My name is Dr. Moreno Mezzo, I am a surgeon, my age -when this story took place- was around 29, and I was just in the second half of my residency in a surgical institute.
I am a little overweight, plus somehow not that tall, so I had no ambitions in being the stud doctor or womanizer media usually presents. Nevertheless, I was quite handsome, and as smart as Einstein.
The institute, meanwhile, was just loaded with hot chicks and sexy females, including employees, nurses and service girls.
One of the hugest seductions for me was nurse Deena. She was my surgery clinic nurse, she was brown-colored, curvaceous, hot as hell, divorced, BBW chick. She was in her late thirties, and she had a 7 year old little daughter, and was living with her mother.
She was the first nurse that I worked with here, she was like an angel, always treated me nicely and used to tell me many tales about her mother, brother, daughter and ex-husband, till I knew a lot about her personal world, as if I was a family member.
One day -and I already knew that her mother was diabetic, and suffered an old stroke, that rendered her completely bedridden- she asked me with a huge embarrassment if I could have a look on her mother as she had a gluteal abscess. (That is a localized inflammation, with pus collection, in one of her buttocks).
"Dr. Moro, - that's the nickname she used to call me with - I am so sorry to ask you this favor, but you're my closest doctor all through."
She told me in really embarrassed tone.
"It's a pleasure, Mrs. Deena."
I replied politely.
I used to call her with her first name.
"I'll wait for your visit tonight, if it's okay with you."
She told me her address, which was luckily very near to the institute. I was on duty that day till 8 p.m., I went there once I became off duty.
I found the house that she described and it seemed pretty old. Their apartment was in the ground floor, standing alone in the middle of the floor. I knew from her tales that they were poor, but just now, I saw what she was talking about.
I knocked on the door, she opened-up, she was wearing a somewhat tight home-gown, with no sleeves, widely-open neck, it was framing the most seducing cleavage I've ever gazed upon, her plump juicy arms were out on display, the gown proudly drew the outline of her big, juicy boobs, which seemed to be exploding outside her tight bra; It outlined her huge bubble-butt, her creamy hips, where the strap and cuts of her panty popped out clearly, encircling her hips, and extending towards her groin and rumps.
"Welcome Dr. Moro." she said cheerfully. "I really appreciate your effort and generosity."
"You should thank me for something that I can say no to." I said with a warm, friendly smile. She smiled back in sincere gratitude.
I stepped inside, to a small corridor, then a small hall, that barely had a chair, a table and a couch, on which a fat old woman was lying, clearly, she was her mother, she was three times fat as Deena, but I noticed just now, where did she get her sexy looks and figure.
"How are you ma?" I cheered her mother, sympathetically. "Hope you get well very soon."
"Thanks a lot my boy."
Deena asked me "would you like to get started, so we don't keep you busy much longer?"
"Whatever you like!" I said, smiling at her.
"Here, have a seat. I'll be right back." She went running inside, and that gave me a good glance at her wiggling booty.
Sitting on the lonely chair besides the table, I couldn't help but notice -within a perspective-, how much the daughter's ass resembled a younger version of her mother's ass!
"That chick, is from that duck!" I thought to myself; Then I got ashamed of thinking this way of her sick mother, whom I was about to treat.
A moment later, she came back, holding a utensils tray with the tools for dressing, she put that on the table, and began raising her mother's home gown, once again I couldn't help but gaze upon her sexy, fat, juicy calves and thighs; I almost got turned-on, but reminded myself rapidly of her sickness, so it went away.
After a moment, she pulled down her mother's wide black old lady pants, I could see that her right buttock had an old surgical dressing; I put on a pair of latex gloves, removed it, and checked the wound, without too much unwanted details, for the sake of those who are not big fans of surgery; I did the necessary procedure, and sealed the wound with sterile dressing; I took off my gloves, and discarded them, with the used gauze and dressing, then she quickly covered her mother's bare ass, with her gown, as originally was.