Empty Nester 06 Doctor S Orders

Empty Nester 06 - Doctor's Orders

A horny MILF is just following doctor's orders

Author's note: This story is the sixth in a series titled "Empty Nester." The first story set the stage for all the remaining chapters of this adventure. All future stories will continue to chronicle the events of these three lovers. It would be best to read them in order. All characters are fictional, consenting, and over the age of 18. This story is a complete figment of my imagination and not based on any real events or characters. I love to read comments as long as they are constructive.

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My bedroom door burst open to the screeching sound of my concerned daughter's voice.

"Mom, are you okay?" Jackie asked in a panicked voice. "We heard what sounded like a scream."

"Oh fuck," I muttered as I quickly pulled the bedspread over my naked body with the dildo still deep inside of me.

"Jesus mom," a stunned Jackie's voice questioned from the foot of my bed. "We're you masturbating?"

Jackie put her hands over her eyes as she apologized. "I am so sorry; I should have knocked."

As my completely embarrassed daughter was trying to somehow make a graceful exit, an excited female voice could be heard coming from somewhere in the room.

"Oh my, that big cock pumped my tiny fertile pussy so full of cum," the playfully exaggerated voice exclaimed. "Wanna see a happy pussy? Wanna see the massive cream-pie this stud just made? I'm gonna hold the phone close so you can see it pour out of my wet cunt when I slip off this big thick cock."

I scrambled to find my phone. It must have flown off the bed when I panicked and covered myself with the bedspread. I cringed as I watched Jackie bend and pick something up from the floor.

"No!" I pleaded too late.

"Way to go mom," Jackie proclaimed with a big smile. "You were getting off to porn. Jesus, that is one big dick and one sloppy cream-pie."

Jackie was holding the phone up so we both could watch as she sat on the edge of the bed. I tried to grab the phone from her hand. She just giggled as she avoided my attempts.

The woman on the screen appeared to be straddling a man and holding the camera behind her body close to her butt. She slowly lifted her freshly fucked pussy off the massive cock, allowing thick white cum to ooze from her gaping hole. As she hovered above him, her free hand reach between her thighs and started stroking the slippery shaft and rubbing the bulbous head against her sloppy pussy lips. I'm not going to lie, under different circumstances, this would have been hot.

I made one last attempt to grab the phone. "Please!" I begged.

Just then the camera started to move. "What do you think?" The beautiful woman asked as she held the phone up to her face. "Do you think that was a big enough load to make a baby?"

"Oh fuck!" Jackie screamed as she threw the phone at me. "That's Marcy. Jesus, mom, tell me that isn't dad."

I just smiled. I didn't know what else to do. Jackie covered her face with her hands and sat on the bed silently. I thought she was crying at first, but the sounds coming from her pretty little lips sounded more like a giggle.

"I really didn't need to see that," Jackie said in a stern voice. Suddenly it felt like she was the mother and I the daughter that just got caught masturbating to porn. "I'm probably going to be in therapy for the rest of my life."

"Can we talk about this," I asked in a consoling voice. "Please just sit for a minute and let me explain."

Jackie sat on the edge of the bed and chuckled. "I'm not even going to ask what's going on under there," she said as her eyes motioned down my body.

I hadn't realized until that very moment that I still had my hand between my legs with my fingers wrapped around the dildo that was imbedded deep inside my body.

"Out," I insisted as my free hand pointed to the door. "I think you have seen enough for one day."

We both started to giggle as Jackie got up and kissed my forehead. "Just try and keep it down a little in here. Pretty sure Jeremy isn't ready to find out just how kinky his newly adopted mom is."

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I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash the nasty little toy and take a pee. When I wiped, it was clear that my subconscious mind was still seeking more pleasure, but my conscious mind wasn't going to allow it. I took a cold shower in an attempt to quell the desire before crawling back into bed. A few minutes later my phone rang, it was Marcy. Her and George were back on the road, and she was sitting in the sleeper with the curtain pulled over.

"What the fuck happened?" She asked in a concerned voice. "Jesus, did Jackie see me fucking her dad?"

"She did," I replied. "But that was just the half of it."

I offered Marcy all of the details, especially the parts where Jackie saw the closeup of her sloppy cream-pie, and the fact that I was still teasing my insides with the pink dildo.

"Was she upset?" Marcy asked in a concerned voice.

"I don't think so," I responded with a chuckle. "Perhaps a little frustrated though."

"Why's that?"

"After the romantic evening she and Jeremy had, then seeing a closeup of your sloppy, well fucked pussy, I can only imagine she wanted to do that to Jeremy. Unfortunately, she is on her period."

"So?" Marcy responded with a big grin. "That has never stopped me before."

We talked for a while, and I was starting to get sleepy. Before we said our goodbye's, Marcy asked if I was still okay with this arrangement; her traveling the country and fucking my husband while I sat home alone. I assured her that I was. After our call ended, I wondered though.

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I was a little hesitant to face Jackie the next morning. I knew we should discuss what had transpired the night before, but I wasn't at all sure what to say. When I walked into the kitchen, Jackie and Jeremy were both finishing up a bowl of cereal. Their backpacks were sitting by the door.

"Are you guys leaving so early?" I asked in a sad tone.

"We both have studying to do, and wanted to get on the road before traffic gets too bad," Jackie said as she hopped up and gave me a hug. I just sighed.

Jeremy rinsed his bowl in the sink and came around the table to hug me. He whispered in my ear, "You are an incredible mom." Somehow, he seemed different.

"I'll call you when I get home," Jackie promised as they walked out the door.

I was sitting on the sofa enjoying a hot cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I wasn't exactly dressed for a visitor, I thought as I grabbed a shawl and wrapped it around myself. Since I was expecting a quiet day alone, I just threw on a T-shirt sans bra and a comfortable pair of cotton shorts sans panties.

"Can I help you," I asked before recognizing that it was David. "Oh, that time of the month already? Just let yourself in through the gate, I will bring a check out to you."

I started to walk towards my bedroom to dress myself properly, then for some unknown reason changed my mind. I pulled out my checkbook, wrote a check, refilled my coffee cup and headed out the back door. I took a seat facing the hot tub at the small outdoor bistro table in our backyard. There was a bit of a chill in the air, so I was glad I had the shawl over my shoulders.

I just sat there sipping my coffee as I studied the handsome young man. David had been coming once a month to clean this stupid hot tub since we first got it about three years ago. I have always hated it. George bought it on a whim at one of those high-pressure trade shows thinking it might help to spice up our love life. In the end, it did just the opposite.

I have only been in it a couple of times since we got it. Both times, George and I got in it together and I felt obligated to have sex. I'm not going to lie, we did do it once, but all I could think about was that dirty water getting into my pussy and wondering what kind of strange infection I would have to battle for the next month. Every month for the past three years, I dutifully wrote a check for chemicals and maintenance. Every check increased my hatred for the stupid thing.

Today was very different. I was actually enjoying sitting in the sun. Enjoying watching this cute hunk of a young man clean it. I had always found it difficult to sit comfortably on these chairs because my feet don't touch the ground. Today though, seemed different, somehow sexy. I had one bare foot perched on a chair rung to help support me. My legs were crossed tightly and the toes of my other foot teased up and down the calf of that supporting leg. I noticed that each time David leaned over the side of the spa, when his strong shapely butt pressed tight into his shorts, my foot would gently bounce. It was creating a pleasant friction deep between my thighs. The lack of panties only served to make things more intimate down there.

I could feel that all too familiar tension start to build in my abdomen. With no panties to wick away my arousal as the pleasure intensified, a slickness quickly coated all of the moving parts. I crossed my legs tighter and bounced my foot faster, as my eyes ogled the innocent young man while my mind painted lewd portraits of his personal features. One appendage in particular seemed be straining the thin fabric of his shorts a little more each time he caught my gaze.

I noticed that David's smile broadened a little more with each sneaky little peek in my direction. I could feel a cool breeze dancing over my hard nipples, the nipples that had been concealed by the shawl. When I looked down, the shawl had fallen away from my breasts, and my nipples were obscenely on display through the soft cotton of the T-shirt. Rather than cover myself, I leaned back a little and pushed my chest out proudly. I could feel more of that special warmth ooze between the tight grip of my thighs.

Our provocative little dance continued for the next half hour while David worked. He strutted and puffed his chest while my foot bounced uncontrollably, and my nipples sought proper recognition. I was fully aroused, and by the looks of it, so was David. Neither of us made any attempts to hide it.

By the time he finished packing up his gear, I was a mess. I started to stand up and hand him the check, but thought better of it as the soggy material that covered my bottom stuck to my butt. I sat back down and motioned him over.

Since David was a neighbor and had been friends with Jackie, I was always accustomed to giving him a motherly hug before he left. He would get suspicious if I didn't follow suit today. After I handed him the check, I slipped off the tall seat and stood with my arms outstretched. I could feel my hard nipples bore into his chest as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. My nipples weren't the only hard things that drew my attention during our extended hug. This quickly became a full body hug that left nothing to the imagination.

"You should jump in the hot tub," David suggested after our passionate hug ended. "I never really see you guys use this thing. It sure seems a waste."

I must have had a strange look on my face as my brain questioned his statement. "Where do you live?" I asked. "I know Jackie used to walk to your house when the two of you were in school. I guess I never actually knew where that was."

David pointed towards the back fence. "That two story house right there." He replied with a sly little grin. "That is my bedroom window right up there on the second floor."

"Oh..." I couldn't seem to finish my statement. My brain went blank, I had no words. I just muttered, "Thanks again," as I turned to lead him to the gate.

I had completely forgotten about the condition of my shorts. I am relatively certain that he got a good look at the wet spot in the back of them. If I had to guess, he probably got a good look at something in the front as well. When he turned to wave goodbye, his eyes were darting between my chest and my crotch, mine were fixated on the wet spot in the front of his shorts.

After the gate was securely latched, I couldn't help but chuckle as a warmth spread across my chest and face. A sense of pride filled me as I marveled at the ease with which I was able to seduce the handsome young man. I guess this old MILF still had a little sex appeal left in her.

...

I just kind of wandered around the house for a little bit. I was alone again and needed something to occupy my time. It would be two weeks before George and Marcy made it back home, and I needed something to keep me from going stir crazy. To be honest, I needed something to help me keep my mind off my steamy wet arousal.

I poured another cup of coffee and sat in George's leather recliner. I just figured it wouldn't stain if my butt was really as wet as it felt. For some strange reason, for the past couple of weeks, my pussy always seemed to be in a state of arousal. I reasoned that it was due to all the sex I had been having.

The more I thought about it, I had had at least one big orgasm every day since we first left on our two-week trucking adventure. Between George, Marcy, Charlie, and the pink dildo, my pussy probably saw more action than it had its entire life. I just chuckled at the thought that I must have somehow broken it.

As I was enjoying my third cup of coffee for the morning, I received a text. It was one of those automated texts from the doctor's office reminding me of an appointment tomorrow.

"Damn," I said aloud. "I should probably call and cancel. Especially in light of the way my body has been behaving lately."

The appointment was for my annual OBGYN visit. How embarrassing would it be if I started to get aroused during the pelvic exam. I clicked on the number and the phone started to ring. I canceled the call. Maybe I should find out what was causing all of this wetness, the emotional rollercoaster, and my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. Something had certainly changed. I pushed my knees apart and looked down at the crotch of my shorts, the huge wet spot between my legs. I should go I decided.

I spent the rest of the day trying to stay occupied by performing menial chores around the house. After a couple of hours, the coffee started to wear off and I was getting a little sleepy. I was almost finished tidying up in Jackie's room and just needed to change her bedding. I thought about putting on another pot of coffee but decided to just take a little nap instead. I stretched out on Jackie's bed and closed my eyes as I snuggled my face into her pillow. I immediately noticed a different scent on her pillow. It must have been Jeremy's.

I couldn't help but imagine what Jackie and Jeremy may have been doing together in her tiny little bed. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with vivid dreams. Very inappropriate and taboo dreams that included both Jackie and Jeremy doing things that a good mother not dare to imagine. The dreams were so real, so graphic; so completely inexcusable. I forced myself to wake up, scolded myself for becoming so aroused at the expense of my innocent daughter.

...

After I put Jackie's bedding to wash, I crawled into my own bed, flipped on the TV and just tried to relax. My instinct was to satisfy the burning desire between my legs, but I resisted like any good mother should. I reassured myself that the dreams were not real as the monotonous sound of an uninteresting TV show lulled me to sleep.

The next morning, I got up, showered and dressed appropriately for my doctor's visit. I knew I would have to strip naked for the exam, so loose fitting and comfortable was the dress code for the day. I even went one step farther and stuck a thin panty liner in the crotch of my cotton panties, just in case. At some point during the day, my overly spicy imagination would certainly cause me some kind of embarrassment. And besides, my period should have started by now. How disgusting would it be if that decided to make its bloody appearance during the exam. I shuddered at the thought.

I have been seeing the same OBGYN since Jackie was born and we were certainly on a first name basis. Out of respect, I always called her doctor Teresa, but she would have been fine with just Teresa. She had been to our house a couple of times over the years, and her husband Jed, and George would occasionally have a beer together. Somehow, knowing her so well seemed to make this visit all that much more embarrassing.

"Good morning," Dr. Teresa said in a cheerful voice as she ushered her nurse in the door with her. "As you know, the government doesn't trust that I can perform an exam on you without somehow getting inappropriate, so Elizabeth here will be watching my every move."

We all chuckled. This was the normal entrance Dr. Teresa made every time. She was so completely offended by the whole, two medical professionals in the room at all times rule, that she never failed to bring it up. This was the one time that I really wished I could have been alone with her. The last thing I needed was for my body to humiliate me with a witness present.

"So," she said as she looked at my chart on the computer. "Any changes since your last exam? Any vaginal dryness? Pain during intercourse? Depression? Lack of libido?

I just chuckled nervously. "How about just the opposite," I replied as my eyes started to well up. "This is really embarrassing to have to say out loud, but I have actually been feeling extremely slutty lately. I don't know what's wrong with me. I have been having really nasty dreams and can't seem to stop thinking about sex. For the past several weeks, it seems like it is always wet down there."

Dr. Teresa handed me a box of tissues and gently caressed my arm. "I am pretty sure I know what is going on. Let's get this examination out of the way and we can talk privately in my office after you are dressed. We will also get a urine sample and run a couple of blood tests to help verify my suspicions."

I just nodded as I dried my eyes. "Sorry in advance about the mess down there," I said. "That thing just won't turn off, especially when someone or something touches it. Please don't think badly of me, I just can't seem to control myself."

"Believe me when I tell you I have seen this kind of thing before," the doctor reassured. "Just close your eyes and try to relax. Trust me when I tell you that I won't be offended."

I put my feet in the stirrups, pushed my knees out wide, and closed my eyes. The sensation of the cool breeze that drifted between my legs combined with the doctor's gentle voice seemed to quell my emotions, for the time being at least. I just blocked everything out, hoped I could make it through the exam without further embarrassing myself.

The combination of the doctor's gentle touch on my inner thighs, the sensation of her delicate, latex covered fingers parting my intimate tissue, and the contrasting indecency of the cold rigid instrument pushing into my warmth caused goosebumps to form on my exposed thighs. It was beginning, and I knew I could not stop it. To be honest, in that moment, I wasn't sure I wanted to stop it.

This type of exam had always been uncomfortable and typically required her to use lube. Not today. My body was providing more than enough of that. In fact, I had to fight the urge to thrust my hips as the barbaric instrument pressed into my throbbing moist flesh and opened me wider than any man possibly could. The feeling was so intense, my emotions so raw. I had never wanted to be touched so badly, to be loved so intimately.

"Just breathe," the doctor's calm voice said as I tensed my abdominal muscles in an attempt to fight off an impending orgasm. I was finally able to relax a bit when I felt the tool shrink and dislodge.

"A quick check of your vulva and surrounding tissue," the pleasant voice informed. "Just a little pressure, I promise, I'm almost done."