"Jack, get ready! The appointment is in ten minutes," Leah called up to her son's room.
While Leah waited for her son, she took a look in the mirror. She was critical of herself, but she had to admit that she looked good for 40 years old. She had red hair, a big bright smile, and rosy cheeks dusted with freckles. Her ample breasts created a substantial shelf, and her loose flannel shirt hung down over her small round belly. Her tight jeans hugged and accentuated her toned thighs and butt.
"You coming?" she yelled again.
Jack rolled out of bed, cursing his mom for making a doctor's appointment so early on a Saturday morning. He had gotten in late last night after attending a house party. He considered briefly whether living at home was the right decision while he attended the local college. At the moment, it didn't seem like it was.
"Be right down!" Jack yelled.
Jack rolled out of bed, and slipped off his boxers and t-shirt. He didn't have time to shower, but he would at least put on clean clothes for his appointment. He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his muscles, proud of the body he had developed as a high school swimmer. Although he no longer swam, he was still very well put together. He had pronounced pectoral muscles, and his abs stilled showed the faint outline of a six-pack. Jack threw on his well-worn jeans, a t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt, slicked back his mussed hair, and hid his hair under a ballcap. He realized he really should have showered before his appointment, and blamed his mom for scheduling it at 9 am.
"Did you just roll out of bed?" Leah asked her son, as he skipped down the stairs.
"Yeah. Sorry. It's pretty early on a Saturday for a doctor's appointment."
"You know it's hard for me to make an appointment during the week with my unpredictable work schedule. We're lucky that Dr. Swanson is a friend, and makes time for us to schedule appointments together on the weekend. The least you could do is get up in time to take a shower so she doesn't have to examine your scuzzy, unwashed body."
"Jeez mom, I said I'm sorry. I showered last night before I went out."
"Before you went out, is my point," said Leah.
Leah grabbed her son and pulled him towards her. She pressed herself against him and nestled her nose into his neck and breathed in. The scent of her son went straight to her head. She had to admit she missed the smell of a man, and her legs went weak as she found herself holding a strong man close to her for the first time in too long.
"Not too bad. Let's go."
Jay adjusted his growing erection as he followed his mom out the door into the garage. His mom had pulled him close, allowing him to feel her breasts on his side. He had always thought she was beautiful. Lately, it seemed like his mom exuded sex. He had heard that women approaching middle age experienced a more intense sex drive, and he knew for certain that it was happening to his mom. He watched the movements of her tight ass as he walked behind her to the car.
The day was bright and cold. Leah felt her nipples tighten in the cold air as she got in and started the car. Glancing at her son as he opened the passenger door and sat down, she thought she detected the bulge of an erection underneath his jeans. She admonished herself to stop thinking dirty thoughts as she buckled her seatbelt.
"Buckle up," she said."
"Aw, mom, it's only a few blocks."
"We could get in an accident in a few blocks," she said, in a very motherly tone.
"What'd you do last night?" she asked, to make conversation.
"There was a party at Lewis's place," he said.
"Was it wild?"
"Not really. Just some drinking games and video games. Not too different than high school."
"Were there any girls?"
"Unfortunately, not really. A couple of the guys' girlfriends were around, but mostly it was just dudes from high school."
Leah had mixed reactions. On the one hand she was glad her son wasn't going wild like some kids do when they first go to college. But she also wanted Jack to have success with the opposite sex. But on an even deeper level, she felt a twinge of satisfaction that Jack remained unattached.
"How'd you get home?"
"I just walked. It was a little cold, but not too bad. And I had a pretty good buzz going."
"Hmm," she said. She didn't like to hear that Jack was drinking, but she couldn't fault him for being responsible enough to stay off the road.
Even before the car warmed up, they arrived at the office of Leah's friend, Ann Swanson. Dr. Swanson had a comfy little family practice in the business district of the small college town they lived in. The street was still mostly deserted so early on such a cold winter morning.
They reached the door and tried the handle but it was locked. Leah peered in the window and then used the knocker. She hoped she had the right day.
Soon, Dr. Swanson herself came to the door to greet her patients. She smiled and embraced her longtime friend with a hug. Jack watched the two women embrace, and reflected on how both women were very attractive.
Dr. Swanson very much looked the part of a doctor. She had shoulder length black hair, which she tied back in a tight pony tail. Her jet-black hair set off starkly against her pale skin. So did her stylish black-framed glasses, which sat on her straight nose and accentuated her serious but friendly disposition. She was slimmer that Leah, with smaller breasts and a smaller frame. While Leah was soft and curvy, Dr. Swanson was hard and angular. The difference seemed to also reflect itself in their personalities. Dr. Swanson was friendly, but still had an a very assertive, commanding presence, befitting her profession as a doctor. Jack couldn't decide which woman was more attractive. He decided that each woman was hot in her own way.
Dr. Swanson let them in and locked the door behind them.
"I'm not technically seeing patients today," she explained. "I usually use Saturdays to do some paperwork."
"I really appreciate you taking the time to see us today, Ann. I have such an unpredictable work schedule and it's really hard for me to block off time during the week."
"Of course, it's no trouble at all. I know how seriously you take your health, and Jack's as well," she said.
It was true that Leah was almost obsessive about health issues. Three years earlier her husband had passed away unexpectedly, from a heart attack. He was still a young man, and was not in bad shape. Ever since, Leah was haunted by the prospect of another health tragedy in the family. She insisted on annually getting a full work-up, for both herself and for Jack. She was glad she was so close with Ann, who took her concerns very seriously.
