Doctor's appointment

You lie in this position for a short while, as you both recover your breath, the two of you still staring at each other, still gripping each other's upper arms, your mother's legs still lifted and spread, your cock still deep inside her. Finally, your breathing returns mostly to normal, and you can feel your cock begin to retreat to softness. You are about to say something, when your mother, her hands still gripping your arms, rolls to her side, so that now you are laying on the bed, and she is on top of you. Your cock, still inside her, starts to recover a bit of its hardness. Suddenly, inexplicably, she pushes herself off of you, letting go of your arms, freeing her arms from your grip. You are confused, and do not become less confused when she tells you to "wait here. Don't move." She turns, and departs the room, still naked.

You lie on the bed, wondering what is going on, but too exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally to move. You lie on your back, arms to the side, and slip back to sleep.

You awake to the feel of warm water on your chest, and the softly spoken words "time for your appointment." Opening your eyes, you see your mother standing above you. She is wearing a long, thigh-length nurse coat, which is snowflake white with a little red cross above the chest pocket, and only has two buttonsdone, above her stomach. This arrangement allows her breasts to push out the coat, offering sizable cleavage with just enough of her nipples showing to be tantalizing, as well as leaving the coat spread below, showing you again her pantiless pussy. A stethoscope hangs around her neck, draping down between the valley between her tits, and a little white hat, also with a red cross on it, adorning her head. The outfit was the sort of thing you'd see at Halloween, albeit buttoned up. You wonder how many other outfits your mother has.

"We did say after all that you have a doctor's appointment this morning," you mother continues. "And we wouldn't want to make liars out of ourselves." She has in one hand a large bowl filled with soapy water, and over that arm is draped a large, fluffy towel. In her other hand is a sponge. She dips the sponge in the bowl, squeezes out some excess water, then runs it across your chest. You gaze at her as she does so. She is absorbed in her task, wiping down your chest and arms, and does not notice you looking at her. You look around her body again, appreciating the outfit, your cock hardening. The nurse coat has short sleeves, and you can see on each arm small bruises forming from where you gripped her, marks of passion left on her body. The sight fills you with lust, and you begin to reach up to her, to grab a breast, and arm, anything, to pull towards you. Your mother instantly pushes your arm back down. "You may not move at all," she admonishes. "Doctor's orders."

You lie, amused, still and quiet, as she bathes you with the sponge. The warm water feels quite good, and the towel drying each part off after it is washed does as well. You are excited for the sponge and her soapy hands to clean your manhood. She cleans every other part of you first, though, leaving your groin untouched, even as she rolls you over by herself at one point to sponge off your back. She flips you back onto your back, and you are beginning to think, as she finishes your feet and puts down the bowl of water, that this is all an elaborate tease. Still holding the towel, she assuages your fear by leaning down, and cleaning off your cock with short, soft licks of the tongue. The stimulation is so light that it almost tickles, and you yearn for her to take it into her mouth, to surround it. She does no such thing however, as with short licks she licks your entire groin clean. Your cock feels like it could burst, but it is not offered enough stimulus to do so at any point. Your mother carefully dries it, then puts down the towel.

"Now," she says quietly, "time for your physical." She grips your balls with one hand. "Turn your head and cough," she demands, and you do so. As you cough, she gives your balls a quick hard squeeze, and it feels like all the tightly packed pressure inside you that is well ordered and striving to escape suddenly becomes jumbled. Your mother quickly steps on to the bed, and squatting over you without touching you, puts the stethoscope in her ears, and the listener to your chest. She pauses for a moment, listening to your heartbeat, which you know is quickening by the second. Finally, apparently satisfied with what she hears, she reached her free hand down to lift your cock up perpendicular with your prone body, and descends onto it, removing her hand.