The appointment flew by with little conversation. The next sessions were similar. Polite, distant conversation about the weather, local sports teams...and little else. I thought as though I must have imagined that we felt something for one another.I abandoned my lesbian fantasies and concentrated on trying to arouse some passion in my increasingly distant husband. I had eagerly anticipated showing off my hairless pussy to him. He was delighted to say the least and our sex like improved. Then I got Mrs Smith on to all fours and started ramming her hard, doggy-style. When her orgasm hit, she was loudly grunting and moaning, but I heard some other, weird sounds as well.Then we all smelled it.Mr Smith, still lying on his side, was making these hideous noises as he repeatedly vomited up on the bedroom carpet. He was still out could, but a lake of puke was accumulating next to his head."I'm really sorry about this, " Mrs Smith said. "But I better take care of this and get him. Once his back hit the wall, he seemed to come alive and began to take charge. He reached down and opened up his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers in one rough move. His fat, cut cock popped out of its cage and stood at attention. It was beautiful; at least 8” and fat with a big mushroom head. He pushed down on my shoulders, and I went down on my knees. I went “down” without too much persuasion and was suddenly staring right at that daddy dick. As I opened my mouth, he slid it. He didn't want to see a therapist, but he didn't really think he would have to. After seeing his mother, he knew what he was going to do.Caroline got ready for bed with a feeling of despair. She'd eaten her dinner alone, and sat listlessly staring at a book without reading it. Another glass of brandy had made her feel dizzy, but hadn't eased her inner turmoil. The shock of seeing her children fucking -- she made herself think the words with brutal honesty -- had affected her; but even worse was.