Dated Daughter but Her Busty Mom...

I live in a suburb of Miami and love it here: At 32 years old, I enjoy the sun, the nearby beach, and the many attractions the state has to offer. I am a cardiologist in one of the most lucrative facilities, and in the 2 years since I started, I have gathered many new and satisfied patients. As expected, most of my patients are older, retired, and rich. However, now and then, there are exceptions.

One morning, a 25 year old girl came to see me because of palpitations. Most young ladies suffering from rapid heartbeats have nothing serious. Reasons vary: Stress-related, too much caffeine or alcohol, hormonal changes, and infrequently, use of illicit drugs.

The girl told me her name was Emily Heinz. After talking to her, emotional stress stood out as the most likely cause of her palpitations. Lately, she broke up with her latest boyfriend. Physical examination and EKG were benign, and I ordered a 24-hour EKG monitoring, reminding her to push a small button if she felt her abnormal rhythm.

Three days later, Emily returned. She said she felt a rapid heart rate when her Mom asked her a question about her former boyfriend and another time during the night. Each one lasted a minute or less.

"Emily, the episode during the day may be attributed to mental stress. The one during the night could have been related to a dream." She blushed and lowered her head. I checked the EKG tracings, and neither episode showed significant arrhythmia. The actual pulse rate was only slightly higher than usual. This situation usually does not warrant medical treatment, only a reminder of what the triggers are for future episodes. In case of too many symptomatic occurrences, small doses of beta-blockers may help. She was very happy there was nothing serious but requested another follow-up in a month.

...

A week later, I was on my way to a friend and stopped at Starbucks to drink the espresso mocha I liked. I didn't see a free table and stood by the wall, sipping my coffee. Suddenly, I saw somebody raise a hand, trying to get my attention. It was Emily. She sat alone at a table for 2 and invited me to sit with her. I remembered her from the prior visit, but back then, I saw her in a shapeless patient's gown. Now, she looked beautiful: Her light brown hair was arranged in a ponytail, giving her the appearance of a teenager. She had a cute face and smiled at me. Emily was sitting, so I could not tell much about her body, but since I had examined her earlier, I remembered she had an athletic figure.

I joined her and said I was lucky to see her with an empty chair. She chuckled and said she was thinking about me.

I said, "Lady, if I were a pretty girl like you, I'd find more attractive guys to think of, like Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt.

Emily giggled, "They may be handsome, but they are too old. Both of them are 60-62 years old."

"Sorry, I don't know who are the current heartthrobs."

"I guess Timothee Chalamet and Austin Butler qualify, but, doctor, you are attractive as well. Are you married?"

I joked, "Not yet. Are you thinking of marrying me?"

Her face turned ruby red, "Not really. However, if I was in a bar or a party and you approached me, I wouldn't refuse."

I said, "That was quick. Emily, as your physician, it is unethical to date my patients. But with your beauty, I have no doubts you are surrounded by eligible guys."

She grinned, "I am shy and introverted, so I am reluctant to go out with men I do not know."

"Emily, do you have hobbies or certain interests?"

"I'd love to travel, although I haven't gone much. I also like romantic comedies and photography."

I smiled, "I am an amateur photographer, too. Any specific subjects you like to shoot?"

"I use a zoom lens to shoot people from a distance. If they do not know somebody is aiming at them, they do not try to fake their expression."

"I love wild scenery and exotic cultures. I took photos during trips to Maui, Spain, Japan, and Iceland."

She sighed, "I envy you. One day, I'll also travel abroad."

"Is the reason you haven't gone abroad related to money or time constraints?"

She laughed, "Neither. I haven't found the person I'd feel comfortable to go abroad with."

I stood up, "Emily, I hope you'll find the right guy soon. I need to run now. Thanks for the pleasant company, and see you for your follow-up."

Two hours later, I was chatting with my friend and forgot about Emily.

...

The day Emily came for her follow-up visit I was extremely busy. I smiled at her and inquired how she was doing lately. She stared at me and said, "The only time I felt palpitations was when I sat with you in Starbucks."

I smiled, "Were you scared I'd bite you?"

She looked at me seriously and blurted, "In the clinic, you wore your doctor's coat. In Starbucks, I saw the real you. You looked very handsome and nice. Remember, I told you, as a photographer, I learned to judge people by their looks and facial expression."

I smirked, "Lady, you are dangerous! Next, you'll discover all the skeletons in my closet."

Emily giggled, "Actually, your face shows calmness and unpretentious happiness. By the way, I brought with me several of my photos."

"I am sorry, but I'll have to take a raincheck. I am swamped today. The good news: your heart seems to be OK."

"Doctor Harrison, I really want you to see my pictures. Can we meet again somewhere so I show them to you?"

"Do you mean like Starbucks again?"

"If possible, I prefer a quieter place."

"We can meet in the local park and sit on a bench. Each one of us will bring 5-10 photos for the other to appreciate."

"Thank you. I would love it."

"Emily, since your heart seems to be perfect, you won't need me as a physician anymore. When we meet in the park, it will be silly to call me doctor, so use my first name, Nick."

She blushed and whispered, "Thank you."

"Is Friday at 5 pm at the entrance to the park OK?"

"I'll be there."

...

On Friday afternoon, I carried with me a brown envelope with 7 photos I took in Japan. They included a closeup of Mount Fuji during sunset, Fushimi Inari shrine in Kyoto, Kenrocu-en garden in Kanazawa, Himeji castle, a samurai house, Arashiyama bamboo forest, and cherry blossoms in Tokyo.

Emily came toward me wearing a short-sleeved floral blouse and a summer skirt. Again, she looked younger than her age, except that this time, her hair was loose and framed perfectly her pretty face. I noticed red lipstick that wasn't there before. She smiled at me, and my first reaction was: This girl is very attractive!...

I smiled back at her and noticed her eyes inspected me as well.

We strolled toward the bench area near the pond and sat down. Emily pulled from her purse 5 photos. Two were faces of old males with many wrinkles and sad expressions. Two others were teenage girls. One was jumping rope, and the other was crying. The last one was of a toddler hugging a dog. It wasn't so much the subjects but the way she captured their faces that was impressive.

I complimented her and opened my envelope, saying these weren't my best pictures but rather were supposed to increase her motivation to start traveling. Emily checked slowly all the photos and stared at me admiringly, "The pictures are excellent. I am really jealous. I wish one day I'll find a companion like you to take trips with."

"Girl, you are very young. I am sure you'll have many opportunities in the future. For me, as a physician, money is not a big issue, but there are many ways to make the trips cheaper if you are interested."

She laughed, "I think I can afford any travel I want. I am one of the heirs to the Heinz company..."

"I didn't know. Would you lend me some money to buy a sandwich?"

She giggled, "Now you understand why I am reluctant to go out with guys. How do I know if they want to date ME or my money?"

"I agree it's not easy to tell, especially these days when everybody has access to the internet and it's not difficult to find out everything about you."

"Nick, how come you are not hitched? You are young, handsome, have a fantastic profession, and, most importantly, you are a nice person."

"The answer is simple: In the past, I've dated 2 ladies, but it didn't work. When I find a girl I like who shares my values and interests, I'll try dating again."

"What are you looking for in a girl?"

"I was born to protestant parents who believed in monogamy. The husband works outside the house, and the wife is a homemaker, having 3 children and a proper education. Personally, neither of these is important to me. I care about chemistry, emotional bonds, sharing interests, giving space to the other, and feeling better being together than alone."

Emily laughed, "These are big words, but everything that starts well may change over the years."

"I agree. That's why there is no guarantee a marriage will last 'until death do us part.' If I were you, whoever I marry, I'd make sure to protect myself with a prenuptial agreement."

"Nick, may I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"We share the love of photography. Do you think I am attractive enough that you'd consider dating me?"

"Emily, I find you VERY attractive. However, I am not fond of mustard or ketchup, so Heinz is out of the question."

She grinned, "Please, I am serious."

"The truth: I like you. I like the way you look, your candid reaction to my travels, and your interest in photography."

"Will you take me to a movie this weekend?"

"Anything in particular you wish to see?"

"You choose. But more than one killing with too much Heinz ketchup on the screen is not something I care to see. Otherwise, everything goes."

She gave me her phone number, kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared.

...

That Friday, we went together to see a movie. I recall it was a comedy, but for the life of me, I could not remember the name... Emily showed up in a short, tight dress that pushed up her tits and exposed the creamy top parts. Obviously, her intention was to impress me, and I didn't disappoint her.

I whistled and mumbled, "Emily dear, do you wish me to watch the movie or the sexiest person around?"

She grinned, "I don't know if I get another chance to show you what I've got, so sue me..."

"Are you saying I am only allowed to watch?"

"I didn't say that. In the dark, all kinds of things can happen..."

"Lady, it's not nice to seduce an oldie."

Emily laughed, "Grandpa, I checked online and found out you are only 5 years older than me."

When the lights dimmed, she took my closest hand, wrapped it around her neck, and placed it on her covered breast.

I whispered, "Be careful, your heart may start palpitating."

She murmured, "You are a cardiologist. Start CPR - Give me mouth-to-mouth and massage my tits..."

The whole movie, my fingers explored her firm, perky tits and played with her sensitive nipples. I felt her pulse shooting up, and her breathing turned shallow. She placed her hand on my covered pecker and rubbed it gently. It engorged fast, threatening to rip the zipper.

She whispered, "Nicky, I love the movie and would like to watch it till the end, but I promise to make it up to you afterward."

As I said, I didn't remember the movie's name, but when it was over, Emily came to my house, and we had our first sexual encounter. It wasn't an earth-shattering intercourse but an exploratory one. Both of us touched, caressed, and massaged the other one's body until we were too horny to continue and exploded together.

In the following weeks, our sexual acts improved, and we diversified from missionary position to doggy style, cowgirl, and, of course, oral. We enjoyed our sex and found common interests in other areas: Photography and weekend trips to neighboring states.

One time, Emily said her parents heard a lot about me and wanted to meet me for a dinner. I said I'd love to meet them, but they shouldn't have to make extra effort in the kitchen for me.

Emily smiled, "My parents insist on living in a mansion and keep 'helpers' for everything. The last time Mom worked in the kitchen was when Moses led the Jews from Egypt to the promised land..."

I giggled, "OK. And just in case your Mom asks, I eat almost anything, and I am not allergic to any food."

"Are you free tomorrow evening?"

"I can be, but wouldn't it be better to verify the date and time with your parents first?"

"No need to. Mom already agreed to tomorrow and gave me 3 other dates if you couldn't make it."

"What time?"

"Either 6:30 or 7 pm."

"I'll be at the door at 6:30. Anything you want me to know about them in advance? Like, are they too sensitive when talking about certain subjects, including religion, politics, society affiliation, animals, etc?"

"Dad is a simple guy. He just wants to know who I befriend but has no intention of interrogating or embarrassing you. Mom is slightly snobbish, but when I mentioned you are a cardiologist and handsome, her eyes brightened, so you are safe."

"I'll be there." I kissed her lips lightly, and we separated.

...

I arrived wearing clean blue pants, an ironed white long-sleeved shirt, and a sporty jacket. I bought a dozen red and white roses for the mother and a bottle of Hennessy cognac for the father.

The family house was a real mansion: Huge in size with a large, neatly maintained fenced yard, a 25-meter pool, a 4-man jacuzzi, and a vegetable garden.

Emily opened the door for me. She wore a long evening gown and looked totally different from the Emily I saw before.

I inspected her up and down and said, "Honey, you look terrific. I can hardly recognize you."

She giggled, "Mom insisted I'd dress nicely for a change."

Emily let me inside, and I met the father. He smiled, extended his hand, and blurted, "Hi, I am Joe. Nice to meet you. Later on, when Emily is not around, tell me what attracted you to this unruly daughter of mine."

I gave him the cognac and smiled, "You mean except for being smart, funny, pretty, and sharing my interests?"

He laughed, "Good answer, young man. I'll see you at dinner." Then he left to his room.

Emily took me to the large living room. It had heavy antique furniture and large paintings I suspected were original and expensive.

I barely sat, and the Mom made her entrance. I stood up and glanced at her: She was slightly shorter than Emily, with darker, somewhat shorter hair, a pretty face, and a heavier chest. She wore a short blue dress with deep cleavage that exposed the top of her whitish breasts and shapely legs. I guessed she was in her mid 40s, but she looked MUCH younger. Actually, her looks suggested she may have been a trophy wife who took care of herself with cosmetic creams and perhaps also injections and minor surgeries...

She approached me, and said, "My name is Diana. So you are Emily's victim. At least by your looks, she made the right choice. Nice to meet you."

I handed her the flowers, "Ma'am, you are gorgeous. Will you marry me?"

She grinned again, winked at me, and mumbled, "Wait here for a couple of minutes. I am going to tell Joe that I am about to divorce him and wed a young stud."

Emily chortled, "Mom, I saw him first."

"Honey, I am not greedy. We can share him."

The housemaid prepared the dinner. It was French-themed and tasty.

Both parents sounded down to earth and did not take their social status too seriously. I felt better. The father was interested in my profession and admitted he suffered from severe cardiovascular disease. He saw his cardiologist at the Cleveland Clinic twice a year. The mother talked much less, and several times, when I was chatting with Joe or Emily, I caught her ogling me.

After the dinner, Joe had to leave. He apologized and said he'd love to see me in his house whenever I wished to visit. A short time later, the mother left us, saying, "Children, go to Emily's quarters. Nick, it was a pleasure to see you, and I hope to meet you again soon."

Emily and I went to her room. As the door closed behind her, she jumped on me, "Nicky, I could see it on their faces. They loved you."

I smirked, "What are you doing all over me? Don't you know I am going to marry your mother?"

She giggled, "I heard, but we agreed to share. I feel so good with you... May I rape you?"

"Honey, it's illegal here, but I forgot my gun at home, so I have no protection."

We undressed, and I jumped her bones on the bed. As I ravaged her beautiful body, I heard a soft noise and saw a moving shadow in the crack under the door.

Was the Mom spying on us? I couldn't be sure, but I was too horny to think about it. I plowed Emily's body savagely as she was trembling and whimpering. A few seconds after we climaxed, the shadow under the door disappeared.

I continued seeing Emily, mostly at my house. We liked our privacy, and sex was improving all the time. On occasions, we went to restaurants and saw movies together. After 2 months, we planned our trip abroad to Norway, which was supposed to take place a month later.

...

One day, my scheduled patients for the day included the name Diana Heinz. I was surprised because I had seen Emily's Mom a week earlier at the mansion, and she did not say anything about it. Her appointment was at 11 am. Once she was ready in one of the examination rooms, I told my accompanying nurse to remain outside.

Diana had a patient's gown on and sat on the examining table. I smiled at her and asked, "Diana, I thought you were very healthy. What is going on?"

She smiled, "For several months now, I have chest pains. They come and go. My doctor told me it's nothing, but I want a second opinion."

"Are you sure you want ME to examine you? It means you'll have to undress before me."

"You are a doctor, aren't you? I think you'll be professional about it."

"OK, lady, as you wish. Tell me more about your chest aches: When do they appear? Do they feel like pressure or sharp pain? How long do they last? Are they related to meal time, exercise, or stress?"

"They are random. They are more frequent on days I feel stressed and last on and off for many minutes."

"Sounds like something benign, but let me examine you."

I checked the neck and lungs first - Nothing unusual. I inserted my palm under her gown and put it on her sternum. She gasped and whispered, "Your hand feels nice and warm." There was no abnormal lift.

Next, I placed my stethoscope just below her large breast and listened. Normal sounds and no murmurs. I moved the device gingerly along her chest and noted her breathing and heart rate increase the longer I continued. She murmured, "Doctor, the soft touch is arousing me..."

I smiled, "I was under the impression you wanted us to behave professionally."

"I want to, but your touch raises my temperature."

I joked, "What happens if I feel the same way?"

She faced me and asked, "Do you?" the next thing, her hand caressed my groin area.

I was unprepared and retreated. She chuckled, "I had to be sure."

I said, "Diana, the first evening I visited your house, I realized you were a very attractive lady. But here, in my clinic, I try to ignore my hormones."

"Nick, I am a straight-shooter kind of a woman. A long time ago, I understood that by being quiet, we miss many enjoyable things in life."

"Is this a hint?..."

"Honey, you are the whole package. What else do you want me to say?"

"Doesn't it bother you that you are married and I date your daughter?"

"Joe had a heart attack a few years back. In Cleveland, they did a ton of tests. His heart is weak, and he is on many medications, including nitroglycerin, so he is not allowed to take Viagra. To make the story short, we haven't had sex in 5 years. Emily and you enjoy your intimate moments. I know. I heard you playing hanky panky in her room. That is all right, but wouldn't you like to diversify your delicious chicken with a steak once in a while?"