Sunday morning finally arrived and I wasn't sure what to think. My mom didn't give me my morning treatment because Nurse Emily said not to. She wanted me ready for an evaluation or some such thing. My mom and I walked across the front lawn to her house and knocked on the front door.
It only took a moment before Emily opened the door with a warm greeting. "Hello, hello. You're right on time," she said. She closed the door behind us and led us into the living room, offering my mom a seat on the couch. The coffee table was already cleaned off and she asked me to sit on it once again.
"Can I get you anything to drink? Water, soda, coffee?"
"No, no thank you," my mom said, looking a little nervous.
"Ok." Emily took a deep breath and smiled down at me. She was wearing dress shorts and a flowery, loose-fitting blouse that was tucked into the shorts. "So, young man, how are you feeling? It's been a week now, have you noticed any change?"
"Well... yeah," I said, stumbling over my words. Her breasts were pressing against her top and I could see her nipples press into it. It was pretty easy to assume she wasn't wearing a bra. "I feel a lot better now."
"No pain or anything?" she asked. She took a hold of my wrist, holding it like she was taking my pulse.
I shook my head. "No... no pain."
"Have you been able to urinate ok... no issues?"
I nodded. "Yeah, that's going ok."
She grabbed a stethoscope and put it on my back. "Take a deep breath... exhale. And again." Then she moved to my chest and repeated the process.
"Good!" she seemed really pleased. "And the exercises I gave you seems to have helped with your erection issues?" She looked between my mom and I, trying to get feedback from both of us.
"Yeah, they seemed to have helped a lot," my mom said. I nodded, deciding to simply agree with her.
"Good. Excellent in fact!" Emily smiled at us and set the stethoscope aside. "You two have really done well this week then. I have a feeling that he's going to come out of this one hundred percent."
My mom and I looked at each other and she smiled at me. "I was really happy to have been able to help this past week," she said. "And I appreciate the help and guidance you've given us."
"I bet. I bet," Emily smiled down at her. "I'm sure it wasn't easy... but it was necessary. So, today, I just want to do a final evaluation to make sure things are ok."
"Oh, yes, definitely," my mom said. I, again, just nodded in agreement.
"Ok, then, why don't we get started. Vince... why don't you remove your clothes so I can do a visual inspection, you know, make sure there's no bruising and what not."
I'm sure I blushed in embarrassment as I stood up. Both Emily and my mom were watching me intently as I slid my shirt off, then started unfastening my shorts. I pushed them down and kicked them aside, leaving me only in my boxers. I put a hand in front of my cock to hide it from view. It was just starting to get hard, tenting the front of the thin material.
"Underwear too, please," Emily said, smiling, looking down and pointing.
I looked at the floor as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid my boxers down my legs as well, leaving me completely naked. I used both hands to hide my junk now.
"Nice. Very nice," Emily said. She walked in front of me and grabbed my balls, fondling and pulling on them, pushing my hands aside, and looked right into my eyes. "Turn your head to the side and cough for me." I did as she asked. I faced her again and she slowly slid to her knees, looking up at me, grinning deviously. She grabbed both of my hands that I'd put in front of my cock again and pulled them away, baring my cock completely to her. "No need to hide this," she said, looking at it intently. "It looks good," she whispered as she gripped my cock with one hand and lifted it, moving it this way and that, inspecting it for any damage. I grew even harder feeling her warm breath on my skin, her hand just barely stroking up and down it.
"I don't see any damage at all," Emily said, "and... it appears to be getting a little... hard." She giggled and her hand stroked more noticeably. She smiled at my mom.
"Maybe... maybe we shouldn't get him riled up," my mom said. She sounded almost... jealous.
Emily giggled. She released my cock and told me to have a seat on the coffee table. I sat down and covered myself again with my hands. She went and sat beside my mom on the couch. "What good is that? I want to get him riled up. I want to see how easily he gets excited without physical stimulation."
"But we don't need to... you know... corrupt him."
Emily giggled. "Nicole... you've been corrupting him for the past week. I'm not doing anything different."
"Saying it that way makes it seem like I did something... wrong."
"Well... whether it's right or wrong doesn't matter. It looks like he liked it," Emily said, nibbling on the tip of her finger. "Didn't you Vince? Did you like mommy's sweet mouth and pussy on your cock this week?" Emily unbuttoned a button on her blouse, leaving the top open to show her cleavage. Her hard nipples were clearly visible now.
"I think maybe we're pushing this too much," my mom said.
"Oh? You can't unfuck him," Emily said, getting closer to my mom until their legs were touching, their faces so close now. "You might as well continue to enjoy him."
"I don't know... he's... he's my son."
"He's the son you've been fucking," Emily said, matter-of-factly. She looked at my crotch lewdly. "And he does have a nice cock."
My mom looked at her for a moment, a little shocked that she would say such a thing. But Emily just leaned forward and kissed her, passionately, one hand on the back of her head, the other on her stomach. It was incredibly erotic and I couldn't look away. My mom didn't seem to want to participate, so after a few seconds Emily broke their kiss. "Don't be shy now. By the way he looks, he's enjoying the show. And it's been so long since I've had a good fuck."
"But... he's my son," my mom weakly protested. She knew that what she'd been doing the last week was probably wrong, given how Emily was discussing it, and now was starting to feel guilty.
"That's the best part," Emily smiled. "When you keep these things in the family, it makes it so much better." Emily kissed my mom again, deeply, and my mom seemed to be enjoying it and participating more and more. "Besides... you love it... and you'll love how I make you cum, too."
My mom tried to say more, tried to protest, but Emily only kissed her to silence her. Emily's hand slid up and began squeezing my mom's breast, tugging at her shirt, unbuttoning several buttons to open it a little. Then her hand moved down and grabbed my mom's leg, pulling it over hers in order to spread them apart, exposing my mom's pussy to me. Her hand slid up her thigh and she started playing with her clit, right in front of me.
"Yeah... kiss me," Emily moaned and my mom kissed her back, just as fervently, moaning as Emily's fingers sent ripples of pleasure through her.
.
Emily then broke the kiss again, and looked at me, specifically at my growing erection. "I think we should give him more than just a little kissing," she said. "I think we could do better at arousing him." Emily moved her hand up again and began unbuttoning the rest of my mom's blouse, sliding inside to grab her breasts and pinch her nipples.
