Getting married always brings about changes that we do not foresee and expect. This was no exception for me. I had not planned on getting married. Passing 30, I was very happy having dedicated my life to caring for the elderly. A nurse practitioner, I had spent a decade easing suffering for terminally ill and people simply too old to care for themselves.
It was while caring for a woman in this condition that I fell in love with her entire family. She had twin grandsons who are extremely handsome, driving the girls crazy their second year in college. It was they who introduced me to their father, pushing him to take out the "Hottie Doctor".
This gentleman, their father, my patient's son, and now my husband has been the kindest man I have ever met. My love and adoration for him was what pulled me away from my position at the extended stay center. He lived too far away for me to commute. I told myself that I could always find a comparable position closer to my home and family. This could be done at my leisure as finances were well taken care by my husband's income.
This career move was postponed when Hank, my father in-law developed dementia. I suggested that Hank move into our home. I was after all a qualified professional who was looking for a job. My husband teased me that I was insatiable; "Am I and my two college age sons not enough MAN for you?" My wonderful husband's joke had a tantalizing, yet taboo history behind it.
He was certainly man enough, and his son's drove me crazy with their flirting. I was completely shocked the first time that the boys asked me if I planned on breast feeding my new sons.
A simple rebuff that they were a "little big for that" brought an onslaught of comments concerning my breasts.
"Your boobs are the perfect size for big boys" Tom quipped. A reference to my double D breasts that many of the elderly patients appeared to be very fond of as well.
Tim, the other twin rapidly joined in "Two beautiful breasts are perfect for two handsome sons."
I quickly learned that any response would just bring additional flirting. Rather than being embarrassed I soon came to enjoy the flirting. It would be fair to say that I even encouraged it. Encouraged it by little things, such as not buttoning the extra button showing my ample cleavage. More than once I allowed my robe to expose my bare breasts and even my pussy on a select occasion or two.
While the attention from my handsome young men made me look forward to holidays , and they certainly seemed to enjoy their limited time at home, It was my husband and their father who seemed to enjoy it most. As they matured and progressed through college, now about to complete Masters Degrees, he was the antagonist. Buying me sexy clothing just prior to any holiday which would bring the boys home. Flirting beyond his norm, rubbing my ass and asking his sons if they had ever seen a lovelier ass? I would step out of the shower to find Scott had opened and left open the bathroom door.
Any time when the boys were home was a fun exciting time for our whole family. Thus it was with extreme mixed feelings that I received a call from the CDC. The twins had been exposed to a highly contagious strain of influenza. They were showing no symptoms and probably would not be coming down with anything. However, it was a dangerous situation and proper caution must be promptly taken. They were being sent home a couple of weeks before the end of the semester to be quarantined.
My medical experience and motherly love took control. I cancelled everything on my schedule for the next two weeks. Calling the boys cell, as they were driving home, I attempted to get a list of food they would like. As they were to be quarantined, I would be as well. I had but this one opportunity to stock up on their favorite foods. Instead I got a list of movies: Naughty Nurses, Momma Loves Her Big Boys, Twins Stay with Aunt Peg, Big Boobed MILFS. The obvious themes of their choices were flattering and embarrassing. Refusing to discuss this particular subject while in the store, I told them they could download whatever gets them off, even agreeing to watch one video of their choice with them this evening.
Hearing their car pull into the drive way, I met them at the door with tears in my eyes. My boys were in their usual wonderful mood. They were obviously not feeling sick and were in great spirits. They gushed about the excitement of spending days and maybe even weeks naked with their sexy step-mom MILF. According to them, the doctor's orders included strict avoidance of all clothing. With smiles they informed this rule included me since we just hugged. They did not bother listening as I tried to explain that I was not going to buy into their nonsense, as they were busy hanging quarantined, do not disturb signs on the doors.
I excused myself to return to the video chat I was on with husband. As he was on a business trip overseas, I would be forced to handle the emergency on my own. His words of encouragement turned to a smirk and soft giggles. Looking over my shoulder I saw both sons standing completely nude. "Taking Care of your mother boys?"
"Trying, but she keeps rejecting our advances. I mean advice. She will not obey the doctors strict nudity policy"