Capítulo 1521: MARK'S YOUNG MOTHER MIRANDA
Mark adjusted the collar on his shirt, ran his fingers through his hair, and stepped out of the car. It was good to be home, he thought. His first year of college had been fun, but people were still wary of Covid and that made many things awkward. Especially finding open dives to meet girls.
Much of his first semester had been online from this very location. With vaccines, the restrictions were finally lifted and he had sped away filled with dreams of concerts, coeds, and a lot of empty condom boxes. Too bad they were just those - dreams.
"Sweetie" rose and filled the air. Flying around the corner in a blur of brown hair and white sweats, his mother nearly tackled him and gave him a bone crunching hug. He reached down to kiss her cheek and noticed it was moist with tears.
"Mom?", he asked, "are you OK?"
"Can't a mother miss her son?" She tweaked his chin and said, "let's get these things upstairs." As the two moved everything up to the small apartment Mark had grown up in, anyone passing by would have never taken them for mother and son. They looked like twins, even on close inspection.
Mark maneuvered his suitcase and trunk into the bedroom he had known as a child. His body was starting to develop nicely, making it easy to carry the heavy items. His first year on the rugby team had left him with muscles upon muscle, along with an ass that drove the freshman girls nuts.
His mother was a bit startled by the view and had to stifle her astonishment with a cough. "My little boy is all grown up". He turned and gave her the hug this time. She was dwarfed by his chest and arms. Fortunately, it wasn't the same bear hug she had given him or he would have crushed her.
Looking down, he noticed she was still having difficulty fighting off the tears. "Are you sure you are OK?" He asked again.
"I'll be fine", she said. "We've been through so much. Allow an old mother a chance to be proud of her son growing up."
"Old?" He looked at her strangely. She did the same. Then they broke out laughing.
Miranda had Mark when she was a very young woman. A not legal age woman. She had wanted to keep him, so she put up with the jeers and snickers as she carried him through school. Juggling classes and a new baby proved easy, but getting a job afterwards was difficult. The women treated her like dirt, while the men all seemed to think it was going to give them free license to get laid. She had worked as a dancer, and even an escort. That was something she hoped Mark never learned. It kept him fed and clothed. Most of the time she considered it a sacrifice.
Sometimes, she really enjoyed it.
One day she decided to put it all behind her and move out of the city. A local college gave her a scholarship and she was now a nurse in the local retirement home. It was a modest living, but she was proud to have done it.
They jumped down the steps two at a time and ran into the kitchen. Mark never questioned why his mother was only 15 years his senior, but he didn't act like it bothered him in the slightest. They acted more like brother and sister with each other anyway.
Some awkward moments did arise, but Miranda decided it was best to be very open about sexuality as she was his only parent. She did insist on a strict rule of privacy, but there wasn't much they felt awkward talking about.
Just before he left for college he seemed to nearly triple his consumption of lotion. She chalked it off as being stuck inside from Covid while being able to meet his new classmates online. She was sure he had some attractive young ladies lined up.
"How about some dinner", she asked, and removed her sweat top, tossing it on the stool. She was wearing a white tee with a visible red bra underneath. She saw him catch a glimpse from across the counter. Did he just check her out? She tossed him a knife and a cutting board for the vegetables.
He did it again. She decided to say something. "Have the girls not been good to you sweetie? You can't seem to stop peeking at my chest."
"Aww mom, you know are so much hotter than those barely developed girls in school". He suddenly turned beet red. They had teased each other often, but he had never spoken about her body in that kind of language before.
"And that is quite enough. You know I want you to feel free with any of your questions or concerns about sex. That may be especially important this year. But we also have an understanding, remember? Privacy?"
"I'm sorry mom".
He looked like a hurt little boy. She added, "Besides, I didn't want to come across anything sticky in my vegetables later."
"Oh gross". He pretended to vomit. They finished dinner without a hitch and then it was off to a night of video games. He preferred shooters on the PlayStation. She occasionally would do some old single player RPGs, but tonight had some work to catch up on. She was taking a week off to be with him more, but that meant some work from home.
He came in later and kissed her good night. "Can I ask you something, mom?"
"Of course".
"The freshmen are all invited to bring their parents to visit the school in a big get together this summer. I'm happy to go if you want, but I figured you might not want to."
"Do I embarrass you?"
"No, exactly the opposite! I just know the other parents can be so mean. I heard some of them in High School. You didn't think I did but I did."
Her little kid was growing up. "That's kind of you sweetie, but not necessary. I've dealt with them far too long to let it bother me. Besides, I want to see what ladies are lined up for you."
"There aren't any, Mom. People are still too worried about Covid to go out."
"Stop lying to me or I'll give you a noogie."
"It's true".
Like a cat she pounced and had his head in her arm. With her other hand she rubbed, nearly raising a welt. "Hey! He yelped and tried to pin her down. She was too fast and limber, however. He had never been as agile as she was. They rolled around a bit and then finally rolled away from each other, laughing and exhausted.
Her sweatpants had come off. The white cutoffs she had on to match her tee had been completely pulled up in her crack. A beautiful cheek hung out, slightly covered by red panties. She made no attempt to cover herself.
He was pulling his own tee back down. She had nearly torn it off. His chest was completely ripped and her eyes were defying her own privacy rule. He was staring at her legs intently and it was then that she noticed the extra breeziness over her buttocks.
She noticed he had a rock hard erection.
She didn't avoid the subject or look away. "I guess you really have been through a dry spell. Why don't you take a bath and take care of that?"
"Mom, I don't do that".
"The next noogie cracks your skull."
"OK, OK, care to join me?" He almost looked hopeful.
"Sorry pal. You had a whole semester to try and get some. If any girls were interested at all, they won't be next year if they think you took baths with your old mother all summer."
"Stop with the old talk, he said. You know that you aren't."
"Son, listen. It's perfectly natural to get aroused, even by your mother. But I cannot commit incest with you. I'm sorry, but you have to accept that."
He got up grudgingly. "I'll guess I'll have to be satisfied with whatever action this bastion of decadence known as a city can offer in the meantime. I wonder if Hazel is still around."
"You will pay for that one".
"You wish".
Hazel was the town drunk. She frequented the streets near the chicken stand most often.
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Mark slipped into the bath and looked down at his erection bobbing up at him. He wasn't about to come in here and just "relieve" himself like it was a bodily function. His mother had amazed him again with how beautiful she was and how tight her body continued to be. He had only been away 6 months, but it was as if he was seeing her anew. It wasn't fair that she was so hot and that he was the only one on earth for which it was taboo to touch her.
Mark knew his mother had him in her teens. He also knew she had done whatever she could to make sure they survived, including being a stripper and a prostitute. He felt horrible for her, but wished he could have seen her strip just one time. He had never seen his mother naked.
She wasn't very tall, but was athletic enough to outjump almost anyone. Her face was that of a model. The kind that did toothpaste commercials or makeup. Her breasts were surprisingly large for her size, and her ass was fine enough to have him already sitting here staring down at his own erection on his first night back.
He never fully appreciated how beautiful she was until about a year before leaving for college. They had been caught in a rainstorm downtown and she simply looked up to let the water splash over her face and hands. All the men were staring as they hustled by. A lot of women too.
He was staring as well, but only because her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her wet shirt and wouldn't let him look away. For the next year he couldn't stop thinking about them. He started masturbating more frequently and yet still they continued to fill his mind.
A soft footstep landed nearby and he instinctively covered himself. "Don't be afraid", he heard his mom's voice say. "I'm right beside you"
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"Mom, I thought you said it was incest to do this!"
"I'm not having sex with you, but this is probably still incest. I just hate to see you suffer like this. Maybe this is less of a sin, and more of a compromise".
She stepped into his view and, to his disappointment, was still wearing her shorts and tee. "I'm a nurse, honey, and part of my duties are to keep a patient clean, especially those that can't clean themselves. Sometimes men get aroused and ejaculate when I clean them. It is perfectly normal."
"So you want me to be like the creepy old guy chasing the nurse down with his cane demanding a sponge bath?"
"If that works for you". She gave him an impish smile.
"Can I keep any prizes I catch, including your underwear?"
"You aren't fast enough for that".
"How about just your shirt?"
She looked at him. The aching in his eyes was palpable. He had been caught peeking at her chest earlier and it was obvious he was obsessed with seeing her breasts. To be fair, he was completely naked sitting in front of her, but she couldn't go down that path. She didn't know if he could control it from going further.
It was herself she was more concerned about, however.
"I'm sorry", she said and stood up. Catching him by surprise, she stepped completely into the tub with him and used the shower attachment to hose herself completely down. As she reached up to sweep back her hair, she knew exactly where he was looking. His erection nearly doubled in size.
"Now lie back".
"Mom, it isn't fair that you get to see everything I have, while you are fully clothed."
"I've never had someone in the nursing home complain about it. Shall we stop?"
"You are evil"
With a sly smile she reached out to pick up the soap and started lightly washing his balls. She hadn't seen his cock since he was a little boy, and was amazed at how large it was getting. Surely he had to have at least a few girls at the college willing to make this thing explode. He didn't seem as if he was going to last too long, however, so maybe he was telling the truth.
She slowly circled the base of his cock and gripped it with her hand. Using the other, she used the bar of soap and rubbed it firmly up his shaft to just below the tip.
The effect was more than she anticipated.
"Ohhh God", he moaned and arched his back powerfully. A thick shot of cum blasted out of his cock and just missed his face, hitting the floor behind him.
She continued to rub with the bar, driving him nuts as she focused on his frenulum and tip. An even thicker stream shot and sounded like it landed further back on the floor towards the wall. In all, 4 streams shot far enough to clear the tub completely.
He was still bucking and moaning when she heard him say, "Mom, I'm going to cum again". Letting go of the soap she grasped him firmly and began to stroke him with slow, long movements. Tears seemed to leak out of his eyes as he nearly screamed, "Oh God, Mom".
This time the shot went straight up, catching her square in the chin. The next two nearly did the same.
"Where has all this buildup come from?", she thought. "Maybe he really didn't get any the whole year."
That thought started to arouse her. She knew that she better get away from him or she really was going to commit incest. Slowly she rinsed off her face and stepped out of the tub, grabbing extra towels for the mess on the floor.
"Are you OK sweetie?", she asked. "I didn't know the whole geriatric spongebath fantasy was going to excite you so much."
"Very funny Mom". He was still catching his breath. "I told you there were no women around to help me take care of things".
"Well, it's not your mother's job to take care of things either. I did it this one time because I felt sorry for you. You need to stop making jokes about Hazel and realize there are plenty of good looking young women in town who would love to make you happy".
He sighed. "OK Mom".
She kissed him goodnight and headed off to her room knowing he wouldn't put much effort into looking elsewhere. It was now obvious where his thoughts were when he was burning through all that extra lotion last year - on her.
Her juices were flowing steadily just thinking about it.Mark slept well the next two nights and only admired his mother from a distance. He was going to try and make good on his promise to look for a young local woman or women in order to fulfill his sexual desires. He loved his mother. She deserved better than a barely legal teen, especially one that shot his entire load after only one touch with a bar of soap.
It wasn't easy. She had taken a week off and was going to spend almost all of it with him. Other than the few hours she did work from home, she spent her entire time with him. They went cycling, watched movies and talked over coffee or beer. He even showed her some funny things to do in the video game Skyrim, like decapitate annoying Bards who were singing mid stanza.
Covid still kept people at home for the most part. A new variant was starting to get people nervous. He didn't know if he, or anyone, could go through it all again.
In order to lighten the mood, they watched some of their favorite movies and shows on Netflix. Tonight was Game of Thrones, The Red Wedding episode. Funny how treachery and violence can make you forget your worries and just relax.
Miranda was sitting cross legged and Mark was sitting behind her brushing her hair. She had long, beautiful brown hair and she loved to have it brushed. The temperature had cooled off a bit that night, so they both were in flannel and half covered in a blanket.
"So who did you think was going to finally sit on the throne the first time we watched this?" Miranda asked, "Cersei?"
"I didn't care. Whoever sits on it doesn't last a season anyway. Does the series ending change all that?"
"Don't be such a Cad," she scolded him and reached back to give him a pinch. Much to his surprise, she caught him right on the tip of his penis.
"Yeoww!" She had pinched quite hard.
"Oh Mark, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that would be-" She spun around, flipped the blanket off, and was tugging at his pyjamas. "Hey," he said and started tugging them back up. "What happened to us going back to our privacy?"
He thought it would be funny. She looked like she had been slapped.
He immediately gave her a hug and said, "I'm sorry Mom. I didn't want it to sound mean. I thought it would be funny. I really do think you are right. I should look for someone my own age."
She wiped a tear from her eye and gave him a warm smile. "It is OK sweetie, forget it. I was just caught off guard as I was terrified I might have hurt you. I need to take a look. You better meet me in the tub again but don't run any water."
"Oh come on, Mom, it was just a pinch."
"Maybe you better look again."
Blood was now starting to drip on the blanket from where it had soaked through his pyjamas.
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Miranda was a smart nurse. In some cases elevation and pressure weren't an option to stop bleeding. That meant cold water and pressure. The water got into the tissue and the cold caused the vessels to clamp down. The key was getting the water into the tissue itself. That is why ice never did a thing for a nosebleed except make the mother feel like she was helping.
Mark did not like how she kept getting the cold water into his tissue. Her pinch had caused a tear just below his opening. With a syringe and catheter she kept irrigating the opening. From the inside. The bleeding had completely stopped. What concerned her now was whether the healing might scar the opening closed.
"Honey, we have to take you to the ER."
"I am NOT going to the ER and telling them that my mother nearly pinched the tip of my dick off! You think I have a tough time getting laid in this town now?"
"Why are you being so stubborn?" She asked. "You could lose the entire thing!"
"Then you better have good bathtub malpractice insurance." He looked away. She sighed.
"I'm sorry, Honey. It's my fault. I didn't think your dick would be snaking down your thigh when I reached back to pinch you. Why was it down there, by the way?"
"I was starting to relax."
"You mean you were starting to get horny. I can't believe you are ready to get fired up again this soon after coating this room completely with your sperm just two days ago."
"A man's life is tough, but somebody has to do it."
She rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. "Well then we best make sure you stay a man. If that thing gets infected it may have to be cut completely off."
A look of terror came over him. It was too late. She already had the tube and the leverage to hold him down. It tore at her heart to hear him scream as the antibiotic ointment started to burn. "I'm sorry it burns, but you could try not to be such a baby. I think Hazel might have heard you scream across town."
"A baby! How would you like it if I pinched your nipples so hard they started to fall off and then rubbed some stinging ointment in them?"
"I wouldn't let you do that."
"Oh really, why not?"
"Because someday I might want to show them to you."
That stopped him dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open.
Then he narrowed his eyes and said, "of course you say that when you know I can't get a hard on."
"Are you sure you can't? We could give it a test." She picked up the bar of soap and winked at him.
"Oh you better hope I never catch you."
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Mark suffered for a few days but then started recovering quickly. She brought him home antibiotics to take by mouth but still insisted he use the ointment after taking a pee.
Her skill had done wonders and a week later he had a perfectly normal, albeit sore, penis. She felt bad that her week with him seemed a waste, so she convinced her manager she needed another. It meant more work from home, but she didn't mind.
She was just finishing things up for an evening when she decided it was time for a more pleasant night with her son. They both deserved some mischief.
Mark was curled up in his room catching up on some studying.
"You know they don't really expect you to do that over the summer. They just assign it to laugh at anyone who actually turns it in."
"Maybe wayyy back when you were in school. Did they really have things called books back then?"
She lunged forward. He pulled his old knight's costume shield over his groin. They both roared with laughter.
"That reminds me, we better make sure that opening is OK. Why don't you pop into the tub and I'll be right in." She didn't know whether the gentle tugging and pulling she had done in the past had done the trick but his opening had healed just fine. That was not her real intention this evening. Mark had been put through a lot and she intended to give him a reward.
"Oh Mom, you know it is fine. You just want to make me suffer because I actually do my homework."
"For that comment you actually will suffer. In the tub on the double. I'll be right in. After I find Hazel." They both laughed again.
Mark headed into the bathroom and she popped in her bedroom to change. As she did she looked herself in the eyes. "He's just a sweet boy," she thought, "don't lose control."
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Mark started the water running and switched on the shower head. His mother had said tub, but he knew she meant shower. His penis wasn't quite ready yet to sit in it's own stew. Still too much of an infection risk.
He turned his penis over in his hand and looked at his Mom's handiwork. "She did a good job," he said, "you can barely tell."
"Why thank you," She was entering the bathroom. "I might hold you to those words."
"You can hold me anytime," he replied.
"Seriously? Remind me to start teaching you some pick up lines that have been used by someone out of Middle School."
As she walked into the tub area, he turned to have her do her exam. To his surprise, instead of wearing a pair of scrubs and carrying her tray, she was dressed in a flowing purple robe. If that was at all possible, it made her look even more beautiful than she already is.
"Wow Mom, just, wow. You look amazing!"
He noticed her getting misty eyed again and decided to pursue. "Mom, please tell me what is wrong. I know something is bothering you."
She looked up and pulled his head down to give him a kiss. On the lips. It was still a closed lips mother son kiss, but perhaps she lingered a bit?
"I will, Mark, and thank you. Tonight is for you, however. I nearly crippled you and it is time to say sorry properly.
Purple is the color of Royalty. Let's make you feel like a king."
He stared at her. She reached down for the sash. He could taste the anticipation.
"Now turn around."
"What?"
"Trust me. This will feel better than anything you might see."
He wasn't so sure but he did as he asked. He stepped in the shower. He heard her robe fall to the ground and she stepped in behind him. His cock sprang to life.
She reached around his waist and gently touched him. "Does it feel OK?" She asked. "When it starts stretching out?"
"It does, Mom. You really should work in the big hospital downtown. You are good. The nursing home is a waste of your time."
"Let's not get me crying again."
He meant to turn to hug her, but she caught him firmly and turned him back. "Stay facing the water, and hand me the soap."
"But Mom, that will sting like crazy."
"Why is it never about anything but your penis with men?" She laughed. "Just relax and let your Mom teach you something."
She started in the middle of his back and worked her way up and over his shoulders. Her fingers were incredible. Every tight muscle and inflamed nerve she found, loosening them and getting them to relax. Those muscles that were already relaxed she made feel even better.
He never knew how tight his glutes were until her hands brought them to a relaxed state. She didn't neglect his front, either. His thighs, abdomen and chest were all given a deep massage. His cock was getting extremely hard but remained intact. No bleeding or splitting skin. She really had done a flawless repair.
After making his temples, forehead and neck feel like heaven, she put the soap back in the holder and rinsed her hands thoroughly.
She gently nibbled his ear. "There is one muscle that doesn't seem to be relaxing." She cupped her hand over the end and very lightly stroked down the shaft. He stiffened significantly besides the fact she was barely touching him.
"Maybe this will help."
She pressed her chest into his back.
He first felt her nipples then her full globes as they were pressed between them. His back was still covered in soap and she started to move her breasts in a serpentine wave across his back. He could imagine her rock hard nipples were drawing a lazy "s" in the rivulets of soap flowing down.
It was too much.
"Oh shit, oh shit!"
She tightened her grasp on his cock and he felt every muscle she had just relaxed tense up and contract. The pleasure was streaming through his brain and every part of his body. His cock seemed to be a gigantic fire hose about to be opened up.
With an incredible shudder he sent the first blast of cum against the shower wall. You could hear it splat over the water running.
His mother nibbled at his ear and whispered into it, "cum for me." The second splat was even louder than the first.
There was no second orgasm coming tonight. It was all one big explosion that contained everything. He heaved and he heaved. He came and he came. His mother kept whispering words of encouragement and he would cum even harder.
He finally started to slow down and felt like he was gasping for air. The joy that he felt was saturating him to the bone. "Mom, I have to hug you."
"OK"
He turned around and she was standing there covered in soap looking up at him. She had on a purple set of panties that were soaked, barely covering her dark bush.
Her breasts were even more fantastic than he had imagined them. They were a perfect round shape and matched her short body and beautiful face as if an artist had created her. Her nipples were dark brown, matching her hair. They had a pouty look to them. It made her chest the center of any attention no matter what distractions might arise.
If he hadn't just completely emptied his testicles, the sight of her perfectly round breasts and brown nipples covered in soap would have made him cum uncontrollably.
It would have to wait until next time.
"Did you really want to hug me, or just stare at my tits?"
"Oh Mom." He gave her a bear hug. He started to feel a tear come to his own eye. That concerned him.
He now knew he wanted to fuck his mother - she was the hottest woman on the planet and he had to have her.
But was he starting to fall in love with her too?Mark was staring at the application. He couldn't believe someone would write that on their resume. "Reason for leaving my last job: Stealing from the company." Seriously? He tossed the application in the trash. 253 down, twice that to go. He knew some people were desperate, but don't be stupid. Nearly one thousand applications came in for the position of one receptionist. Covid had taken its toll on the US.
Mark had started a summer job for many reasons, not the least of which was to try and take his mind off of his beautiful young mother. He was falling in love with her. Not the kind of love a son should have for his mother. She was young and became pregnant with him in her teens. She was only 36 now, and still probably the most beautiful woman in town. It was her long hair and beautiful body he had always compared other women in his life to. Until he stopped, he would never find someone else whom he considered "good enough" to be with.
The infatuation had become more serious this summer. His lust for her had led to two situations where she had given him relief - copious relief - with her hand. It did nothing to make him ease up. It had, instead, inflamed him even more. He wanted her more than ever.
They had always been comfortable talking to each other about sex, but they had never broken the barrier of what his mother called "privacy". When she finally did give him relief the first time, it was under the pretense of just doing what she did for the old men who couldn't wash themselves in the nursing home where she worked.
The second time was after a silly accident. She had caught his penis with a pinch that was meant for his leg. It was significantly damaged, in his esteemed medical opinion, but she had repaired it and now it seemed perfectly fine.
Her tender loving care during that time of repair was what started his mind down the dangerous path on which he now found himself. Seeing her meticulous work and focus made him realize what a bright and talented person she was. She was also so dedicated. The first night she wouldn't leave his side. He knew she was one of God's special gifts to the earth and it didn't seem fair that he had to choose from lesser mortals.
He had told her, of course. They didn't keep a thing from each other. Finding out your son was falling in deep, romantic love with you was still an uncomfortable discussion, however. Neither of them were very religious, but they believed enough to know their souls may burn for eternity if they continued.
What finally slowed him down was her sense of practicality. Were they simply going to marry and pretend they weren't mother and son? He did want children someday, and was surprised to find out she still was hoping to possibly have one as well. She certainly was young and healthy enough. To get together and start having children sounded like some bizarre solution, however. You only came across stuff like that in medieval history or video games like The Witcher.
They needed to find a way to curb his lust and possibly redirect his love. That is how he ended up at the law firm of Liebowitz and Howell.
"Now Mark, what did I tell you about putting applications in the trash?"
Mark looked up. Ms. Klein was taking the application he had tossed out of the trash. It was a sight to make any red blooded american male stand up at attention. He was no exception.
Ms. Klein was a tall, slender blonde with legs that never seemed to end. As she bent over to pick up the application, he could see up her tiniest of skirts all the way to the strip of skin between her garters and hose. As if she knew he was watching, she started to read it while still bent down. Did she just wink at him through her legs?
"Stealing from the company?" she laughed. "No wonder you put it in the reject file." She handed it back to him and he looked up into her blue eyes. She had a smart, short haircut and a splash of freckles across her nose. Her lips would make Angelina Jolie jealous and begged to be kissed. Or rubbed up and down his penis as he came.
"I'm sorry Denise, I keep forgetting things today. Mom is about halfway through the test by now."
She gave a soft smile and sat on the edge of his desk. Her breasts were fairly large but natural. Her blouse simply opened up to let him see a light bra struggling to contain them. "She will be fine, Mark. Miranda and I have been friends for nearly 10 years now. She is a very smart person. You and I both know her talent was wasted at that nursing home."
"Not all of her talents," he thought.
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Miranda smiled and felt happier than she had felt for some time. She had not only passed the very difficult certifying exam, she had been offered a position in the ICU on the spot. She started next month. The orientation would be brutal. She would have to take time to prepare starting immediately.
That meant less time with Mark. He already must feel neglected as she had spent most of their time together studying. Soon he would be back to his school over a thousand miles away. A tear came to her eye.
But that was how they decided it would be best to proceed. When he told her he was falling in love with her the red flags started raising all over. They simply could not do such a thing. She did love her son, but not in that way. His body was certainly capable of getting her wet and she had twice now come close to insisting he fuck her with that huge cock of his. But she did not want to marry him.
They still hadn't sat down to discuss why she had been so weepy when he first arrived. Since arriving in this town over a decade ago she had been alone. At first she was too busy balancing Nursing School and a young son. When he grew older she decided to take the job offering in the nursing home thinking it would give her more flexibility as he became a teenager. It did, but most male employees of the home, including the doctors, were creepy, fat and disgusting. A few had tried to grope her. It was bad enough when she had him to talk to. During the six months he had been off to college she was miserable.
That was all about to change. She decided it was the perfect occasion for some champagne. Mark wasn't old enough yet, but a little couldn't hurt. He had become even more strapping as the gyms had started to slowly open again. Surely the alcohol would have a tougher time filling all of that body mass. She knew better, but she would keep an eye on him.
She started to feel a small amount of guilt for what she was putting him through at Liebowitz and Howell. That made her smile. The one good friend she had found since coming to this town was Denise. They met at the nursing home when Denise had to let her mother go and a bond had formed between them that lasted to this day.
And she was mind blowingly sexy. Miranda didn't expect her to sleep with her son, but Denise had a way of making men simply stop speaking and start to drool. She was a bisexual who preferred women, but wouldn't refuse a man if he had a nice body and a huge cock. Miranda was sure Mark was getting eyefuls of skin and a rock hard erection this very moment.
When Miranda mentioned to her Mark was having issues finding a date, Denise had laughed. "Don't make the poor kid grow up too fast," Denise warned, "you will turn him into some geeky horndog." She hadn't seen Mark since his return from college. When he came in the door, Denise turned quickly to Miranda and said, "have him in a suit and ready to go 8am sharp Monday morning at the office."
Denise also tended to hire young, attractive females in the office she managed. "The poor boy," Miranda thought, "Surrounded by some of the most beautiful young ladies in town, and a Yvonne Strahovski lookalike guiding them to boot." If this didn't take his mind off of her, nothing would.
As she turned into her apartment complex, she thought to herself, "In a short time I should be able to afford a better place, but do I want to?" The small apartment had more than the average family's memories. She had come here to try and escape the life she had in the past. That was hard to forget, but perhaps it was finally going to happen.
She adjusted her bag and the champagne bottle to fit her keys in the door.
"SURPRISE!"
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Mark felt his heart soften to see his mom so happy. Denise had planned the whole thing. Most of the party would be at Denise's large house with a pool and hot tub. They couldn't just tell Miranda to go directly there, however. The surprise would have been spoiled.
What Mark didn't understand was why Denise hadn't invited any other men. There were plenty who worked in the office. "Sucks for them, I guess," he thought as he took in the fact that most of the women in the room were quite attractive.
He had asked Denise about it earlier that day as they planned the party. She simply brushed it off and said, "Honey, your Mom is about to have one of the nicest changes in her life. Not only will she be getting more pay, she will be surrounded by some of the finest and most eligible doctors in town. Wouldn't it have been nice to have one of them around when she nearly decapitated your Johnson?"
He was mortified. "She told you about that?"
"Honey, your Mom tells me about everything."
Denise took the last bite of her lunch and the peach juice dripped down the side of her lip. Her blue eyes seemed to turn a silvery grey, making her swatch of freckles more enticing than ever. He jumped when she touched his arm. "Back to those applications you big hunk. Your mom was the one who earned a new job today. You still work for me."
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Miranda and Denise busied themselves in the kitchen, refilling trays of hors d'oeuvres and stacking up dishes. They were stark naked and dripping water on the floor, but it didn't seem to bother Denise.
In reality, they were spying.
It had been close to three hours and Mark hadn't shown a bit of interest in getting more than a polite conversation going with the young women. They had all stripped out of their clothing and were lying around the pool. Mark seemed to be enjoying the show as his naked erection swayed in all directions, but he looked like he was too timid to try anything further. The ladies were not shy at all, keeping their legs where they lay no matter what might be exposed. Mark was the center of attention, even getting a few "accidental" brushes across his cock with a leg, or hand.
One of the women, Coral, did seem to be garnering a mild interest. They had spent most of the evening talking to each other, but nothing else. "Is she oblivious to the stiff rod he has maintained all evening staring her in the face?" Miranda thought.
"If nothing happens soon I'm pulling Frankie Goes to Hollywood out of the attic," Denise groaned.
"I don't think it has the same effect on these guys," said Miranda. "The kids today have heard far worse. Look at us, acting like a couple of old fossils in here spying. We should just spike the champagne with heavy doses of aphrodisiacs."
"Already been done."
"No! You didn't!" Miranda looked astonished. She was getting a bit tipsy. What is it?"
"Best stuff I have. A mix of 7 herbs."
"And spices."
"You did not just say that."
"I did!" Miranda looked at Denise and realized that she had never seen her completely nude. They were roughly the same age, but Denise was nearly twice her size. She bore a striking resemblance to the actress Yvonne Strahovski. In her younger days. Miranda had to admit that even she found Yvonne Strahovski arousing to look at in those early episodes of Chuck.
She wondered what all those die hard geek Chuck followers would give to see what she had in her view right now. Denise was leaning against the sink, making her ass point up and her legs look even longer. She was scrubbing away at the final dishes, boobs jiggling from side to side. Miranda only had a view from the back. Someone looking from the front would probably lose their load in seconds.
"Are you checking out my ass, Miranda?"
Her face turned beet red.
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Coral looked at Mark and said, "finally, I think the rest took the hint and went home." In The Witcher books Coral was the name of a beautiful redhead who seduces the main character. In doing so, she joined countless other sorceresses. He got around. The latest attempt to make a TV series out of the books on Netflix had failed once again to capture the idea that the sorceresses were all ravishingly beautiful and sensual. The actresses were OK looking, but the Mary Poppins style outfits made them look ludicrous.
Coral the secretary looked plenty attractive to Mark. Her pert little body just didn't seem to be doing it for him, however. Like the TV series, the sensuality was off. Was she too eager to laugh at his jokes and give him an attentive eye? Girls who wanted to marry did those kinds of things. Could she not restrain it for even one night?
Still, he had been stiff for hours now. He wasn't quite sure how he was maintaining it. Coral had not touched his penis. Some of the others had brushed against it, but they had all left. He was tempted to ask her to at least take it in her hand, but the vision kept coming to his mind of her slipping a wedding ring around it and clipping on a leash.
Maybe it was time for the Gold Standard. His mother.
When Denise had suggested they all lose their clothing, Mark felt extremely uncomfortable. The Champagne had started to kick in a little, but he was the only guy there! The younger women were beautiful, Denise was a sex bomb, and his Mom was on a pedastal above them all. How could he hold off getting an erection in front of them?
When his mom suddenly slipped off her bikini, it didn't matter. He had only seen her in wet panties before. Now he was looking at her neatly trimmed but fluffy bush. He wasn't just looking. He was staring. Miranda noticed and walked right up to him. "Your turn Mark", she said and dropped his trunks to the ground. He was already rock hard.
The last to doff her clothes was Denise. At the time Mark didn't think it was possible to stop him from trying to catch glances at his Mom's bush. Denise surprised him.
She often wore such revealing outfits that little seemed left to the imagination. That was not the case at all. He realized now she carefully picked each of her outfits to reveal just a tease of what lay underneath. You thought you were seeing a lot, but you had no idea.
Denise's breasts were actually quite large. Unlike most natural large breasts, however, they didn't sag and have nipples pointing towards the ground. It was as if someone had taken his mother's perfectly shaped breasts and just made them larger. Much larger.
Her bush didn't exist, and he thought he kept seeing something glinting between her lips as she walked. Wait, she was going to sit down? Yep. There it was in all of its glory, a beautiful pussy with the coolest looking set of rings. "Mrs. Klein, I think you are trying to seduce me," went through his head. He had no idea how he remembered that old movie.
"How about we go inside and check on the old crones?" he asked Coral.
"Why not?" She got up and bounded toward the house. She did have a very nice ass.
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As they entered the house, it seemed as if someone might have broken in. The screen door from the deck was left wide open. Someone had been doing dishes but one was simply left sitting between the two sinks, suds and all.
A soft sound came from the room next door. A moan. Coral gave him a sshh and held her finger to her lips. He started towards the door, but she pulled him down a hallway towards their left. As they tiptoed down he saw why they had gone that way. The hall opened up into a beautiful living room, with a sunken floor and sumptuous couches. They had a perfect view of the large couch. On it lay Denise on her back. Her magnificent pussy was in full view. On top of her face was a beautiful sapphic goddess writhing in ecstasy.
His mother.
He started immediately to head in, but Coral gripped his arm and shook her head furiously. She motioned to a comfortable looking throw pillow lying on the ground that was big enough to seat, and conceal, them. He hesitated, then joined her.
Mark had never seen his mother like this. It was the second time tonight he had seen her extremely happy, but not grinding away on another woman's face! She kept undulating and clutching at her hair, breasts and bush. She didn't neglect the large breasts of Denise either. She would lean down and run her tongue completely over and around the nipples.
Denise was loving this. Her nipples were harder and longer than Mark thought a woman's could possibly be. Her pussy was covered in her juices and she had half of her fingers inside. She was pistoning in and out and you could hear her muffled moans underneath his mother's beautiful pussy.
Was his mom a lesbian? Denise's tongue could be seen working on his Mom's clit when his mom pulled at her hair and lifted the labia up a bit. He had never seen any indication of it. He knew Denise was, but her mom had never shown her any interest.
Then it came through like an instant comet. All the tears. His mom was lonely. She worked with such losers at the nursing home and most men her age were intimidated by her youth. It didn't look good to bring someone that looked like she could be in High School when you went on a date with your 35 year old friends. Working at the hospital downtown should change all that. Once people got used to her, the Docs would be lining up.
The moans were getting louder. He looked over at Coral. She was entranced. He knew his mom was not really a lesbian, but he wasn't so sure about Coral. Denise must have put something in the champagne that made them all horny little goats. He should have been upset, but he wasn't. His mom deserved this. He looked in and she was about to cum. He wished it could be, but it wasn't him doing it. That was good.
Watching it, however, made him once again rock hard. Miranda started rocking her hips and pressed against Denise's face so hard he could barely see her chin. She reached down and grabbed her own breasts, kneading them deeply. How he wanted to help, but Coral still had a vice grip on his arm. Finally, his Mom let out the deepest moan and screams he had ever heard her make. She was too tiny to make those kinds of sounds!
He was dying to be the next person in line to hear such a symphony, but they had a plan. He looked at Coral. Would she be willing to take him right then and there?
It was as if she had read his mind. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a condom. Where on earth had she been keeping that? She handed it to him.
Now he was in trouble. He had no idea how to use it. He had never had the reason to do so. He wasn't lying to his mom when he said that nothing had happened in college. What she didn't know was that nothing had happened before then either. His girlfriend in high school wanted to stay a virgin. She wouldn't even give him a handjob. Maybe that was why he came so fast when his mother touched him. The only other orgasms he had were from his own touch.
He gave Coral the best look he could think of to say, "I don't know how". He was sure she was going to laugh. Instead she gave him a "ooh you poor boy" look and beckoned him over with her finger.
She swung around to sit next to him and whispered in his ear, "It rolls on. Think of a woman putting on her hose." He had never seen that, except in movies. He would figure it out the next time.
Her breath in his ear seemed to double the size of his cock. She really did have a nice body. As she reached down to get hold of his cock, he noticed her nipples were cute little buds, like someone had stuck a little red ball on top of her areola. They were getting him quite hard.She took his cock and placed the condom over his tip. Using two hands, She gently started rolling the edges and worked it down his cock. It was actually quite arousing. So were her lips as she gently bit them looking on in concentration.
"Oh shit, Oh no, OMG!"
The condom had some sort of sock at the end. He filled it. He filled the condom. Coral had almost gotten it completely on but his cum started pouring out the sides.
He heard Denise's laugh. "Damn son."
"He does that," he heard her mother say.
"I guess we need to teach him how to hold off, heh?"
That was a lesson he was looking forward to. Somehow he knew it would be Denise doing the teaching.
Coral was being sweet. On purpose. She was going to try and get him to cum as fast as possible. Then she was going to try again. Then try again. The theory was that he would eventually not come so fast and be able to get a condom on. That way he could lose his virginity to her.
To be honest, it wasn't just about losing his virginity when he thought of her. She was beautiful. He wanted to make love to her and have her grind against him as they achieved ecstasy together. She had cast her spell and completely ensnared him. It wasn't just a task to check off.
He used to have these feelings about his mother. Well, maybe he still did. They didn't really go away, he just started feeling them about Coral as well. And it wasn't just the sexual desire, it was the love as well. He had no idea when it happened. He just knew it had.
Coral surprised him when she said she wasn't bisexual. Her stare as Denise was giving his mother oral sex seemed to defy this, but sometimes things can get so intense you can't help but look. They had been drinking and were experimenting. Denise brought his mother to a mind blowing climax. After that, poor Coral was left to watch him make love to a rubber for about 15 seconds before ejaculating.
He lasted almost 90 seconds before her hand had coaxed the first load of cum out of him tonight. Her beautiful breasts were in a transparent pink bra. The nipples poking outward were what made him cum so quickly. He didn't lose his erection at all. She was slowly removing her bra for the next round.
He was surprised that his mom also denied being bisexual. She had initiated the episode with Denise. "It had been a long time and I experimented," was what she said happened. He had his doubts. They had "experimented" a few more times since then.
Mark came again. This time he lasted almost three minutes! Coral didn't seem impressed. "You must have an endless supply of cum in you," she said. She pulled off her shorts and he nearly drooled. She had on see through panties that matched the discarded bra. Her bush was neatly trimmed and completely visible.
The person who he was sure was bisexual was Denise. She readily admitted it and thrived on sexual situations. She looked very much like the actress who he felt was hotter than any woman on the planet. He didn't love her the way he loved his mother and Coral, but he was strongly attracted to her. When they all decided he needed to lose his virginity, he was hopeful it would be her to do it. In many ways, he still did.
Coral's legs and ass were a beautiful sight. He was going to cum again. It had been only 3 and one-half minutes. This plan wasn't working.
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Miranda was confident. She gave the physician her answer. His face was a stone. The nurse next to him said, "Miranda, the patient has no risk factors for a P.E. Why would you jump to that conclusion?"
"The data. His EKG and O2 sats."
"That's not much to go on."
"No it isn't," said the Doc, "but it is there. She just saved the patient. Miranda you really are a great nurse. I can't wait to have you on board."
Miranda blushed. "Thank you, Doctor." The course instructor beamed at her and gave her a thumbs up. Then she left. This was her chance. She liked this Doc. Maybe he could help with Mark's issue.
"Doctor Wayne, may I ask you something and keep it, well, off of the record?"
"So long as it doesn't involve explosives."
"That would be too simple. Sorry, a very lame joke."
"I am seeing someone. No one from around here. We have been discreet and would like to keep it under wraps. But he has this problem. He-"
"Looks a lot like your son and gives new meaning to premature ejaculation."
Miranda was stunned. She just stared with her mouth hanging open.
He laughed. "I had the pleasure of Denise's company a few nights last week and she talks in her sleep. Poor kid. I wouldn't recommend any medication. That just tends to have the opposite effect and then he can't get an erection at all. No, from what I was able to catch, it sounds like he still hasn't gotten what he desires. Give him that and the problem may fix itself."
He looked at her so innocently. How much did Denise reveal talking in her sleep? Did he know how close Mark and she had come to commiting incest? If not, he just guessed it.
"Oh," he said. "Oh dear, that can be a problem. I commend you on your restraint. I am not a biblical zealot by any means. In fact, the evening Denise described while dreaming sounded quite interesting." Miranda blushed.
"I'm not trying to hit on you Miranda. Don't get me wrong, but I can see how he might be strongly attracted to you. You have to be bringing about deep, strong fantasies in him. Maybe he just needs to be able to explore them a little further."
"Doctor Wayne I won't-"
"Not completely explore them, just get a little further. From what I understood he became quite aroused after seeing what Denise was doing to you. Maybe if it were him?"
She blushed again. "Thank you Doctor. I will consider your suggestion. I think I better go."
"Oh thank God. I really need a cold shower now!" He smiled.
She was blushing again as she left. She started to wonder if Denise was really talking in her sleep, or had a big mouth.
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"That is not fair, Miranda. There is no way I am not seeing this." Denise was determined. Coral, on the other hand, looked hurt. Miranda tried to sound encouraging.
"He loves you Coral. You have helped him find that in himself. Have faith in that love. He was misguided in that he was directing his love to me. You grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and showed him where his love really lies."
"Fine, how is this going to help?"
"Now we need to redirect his lust. His physical desire."
"So I should be there."
Miranda touched her arm. "I don't know how to explain, but no. He has had part of his fantasy about me come true, but it has been passive. This will let him fulfill one where he is active."
"Did Dr. Wayne tell you all this?"
"No, it just sounded good."
That lightened the mood and all three of them laughed. Coral looked at Miranda and said, "OK, but if this doesn't work, then he watches me have a go at you."
Denise was astonished. "Coral you naughty little nymph. Where did this all come from?"
"Seven herbs and spices."
They nearly fell on the floor laughing.
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Miranda wasn't sure how to approach Mark with the plan, but he took care of that himself. He had an announcement. A very big announcement.
"Mom, I've decided to be a nurse."
"What?" Miranda was confused. He had never shown any indication he had any interest. "I don't understand. This just came out of the blue! Don't get me wrong, honey, I'm excited and very proud, but what made you decide this?"
"You."
"But how?"
"Mom, don't be silly. I've had you as a role model for as long as I can remember. You may not have loved the job, but you cared about your nursing home patients deeply. Now you are moving up to a more exciting level. I have been quizzing you, remember? It hasn't been lost on me."
She hugged him with the same bone crunching hug as she did when he first got home from school. "I am so proud of you Mark. This truly has been a blessed summer."
His eyes told her that he was reliving the same memories she was also thinking about. "Why don't you fill up a warm bath," she asked.
"Mom, we said we can't go there. And I don't think Coral would approve either."
"It warms my heart to know you considered her feelings just now. I would never dream of imposing on them. She loves you deeply. I would never do anything to jeopardize that. We still need to fix your problem, however."
"She gave her approval. She even had a few suggestions. We aren't going to do what you are thinking. But it may fulfill that desire all the same."
"I'm always the last to find out what you three have planned for me."
"May as well get used to it. Oh, and this is also training."
"Training?"
"You don't think you are just going to start at the top, do you? You've got a lot of years ahead of you scrubbing bedpans, changing filthy sheets, and.... Washing the women who can't wash themselves."
"Oh my God Mom I really am going to throw up." He pretended to run towards the bathroom.
"Wait until you see your first prolapsed uterus!"
He really did run into the bathroom and throw up.
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"Denise, we should not be doing this," warned Coral.
"Neither should they. Stop being so judgemental and plug this in."
Coral did as she was asked and looked at the big screen. Denise had a TV which covered the entire wall. It was now filled with the view of the bathroom where Mark was filling the tub with warm water.
"But this is spying. They don't know they are being watched."
"You didn't tell Mark?"
"Of course not!"
"Then it is a good thing I did. Miranda as well."
Coral looked at her in disbelief. "They both know we are watching?"
"Why do you think he already has a hard-on? Quit being such a priss. This is just like the other night. You didn't mind watching then."
Coral blushed deeply. "Denise, I'm not sure you are a good influence on me. Do I really want to become your apprentice?"
Denise lay back on the couch and undid her blouse. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side. Her large breasts were aching to be free of the bra she had on. The clasp in the front allowed Denise to do that easily, dropping the bra to the floor. Coral couldn't help but stare. Denise had some of the finest tits on the planet and her pert, pink nipples were staring Coral in the face.
Denise stood up to remove the rest of her clothes. "Hurry up," she said, "The show is about to start. Get over here and get rid of those duds."
Coral eagerly complied.
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They both lowered themselves into the water together, the warmth covering their bodies. Miranda had opened an old bottle of rum from the liquor cabinet. It was filling them with warmth as well.
Mark still wasn't used to seeing his mother nude. It excited him tremendously. When he had told her of his decision to become a nurse, she was wearing a set of scrubs she often wore around the house. His mother had an incredible body. His arousal had begun long before she started peeling off her clothes later.
When she went to unhook her bra, she noticed his eyes. She did it slowly, letting her bra fall to the floor only after enticingly lowering the straps and holding the cups to her chest.
He quickly undressed and was rock hard. Precum was oozing from his cock and started flowing copiously as she went for her panties.
Seeing her fluffy pubic hair come into view made him cum. Just like that. He came without anything touching his cock at all! It shot across the room and splashed into the side of the tub. The second stream was just short. Miranda urged him to get it all out with her voice only. She stayed where she was.
"My but aren't you excited! There will be a lot more coming out of that gigantic cock of yours soon. I promise you that."
Now that they were in the tub and warm, she decided to fulfill that promise. "Lesson number one for today, Nurse Mark. What are the most sensitive areas of the human body?"
"The genitalia."
"Correct! You may sit up on the edge and I will touch yours." She was very careful not to overdo it, but it still felt great. "Another area?"
He was staring right at them. "The nipples?"
"Very good." She let go of his cock and brought her nipples to within range of his mouth. She had not done this before. He greedily started licking and sucking them.
After a few minutes, she asked again. "Another?"
"The anus?"
"Yes, but you will have to talk to Denise about that. I was thinking of these." She grabbed his hand and pressed her tongue to his fingertips. She licked up and down on each finger and took one into her mouth. He started to moan deeply.
"I see," he said.
"Do you?" She asked. "Was I talking about your fingers, or my tongue?" He started to think about it, then his eyes became huge.
She stood up and kissed him deeply. The orgasm began then. Deftly she slid down his chest and abdomen with her tongue, arriving at the shaft of his cock just as he started to arch his back and shoot spurt after spurt of cum. It covered her face and spilled onto her breasts. She grasped his cock and spread the cum around on her breasts with it.
"Oh my God mom, that was intense. But how is this helping? I seem to be getting worse. You've barely touched me and I've covered both you and the floor with cum."
"We agree. Here you go Miranda. This will help."
Denise was handing her a warm, wet rag. She and Coral had somehow entered the bathroom unnoticed. They were completely naked.
"Sorry," said Coral. "You got the camera all fogged up. We couldn't see."
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Denise and Coral wanted to get in the tub badly, but there just wasn't room. Miranda nixed Denise's request to move everything over to her house again. "I agreed you could watch you two, so watch. We can talk about it later."
"Mark. There is something you must learn. It seems no matter what we do, you don't last long. I think I know why."
She indicated he should get to his knees, and she edged up on the edge of the tub. He got a huge grin on his face.
"Is that grin because you think this will work?"
"No, it is because I have no clue what to do, but I couldn't ask for three finer instructors."
"But I'm not-"
"Can it you two," piped Denise. "Just roll with it. Now Mark, this is where the fun starts."
Denise taught him everything. From where to start and what to touch to how to breathe and how to make a woman ejaculate. Miranda never had it so good. Mark was a natural.
When Miranda started to feel herself cum, she allowed herself to fantasize that she had Mark's huge cock inside her. It was OK. It wasn't actually there and she wasn't at risk of it being so. He came too fast.
She pulled his face deep inside as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. He was amazing. She felt wave after wave of pleasure while she ground against his face.
Then she came again. My God she came again. She had never had a multiple orgasm before. She could get used to this.
At last she released his head and he came up gasping for air. "I am so spent," she said. "You are amazing! I am so proud of you."
He had returned to normal with his breathing, but started taking deeper breaths again.
Red hair was bobbing up and down between his legs. How she could get into that position defied logic. Coral was sucking on his cock like there was no tomorrow.
Denise winked at Miranda and tapped her wrist. "He's lasted longer than you did!"
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Mark easily gained acceptance to nursing school and graduated with honors. He and Coral were married shortly after he started work at the hospital. He never did work at the nursing home.
Miranda met a wonderful surgeon and they dated for only a year before getting married. She had another child, a daughter, whom they named Abigail Denise.
Dr. Wayne never did tell his wife where he spent those long hours after work. Neither did Dr. Renfro, Dr. Stevens, or Dr. Crocker. Denise was fair, however. She was just more discreet with the female doctors.
The End.
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