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Chapter 19
Alison locked the bathroom door behind her as reality crashed in on her world. Cum was running down her leg, her son's cum she reminded herself, her son's young, potent cum that was running from her unprotected womb.
She sat on the toilet and buried her face in her hands. God, what had she been thinking? It was bad enough she'd let Bobby have sex with her yesterday. There was not much she could do to avoid that, with Cynthia and Pamela asking questions; but today, there was no excuse. And now, for all she knew, she could be carrying her son's child; because she couldn't restrain herself from jumping him like some cheap whore.
She pushed down with her pelvic floor, trying to force his sperm from her vagina, in a desperate bid to undo the damage. She could feel it running out of her still. No matter how much poured out, there seemed to be more.
"Mom, are you okay?" Bobby's voice on the other side of the door pulled her out of her reverie.
"Yes." she sniffed, "I'm just...I need a moment, that's all..."
What was she going to do? What if she was pregnant? Then she was struck by an idea: maybe they had a pharmacy?! She could get a morning-after pill. She went to stand; but Bobby's sperm was still running from her opening. God, how much did he... but she answered her own question, remembering all the times she'd nearly choked on the seemingly endless streams of cum he'd pumped into her mouth, when she'd given him oral sex.
"Bobby, can you hear me?"
"Yes Mom, what is it?"
"Can you go downstairs, and see if there's a pharmacy in the shopping mall that sells morning-after pills?"
"Um, okay."
Bobby was still hard from the memories of his mother riding his cock to orgasm after orgasm, her big tits swinging in his face; and had hoped he might get a little more action once she'd calmed down. But right now clearly wasn't the time. He thought about getting dressed, but figured why bother? As he strode down the corridor, his cock swinging about, he looked forward to parading around for awhile. All his adolescent life, he'd had to worry about trying to hide his oversized erections, wearing baggy shorts and keeping his hands in his pockets. At last, he could just wander about, letting it swing free, and getting admiring looks from most of the girls he saw.
He wandered through the lobby and into the shopping area with a swagger. He knew he'd inherited his dad's good looks and physique. His athletic prowess kept him in good shape; and it seemed he'd inherited his dad's big dick too. So why not flaunt what you've got? He was disappointed there weren't more people about. He saw a couple of the hotel employees from the clothed section, who gave him smiles while checking him out; but as he reached the shopping area, he noticed the shops were mostly closed and realised it was Sunday.
"Oh crap, does everything shut down here on a Sunday?" he wondered to himself, as he walked through the centre. When he reached the pharmacy, his question was answered, as he saw the lights were off; and a big CLOSED sign hung in the door.
Shit! He wandered up to the door in the hope there might be someone in the shop that could help; but it was empty. Then he noticed a sign.
IN THE EVENT OF EMERGENCIES
PLEASE VISIT THE CLINIC
ON THE SECONDARY CONCOURSE
He wasn't sure what passed for an emergency here; but he guessed knocking up your mom wasn't on the list. Still, it was worth a try; and in the absence of anywhere else that was open, he figured he had nothing to lose. He found the clinic fairly easily, and wandered in to the small waiting room. It seemed surreal: to be in such a normal looking environment with no clothes on and a semi-hard cock. He was the only one there, so he pushed the desk buzzer; and a few moments later, a pretty nurse walked through from the other room.
She had dark hair that was tied up, and a pair of black framed glasses which gave her a sexy secretarial look. She had a Mediterranean complexion; and her white uniform contrasted with her olive coloured skin. Bobby could see that even under her uniform she had a curvy figure, with what promised to be an impressive pair of boobs.
"Hi there... oh, so you finally made it. I was beginning to think I'd never see you!"
"Excuse me?"
"We met last week... Raquel, remember?" She lowered her glasses so he could see her face more clearly; and he remembered the sexy Hispanic girl he'd met on the first day.
"That's right. I remember you said you were the nurse here." As he cast his mind back, he remembered what a killer body she had, and in particular her tits. He also remembered her and her girlfriend admiring his cock and playing with him; and he felt himself hardening and reaching full arousal again, as her recalled the feeling of the two girls touching his cock and balls and commenting on his size.
"And here I am. Looks like you are glad to see me after all," she commented with a wry smile, as she regarded his cock reaching full erection and bobbing with his pulse. "Why don't you come through?"
She turned and led the way to the office, allowing Bobby to admire her ass as it swayed in her tight uniform. She sat at the desk and turned to him, a faint smile playing over her lips, as he sat opposite, acutely aware of his hard-on standing up against his stomach.
"Well, what can I do for you?"
"Um, well, I, that is, we, had a... erm... accident this morning."
"We?"
"Um, me and my...partner."
Her smile was replaced by a slight frown of concern.
"What sort of accident? Was anyone hurt?"
"No, nothing like that. She's fine. We both are. We were, um... having...err, sex... and err.."
Shit, this was hard work! Jeez-us, telling some girl about what he'd been doing with his mom just before seemed easier when he'd been walking down here. He looked at Raquel, who was regarding him impassively, waiting for him to get to the point.
"Well, she...that is, I...well...neither of us are on...um, birth control...and I didn't...that is, I was supposed to...you know, finish...outside... but I didn't."
"You mean you ejaculated inside your partner?"
"Uh...yea."
"And she's not on birth control?"
"Yeah, I mean no."
