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I ran all the way to the clinic, running as fast as I could, and still managed to be ten minutes late. Bursting through the doors, I went up to the receptionist, gasping and out of breath, and tried to explain who I was and who I was here to see.
“Hello, Dean.” My mother said from the doorway to her room, a scowl on her face.
I was in trouble.
My mom works as a doctor at the local clinic, practising a couple of days a week and one thing that always pisses her off is when people are either late or miss their appointments. She’s told me and my two sisters that time and again which is why she’s really pissed at me being late. Sure, I had an excuse, but it’s not one I could tell my mom. How would she react if I said “Sorry, mom, but I was just tit-fucking my 18 year old younger sister so I lost track of time”?
“Hi mom.” Was what I managed.
She looked at her watch, then walked over to the receptionist, taking the sheaf of notes from her. Without another word to me, she returned to her room.
“Best of luck.” The receptionist said to me with a smile.
I followed mom into her surgery and closed the door behind me. She sat behind her desk and, without looking at me, pointed to the examination couch off to one side. I hopped up on to it and watched her as she read my notes.
With everything that had happened between me and Shannon, I found myself checking out my mom and was kinda surprised. I’d always thought she was good looking and a bit of a MILF but for the first time I noticed her as a woman. She wore a white lab coat over a simple black skirt and white blouse, her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and she wore small specs over her deep green eyes. She stood about 5 feet 5, only slightly taller than Shannon, and kept in shape with regular visits to the gym. What really caught my eye, though, were her 38FF tits that seemed to want to burst out of the blouse beneath her white coat.
“Let’s get this done then, shall we?” she said finally, putting my file aside and standing up.
“Mom, I’m really sorry I was late, I just got held up with something and I ran all – “
She held up her hand to stop me babbling. “I’ve told you and your sisters countless times that I don’t like my patients being late. You’re my son, you should know better.” She said. “Now, open your mouth.”
I did as she asked, opening my mouth, turning my head, looking up at the ceiling, looking down to the floor, raising one arm then the other, all the usual stuff for a physical. I’d applied for a job which insisted on a clean bill of health and, as my mom was a doctor, it seemed logical to have her do the examination.
I took off my T-shirt when she asked and we both laughed when her cold stethoscope caused me to jump as she placed it against my chest. The weird thing was, as she was checking out my chest and back, she was occasionally running her hands across my muscles. I’m no Arnold Schwarzenegger, but I work out regularly and am in good shape, and mom was definitely appreciating me. By the time she said “Okay, Dean, time to drop ‘em.” I swear I was half hard.
I watched my mom watching me as I dropped my jeans, my thick cock bobbing in front of me; in my haste to get here, I hadn’t bothered pulling on my boxers. Mom’s green eyes widened behind her specs as she took in the length and thickness of my cock.
“Well,” she chuckled. “I guess now would be the time for comments about how you’ve grown up.” She knelt in front of me and looked at my dick, frowning as she did so. “You have something on your penis, Dean. What is it?” I looked down and, sure enough, there was still some of the sun tan oil streaked along my dick from where I’d tit-fucked Shannon. Before I could say anything, mom continued. “And is that dried semen on the head?”