Incestuous Medicine
Day 2-Wednesday September 1
By Charlie Flemming
Copyright 2021 Charlie Flemming
Xania
I arrived at Nancy's doorstep sometime late in the afternoon. It was a strange experience. I'd never been to her house but assumed she lives in suburbia not on some hillside with a direct neighboring house but otherwise surrounded by woods. I saw as I got out of my car that the backyard seemed to have a pool that stretched behind both houses but was surrounded by a privacy fence, which was weird to me because they didn't have neighbors.
I rang the doorbell and Nancy answered right away. I noted she was wearing an entirely black outfit of a sweatshirt and sweatpants that downplayed her physical features. I found this odd as when I knew her ten years ago she was fairly free spirited in how she dressed. As she let me in I thought about saying something about the way she was dressed but then reminded myself I didn't actually care about Nancy's problems anymore.
"Well," I said as I put my bag filled with medical supplies on Nancy's couch, "better get your son so we can get this over with."
Nancy hesitated. "Xania I-" she started to say but I stopped her.
"What could you possibly say?," I told her, "you destroyed my marriage. You made me question everything I thought I could trust. You turned my life upside down and I haven't been the same since. I-" I stopped berating her because Nancy suddenly started crying. For some reason, this only angered me more. "What's your problem now!?" I spat.
Nancy wiped her tears away and took a breath before speaking again, "I know I did all those things. I know. I've only felt guilty ever since. It's my fault. Every time I have sex I-" she realized she said too much and shut up.
"What are you talking about?" I wondered if she was putting on a show for my benefit or not. At that moment I thought it was a lie as she never seemed like the type, when I knew her 10 years ago anyway, that suffered from any sexual hangups.
Nancy blushed and looked away from me. "I haven't been with anyone since then. I haven't even..."
She stopped speaking but I knew what she meant. Nancy hadn't even had an orgasm in the ten years since I had caught her in my marital bed with my husband. I still didn't believe her but it didn't matter. I told her the truth, "I honestly don't have any sympathy for you Nancy. I was just beginning to think of us as friends when you threw all that out the window. You obviously never cared about me."
Nancy sighed, "I don't expect you to believe me but I didn't know he was your husband. He wasn't wearing a ring and he told me he was single."
She was right about me not believing her but Nancy turned to go get her son before I could think up a clever retort.
Nancy
Rob still slept most of yesterday but I heard him up at night while I was trying to get to sleep. Today I know he was at least watching tv or playing one of his video games as I heard something coming through his speakers earlier. We've just avoided each other since yesterday's incident. I was feeling pretty nervous about bugging him then but I also knew if we didn't do this we wouldn't know what medical problem he might have.
I knocked on the door.
"Umm what?" Rob shouted from the other side of the door.
"Can I come in?" I asked, feeling like I was carrying a skyscraper on my shoulders.
There was the sound of some movement and for a moment I wondered if Rob was masturbating again. But when he opened the door a second later I saw that he had just been playing video games in his chair.
Rob opened his mouth to say something but then blushed and looked away from me. He pretended to be straightening his bed but I knew he was just feeling as embarrassed as I did about the event yesterday.
"Xania's here to talk to you" I told him.
"So you did call her." He said, facing me again. He was much less embarrassed with something to distract him I noticed.
"Yeah," I said, giving him a sweet motherly smile. "She's here to talk to you about what happened. She's in the living room."
Rob
I really was having a hard time that day, no pun intended. But after seeing my mother's body covered in my cum, and I mean completely covered, her face streaked with white, her tits, especially her bare cleavage, absolutely dripping, her robe soaked through so my cum was literally making the silk fabric see through as it clung to Mom's skin. I was distraught with images of Mom like that since then and had been trying to distract myself with video games and tv but to no avail. My cock kept randomly getting hard but I refused to touch it because I knew I'd just be getting off to images of my Mom like that. This took an amazing amount of willpower because everytime my dick got hard it was like all I could possibly do was think about sex and wanting to cum.
When she was in my room, she was back to wearing one of her normal, very unsexy outfits but it didn't help at all. I could still see the outline of her fine body underneath and I had to look away before I got another erection.
It didn't matter anyway because a few minutes later we were in the living room with my old doctor Xania.
Not that she was old, she's 5 years younger than my mom. But I hadn't seen her outside of the experiment since I was 8. When I walked into the living room and saw her sitting there in her white doctor's jacket, I only really ever saw her in a professional context up to that point and not as the beautiful blonde woman that she was.
I shook Xania's hand when I came up to her.