For several moments, she watched the young employee study the hot wax with an air of indecisiveness. When ready, the employee pulled the wax from her pubic hairs.
"Oww!!" Rachel howled, as her entire body jerked.
This was her first time getting a Brazilian wax and the pain was almost blinding. With the family vacation to a tropical island coming up, she told herself that this would all be worth it, and that she'd look great in a bikini.
The young employee jumped in surprise. "That's... um... normal."
"It stings a lot! Are you sure that's normal?"
"Well, uh... your skin isn't used to this. So I think, umm, your skin just needs to adjust and you'll be fine."
Rachel tried to suppress her skepticism. "Okay, whatever you say."
Another painful layer of wax was applied to Rachel's pelvic area. It was such a large amount that some dripped down alongside her precious labia. She nevertheless put her trust in the employee and gritted her teeth.
After several more excruciating minutes, all the hair was finally removed from the upper portion of her intimate area. In addition to being too hot, there was a strange itching sensation that spread throughout her vulva.
Rachel thought this would make an amusing story to share with her friends, knowing they could all relate to this Pussy Wax Torture. But when the wax accidentally landed on her clit, she was forced to bite down to keep from screaming. The young employee seemed unconcerned and simply waited for it to cool before removing the glob from her most precious body part.
By the time every single hair had been removed from her crotch, along with the surrounding area of her anus, Rachel was miserable.
"It's beautiful," the employee smiled, while holding a small mirror between Rachel's legs.
Rachel noticed the gleam in the employee's eyes. This young employee was definitely attracted to her pussy. When Rachel looked at the reflection of her pussy in the mirror, she could see why.
Although slightly red around the sides, her pussy looked like a porn star's! Without the cover of pubic hair, her clitoris and labia had a chance to shine.
"Thank you," Rachel said to the smiling employee. "I look like a completely new woman."
She knew her husband would be thrilled seeing this later tonight. More than that, she thought about how this would look to certain
others.
It would surely be seen as a nice treat to those 'in the circle.'
Just thinking of these deep dark secrets made her pussy wet, right in front of the young employee, who was getting a real eye-full at the gushing.
***
Later that afternoon, Rachel stepped out of the shower and couldn't believe how fresh she looked in her downstairs area. Wiping the steam from the mirror, she enjoyed a better look at her reflection. Yes indeed, she was a very sexy MILF.
Rubbing her crotch, she felt the smooth, hairless skin. It still stung slightly, but she figured it was normal. In the mirror, she studied the reflection of her labia. They were shaped like a beautiful butterfly.
She spread her legs and tilted her pelvis for a better look. The large red patches on each thigh that traveled up to her labia were still there and stung when her fingers made contact with the irritated skin.
Panic was starting to set in. She thought the shower and some lotion would help soothe her skin, but it didn't.
Since the sloppy wax technician also inadvertently applied the apparently toxic wax to her clit, it was affected just as intensely, if not more. Alarm coursed through Rachel's brain. Was this a burn or an allergic reaction?
While still naked, she went to the bedroom to check her smartphone. Surely she could find information about waxing complications online! Several minutes later, she was somewhat relieved to read that mild skin irritation was to be expected. But her physical reaction seemed much more severe and widespread.
Thankfully, she had an in-house medical professional at her disposal. Well, one in training, more specifically. Her son was about to graduate from medical school and start his residency. Considering the amount of tuition she and her husband paid for his education, it seemed fair to ask him to look at her rash.
As a middle-aged woman, she was meticulous with her health. Taking good care of her body was critical at this point in her life. She and her husband enjoyed an active sex life and preserving all functions are vitally important.
And as a mother, she was genuinely curious about her son's ability to deal with female patients (especially towards female patients her own age, where more care was needed). While raising Leo, she worked hard to ensure that he grew into a gentleman who treated women with great respect. Hopefully those efforts were successful.
She put on something presentable for the occasion -- a lingerie and panty combo, along with a silk robe -- and headed over to her son's room.
Rachel went down the hall and saw that Leo's door was open. He appeared to be taking a break from studying for board exams. Medical books were strewn across his bed, while he was doing stretches and breathing to relax.
Rachel leaned against the wall, like a supermodel posing for a photoshoot, sporting a playful smile. Having definitely caught his attention, her son gawked the moment he noticed the lingerie and seductive stance.
"Surprised to see me like this?" she asked, jokingly.
"Actually, yeah."
"I need your help with something. It will only take a minute or two."
He stood upright and took a breath. "Something medical?"
"How did you know?"
"The way you're dressed," he smiled. "What's up?"
"Do you know anything about skin?"
"I'm no dermatologist, but I did a derm rotation this year."
Rachel nodded. "Great! This is a little embarrassing, but since you'll be seeing female patients regularly, think of this as an early start."
"I already know how to deal with women," Leo winked. "Besides, your skin already looks great. Did you want recommendations for sunblock for the trip?"
"Actually it's related to the trip, but it's about something that happened today."
"What is it?"
"I got a Brazilian wax," she admitted.
"TMI!" he said, while waving his hands. "Too much information! I mean, seriously?"
"Hey, you want to be a doctor, right? There's no such thing as TMI in medicine!"
Switching gears, he settled down. "Okay, okay. Tell me what happened."
"My skin is irritated."
"That sounds normal. Your pubic hair was just yanked out with hot wax."
"You're right. According to Dr. Google, a mild redness is normal."
Leo looked confused. "Then what's the issue?"
"The person who waxed me is a complete idiot."
"How so?"
"It hurt a lot," she explained. "The way it was applied and pulled seemed very rough. I think it was either too hot or maybe I'm allergic to the wax itself. The place has 2-stars on Yelp. I don't even know why I went there."
"Well then, you're having a reaction to the wax. It doesn't sound so bad."
Her eyes rolled around as she stalled. "Actually... Some of the wax dripped on my lips."
"The wax dripped on your mouth?" Leo asked, confused by how that could happen.
She pointed downstairs. "My other lips. My labia. And my clitoris. Some got inside, too."
"Yikes! And the employee pulled off that wax?"
"I'd still be crying if that had happened. No, she recognized her error and she wiped it off with a towel. A woman's lips are very sensitive, like a man's penis, I'd imagine."
Leo shuddered and shut his legs. "Sounds painful. Have you tried lotion? Ice patches? Skin cream? I could run to the store if you loan me a few bucks to cover the cost, plus service fees."
"How nice," she said sarcastically. "I'm hoping you're mature enough to actually look at it, since you're a medical professional now."
"You want me to look at your crotch?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Rachel wavered. "Well, can you at least look at the sides? Come on, you know I'd never ask unless I thought it was an emergency."
"Can't you just run up to the Urgent Care?"
"Look, all I'm asking for is a quick peek. Really, I need two minutes of your time, at most."
In many ways, this was the moment of truth for Rachel. Would her son rise to the occasion and perform like a noble practitioner of medicine? Did Leo have the fortitude to be professional and courteous towards women, even in the face of unexpected circumstances? Had her efforts to produce a mature, compassionate young man come to fruition?
"Don't worry," he said, reassuring her. "It should be simple to diagnose."
Success! As a mother, she had accomplished something. Inside, she was jumping for joy at his reaction. Outwardly, she played it cool in order to avoid embarrassing him.
She smiled nicely. "Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you big time. How about you sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll show you?"
"Whatever you say."
Leo got into position, trying to be respectful despite the awkward circumstance. In an attempt to keep the mood light, Rachel approached, like a woman walking the catwalk. It worked and her son laughed in response. Then she gracefully lifted one leg and placed her foot on the bed. Opening her robe, she lifted her lingerie and revealed her small panties.
Sure, her son had seen her in lingerie before, mostly when she wandered the house on hot nights. But her panties? This was completely new territory for them. After all, mothers should maintain modesty in front of their children. That had always been her philosophy as a parent.
She heard her son gulp while looking closely at her panty-covered crotch. She briefly wondered if he liked the sight, but quickly banished the improper thought. This was her son!
"Now I'll tug these a bit," she said. "So you can see the sides more clearly."
Rachel pulled the sides of her panties, lifting them up and to the center so that her labia were exposed. She pulled a little too hard and felt her outer lips nearly escape their fabric covering. Unintentionally, she gave her son a panty camel-toe to study.
"Jeez," he said, closely examining her private parts.
"What is it?" A note of hysteria sounded in Rachel's voice. "Is it serious?"
