Therapy Sessions (Celebstars & Okabe)

Hayley dashed from the train station as she was running late for a meeting. The mother was attending a session she had booked at the last minute, setting her back £1000 but it was money she had so it wasn't a problem.

After running on to the street she managed to rush to the office building and signed herself in with reception with a gush of breath. Her long blonde hair looked messy because of her running and she straightened it out the best she could without looking at it in the mirror.

The mother, with her curvy shape, sat on a chair and crossed one leg over the other, she was wearing black jeans and a red sweater with a white collar. She had managed to change from her dress which she wore at work presenting the news.

Checking the time on her silver watch, she was just in time and knew she would be called any moment.

The reason for her being here was because of what she found. While at home, she went in to her son's room to place his clothes in to his drawers only to find a pair of her panties there. It freaked her out and caught her by surprise.

Will was at his desk, waiting for the last client to arrive. She had booked the session early this morning, which was unusual, as there was a huge waiting list, and one could wait months before getting an appointment. But it was a well known woman, the one who presented the 8 a.m news on TV. He knew that the celebrities he helped were the best advertisement for his cabinet, so he accepted, even if that meant working late. He was sure it would be a boring, menial thing . Maybe he could get her to come back several times and win even more money.

He thought badly of all his patient’s problems anyway. He, Dr William Franklin, was a genius in his field, responsible for several ground breaking discoveries in psychology during the 80s. But then he decided to stop his research, to opên a cabinet in one of the country’s most affluent towns so his renown could make him rich. But he soon realised what that meant. Everybody would pay fortunes to see one of the country’s best specialists, but all their problems were... boring. So he lost passion for his job, and started only that for money, even if he never lost hope that one day something interesting would happen, and the young genius inside him would awake.

Lost in his thoughts, he did not realise that it was already time for him to see the next patient. He called his secretary, and told her that he was ready. The small blonde went into the waiting room and called for Hayley ,

« Ms Mcqueen ? The Dr Franklin is ready to talk to you, please follow me » She guided her to his office. It was richly decorated, and proudly showed every degree and award the Dr received, and that was a lot. The quite heavy man - food was a good way to get over ennui - rose to shake Hayley's hand.

« I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs Mcqueen. Why do you need me today ? »

When the secretary came over to greet Hayley, the woman stood up, smiling with her glossy lips before following her towards the office of the man she would be seeing.

Upon walking through the door, Hayley saw the office which was quite spacious. There was a sofa planted in the middle of the room, it was white and made of leather and had four wooden legs to stand on. After going over to shake the man's hand, she went over to the patient's sofa and sat her firm ass on it. If she chose to, she could have laid on it but sat up with her back straight.

"Lovely to meet you to" she offered. His question after made her get straight to the point of her need for an appointment.

"Well Dr Franklin, I am here because of my son, he is a good kid, he is fifteen, does very well in school." She was already stalling, clearly embarrassed about what she was going to say and tried to paint a good picture of her child.

"I found my underwear in my son's room and wanted to seek some guidance about it, or to talk about it, to get someone else's view on it without being judged."

I noticed he wakes up late in the mornings and I see a strong bulge in his underwear.
I fully understand that young boys experiment during these young yrs, but he seems to be masturbating quite a bit. I don't say anything to him, however- its so obvious!
Yesterday I accidentally had a glimpse of him as he walked out of the shower down the hall...going quickly to his room without any clothes on.
I was very surprised to see that his penis was rather small for his age and almost no pubic hair was present!
I have to admit that I smiled to myself because I guess I still see him as "my little boy" Joey. I call him that a lot...he doesn't mind.
We have always been close and I enjoy watching him grow over the years.

I question doctor is this, "Do you feel it would be advisable that I supervise his masturbation habits so I could oversee his development?" I must admit this is highly embarrassing to me as well as it would be for him- but I personally feel I need to curb his actions!
What shall I do doctor????