“You have no idea how sexy, erotic, and desirable you are in that outfit.” A hand slipped between her thighs and I very softly started running fingers across those jean-covered pussy lips. She gave a sharp intake of breath, shuddered, and made a prompt glance to the curtain separating me and my roomie. He thankfully let out a loud snort of a snore. ‘What are you doing’ shakily fell from her lips and she shuddered again.
I went to put my arms around her but was stopped short by the I.V’s in my arms. She actually snarled.
“Well, well, well. It seems your in a bit of a bind huh?” The next words she said to me were broken up with deep, hot, soulful kisses.
A good amount of sighing moans were thrown in for good measure. “Do you have…” “Any idea…” “Just how…” Scared I was…” I was sure the skin on my dick was going to rip open.
“No mam. Just how scared I was.”
“Well…” Another sharp breath. “Oh god don’t stop that.” She moved a hand to my cock under the covers being devilishly adept with her strokes. “Nurse was hot huh?” Said hand was removed and doused in a good wad of spit, then returned.
“Fuck mom… shit!”
“Big tits, nice legs, and those lips.” Her lips moved away from mine and trailed down my body. “Bet you’d love to get a blowjob from her huh?” A tongue flicked across my glans. I had to clamp my own hand over my mouth as she engulfed and took forever getting me down her throat while running nails over my balls. She pulled off with a soft pop. “Sorry baby boy. But right now mama wants that mouthful. Quit being so gentle, make me cum.”
My hand went interstellar. If there would have been a combustible in those jeans my ferocious rubbing would of set it off: except for the wetness. “Damn mom, you’re not gonna be able to hide this wet spot.”
“You just keep rubbing and give me my belly full.” The hospital drugs, combined with Cathy’s vitamin regimen had me in one messed up state. I could not only feel the throbbing but it echoed in my head. When mom came she moaned a blast furnace of air deep into the root of my cock. I’d had to deal with drifting lights tonight, now it was fireworks. “Give me it baby boy.”
The ambiance of a room can change dramatically when a door opens. In a hospital it is most assuredly amplified. Both our eyes almost left their sockets when we heard,
“Lover?” -Cathy.
“Nurse said we could come in.” -Dad
Mom pulled herself off bullet speed and got both coverings in place just as the curtain swung open. Hospital blankets need to be a ton thicker. Dad didn’t notice, he was asking if I was okay (I’d let off one hell of a painful groan when the orgasm was denied). Cathy hadn’t missed the tent, but that’s my wife, and had that ‘Okay, I know what you’ve been doing’ look.
She may of been cocky but I noticed she had her own damp spot going on. I was again reminded of that symbiotic connection. She walked by mom with a sultry look, and I’m sure would have gave her a tonguing if not for dad. Instead she discretely slid a hand over moms fresh wet spot. “Feels like all’s good and well huh?”
Dad or not, mom had an answer. “You relived?” My aunt’s thighs came together with a frustrated grimace at mom before turning to me. She took one look at my arms.
“Your arms don’t need that shit. I need your arms.”
And unplugged me.
“Hold me. Please.” The tears started to pour out from everyone and I clutched her in a death grip. Dad did the same to mom as he looked over and saw nothing but a very loving Aunt and her nephew.
That all dissolved into a lot of family relief with, a ‘bright shiny faces but not in our places’ comment bringing the biggest laugh. A light suddenly blared out and a much older man made his way out of the bathroom. (I hadn’t seen or heard roomie make his way to the can.) He stopped at the foot of my bed. The curtain had been left open. “You Cathy?” My wife got curiously put off but answered yes. He sniggered and moved to below my bed, pulling out a bed pan which he pointed at mom. “Your mama?”
“Yes.”
He plopped the bedpan at my feet. “Be right back.” When he returned he had his own pan. “We had cardboard ones in prison.” He looked at Cathy, then mom, and finally me. “Just to let you know, if they try to sew your lips shut?” A huge grin was exaggerated by a sweeping motion. “Bang, bang out go the lights.” I think Dad was caught up in a confusion pool of what and stop this now. Cathy didn’t understand, and just looked WTF when me and mom broke up.
“You mean boom, boom right?” He flipped me a finger.
“Badda bing, badda boom, lights out, lips open. You’re the kid from the game. Was a cheap shot, glad you’re okay.” He gave Mom and Cathy a good solid look over followed by an ‘I dare you’ glance to dad. “Hot, hot, hot.” Flashed a peace sign and walked away with the trailing comment, “That nurse son.” I never saw him again.
‘That nurse’ returned, this time with a bye-bye call for visitors, family or not, and got pissed off. “What the hell happened to your I.V’s?” Cathy, (I think a bit worried she was about to catch it) Mom, and dad, started to get the bums rush, but mom had a piece to say. Now I know my moms not an actual succubus but I swear her eyes were glowing red. “You?” I got my ear nestled. “You are going to get the love sexed out of you on the way home tomorrow providing I don’t come up with a better idea. I am not masturbating tonight either, I’d prepare to get wet.”
“Okay Squirtle.” She giggled kissing my nose. Cathy dropped a weird one of ‘be nice to that nurse’ which put a glint into nurse’s eye, and before the door closed I heard mom ask.
“What did you do?” Didn’t get to hear Cathy’s answer.
As mom’s words filtrated in, I got harder. Nurse tied me back up, medically, and made a very sultry walk out to the door. But not out. She didn’t shut the curtain either. I got a long stare at my cock, then eyes. She left but not before running her tongue around her lips dousing them to a shine. I would have given almost anything to jack off just then.
Nothing happened after that and the A.M. hours crept in. Things get very quiet in a hospital at three in the morning, a lot goes by very discreetly too. It’s like what I would imagine being on a spacecraft would be like. Quiet voices, the darkness broken by the glow of LEDs flashing from equipment, that soft electronic buzz that fills the atmosphere. A weird peacefulness that’s easy to get lost in.
Maybe that’s why he left.
Nurse came in at three fourteen, I thought it was because my neck was killing me and I’d pressed the call button. She stoned faced shut my curtains. Hushed voices spoke and they rolled my roomies bed out with out a word. I thought it was an odd hour to change rooms but the painkillers had worn off so my mind had cleared. And it hit me hard. Death. Could of been me. “Son of a bitch.”
The door closed for all of half a minute before opening again and my curtain was pulled back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You called the nurse’s station, now, what’s wrong?” Nurse had no glimmer of sexy in her now. She was just business with a deep touch of sad. “Well?”
“It hurts.” To this day I haven’t come to a conclusion on the look she gave me. It was a hurricane eye of mixed thoughts. She moved to a sitting position on my bed, folding her incredible legs together, and gave my still hard cock another visual once over.
“I bet. Been a few hours.”
“NO! NO!, I mean… well yeah, but no! My neck is burning.” While Red had let her young man’s mistake dangle for a while, nurse didn’t hear a word I said. She was looking way past my erection into the past with unflinching, watery eyes. “Who was he?” She didn’t change her position or gaze.
“In here a patient, and not that it’s any concern of yours, but outside after work my dad.” She unfolded off of the bed brushing the bottom half of her uniform back into form.
“And we all die sometime. Now. Your neck is burning because they gave you a numbing shot that’s wearing off and you’re due for another pain pill in thirty minutes. I think we can jump ahead thirty. I’ll be back with that pill and something to alleviate that cock.” Hearing her say cock for some reason shocked me a bit, a nurse should say penis, right?
She was about to close the door when I said, “I’m sorry about your dad, he seemed really cool.” She stiffened in the doorway, paused, then turned closing it, both hands holding the handle behind her. That position put a good arch to her spine and the buttons on her uniform got tested.
“He was very cool and very solid. Worked three jobs to get me through nursing school but was no angel. Did time for robbery, and had a favorite t-shirt, ‘If your eighteen ride my beam’, he put that into play more than once.” I chuckled at that. “I’m sorry I said it was none of your concern, thank you for saying that about him.” A grin softly moved to her face. “You and him had something in common, very naughty mouths when your high.” She winked and left.
There was only one pill when she returned, the painkiller. When she leaned to give me that little paper cup, the smell of whiskey hit my nose. “Water or a nightcap?” It was a question, but I knew which one she was hoping I’d pick, she wanted to toast her dad goodbye.
“The nightcap, if it’s okay with the drugs.”
“You won’t overdose sweetie, promise.” A very unbelievably soft pair of luscious lips kissed me.
“My shift is over in half an hour, I’ll be back then with your other pill and cap. For now water this one down. One question though.” The tent in the hospital bed got another look-see. “Did you mean what you said about the whole jack-off fantasy?” A mouthful of water kept me from doing anything but sheepishly nod.
It wasn’t a half hour, but three quarters before she came back, by then I was well back to being my stoned self. When the door opened this time, I heard giggling titters before it closed… and locked. “Hello, my sexy, pouty, soft-kissing nightingale. What up?” A giggle from her followed while a mid-sized shopping mall bag and her purse were placed on my bed.
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