"Your list of patients," said my receptionist as she handed me my daily round.
She smiled sweetly, "Sarah Jones' daughter is one of them!"
Now Sarah Jones' daughter was a budding supermodel, and when I say 'budding' I mean tall, slim, extremely beautiful, but only 18. I'd seen her as a patient at the surgery a few times, most recently when she wanted to go on the birth pill coz she'd started to find boys interesting. She'd come with her mother and we'd had a very frank talk with her. I don't think she expected to enjoy me examining her, but I'd found the insides of her obviously virgin pussy were soaking wet by the time I'd finished. I wasn't sure whether her mother saw the effect that her young daughter had on me. Lucky I was wearing a big white coat that day.
Sarah herself was a stunning beauty, and had been a model in her earlier years. We'd several times enjoyed each other during her visits to my surgery, but they had always been quickies. She didn't encourage me to visit her after hours. I always think that women usually like me just because I have a larger than average cock and also know how to use my fingers and tongue to good effect. I wondered whether Sarah had been talking to her daughter about me at all.
I looked at my list of patients and planned my route to make sure that the Jones' house was last on my round. By the time I parked my car in their huge driveway, I was pretty tired of old ladies with nothing better to do than waste my time with trivial complaints. I hoped that Sarah's daughter, Janie, would at least have something more serious wrong with her. When I knocked at the door I was pleasantly surprised to see Sarah herself open the door. She was dressed devastatingly as always, this time in a low tight top and short shorts. This was one former model who'd not lost her figure after 'retiring'.She showed me in and pointed upstairs.
"Janie's in the room to the left," she smiled, "Would you like some coffee?"
I gratefully accepted her offer and walked upstairs to the room she's indicated. I knocked and was invited in by Janie's strong voice.
"Hi doc," she grinned, sitting up against the pillow, "Please sit down."
She was in her bed, dressed in a simple nightdress, not too low or see-through.
"What's the trouble, Janie," I inquired as I sat on the chair she'd indicated beside the bed.
"It's my knee," she grimaced, "I twisted it badly when I fell off my horse yesterday. And I couldn't walk well enough to come to surgery. You see, Mum's car's broken down and Dad's away for two weeks."
Just at that moment, Sarah came in the room, without knocking to deliver the coffee. She sat down on another chair, crossing her gorgeous legs right in front of me.
"Mum!!!" cried Janie, "you'll put doc off with that display!"
Sarah just grinned. "Maybe doc wants to be put off?"
I didn't reply but just got up briskly and said, "Better have a look at that knee, Janie, before Mum distracts me too much."
We all chuckled and that diffused a little the sensual tension that Sarah had created by her sexy display. The way Janie was lying in the bed I was able to lift up one side of the bedclothes to expose her left leg. Her nightdress was short enough that I couldn't even see it, just Janie's beautiful long smooth leg. I could feel something straining to control itself inside my pants and this time I wasn't wearing any loose fitting clothes. I gently ran my fingers up Janie's leg from the foot, hearing her gasp with pleasure.
"Sorry, Janie," I smiled, "Does it hurt down here?" I pressed her shin.
"No, doc, it didn't hurt," she giggled.
"OK," I continued, "You just tell me when I hurt you."
"Mum, it's alright, you can go now," Janie urged.
"But, Janie," said her mum.
"It's alright, Mum," Janie repeated, more firmly.
Reluctantly Sarah got up and slowly left the room, with a wistful smile on her face. I watched her go and then turned back to her daughter.
"Mum excites you, doesn't she, doc?" she asked with a big smile.
"Um, yes, I guess she does. Your mother is a most attractive woman," I admitted, shifting so that my now almost fully erect cock would be more comfortable. "Now let's check your knee properly. Does this hurt?" I asked pressing quite firmly on her knee cap.
She just grinned, "No, doc, nothing really hurts down there. I didn't really hurt my knee, but Mum thought I had. What really hurts is up here," she pressed around the tops of her thighs. "Since I've been on the pill, I've been getting this terrible ache that doesn't go away
however much I masturbate."
I looked at her in astonishment. "Janie, are you sure this is a problem for your family doctor?"
"Well, Mum says you've been able to cure that ache for her most successfully several times."
"Your mum told you that," I asked trying not to look flustered.
"Yes, and she told me also that you have a very large one too!" She was grinning naughtily now. "Do you have time to help me cure this ache, doc?" she asked so innocently.
"Janie, you are underage!" I protested.
"But that doesn't stop my ache," she cried, shifting in the bed so that the sheet and duvet slipped to the floor.
