1 comments/ 9801 views/ 5 favorites Nursing Care By: AStropirate At twenty-seven James Nelson must have thought he had it all. He was a qualified consultant engineer with his own business. Thanks to a lottery win he was financially secure with a wonderful three storey house and several acres of ground. None of this was more important to James than his twenty-five year old wife Debbie. They had met in college and had married as soon as both had completed their degrees. Now they lived just outside the idyllic village of Warren Close in Buckinghamshire. They had been married two years when, just a month earlier, everything changed. Debbie's favourite pastime was riding the beautiful chestnut horse her husband had bought her for her birthday. Then one morning while James was at work the horse returned to the stable alone. The stable lad raised the alarm and after an extensive search Debbie was eventually found unconscious but alive. She was hurried to hospital and underwent various tests. Arriving at the hospital James found Joan Coleman, the housekeeper and Debbie's companion, waiting. He hurried to him and hugged him, struggling to hold back her tears. "Oh, Mr Nelson. They won't tell me anything." She turned and saw a woman in her forties and dressed in a white coat approaching. "Doctor, this is Mrs Nelson's husband, James." The Doctor extended her hand. "Hello, Mr Nelson. I'm Doctor Jacobs." "How is my wife?" asked James anxiously. "All I can tell you at the moment is that Debbie is out of danger and that she is undergoing tests to see the extent of physical damage." "Physical damage?" interrupted James. "It's only a precaution and standard in these cases. Time will tell us more," answered the Doctor in a reassuring tone. "How much time?" asked James. "We'll have the first results back shortly and we'll see where we go from there," replied the Doctor. "I'll let you know," finished the Doctor before vanishing between the twin doors that led to the X-ray department. James sat down and put his face in his hands and began to cry. Joan took him in her arms and tried to comfort him. "It's my fault. I should never have bought her that horse," he said bitterly. "It's not your fault, Mr Nelson. It was an accident. Debbie adores that horse and is forever grateful to you. She knew the risks," replied Joan as she wiped tears from her own eyes. After what seemed like ages Doctor Jacobs reappeared, this time dressed in surgical scrubs and was smiling. "Well, the good news is there appears to be no physical damage." James was concerned about the caution in the Doctor's voice. "But?" He said. "Debbie is still unconscious and will be for several hours more. I suggest you both go home and get some rest. There is no more any of us can do now but wait." "No, I'm staying," James declared defiantly. "Mr Nelson, please, let's go home. Debbie is in good hands here. She wouldn't want you to be stressed because of her," said Joan as she put his arm on his shoulder. James nodded and then turned to the Doctor. "May we see her?" "Of course," answered the Doctor. James put a hand to his mouth as he observed his beautiful young wife resting peacefully. Joan could no longer contain her emotions and wept bitterly. This time it was James's turn to comfort his wife's companion. *** The following day James decided not to go to work, but t to stay home and wait for news. He didn't have to wait long because just after breakfast his mobile phone rang and the Doctor informed him that Debbie was awake and wanted to see her husband. James rushed to the hospital with Joan at his side. When they reached the hospital they were met by Doctor Jacobs. He could see by her facial expression the news was not good. "What is it? What's wrong?" James asked anxiously. Doctor Jacobs sighed. "There is nothing physically wrong with Debbie. All the tests show there has no nerve damage. But..." The Doctor paused. "But?" prompted James. "Debbie can't feel anything from her waist down. She's paralysed." "Oh my God," cried Joan as she put her hand to her mouth. "But you said there was no physical damage," responded James in a puzzled tone. "That's right, Mr Nelson. However there are some psychological scars... "You mean it's in her head?" interrupted James. "You must understand, Mr Nelson. Debbie has been through a tremendous ordeal. She's traumatised and needs specialist care," Doctor Jacobs answered in reply. "You can give that treatment, right?" "For the moment, yes, but Debbie needs long term physiotherapeutic care. I can recommend a very good private nursing agency that specialises in this area." Doctor Jacobs replied. "I'll try anything, no expense spared," said James firmly. "May we see my wife?" "Of course," answered the Doctor before leading James and Joan into the private room. James held his wife as she cried bitterly. "Oh James, I'm so scared. I can't feel anything." "The Doctor says it's only temporary. We'll be able to take you home and I'll employ a specialist nurse to look after you. Trust me, sweetheart. You will get better, I promise," said James more out of hope than belief. Soon the arrangements to move Debbie back home were implemented and a special room was prepared on the ground floor. Now, James was thinking about all that had transpired when Joan came out of the room with the breakfast tray. "At least she's starting to eat again, Mr Nelson," she said with an optimistic smile. "So it seems, Joan, thanks to you," he replied. Joan blushed before hurrying away. Before he went to see his wife James once more looked out the window as the rain began to beat against. He wondered if the new private nurse would help his wife. James had been impressed with her when he interviewed her. She certainly knew what she was talking about and her references were impressive too. Entering the room James leaned over and gave Debbie a kiss. "Is she here yet?" asked Debbie, obviously referring to the new nurse. "She's not due until nine," responded James as he anxiously looked at his watch. "Remember Debbie, just be patient and follow her instructions, ok?" Debbie smiled. "Of course sweetheart," and James leaned over and kissed his wife. *** On the other side of town Mary Wilkins was checking herself in the mirror. She had been excited ever since the agency had called and informed her of the position. Her subsequent interview with James Nelson had gone well, she thought as she outlined her treatment plan. Times had been hard for the Wilkinses. Mary's husband, Dan was only working a three day week and the private nursing sector had taken a nose dive so she was overjoyed about this new post. From what she understood it would probably for several months. The money would be welcome. It was hard putting their twenty year old son Mike through college. "Mike, are you ready?" cried Mary as she stood at the foot of the stairs. "Coming, Mum," replied Mike and hurried downstairs. Dan had left for work and Mary drove Mike to college before making her own way to work. The rain was getting heavier and Mike was grateful he had accepted his mother's offer to drive him to school. "Wish me luck," said Mary as she arrived outside the college. Mike kissed her on the cheek. "You won't need it, Mum. You'll knock them dead." "Thank you, son," responded Mary with a smile and waved to Mike before driving on. The torrential rain made the visibility poor and Mary was grateful when she finally swung into the impressive estate of the Nelsons. 'Must be lovely in the summer time,' she thought. Mary reached for her bag and was about to get out when the front door opened and a young woman appeared with a large umbrella. "Hello, Mrs Wilkins. I'm Joan. Mr Nelson is expecting you," she said as Mary rolled down her window. "Thank you, Joan," answered Mary as she and Joan dashed to the front door under the cover of the umbrella. "What a day," said Joan as she shook the umbrella and placed it in the stand. "Here, let me take your coat," "Thank you," said Mary. "Just come this way." Joan led Mary down the corridor and then knocked gently at a door. "Come in, Joan," came a male voice from behind the door. Joan opened the door and led Mary in. "The new nurse is here," she said to the husband and wife. "Thank you, Joan. That will be all," said James. Joan nodded before withdrawing. "Darling, this is Mrs Wilkins. She comes highly recommended," said James. "Mary, please," said the older woman as she turned to Debbie. "And how are you feeling today, Mrs Nelson?" "I'm a little better, thanks, Mary. Just call me Debbie." "I think you too will get along fine without me. So I'll head off to work and I'll see you later, Sweetheart," said James as he leaned over kissed his wife before departing for his office. Mary turned to Debbie and began to explain what would be involved in their sessions. "I think we'll start with some simple exercises." The days slowly turned into weeks and while Debbie was happy enough that Mary was working with her she became impatient when there was still no feeling in her lower body. "Just one more time," said Mary as she tried to encourage Debbie to work on her legs. "No more. It's not working!" cried Debbie in anger. Mary was startled. "Debbie, I know it's not easy, but..." "No more. I've had enough," declared Debbie vehemently. Just then the door opened and James entered. "I think we can call it a day, dear," he said. "But..." Mary stopped when James turned to her sharply. "I'd like to talk to you in my study, please," he said in a firm tone. "Certainly, Mr Nelson," replied Mary uneasily and followed her employer as he made his way to the study that was just down the corridor on the opposite side. James sat in a large leather chair behind a desk and sighed. Not having been invited to sit Mary remained standing. She wasn't prepared for what James Nelson was to say next. "Last evening a large sum of money disappeared from this desk. Do you know anything about it?" Mary was stunned. "N-no, Mr Nelson," was all she could stutter in response. "You're sure?" "I'm offended that you should even ask me," said Mary, sounding annoyed. "Then I'll have to inform the police," replied James as he pressed a remote control and pointed to the TV screen that Mary had not noticed before. "It's just that this recording clearly shows you taking the money." Mary was horrified as she saw the recording of her taking the cash and stuffing it hurriedly into the pocket of her pants. It had never occurred to her that the study would have security cameras. None seemed to be visible when she saw the money on the table. "Mr Nelson, I have the money. I'll give it back..." "I know you will give it back. However, theft is theft and I will have to inform the police." "Please, Mr Nelson. Things have been hard at home, with my husband working three days and work in nursing has been hard to find also. It's been very had to keep Mike in college and make ends meet. I can't afford to lose this job." "Well, you should have thought of that before you stole my money," responded James as his hand went to the phone. "Please, Mr Nelson. I'll do anything. I swear it," cried Mary with tears in her eyes. James looked up at the older woman. His lustful look told Mary she had just said something she would immediately regret. "Anything?" he asked. For a moment Mary hesitated. "Within reason," she murmured. James gave a sinister laugh. "You're not in a position to make conditions," he said as his hand once again went to the phone. Mary pressed her hand on James's preventing him from dialling. "Alright, what do you want?" she asked, already having an idea of his demands. James looked up and sighed. "Take off your clothes," he demanded. Even though Mary guessed correctly what her employer wanted she was still shocked and tried to protest. "Mr Nelson, you're a married man and I'm a married woman..." "I've had enough of your foot dragging. Get your clothes off or it's prison and ruin for you," declared James angrily. Conceding defeat Mary started to unbutton her white blouse. "Stand back so I can see everything," ordered James. Mary obeyed and after taking several steps backwards, reluctantly resumed unbuttoning her blouse before removing it and revealing her plain white bra. As she slipped off her shoes Mary was about to lower her white pants when James spoke. "Turn around," he ordered and Mary did as ordered and allowed her pants to slide to the floor and reveal her white plain knickers. Mary turned to face her tormentor and stood motionless in her underwear. "Everything!" demanded James. After an initial hesitation Mary took a deep breath as she unclasped her bra and allowed it to drop to the floor. The nipples of her wonderful breasts hardened on contact with the cool air of the room. She was about to lower her knickers when she was once again ordered to turn her back towards James. Mary's face reddened with shame as she allowed her knickers slip to the floor. She could only imagine the look on her tormentor's face as he stared at her long shapely legs and smooth bottom. Mary jumped when she felt James's cold hand pat her arse. "Please, Mr Nelson. Think of Debbie..." "I am thinking of Debbie. It's because of her that I'm doing this," responded James as he swung Mary around, pulled her towards him and kissed her moist lips. At the same time she felt his finger as it entered her vagina and began to move it in and out. Mary tried to resist any sign of pleasure but in the end was forced to give a low pitched sigh. "You are a very beautiful woman, Mary. To see you strip off your uniform is such a turn on. James was right. Mary, though forty-five was in wonderful shape. Her exercise routine and good eating saw to that. "I've wanted to lick your pussy for so long," declared James lustfully as he knelt in front of the older woman and gripped her hips with his hands. Mary closed her eyes and pursed her lips hoping once again not to give the slightest sign of any pleasure. However that proved to be impossible as she felt James' tongue drill through her pussy lips and lash her clit. "Aaah," sighed Mary as her employer's tongue action began to stimulate her arousal. There was a brief pause when James' hand took hers and made her probe her pussy with her finger. For a moment or two Mary's finger was forced in and out of her pussy. She had not masturbated for a long time and she secretly enjoyed it as her breathing deepened at each stroke. Finally she felt her finger being pulled out and pushed into her mouth. "Mmm," murmured Mary as she tasted her own pussy juice. It was made even more pleasurable when she felt James's tongue plundering her love box. Once again this wonderful, if unwanted sensation suddenly ended and James pushed her down on the couch. After stripping rapidly he gently mounted her and after inserting his rock hard cock he began to pound her. Each stroke was more rapid than the previous one until they finally ended by both achieving an enormous and exhausting orgasm leaving them each gasping for air. After a few moments more James took Mary in his arms and kissed her. "Now this is the deal," he whispered in her ear and went on to lay out his demands. *** The following day Mary descended the stairs and picked up her bag in the hall. "Wow, Mum. You really are trying to turn your new boss on," said Mike with a laugh. "Mike!" cried Mary sharply and blushing at the same time. "Gee, Mum. I was only joking," said Mike defensively. "I'm sorry, Mike, I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just the job is more difficult than I expected." "No sweat, Mum. You'll get it sorted," replied Mike as he gave his mother a peck on the cheek. "Can I give you a lift to college?" asked Mary as a peace offering. This was despite the fact that her son had already pushed his bicycle to the front door. "That's ok, Mum. It's a nice morning for a cycle. Have a good day." "You too, son," answered Mary as Mike walked out the pathway before cycling away. As she sat in her car Mary thought about Mike's reaction. She had not worn her uniform dress for many years. It must have been a shock to Mike to see her in it. While driving to the Nelson estate Mary thought about what she was about to do. 'I must be out of my mind,' she thought and yet she knew she had no choice. "Damn! If only I hadn't taken that money," she said, cursing herself several times. She knew that exposure of her theft implied a possible prison sentence and certainly the loss of her job and perhaps her marriage. What Mary really feared though was what her son Mike would think of her and she couldn't bear to lose her son. She sighed deeply before getting out of her car and ringing the doorbell. James Nelson was waiting for her just outside his wife's room. "Well, you're looking very well," he remarked. "Mr Nelson I'm not sure I can go through with this. I mean, I'm not..." "Of course you can go through with it, Mary. Just think of it as intensive nursing care," responded James with a grin. "But Debbie has already said she doesn't want any more treatment." pleaded Mary. "Don't worry. I had a long talk with her. She's willing to give it another go. All you have to do is pick the right moment," answered James as he opened the room door and pushed the unwilling older woman inside. "Good morning, Debbie. How are you this morning?" asked Mary, trying to remain professional. "Same as before," responded Debbie in an almost sarcastic tone. "Well, let's resume the exercises shall we?" "Alright then," answered Debbie half heartedly. "It's not working!" declared Debbie angrily. "Come on now, Debbie. You've got to keep at it." "I tell you I'm finished!" cried Debbie. Mary sighed. "I think we'll have to try another approach," she said. "What do you mean?" asked a puzzled Debbie. Mary said nothing. She took a deep breath and a step back. After a moment's hesitation she put a hand to the zip on her dress and slowly lowered it. "What are you doing?" asked a shocked Debbie as the dress slid to the floor revealing the fact she was naked underneath as demanded by James. Despite herself Debbie couldn't help admiring the older woman's wonderful body. Mary stood at five feet nine. Her long legs were very smooth and her breasts were large, round and firm. She also noticed Mary's freshly shaved pussy. This too, was a demand from James. For Mary Wilkins the situation she was in was totally new to her. She never paraded naked in front of anyone, let alone a younger woman before. Even her husband had only seen glimpses of her body. Now, in the space of twenty-four hours she had been naked in front of and had sex with her young employer James Nelson and now she was about to do the same with his young wife Debbie. "It's the only thing left to try," responded Mary as she released her auburn hair from its tight bun and shook it free. "But..." "Shut up," ordered Mary as she gently mounted the younger woman and kissed her passionately. Debbie simply submitted to Mary's advances. When the older woman began to remove her nightdress she simply raised her arms and allowed the garment to be pulled over her head revealing her own beautiful naked form. For Debbie it was an electrifying sensation when she felt the older woman's body touch her own. The softness of skin and the warmth of Mary's body was like nothing she had felt before. It wasn't Debbie's first lesbian experience but this was different. It was more exhilarating. Each touch made her sigh deeply. As Mary kissed her neck she felt the older woman's breasts as they caressed her own. "Oh my God," she cried several times. Nursing Care Even when Mary consumed her breasts with her tongue and lips Debbie cried out in excited tones. "So wonderful, she moaned as Mary made her way down to her slim waist, licking and sucking as she went. What she hadn't realised was the mature woman was now past the point in her body that she had not felt anything. She was even becoming aroused. All thought or fear of paralysis soon evaporated when Mary began to probe Debbie's pussy with her tongue, gently inserting it through her lips and lashing the young woman's clit. "Oh my God, keep going, keep going," demanded Debbie excitedly as Mary's tongue began to cause her love juices to slowly gather. For a few more minutes Mary prolonged this wonderful feeling of pleasure but eventually it resulted in Debbie's biggest ever orgasm. It was as if the weeks of sexual frustration pent up inside suddenly surged forth. Not waiting for an invitation Debbie pulled the older woman toward her and turning her around copied her every action until another huge orgasm resulted for Mary. It was only as they rested that Debbie came to a realisation. "My God, I can feel again. James! James!" she cried out excitedly. Mary leapt out of the bed and hurried to put on her dress. James burst into the room suddenly and saw his wife sitting on the bed. "James, I can feel again. It worked. It really worked." James hugged his wife. "Oh sweetheart, I knew it would work. I knew it," he responded with tears in his eyes. Mary left the room. "I'll be back in a moment," declared James and followed the nurse. Mary swung around and faced him in the hall. "You set me up, you bastard!" she declared angrily and slapped his face. "I deserved that," replied James feeling his face. "You deserve more," cried Mary and reached out to strike again only for her hand to be grabbed by James. "Don't forget I have you on tape stealing my money." "You can have your damn money back." "No, you keep it," responded James. "Are you trying to buy me off?" asked Mary as the angry began to grow. "Of course not. Now listen to me," said James as he held both of Mary's hands. "I was desperate. I had to do something to convince Debbie she could walk again. What you've done no amount of money could pay for it. I'll always be grateful. To begin with, your son, Mike, isn't it?" Mary nodded. "He's studying engineering. My company will sponsor him. At weekends and breaks he can work on the estate and I'll pay him. During the summer he can have the work experience in the firm and a job afterwards. What do you say?" For a moment Mary was stunned. "Why would you do this?" she asked. "Like I said, I owe you more than money can buy and besides, I know what it's like to struggle. There was no one there for me but I'd like to think I'm helping someone in similar circumstances." Mary wiped away a tear and hugged the young man. "Thank you," she said. "I would like you to look in on Debbie at least once a week. Just to keep an eye on her," said James. Of course," responded Mary in a low voice. "You can't say you didn't enjoy yourself though," said James with a grin, "Mr Nelson!" answered with a blush covering her face. James laughed and held her hands. "Thanks for everything, Mary," he said as he kissed her cheek. "You're very welcome," responded Mary before leaving the house and driving home. James returned to his wife who was sitting on the bed and he sat beside her and held her. "Make love to me, James," whispered Debbie. Without hesitation James stripped and gently eased his wife onto the bed and devoured her naked body and it culminated in a wonderful orgasm for both. After taking a few moments of resting beside Debbie James spoke. "I'll get Joan to fix you something to eat." "Good, we have a lot of catching up to do," responded Debbie with a grin. James smiled at his wife and kissed her. "Have fun," h said as he got dressed and left the room. Joan gave a knock at the door of Debbie's room. "Come on in, Joan," came Debbie's voice. Joan entered with a tray in her hand. She was both shocked and delighted to see her friend standing up and facing her. "Let me take that before you pass out," said Debbie as she took the tray from the girl's hands and placed it on the side table. "My God, Debbie, it's true. How did she do it?" asked Joan. Debbie laughed. "I need a shower. Come on and let me show you," she said. "But James..." "Won't mind," finished Debbie as she led the young woman to the shower. Debbie discarded her robe and stood naked as she helped Joan to strip. In the shower both women kissed passionately. Debbie moved down Joan's body with her lips and tongue as the jets of hot steamy water sprayed about them. Just the touch of their bodies made them both moan with pleasure. They soaped each other and washed and after drying off Debbie pushed Joan onto her bed. She mounted her young friend and kissed her passionately. She got up and pulling Joan into a kneeling position on the bed she proceeded to nibble her ear and fondle the young woman's breasts. Debbie's gentle use of her hands as she caressed her breasts made Joan sigh deeply with pleasure. Added to this the feel and warmth of Debbie's breasts were exciting and arousing for her. She had not experienced anything like it. Joan was no novice she never imaged her friend to be so erotic. It was as if pent up sexual desires suddenly burst forth and Joan certainly enjoyed every moment, as indeed, did Debbie. Eventually working themselves into sixty-nine position they began to probe each other's pussy with their tongues and skilfully caused a huge orgasm for both, leaving them exhausted and gasping for air. Debbie was right. James certainly did not mind and in time Debbie, James and Joan gradually got used to sharing the one bed and many nights of passionate sex games. *** As for Mary Wilkins her experience with James and Debbie Nelson awakened strange feelings of desire. Several times she tried to persuade her husband to make love but was always met with "I'm too tired," or "What's got into you?" Frustrated, she secretly masturbated in her bedroom when no one was home. She had purchased a dildo and began to imagine James Nelson pounding her pussy. Then one morning as she observed Mike heading for the shower a desire to have sex with him flooded her mind. He was athletic, handsome and not much younger than James Nelson. One evening Mary was once again in her bedroom masturbating when Mike arrived home. He looked around and was surprised to see the kitchen and living room empty. Fearing his mother was ill he made his way upstairs to her room. There were strange noises coming from the room and the door was slightly open. From this narrow gap Mike was astonished to see his mother's robe wide open as she fondled her breast and played with her pussy using her dildo. Mike put his hand to his mouth. He never imagined his mother was so sexy or beautiful. His cock hardened at this wondrous sight. He eased the door shut and slipped downstairs. After her last orgasm Mary looked at the clock. It was five thirty. "Oh my God!" she cried. She hadn't realised she had been fucking herself all afternoon. After dressing hurriedly she rushed downstairs only to see Mike in the kitchen and putting the tea on the table. "I'm sorry, Mike. I was having a nap and I overslept," lied Mary. "Don't worry, Mum. Sit down and have some tea. I made us an omelette," he said as he put a plate of food before his mother and sat down after getting his own. Both ate quietly without a word. *** For Mike Wilkins the vision of his near naked mother playing with herself on the bed was quite a turn on. He wondered what was happening to him. He had never seen his mother in a sexual way before. Ever since that day however he could never get the erotic image out of his mind. In bed as he masturbated he imagined making passionate love to her. It was clear to him that his father was not satisfying her and she was frustrated. As he lay there thinking Mike came to the conclusion that he would seek an opportunity to seduce his mum. He just hoped that when the opportunity arose she would respond positively. *** The opportunity arrived sooner that Mike expected. It was Saturday night and Dan had gone to the club. Mike decided to stay home for once and work on his computer. He was about to go downstairs when his mother came from the shower wrapped in a large bath towel and another towel wrapped around her hair in a turban. In her room Mary dried her hair with her dryer and then stood before the mirror with her body still covered in the towel. She closed her eyes and began to imagine Mike standing behind her and about to seduce her. She licked her lips as she gently squeezed her breasts. Then putting her hand between her legs she began to probe her vagina with her finger, sighing deeply as she did so, unaware that her son was observing her from the slight opening of the door and at the same time getting rock hard. Mary sighed deeply as she allowed the towel that covered her body to drop to the floor and she began to rub her nipples with her hands. She received a shock when she suddenly felt a kiss on her exposed shoulder. Mary opened her eyes and was startled when she saw her son's naked reflection in the mirror behind her. "Mike, what are you doing here?" she asked. Mike said nothing. He simply bent his head and kissed his mother's neck. "Nooo, Mike. We mustn't." Ignoring his mother's protests, Mike kissed her neck again and then her bare shoulder. "Oh, my God," whimpered Mary when she felt her son gently caress her breasts with his hands. Again, she tried to resist but another gentle kiss to her shoulder finally sealed her fate as lust and desire overwhelmed her. Mike carried Mary to her bed and laid her down gently before stripping rapidly and joining her. He gently mounted his mother and stared into her blue eyes. "But, your father..." "Won't be home for hours," finished Mike and his lips descended and met hers, resulting in a wonderful passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, Mike began to kiss and nibble Mary's shoulder. It made her shudder with excitement. Even the warmth of his body pressing against her own was just as exciting. Mary moaned and sighed as she felt Mike's tongue and lips as they proceeded down her body. Mike was pleasantly surprised at his mother's freshly shaved pussy. He never thought she shaved and wondered just what had gone on at the Nelsons'. However he was not going to ask awkward questions. He was simply determined to savour the moment. "Aaagh," cried Mary when she felt her son's tongue drill past her pussy lips and began to lash her clit. This wonderful sensation was heavenly for Mary. Her love juices began to gather as Mike's tongue expertly went about its work. Suddenly Mike withdrew and replaced it with his cock and began to pump hard. Mary's body began to react and soon they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. As the moments ticked by, their breathing became deeper with each stroke. Struggle as they might to prolong this wonderful love making, nature took over and both experienced a wonderful orgasm, leaving them exhausted and breathless. For a few moments Mary rested her head on her son's bare chest and collected her thoughts. Then she looked up at him. "Your father will be home soon and I need to have another shower." Mike jumped up. "Race you to it," he said. "Come back here!" cried Mary as she followed him. In the shower Mary never had enjoyed herself more. Her relationship with her son would continue and indeed, would become even more intense when Dan, her husband, and Mike's father, suddenly walked out and never returned.