up for it, but rather than using the shower I would like you to try giving him a massage.”

“A massage?”

“Yes, giving sensual full-body massages would be a good skill for you to master. You should learn how to give the right attention to all part of a man’s body and use all parts of your own body to give it. You should be able to make him cum without touching his genitals.”

“Alright. I’ll try that.”

“Very good. Now before we begin with your treatment, I would like to go a little more over your understanding of what a slut is. Do you remember your mantra?”

“Before a woman, I am a slut. Before a mother, I am a slut.” She had told herself those words many times already that week. They readily spilled from her mouth.

“Very good. Now tell me what a slut is to you.”

“A woman who enjoys sex and doesn’t care how society judges her for it.”

“That’s right. But of course, there is a little more to it than that, isn’t there? Sluts also tease men and dress provocatively. This is unnecessary for their enjoyment of sex, so why do they do it?” Without giving Lilith chance to think she continued. “It is because what sluts enjoy isn’t simply sex, it’s the act of bringing sexual pleasure to men. Men grow excited when they are teased and flirted with so that’s why sluts do it. Don’t you feel good when you bring pleasure to a man?”

“I do.”

“Exactly, sluts love to bring pleasure to men. In fact, you could say they live for it. They aren’t really good for anything else. There is nothing else that brings them such a sense of purpose. Sluts exist simply to pleasure men.” Lilith looked at the doctor with uncertainty. “Hm, do you perhaps think sluts serve another purpose?”

“I need to look out for John and Claire.”

“Of course, you also had purpose as a mother, but those ideas aren’t particularly exclusive now, are they? The both of them are old enough that they don’t need you to coddle them anymore. What they really need is someone with experience in adult topics like sex to turn to. What more experienced individual could they turn to than a slut? By being a slut, you are more than fulfilling your obligations to them. They don’t need you to be their mother anymore. They need you to be a slut. Remember your mantra.”

“Before a mother, I am a slut.”

“All women are sluts really. We all love sex. You are a slut. I will openly confess to being a slut. Your daughter has confided in me her great love for pleasuring men. All women are really sluts. Some just don’t like to admit it. It all comes down to our biological instincts. When humans first came to be, men were there to hunt and women existed to breed. A woman that refused to breed had no purpose so we built an ingrained biological instinct to be bred.

“Think about it. The evolutionary differences between men and women. Women have curves to catch the eye of men; smooth, soft skin to press against their bodies; full, puffy lips to make kissing and sucking feel good and prominent breasts to drive them wild with desire. Every detail of our body was designed for the sole purpose of bringing men sexual pleasure. Our minds are wired to let men breed us. One could say that women only exist to pleasure men.”

“I’m not sure that’s the case.” Lilith felt there was some leap in logic there, but she was never very good at that stuff to figure it out.

“It’s true. If women weren’t needed for breeding, they simply wouldn’t exist. It would be much more advantageous to the species for everyone to be the stronger, more athletic sex. But nature needed vessels for men to dump their seed into, so nature made the softer female sex whose sole purpose was to be bred.”

“I don’t-”

“Do you doubt the science? Do you doubt me?”

“That’s not it. I jus-”

“I understand it must be difficult to be rational when all you can think about is your son’s cock,” Again the vivid image of John penetrating her filled her mind, drowning out her train of thought. The sound of her moans around her made the fantasy feel so real. “but aren’t your own admissions enough to prove this to you. Your desires to be a slut are the instincts passed down to all women from our ancestors. You, me, Claire; Deep down all women crave it but we have to repress our natural desires because society demands it. Wouldn’t you rather live in a world where you are free to fulfil your dream of pleasuring men without judgement?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Then accept it. That is how society should be; a place where women aren’t pressured to forego their natural place. Women only exist to pleasure men. Admit it to me.”

“Women only exist to pleasure men.”

“Again. Really feel those words sink into your mind.”

“Women only exist to pleasure men.”

“Very good Lilith, but I can tell your heart is still not completely in it. From now on I want you to add that to your mantra. Saying it will help you feel more comfortable in your transition to sluttiness. It will help remind you that you were born for this. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

“Good, now let’s move on to what I believe to be the root cause of your issue. From our previous sessions, it has become clear that you have a poor self-image. If you are to achieve your dream of being a slut, you must be proud inside your own body so that is what I’d like to work on next.”

“Thank you doctor.” This was something Lilith was happy to hear. She had tried to take steps over the last week but they just weren’t enough.

“Now I need to know exactly what you think about your body. Please tell me what you think about your tits?”

“My breasts? Well, um…”

“Lilith, I appreciate it may be difficult for you when you are so distracted by thoughts of John thrusting his penis up your rear end, but do try to focus on my questions.”

Lilith blushed at being called out like that again. It was like a vivid scene playing on repeat in her mind. “I-I’m sorry. Well, I think my breasts are just way too big, like two fat sacks of lard taped to my chest. As I get older, they just get even more gross and saggy.”

“They’re your tits dear. If you’re going to be a slut you need to use the right language.”

“Sorry, of course. My tits.”

“So, what do you think of your daughter’s tits? They are also very large like yours. Are they also ‘two fat sacks of lard'?”

“No of course not. Claire’s tits are very shapely and go well on her figure. They’re beautiful.”

“Indeed, they are. She has a sexy, slutty body just like her mother. And what about your ass?”

A flash of John spreading her ass cheeks. “Um, I don’t think it’s very appealing. Its way too fat like my tits.”

“And your lips?”

“They’re so dry and rough. I certainly wouldn’t want to kiss me.”

“How about your hips and legs?”

“I’m just too fat. I don’t have any nice curves at all.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Clearly there needs to be some adjustments here. Those features I listed are the ones men find most sexually appealing. If you do not have confidence in them then how is a man supposed to lust for you. I want you to realise that you have a body built for sex, but I don’t think you’ll take my word for it, so we’re going to try something else.”

“How so?”

“We’re going to show off your body to the world as much as we can and the responses you get will prove to you that your body is built for sex.”

Lilith considered for a moment before responding. She didn’t like the idea of showing off her old, haggard body to people but something about the doctor felt like all her suggestions would work out for her. “I’d like that.”

“That’s good. So, here’s what I want you to do. From here on I want you to wear nothing more than your sexiest lingerie around the house. This will get you comfortable with showing off more skin in a safe environment.”

“Alright.”

“You have no problem with this?”

“No, I was thinking along these lines before myself. I guess it’s not really a problem if the kids see me naked anymore. Claire’s mature enough to not be phased by it and John’s used to seeing it already.”

The doctor beamed a wide smile. “Very good. Of course, you are free to wear even less if you’d like. It will do great things for your confidence. I want you to do a shakeout of your entire wardrobe. Anything that doesn’t make a man want to bend you down over his desk must go.” A flash of being bent over John’s desk. “You must always be wearing clothes that will **** men to respond to your body because those are the only kind of responses that matter to a slut.”

“Before a woman, I am a slut” Lilith muttered her mantra in agreement. “Women only exist to pleasure men” she reminded herself to append to it.

“Your daughter seems to have a good eye for slutty clothing. I want you to have her take you out to buy your new wardrobe.”

“Claire?” Lilith had tried to ignore it until this point, but she had to admit Claire had started wearing very provocative clothing since she went to college. She supposed the doctor was right in her assessment.

“Yes. I believe it would be a great bonding experience discussing what outfits make you look the most fuckable. I want you to impress on her that you are only to go for the sluttiest outfits.”

“Alright doctor.” Lilith didn’t like the idea of making her daughter buy her slutty clothes, but she supposed it wasn’t anything she didn’t do on her own anyway.

“Very good. Now obviously your new state of dress is going to have an effect on your son. He’s in a particularly hormonal period right now so seeing a beautiful woman like you is bound to get to him. With his current treatment there is no harm in indulging these feelings, so I don’t want you to feel conscious about him looking at you that way. Just like when you shower together its best if you just supress any motherly instincts that tell you this isn’t right. I promise you this is best for both of you. Remember your mantra.”

“Before his mother, I am a slut. Women only exist to pleasure men.”

“Now I want you to really focus on the ways you can act like a slut for him. The ways you speak, the ways you tease with your body. When you notice any spark of sexual interest, I want you to really relish the feeling. Really focus on how John undresses you with his eyes, how his entire attention is centred on your body, how every move you make feeds into your son’s lust, and above all how much that turns you on. That interest will reassure you that you have a body worthy of being a slut.”

“My son?”

“Well, any man of course, but John will be the most readily available. Is that a problem?”

“No, Doctor.”

“It’s a good thing to turn him on. It is good for his treatment. The more he lusts for his mother, the quicker he works through his attraction for you. The more time he’s spends aroused, the healthier his libido. The more times you drive him to masturbate, the more desensitized he becomes to his premature ejaculation.”

“That’s true. It’s a good thing to turn him on.” Lilith thought saying it out loud might make it easier to accept.

“I’m glad you agree. I have some visualisation techniques I would like you to try as well. Every night as you lay falling asleep, I want to do these exercises. I want you to picture your lips, tits, ass and thighs; picture men fawning all over them and you using them to pleasure their cocks. You will find your mind start to wander as you drift off but try to stay focused. If something is on our minds when we fall asleep, our brains tend to process it during those **** hours. Going to bed with such positive imagery will have great effects on your confidence.”

“Thank you, doctor. I’ll try that.”

“Finally, I Have some pills I would like you to start taking. Think of them as a bit of a hormone boost. Among other things they’ll make you boobs a bit firmer, give you more intense orgasms, even help you drop a few pounds. I want you to take two a day.”

“Of course, doctor. That sounds wonderful.”

“That should be enough to cover your confidence issues for now. I want to discuss another issue with you.”

“Go on.” Lilith always found herself hung on the doctor’s every word during these meetings.

“If I may be blunt, how often do you masturbate?”

In any other circumstance she may have been appalled by such a question but she had grown amenable to discussing personal matters with the therapist, and the ever-present thought of her son bending her over was keeping her distracted. “Um, well usually around twice a week but it’s been a little more frequently since I started showering with John.” She blushed. She still didn’t like to admit doing sexual things with John, even if it was for his own good.

“In my discussion with John, he expressed dissatisfaction with having to masturbate frequently for his treatment. He was uncomfortable with you and Claire being aware of him doing it.”

“My darling. He shouldn’t feel uncomfortable about doing something so natural.”

“The issues your family have brought to me are all of a sexual nature. They have been allowed to develop because of a taboo preventing your household from discussing and supporting each other through these issues. Your individual progress is rough because you are all ashamed and scared to draw your issues to each other’s attention. Now that I am aware of this problem, I want to make it our priority to fix it.”

“What are you suggesting, doctor?”

“I would like to push your family to a point where you can be completely open with each other. I want your son to be unashamed of discussing his masturbation treatment with you both. I want your daughter to feel comfortable discussing her sexual issues with you. Do you agree?”

“I would love that doctor, for them both to feel comfortable with me, but what does that have to do with me masturbating?”

“The first step towards achieving that outcome. Your son feels singled out for having to let you both know when he is masturbating. From now on I want you to do the same.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your son will no longer feel alienated in his treatment if he shares the burden with another. It will help him realise that masturbation is not something to be ashamed of if you were so willing to admit that you do it to.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Lilith couldn’t exactly decline it. It would be hypocritical if she expected her son to be fully open with her if she wasn’t willing to offer the same.

“Very good. However, twice a week is not enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“A woman your age should be masturbating twice a day outside of her other sexual activities for optimum mental and sexual health. Twice a week is simply not enough.”

“That can’t be true.”

“Would you like me to show you the accredited studies?”

“No that’s alright. I trust you.” Lilith was shocked to hear she hadn’t been doing it enough all these years. Maybe the reason she didn’t feel good in her own body was because she hadn’t given herself enough attention.

“So I want you masturbate at least twice a day, excluding any times you do while with John, and I want you to tell him whenever you do.”

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

“Now if you really want to break down the walls in communication between you, you might consider telling him what you thought about while you did so afterwards. Just something to consider.”

Lilith didn’t respond. She didn’t like the thought of telling John she thought about him bending her over, then she rebuked herself for imagining she’d masturbate to that.

“The changes we’re going to enact will signal a change in the household dynamic. Your children may start to feel comfortable becoming more open about the subject of sex. Now this next part is very important. No matter how crude, embarrassing or inappropriate their words and actions are over the next few days, you must not reprimand them. They must feel comfortable broaching their own sensitive issue or they will regress back into their walls. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“Are you uncomfortable with this?”

“No, it’s jus-”

“Of course not. You’re a nasty slut that loves talking dirty. Say it!”

“I’m a nasty slut that loves talking dirty!” It was so easy now for Lilith to call herself a slut. She felt a wave of calm at openly admitting it.

“Good girl. Never forget that.” Lilith forgot what she was going to say, too distracted by how good it felt to be called a nasty slut. “If Claire came to confide in you that she had been knocked up in a fraternity gangbang, how would you feel?”

“Mortified. Distraught.”

“Understandable reaction as her mother, but a wrong one. Claire has come to you in trust and you respond with negativity. She is less likely to want to tell you something like this happens. It helps no one to act like a mother in this situation. Remember your mantra.”

“Before a mother, I am a slut.” She had said those words so many times, they dropped unbidden from her lips. “Women only exist to pleasure men.”

“That’s right. In those times its better to listen to your inner slut. She needs positivity, encouragement and advice to reassure her that bringing such topics to you was a wise choice.”

“I couldn’t encourage her to do that.”

“Very hypocritical of you. You are pursuing your womanly instincts of becoming a slut. Does your daughter not have the same right?”

“Well yes but…” She didn’t want to think of her that way. Claire was her sweet, beautiful child.

“Supress your motherly instincts. It is doing your family harm. Remember your mantra.”

“Before a mother, I am a slut. Women only exist to pleasure men.”

“John and Claire are not children anymore. It is no longer your place to guide them down a path of your choosing but help them down the path they choose. If Claire wants to be passed around like a cum rag or John want’s a harem of bimbos to fuck, it is your place to give a smile of encouragement.”

“Before a mother I am a slut. Women only exist to pleasure men.” Repeating her mantra helped calm Lilith’s mind. Even the new words were starting to come easy to her. It was so hard to think straight with the dirty thought of her son swimming in the back of her mind. It felt like everything was changing now and she was in over her head. There was no way she could turn back now. There was no going back to the sweet, innocent family they once were. This was the price of easing her children’s minds and fixing their personal problems. The doctor was the only strand of guidance she had in this new world. She repeated her mantra and tried to drown out all her worries.

“So, take every chance to encourage your kids to talk dirty and engage in adult topics of conversation. That will ensure you break down the walls in communication between you all and you can come together to support one another.”

“Of course, doctor.”

“That covers everything I wanted to discuss about your treatment today. There is one more thing I want to say concerning your son.”

The look on the doctor’s face was serious, leaving Lilith worried about what she was going to say.

“Your son is being blackmailed.”

“He is? No! Why? How?!”

“Earlier this week, a young man was at your home to complete some repairs. He came into the possession of some rather explicit images of you and threatened your son to release them publicly if he did not comply with his demands.”

“What demands?”

“Among other things he demanded that he ensure you were alone at home tomorrow when he returned next. He thought there would be a good chance he could seduce you.”

“I would never sleep with such a despicable man. Why didn’t John tell me?”

“He felt responsible. The pictures the man found were John’s.”

“John had explicit pictures of me?”

“Do you remember that day you blacked out while showering with John? After making sure you were alright, he told me he was overwhelmed by lust while trying to move you and took photos of you **** on the bathroom floor.”

Lilith knew she should have been upset at hearing that but she understood how he could lose control of himself like that, given what he was going through. She just didn’t want to see him controlled by this evil man.

“No, it’s not his fault. I won’t let anyone hurt my darling like that.”

“This could make for a perfect opportunity.”

“How so?”

“This man is expecting to be greeted by a slutty, seductive MILF, which is exactly what you want to become.”

“Are you suggesting I let him have his way?”

“Not at all. I’m suggesting you release your inner slut, lure him in and then humiliate him.”

Lilith was silent for a moment before responding. “Go on.”

“I think the idea speaks for itself. The man thinks he can make his life a porn film so you should use that expectation against him. Play along as a horny slut until he lets his guard down then make him regret ever bothering your family.”

“How do I do that?” Lilith found herself growing excited at getting back at this guy.

“I’ll leave that to your imagination. I have some things that may help you out though.” She pointed down to the bag she had been rummaging through when Lilith came in. She must have already had this thought out by the time she came in. “You can take those with you as a gift. I’m sure you can come up with some way to use them.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

“I put some things in there to help you out with John’s massage as well. So, do you feel confident to seduce him?”

Lilith still wasn’t very confident in her chances but she didn’t want to let the doctor down. “I can do this.”

“I know you can. You’re a sexy, slutty whore and flaunting yourself will come naturally to you.” Lilith was glad to hear the doctor have so much belief in her.

“Alright, we covered a lot this session so I want you to go over everything again in the lobby. Its time I talked to your daughter.”

“Thank you, doctor. I’ll send her in.” Lilith bounced up, grabbing the bag the doctor motioned to and headed to the door, feeling much lighter than when she came in.