My Mom's Boob Job

My Mom's Boob Job -- chapter one -- The Consultation

I couldn't believe the schedule was correct. I checked it three times and had my nurse verify it just to make sure. "Dr. Kane, that is what the schedule says and we have her paperwork ready to go. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Sharon, thank you. I'll be right in." I answered.

Beatrice Kane was the patient's name. Augmentation mammoplasty was the procedure. My mother wanted a boob job?

Today was the consultation. She had never even mentioned wanting any kind of surgical enhancements before. No work at all, much less coming to my practice. For this.

My hand trembled when I picked up the chart again and looked. No denying who she was -- that was my parents' address written in her handwriting on the patient demographic sheet. That was her signature on the consent forms. Her driver's license photocopied next to her insurance card.

My mom wanted a boob job?

I knocked on the door twice and entered the room.

"Well, this is unexpected." I said closing the door behind me. The consultation room was designed to be a very comforting and relaxing environment. I spent a lot of time, thought, and money designing the perfect room. Soft furniture, lower lighting, and gentle music. A lot of difficult conversations happened in this room.

"I hope you aren't angry." My mother said as I sat on the sofa across from her. I never thought I would hear my own mother's voice in this room.

"Angry?"

"Well, this is something I've been thinking about for a while, but never told anyone about. Not even your father." She paused and shifted nervously in her seat. Nerves about the procedure? Everyone had those, but not everyone came to their own son for a boob job. "I decided it was time to finally do something for me. Of course I had to come to the best plastic surgeon on the planet for this. Dr. Dominic Kane."

"You're my mom. You have to say that."

"It is still true." She laughed. It was a nervous laugh as she shifted again and crossed her legs. Always an elegant lady my mother was beautiful. Not quite the poster pinup I might need for advertising my cosmetic surgery business, but even if she walked out of here with no work done at all I'd be proud to have a stranger passing by on the street know she walked out of my office.

"Okay, let's get to business. Tell me what you're here for." I opened her chart and flipped to my consultation page. When I looked back at her she was just staring at me. "Are you okay, Mom?"

"Dominic, can you not call me 'mom' when we're about to talk about my tits?"

"I apologize. Strictly professional from this moment forward. Mrs. Kane, tell me what you're here for."

My patient -- my mom -- took a deep breath. "Well, Dr. Kane, I am here because I want to feel beautiful again. I need to be noticed, I want to feel sexy."

I swallowed my own shock and sudden anger I felt toward my father. He had been neglecting her for years.

"I'm tired of your father disappearing every few months to go see his girlfriend he thinks no one knows about. I'm ready to have my life back."

I had known about my father's infidelity for a while, but I had no idea that she knew. I thought I was protecting her when I chose to ignore it. "I'm so sorry. How can we make you feel better and get your life back, Mrs. Kane?"

Over the past few months I had noticed changes she had made. Whenever I would go over to my parents' house things were just different. She had cut her hair in a new way, started wearing makeup and more stylish clothes, she had even joined a gym. Even now she was in a striking purple skirt that rode up over her knees as she crossed her legs and a soft white blouse that flowed when she moved.

"I want a boob job." She blushed. "I'm sorry, I don't know the correct medical terminology."

"That's okay. You don't have to. I'm the doctor. What exactly are you wanting? Lifted? Reduction?" I had seen photographs of my parents before they had kids. Their wedding album, different vacations and family get togethers. I knew from those that she was quite a bit smaller before she had kids.

She wasn't too large now, by any stretch of the imagination, but after have three kids her body still held some weight and her breasts had naturally enhanced quite a bit through pregnancy, childbirth, and breast feeding.

"Lifted. I'm not concerned about a reduction and I definitely don't want to go any bigger." She blushed again.

"Alright." I shifted nervously this time. The moment had come. Every consultation included a physical examination. How could it not? I had to see what I was working with. I had to palpate the area to know what was happening. "I will need to examine you. So, if you will change into the gown and wait for me on the examination table."

I pointed to the small corner of the room. Even that had been thoroughly thought through. No clinical lights or sterile environment for the consultation process. Not in my practice. I had spent a small fortune on a luxurious exam table that included a heated pad, large cushioned top, and a soft reclining angle so comfort was never an issue.

"I am going to step out and let you get changed while I wash my hands. Do you have any questions?"

"Do I leave anything on?" Her eyes flickered to mine and then to the table unable to hold eye contact.

"No, ma'am. I must perform a thorough examination. You can leave your clothing on the sofa here. There is a bathroom through that door if you need it before we get started. I will be back in a few moments." I pointed to the door she could use and stood up.

A few moments later my palms were sweating as I knocked and entered the room again. I didn't say a word as I slid my suit coat off and unbuttoned my sleeves rolling them up to my elbows. The tension in the room was thick as I moved to the end of the counter closest to her and washed my hands in the designer porcelain sink thoroughly and dried them.

"It's kind of cold in here, Dr. Kane." She said when I turned to her.

Was it? I thought it was quite warm. "I apologize Mrs. Kane. This wont take very long and you can put your clothes back on." I started with a routine examination listening to her heart and her lungs. Everything sounded normal.

Not for me though, my own heart was racing. As I tried to concentrate on her heartbeat and listen to each portion of the pumping my eyes fell on the small stack of clothing at the end of the sofa where I told her to leave them. The striking red color of her bra and panties -- folded neatly on top of everything made my mouth run dry.

They were not just an average pair of bra and panties that a mother of three -- a grandmother of one and another on the way thanks to my younger brother and his wife -- would wear. Vibrant red, lace, and very skimpy. Lingerie meant to entice a lover. Not something one should wear to a doctor's office.

"Everything okay, Doctor?"

"Shhh, I'm listening to your heart." I said and tried not to blush. A single bead of sweat ran down the back of my neck as I licked my lips trying to find some moisture. "Everything sounds great."

I ran my hands up under her ears to check her lymph nodes. I could not proceed with any procedure if she showed any signs of infection, but nothing was wrong there either. As a doctor I am highly trained -- fourteen years of training to become a plastic surgeon -- and I am three years into my own private practice after a grueling six year residency with the top physicians in my field. I am trained to look for all of the reasons not to move forward with any procedure.

She had none.

"Alright. I will need you to remove the gown now." I said desperately grasping for my professional distance. She is only a patient. Right now she deserved every respect I would give a complete stranger.

My mother reached behind her neck and the gown moved with her. The size of her breasts could not be hidden by the thin material as she untied the strings that held the gown in place.

Another bead of sweat ran down my spine as the room temperature rose even more. Her arms came back down and with them the gown.

I stood directly in front of her as she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and let the gown fall completely off of her.

My eyes fell to her breasts and I had to swallow the lump growing in my throat and I quickly prayed she didn't see the one growing in my slacks. I had never had any kind of inappropriate reaction to any patient before in my life. Even those tiny supermodels that showed up with unrealistic expectations.

Those stupid models weren't my mother. They weren't the beautiful, curvy goddess now completely exposed on my exam table for me to see everything.

I swallowed again before I could speak.

"The symmetry is perfect." I began hearing how soft and weak my own voice was. I felt her staring at my face as I tried to at least keep a professional mask on. "The sagging is minimal despite three rigorous sessions of breastfeeding. Tone is immaculate."

I heard a quick intake of her breath as I continued and reached forward. There is no physical exam without the physical touch. My heart pounded in my chest as my hand moved toward her flesh. Her nipples were rock hard, both large and extended longer than I would have guess. Was that from the temperature of the room she claimed was cold, or something else? Something darker?

She inhaled sharply as my hand covered her breast. I felt the weight of my own mother's glorious tit for the first time in my life that I could remember. Our eyes met as I held her breast and let my thumb lightly rub across the nipple bringing another sharp intake of her breath. "How's the sensitivity?"

"Fine." She barely whispered. I brought my other hand up to her moving my entire body closer between her legs and lifted her other breast. She pushed them against my hands as she stared into my eyes.

"Is this one as sensitive?" My own voice not much more than her whisper had been. My heart raced as my cock strained in my pants.

"Yes," she barely spoke as our eyes lingered. I ran my hands underneath both of her big tits and lifted them up. Her eyes lidded heavily in pleasure. Oh what I would give to see full pleasure racked across her face.

"Mom," her eyes shot back open when I broke the professional mask. "I need you to lift both of your arms over your head."

"What? Why?"

"It's part of the exam." I kept my hands where they were as she lifted both of her arms and her breasts shifted. The sagging truly was almost non-existent. Very shocking from a medical stand point that a woman of her age and size. Her hard nipples poked out even more in this new position and I felt the heat rising from between her thighs.

"Dominic..." she breathed again and my cock nearly tore through my pants at the pleading in her voice.

"Have they always been so sensitive, mom?"

"No," she glanced at me. "Breastfeeding you, your brother, and your sister had a major impact on them."

"Did breastfeeding arouse you?"

"Dominic!" She gasped as I scraped my thumbs across her nipples again.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, mom. A lot of women find it pleasurable." I smiled at her.

"That has nothing to do with this." She said lowering her hands which only caused her tits to thrust harder into my hands.

I reluctantly released her breasts and took a single step back. She took the distance as reason to cover back up. "I can't recommend surgery, mom. Your breasts...are...perfect." I couldn't breathe. The room spun violently around me as she covered herself back up with the spell now broken.

"Thank you," she whispered but I saw the rejection in her eyes. Rejection she had felt too many times. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time, son."

"No, wait!" I called out as she stood up off the table and grabbed her clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. What had I done?