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It took almost thirty seconds of jostling before the moment arrived, delivering the opportunity he had been waiting for. A one on one with the keeper was all that separated him from victory, a battle Lewis had no intention of losing. He sucked in a breath, focusing purely on the approaching goalkeeper, looking for any gap that he believed the goalie stood no chance of saving. Finally, he spotted his chance, cocking his leg back just when the goalie made a dive for the ball.

A modest tap was all the ball needed, raising it towards the top corner, well beyond the reach of the goalie's glove. But Lewis wasn't granted the luxury of watching the ball soar towards the net, not when the goalkeeper made a violent collision with his legs. Instead of jubilation, incredible pain sent Lewis crashing to the dirt, rolling in agony as fiery pain shot from his leg. Before the blinding pain sent him into unconsciousness, Lewis spotted the increasingly blurry silhouette of his mother dashing towards him, unhindered by her wedges as she led the pack of joyous home fans.

~•~•~•~•~•~

Lewis stared up at the white fluorescent lights above, resorting to counting the number of ceiling tiles running from one end of the ceiling to the other, starting over when the blare of an ambulance siren threw him off count. The monotonous beeps and whines of hospital equipment only added to his growing boredom, sending his head plummeting back to the paper-covered pillow as he restarted his count for the third time since he was rolled into the room.

Painkillers went a long way towards dulling the pain in his leg, but did little to alleviate the dull twinge of discomfort that came from even the slightest movement. He hated the wait, forced to remain in the dark until the doctor arrived to give their prognosis. Lewis was by no means an expert when it came to leg injuries, but he was at least sure that a pain strong enough to knock him out didn't bode well for his chances of walking out of the hospital doors unaided.

"Mr O'Sullivan?" a delicate voice spoke, shortly joined by a gentle knock against the open door. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Hmm?" Lewis raised his head, feeling his dark mood brighten up significantly when he found a stunning latina stood in the doorway, dressed in a set of nurse's scrubs that hugged her mouth-watering body a little too well. He dragged his upper body upright, trying to appear non-chalant, not daring to allow his eyes to wander in they way they so craved. "Erm, no. No, you're not disturbing me. And please, call me Lewis."

"Alright, then I insist that you call me Maria. Let me guess, you're absolutely bored out of your skull and can't stop yourself from counting the ceiling tiles?" the nurse flashed a pearly smile, sweeping over to the machines parked beside the bed. "Am I right?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I've been doing," Lewis answered, drawn immediately to Maria's ass as she bent over to fiddle with one of the heart monitors, involuntarily swaying her hips as she struggled with the bundle of tangled wires. "I'm just waiting for my mom to return with the doctor. Something tells me that I'm not getting good news."

"I wouldn't say that," Maria turned, giving Lewis's leg a quick appraisal. "I bet it feels worse than it looks. Believe me, I've had patients who've spent hours worrying that they're at death's door, only to find themselves sent on their way with a few bandages and a bottle of aspirin. I remember last Halloween when a man came into ER screaming that thought he'd been stabbed, only to discover that the alleged weapon was a retractable prop knife."

"Knowing my luck, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that my season is done," Lewis shook his head, but still gave the nurse a grateful smile. "I just wish that I had your optimism."

"Trust me, you'll be back on your feet in no time," Maria winked, finally turning the tide in her battle against the vines of electrical wires, disentangling the unit from the others.

Lewis felt a pang of guilt as he continued to ogle Maria, but the lack of anything else to distract him from the tedium drove his eyes back to her appetizing curves. Fortunately, he heard the sound of a familiar pair of heels striking the teal vinyl floor just outside of his room, soon followed by the appearance of his mom in the doorway. Martha dashed across the room, reaching Lewis's bedside to draw him into a tight hug, offering him a dazzling grin that never failed to put him at ease.

"Sorry about the wait, honey. I tried to get the doctor to give the results of the scans, but he was deadset on telling you first," Martha said, dropping into a padded grey and blue seat beside the bed. "I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not."

"I looked over Doctor Carson's shoulder, looks like they're going to have to amputate the leg," Lewis's sister lied drolly, tapping her phone screen as fast as her thumbs would allow, coming to a stop just in front of the bed. "Could've been worse. Hey, it might actually be an improvement."

"Ha-ha, Samantha," Lewis rolled his eyes, backed up when his mother sent a glare towards her daughter. "The only thing in here that needs amputating is that phone from your hands. Did you even spend a single second watching the game?"

"Of course, I even recorded some of it," Samantha turned the screen towards Lewis and held it horizontally, pressing play to show the moment the goalie clattered Lewis. "I think this might just be my new favourite video."

"Turn that off, Sam," Martha ordered, turning to a crestfallen Lewis, stroking his hair as he watched the clip. "It looks bad, anyone can see that. But I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks."

"You wouldn't be wrong," Doctor Carson confidently replied as he strode into the room, squinting to get a better look at the x-ray print, holding it up to the light steaming through the window. "It was close, but I'd have to say that you got off fairly lucky, Mr O'Sullivan."

"Lucky? Meaning I didn't break anything?" Lewis asked hopefully, smiling when his mother gave him an 'I told you so' look.

"It seems that the shin pad absorbed most of the force of the impact," the doctor dipped into the pocket of his white lab coat, fumbling until he could lift out the remains of the protective padding, gently tossing it towards Lewis. "Amazing what a bit of plastic and foam can do."

"Yeah," Lewis swallowed, lifting the pad up, only to watch the shattered pieces crumble from his hand. "So...there's nothing wrong with me?"

"Other than a sprain? No, you got off pretty lightly all things considered," the doctor replied, holding his hand up placatingly when Lewis's face dropped. "Don't worry, it's only minor, a few weeks should set things right."

"Weeks? But the final is in a fortnight, I can't be out for that long," Lewis explained, feeling his hopes of a good scholarship slipping away.

"You should be ready by then, but I wouldn't even think about trying to put in any practice training before then, not unless you want to be shuffling around with a cane by the time you hit middle age," the joked, clearing his throat when it didn't quite land with Lewis or Martha. Doctor Carson walked up to the bedside, giving Lewis's leg a final inspection before making his decision. "Tough crowd. We'll get this leg some extra support before you go. I'll just grab everything we need to get started."

"Doctor, may I have a word?" Martha asked, standing when she received a nod. She followed the doctor out of the room, though Lewis could still see her hanging in the doorway, too far for him to make out their conversation.

"You got lucky, but I bet you're still going to milk your 'ailment' for all it's worth," Samantha smirked, yelping when Lewis reached over and thoroughly ruffled her silky hair until it developed a noticeable frizz. "Hey! This took hours to brush, dumbass!"

"And only seconds to mess up," Lewis chuckled, lifting his hand away when he felt his sister had been sufficiently scolded, finding Maria watching him with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"See? I told you that you had nothing to worry about," Maria whispered, finally dislodging the unit, wheeling it past a distraught Samantha. "Just take the doctor's advice, you'll be running around in no time. I promise."

"Thanks, Maria," Lewis smiled back, closely observing the nurse as she departed, paying particular attention to the hypnotic sway of her rear. "For everything."

"I'm afraid the Doctor Carson's right, honey," Martha smiled consolingly, surreptitiously catching her son's eyes following Maria as she left. "It appears that you're going to find yourself bed-bound for the next few days, then on crutches until that leg is all healed up."

"But that could set me back weeks," Lewis reasoned, aware that the coveted nature of his position meant that any length of absence put his role on the team at risk.

"And putting any amount of pressure on that leg before it's ready could do a lot more damage," Martha dropped a hand onto Lewis's thigh, giving his injured leg the briefest glance. "Which is why you're going to be in a cast until everything's back in order."

"But-"

"Lewis," Martha gave Lewis's thigh a comforting squeeze, acutely aware of the twitch the gesture prompted underneath his hospital gown. "I know how important this game is, and there's nothing in the world I want more than to see you impress every scout that will be in attendance. But first and foremost, I'm your mother, and my priority is making sure that you're fit and healthy. I know this will be an adjustment, but it's just a short one, and I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you're going to be ready in time. Okay?"

"Okay," Lewis slumped back, watching the doctor reappear with all the necessary tools and materials to encase his leg. "But I'm not looking forward to it."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, honey," Martha replied with a vague smirk, moving aside to allow the doctor to do his work. "You'd be amazed at the sort of fun you can get up to when you're laid out flat on your back."

Returning home after the application of the cast proved to be somewhat trickier than what was normal. It took a few dry runs with his new crutches before Lewis built up the courage to hobble out of the hospital and clamber into the back of his mother's sedan. An argument broke out between him and Samantha during his attempt to wrangle his crutches in the backseat, both unintentionally and intentionally whacking his sister with them as he tried to figure out the right angle to position them in.

Getting out of the car proved equally complicated, requiring the aid of his mother and a reluctant Samantha to ease him away from the rear seat and onto the front drive. Though he insisted on retrieving the crutches himself, wanting to get used to them as quickly as he possibly could, Martha grabbed them instead, exasperated by his persistent desire to push himself. The three of them made it back indoors, with Martha refusing to listen to Lewis's protests when she immediately ushered him upstairs the very second the front door clicked shut.

Martha helped him up each step, taking his weight as he hopped on one foot towards the landing. Lewis attempted to apply a bit of pressure on his encased leg, wanting to test the severity of the injury for himself, regretting it immensely when a sharp, acute pain shot through it. Understanding that the extent of his ailment was a touch more significant than he had hoped, Lewis gratefully accepted his mother's outstretched arm and allowed her to assist him in reaching his bedroom.

Making it into his room, Lewis made a beeline for his bed, feeling the events of what became an unnecessarily long day finally catching up to him. A gentle sigh left his lips when he collapsed back onto the sinfully comfortable mattress, sinking his head into his feather-filled pillow. His mom left and quickly returned with a spare cushion, raising Lewis's leg to deposit the cushion beneath it.

"The doctor said you need to keep that leg elevated, it should remind you to not try and move it around too much," Martha reminded him, fluffing the sides of the cushion.

"Great," Lewis sighed, carefully attempting to test out his limited range of movement, frustrated when he found himself unable to reach out for the remote for his tv.

"You don't know how lucky you are," Martha chuckled, walking over to the bedside table to retrieve the remote, handing it to a thankful Lewis. "Almost a week off school, all snuggled up in bed, and a personal servant to ensure that all your needs are met. Most eighteen year olds would deliberately injure themselves to get that sort of treatment."

"I guess," Lewis said, grateful for his mom's stubborn attempts to cheer him up, but his disheartened mood refused to budge. "I just don't like being so...useless."

"Honey, I don't want to hear you saying things like that about yourself," Martha swept up to the bed and took a seat beside Lewis, resting into his side as she hugged him tightly. "It's just a few days in bed and another week and a half of walking with the crutches. After that, you'll be back up and on the field and this little setback will quickly become a distant memory. Can you do that for me? Stick it out for a while?"

"I'll try my best," Lewis's voice became strained, the sensation of his mom's perfect breasts compressing against his chest shamefully caused the blood to rush to his cock. He casually shifted his grey sweatpants, bunching the crotch up to obscure his swelling manhood, unaware that his mom had already caught sight of it.

"I'll tell you what," Martha rolled over and propped her chin up on Lewis's chest, staring soulfully into his eyes. "What if I had a way of keeping your spirits up? Something we would both very much enjoy?"

"What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see," Martha drummed her fingers against Lewis's chest. "That is, if you're open to it?"

"Yeah," Lewis cleared his throat, fighting a losing battle with his hardening member. "Can you give me a hint about what it is you've got planned?"

"No, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise," Martha pushed away and stood up, sauntering up to the bedroom door. "I'll be back in a few minutes with some snacks for you, I know you need something in you that isn't a reheated hospital lunch. After that, I'll be off to do some shopping."

"Shopping," Lewis winced as he sat up, switching his tv on. "Could I add a few things to the list?"

"Honey," Martha gazed over her shoulder, aiming an undeniably sultry look his way. "It's not that kind of shopping."

~•~•~•~•~•~

A blazing orange glow expanded across the sky as the sun made its evening descent beyond the horizon of the cityscape, casting harsh shadows across the landscape of the decaying section of the city. It was a place where those unfamiliar with it made certain to avoid, particularly those hailing from the more affluent gated communities in the suburbs. To say it was the sort of place a middle-class mother of two wouldn't typically visit would have been an understatement. Which made it all the more curious when an upmarket Range Rover glided across the webs of cracks in the crumbling tarmac, parking up beneath the one lamp still casting a cone of orange sodium light.

Martha pulled her sedan into a secluded parking lot she found behind a dilapidated storage warehouse, trying not to be too unnerved by the fact that she was its sole occupant. Locking her car and double checking that the alarm was armed, Martha made the long walk across the lot and eventually stepped out onto the surrounding street. Cautiously looking from one side to the other, checking to see whether the path ahead was safe. Rows of boarded up stores lined both sides of the street, each seemingly in a worse state of disrepair than the last, appearing as if they hadn't been occupied well before the turn of the century. A few unsavoury figures could occasionally be spotted loitering beneath the sheltered doorways, but they all appeared to be uninclined to involve themselves in Martha's business. Which suited her perfectly.

Despite having changed into an outfit that was well suited for the warmer summer weather, it soon became clear that her choice of a yellow summer dress and leather wedge heels would drew the wrong kind of attention if she wasn't carefully. She kept her eyes peeled and searched around for the location she had discovered flicking through Google maps, maintaining a low profile as she strolled down the sidewalk, comparing the image of the business on her phone to the storefronts she passed. Martha could tell that most of the buildings along the street were almost a century old, with a few displaying their date of construction with small commemorative bricks, but that time and multiple economic downturnshad clearly not been kind to the part of city they happened to be situated in. Yet, Martha couldn't help but feel that they had a certain character to them, one that the newly-built boutiques and glass buildings in the well-off areas of the city severely lacked.

A backfire from an exhaust belonging to an old station wagon drew her attention, watching it lurch away from the curb out of the way, it revealed the facade of the store she had been in search of. A flickering neon sign displayed the name 'XXX: True Seduction', which stretched across the top of the windows that were covered up with explicit pin-ups of half-naked women. It advertised itself unashamedly as a store specialising in pornography and sexual fetishes, with brazen posters showing off the multitude of products and services it had for sale. It was exactly what Martha had been in search of.

She dashed across the road with a spring in her step, entering inside without a second thought. Martha had always been open about her love for all things relating to sexual experimentation and was keen to seek it out whenever possible, constantly searching for different unique ways to keep her marriage as fresh and exciting. From the moment she stepped foot inside the seedy sex shop, Martha felt a sense of familiarity, gazing in awe at the vast display of lewd and indecent items that lined the shelves.

A single clerk sat behind a worn, old wooden counter, with his ill-fitting boots perched on top, scratching his beer-belly as the door emitted a short chime. From as best as Martha could tell, she guessed the man was somewhere in his late fifties, dressed in shabby clothes that did little to flatter his rotund figure. By the way he suddenly perked up upon seeing her enter, dropping the newspaper he had been reading, Martha could only assume that he rarely had any customers that weren't covered head-to-toe to disguise their identities, and certainly no-one quite as eye-catching as Martha herself. Though she didn't let him know it, she felt his eyes roaming over her body as she headed towards the furthest aisle, certain he was eyeing her toned legs.

Unsurprisingly, Martha found that a large chunk of the inventory consisted of dildos of various shapes and sizes, some being more questionable in design than others. Prices ranged from cheap $5 injection-moulded plastic toys that appeared too fragile for proper use, to expensive silicone models based on moulds of the manhoods of famous male pornstars. All of which were very intriguing to the housewife. Martha slowly weaved through the aisles, picking up the occasional item that piqued her interest or she felt may have a purpose in the near future, including a discreet vibrator that could be operated from afar by a remote. A smirk crossed her lips as she spotted the blinking red lights belonging security cameras bolted to the corners of the ceiling, well aware of the store owner's watchful eye following her every move. Martha made a game out of making his viewing experience as exhilarating as she could, deliberately giving some of the more interesting sex toys a thorough inspection as she progressed.

Eventually, she arrived at the section that specialised in women's costumes, precisely what she had sought the shop out for in the first place. A wide variety of different outfits covered the shelves, from legally dubious imitations of licenced characters, to the tightest fitting cat suits, all perfect for enticing a desired partner. Martha giggled as she bent down and retrieved a plastic package with an image of a scantily-clad model wearing a parody of a witch's outfit, complete with a pointed hat that had a number of black cats decorating the trim. It was interesting, but not quite fitting for the plan she had in mind. So she kept looking, desperately hoping that the little shop had what she had in mind.

After a few minutes of searching, Martha's eyes flashed with delight when she finally spotted the costume in question, which she snapped up without pause, snatching a pair of heels she thought completed the look perfectly. With her items in hand, Martha walked up to the front counter and laid them out, leaning over as the clerk scanned each one, hiding her awareness of his eyes casually darting towards her cleavage.

"Haven't seen you in here before," the clerk said conversationally, consciously drawing out the time it took to locate the barcodes. "The name's Tony. This is my place."

Martha nodded as he scanned a small bottle of lubricant. "I found your store when I was playing around on Google, you don't see many places such as this around these days. I felt that I had to come here to see it for myself. You weren't kidding when your website claimed that you sold everything a woman could want in the bedroom."

Tony chuckled proudly, tapping the keys of his aged cash register. "Got in trouble with the city council a few times for the sorts of things I've sold in here, they've even threatened to raid the joint. But who said a group of suits can stand in the way of a woman and her pleasure? Though, I have to say, I've never had any posh babes in here before, you're the first."

Martha smiled impishly and tucked a lock of golden hair over her ear. "I'll take that as a compliment. There's a certain allure to this store, it doesn't try to shy away from its nature, and neither does it sanitise it. It's so unashamed."

"That it is," Tony replied. When he scanned the final item -- the costume tucked away in its clear plastic packaging -- he ran his tongue across his lips when his eyes landed on the gold band around Martha's finger. "Something you're gonna wear for the husband? Or someone else?"

Martha leaned over the counter further, straining her breasts against her dress. "You could say something like that. I wanted to find something that the person in question would never imagine in a million years that I would wear. Sex is so much more enjoyable when it's spontaneous, wouldn't you say?"

"I would," Tony brushed a hand across his thinning hair as he brought the total up on the small display screen. "That'll be $85.50. But, if you're open for an alternative method of payment, I think I'd be willing to let it go for free. How's that sound?"

"Tempting, but I'm afraid that I need to keep my attention on one man tonight," Martha batted her eyelashes and deposited the necessary cash payment onto the counter, giving Tony an apologetic smile as she gathered up her new belongings. "Maybe next time."

~•~•~•~•~•~

Lewis mumbled as he stirred in his bed, hastily rubbing away the blur in his eyes. Aside from the low volume of his tv, the house was almost eerily quiet, even lacking the sound of his sister's radio blaring out the latest releases. He did his best to keep himself awake and alert, the excitement of his mother's words were motivation enough to try and stave off the desire to rest his head back on the pillow and succumb to unconsciousness. But as he checked his phone for the time, he realised that it had been almost three hours since her departure. With the sun having fallen a good while ago, casting the bedroom in near darkness, Lewis began to wonder if she was even coming, and the twinge of pain in his leg didn't help.

Just as his eyes started to flutter, sound of sharp, rhythmic clicking against the hardwood floor in the hallway snapped his eyes back open, a sound which only grew louder. Lewis reached for the remote control and turned the volume all the way down, the mixture of the darkness of the room and his own grogginess made it difficult to make out the silhouette of the person who appeared within the door frame.

"Mom?" Lewis whispered out, hoisting himself up in the bed. "Samantha? Is that you? I'm not kidding, if you try and write on my cast again with a permanent marker I'm coming after you, and don't think that this busted leg is gonna stop me."

"Samantha isn't here, honey," Martha's silver-toned voice shattered the near silence. "I sent her off for a sleepover with one of her friends."

"You did?" Lewis felt his throat grow dry, only able to make out the incredible curves of his mom's body as the light from the hall beyond filtered in from behind her. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you're in need of something that can take your mind off that leg of yours, and I think you might like the remedy I have," Martha proclaimed with a silky voice. "I think my future champion requires a physician with a more...hands-on bedside manner."

Martha seductive tone was punctuated by the sharp 'click' of the bedroom light switch. Brilliant off-white light filled the room, and Lewis's eyes opened impossibly wide as they took in the sight of his mother. A bone-white latex nurse's uniform encased her divine figure, a dress consisting of a sharp plunge in the neckline to display her cleavage, and a tight pencil skirt that barely made it half way down her pale thighs, contrasted by a pair of fingerless red opera-style gloves. A small, matching cap was fastened to her flowing golden mane, positioned in a manner allowing her hair to take on a voluminous appearance. Martha's long, heavenly legs were covered by a pair of white latex stockings, with small red crosses at the top of each one, with garter straps connected to the inside of the skirt. Her feet were sheathed in a pair of red, translucent platform heels, raising her up by an additional six inches and allowing her pert rear to become more pronounced.

"Mom?" Lewis gasped, pinching himself to check that he wasn't in the middle of a wet dream. "Is that really you? And if you aren't a figment of my imagination, what are you wearing?"

Martha made a show of looking down and examining her daring costume, fully aware of just how shocking it was in the eyes of her son. "You mean this? It's just something I bought for the occasion. And just to remind you, you're my patient for the night, so why don't you call me Nurse O'Sullivan?"

"Nurse O'Sullivan?" Lewis swallowed as his mom strolled into the bedroom, her wet, vermilion lips sparkled in the light. "I don't get it, what's this about?"

Martha approached the bedside and brought her hand down to rest on the blanket covering Lewis, slowly drawing it down without much of a protest from him. Dragging it away entirely, she placed her hand on Lewis's thigh, stoking her red nails close to his groin. "Isn't it obvious? I told you that I was going to make your recovery a significantly more enjoyable experience. I am simply attending to my patients needs."

Martha danced her fingers up to the ties of his sweatpants and loosened them, allowing her to pull them down to knees, with help from Lewis who was still too bemused to resist when she encouraged him to raise his hips. The emergence of his engorged cock was enough to draw a surprised gasp from the lewdly-dressed woman, who lovingly wrapped her nimble fingers around the circumference of the organ. With a small movement in her wrist, she lightly pumped the shaft to squeeze out the first few beads of moisture, adoring the sensation of the pre-cum coating her hand as it travelled along her son's unexpectedly large cock.

"Oh, wow," Lewis groaned, unconcerned with the pain that came when his head lolled back and collided with the headboard when it missed the pillow, focused instead of the unbelievable feeling of his mother's gliding fingers. "That feels so good. But we shouldn't even be doing this."

"Doing what?" Martha asked innocently, running her other hand across Lewis's chest as she quickened the pumping of her hand, tightening and untightening her grip, stimulating the appendage with varying degrees of pressure. "I saw you checking out the nurse in the hospital, Maria I believe her name was. Your eyes were practically glued to her."

"You saw that?" Lewis asked with a bashful red tinge on his cheeks.

"I did," Martha lowered her body, closing in so her appetizing cleavage could fill Lewis's vision. "Just as I spotted that bulge growing between your legs when your focus turned to me. My, I never knew until then that you thought about me in that sort of way."

"I don't!" Lewis countered, giving up the pretence when his mom gave his hard cock a sharp tug. "Well, not until recently. I don't know why, but I can't get sex out of my head, and I can't stop myself from fantasizing about any attractive woman I can see."

"Don't fret too much about it, your hormones are just going into overdrive. You'll be off to college after the summer, it's natural that the thought if being surrounded by so many beautiful, available women would mess with your head. I just happen to tick all the right boxes," Martha kissed Lewis's cheek and rolled her thumb around his bulbous cock-head. "Samantha is away for the night, your father is off on a business trip in Canada until the middle of next week. There's nothing here to stop us, and I believe that neither of us have any objections."

Martha moved away and purred wantonly, shifting her attention to Lewis's throbbing cock, licking her lips as they loomed so close to the angry purple tip. Taking a deep breath in, Martha dove in and enveloped her son's thick member, grunting impatiently as she worked her way down the fleshy pole, swiftly succeeding in getting his tip to roll over the curve of her throat and embedded in her gullet. Martha flattened her tongue to make sure that every roll of her bobbing head kept him on edge, only adding to the intensity of her oral lovemaking. Occasionally, she would flick her eyes upwards, trying to gauge how Lewis reacted to her actions, emboldened by a blissful expression begged her to go further.

"How are you so good at this?" Lewis choked out, instinctually shifting his hips as he felt Martha's expert tongue slurp his member from the tip to the base, never once neglecting a single centimetre. "All of the girls I've tried this with usually gag before they can even get past the tip."

Martha lifted her head away, her mouth released his glistening cock with an audible 'pop'. A single string of saliva ran from her bottom lip to the very tip of Lewis's cock, a grin reached her lips as she laid her cheek against his lap. "Years of experience, and a willingness to push myself beyond my limits. Even at college I had a reputation for being somewhat of a fellatrix. But don't tell your father that."

Launching back down, Martha sucked Lewis's member dutifully and rocked her head in his lap like a woman possessed. She showed no signs of fatigue as she threw her head back and forth, brushing her tongue down the seam of the shaft, continuing until a thick layer of saliva was smeared over every inch. Before long, Martha felt the first signs of an impending climax building from Lewis, feeling his cock pulsating violently against the soft lining of her talented throat. Without warning, Martha ejected his manhood from the confines of her gullet, shushing him softly when an agonized groan left him after coming so close to his tipping point.

With a flourish, Martha swung her leg over the edge of the bed and brought it to rest on one side of Lewis's body, doing the same with the other so she could rest her weight on his lap. She bent down and brought her face close to his, pressing her wet lips to match Lewis's to sweep him into a heart racing kiss. Her tongue punched through his lips and swept over Lewis's as she ground her mound against his manhood. Then, with a sudden retraction, her lips broke the link as she rose back up, giggling as she looked down at her son's mystified face.

"See?" Martha shuffled her body until she hovered directly above Lewis's wet, twitching phallus. "You already seem to have a bit more red in your cheeks, that's always a good sign. But I think your nurse can still do a little more, what d'you say?"