0 comments/ 161745 views/ 43 favorites What’s Up Doc? By: clinton09 [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; STORIES HAVE A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED; HERE BE DRAGONS] * Well, I couldn't act surprised. I had just turned 18 that very day. My beautiful mom kissed me, saying, "My baby's grown up. I'm so proud of you!" My old man, a successful physician, was somewhat 'less effusive' in his praise and celebration. We had had some 'doings' in the past. He had kicked my girlfriend out of my room (which was separated by the garage from the main house) because he couldn't tolerate 'such behavior'; given me a black eye for talking back; and even slapped me for using a bad word...while going 73 on I-95! When I made the football team, he told me he wouldn't sign the injury waiver that absolved the school of any liability for injury. That was reasonable, I assume, but he did it not out of concern for me. With the weight room hours and extreme fitness regimen, I was getting into spectacular shape. He would grumble that I had to wear a shirt all the time in the house. It didn't register in my brain that he was getting jealous, worried that my rapidly perfecting physique would draw admiring glances from a woman we both lived with. So, his birthday present was just a reminder that I was warned about getting out when I was 18...don't let the door hit you...and so on. I moved out. I had to find a job fast, so I went into construction. At least it got me out in the sun, worked off my computer flab, even built a little muscle. By the end of the first year 'under the sun', I had grown three inches, gotten broad shoulders and 23 inch biceps. It was great until I got home and those aches started until the next work day began. Meanwhile, my mother's marriage was in a tailspin. My mom (Sue) drove her big brown Caddy up to my place. Seeing her visiting me for the 1st time ever at my pathetic shack, I ran to greet her. My mom, Sue, was wearing a yellow billowy blouse, a wrap around skirt, and high white leather strappy sandals. She was only five foot two, but even at 41, her figure was still Barbie Doll perfect. Her only 'flaw' were breasts that, at 36D, were ever so slightly too big for her frame, making her look like she could fall over at any time. Her legs were always bikini wax smooth, her ankles slender, and her feet neatly pedicured, the red painted toes on her little feet cute, if not downright sexy. Funny thing was that after living with mom, the thought that she was also a woman, and quite a hot MILF, never occurred to me. Now, after a year of separation, watching her wiggle to my humble abode, her outsized breasts bouncing, I got just an inkling of wood down there, to my embarrassment. I let mom in and gave her the biggest hug in the history of the planet. "So, how are things at home, and how ARE you surviving without me around?" I asked. Mom's hands, laden with wedding and engagement rings, and a family heirloom charm bracelet (one of the hearts was mine), noisily caressed my newly bronzed steel hard body. She said, "My God, Jimmy, you're huge!" (Proudly, I flexed my arms honed by construction work; my biceps bulged to their 23 inch max) "To think that you were sick for maybe 12 to 18 months when you were ten. I worried day and night about you. But now, to see how strong and healthy you've become, it's a great relief." Her hands continued their assault on my powerful arms, finishing with a final soft touch and gentle squeeze. I asked, "I'm delighted you came to see me, finally. What brought on this welcome desire to see me, though—is there anything wrong?" She said, "No sweetheart. [She bit her lip] I did want to see you before I had the operation. I went to one of daddy's friends who said that my... do you really want ALL the details?" I said, "YES, mom! If you can't tell me, then who can you talk to?" She continued, kissing me on the forehead, "I am sorry honey, but this is kind of intimate. The doctor told me that my ovaries were pre-cancerous and he would like to do a complete hysterectomy, in fact removing virtually all of the 'woman parts'. In his opinion, it's the only way. So I came here to see you before, just in case something went wrong." I said, "Wait, 'one of daddy's friends'? Did you get a 2nd opinion?" She said, "Why would I? That doctor is a diplomate on the board. " I said, "Look, you're scheduled for surgery 2 pm tomorrow? Indulge me; you will see a doctor in the city (Manhattan), an ob gyn, but today. I will think of some excuse." I got out my cell phone, used the Bing search, and found an experienced female ob gyn in New Rochelle, not far from our Connecticut abode. I was going to give them a real sob story. Instead, I 'manned up' and told them the truth: this was a last minute second opinion. Mom looked very uneasy. I had booked an (unnecessary?) appointment which would require us to drive miles out of our way thru New York area traffic. If this DIDN'T work out, she would not be visiting me again for years, if ever. I drove her big brown floating boat, the Caddy. Built before Caddy's got all 'euro' with great handling, this one floated over expansion strips and potholes. After the 1st hour, I actually preferred it to the precision German-type Caddy's we had now, with their sharp jouncing and buffeting over New York area roads (which are as cratered as the moon, by the way.) We got to the offices in suburban New York. I walked with mom all the way, even into the examining room. The doctor was surprised that I was there. She said, "We don't normally get sons who are so dedicated to the health of their mothers, nor moms who admit they need the moral support. Let's get started. Feel free to stop me and dismiss your handsome son whenever you want to. I have to warn you, I've been told I have the coldest instruments in the state. Sorry about that!" I held mom's hand. She squeezed increasingly hard as the exam got to its 'high point'. The good doctor told mom to get dressed and meet her in her main office as soon as we could. There was no rush, as we were the last patients and the only other people in the office. I had the oddest feeling; my beautiful mother was putting her clothes back on as I turned away. The fact that she had the confidence in me to be nude in the same room made me feel proud, confident, even a bit excited. It would be nice to say I didn't sneak a peek; well I was a good boy and never once turned around. It wasn't my fault that the doctor's cotton dispenser was in a flat sided rectangular chrome box with 100% mirror clarity. Oh, man...mom! Well, at least I never turned around... Mom held my hand firmly as we got to her office. She motioned for us to sit down. On the desk were x-rays, her notes, and a prescription for a pain killer, standard issue after such an exam. She smiled at us. "You will be happy to note, I see absolutely nothing wrong with anything in there. I mean not the slightest growth, benign or otherwise. Based upon my 20 years of experience, I can tell you that you are as healthy there as anyone 41, or 31 for that matter. By the way, you are close to your peak fertility, too, if you were wondering." Mom stood up and rushed to the desk, shaking her hand with shock, relief, and appreciation. The doctor said, "It was wise of you to get a second opinion. Too many people rely on no second opinion or ones made by cronies of their physician. This might have saved you an immeasurable loss to your feeling of self; I'm as relieved as you are. Thank you for coming to see me." As we drove home, I told mom I had something to tell her I was holding back. When she came to visit, I was going to tell her, but the impending operation and worries about it superseded it. I began, "Mom, I don't know how to say this. You have told me that you had tried to have more children. You said that he had blamed the problem on you and that 'quack' that was going to open you up tomorrow confirmed his theory. Well, now we know that that was a lie. Now, I hate to tell you something else that will burst a bubble. Well, according to a friend of dad's receptionist I dated, dad has been seeing a number of his middle- aged patients after hours. He apparently flaunts his cheating ways pretty openly in some parts of town. God, I'm sorry to be the bearer of this news." It was the first time I had seen my mom literally turn red. She fulminated, "So, he said I was infertile when he just wasn't interested in our marriage and family? His medical meetings were trysts with the local town sluts in downtown speakeasies? I think we will have to do a little more investigating, but it looks like my gorgeous hunk of a son has saved me a 2nd time in one day." She beamed at me and caressed my muscular right arm as I drove. She reached over to muss my hair, straightened it, telling me that she loved me. It was the nicest thing I had ever heard. We tried to drive home, but the New York area traffic was a solid wall now that we were going with traffic and during rush hour. Mom got on my cell phone and called off the procedure, citing a medical problem that just arose (our new doctor would help us there, too.) When traffic literally came to a standstill and sirens were passing every few minutes, mom directed me to go to a hotel near the freeway off ramp. She said, "Mal is at one of those 'monthly medical meetings' up state, so he won't miss me. I can't stand traffic, semi trucks, sirens. Let's grab a couple of rooms and relax for tonight." Fate dictated what happened next. Mom had an overnight case that she kept in the trunk for just such contingencies. It wasn't much to check in with, but an AMEX card gets you in to any hotel in America. Mom checked the box on the registration card for 'husband and wife' by mistake. The clerk said, "Well you two are in luck; we have just one room left, the bridal suite. As it's the only room, we won't charge you more than a simple king sized bed. Have a nice evening." We went to what they called a 'lounge'. Mom uncharacteristically had three whiskey sours while I had rum and cokes to match (when I went to the men's room, I tipped the bartender to make that Coke from the well only, no rum). We then went to our room. As we approached the room, a huge moth was hovering by the yellow light over the outside walkway. Mom was incredibly squeamish and almost leaped into my arms. I swatted it and it flew away. Mom was still quaking, holding tight to my oversized arm muscles. Then there was a roach big enough to be saddled scurrying about. Now mom DID jump into my powerful arms, hugging me close, insisting I carry her. I opened the motel room door; they gave us a really nice big suite. I carried mom and her overnight kit. I dropped the kit on the desk by the door and kicked the door closed. Mom looked at me and we communicated almost telepathically. Mom said, "Please, Jimmy, don't put me down. Don't ever put me down. You just carried me over the threshold." Our lips met, our kiss passionate, penetrating, made with love. I gently put her down. "Jimmy, you saved me from a needless operation, opened my eyes about a certain cheating husband, helped me thru a tough medical exam, and said you'd always be there to help me. God help me, but I love you so much!" She stood up on tiptoes in the sandals, kissing me on the cheek. She grabbed the overnight bag, saying she'd be right out. I wasn't sure what was happening, I mean, this was my mom and all. She never gave the slightest indication ever that she had more than an innocent motherly love for me. I took off my clothes except for my boxer shorts and did some pushups, holding onto the low dresser as a base. Feeling good, feeling pumped up, I checked my stuff in the mirror. Flexing my hard construction work muscles, my biceps bulging, I felt kind of proud. I have to confess, I was so absorbed by my own image, that I had not noticed mom when she came out of the bathroom. All of a sudden, as I stood admiring my Mr. Olympia pose, muscles making like small mountains, I felt the most delicious feeling I had ever felt. I stood still and there it was again, a soft scraping against my sensitive sun-burned back. I turned rapidly and saw my gorgeous mom, wearing only bikini underwear. Mom's oversized 36D cup breasts had been dragged back and forth across my back, the throbbing erect nipples sticking out like thumbs. Face to face, as man and woman, for the first time, I was in total shock. Mom had a much cooler head in these matters, and reached into my boxer shorts. She exclaimed, "Oh, my God, give me the strength...your penis is gigantic. My God, you are so much bigger than your father; I mean 2, 3 times as big. And your family jewels! [She cupped my balls, heavy with seed, swollen to the size of oranges] As they said in Blazing Saddles, you are too much man for him to compete with. He'd need an army to defeat you. My hero!" She rose on her beautiful bare feet and kissed me, this time on the lips. Well, I had a moral dilemma here. Did I flaunt society's taboos? Should I be a good 'little boy' and call my father to get his opinion? Perhaps I could call the night clerk, the one playing Halo III, and get a 2nd opinion? OR, just do this: I picked up my petite mom in my construction powered arms and threw her gently to the middle of the big king-sized bed. I ripped off the boxers and got between those shapely legs. Mom's hands were welcoming me as she encircled her entrance with both hands. I could take a hint and let her take over, allowing the big uncut head of my eleven inch cock to fall into her waiting hands. Mom used my powerful fucktoy as a sexual aide, holding it as best she could with one hand, swirling it just inside her slavering pussy lips, moaning in pleasure. In the middle of this, she stopped. She looked at me and said, "Jim, I'm not too old, like your father told me, am I? You still find me sexy? Am I just using my son who's too polite to speak up? Is my act of gratitude here and now violating something that you believe in?" I said, "Mom, you're not too old. To be blunt you're still the most desirable lay in the world. I never thought of you as a sex object till earlier today, when I realized I had a beautiful mom. More than a few guys told me years ago that you had a fantastic figure; that they secretly stared at your plump breasts, shapely legs, and the rest of the package. I never admitted it to myself, but when they talked like that, it got me hard. If I had known you had had all of these marital problems, I would have taken you out of that home, whether I could support you or not." Mom said, "Enough talk, sweetheart. Let's do it now; express our new love, our old love, our eternal love." She reached down and scooped my leaden balls, drooping with the weight of saved up sperm. "Now that we know that I am healthy and very fertile tonight, why don't we see if we can unburden you of a few million of your lively potent young sperm? Your task is to get them from here (she shook the huge swollen bull sack), to here (she pointed to her fertile vagina). If you weren't told before, that's how babies are made. [We both laughed and kissed] Your turn, darling." I manfully centered my cockhead at the entrance and plowed in. My enormous cock was greeted with the warmest, tightest grip a man has ever felt. I gingerly pushed in the final 3 inches, careful not to hurt my fragile mom. Mom cupped my swaying bull sack, hefting it one last time while it was still awash in sperm-laden semen. She kissed me hard on the lips, giving me the go-ahead. I didn't know if the motel clerk would get complaints, but it was 10pm and we were fucking like demons. My uncut large cockhead had scraped, tingled, or just plain rubbed against every part of mom's fertile cunt. Mom moaned in orgasm at the first entry, at the midpoint, and now as she approached the grand climax. I was above her watching, and all of a sudden she let out a moan. I quickly fell to kiss those lips. My waiting cockhead swelled, the slit expanding to an opening the size of your third finger. With a manly cry, my balls propelled bombardments of frothy, potent, baby-making sperm near the cervix, the uterus, and all over her womb. As the rapper said, "I got in her womb, and my dick went boom." My excess seed was oozing out around my giant cock, trying to escape her fertile womb. But, I was not about to let those critters escape the corral. I kept inside mom, determined (all of a sudden) to get her pregnant. We kissed passionately. At that very moment, I could just reach the phone. The clown at the front desk said that there were some complaints. I said that I was just doing my nightly exercises but that I would stop. I hung up and then swooned to kiss my gorgeous mom, who laughed at my phone conversation. I went to her ear and whispered, "You're not too old, mom. No woman I've seen is nearly as young and beautiful as you. Your new doctor has confirmed you're as healthy and fertile as a woman 10 years you're junior. You've finally learned about your cheating husband. And now you have received all of my pent-up love, my saved up sperm. It's all inside you. It's only purpose now is to make babies, inside of you. My huge cock, my heavy balls, they are all dedicated to getting you pregnant tonight and, if you still want me, getting you pregnant the next time, and the next time. As long as you have a fertile vagina, I pledge on my life that I will supply quarts and gallons of my virile seed, all with one goal. One day, you will have a swollen belly, and that beautiful sight, you carrying my babies, will get me hard. I will get hard whenever you enter the room, my balls will swell up with baby-making sperm. If you are fertile, I will always be around you, waiting to fertilize your sacred womb, filling it up with child. I swear to you about that. I love you, mom." Mom hugged me tearfully. She stared angrily at the phone, remembering that nasty call we got about noise. I told her in hushed tones that I knew what to do. I got on my back and put her in cowgirl position. Using my powerful construction worker arms, I slowly lifted her and lowered her, again and again, silently and gently. Sure enough, even at that low speed, mom eventually fell over and kissed my lips. I reached up slowly and quietly and grabbed her firm, slightly moist, behind. Clutching it firmly, I arched my back and penetrated her as deeply as possible, releasing salvo after salvo of my baby batter, alive with potent seed. The region that was to have been cruelly removed unnecessarily tomorrow now was fully used and appreciated; squiggling sperm covered every square pubic inch with potential life. It was just a matter of luck, I suppose. Talking about the fates, what was the chance that he would find us and call, at 4 am? Actually, the credit card company had called him with an alert, insofar as he was clearly using his card in one city while someone else was using his card in a distant city. He asked where and what the charge was, told them it was nothing for them to worry about. He then called us. I put it on speakerphone. He screamed, "I heard you're just a musclebound punk who walks around, waving his huge penis in the faces of women who have no interest in a boy like you. And now it appears you've run off with that broken down old mother of yours. Frankly, I will just say good luck and good riddance. I can do a lot better, and with women who don't want complications or children, which is perfect. Who wants either of those, even if I could make children anymore? Your fleabag of a mother didn't know that I got a vasectomy before we got married; that I actually got the son of my head nurse to provide a sperm sample for his checkup and I used the seed from him on a rubber to knock up that hideous witch--your mom. Well, if you have her, you're stuck supporting her. I figure you two will be begging me for a property settlement; you will take ten percent and be grateful...oh, have a nice night!" What’s Up, Doc Author's note: This story is completely fictional. My doctor is female but is not what one would say is 'fantasy inducing'. I hope you enjoy it. * I arrived at my doctor's office for my annual physical. For those of you who are not guys that includes a prostate exam. It's not the most fun part of the exam but it is necessary. After waiting a few minutes to be called I was led into the exam room. The nurse took my temperature, blood pressure and weight. She noted these on her pad and then handed me a hospital gown. "Strip to your underwear and put this on. The doctor will be in soon." She left, closing the door behind her. I stripped and hung my clothes on the hook on the back of the door but before I put the gown on I took off my underwear as well. She always listened to my heart and lungs and I usually had to take my shirt off for that and I figured rather than pulling down my shorts so she could shove her fingers up my ass I'd take them off as well and cut out the middleman. Pulling on the gown I sat on the table and waited. "Hi Roy, how are you doing today," Dr. Bryan said as she sailed into the exam room ten minutes later. "Not bad, Doc, not bad. Of course you're going to confirm that for me," I said as she bustled around the little room. She proceeded to take all my vitals again even though her nurse took them when I arrived. I've always wondered why they do that. Is it to make sure the nurse did the job right or is it just that they like to do it themselves to keep their hand in. After listening to my heart and lungs she put on some rubber gloves and picked up the tube of lube, squeezing some onto her fingers. "Alright Roy, lie down on your left side." I've had a number of doctors do this exam and she's the only one who's had me lie on my side but I wasn't going to question her. She lifted the gown and slid her fingers into my butt crack. I felt her fingers slide into my anus, the cool lube easing the way. She felt around for a second or two then I felt her fingers pull out. Thank God, that was over. I expected to hear her tell me to start getting dressed but that's not what happened. "Oh my," she said in a hushed whisper. "Doc? Anything wrong back there?" I asked humorously but slightly concerned nonetheless. "NO! No, nothing wrong, not at all," she stammered. "What is it, what's bothering you?" "Um... um, you..." she said hesitantly. "Come on, spit it out," I said, now leaning up on my elbow, trying to look over my shoulder. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes seemed to be glued to my ass. "You... shave? You shave your... test—testicles?" she stammered nervously. "Yeah, is there a problem?" I asked, maybe a bit more aggressively than I had intended. I mean, come on, she's a doctor, she's seen it all, right? "No, no problem, I just never expected... to see..." "You've never seen anyone with shaved balls before?" I asked incredulously. I'd have expected her to have seen it on younger guys at least. "No, never. I'd heard about it, of course, and I have a lot of women who shave their genitals, but never a guy before. What made you do it?" I had turned over and was now sitting up and I noticed her disappointment at not being able to see my balls. I got an idea that maybe she'd like to do more than look. Before she had a chance to react I slipped my hand up to the string holding the gown on and pulled. When it came loose I quickly pulled the gown down and off, tossing it into the corner. There I sat, buck naked, in front of my now shocked doctor. Again before she could react I opened my legs giving her the best view of my balls that I could. "Why? Because I like how it feels, and Donna loves the feel of it too," I said quietly, watching her looking at me. Donna is my wife and she loves it that I shave, no hairs in her mouth when she gives me a blowjob. Since the doctor hadn't run screaming I figured I had her and now it was time to see just how far she would go. "Roy?! What are you doing?" she asked nervously though her eyes never left my crotch. "You mean you didn't want a better look? I'm sorry," I said, starting to close my legs. "NO! Please—please don't," she said embarrassed, though she didn't make a move. "Would you like to get a closer look?" I asked conspiratorially as I moved my hips closer to the edge of the table. "No... no, thank you..." "Come on, you know you want to, I don't mind, come on," I cajoled, smiling reassuringly. "Why don't you sit on your stool and come get a good look?" She smiled shyly at me as she drew the stool over with her foot and sat down. She rolled the stool over between my legs, my knees now almost touching her shoulders. "They look so smooth... so soft. How often do you shave?" she asked, her face only inches from my balls now. "Every other day, usually, but I shaved today to make sure there would be no stray hairs. Did I do a good job?" I asked, wanting to get her response. "Yes, I don't see any hairs. It looks so different, everything is out on display without all that forest of hair in the way." "Would you like to... touch them?" I whispered, spreading my legs even more so she could really see my cock and balls. "I... I don't know, I really shouldn't..." she said hesitantly, her expression telling me just the opposite. "I really think you should, I'd hate to have missed something in my own exam and end up with a problem," I replied, holding my breath to see if she'd overcome her reluctance. "Well...um... alright," she said with a shy smile. I smiled too, I knew I had her now. She began to reach out with her fingers when I stopped her. "Not like that, Doc, no hands, use your mouth," I said stretching my hand towards her face. Her eyes snapped up to mine and I saw the confusion there, she was surprised but not unwilling, at least it looked that way to me. "It's the best way to see just how soft it is." I smiled reassuringly, as I slid my hand behind her neck, gently pulling her forward. She hesitated but a moment then with a knowing smile she dropped her hand and leaned forward. When her lips touched my balls we both moaned with delight. "Yessss," I hissed, as her lips fluttered over my balls like the wings of a butterfly. "Umm," she moaned throatily, inhaling deeply of my scent. "I love this smell, it's like no other man I've ever been with. It must be the lack of hair!" She was into it now, pushing her nose deep into my ball sack and sniffing every inch at the same time her lips were kissing my balls lightly then with more force. When she'd gotten her fill of kissing and smelling she put her tongue to work, laving my balls from top to bottom, soaking them with her spit. The whole time I'd been softly moaning and breathing shallowly, I'd never had a woman worship my balls like this woman was and I was enjoying the hell out of it. We were so into our own feelings that the sound of the knock on the door scared both of us. Knock, knock! "Doctor B? Is everything okay?" the nurse called out through the door. Dr. Bryan's head snapped up, looking around the room wildly. I smiled reassuringly, trying to calm her down. "It's okay, don't worry, just answer her then get back to it!" I grinned, hunching my hips at her. "Yes, Nancy, everything's fine." "Oh... okay, it's just, Mrs. Jackson is in exam room six," Nancy responded uncertainly. "Tell her to keep her panties on, I'll be there when I get there," she replied testily. "Yes, Doctor," she said as I heard her leave. "Now, where was I?" Dr. B said with a sexy grin. She leaned in once more this time opening her mouth and carefully sucking one of my balls into her mouth. She rolled it around and around in her mouth, licking the ball with her tongue over and over, finally drawing her head back so that the ball popped out of her mouth with a soft slurping noise. She did the same to the other one until I felt her spit dripping into my ass crack. For good measure she opened her mouth even wider so that she could take my whole sack into her mouth. She carefully worked her lips and tongue so that she had me in her mouth all the way up to my cock, which by now was hard and throbbing. Her eyes met mine and she smiled at me, her eyes twinkling and her lips curling around my balls. "You like that, huh?" I said smiling back at her, caressing her cheek with my hand. I traced my thumb around her lips where they were stretched, caressing my balls lovingly. She nodded slowly her eyes never leaving mine. "I do too, you're wonderful." Reluctantly she pulled back slowly, her lips and tongue memorizing the feel of my balls in her mouth. She sucked just enough so that my balls stretched away from my body until they, at last, popped out of her mouth and flopped down against the table. "Thank you, I loved it," she said smiling up at me, still sitting on her stool. As she made to get up I stopped her. "You can't leave me like this? You wouldn't want me to get blue balls now would you?" I said, grabbing my cock and pointing it at her. The head was swollen deep purple and throbbing, the slit leaking clear pre-cum copiously. "Open up." She obeyed me like I knew she would and I slowly climbed off the table so that I was standing between her legs as she sat on the stool. Her head and mouth were at the perfect level for me to push my cock into her mouth so I did. Her lips were open in anticipation as I slowly put my cock into her mouth. Inch by inch I slid in until I reached the back of her throat, and only then did she close her mouth and begin to suck lightly. I grasped her head with both hands and slowly, carefully began to fuck her mouth. We both were getting off on the slow in and out; my cock slid over her tongue and lips dragging along my shaft both ways. She was moaning so loud at times that I had to shush her reluctantly. For the first time today her hands came into play; cupping and weighing my ball sack in her hands, caressing my balls carefully, massaging them gently, exciting me to orgasm. We both felt it when my cock began to swell in her mouth and my balls rose up in the sack as she held them. Reluctantly I pulled out, my shaft bobbing angrily in front of her face. "Wha?" she asked, her eyes questioning. "Open your mouth and keep it open," I hissed, as I began to fist my cock rapidly. She nodded her head in understanding, her mouth open wide, head tilted slightly back. With all the stimulation to my balls and due to the situation it didn't take long for my orgasm to overtake me. "Cumming!" I hissed as quietly as I could. I stroked my cock fast until the first spurt of cum shot into her mouth then I slowed down so I could get as much as possible into it. Spurt after spurt shot out and, hitting the back of her mouth, pooling around her tongue. As much as I tried not to, I did miss her mouth with the last few drops which landed on her chin. Taking a deep breath I let go of my cock and used my finger to gather up those drops and deposit them in to her mouth. Dr. B sucked my finger, making sure she had all of my offering. She opened her mouth so that I could see her tongue and teeth floating in a sea of my sperm. "You can swallow now," I said, gazing intently at her as she swallowed my sperm in three small swallows, almost as if she was savoring my taste. She leaned in one last time, kissing the head of my cock and licking the slit. I shivered with delight at the feeling of her tongue in my slit. I caressed her cheek once more and smiled. "Thank you, it was magnificent." She smiled shyly, licking her lips as if to make sure she had all of my come. She glanced in the mirror, checking her appearance one last time. "Get dressed now. I hope you're happy that you've put me behind," she said, but her smile told me she wasn't upset in the least. "You loved every minute of it!" I laughed as she walked out the door. I dressed hurriedly, reflecting on what had just happened. I'd never dreamed that I'd ever get my balls sucked and fuck my doctor's mouth when I'd made this appointment. I shook my head in amazement and made my way to the front desk. Since I had already paid my co-pay I was getting ready to leave when Dr. Bryan walked up. "Amy, can you schedule Mr. Hubert for a follow-up in a month?" she said, all the while smiling at me. She patted my arm and flicked her tongue over her lower lip, as she walked away. Amy and I settled on a date and I left the office shaking my head. I wondered if I'd created a monster but for the price of a co-pay I couldn't exactly complain! The end What’s Up Doc? Mom turned red again. She started pulling me on top of her, to make that 'spite baby'. I stopped her, reminding her of the front desk. Not to be put off, she put me on my side. With one hand she key-holed my powerful cock. With the other hand, she cupped my rapidly re-filling manly balls. As she weighed them, they seemed to swell in her hand. Within a few minutes, they were once again heavy, swollen with love juice full of my little baby makers. With a final gentle bounce, she released those manly orange-sized globes of virility and moved that hand to hold open the wet lips of the entrance of her fertile vagina. I finally could take no more. Her skilled hand aimed the mighty cock at her open lips which let loose a succession of frothy blasts, each one increasingly focused on the target, mom's pussy. The splashes hit high, hit low, and then hit squarely inside. Mom used my cockhead to push in the rest. The release made me go limp all over, except my still steely cock, which I plunged deeply into mom to complete our silent, slow motion act of love. I fell over and again encouraged her: "Have my baby mom!" Thinking of him and that phone call, she was anxious, almost desperate. She rose up from the bed, brushing my lips lightly with hers, pledging, "I now will do YOUR bidding, sweetheart. When it comes to the life you put inside of me, I will carry them to term; I will give birth. Now we have to work on the other side of revenge...your treacherous father. Do you have any ideas?" Our first step came after he kicked mom to the curb, forcing her (to my joy and hers eventually) into my home. Mom gave me permission to use my cock in any way necessary to get back at him. To that end, I dated his receptionist as I had before. After a cheap dinner down by the beach, I got her in the sack. (easy? Well, she was) I asked her about the office and any shenanigans. She said that she couldn't tell, she was paid a bonus to keep quiet and he would put the hurt on her. I dropped my heavy cock against the tingling lips of her fertile cunt. Sawing it back and forth, back and forth, her eyes closed, her lips puckered, and she whispered kiss me. I did. She then whispered, "Please, let's make love!" I pushed my powerful manhood down to the very depths of her fertile regions, her cervix lightly brushed. I then pulled out with an audible slurp and pop. She raised her arms, beckoning for more love. I instead wrote my name on the sopping wet entrance to her fertile region with my uncut cockhead, demanding that if she wanted love, maybe even a baby, she'd have to bring me proof of her accusations; proof that he overbilled hospitals, Medicare, the state, and the patients themselves or their insurance companies. Also, we needed proof of frivolous medical excuses for prescriptions for controlled substances, etc. She stubbornly refused to budge. I once again entered her fertile vagina, my cock pushed in fully, the head pressed against the back walls and twisted towards the uterus. I said, "Just think; if you're a good girl and do what I say, your 21 year old womb will be filled tomorrow night with millions of my potent sperm, any one of which is capable of giving you a baby." I sat up and flexed my mighty muscles, my biceps bulging in a showy display of sheer manhood. With quaking hands, one of them on my wet eleven inch cock, the other caressing my straining, bulging right arm muscle, Jane the receptionist said, "You win, God you win!! I will get you copies of all of that, ten of each. Please have that cock ready for baby-making at seven sharp!" The next night, like clockwork, Jane arrived with a briefcase filled with dynamite information. Just a quick glance was good enough. I smiled and said, "It's baby time!" She sat on the edge of the bed. As I approached, she had me bend down. She tugged on my hair with all of her strength; nothing came out. She said, "You might have the body of a god, but I had to check to make sure that the baldness gene was not yours. I don't have to check those magnificent muscles. You will make an incredible sperm donor. Let's make a baby." With passion but none of the love I felt for my mom, I fucked with precision and power until my cockhead got the big opening it only got during baby-making. I let loose with a measly five short squirts of my life-fluid. Since she was kind of black-mailing me for my seed, she'd have to make do with five small loads, the rest would remain in my bull-sized sac, waiting for the chance to be transferred to mom. That night, I got a call from Jane. Not to keep any secrets from mom, I put it on speakerphone. She said, "I wanted to thank you so much for your mighty sperm. If this gets me pregnant, I will tell my husband it was his. If you're still around, we can have a good time cuckolding the wimp. I'll even let you drink my breast milk while he's not looking. Good bye, Superman!" She hung up. Mom turned red for the third time in 24 hours. She straightened my hair. She said, "That easy jezebel. Jimmy, if you got ME pregnant, I would let you drink MY mother's milk. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Breast milk? Warm, sweet, mother's milk? The same milk from the same mommy who filled your little tummy with nourishment when you were a baby? With a smash of your tongue and tug of your lips, you would fasten that hungry mouth on my oversized nipple, the milk just ready to explode warmly into your mouth. But for us now, like an aphrodisiac, that milk would get you hard. So the baby's milk of the first baby would lead to our next baby....and the next...and the next." We got a law firm on contingency with experience in medical billing to review the data. They sent a fake patient there and secured prescriptions for para-codeine generics, confirming Jane's evidence. We went with them to the local district attorney. Malcolm, mom's cheating, lying, two-timing, husband, was arrested for fraud over medical billing, writing prescriptions for controlled substances under false pretenses, and other violations. The state and IRS also wanted in. It was written, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Mom gave up a lot in divorce potential settlements just to square things with him. But she did get her revenge. Suffice it to say, the divorce court took his recent conviction and behavior into account. His million dollar estate was split in half. We got $500,000 and he got the same, but his went toward the penalties assessed against him. He ended the day with one half of everything, but all of it seized by state and Federal authorities. His license was pulled. Unlike me, my mother WAS a vengeful person. She visited him in prison and in the conjugal trailer, she showed him pictures of her pussy dripping with the copious seed shot by yours truly; my cock was draped over her thigh to show the seed planter. Other pictures showed the big nursery we built in our new home, our newfound wealth [from him] really helping matters. There were five cribs just waiting for our small army of babies. He said he didn't believe one bit of this, doubting that she and I were a couple. To make her point, she pushed the chair back from the table, opened her overcoat, showing her swollen belly. To his amazement, she pointed back at the pictures. Looking closely, you could see "property of Jimmy" recently tattooed around mom's sacred chamber entrance. "The scan today showed twins, two healthy male fetuses. My son makes strong, perfect babies. I will be proud to give birth to them." She left, never to see him again. Mom was not just spiteful but thorough. One night, as we listened to the two babies sleeping near us, we celebrated the blue mark on the home pregnancy test. My 'sterile' old bag of a mother (per her ex-hubby) was once again pregnant...by me! We no sooner celebrated that when a knock at the door put a scare into us, as it was pitch dark out. I went to the door and a partner of mom's law firm dropped off a dossier. Mom read it cover to cover, smiled and dropped it in my lap, saying, "Finished; we won, sweetheart. A huge new home, two perfect babies home with us, another on the way. His old Mercedes, your new Mercedes, a half million in cash. Not bad for a night's work! Now, last but not least, this." The report showed the firm had gone to incredible lengths to find Mal, former physician and free man due to prison overcrowding. He went to work for charities as a doctor, but our alert to them to check the AMA did it and he was discharged. He went to Kuala Lumpur to be a doctor, but the AMA alert was world-wide. He became a male nurse there, juggling bed pans and stool samples. Finally, he had a tryst with a local woman, but the wrong woman. He contracted HIV and we got no further data on him. I just said, "WOW! From eminent physician to juggling bed pans. Is THAT revenge enough for you, mom!?!" To my amazement, she said no. She looked at me, kissed my lips. She tapped our wedding rings (that return to her maiden name really did the trick and we got a marriage license out West.) She said, "If you hadn't intervened and saved me, his henchman would've carved me up. Just for an insurance payday and to ensure that I could never breed again with someone who loved me, they would violate the Hippocratic Oath. No, sweetheart, I'm very ashamed but I won't be satisfied till that SOB has been put six feet under. Forgive me Jim for wanting revenge." This tiny woman, a wellspring to me of love, of life, of everything I cherish scared me a little. It was in even poorer taste three months later. Mom got another message by courier from the law firm. She read it and gave it to me. The law firm expressed its sympathies that her ex-husband Malcolm had succumbed to HIV in Kuala Lumpur. Like a mad woman, mom threw me on the marital bed. She grabbed a thumbtack and tacked that message on the bedpost where she could see it. On top of me cowgirl style, she read the message over and over as her hips were a frenetic blur of motion. She made a last read of the message, looked down at me, collapsed to kiss me, and had the biggest, longest orgasm she'd ever had. Not knowing that she had gotten an orgasm reading about his demise, I responded as I always had, as I always would forever. I gripped her firm behind, raised my hips, and inundated her vagina with my powerful, wondrous seed. We did that whether she was fertile or not; we did it so passionately that there were few points when she wasn't pregnant. We filled up that nursery of five and had a second one built. Mom had won, and I was delighted to help and go along for the ride.