I walked back up to my room, wondering what that note said. I had no doubt about who wrote it, but what message could my Mom have needed to convey to Sue, the woman I was having sex with? I walked back up to my room and hit the hay. The next morning I came downstairs to start my morning routine. I was usually out of the house before Mom woke up since she is at work so late. This morning was another story.
I stepped into the kitchen to the smell of pancakes on the stove. Mom greeted me and said that she had woken up early so she decided to treat me. We sat down and had a pleasant breakfast, completely avoiding the topic of last night.
I started to pick up the dishes and take them to the sink. Mom finally broke down and said it. "They sent me home early last night." "I noticed that." I paused, "Maybe I should have hung a tie on the front door or something." I said with a smile.
"So you probably heard it all then." "No, I went out by the pool to give you some privacy." She said, "I heard what was going on and decided I didn't need to be in there when she left." "So how much did you see?" I asked.
"See?" Mom blushed. She was caught. She had crept upstairs and watched her son fucking a woman who was almost ten years older than she was. "I walked by.past your door. just to grab my book to read." She stumbled, admitting that she would have passed the sex show not once to get to her room and lock herself in, but twice, to go back downstairs and try to hide the fact that she had come upstairs at all.
"It happens, I didn't expect you home early, and I guess you were comfortable enough with the idea of watching me to sneak a peek. How long did you watch?" Mom was now a dark red. Gradually she admitted that she was just going to peek in to see if she could slip past the door without being seen, but then when she saw Sue, she was a little shocked.
She ended up staying there for a few minutes to watch what was going on, but got spooked when she thought that I had seen her.
She had crept back downstairs, and went outside. "So is that when you wrote her a note?" I asked. "Damn! I didn't get away with a damn thing last night, huh?" She said. Mom told me that the note was a heat of the moment thing.
She was wondering what was going on in the shower, and wrote down her email address on a slip of paper, and asked Sue to fill her in on the details if she felt up to it. I told her that if she wanted to hear about it that bad, I would tell her. I didn't think she could blush any darker, but somehow she did. She managed to let out a soft "Okay. tell me all about it." I explained to Mom how I liked older women, mature women with curves, and why I never kept a roommate.
I told her how I met Sue online, the things we had discussed, and then I recounted every last detail from the night before.
Mom was mesmerized during my story telling. She was hanging on every last word. I didn't make a scene about it, but I definitely noticed when one of her hands had disappeared below the table. I was definitely getting hard from telling her the story. After I finished, she didn't have much to say. I could see that her blush had faded and she seemed a lot more comfortable with the situation. She asked me if I had enjoyed having Sue's finger up my ass. I told her that it felt pretty good along with the other things that were going on, but Sue had sharp nails, and that wasn't really that comfortable.
She warned me that anal penetration is dangerous if you are using sharp objects, and that is a big reason that nurses keep their nails short, and they use thick rubber gloves when going back there. I wasn't really ready for what she said next. She asked me if I felt any soreness back there this morning. Before I could even respond, she innocently said that if I did, that she should probably check it out to make sure I wasn't going to get an infection.
She quickly took a long sip of her coffee to hide her smile.
I paused for a bit as the possibilities of what this meant flashed through my head. Yes, she is a nurse, and yes she is my Mom, so that should mean that this would be a straight forward examination. But then there was the fact that we had just talked about nothing but sex for the last twenty minutes, and she seemed to be eating it up. There was also the fact that I didn't feel any discomfort this morning at all, so there was no reason to go through with this in the first place.
"Okay, if you need to check me out, that is fine." I finally said. She said she would go grab her bag that she carries around in public sometimes just in case there is an emergency that she can help with. She came back from the garage with the bag. She said that it probably wasn't the best idea to do this in the kitchen. I asked her where would be best. She said that since we didn't have an exam table to lean on, a bed was the next best thing. She led the way, and I followed Mom up to my bedroom.
She set her bag on the bed, and unzipped it. She pulled out a little baggie with a pair of gloves inside.
She said she didn't carry lube in her emergency bag, and she didn't want to substitute one of her emergency options for it if I had some lube handy. I walked over and opened the nightstand, pulling out a tube of lube.
I handed it to her, and she told me to lean forward over the bed and pull down my shorts. I think we both knew that I had a rock hard erection already, but I didn't want to admit it. I had it tucked upward into my waistband to keep it from sticking out. I pulled my shorts down just a little in the rear, trying to keep the front high enough to hold my cock in place where it was.
I bent over and put my hands on the bed as I heard her squeeze some lube onto her gloved fingers. She set the lube down beside me and moved around behind me.
Mom knelt down behind me, and said that my shorts weren't low enough for her to get access. She started to tug them down further, and when the front of my waistband slipped past my cock, they just fell to the floor with my boxers. My erection was now sticking straight out, but luckily Mom was behind me and couldn't see it. I stepped out of my shorts and kicked them off to the side.
I figured we were this far, so I spread my legs a little further and bent over some more. I felt the cold lube against my backdoor, as Mom started to ease two fingers in. She started to feel around all directions. "How deep did she go?" She asked. I told her that she was as deep as Sue went. She said she didn't feel any inflammation or cuts. Then she mentioned if that was as far as Sue went, then she didn't do it right. I said that it felt pretty good last night, but I knew that Sue was just tickling, not focusing on my rear.
Mom said "If she was good, you would have felt her touching your prostate, like this." Mom pushed her fingers in further, and I felt her hit the sensitive spot that women use to "milk" a man. "As long as I am in here, I might as well give you the full checkout. You are too young to worry about this yet, but there's no harm since I am here." She joked, "When you DO start getting this checked out when you get older, try to have a woman do it.
It will be less awkward when you get an erection from it." "Now if you want a woman to do a good job back here in the future, remember how this feels, and you can tell her what to do." Mom said as she started to rub her fingers against my prostate. The checkup was over now, she was doing this to make me cum! I couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this! Mom was working her fingers around and around, massaging my gland in every direction she could press on it.
I didn't say anything, I just let her keep going.
She was a professional at this in every sense that you could imagine. I didn't stand a chance. After only a minute or two I was ready to blow. My balls tensed up, and my knees started to buckle. Mom sensed this and reached around with her other hand. She grabbed a hold of my cock and quickly moved to the head.
I looked down to see her cup her hand at the tip of my cock to catch my boiling cum as it shot out of me. Burst after burst landed in her blue gloved hand until I fell forward against the bed.
She took her hand away from my cock. "I didn't want you to make a mess all over your bed." She said. She kept her fingers in my rear a little longer.
She wasn't moving them around or anything, just holding still. She was quiet. What was she doing back there??? Finally she slid them out and I rolled over. I looked up at her just as she was starting to pull the one glove off with the other. I noticed that her other hand didn't have a single drop of my cum on it anymore. Mom had a very guilty smile on her face as she tossed the gloves in the waste basket.