9 comments/ 192680 views/ 24 favorites The Mother of all Nurses By: DallyG Cassandra was a bountiful middle-aged wet nurse in the prime of her womanhood, struggling to deal with tragic events in her life that has lead to her becoming a widow. Throughout her daily life of caring for others and living vicariously through her working relationships, Cassandra manages to get by, but remains somewhat lonely and saddened by the fact that most men she had dated since were frightened off by her home-maker qualities and her strong desire to start a family. Was it the fact that she was built larger and stronger than most other women - did men not find her attractive? Or was it because that she knew what she wanted and went for it, but in so doing smothered those she loved too much which pushed them away? Though she asked herself these questions over and over in burning self-inquisition, she attempted to find solace in burying herself in her work. Ever aware of her fast ticking biological clock, her life intensified one day when she sees a melancholy and brooding young man rushed into her hospital after suffering serious injuries including a broken hip, arm and leg from a cycling accident. During his operation whilst unconscious, Cassandra finds herself strangely enjoying removing the man's clothes and despite his horrendous injuries, finds herself fantasising about being the only one able to bring him back to full health. She begins to tend to him more than her other patients, wanting him to live, wanting him to affirm life and most of all, she wanted to see the cruel pained frown he wore change to a smile. In his groggy semi-conscious state in a recovery ward, the man is only half aware of the voluptuous maternal looking older woman wiping down his brow with a damp cloth and smoothing it over the cuts down his chin, neck and over the abrasions on his chest. He groans and squints in and out of consciousness, the foggy shapes of the nurse's beauteous outline forming a hazy thick and rounded hourglass, shades of dark brown hair and an expression so amiably warm and welcome. He faintly felt the cloth dabbed softly over his chest and gritted his teeth slightly as the pain of his injuries washed over him amid the dulling anaesthetic. He drowsily sighed back into sleep as Cassandra looked to him and bandaged a deep cut on one of his arms. Her image began to transcend his sleepy state and siphon directly into his dreams and memories. She reminded him of many his mother's close friends and his mind travelled back to his times as an adolescent growing up around them. He thought of the nights his family spent camping in the bush and their time cutting wood and creating firewood to be sold to customers. It was one night around a fire after a meal and some alcohol that his mother and lover were by themselves in the tent, his three sisters out for a walk, and others out driving. He sat around the fire by himself glumly and stared out to the stars and thought of his mother's friend Mary who had gone into town for supplies. She seemingly knew how he was growing up and teased him constantly, pouting at him and pushing out her proudly ample chest and shaking it at him when she knew he was looking at her. She'd also extend her wide fertile hips invitingly and wave her bum at him, looking over her shoulder and sticking out her tongue. Pent up libido caused him to repress his ill-conceived thoughts of taking her out in the middle of the bush and having his way with her and he felt so guilty and wrong for having such lascivious thoughts about her. However, she was such a perfectly sculptured and wholesome woman that carved an indelible imprint on to his unconscious. Yet it was only the body of heaven that ever shook amidst his early straining for relief, the fire receiving and burning away his young seed. In a dull throbbing daze, he gradually came to and again the shape of the nurse filled his senses with a strangely stirring and pleasing comfort, a sense that he was going to be just fine despite the complaints his body made. Cassandra had dutifully finished washing his upper body and now prepared herself for something she'd been secretly waiting for ever since she saw him come into the hospital. She squeezed out the cloth and soaked and rinsed it again, her heartbeat increasing faster as she bit her lip and gently took the edge of the sheet and towel covering her patient's lower body. Marvelling first at his broad, well toned and muscled form and feeling deep sympathy for his injuries, she chastised herself for feeling like a giddy school girl, as she removed the towel and set her eyes down his chest, stomach and then squarely upon his large white uncircumcised penis, which lay softly flaccid and dormant in sleep. Gasping slightly, Cassandra quickly replaced the towel and caught her breath, the young man's penis being much larger than her ex-husband's, even when erect. Her thoughts went back to her dead husband, who had been impotent all through their marriage. Gathering herself and concentrating upon her professional duty, Cassandra looked at the young man and sensed he was dozing from the anaesthetic and so again removed the towel. Her eyes were drawn once again magnetically to the young man's penis and delicately she went to work, cleaning around his groin and pubic region, over his upper thighs, before with a shaking hand taking his thick members head between her fingers and thumb before cleaning around it, gasping slightly again at the sight of his bulging scrotum. Two thick heavy plum sized balls hung lowly and rested upon his thighs and the man stirred slightly as she cleaned them with the cloth and rolled her fingers underneath them. 'His balls are enormous!' Cassandra thought to herself, so much heavier and larger than her husband's had been. She felt her body tingle all over with electrical energy, and after carefully watching her patient, knowing she still had to clean the most important part in her duty. Delicately she took his flaccid penis in her hand and peeled back the foreskin, allowing his mushroom head to protrude proudly. It was a healthy shade of red and Cassandra couldn't take her eyes off it as she washed it with the cloth in warm and soapy water. The man stirred again in his sleep and a groan seemed to be audible from the back of his throat. Cassandra was spellbound in cleaning his manhood and realised suddenly that her stimulation was causing him to become aroused. Her supple sure grip and soft treatment of his cockhead had caused the blood to rush into the shaft and Cassandra was shocked at how quickly it became hard and erect in her hand. At one stage, she let go and just stared at it...watched it grow larger and thicker, it's one eye extending outwards and seemingly staring at her keenly as if demanding attention. Feeling her heartbeat send her nervous system on end, Cassandra quickly replaced the towel and hoped that he would quickly fall and that her patient would not realise what had just taken place as many men could not control such natural reactions to stimulation. Cleaning up hastily, she turned to leave from him and put some items away realising that she'd best hurry to tend her other patients before the end of her shift. Before she could leave the room however her eyes darted to back to her patient and down to the tent she had inadvertently created in her patient. To her shock, it was still standing up imperiously. Going slightly red, Cassandra smiled to herself and looked around conspiratorially...I really should go tend to the elderly, she thought for a moment...but...I can't leave him in that state! Helen can handle the elderly ward, she decided, leaving a mark on her roster in the hall before going back to her young patient's room. Closing the door to the room and moving the curtain around the bed, Cassandra sure enough found her young patient still erect as she removed the towel again and marvelled at his manhood. I'll make him feel better, she thought to herself...I'll relieve him and take away his pain for a little while... Cassandra felt her heart alight as she put on a new set of latex gloves and found some lubricant in a drawer. Deftly she squirted a liberal amount over the phallus which looked on at her with its loving one-eye. Tenderly she stroked it in her full hand, firstly by rubbing the glands with her fingers and thumb, tickling him, then gently massaging the whole shaft and squeezing as she got higher and closer to the head and loosening as she did the downstroke. She knew her husband had loved this method and she repeated the stroke with a wondrous slow rhythm, using her other hand to cup and rub the young man's scrotum. Soon she felt her womanhood dampen, as she made love to the young man's erect penis with her hands. The more she jerked on him and played with his manhood, the wetter she became, thinking unbidden lustful thoughts go dancing in her consciousness. Her eyes darted now and again up to the young man's face, hearing a soft moan come from the back of his throat in half-sleep. When his eyes opened whilst she was staring at him, it was as if he were emerging into a dream. She heard him moan again and felt him try to push upwards in her hand now and again as she stroked him, his eyes locked on her beautiful fertile body. She felt as if he were silently undressing her with his eyes, his gaze burning with lust ignited by Cassandra's tender worship of his cock. Crying out loudly all of a sudden, the young man released a thick torrent of his sperm, the first shot of which jetted out and landed on his chest, "oh my sweet baby...it's beautiful", crooned Cassandra, slowing down her stroke perfectly to draw more semen out of him, each shot springing like a spring geyser from his cream canon, up and down all over his naked stomach. She kept stroking him and cooing as at least seven more shots squirted, some falling in strings and droplets over her gloved hand. Eventually he subsided and she dutifully cleaned him again, all the time aware that his silent eyes were feasting upon her hips and breasts especially, wanting to catch glimpses of her from all angles. Carefully she removed the gloves and put them in a small bag before tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead, ensuring his fullest comfort. He sighed as she looked to his eyes to find that he had fallen asleep again. Cassandra smiled to herself, and then left the room quickly, her heart in her mouth, walking down the corridor to her next patient. Before she could get there however, a burning in her loins sent her to the ladies room. There, she hastily locked a door and lowered her wringing wet panties. Cassandra touched her faintly with two fingers, for relief, thinking about what she had done and what the consequences might be. She thought of her patient's silent roving eyes exploring her curvaceous body and inserted a finger inside her dampness, her mind full of his pulsing manhood. How much she had enjoyed watching him release his seed! It was the single largest volume of sperm she'd ever seen in one orgasm and it was all because of her! She knew that he had found her attractive in the way his eyes pawed at her flesh despite the large age difference and his bad physical condition. He was young enough to be her son! The thought was taboo but still she found herself giving in to the lustful thoughts behind it all. Finding the only spare room with an empty bed that she could find, Cassandra laid herself down and rested for awhile, taking stock of the situation again. Her mind was flooded with the image of his sperm shooting out over his chest and the slow strokes she had made to get him hard, the first time she had pulled back his foreskin. Cassandra took out her favourite toy from her purse - a vibrator, to which she quickly entered and jagged herself to an ecstatic orgasm, thinking of her young patient's hard cock. Before she was about to cum, a lustful thought rushed through her mind and she immediately opened the bag containing the latex gloves she had used on her lucky patient. The semen was still sticky on it and after smelling it and tasting a little bit of it, Cassandra put the glove back on and guided her now sticky fingers deep inside herself as far as they would go...her body shook all over and she cried out in pleasure as she cleaned the glove of the semen with her vaginal walls, their fluids mingling. Gathering herself and looking left and right in the corridor, Cassandra took a deep breath and went back to work...thinking what tomorrow would bring. END OF PART ONE The Mother of all Nurses Ch. 02 The next few days Cassandra found that her shift routine had kept her away from the young man, in another part of the hospital. This irritated her slightly but she kept up with his condition regularly checking in with Helen and reading his patient profile. Under the current medication, she read the recommendation of the doctor and noticed the following line: "the patient's immune system is reacting negatively to the current painkillers. To prevent further infection and help stimulate regrowth of vital broken muscles and bone, a diet rich in protein and calcium is thus required". Cassandra smiled to herself faintly, thinking of a natural way to help her patient recover faster. She knew that she would make a difference to him. Over the next few nights before going home, Cassandra snuck into the lab and took home ampoules of metoclopramide, a prolactin stimulant. Before her meals at night, she would take these and go to bed thinking again of her patient as she used a breast pump to help stimulate the production of her milk, the large ripe teats of her fertile womanhood gradually becoming heavier, and her nipples dark and swollen. Work colleagues began to comment about how rosy her cheeks appeared or how more animated she would seem, her body full of the liquid of motherhood. The feelings excited Cassandra as she had never experienced them before despite her age. Now she wanted to heal him, fill him up with her goodness and make him smile. But most of all secretly, she wanted to see his life maker spring up to attention for her again and to see his life force gushing out in her name and his eyes all over her body. At first she would simply sneak into the kitchen and whilst the cooks weren't around, she would take out her patients designated custard desserts, unzip her nurse uniform and withdraw one of her swelling D cup orbs of succulent beauty and spray his food liberally with her symbolic love and healing power until one was empty. If only she were on the roster to be the one to put it in his mouth with a spoon and to see his expressions as he tasted her nurturing fluid. Eventually this routine was not enough for Cassandra and finally she decided that she simply must be in the room with him again. After her post she hid behind a curtain in an opposing room and waited for the nurse attending the young man to leave. With her heart in her mouth, Cassandra crept out and into his room, closing the door faintly behind her. She opened up the curtain around his bed and closed it as well, her eyes sweeping down to her patient to find him wide awake and staring fixedly at her. His expression was stony and dark as he locked eyes with hers, but as Cassandra's eyes softened with care and kind intent, she felt his eyes drift and settle down upon her ample bosom which seemed to rise and push out towards him and then down her hourglass figure. After his gaze had feasted upon the curves of her nurse uniform for some time, without a word, Cassandra was beside him and pulling back his blankets, his flaccid manhood resting soft and dormant upon his thigh. Biting her lip just looking at it again, Cassandra opened up her nurse uniform and brought it down so that her large nursing bra was visible. The young man tried hard to turn all the way around, struggling against his injuries, his eyeballs following her every movement becoming again fixed upon her bosom. At the very sight of the nursing bra struggling to contain the nurse' full dew laden mountains, the young man's manhood began to fill with blood in a slow rise from its many long nights of slumber since their first meeting. Cassandra gasped as his penis extended before her eyes at her attention, feeling its gaze peer toward her, feeling wanted, feeling as though her presence was now more than needed. "You want to see my breasts, don't you? You want to see what I have for you here...so much bundled love. You've tasted me the past couple of weeks now...I've been in your every dessert." She smiled warmly at him. Slowly she unhooked her bra completely and dropped it to the ground, her full breasts standing jutted like proud torpedoes of delight, her nipples ripe and rich, full of her invigorating mature dew. Opening her breasts, she leaned down and encased her patients face into her cleavage and rubbed softly with affection, immersing her warm orbs and wrapping him up in her maternal web. The young man groaned audibly, in pain and pleasure, toing and froing, his face within her flesh cradled caress, his cock leaping out at the sensations, leaping out at this beautifully voluptuous older woman standing attentively before him. She was less inhibited than any of his girlfriends, more confident, more assured and knew exactly how to please him. His bloated cock head throbbed almost painfully as he moved restlessly, kissing out at the nurse's deep cleavage, smelling out her deepest scents, remembering Mary...how much he'd wanted her to take his virginity and to feast upon her bosom. After smothering him for some time in her cleavage, Cassandra withdrew a breast and offered a nipple to her patient. His tongue darted out and explored in circles around perfect circles, before the nurse sat forward and without hesitation, the young man opened his mouth and latched on to her nipple. His instinctive response was immediate as he began sucking on Cassandra's breast, who rubbed his head lightly and moved wisps of hair off his forehead. "oh you sweet baby, I'll make you feel better", she whispered soothingly looking back at his cock and lovingly reaching back to begin the slow stroking she had perfected before. She'd change from a soft grip on the down stroke and tighten her fingers on the up stroke in a sure, clock-like rhythm, almost a counter to the insistence of his sucking. Without gloves was so much better she decided, loving the warm feel of his young hard manhood pulse in her hand and how his head would kiss her palm and fingers sometimes with its pre-ejaculate. The fourth or fifth time it did this, Cassandra peeled back his foreskin and admired his cock's broad head. "You're bigger than my husband ever was, you know?" And you're probably half his age...she laughed and blushed. Oh you're so hard for me! I love stroking it for you...I can tell you like it too, and like what you see... She smiled and crooned to her patient who was suckling upon her breast instinctively and nuzzling with his nose into her soft flesh, making desperate sounds of want. Cassandra hushed him and jerked slower and slower. He groaned back in response with pleasure, increasing the intensity of his sucking, taking more of her breast into his mouth and she helped him by squeezing under her large sweet teat, until finally the rich protein filled milk began to squirt forth from her induced lactating nipples. She felt him begin to swallow hard and gulp several times and sigh before going down for more..."Oh there it goes...drink deep, that's the way...Don't worry...I'll look after you just fine sweetie, until you're healthy and new", she smiled reassuringly down at him. She found herself looking back upon his phallus and stroking it fondly as he groaned more loudly this time and drank deeply upon her healing fluids. Low into his ear, she found to her shock that she cooed lustfully "it's ok sweetheart...mama make it better" Suddenly, the man unlatched himself and swallowed quickly before saying in a husky deep voice "say that again...please..." his voice trailed off...more insistently, say it slower...like you mean it...please... Not thrown off by his first words to her, Cassandra was too far gone into lustful bliss to turn back and think about how taboo it sounded.."shhh...mama make it better..." she called again softly, sensuously, holding his head against her teat and rocking, stroking his cock, her fingers rolling down to his testicles between each stroke and snaking over the soft rubbery skin lightly, making his erection surge and body tingle more. "You're so hard for me...but mama make it better", she cooed. The young man felt a tear run down his cheek as he thought of Mary, thought how much the nurse resembled her in body shape and size. Her large pancake like areola and long nippled breasts, her widely thick and inviting hips, her melodious maternal voice; she was the purity of womanhood to him. Accepting, giving, encouraging, loving, caring...and most of all, life affirming. He felt her goodness going down through his body immediately, felt it filling him and incentivising his virility. He was being healed at supernatural speed, such was the power of her mammary instilled love. Cassandra pawed at his manhood and bit her lip as she looked at it throbbing in her hand, almost hypnotised by its power, wanting again to see his full release. It had been more than two weeks since that first time and she knew he would not last much longer. "My injured patient needs relief mmm?" she whispered again, rubbing his back and pulling her empty teat out of his mouth. Cassandra patted his back smiling tenderly "I'll bet you're full and all nice and warm now, there, there..." she said as if to imitate burping a newborn, whilst rubbing his glands with the tips of her fingers. "Now to fix your little problem here," she giggled. She moved down alongside his waist and delicately opened her cleavage and pushed his cock between her breasts and stroked him more with them, feeling him pulse and lubricate her skin. The young man moaned quite loudly at this and sensing he was close, Cassandra stroked him several more times, eyeing his purple head as it poked out between her breasts, before peeling down his foreskin and deftly lowering her head, sucking just once expertly on his exposed glands. In seconds, his entire body convulsed and he cried out loudly for Mary, for succour, for sustenance...for this beautiful nurse easing his pain that was the very avatar of motherhood. Semen began bursting forth from his penis violently in long thick colossal waves all over Cassandra's milky breasts. "Good...mmm, that's my sweet little man. Let it all go over mama's breasts...oh, you've so much of it...yes let it all out...that's the way...cover mammas big breasts baby,....Cassandra was mesmerised as she let go of his young cock and observed it pumping out it's seed, feeling it splash and roll down her breasts. At one stage she lowered her face again and opened her mouth and caught a good volley of it, cupping his balls to ensure that her warmth encouraged the maximum out of him. Cassandra swallowed the shot of his life's essence with joy, humming softly as his orgasm subsided, beginning to clean him with her lips, kissing and licking his glands dry with worshipping affection. The young man spent, panted mutedly and felt his eyes fixed to Cassandra's heavy bosom, felt them beginning to close, so full and opiated was he from her motherly fluids. The hint of a contented smile shone on his face as he slipped into bliss. Cassandra smiled to herself and sighed with pleasure, gathering as much of his semen as possible into a small dish, using a special sealed cover to ensure it kept at room temperature, knowing that it could last at least a couple of hours outside of the body if it came from a healthy male. She cleaned up and hastily left the room, her panties once again wringing wet... Driving home, she couldn't take her eyes off of the dish in her bag, thinking of what had transpired, of how much she had inspired him and how much she had healed him. When she got home, Cassandra lit a fire and made herself a beautiful dinner. She then showered and prepared herself for a ritual she'd already envisaged whilst watching the semen spurting from her patient. Taking the dish, she opened it and siphoned as much as she could save into a long cooking syringe. Laying her towel in front of the fire, Cassandra spread herself wide and lay on her towel feeling the flames warm her limbs. She then lay back and took her vibrator, jagging softly at first at her vaginal entrance before easing further and deeper. Her strong vice like vaginal muscles sucked her favourite vibrator deep inside, just where she liked it most. She thought of her taboo words to her patient and thought of his virile manhood...covering her breasts with its life-giving seed. In the embracing cusp of the flames, Cassandra cried out her pleasure more intensely than before as she tickled her clitoris and let her own juices trickle out onto the towel. She swooned and extended her neck rearing up amidst the flames, taking the cooking syringe and spreading wider before inserting it as far as she could, pushing upon it feverishly inch by inch, feeling the still warm healthy young sperm jet itself inside her maternal womb...shivering, as she lay back and emptied the syringe, indolently she raised her own nipple to her mouth and suckled from herself, falling asleep by the fire. END OF PART TWO