It was about a week after my last checkup with Nurse Emily, Friday night in fact. My mom and I had continued our sexual relationship over the week, maybe slowing down a little. She didn't demand the twice a day regimen that Nurse Emily had put us on before, so our sex was more... on demand... more spontaneous.
I had to admit, that it was even better like that. One of us would just get a feeling... a need and come to the other to get it satisfied. With me home for the summer break for another month and her working from home mostly, we had plenty of time to get together.
My mom's phone rang at about 6pm and she answered it, quickly moving off to take it in private in the kitchen. She was only on for a little while, and then came out of the kitchen as she ended the call.
"No... I understand," she said, not exactly agreeing with what the caller wanted, but giving in anyway. "I just... I know... yes... ok, ok, I will. Bye."
She set the phone aside and addressed me. "Honey, I have to go run a few errands. I'll be back a little after nine, ok?"
"Yeah, mom, that's ok," I said from the couch. I was looking through my socials on my phone. "Is there anything I can do... you know... to help?"
"No, no honey," she said. "I'll be back." She grabbed her purse and car keys and left.
I didn't even think twice about her leaving and opened up a web browser to look at porn. My favorite porn came up quickly... a mom/son video that I found two days ago. As the movie started, I could feel my cock growing in my pants. I lay back on the couch to get comfortable and opened my pants so I could jerk off a little. I really wanted to prolong my orgasm, though, so as I moved to a couple other videos I kept myself on edge.
DING DONG
At about 7pm the doorbell rang, scaring the shit out of me. I didn't expect that at all. I quickly stopped the video and stood, fastening my pants as I walked to the front door.
"Hey you!" Nurse Emily Bower stood at the door with a bottle of wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. She was wearing a short, navy blue dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders that crossed in the back. The front accented her breasts, leaving her wonderful cleavage exposed, her nipples barely hidden.
"Hey, uh, Mrs. Bower. What's up?" Seeing her again made me feel suddenly aroused. What I did with her... what my mom and I did with her last weekend was... incredible. She was the one that started this whole new sexual experience for me.
"Not too much," she said, her eyes scanning up and down my body, but mostly focusing on my crotch. I suddenly wondered if my fly was down... or if I somehow came and wet my pants.
"What... uh... what can I do for you?" I asked, licking my now-dry lips.
"Oh, just having some... wine." She lifted the half-full bottle and glasses.
"I, uh... I can see that," I said, seeing her swaying a little, her eyes not focusing too well. "You seem a little tipsy."
"Oh, I'm fine," she smiled. "I'm very fine."
I laughed. She seemed like she'd be a fun drunk. "I don't think so. You ok?"
"Yes, silly. I'm fine," she said smiling still. "It's just... I thought I'd come over... see how you're doing."
"Oh... um," I said, a little surprised. I hadn't heard of any kind of follow-up being needed for my injury. After last weekend's... checkup... I thought things were done. "I'm doing fine. My mom's out right now."
She smiled as if she knew that already. "Well, that's ok. Do... do you mind if I come inside? I mean... if she's not going to be here then we'll just have to have some fun all by ourselves."
I stepped back, giving her room to enter. "Yeah... come on in." I walked her into the living room and indicated for her to have a seat. She set the wine bottle and glasses on the coffee table as she sat on the couch. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and helped pull it up a little so that I could see the crotch of her panties... she didn't even seem to care.
"Want to join my party?" she asked, giggling. "Here, have a seat next to me. Have a little drink with me."
As I sat on the couch next to her she poured two healthy glasses of wine and handed me one. She kicked one leg up to turn towards me, spreading her knees intentionally, and I could see her entire panty-covered crotch.
"Oh, uh, I can't... I'm only nineteen," I said, refusing to take the glass she offered.
"Oh, that's ok," she said, making sure I took it from her. "I'm here. You can drink at home with me. So... there you go, take a drink."
I brought the glass to my lips and started taking a sip, as I thought was the way you drank wine, but she lifted the stem, forcing more of the liquid into my mouth.
"There you go. Big swig, big swig," she said, giggling.
I sputtered a little when she released it and I could lower the glass. It wasn't a bad taste, just not at all what I expected. She watched me, gauging my reaction, as she ran her hands over her inner thigh, so close to her pussy. She was looking at me so lewdly... like she wanted to eat me alive or something.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"How am I looking at you?" she giggled. "Besides, you're not even looking at me. At least not at my face."
I blushed. She caught me. "I was noticing... well, um... your panties are showing," I said. "I'm so sorry."
"Yeah?" she asked, grinning. She reached out and stroked my leg, just above my knee. "I'm noticing something of yours, too. Something... growing. You must like looking at my panties."
Damn... caught red handed, betrayed by my own body. "What?" I said, acting like I was just as shocked as she was. "I... I uh... sorry." I gave her a half-smile, trying to look apologetic.
She giggled. "Oh. Yeah. That's ok. Actually that's... perfectly fine. I like that." She licked her lips and moved a little closer to me, her hand stroking my chest and stomach. "Look at you," she practically drooled. "Are you keeping up with your exercises? Is your mommy taking good care of you?"
"Yeah, yeah... she's taking really good care of me," I said. "She always has."
