is a disorder of neural development characterized by impaired social interaction and verbal and non-verbal communication along with restricted or repetitive behaviors.
The most common three recognized disorders in the autism spectrum are acute autism, Asperger syndrome (AS
), and Pervasive developmental disorder not otherwise specified (PDD-NOS
It was five 'o clock on a mild Thursday evening as Dr. Tisha Andrews sat in her office at Northwest Human Services
listening to sixteen year old, Jason Knight, who lay on her couch telling her about his day and week so far. Jason had a mild case of Asperger syndrome. The case was mild, but Jason showed all the classic signs; non-verbal behaviors in the areas of eye contact (looking away when speaking to people), posture (slouching), etc. Jason had been seeing Dr. Andrews for about a year now. Their therapy sessions always began with Jason talking about his week and Dr. Andrews taking it from there, but since Jason turned eighteen, the topic for the past few months had been the same and that was Jason's love life. Well, really it was about his lack of one. It's hard for people with autism of any kind to form strong bonds with others, especially in the romantic sense.
"I still don't think Monique likes me though," Jason said in the description of his week talking about his crush, but Tisha noticed he wasn't giving her eye contact and stopped his long speech.
"Look at me, Jason." She pointed to her face and when Jason's brown eyes met hers, she nodded for him to continue.
"Monique's not like most of the girls at school, Doc."
"There's a lot of girls that are just- -" Jason put a hand up to make air quotes. "- -Giving it up
and I could mess with those kind of chicks, but that's not what I want."
"So you want a relationship with Monique?"
Jason's cheeks darkened and he looked away at the word relationship
"Uh-uh Jason," Tisha said placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look at me."
Jason turned back to her. "Sorry."
Tisha smiled. "It's okay. I know taking about this sort of thing can make one nervous."
"Speaking of being nervous, why the hell does this boy making me so nervous?" The doctor asked herself inwardly, but she already knew the answer to her question.
The truth of the matter was that in the year she'd begun counseling Jason, Tisha had broken the number one rule of being a therapist. She'd become emotional attached to her young client and to make matters worse, she was attracted to him as well. Tisha was thirty-two years old and was capable of getting any man she wanted, but instead she wanted a high school senior that could be her son (if she had one). Every time Jason lay down on her couch she fought the urge to lose control, jump all over him, and give him the pussy he'd been making wet for the longest. Jason was 6’0 and 185lbs of bronze skinned muscle with short clean cut hair. His shyness (even though it was a symptom of his autism) made him so cute. Plus long ago, they'd established that Jason wasn't a virgin and by the bugles in his pants that Tisha noticed from time to time, she knew he was working with a big stick
. Shit, during their sessions Tisha had to deal with erotic daydreams of them as Jason talked to her. Plain and simple, she wanted to fuck one of her clients and that was as taboo as it could get. Luckily for her, six 'o clock rolled around quick and the session was over.
"Well, it's six, so I guess our time's up. It always seems to go by real fast," Jason said timidly as he liked therapy and didn't really want to stop talking.
Tisha stood up with Jason and they shook hands. "Yes. Yes, it does. Same time next week?"
Jason gave her a smile, "You know it."
Jason grabbed the doorknob to leave, but stopped suddenly. He turned around looking towards the ground.
"I'm not on the ground, Jason. Eye contact, remember?"
"Oh yeah, right," He said looking his doctor. You know, um, I really appreciate you talking with me and all."
His words made her heart and her pussy melt, but all she wanted to do was get Jason out of the room before she did something she would regret.
"I'll see you next week, Jason."
"Thanks Dr. Andrews," Jason said before finally leaving causing Tisha to give a sigh of relief.
Jason had her panties dripping by this point. Thank God he was her last session, so she could go home, but Tisha knew when she got there; the first thing she was going to do was quell the carnal ache between her legs. Unbeknownst to her, however, Jason was hurrying home to do the exact same thing.
Jason made it home around 6:45pm and headed straight for his room. Dinner was ready for him when he got there, but he was so horny that his dick was hurting. He needed to bust a nut and as soon as possible. Sprawled out on his bed, Jason started pleasing himself while thinking of his therapist. Dr. Andrews was scorching hot and today was no exception. She wore her typical square-shaped glasses and had on black dress pants, a cream-colored blouse, and black jacket to match her pants. Dr. Andrews was a goddess dipped in milk chocolate with DD cup tits and a round, plump ass that went on for days. What did it for Jason personally was how she carried herself though. Dr. Andrews was sexy in that classy, sophisticated way. He'd had a crush on her since he first saw her on his first day of therapy a year ago.
Jason continued to stroke, making his cock grow to a nine inch erection that was ready to bust at any moment. Pre-cum seeped from the tip of his manhood and he spread it all over the head for lubrication along with the lotion he was already using. He started off with a slow stroke, but he was moving faster now as he thought of Dr. Andrews. Jason stroked harder and faster as the pace grew even faster and faster until his body started to contort and suddenly spurted out his seed in an extraordinary orgasm. After cleaning up himself, Jason joined his mother in the kitchen to enjoy the dinner he pasted up when he got home.
"Hey baby . . . you okay?" his mother asked as he sat down. "Dinner's been ready for a good fifteen minutes now."
"Oh, I just needed to finish some homework real quick. No big thing."
"How was therapy today?"
"Good, good. Dr. Andrews always has the right thing to say."
"So, do you know what going to do about that Monique girl?"
Jason smiled, "No, but I think I've found someone better than her, Ma."
"Do tell, who’s this girl that's got my baby smiling wide?"
"Uh-uh, I wanna see if she likes me first, Ma."
"And do you think she likes you back?"
"I don't know, but all I know is I like her
, so it's a leap, but I'm gonna tell her how I feel."
"Okay, but if she doesn't like me back . . . just remember; there's more fish out in the sea."
Jason's mother left him in the kitchen with his dinner and his thoughts. He was very vague with his mother in their conversation because of who he was talking about. He made seem like he was talking about schoolmate, but in actuality he was talking about his therapist. Jason liked Dr. Andrews a lot and was tired of holding his feelings in all because of fear of her reaction, but he had to be smart about this whole thing. He had a whole week to figure out what to say and how to approach her. Jason was taking a big leap though he just didn't know where he was going to land.
That Thursday to the next Thursday came quickly and Jason found himself standing at Dr. Andrews' office door. He was ten minutes early and a little nervous, but he shook the feelings off. He was here and there was no turning around, no going back. Jason couldn't hear any conversation on the other side and gave the door a strong knock.
Tisha was applying some make-up when someone knocked on her door. Well, not someone
since her last session ended early she knew it had to be Jason. Just knowing he was on the other side of her door made her shudder. She wore a short sleeved white button-up shirt with black slacks today and as she went to open the door, Tisha unconsciously undid the top few buttons on her shirt exposing some cleavage.
"Jason," She asked after opening her door. "You're a bit early. Is everything okay?"
"I just wanted say 'thank you' for all your help. Um, I think I've had a breakthrough."
Tisha couldn't help, but give a suspicious grin. Jason was talking about a breakthrough which took time and since they'd been talking about his relationship woes, Jason was far from a breakthrough.
"A breakthrough . . . that's great, but in a week?"
"And remember . . . look at me, Jason." She added.
Jason looked her straight in the face. "Well, I just came to realize that I don't like Monique as much as I thought I did. . ."
He paused to step right into her personal space, ". . . And what I want in a female has been right in front of me this whole time."
Tisha couldn't say she wasn't shocked by this as Jason began caressing her left arm with his fingers. This was what she wanted, but with her desires staring her in the face, she truly didn't know how to react. Denial was her best bet. Deny the attraction and let Jason down about them being together or doing anything together was wrong than send him home.
"Um Jason . . . it's not unusual for patients to be attracted to their therapist, but. . ."
Tisha's words were halted by Jason's lips latching on to hers. His lips soft, sweet, and it felt like she was walking on air, but this whole moment was so unethical. It was downright sinful. Tisha regained some of her sanity and broke the kiss. There was a moment of hesitation before she chose to speak again though she didn't get a chance to as Jason spoke first.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry," Jason cried. "I didn't mean to- -I think I should go."
Jason turned to leave, but Tisha couldn't let him leave at this point. He'd just kissed her and they definitely needed to talk. She grabbed his hand from behind just as his hand touched the doorknob.
"No, don't go, sweetie. Let's talk about this."
Jason turned away with a few tears in his eyes, "I can't just talk to you after that, Dr. Andrews. 'Cause after that there's only one thing on my mind."
Tisha's eyes veered down to her client's crotch to find the wooded soldier in his pants standing at attention. The sight made her a bit flustered and her womanly juices trickle from her love core. Jason lost control of his feelings as soon as he came in and now his therapist was reaching the breaking point on her own. It was getting harder to act professional, so Dr. Andrews stopped trying. Being professional wasn't going help either of them at the moment, so it was time just to be real.
"I see. Well, how about we break therapist/client mode and be real, huh?"
Jason bit his lip, "As you can see I'm dealing with a hard-on here."
"So how about we not waste it, Jason." Dr. Andrews said leaving Jason with his mouth hanging open. Had he heard her right?
"You're not the only one here who's been dealing with mixed feelings." She continued, reaching out and rubbing on her client's manhood. "Ahh, I've wanted you for quite some time too, Jason."
"So . . . what should we do?" Jason asked nervously.
Dr. Andrews gave a sexy smirk, "We could start by kissing again."
Therapist and client kissed again, but when their lips parted, the therapist moved to her client's neck, licking from his neck to his ears. As she did this, Jason moaned just a little to let Dr. Andrews know he liked what she was doing. Jason undid the buttons on his therapist's shirt and raised the red lace bra she wore from the bottom so that her round, beautiful breasts could fall from the cups. While sucking on her right nipple, he gently squeezed the left one. Every so often Jason flicked his tongue over her nipple, just teasing it before sucking on it again. Dr. Andrews began to moan as he kissed and sucked on her breasts and neck. Jason was in full control of the situation, but the older person in the equation took it from him.
"Slow down, baby. I'm not going anywhere and this isn't a dream."
Tisha caressed Jason for a minute before taking off his shirt, revealing the muscular frame she only could envision until this moment. She ran her hands down Jason's chest to his cock that was desperately trying to get of the teen's jeans. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped the jeans, letting them fall around his ankles. The two kissed some more as Jason stepped out of them and his boxers came away from him. Tisha stroked his dick as the kiss intensified getting it nice and hard for her pussy. Wetness was soaking her panties as she watched her patient's member grow. She knew Jason was packing down there, but not like what she was holding in her hand at the moment. Jason was nine inches long, three inches around, and thick like a baby bottle. As wrong as this encounter was, she knew the dick was going to feel so right inside her.
"Mmmm, I see you're good and ready to go." Tisha said finished toying with him and both knew what was up next.
Dr. Andrews strolled sexily away from her patient and bent over her desk, her ass perched high in the air. First, her slacks came off followed by red underwear, her glistening, dripping exposed for Jason to see.
"Damn, you've got a pretty pussy," Jason said, looking in pure amazement.
Dr. Andrews smirked and challenged, "I know, but are you going to just stand there or come get it?"
Up for the challenge, Jason quickly made his over to the desk and knelt down. As much as he wanted to give Dr. Andrews the dick, after seeing her coochie he just had to taste it. Jason's tongue lashed his therapist's womanhood like he was licking an ice cream cone and she tasted so sweet. Tisha smiled gleefully as Jason took his time eating her out. Every time he would suck on her clit, she'd arch her back and moan.
"Eat this pussy, baby!" She yelled getting more and more into it by the second.
She grabbed the back of Jason's head and pulled him further into her pussy. Jason started short sucking her clit a little before standing up behind her.
Jason licked his lips, "Damn, you taste so good, Dr. Andrews."
Tisha smiled. "I know, but why don't you give me that dick?"
At her words, Jason teasingly pushed himself inch by inch into his therapist. He sighed, enjoying that first moment inside her before proceeding to blow her back out with his thrust. Jason thrust in again and again, hammering into Dr. Andrews hard, fast and relentless; driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her with each frantic jab. Tisha moaned and writhed in front him, her fluids pouring out onto his rampaging cock, searing him with their heat. Her pussy gripped him like a vice. The doctor was tight, but soft as a feather filled with liquid heat. His manhood hit bottom, making Tisha cry out as she arched her back, threw her hair over her shoulder, and looked back with lust in her eyes.
"Mmm! Yes, yes . . . give me that dick, baby," the doctor moaned loudly.
Jason slowed his stroke a bit at her tone. It was 6:30pm and the building closed at seven 'o clock though he didn't know how many people were still there, but he grimaced in pleasure and complied. Jason's cock was like a piston moving in and out of her gushing pussy, slamming into her again and again as Tisha's thighs shook and her shoulders jumped. The chair creaked with every thrust of their bodies, and Jason briefly wondered if they might break it. Dr. Andrews reached down between them, grazing her clit with her fingertips before reaching further to catch and cup his balls. She squeezed and kneaded them gently, urging their precious load along.
"Ahh, you gonna cum for me, Jason?" Tisha moaned backing up on his manhood, creating their rhythm.
"Yeah, yeah. . . . this nut's just for you, Doc." Jason said hitching his hips a little and his cock hammered against her g-spot hard,
making her scream.
"Ooooh! Get it, baby . . . get this pussy, sweetie." Tisha moaned urging him on.
Tisha's breath came in ragged gasps. She couldn't speak, but she moaned and grunted repeatedly as her big tits swayed beneath her, swinging freely back and forth as her son pounded her for all he was worth. Tisha felt the first fluttering fingers of orgasm beginning deep within her sodden vagina. Jason's thick cock plundered her depths, hammering against the sensitive flesh at the roof of her womb, grazing her g-spot every time it sawed in and out. The pleasure was intense, focused, and building to a momentous orgasm.
Grunting, sweating, heaving himself against her, a wave of pleasure washed over Jason.
"Oh, fuck, Doc!" He grunted. "I'm gonna cum! Shit, I feel it coming!"
"Mmm, you feel it, baby? Why don't you cum for me?"
Their rhythm grew stronger as Jason fucked and Tisha backed up harder and faster. Jason could feel that familiar pressure building at the base of his cock. He sawed in and out of his therapist rapidly, sluicing through her juices, but then suddenly lurched forward, driving himself as deep as he could. His dick expanded deep within her, swelling as the first shuddering throb sent a jet of steaming jism spiraling into her depths.
Jason let a sound, somewhere between a grunt and a growl, "Fuck!" as he emptied his seed into Tisha's pussy.
"Shit! Ahh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Tisha shrieked, coming over all her patient.
Therapist and client kissed and caressed one another, riding out their orgasms while the reality of what just transpired hit Tisha hard. Screwing Jason was better than she ever imagined. She was wrong, dead
wrong for doing it, but something so wrong had ever felt so right.
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