Absolute power

Billy knew he was on the spectrum. It didn't bother him really, he much preferred things to people seeing as they didn't pay much attention to him anyway. His issue however, arose when he entered puberty and started gaining an attraction over them, Well...their naked bodies at least, which was why he was spending that Sunday morning on a trip with his mom to the therapist instead of being on his computer looking at more naked people like he normally would.

"Billy, please stop staring."

"Sorry mother." Billy said, not even hiding it as he stated at his mom's chest. It was hard not to, his mother's breasts were large, easily outlined under her thin sweater. It was hard for him to ignore them bobbing up and down with the motions of the car even with the support of a heavy duty bra.

From his raids of the laundry hamper Billy knew his mother's breasts were a size 44DD. That tidbit of information was nowhere near enough to satisfy him however. He wanted to know absolutely everything about his mother's large tits: their firmness, their shape, the size and color of her areolas. Her nipples especially, he liked seeing women with fat suckable ones, though he'd of course settle for indented ones as well.

No matter how his mother's breasts would look, Billy knew he would have to mark it down. All the sexual data that he recorded he kept in a spreadsheet on his phone, along with photo references for personal viewing. The vast majority of his data this far consisted of random porn stars. The remainder were his family members, though he could see even that was far too empty, just some picks of bras and underwear, from that at least he could deduce his mom had some bush and his sister Emma was clean shaven.

It wasn't long before the car pulled up to the parking lot and they entered inside the building. As soon as they entered Billy was quick to scan the room over, seeing just empty chairs and a table with magazines that held nothing of interest for him. It wasn't until his eyes locked on the pretty brunette receptionist with a camisole top that he suddenly had the sexual urge again, struggling to stop his pants from growing tight as his mom spoke briefly and announced their appointment time.

"Please have a seat, he'll be right with you."

Thankfully it wasn't a long wait. The therapist was younger than Billy expected from the movies, possibly in his late 30's, handsome, with short brown hair and a steady demeanor.

"And you must be Billy, nice to meet you." He offered his hand and smiled. Billy reached out and shook his hand, his head dipping down low and out of eye contact.

Many would think he was just acting shy. For Billy it was all a ruse as he was free to glance over and notice the subtle bulge at the front of the therapists dress pants. Was he naturally endowed? Or perhaps in a partially erect state? he was fortunate his mother didn't know he was obsessed with penises too. Billy felt disappointed that he likely wouldn't get the chance to find out.

His mother waited outside as the therapist led him Inside the office. It was closer to what he had expected as he sat on the leather couch opposite the therapists chair.

"Now Billy, I'd like to ask you some questions. Get to know you better." The therapist stated.