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Parental Guidance (Omako & Celebstars)

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"Ah yes, come in, Ms. Bell. Have a seat and we'll get to your appointment matter immediately." Therapist Alexander Brooks welcomed the actress into his office, beckoning her to have a seat on the couch.

"I understand you and your son have been facing some stressful times at home since a recent divorce. What kind of issues have you been noticing, whether for yourself or in your son?"

While he did have a full understanding of the human mind and his ideas were indeed effective solutions, they admittedly were subject to either his bias or somewhat dark, twisted desires.
 
When she walked in, she went over to the therapist, shaking his hand with her soft gentle palm before taking a seat on the large black leather couch. Crossing her leg over the other, her black trousers tightened along the thigh with her hands resting in her lap. Shaking her head, her long blonde ponytail fell over the front of her shoulder and rested along her chest.

"Yes, I got divorced two months ago and...well we are coping without him. I say we are, I actually mean I am. My son doesn't seem to be. I understand that he feels like he has lost his father, but he can still see him when he wants." Looking down at her black sweater, she saw a loose hair and used her acrylic nails to pinch it off. "As for myself, I'm glad he is out of my life, I'm upset that I have lost a husband, but it was his own fault."
 
He shook her hand as she had a seat and explained her situation. He pondered how he could make this work for his fantasies as well as her needs.

"I see. It's rather typical for children to take a divorce harder than the spouse, especially with biological parents. If I may ask, how old is your son? Also, if I may ask, what are you most upset about at the end of your marriage and loss of a husband? I need you to tell me everything that explicitly comes to mind, or any signs of stress you may have noticed. You have patient confidentiality, and no information will leave this room without explicit permission, so no matter how small or embarrassing, you should tell me."

He took out his notepad so he could keep track of her statements.
 
Placing a finger on her lips, she was making sure there was still gloss on them. She hated it when it smudged, meaning she would need to apply more. "He is sixteen, so old enough to know the world isn't over" Her eyes opened wider and her head shook, saying it like it was obvious. Kristen didn't seem like the most loving parent, more interested in her look and fashion as well as fame.

"Most upset about?" Tilting her head, she found it a very good question. "Maybe because I'm divorced? Doesn't sound great does it? Who would want to be with a divorced woman? Everyone knows you aren't good at relationships?" Her responses weren't nice, more arrogant. "Oh I have noticed stress. I think I got a wrinkle by my eye, I'm only in my thirties." Pointing to her skin, she gently caressed it.

Taking a huge breath of air she was displaying why she was divorced in the first place. Who would want to be with her with an attitude like that.
 
"I see. I think your stress and wrinkles are the result of your need to feel desired. Since you husband left, you're worried people won't want something he didn't. Your son may be internalizing his own stress in an effort to appear more mature, but it could hinder his psychological growth."

This woman seemed rather arrogant, but not the brightest bulb in the box either. Time to do her son a little favor.

"Ms. Bell, I need to ask you two very personal questions before I can come to any conclusion. Can you describe how active a sex life you had, both before and since your marriage? Also, do you know if your son is sexually active at all?"
 
Moving her head, she squinted her eyes at him. Kristen was fine with telling him about her sexual life, although she wasn't sure why he wanted to know her son's. "Mine?" Pointing to her chest. "It was good, was great before marriage and during, although towards the end it fizzled out. But that happens. As for my son? I don't think he has any life sexually."

Kristen then changed the subject, going back to her. "It really does harm my appearance. If I don't look good then I won't get employed to be in anymore films or TV shows. I was thinking of taking a holiday, get away from it all. Don't you think that would be a good idea? I can just relax in the sun and forget everyone."

Closing her eyes, she could imagine herself on the beach. It was a match made in heaven. Sadly, she was brought back to reality in the office.
 
"I see. I think your lack of sexual satisfaction and the resulting stress is causing a hormonal imbalance in your head. You certainly would benefit from a vacation on the stress front, but unless you find sexual satisfaction, your problems will resurface eventually. As for your son, I imagine he's curious and in the dark about sex, and with the divorce, he's lost the parental figure he was most likely to be educated by. It could hinder his own maturation mentally, maybe even physically."

He figured she wouldn't be the most concerned about how it would affect her son on that level, but he figured she'd be concerned about how such a child would affect her own reputation.

"So, what you need to do is find some way to teach your son about sex, and you also need to find some form of sexual gratification yourself. I have a few possible solutions in mind, but can you think of any yourself, first?"

He wanted to see if she'd come to the conclusion he had in mind before he had to spell it out for her.
 
A huge smile came over her when he agreed that a vacation would benefit her, although it didn't seem to be a long term healing process. "You think I need to have sex? Lack of it is causing the wrinkles?" Holding her skin near her eye again she looked worried before he spoke of her son again. Huffing she rolled her eyes in disappointment. "So? He will just learn it at school, from his friends?" Opening her hands up, she didn't know what he was getting at, not even realising it would make her a bad mother if he was hindered.

"So I need sex, he needs to be taught it, yeah yeah...do you think you could maybe sign me off sick? Maybe with depression? Are you qualified to do that? You can have a medical opinion? You see I signed a contract for a new show but I really want to sun myself. If I break the contract then I lose money."

Rubbing her arms, she could see an orange glow appearing, her imagination running wild. Instead of a tan, she really needed a telling off.
 
"Listen, Ma'am. If your son doesn't get some kind of sexual experience soon, he could mentally deteriorate to the point of true mental illness. Not only would it scar him for life and severely damage his future, your responsibility as his parent would leave you responsible. It'd be all over the news. Your son is unfortunately not experienced enough to seek a sexual partner of his own, so you're the only one who can teach him."

He slammed his hands on the desk for emphasis as he got to the next point.

"You've ignored your son for so long to focus on your career, now you need to take responsibility and teach him about sexual relationships yourself before he's permanently damaged. I can write you out sick, but only to take care of your son, not simply to take a vacation. I'm going to give you a month to make some progress. Attending your jobs will be optional, but if you're documented anywhere without your son, I'll have you placed under house-arrest for neglectful parenting. When the month is up, I will interview your son, and if he shows signs of sexual regression or mental unwellness, I will have you held responsible for it and barred from work and direct control of your assets until he improves."

In short, he told her that if her son wasn't a sex expert in one month because of her, she'd be out of work and unable to support her glamorous life-style.

"You're the only one who decides where things go from here. It's your choice now, Ms. Bell."
 
His outburst sent shivers down her spine. Kristen wasn't expecting anything like that and froze in her spot, resting back against the leather sofa. Her eyes were wide in shock, hearing his tone of voice and the slamming down of his desk. "Ok...I've...I've got it" she insisted, gulping and rubbing her legs with her hands. "So I have to find him a sexual partner? Get him laid? Otherwise he will get a mental illness?"

Scratching her head, feeling uneasy in front of the man, she noticed he said she had to teach him. "How do I teach him? Show him pictures of women and stuff?" Kristen was very clueless, he would need to spell it out for her simple.

"By the way, I can still take the vacation and bring him with me right? It would be good for him, getting the sun to, and there will be girls in their bikinis for him to." Nodding her head, she hoped he would at least sanction that move.
 
"I apologize for snapping at you, but I had to be sure you were paying attention to my point. Yes, I can permit a vacation if you bring him with you and keep him with you at ALL times. I know it may seem a bit wrong, but even leaving him out of your sight for long enough to shower or change clothes cannot be permitted, lest you or he wander away from each other even by mistake."

He sat down, donning a stoic, professional face again as she seemed to still be contemplating ways to teach him.

"The reality is that he's inexperienced, and you're a sexually experienced woman, and the only one he'd be able to learn from right now. You may have to directly teach and take part in the activity to be sure he understands. It's unorthodox, but having sex with him to teach him would not only ensure he learns it well, but it would satisfy your sexual needs as well."

He took out some slips to fill out for her, such as her allowance to leave her current contractual role for the vacation on the condition she took her son.

"Obviously you can't immediately begin with having sex. You'll need to wean him into it first. Dressing more liberally, expressing innuendos of sexual interest, letting him 'accidentally' see you naked, before you begin the true act."
 
She was pleased, he would sign the document, she would be in Hawaii, maybe Ibiza, or the Caribbean soaking up the sun. She couldn't care if her son was with her or not, she was getting the vacation she needed. Kristen was very pleased with herself, he apologised for snapping at her, but hearing what he said, the woman jumped up from her seat, her hands on her hips. "You didn't just say what I think you did right?" Grinning, it turned in to a laugh. "Have sex with him? You can't be serious?!" The anger slowly mellowed. "Or are you?" Knitting her eyebrows together she heard him mention satisfying her needs to. "He is going to help me stay calm and less stressed?"

Kristen was still standing, she was stuck for words. Her instincts were telling her no, but she couldn't argue with him, he had just threatened her if she didn't do anything.

"Wean him in to it? Seduce him?"
 
"The fact of the matter is, this solution would be beneficial to solving both of your problems. It would be the least disruptive to your vacation seeking, he'd find the relief and learning he'd need, and everything would continue as normal. I assure you, it's much more normal than you think. I see mother's all the time who come up with the solution themselves. Children in Hollywood families grow up with little education, they agree to do this with their parents to relieve the stress of both parties. Some of today's biggest actors do it even, though I cannot disclose who."

He had to make sure she really would do it of her own accord.

"Essentially. He needs to be made to view you as a sexual being rather than simply a maternal one for it to work."
 
Kristen knew he had other celebrity clients, but didn't know any of them did this. "Others have done it to?" Slowly seating herself back down on the sofa the sexy blonde composed herself. "I need to make him think I am a sexual being, not a maternal one" nodding her head, she repeated it out loud before continuing it in her head. Rubbing her legs again with her hands she thought of the vacation. "Well he would be seeing me in a bikini on vacation, that's good right?" The arrogant attitude of hers was gone, Kristen was focused on her son.

"I'm sorry if I come across as self-centred. I don't mean to be. Of course I care about my son, I don't want him to be mentally ill. But he is a young adult now isn't he? He has to start helping himself more?" What she said was true, but it had nothing to do with the task she was given.

"But anyway, he can see me on vacation?" The girl was about to mention another woman he could have, but she remembered that with her doing the deed it helped her own needs.
 
"The bikini is certainly a good start, but you should be willing to do more than simply wear it. You have to make sure that you truly display yourself in doing so, bending over, showing your cleavage. Don't just let him look, but show him as well."

He was glad to hear her sound a bit more concerned.

"I understand. You came to me to discuss your own problems, but you have a responsibility to him as his mother as well, and whether you realize it or not, his well being can affect your stress situation as well. You're right that he's a young adult, but it's the job of his parents to make sure that he can stand on his own and help himself when he reaches that point."

"He should see you quite often during the vacation. You'd be in a different environment, free of any paparazzi or acquaintances that would cause him nervousness. It's in your best interest to seduce him then. I'll grant you an allowance to buy provocative swimwear and lingerie if you wish."
 
He was being really serious with her, even allowing some allowance to pay for lingerie or swimwear. "It's fine, I don't need the cash. I can buy some myself." He set the scene nicely for her, it was the best time to do it on vacation with the privacy. "Is there anything else?" Kristen looked at the gold watch on her wrist. It had some bracelets on to, which she lowered down her arm to read the time. "I didn't think the session would last this long, I have a meeting to go to."

Standing up, she knew she was being a little abrupt, but it wasn't intentional. Walking over to his desk Kristen asked for the note. "I think Hawaii sounds nice don't you?" A grin coming over her face. But it was much more genuine than the one before.
 
"Hawaii will do just fine, though I believe some sites like Ibiza host clothing-optional beaches. Much better for even tanning, swimming, and your responsibility." He handed her the forms to turn over to the heads for the role she'd signed on for.

"I believe we've covered everything. I look forward to hearing from you next month, hopefully with good news. I suggest you check the internet history on any computers in your house, to find out what your son likes, in case it's of any use. For now though, go take care of matters at your meeting."
 
Kristen left his office, making another appointment to see him in a month's time. She rang up her agent when she was out of the building and on the street. Telling her the details, her agent said she would sort it, providing the note was faxed over as evidence. It seemed like luck was on her side, now not having to attend any meeting.

Going back home to her rather large house, the blonde walked in and dropped her keys in a dish before shouting for her son. Kristen wasn't the type to go chasing after him, he was either out or didn't want to see her. Either way, her yell was loud enough for him to hear if he was in the house, so she just went in to the kitchen and started to look for a holiday destination. Ibiza did sound fun, she could certainly have a good party. But remembering her son would tag along made it seem worthless. Nevertheless, she searched the internet and bought two tickets.
 
Robert was upstairs, jerking with a pair of panties he'd taken from his Mom's basket. He was just about to cum when he heard his Mom shout for him. Startled for a second, he was relieved to realize she was just calling him from another room. Stashing the soiled underwear for now, he opened the door and headed downstairs, finding his Mom sitting in the living room on her laptop.

"Hey Mom. How'd the session with the therapist go? Did he approve your idea for time off?" He had a seat on a chair opposite her, watching her as he waited for her response.
 
"Hey, I didn't know you were in. Yeah he did isn't it great? He said I should take you to, so your coming in holiday with me. You had better start packing though, we leave tomorrow." Smiling, she clapped her hands together, congratulating herself like she had won a prize. Her smiles soon turned sour as she remembered why she had to take him. Looking at her boy, she didn't know how to tell him what she had to do. Of course from her point of view, she would imagine he would hate it, think it was wrong and want to disown her from his life. Kristen had to use this idea carefully, not allowing him to become suspicious.

"I will be in a bikini, I love them." Trying to see his reaction, she hoped it would be a good one. It would make her life so much easier if it was.
 
He stopped short for half a second at the comment, making sure he heard her right, then awkwardly tried to give a response to make sense of his hesitance.

"I'll be sure to pack extra sunblock then. Can't let my poor mother get burned."

He went back upstairs before he had the chance to do anything else awkward. Packing, he took a couple pairs of trunks with his clothes, toiletries, a book or two, his handheld game system, and all the other essentials like wallet, phone, etc. Then, he remembered the underwear he'd snatched from his Mom's basket. He couldn't leave it there while they were on vacation. Then he had an idea. She probably had more than one pair that resembled the set he'd taken. He could rinse it off to take the edge off, then slip it in with her laundry on the vacation, she'd never know. Pushing that plan aside to deal with later, he set his packed things just outside his door, heading back downstairs to the living room.

"So, where were you thinking of going?" He knew his mother loved the sun and beach, but that still left more than a few destinations.
 
When he was gone, she thought of many circumstances to herself. He could put sunblock on her, would certainly make her life easier, especially on her back. This wasn't going to be a holiday from hell. If anything it was going to be great. After he arrived she said, "Hawaii, it will be brilliant." Shutting her laptop down, Kirsten had printed off her receipt, collecting the tickets at the airport given the short timing. "Right, I need to pack now, then it's straight off to the airport."

Walking past him, it was her turn to go in to her room, getting a case and throwing clothes in. She made sure all of her best bikinis were in there as well as some dresses and shorts. A book she had just started reading joined the queue and so did her makeup bag. This was going to be a great holiday she thought, forgetting about her son for another moment.
 
While his mother went upstairs to pack her things, Rob decided to get started on dinner, heading into the kitchen to decide what to make while he thought things over. A vacation in Hawaii with his mother sounded wonderful. He didn't see his mother all that often with how much she threw herself into her work, so spending some time with her would be nice, especially since his father had left and he didn't see him nearly as often.

He decided to make a roast chicken recipe he'd been given recently, quickly seasoning some cuts in the fridge before putting them to cook in the oven. Once he was done, he set the table and waited for his Mother to come back and join him.
 
After zipping up her case, she could smell food being cooked downstairs. It made her tummy rumble with hunger so she left her room and went down the staircase. "Your cooking? You can cook?" Being selfish made her unaware of her son's hidden talents. After leaving the final step she walked around and saw the table set. "Here, it needs some flowers" taking a vase she put it in the centre and then lit some candles. Remembering what the therapist said, she tried to implement small details, gradually building him up to her needs. That is what she thought anyway.

"It's almost like a romantic meal for two isn't it." Smiling eagerly she had no idea he already liked her and was using her panties.
 
It didn't surprise him that his mother didn't know this particular skill of his. He'd only started taking cooking classes in school, so he hadn't been practicing it much at home yet. He just smiled and responded as she came into the kitchen. "Yeah, I can cook a bit." She set the flowers and candles on the table. He had to admit, they did leave a nice atmosphere, though he was curious why she wanted candles when there was still light in the kitchen. Nonetheless, he brought the finished food over, serving her first before having a seat himself across the table. She'd "unwittingly" made a romance setting, he might as well allow a little fantasy.

"I guess it is, in a way." He smiled back to her, admiring her pretty face from across the table while they ate a bit.
 
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