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Spiraling Downward (Tyr & aprilmay1965)

Jason wasn’t trying to look but neither was he looking away as his mom bent over both to get the soda in the refrigerator and when she brought it to him. He blushed when she called him handsome, because she hadn’t called him cute, and it sounded so much better. So they ate and drank till the most of pizza was done, Jason was enjoying as he shouldn’t the view of his mother’s incredibly sexy body. What he found so amazing had the most of his attention her large breasts and the large nipple that were poking against the material of her top. Where his brother Doug had confessed he was an ass man, Jason had to admit that he had a boob obsession. Not that he didn’t find a few small chested girls attractive, he sometimes did, but in almost every case the girls with the bigger chests had his attention, and if they had bigger nipple that was even better, he would admit it, but maybe because then they were just like his mom's.

So they returned to the couch to relax, and normally Jason would have just played video games, but he was keeping his mom company and that would be rude. So she naturally offered a movie, which had interrupted his brief stare, as he swore that she wasn’t wearing panties or at least not those white cotton ones she normally did. He already could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and all of it was proving quite distracting to a young virgin sixteen year old.

Umm… I don’t know, umm…

Jason as usual was tongue tied, nervous and confused. He wasn’t even sure what kind of films his mom liked, and was probably sure they weren’t the same as him. Even at this young age he’d learned the secrets of the Internet, and all the amazing things that were available for download. Still he couldn’t say that or even confess to that.

Why don’t you pick something mom.

As much as he would have and could have picked a wide variety of titles from the horror to action to soft core to even worse, there just was no way he was going to say anything. So he sat waiting for his mother to pick something, the discomfort of something else even now starting to tingle in his pants.
 
April found a movie she thought she could tolerate and he would like as she started it. She wasn't really in the mood for a movie but it was something to help her mind stop thinking about the position she was in with Tyrone, she had eventually enjoyed what happened, though she was afraid of him, what he might say and do, and the evidence he had against her.

She sat up and leaned over, putting herself on the couch next to her son, letting his arm drape around her shoulders so they could watch together. "it wasn't long ago you were smaller than me when we'd watch movies together" she teased as she felt so small next to her lean tall son.

Feeling his body close to hers was reassuring, she knew she could trust him and he loved her and admired her. She didn't get that feeling from her other son, or anyone for that matter she thought, Her head laid against his shoulder as her legs stuck out over the couch slightly parted. She felt herself relax for the first time in a long time, as the movie went on her hand rested on his thigh and her eyes began to close.
 
The movie began, and Jason settled into the couch to watch, and was feeling a little more comfortable, as the movie offered a distraction from what he had been preoccupied with, which of course was his mother. So when his mother moved and settled in next to him, he almost jumped, because her proximity was unsettling in so many ways right now. Plus he now had even a greater unobstructed view down his mom's top. His mom mentioned them watching movies when he was younger, and he remembered it well.

I remember sitting between your legs and leaning back against you, and using you as a chair as we watched movies.

Jason tried not to react as his mother moved in closer, laying her head against his shoulder. His arm and hand naturally protectively wrapping around her as he felt her warm body press against him, the disquiet tingling returned to his pants as he felt his body begin to react to her womanly proximity. What was he to do? Jason heart was starting to beat faster and faster, the palm of his hands starting to get clammy. He had to just think of something else, anything else, and just ignore that she was so close against him.

You smell nice mom! I hope the movie is good.

There he made an innocuous statement, and now he just had to hope the movie offered enough of a diversion to distract him. The movie was one of those many generic horror movies with scantily clad girls getting in trouble when they wander off alone or with a boy, and the bad guy/thing unexpectedly pops up.
 
April felt her son's arm around her as she settled into him. "thanks sweety, I hope it's good too" she said

Feeling him carress her as he held her like a real date. She almost felt like it was a date as she felt comfortable against her son, so sweet and caring. She rested her hand on his strong thigh as he held her shoulder, her breasts against his side as her head lay on his shoulder.

She could see it was one of those slasher movies, she watched as she closed her eyes off and on, not really paying attention but the screams and violence startled her enough to keep her awake through most of it. Unaware her son was looking down her tank top at her braless breasts as much as he was watching the film, her hand gripping his thigh during the violent part wasn't making it any easier for him to concentrate.
 
The movie should have had his attention, but its draw was nothing compared to the touch and feel of his mother’s body against his. His ragged breathing had absolutely nothing to do with the scenes of terror played out on the screen; his own terror was not so slowly forming in his pants. When her hand came to grip his thigh, it felt like fire, the reaction of his body was swift. A deep intake of air might have been thought to be a reaction to the movie, but it was a reaction to how strongly his young body reacted to the touch of a real woman. As natural and inevitable as the rising of the sun, Jason’s manhood began to grow and expand. Shooting down his leg, the thick long spear of flesh chose that very same leg that was held prisoner by his mother’s hand.

It all happened so fast, and Jason had no way to stop it or even to react to it, it just happened. So between his warm skin and the tightly gripped jeans, the one thing that declared he was no longer just a young boy, but a young man grew and grew. Terror froze him, his mind unable to bring words to his mouth or action to even a single muscle. So he sat ridged his young body doing what came natural when physically encountering a beautiful, sexy and attractive woman. His mouth agape, he sat there waiting for his world to end.
 
April sat watching the movie, amused that her son was so afraid and shocked by the movie. She was the one to be shocked shortly though. She suddenly felt a huge bulge rise under her hand. Her small hand covered his massive swelling shaft. She watched the movie, pretending not to notice, her son obviously embarrassed she didn't want to cause him alarm.

She knew it must be uncomfortable for him, but she held it the same, her hand slowly moved a little as she continued to watch the movie, feeling it throb, she knew it wouldn't take much for the young virgin to spill his load. She fould feel him gasping for air.

She let her fingers slide over the hard head, her body responding to her actions as she felt her pussy tingling with desire, she knew she could never have sex with her son but told herself he needed release and if she pretended she didn't know what was happening, he could get both and deny his mother did this. She knew it was skewed logic but she continued to play with his massive tool.

Her fingers teased the head continually, she worked her hand back and forth, feeling it throb, as she watched the movie..."do you like this.. movie? " she said as she worked his thick head. Feeling him throbbing as a dark stain covered his jeans at the head of his penis, she resisted the urge to taste it, as she rubbed her young virgin son to release, telling herself it was just to help him deal with the uncontrolled situation he found himself in.
 
Jason was horrified, terrified and unbelievably turned on by the strange twist of events. The gasp of breath, the quivering, and shaking his body was doing had nothing to do with the movie, but all to do with the touch of the most important woman in his life, his mother. He didn’t even realize that his young hard shaft was oozing precum, his eyes were closed as he knew he was getting ever closer to something so special. Even when he’d touched himself, it had never felt this good. It hurt, the ache was growing as his mother moved her hand, he naturally assumed she was not noticing his predicament, because he knew that there wasn’t any way she would have done it on purpose. As he got closer and closer, his mother spoke to him, it took him a moment to grasp her words because his attention was obviously somewhere else completely. For her wonderful hand was doing things he only dreamed of.

I…I… like it a lot mom.

And he didn’t mean the movie, because he couldn’t have told anyone up to this point what was happening, and they hadn’t even gotten half way thru it yet. Even before he could truly finish his thoughts, his long thick member began to pulse as he shot his hot sticky virile load down his pant legs.

Uhhhh…. Oh mommy!

Was all he could say as the thrills of orgasm coursed through his young innocent virginal body. He still couldn’t rationally think, and though he knew he should flee he didn’t, he was too afraid to even do that. And the problem was far from done, for he now had even more problems. That musky sent of man seed was already beginning to waft up from his wet pant leg, and his member though having just spent its seed was still hard, the advantages of being so young. His mother still had hold of his leg and member and he just didn’t know what to do. He was just too afraid to even look down, fearing he would see her hand bathed in his seed, though that of course was impossible. What was he to do? How could he explain what happened? Or how good it felt?
 
April let her hand slide off her son's bulge, it wasn't huge but it was a perfect size to please a woman, big enough to feel but not so big it was painful. She flet him softened, as she knew he must be uncomfortable. She reached over, pausing the movie. "sweety, I'm going to change into my jammies for the rest of the movie, I want to get changed, how about you?" she said as she saw him smile in relief as she stood up.

Walking out of the room, she went up and changed into a long black nighty that was split up the side, she decided she didn't want her son to be uncomfortable again so she put on her matching robe, it was satin adn clingy, but not revealing, naivley not knowing at this point it probably wouldn't matter what she wore, her son would be attracted by her.

Coming back downstairs she noticed her son had changed and was sitting back in his spot, she sat down next to him and resumed the movie, leaning back against the couch next to him. She watched the teenagers on screen killed in bloody ways.
 
Jason took the opportunity offered, and when his mother wasn’t looking scrambled up to his room as the movie continued to play on, which was the least of his concerns. Now with her hand no longer resting on his leg, and holding his manhood, it finally began to shrink from it almost painful arousal. Jason quickly discarded his soiled pants and used his underwear to quickly wipe up the mess oozing down his leg. Even though he knew his mother had done it unintentionally it still was for him one of the most amazing experiences in his young life. Safely ensconced in his room, he made quick work of his attire, and went about changing. Considering what had occurred as nothing more than an anomaly, Jason just got into his usual evening attire, a pair of shorts. Normally he slept just in his underwear, and if cold a t-shirt, but going down stairs in his underwear wasn’t practical so he just pulled a pair of shorts over his underwear.

So Jason came down, surprised that his mom hadn’t beaten him. The movie was finishing up so he sat down in the couch to wait for his mother to return, his young bare chest, smooth and firm, void of any hair or flaws. Now that some reasonable amount of time had past, his body had returned to a less elevated and aroused state, and no longer sporting stained pants, Jason was beginning to relax. That was until his mother came down in a sexy satin nighty. Jason’s mouth stood agape for a moment, before he forced himself to turn away and not look, or once again have a situation develop that would totally embarrass him.

Jason figured the safest thing was not to look, not to stare, and not to definitely touch his incredibly sexy dressed mother. So he sat slightly apart, almost ridged as the movie progressed, eyes straight ahead, so as not to gaze upon her amazing body. Jason almost let out a sigh of relief when the first movie came to a conclusion, because he’d pulled it off.

I picked first mom, so it’s your choice for a movie now.

Jason drank his soda and tried to act all casual, as he pushed and fought against all the inappropriate thoughts his young mind was having about his mother.
 
April smiled up at her strapping young son, " I think one movie is enough for me sweety, I'm going to go to bed. Your brother should be home soon, maybe you guys can play some games? It's been a long day, oh, and your father called, he won't be home till tomorrow night, he had to go to the corporate headquarters for something. Don't stay up too late, it's a school night"

April didn't think she could take sitting there for another movie, she was aroused again, which seemed to be a constant state for her. She felt a bit guilty about what she did, and knew her oldest son would be home soon, and was feeling guilty about what happened with his friend. She had no idea that her son knew about her and Mike and Her and Tyrone.

She climbed into bed, her head still spinning, confused, she had made three men cum today and one of them was her son, she was wracked with guilt and desire at the same time. Her body having become nothing more than a sexual vessel. She heard the front door close and knew her oldest son was home, she looked at the clock, and it wasn't even ten O'clock yet, he was home early.

She lie in her bed, she could hear the two boys talking, and heavy footsteps on the stairs, she knew it wasn't Jason's, probably Doug going for a shower after practice and whatever else he did, she figured she knew but didn't want to believe the rumors about him.
 
Jason was a conflict of emotions, he wanted to spend more time with his mother, and yet when she said that one movie was enough, he was relieved. If the thought of his mother finding him in a compromising position was bad, having his brother find out was several times worse.

Sure mom, I understand.

His mom quickly departed, and Jason was making ready to get ready for bed, when Doug arrived. They exchanged normal brotherly pleasantries and insults. Doug asked where mom was, and Jason explained she’d just left to go up to her bedroom. Doug gave Jason a strange smirk as he headed up the stairs, Jason not thinking anything of it took the opportunity to beat Doug to the shower to wash up, he wanted to get rid of the last evidence off of his leg. Doug heard Jason heading to the bathroom and smiled even further as he made his way up to his parent’s bedroom. Doug knocked at the door before opening it.

Just want to let you know I’m home and to say goodnight.

Doug says as he steps into the bedroom to discover his mother lying on her bed in a sexy black outfit. The image of his mother in the tub naked and her sexy tattoo briefly came to mind. Luckily he’d been giving it to Tyrone’s sister Monique and his cock didn’t immediately react to the sight. Doug hadn’t figured out Tyrone and his family, not that he really cared, but he’d been fucking Monique in her room, the whole time her mother was home, and she seemed to think that was perfectly okay. Definitely a different than around his house, where his dad would come unglued. Doug stepped into the room.

You okay mom.

Doug was feigning concern so he could get closer and check out his mother. Even though he believed Tyrone, he still had lingering doubts. As he moved closer his mother would smell the strong aroma of sex and cheap perfume that still clung to Doug’s body.
 
April smiled up at Doug as he moved into her room talking to her, she sat in the bed, her back against the stack of pillows against the head board. She felt his eyes on her and heard his concern, she flet her heart sink a little at her son's concern, she felt guilty for having had sex with his friend, even though she could say she was forced or raped, the face was she desired the young man and enjoyed what happened to her.

"I'm fine sweety, why? don't I seem ok?" she said as he walked closer, she knew he had been with some high school slut all evening, his reputation had not been lost on her ears, she heard the rumors and gossip around town. Her son was athletic and muscular and well built, so it was no surprise that girls liked him.

April felt his eyes fall to her big breasts in the black low cut nightie, she had shed the robe and her nipples that seemed to be constantly hard were thick and long under the satin material. She felt her heart pounding as she realized her oldest son was looking at her like she was just another slut. She found she couldn't make eye contact with him as she sat there nervously.
 
Doug stepped forward, his hand trailing along the edge of the bed as he advanced. His eyes watching, gauging her, seeing if he could see the difference between his mother and the slut that was taking biker cock or his friend’s big black dick.

Oh I don’t know mom, you just seem different of late.

Doug didn’t say what was different about her, or what he suspected. His eyes watching her bountiful chest rise and fall, as she lay there clad only in a low cut nightie. That her nipples poked against the thin material didn’t miss his attention, or that she made no effort to cover herself. Each step brought him closer to her, his body not yet washed of the stench of sex with Monique. The hand now trailing inward, moving along side her body as his fingers lightly glided over the sheet and then her thin black outfit. Ideas were already forming in Doug’s mind, but his brother’s proximity and timing didn’t allow him the opportunity he desired. That would just have to come later.

Is everything okay with you and dad?

His finger trailing up her exposed arm as he finally reach the head of the bed, his young athletic body but inches from her barely covered one.
 
April watched her son's hand trail along the bed, it was strong and skilled, and lead to his muscular arm, she could see him coming into view as his fingers trailed over the sheet. His hand sliding against her black satin nightie as he moved closer. She couldn't help squirm a bit as his fingers touched her before resting over her head on the head board.

Her firm breasts round and full were mostly exposed in the low cut top and her nipples felt like they would cut right through the smooth material as she sat there, feeling guilty and afraid to look up at her son.

She could see his crotch just even with her shoulder as he leaned against the headboard beside her. She felt her heart pounding and wanted to run away but she was in her bed and her bedroom and knew that wasn't an option. Besides, she couldn't very well run away from her son.

She glanced up at him, noting the grin on his lips, almost a sneer, his young eyes showing hurt and distrust along with some disdain and.. was it lust? She sighed, "No, everything will be alright, we're just going through some, uhm.. growing pains in our relationship" she said. Knowing it wasn't anything to do with her husband really, but her need for something more, then again, maybe it was partially do to him, for not being a man she could respect. For trying to stifle her as a woman.

She knew it was confusing for her son's and husband, as it was confusing for her. Although the confusion wasn't anything she hadn't felt her whole life, she had always been conflicted and confused with what she was supposed to do and what her body desired.

"everything will work out ok, honey" she said, hopeing he was heading to bed now.
 
Doug stood next to the bed where his mother was lying there in her sexy outfit, her body barely concealing her feminine charms. He smiled almost a smirk when she said her relationship with father was going through some growing pains, the vision of the her being pounded by the biker coming immediately to his mind. Yeah, he thought she was going through growing pain, learning to take big cocks.

I glad to hear that it’s going to work out. Goodnight mom.

Doug leaned over the bed, and in the past he would have given his mother a little peck on the cheek, but this time his lips came down over her mouth for a kiss. At the same time his firm smooth chest pressed down on her large tits and their perky nipples. The kiss started as nothing more than a soft peck, but it lingered and grew, as it soon became an open mouth kiss. Doug wasn’t going to make his move just yet, he wanted no one around when he did it, but he wanted to see if what he thought was true, was his hot mom a slut. Would she push him off, would she resist his advance, what would she do? Because if she gave him even the littlest opportunity, he’d have his tongue in her mouth in no time, and one of his hands touching one of her big tits.
 
APril smiled as she leaned up to her son, he bent down to kiss her goodnight. Her cheek was passed up as he pressed his lips over hers. His mouth opened as he covered her lips in a kiss that wasn't what a son would give his mother. April let out a moan as her lips parted, her hands went to his shoulders as he pressed harder against her body, her breasts crushed to his hard muscular chest. She squirmed as she pressed against his shoulders.

She didn't push hard as she felt her body melting against his. Her hands still pressed, enough to know she wasn't letting him go further but not hard enough to push him away, even if she could have. She felt her body tingling once again, even though she told herself it was wrong and that he was teasing her. She felt dizzy and her heart pounded under her bountiful breast.

Gasping for air, as she tried to turn her head away, feeling his face follow, her head pressed into her pillows. She was wide eyes staring up at her son. Trying to understand what what he was doing, her mind jumbled in confusion.
 
Doug’s mother didn’t exactly meet his kiss head on nor did she exactly push him away. Though he felt her perky nipples pressing against his chest, and the warmth of her body against his, she was trying in an almost feeble manner to keep the contact minimal. If she had been one of the sluts he enjoyed dating and banging, he would know that he could get more with just a little more effort on his part. Most of them put up a little resistance; like he didn’t know they were sluts, and would give him anything he wanted.

His mom broke the kiss with a gasp, but never did she say no or stop or don’t do that. It was obvious that she’d enjoyed the kiss as much as he did or so he thought. Jason would be out of the shower soon, so getting what he really wanted, just wasn’t possible. So rather than make a scene and ruin what he had planned, he decided to withdraw. Doug kissed her cheek the same peck he would have given a few nights ago, and pushed himself up and off of her, his arm pressing against her breast, and then his hand lightly gliding over the same mound as he moved off of the bed. Being so close she couldn’t help but smell the aroma of sex on him, the stench of arousal and perfume from his prior encounter with Monique.

Thanks mom.

He said with a smirk as he withdrew from the room. Purposely leaving her wanting.
 
April gasped, she was shocked and surprised. She hadn't expected that and especially hadn't expected that she would actually feel some sort of arousal from it. She told herself it was just the naturaly thing of a man and woman, and it wouldn't matter who it was, in fact, it proved she was the slut all the men had been telling her she was.

She sat there gasping, her nipple harder as he pressed his forarm into it, and then let his hands graze over it. She sat there dumbfounded. She was in shock and feeling a bit aroused. She smiled weakly. "yes..sure hon.. I love you, sleep well" she said as he walked out, her head spinning again. She seemed to never be in grasp with her feelings any more, only acting on her arousal and emotions.

April sat for a long while trying to understand why she was the way she was, and what it meant for her son to kiss her like that. Her breathing was heavy and finally calmed down, but the tingle deep inside her was still there.
 
Jason and Doug both crashed, and were soon deep in sleep, as they both had school the next day. Not surprisingly both had dreams of their sexy mother. Pete didn’t come home so April was left alone with her thoughts and dreams.

Both boys were up early as they had school. Neither talked about their mother or mentioned what each knew or experienced in that last day or so. The conversations were the typical about school, friends, and girls. Quickly eating their bowls of cereal, they were soon empty and discarded in the sink.

Jason was the first and said that he had debate club and would be late coming home, because they had a meet coming up and needed to practice, followed by Doug saying he had lacrosse practice. The boys gathered up their backpacks, books and lunches as they prepared to depart.
 
April finished up the dishes, the boys having departed she had to get ready for her day, she had to go tell her family doctor, who was her dad's best friend, that she needed birthcontrol, she wasn't quite sure how that would go. She knew he couldn't tell anyone, but she wasn't sure if he could keep his oath. Dr. Willy was a family friend and had known her since she was born. He was nearly ready to retire but had held on to his practice keeping only established patients. He had to be 70 years old she thought as she dressed and drove over to his office.

APril slipped into her "mom" clothes for the visit, she wore a pair of yellow heels and a white thigh high stockings, a knee length dress that was yellow and buttoned up the front. She arrived in time for her early appointment of 9 o'clock and was let in by the doctor himself. As they got to the room and he started questioning her about what brought her in she felt herself get nervous.

Finally after making him reassure her that he was trustworthy, she explained what she needed, he seemed to sit there a long time before speaking. She nearly jumped when he started to talk to her about what was happening. "I really just need to make sure I have birth control and that I don't have any type of.. uhm. disease, and no one can know" she reiterated as he smiled in a strange way. She sat there still in her dress as he looked her up and down.
 
The family doctor raised his eyebrow and listened to his friend’s daughter. There was obviously something going on, as she asked about STDs, which would be impossible in a monogamous relationship. So obviously she was engage in sex with partner(s) other than her husband. What he wasn’t sure was either with or without her husband’s approval. Though he’d never himself gotten involved in swinging or partner swapping such thing did occur in couples of April’s age, as they tried to again ignite the passion of their stale relationships. Still this didn’t seem likely as she kept saying she didn’t want anyone to know.

I see April. We can run a standard pallet of tests; it will take a few days to get the results back. I’ll need to draw blood and to take a swab. Please get up on the table.

The doctor begins adjusting the leg restraints. Normally he would have nurse come in, but she asked for privacy, so he doubted she would mind that he was doing this alone. The legs restraints in place, he patted the table for her to hop up on and assume the position, so he could get the sample he needed.

I can prescribe a birth control, and can give you the standard set of pills before you leave, that will get you started. We have them now so you can even skip periods if you so desire.

The tone still professional, as the older man began to have inappropriate thoughts about his friend’s daughter.
 
"That would be great Uncle Willy" April exclaimed as she climbed up on the exam table. Leaving her heels on the floor, she put her stocking covered heels in the stirrups. "no one can know about this, right?" she said as she spread her legs. Her panties pulled up to her thighs exposing her red puffy pussy lips, her pussy seemed to constantly desire sex nowdays.

She could feel her ankles in the stirrups as her family friend and doctor prepared her for the exam. Her busty curvy body displayed for him. She lie there, her pussy felt the cool lubricant slipped over her labia and into her channel as she gasped, she could feel the older man's cold fingers shaking as he put the lube on her. She did not feel the gloves on his fingers, but thought nothing much of it as the thin gloves were not necessarily detectable.

She felt her body displayed her legs spread wide, as he adjusted the stirrups so her pussy was spread open wide. She lie displayed for her family doctor as she felt her big breasts rise and fall with each breath.
 
William or Uncle Willy, watched as his niece, the daughter of his brother hopped up onto the examining table. This wasn’t the first time he’d examined her, but it was the first time he’d done it alone. He immediately notices the tattoo on her backside as she lifted her dress to get her self into the stirrups. That was different, and so too was her clean-shaven vagina, as it was far smoother and hairless than her usual well trimmed. Those two facts alone would have gotten his attention, but as he moved closer he could see bruising about her genital region, usually indicative of rough sex. An immediate concern arose within, had she been raped. Knowing that her husband was of strong religious conviction would explain her unusual behavior and request. He ran his gloved hand over the bruised area and came to rest on her inner thigh so that his thumb may spread her for his examination.

April, I don’t mean to be intrusive into your private life, but you seem to have bruising that is not commonly associate with normal sex. Birth control wouldn’t do anything if you have been assaulted, it only works if it has been in place beforehand.

Without even thinking the older man looked at her vagina, and didn’t think of it in medical terms for a moment, but took in how beautiful a pussy his niece had. He could understand why a man might want to pound that sexy slit of hers with abandon. Such was the joys of youth, or at least so till recently. Science truly was a marvelous thing now with the advent of Viagra, even an old coot like him could get a hardon like an eighteen year old. Now all he needed was some grade A pussy like April’s to bury himself in.
 
"No, it's ok, I just need you to be descrete" she said softly, feeling the old man's fingers on her. Examining her, seeming more intimate than the men who had just fucked her. She lie there, her face flushed in embarrassment. His fingers spreading her open. Her pussy exposed to him.

Her legs spread wide, she could feel the cool air and the lube on her. "you won't.. will you?.. tell anyone?" she said sofltly. She was starting to worry, He hadn't actually committed to her request for descretion. She could feel herself in a situation where she was uncertain and feeling trapped again. Of late she had went to teh weakness that everyone saw in her and became a slut for men every time she felt weak and confused.

April's legs were locked in the stirrups as she felt fingers enter her curvy body. She closed her eyes, this was starting to not seem like the normal testing she was used to getting. The fingers pushed up as they curled inside her, she gasped. Her body trembled as she felt pleasure form the touch, she felt guilty and ashamed.
 
The doctor found himself naturally trying to figure out what his niece might have been up to. The concern was evident in her voice and the way she kept trying to get him to pledge to keep her secret. Add to her concerns, the physical nature of her bruising and he was sure she had been eagerly and enthusiastically fucking someone else besides her husband, and her necessity for birth control reinforced that. So his niece hadn’t only been cheating on her husband, but with the birth control, planned to continue to cheat on him. He smiled to himself, because that opened up certain opportunities that might not have been available to him before, and by opened up, he meant the sweat legs of his beautiful niece.

Dr. Willy as most everyone called him, but his close male friends who called him ‘Slick Willy’ for almost unnatural ability for getting his cock buried in wet pussy. So as he initiated the examination, her unusual reaction was clearly noted. She seemed to his skilled eyes to be in a state of heightened sexual need. To confirm that, he let his gloved thumb work over the top of her vagina, and purposely apply pressure and motion to her clit, to see what affect it might have.

I always try to be discrete and take into consideration my patients wants and ultimately their needs. I try to have every patient that leaves my office wanting to come back again. Oh I’m sorry, I would imagine that you’re very sensitive here, given what must have been involved in some very enthusiastic activities on your part or late.

He was purposely letting her know that he knew, and applying some guilt, knowing it might be the best way to get his shot at her, the thumb continuing to rub her as he purposely delayed and slowed the examination, far past the time really necessary.
 
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