The Doctor Is In

Chapter 4

I came home after a couple of hours, which I spent in a dive bar, soaking up the cigarette smoke, the stale alcohol smell and perfume worn by painted ladies. I could have saved the stench. Kim was in bed asleep... Chris was too, I assume, as she did not answer my soft knock on her door. Shower and bed took 20 minutes and when I slipped under the sheets I noticed Kim's breathing was the same as I saw in her session when she was in her safe space, "under the canopy". The ear pods were in, so I let her sleep and laid quietly. Sleep was not far off.

I woke up when Kim left the bed. She did not turn on any lights, but moved around the room as if it were brightly lit.

I did not see her at first, I thought it was the darkness, but she had been kneeling on the floor pulling a box out from under the bed. The box went on the bed, and, after removing the top, lifted out a harness used to mount a dildo on a woman to be used to fuck another woman or, I guess, a man.

Kim stepped into it and tightened the straps, securing it in place. After returning the box, she pulled an old pair of jeans and a flannel shirt out of my stuff, then put it all on, tucking the lifelike attachment in behind the button fly. The shirt was buttoned up the bottom three buttons, leaving her cleavage well exposed, before she breathed deep, adjusted her stiff cock, grabbed the waist band of the jeans to keep them from falling down and left the room.

I quietly got up and waited until she had closed the door to the boys old room then went to stand by it and listen.

The light clicked on, shining under the door, and I heard Chris say, "Wha...?"

Kim, in a lower, gruff voice, that was obviously her, shouted, " Wake up bitch... I've got a hard cock that needs to be sucked and I've only got you to suck it for me. Get your lazy ass up and get your cunt mouth busy!"

"Charlie, it's late..."

I heard the slap. I could not tell if Kim hit her on n the face or ass, but hit her she had.

"I did not ask you for lip! I told you to give me head! You don't give me excuses you fucking whore. I own you. I own your pussy and your ass and your big fancy doctor titties. You used to be something! Now you are just a worthless cock sucking street whore, and I own you!"

"Ow! Charlie! You're hurting..."

"I'll fucking beat you bloody then give you to that pack of feral dogs over on "J" street again, if your mouth is not sucking my cock before I count 3"

"Okay Charlie... I'm..."

"One god damn it!"

There was some movement...

"That's better! Why do you always have to test me bitch! Why can't you just do what I tell you? Who owns your sorry skank ass?"

Gasping Chris said, "You Charlie! You own my ass!"

"Fuck your mouth feels good. Your pathetic husband didn't know how to treat a whore like you. He probably begged you to suck his little wiennie... fucking looser! A slut like you needs a strong hand like mine to keep you in your place."

I heard Chris, I assumed, gag and choke. She wretched and coughed.

"Too much cock for you? What kind of slut can't swallow a cock? A fucking worthless slut. How can I ever charge full price for you if you can't even suck cock right!?"

"I'm sorry Charlie..."

Smack! was what I heard.

"I don't want to hear sorry Charlie again bitch! You think I'm someone that gives a fuck if you are sorry? Some little sissy bitch like your husband that cares if you cry or repent?"

"I'll do better! I swear it!"

"You're damn right you will or ill give you back to Peter! He would take you back, but he is not as nice to pussy as I am is he. He'll let the whole block pull a train on your ass..."

"Please Charlie... I will be better... I'll earn you more... I won't embarrass you..."

"Roll over."

"Charlie... let me su..."

"Bitch! I said show me that ass!"

There was shuffling and then a series of smacks and gasps and grunts. "Your white fucking ass sure reddens up nice when you get slapped! Spread those cheeks for me... wink at me with that stink eye!"

"Please Charlie... let me be your good cock sucker baby... let me swallow your load like a good cum dump."

"Again with your shit! Well, I'm not gonna hit you! You want to make a choice, have a say? Okay... you chose... which nipple do I put my cigarette out on, or spread your ass cheeks and ask me to fill your ass with cum. CHOOSE!

That's right! Fuck your ass it is!"

"I saved a couple of pieces of chocolate for you Charlie, I know you like it to make your cock slide..."

"Too bad that you did not get that hole greased up and ready for me like a good cock sleeve would. Mabey next time... stupid cunt."

Next were sounds of fucking. Hard, brutal fucking. Heavy breathing... slapping flesh, grunts, yelps...

"Rub that pussy you lazy cunt. You had better cum before me. I like how your ass hole grabs my cock when you cum with me hard in your ass baby... that's right you nasty whore... cum for me, YEAH!!! Take that load up your ass! That's fucking the best!"

There were a few minutes of little to no sound... then Kim, in her regular voice but with a lot of emotion, said, "Oh Chris, I'm so.."

"No Kim, don't... you were perfect. Exactly what I needed."

"Can I hold you? I hurt you Chris..."

"I can't thank you enough Kim. You..."

"God Chris... aren't we a pair..."

"But we have hope. We will get better. We just have to keep at it. Go... go back to bed and rest honey, I'll clean up and put things away in the morning."

I retreated back to bed rather than risk getting caught with my ear to the door.

Kim slipped into bed and curled up next to me. And was sound asleep in moments.

Walking into the house after work, I noticed again how clean and well kept the house was. The boys were clean and dressed out well. Lately they seemed to be well fed and smiled more, fussed less.

Kim yelled from the bed room, "We're all in the bedroom Jeff."

I made my way to the door after putting my lunch box in the kitchen. Ethan was playing trucks on the floor, Caleb was busily sucking on a tit, getting his fill. Kim sat with her shirt open, both tits out. Caleb had a hand full of the other breast, clawing in satisfaction the way I had seen cats do. Kim titled her face up, pursing her lips, so I bent and kissed my smiling wife.

"I haven't started dinner yet honey, but when Caleb is done I will get right on it."

"Don't worry... take care of the priorities... I'll get busy on my work, unless you need me to start dinner for you?"

"No... you go build and fix... I've got this."

"I just wanted to say, to let you know, that I have noticed... I like the way the house looks... the way you have been taking care of yourself and the boys lately..."

She blushed a bit, wearing a big grin. "I'm glad... I'm working hard at getting better, not being depressed..."

"Well its working honey, you're doing a great job."

"Chris is being a big help you know... I'm so glad that you helped her and brought her home... even if I was a bitch to you both at first."

"All water under the bridge love... forgotten and gone."

Kim smiled and adjusted Caleb in her arms. I felt little hands on my leg and looked to see Ethan pushing me back, then crawling up and kneeling beside his mom. He latched on to her free nipple and drank a mouthful, then climbed back down and went back to his trucks.

"They share well. That's a good thing."

Another kiss for my wife and I went to make some noise in the other room.

After eating a second helping I told Kim that I had a couple of errands to run, nothing too important, but time sensitive.

"I'm not sure when I will be home. Sorry about dumping you with all of the bed time responsibility and fun..."

"Its okay Jeff. Do what you need to, whatever you think is best. We'll all manage without you for an evening."

Chris asked if there was anything she could do, but I said, "Not really..."

I went scouting... I was looking for Charlie. I did not know a lot about him personally, except that he skulked around the grocery store and did business with the adult peep show emporium down the road. Neither place gave him up that night.

I got home, cleaned up quietly, as everyone was several hours into their bed times. Kim rolled into my arms and kissed my chest. I petted her hair.

"Jeff..." she tilted her head up and looked at me. "...I know it's late, and you have work tomorrow, but if you would like, I would like to give you a blow job... I underst..."

"That would be a treat."

She brightened up, "Really?"

"Sure sweetheart. I would love that."

" I wasn't sure, you haven't asked in a while so... I thought maybe I had done something..."

I squeezed her tight and said, "You've been pretty down and in the dumps, troubled, preoccupied with the boys... I did not want to add to your burdens... it's not like we haven't had sex..."

"The boys are in the room... that's why I wanted to offer you something... I wouldn't feel free to enjoy making love with them right there... but I could give you a little head if... you were... okay with that..."

"Your touch, your kisses... that would be more than nice..."

As we had whispered, her hand had begun massaging my shaft, bringing it to life. When she scooted downtown, her head on my abs, it blossomed into full bloom.

It was... vanilla. Her normal blowjob. A lot of jacking off and some sucking on the head. Not a lot of reaching or pushing the edge, but, it was something... and it was directed at me..."

"You know I can't reach you, but if you want to turn around, I could give. You a little bit of love too."

She stopped long enough to tell me that it was okay, and that she just wanted to give me some relief... then went back to jerking me off into her mouth.

She swallowed like she normally would, not spilling a drop, excused herself saying, "I will be right back, just want to wash my mouth and brush my teeth..."

I have to admit, I was asleep before she came back to bed.

The next day after work as I walked up to the front porch a couple of ladies walked out carrying tote bags. Both stopped talking as they passed me. They eyed me up and down. I noticed a flush, and a strong scent of... milk? Sweat? No real time to think about it, as they were followed almost immediately by three more. One of the totes was open enough for me to recognize a breast pump. So this was her support group meeting.

The third pair consisted of two women, one of which had to be the "PTA President type" Kim had described. After passing she said loud enough for me to hear, "That must be the husband... for him I might consider suspending the no men rule."

Her companion giggled and they looked back as they walked on.

Chris met me at the door with a hand on my chest. "Can't go in yet... ladies still putting "things" away. Kim is good, your mom is the child volunteer today, and she has been behaving herself and very attentive to the babies."

"Okay... I've got things to do... I'll be back late, don't wait dinner."

As I turned to go Chris took my arm and held me for her question.

"Is everything alright Jeff?"

"Its all good. Just some things I have to take care of. Nothing to worry about." I left the porch and called back, "Let Kim know please. Tell her it's nothing related to anything she is working on. Make sure she is not worrying over this."

"I will."

It was several hours later that I found Charlie working a gas stations customers for spare change. I watched from down the street with a small monocular. I established that he was working alone, on the front, but every 30 minutes or so, he would duck behind the station. I set up in a different place to observe him making that quick trip to the back. I did not see anyone pop up when he went back. He was checking on the gear he had stashed behind an empty retail rack propped up by the dumpster.

I coasted to a stop, the rear of the car right next to the rack, the front, facing away from the direction Charlie always came. I left the car and hid in a shadow that Charlie would pass just before he saw the car.

He was proving to be a creature of habit, which is not a good strategy when you should be watching for an ambush. Maybe he had convinced himself he was too big a presence to worry about someone trying to rip him off... maybe he was, in his world. With me there, it became my world, not his.

He came around the corner, passed me in the darkness of the deep shadow, and stopped for a brief second upon seeing the unexpected car. A second was less time than I needed to turn his lights out. A sap is an excellent blunt force weapon... something an old army guy told me once... it is always quicker to turn off the lights than it is to drain the pipes. I wasn't aiming to kill him, though I might have hit him a little harder than was absolutely required...

He collapsed without as much as a grunt. I popped the trunk and loaded him and his hidden stash in. A quick set of zip ties, ankles, wrists and elbows... then a piece of tape and a hood. Less than five minutes after Charlie walked around the corner and I was turning on the headlights half a block away heading for the high dessert.

It was time to get up and go to work by the time I had gotten home and grabbed a quick shower, so I dressed and headed out again, kissing Kim goodbye as I did every morning.

When I got home a somber group was waiting. My mom, my sister, my wife and Chris were all sitting around the table. I walked in the door and my sister jumped up, smiling, with a greeting on her lips when my mom said sternly, "Jeni! Sit back down!"

My sister, recognizing a tone neither of us had heard since we were little children, reacted like one of Pavlov's dogs. She sat down, quick and hard, causing her, all but bare breasts, to bounce and spill out of the modified bib overalls she was wearing, without so much as a tube top to add a modicum of modesty.

Mom scowled in her general direction.

Jeni had a pair of short shorts made to look like bib overalls, and a pair of loose sandals. She tucked her nipples behind the bib, not that that covered up much... her makeup matched her blue tipped hair... trendy and overdone.

Mom sat there at one end of the table in a thin pull over, off the shoulder shirt made popular by yoga moms and 90's Jazzercise VHS tapes, and a pair of... what I can only call "Capri" pants and sandals with a 3 inch wedge. With no leotard top under the shirt, her erect nipples stood out, pushing a bar piercing through one nipple against the material. Mom also wore a thin choker on her neck.

Kim sat across from my mom, nervously fidgeting, glancing around, wanting to be somewhere else, but too curious? too interested? to be anywhere else. She was wearing a nice blouse and skirt, her hair and makeup done as if she cared and heels with hose. She could have gone anywhere less than formal dress, and fit right in without changing a thing. I glanced around and the house was spotless with everything picked up and in place.

Chris sat opposite Jeni on the far side of the table. She looked very professional, up to and including the pencil in her hair and the note book under her hand.

Chris began to speak. "Jeff, I think..."

"Where are the boys?"

"They are safe. I..."

"That's not what I asked." Chris sat up as if I had slapped the table right in front of her.

"Kim, where are my sons?"

"Mrs... Mrs. Clareon next door... she is watching them at her house. I... Icangogetthem." She stood up as she ran the last sentence into one word.

I shook my head and told her, softly, to sit down. Mrs. Clareon was a 60 year old Grandma, of the "no nonsense" old school, and she dotted on my sons.

"Thank you for answering the question that I asked... now... what's going on?"

Jeni and mom both started talking and rather than stop and let the other start, they just continued to talk over each other.

"Stop!"

I had not used that Marine Sargent's voice in a while, it surprised me how easily I fell into it. Everyone stopped talking and sat motionless staring wide eyed at me.

"Chris... can you tell me what's going on?"

Her doctor mode kicked in and she succinctly explained that my mom and sister had an issue that they could not resolve and wanted my input.

There were two more straight back chairs at the table. I pulled the closest one out and away from the table. I set it back, about equidistant between mom and Jeni, not showing regard or favoritism towards either.

"Okay... one of you start and tell me what you need my input on."

They looked at each other and mom tilted her head to indicate that Jeni should start and she would wait.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

Mom snorted but looked down and was quiet after I threw a look at her.

"I went for a walk in the park up on central. That's all."

"Mom?" I asked when Jeni sat back, indicating that she was done.

"Just a walk in the park my ass! She went to the park, during the day when people are there with families, wearing THAT for goodness sake. Tits bouncing around, nothing to cover them or maintain modesty. She came home bragging about all the attention she got from guys, even guys with their girl friends... she told me that a group of guys hooted and hollered and one guy shouted that she should show them her titties... and she did! Go ahead you little show off. Show your brother what you did."

With only a moments hesitation Jeni smiled a big grin while she used both hands to scoop her tits out from behind the bib and bounce them in the palm of each hand.

I nodded that I understood and motioned for her to stop and put them away. Crest fallen, she complied.

"Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she walked herself down the path that everyone uses to go hide in the bushes. A goth girl followed her in. Your older sister ducked into a bush and waited, and sure enough this girl followed her in."

"Nothing happened mom!"

"Tell him the truth! Tell him what you told me before I stopped acting like a school girl friend and more like a mom!"

Jeni hung her head and said, "I stood there not really knowing what to expect. She just looked at me, then stepped close. I thought she would kiss me, but she stuck her hands in my top and grabbed each boob and pulled them out again. She squeezed them kind of hard, then bent down, while she pulled up and licked each nipple once. Then she dropped them, turned and walked back out to the path and left. She never said a word... not a please or a thank you. But it turned me on SOOOO MUCH!! I almost started rubbing myself right then, but then I thought..."

She paused so I told her to "Go on..."

"I thought that I could tell mom and we could both get off together."

I looked at my mom who raised her chin in a little bit of defiance. "She told me that she had a very sexy story to tell me but she would only share it if I ate her pussy while she did... she dropped her pants and I started in on her... I wanted to hear the story... but I stopped as soon as she told me about how stupid she was acting. I told her she was being a slut and a pervert and pulled her over my knees and started to give her a spanking but she just fingered herself while I did... what kind of punishment lesson can she learn from that? I can't spank her hard enough anymore to get her attention. You need to give it to her good! I can't control her anymore..."

"You can't control yourself! Why should you get to control me?"

Then the sniping and bickering started.

"Both of you knock it off!"

They both stopped. Jeni stuck her tongue out at mom... mom returned it

I was quiet for a minute while I thought...

"Mom, how long have you been eating pussy?"

She glanced at Chris.

"Don't look at her! Answer the question!"

"The first time was after my first session with Chris."

"Who?"

"I don't have..."

"Who's pussy are you eating mom!"