You were my parent's marriage counsellor until you seduced my Dad away and became my new Stepmum. You're giving me a therapy session because since you've moved in I've been withdrawn and I don't seem to socialize with anyone, I just hang around the house. You tell me you've noticed me staring at you though and you know what I've been doing late at night and who I'm thinking of when I do it. You tell me I'm just like my Dad, he couldn't take his eyes off you when he first saw you either. You tell me the story of how you became my new Stepmum, how you wanted to steal my Dad away from my Mum so you gave them separate therapy sessions; you would seduce my Dad in his, wearing tight office-style clothes that showed off your amazing body, like what you're wearing now. And in my Mum's sessions, you'd gaslight her, telling her everything was fine and if anything she was the problem. Eventually, you revealed what was happening and you tell me how much fun it was having her find the two of you fucking, ruining their marriage and leaving her penniless. You can see by the small tent in my pants how turned on I am and you order me to jerk off in front of you as you striptease and show me the lingerie you're wearing for him tonight and taunt me with your beautiful face, pretty hair and perfect body. You say how much smaller I am and that a virgin like me will never be a real man like him who can spoil you with his big cock and wallet. How it must be so sad to never be thought of sexually and just be alone with no intimacy. You tell me not to worry though, we'll keep having these "therapy" sessions and at night you're even going to start leaving your bedroom door open so I can hear every moan and creak of the bed as you fuck my Dad's big dick. You count me down and tell me to "be a good boy and cum for Mummy" and when I'm done you order me to eat it up.