This story contains graphic descriptions of incest. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

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Gareda Psychological Services, LTD - Therapist James Finnigan - Session 30 December 18, 2015 - Norma Bates

Dr. Finnigan opened the door of his office. 'Nice to see you at your regular time.'

I blushed. 'Again, I'm sorry about that.'

He moved to the side and showed me in. 'It's good actually. I think we've come along way considering when we first started you wouldn't even take your coat off.'

I looked down at my coat. 'Right, well it gets warm in here.' I said taking off my coat and handing it to him to hang on the coat rack.

'I'm more prepared this time than I was the last time. So the recording is already on. Have a seat.'

I did as I was told and noticed the recorder sitting on the desk by the office lamp. It's usual place when they did these meetings. I preferred to pretend like it wasn't there at all.

'During the last meeting you said you had relapsed, but you also said that you keep relapsing. What did you mean by that?' He said going over to the refreshments table. 'Coffee?'

'No thank you.'

He turned off the coffee machine before returning to his chair.

I woke up this morning and came downstairs to find Dylan gone. Norman was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, it smelled like bacon and eggs.

Where's Dylan?

Goodmorning, mother. Dylan went home?

I looked towards the front door and frowned. Well, did he say anything?

Just that he had some things at home that he'd been neglecting. Norman said pulling out another slice of bacon from the package.

Did he say when he would be back? I asked my anxiety level rising.

No and I didn't ask. Should I have?

I pulled out a chair at the table and covered my face with my hands. No of course not. You're not your brother's keeper. Then I looked up. Norman was actually in the kitchen cooking and there was no sign of Emma anywhere. 'How's Emma doing?'

Fine.

Is she in the office right now? I asked staring at the tense muscles in his shoulders.

I can't be sure. I haven't been down to check. He cut the stove off and started making our plates.

My eyebrows furrowed as I fidgeted with the white lace place mat in front of me. Well I'm sure she is. Emma is nothing but dependable.

Norman snorted. If you say so mother. He brought over a piping hot plate and slammed it down in front of me. He did the same to his plate rattling the silverware on the table.

Norman, is there something you want to talk about?

No, why do you always think there's something wrong, mother? He replied stabbing his eggs with his fork.

Alright, I said not really in the mood to hear anything about Emma good or bad. My thoughts were going back to that night and what might Dylan be feeling right now.

We're not going to the winter formal together? Norman said cutting into my thoughts.

I looked up from my own plate. Oh, when is the Winter formal?

It's tonight. I bite my tongue upset that this was the first time that I was actually hearing about this. But then I decided to give him a pass considering that I hadn't really been around lately and that was mostly for his own good. So I made the decision that I would try to make up for that by being a better listener. Well, there's still time maybe she will change her mind.

Sometimes I think she just doesn't understand me.

I smiled gently and stood up to give him a hug. No one will understand you better than your mother. For everyone else just tell them how you feel. I pulled away wanting to go back to my food when he grab my hand and pulls me back to him.

I think its too late for that. We've broken up.

I frowned and squeezed his hand gingerly. I'm sorry Norman, really. Don't you waste one tear on that girl she wasn't good enough for you anyway.

I should have listened to you earlier when you tried to warn me about her. I was stupid and selfish.

I smacked my lips and moved to rub his shoulders. I was too harsh. You deserve to be with whoever you want and sometime's it doesn't work out.

Mother, it all makes sense to me now. The reason we dont belong together is because I belong with you.

Norman, I muttered shaking my head.

He reached up and grabbed my hand in his, turning to look up at my face. You taught me that when I'm wrong I should apologize. So I want to say I'm sorry. He stood up grabbing the bottom of my cardigan sweater and pulled me to him.

He kisses me and our lips locked. I'm scared that all is not what it seems. That this is the kiss before he changes his mind, before I change my mind. That this is nothing more than a goodbye kiss. But as he continues to kiss me I start to relax. His nervous hands fall on my hips. All I could think was that this was everything that I had ever wished for. How many times had I lied awake in bed wondering if he would ever realize how much he loved me and come back to me the way we were before.

His fingers brushed my thighs where my dress stopped. He pulled it up slowly and I shuddered as thoughts of Dylan doing the exact same thing invaded my thoughts. I pushed Norman away and stepped back. Touching my lips.

You're so much prettier than her, mother. How could I have ever ignored that?

He undressed me with his eyes as he circled around me. Moving my hair away from my neck as he kissed me softly down my left side.

I remembered what you said, Doctor, about me still being in love with Norman. This is what I wanted so I didn't need to be worried about Dylan. Or feel like I was betraying him somehow. I threw caution to the wind and with it all my doubts as I rubbed against the growing bulge in Norman's pants.

He pushed me towards the table and I knocked all the food to the ground. The length of my dress now bunching around my waist as he pulled down my tights and my panties fell to my ankles. I could hear him behind me fumbling with his belt and eventually the zipper. His soft limber fingers massaging my bottom. I thought of Dylan and how his thick rough fingers sent a shiver down my spine. While Norman's felt strangely out of place.

His fullness knocked around my lips, but he couldn't find the opening. I was growing frustrated by the minute. Instead I reached between my legs and grasped his member. Here let me help. Placing it at my entrance. I let go and he slowly sinks down inside of me. It felt like I had left my body and I was watching myself. I couldn't feel anything. Apart of me wanted to look away and be anywhere else. I even started to think about Dylan. If he was with someone right now and if that was the reason he decided to go home.

Then a tingle went throughout and I was plunged back into my body. I threw my head back, arching into his thrusts and I closed my eyes and thought of Dylan. My moaning increasing as he pummeled in and out of my body. My muscles clenching against the intrusion inside of me. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me against him fiercely thrusting more forcefully.

My forehead rubbed against the hard table as I screamed from the exquisite sensation. He whipped me into a frenzy until I reached my peak and I relaxed against the table panting heavily. I felt him shudder and still against me as he collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for a moment before I dared speak. Norman, I need to take a shower.

The doctor stopped me from continuing. 'I'm going to ask you something and I don't mean to sound vulgar, but it sounds like you didn't enjoy it?'

'No, not really.'

'Because of Dylan?'

I snorted. 'Not at all. We just hadn't been together in so long none of it felt natural.'

He took the pen on his desk and twirled it. 'I suppose. Are you still sleeping with Norman?'

I looked up at the ceiling. 'No.'

I came out of the shower and dressed. Determined to make up for my lackluster behavior. We just hadn't been together for awhile so of course things would be off, but I could fix that if we could spend more time together. I came out of my room with a four point plan and I stood at the top of the stairs ready to be Cinderella to his prince charming and I saw him hugging her.

Oh, Hi Mrs. Bates, Emma replied breaking the embrace.

Hi, mother. Emma has agreed to go to the dance with me.

That's great. I said managing a fake smile.

I'll meet you at the motel. He said closing the door behind her. Mother, we need to talk.

Yes, of course. I said breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon. But I actually came out here because I was going to go out and get groceries to cook dinner for us.

That wont be necessary since I will be going out after all.

I wet my lips. Nonesence, You can just eat before. I said descending the steps slowly.

Mother, I dont want you to be upset.

I put my fingers up to his lips. Will talk after dinner.

'How did that conversation go?' The doctor asked imagining an argument involving dishes being thrown.

'It didn't. I haven't been back from the grocery store.'

'So Dylan and Norman, haven't heard from you?'

I look to the ground. 'Not exactly.'

He pulled out the first drawer in his desk and produced a card. 'I got the business card of a collegue of mine who runs a support group for people with weird sex fetishes. I thought with your sucess in here that you might relish the chance to share your story and be an inspiration to others. But considering the change of events. I'd say that its mandatory that you go. Maybe you'll forgive yourself for the relapse and realize that it's an up hill battle, but there is a light at the end of this tunnel.'

'A support group.' I mimiced unsure.

'It's all anonymous. But call and find out when there next meeting is and Go.'

I stood up and took the card from his hand. 'What if your wrong?'

'About the support group?'

'About the forgiveness,' I snapped figuring that he was being avasive on purpose.

'I'm your therapist I'm always right.' He said with a slight chuckle.

I walked to the door.

'Oh and Norma, when you leave here. Call your children.'