The Doctor's Wife
Staying at home was an order from the governor. There wasn't much for Susan to do except cook for her husband and her son, William. Her husband, Gil, was an ER doctor at Massachusetts General Hospital, in Boston. His long shifts were keeping him away from home, and when he did get home he avoided direct contact with Susan. Moreover, he was dead tired and often skipped dinner. He just wanted to sleep.
One thing about Susan -- she had a terrific sense of humor! She thought a funereal procession was hilarious with the hearse, the grieving widow and of course the young son comforting his mother. She well knew the widow would be fucking her son, as soon as the guests went home. But when it came to her own situation, a married woman and a testosterone-laden teenager, it was no laughing matter. Her husband was always working and she was always horny. She called her son 'Billy' because his cock was the size of a club. In police lingo, you'd call it a baton.
When Gil was in medical school, he met Susan, a sophomore at Boston University, majoring in dance. The BU dance program has produced some of the hottest women in Hollywood today. At that time she was a brunette, and earned college tuition by working in a strip joint in the Combat Zone. You had to have a warped sense of humor to work in those clubs, mostly patronized by young hoodlums, horny, and tough enough to put up with the Italian thugs who ran those establishments.
She was busty, with pointy tits, long legs, and an ass that made your mouth water. That was twenty years ago. Today that area is part of Chinatown and consists mostly of Asian cuisine restaurants. And these days, Susan danced only in front of her mirror, pretending she was stripping for a bunch of horny drunks, while Billy wondered what all the fuss was about.
She read voraciously, mostly novels written by women about their shitty trials and tribulations. Although the women in these novels would never admit they needed to get laid, they spent most of their time crocheting and gardening. They had a common gripe -- they ostensibly hated men.
When Billy was born, Gil was an intern, working 18 to 24-hour shifts at the hospital, He wanting to sleep as soon as possible after Susan cooked dinner. When they were dating, fried clams was his favorite and they spent many dates going to the beach, buying fried clams and fucking afterwards. Sleep didn't matter all that much.
Now that Gil was a resident at Mass. General, Susan rarely saw him at home. At least it seemed like he was hardly ever home. Sometimes he worked 24-hour shifts. It wasn't like Gil was in sales or marketing and could have another woman on the side. Being a doctor meant he could maybe fuck nurses, but Gil wasn't a womanizer. His life consisted of medicine and Susan.
Gil was making a good salary at the hospital so they bought a 3-bedroom condo just outside of Boston, in Cambridge. It wasn't a high rise, it was more a garden type condo.
In the evening, during her quiet times, Susan masturbated. If you asked her, Susan would tell you she had too many quiet times. She watched some lesbian porn, and a cooking show, hosted by a size 14 female with massive boobs. She pictured the woman naked with her legs spread apart, being eaten by the guy who chopped onions on the show. The woman's nipples must have been huge!
Susan did love masturbating. Her pussy had huge labia, thick pussy flaps, and with pubic hair that she hardly ever trimmed, her cunt looked totally obscene! Moreover, she was miraculously pregnant!
Not yet forty, Susan was surprised when her doctor told her she was pregnant. How could that happen? She rarely had sex with Gil since he'd been working long hours. But, she remembered, it was on her last birthday! Gil must have ingested a massive dose of Viagra, because after they cut the cake, he fucked her for two hours!! And when he went to piss, his dick was still hard! Sure, she was sore, but it was a helleva screwing!
She jammed two fingers into her vulva and strummed her clit. But it was no use. She was overwrought, horny, angry at life, and disappointed in Gil. If he gave her what she needed and wanted, she wouldn't have to think about Billy. She couldn't really blame Gil. He loved her; he even bought her a new car so she could take Billy to Patriots games, or to the beaches around Boston.
Billy was a 19 year-old sophomore at the New England Conservatory of Music. In fact, he had just turned nineteen. He wanted to become a legitimate violinist, a symphony musician. This required him to practice 5-6 hours a day.
Moreover, Billy was also a tennis player; he was in great shape for a guy who played the violin. He had beautiful long fingers, expressive hands that made girls wet. His brown hair was longish, and his face had soft features. His eyes were penetrating, and when he looked at you, you sensed there was a mystical side of him; he seemed a thousand miles away.
At the thought of Billy, she climbed out of bed and slipped into a kimono robe. She left the room, tip-toed down the hall, and paused outside his bedroom door.
The light was on in Billy's room and she knocked softly. "Can I come in, honey?" she said.
"Sure, Mom."
She shivered in anticipation when she walked into the room. It was apparent that Billy was naked under the sheet that he had draped over himself.
"Got a cigarette, honey?" she asked in a tremulous voice.
"Sure, Mom." He began to get up, but then remembered he was naked. Grinning, he pointed to the dresser top. "Over there." Billy rarely smoked because his tennis game demanded he stay in shape.
She picked up the package of cigarettes with shaking hands and lit one. She turned and gazed at the teen.
"I'm restless," she whispered.
He looked at her quizzically. "Anything I can do?" he said.
She took a deep breath. "As a matter of fact, there is," she said quickly, sitting down on the bed next to him and taking his hand in hers. "Now that you mention it, there is something you can do."
He looked at her.
"I'm having trouble sleeping," she said, bringing her legs up onto the bed. "Talk to me, Billy."
He had been playing with himself, and thinking about his upcoming audition with the Boston Symphony Orchestra. He was also thinking about the woman in the cello section, who sat with her legs spread apart, showing a good amount of thigh.
She gazed at his crotch under the sheet. There was a definite bulge throbbing under the fabric. She caught his eye, and mother and son smiled at each other.
"Were you doing something naughty when I walked in?" she said.
He grinned sheepishly. "Aw, Mom!"
"It's a little bright in here, isn't it?" she said, dimming the lamp next to his bed. She was aware of her nakedness and the moisture between her legs. She took a deep drag on the cigarette and offered him a puff. "We haven't had a talk in a long time."
"What should we talk about?"
"You're growing up so fast," she said. "My little boy is getting to be a man."
"Mom!" he protested. "I haven't been a kid for years!"
She stroked his bare arm and brought his hand up to her lips. She kissed his fingers one by one and heard him suck in his breath.
"You're a good looking guy, Billy," she said.
He accepted the compliment. She sucked his index finger into her mouth and pressed her lips against the palm of his hand. "Does this do anything for you?" she whispered.
He snickered. "It's turning me on, if that's what you mean!"
"Do you mean you're getting turned on when I do this?" She sucked his little finger into her mouth and tapped her tongue over the tip.
"Shit, yeah!"
"But I'm your mother and practically an old woman," she giggled. "Plus I'm pregnant!"
"You're not so old and you're beautiful."
She nibbled on his fingers. "All boys think their mothers are beautiful. Do you really think I'm pretty?"
He nodded and snuggled closer to her. "All my friends think so too. They think you're prettier than any of the other mothers."
"Even Jack Donaldson's mother?" Angie Donaldson was a beauty.
"Yeah. We took a vote once and you won."
"You have no idea how good that makes me feel, honey," she purred.
She reached out and caressed his cheek. She draped her arm around his neck and drew his face down to her growing boobs. Using one hand to open her robe, she directed his mouth down to her tits and offered him a long, red nipple.
"Mom!"
"Suck it, darling!"
He groaned and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
"That's lovely, darling," she said. "That's just what I need."
His lips parted and she fed him her boobs. She pressed her soft flesh between his teeth and she gasped as he began sucking. "Now this one," she whispered, pulling her tit away and substituting the other one.
She guided his free hand to her other breast, and he kneaded and squeezed it while he licked her tit. Her pussy was wet and hot, and she felt a tiny orgasm ripple through her.
"You made me come," she whispered when she caught her breath.
