Amy started to work her mouth again, but then she closed it and looked at me curiously. “Wow, Ryan. You’re quite the little psychologist, aren’t you?”
I shrugged sheepishly. “I’m just saying, I think we all know that when you complained about his skin cancer yesterday, that’s not what you were really upset about. It was just an excuse to vent.”
Amy gave me an appraising look. “You might be right. Who knew I’d be getting marriage advice from my son-in-law.” She gave an ironic laugh.
“Hey, just returning the favor,” I said, raising my beer towards her respectfully.
Amy raised her own wine towards me. “A toast to better marriages?”
“To better marriages,” I agreed, clinking my can against her glass. We both downed the remainder of our drinks.
We sat there in silence for a second, the TV still playing in the background.
“But in all seriousness, skin cancer is a big deal.” Amy said, looking back at me. “The damage has probably been done for Carl already, but you need to take care of your skin, especially with you being on the paler side.”
“Fair enough. I’ll do my best,” I said deferentially, but that wasn’t good enough for Amy.
“I mean it, Ryan. I may not be doing clinical work as much anymore, but I’m still a nurse. I care about these kinds of things because I see what happens to people who don’t take care of themselves. Do you self-check for abnormal skin spots?”
“Every once in a while,” I replied vaguely. “And I saw a dermatologist once who said I looked good.”
“How long ago was that?” Amy said, not dissuaded in the least.
“About ten years ago,” I admitted.
“Yeah, that’s not good enough. We’re gonna need to do a check right now. Right here.”
I laughed, but quickly saw that Amy wasn’t joking.
“Amy, I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine, really.” I said, a bit self-consciously.
“That’s what Carl told me before his first cancer, and then the next thing he knew, he had a nickel-sized spot removed from his face. This isn’t a negotiation, Ryan. Stand up for me.” Amy said, as she stood from the couch herself.
With a sigh and a shrug, I complied.
“Thank you for humoring your mother-in-law,” Amy said, as she took one of my hands in hers and raised my arm to her face.
She began scanning my arm steadily but thoroughly. Occasionally she’d point to a particularly large or dark freckle and comment on it, saying things like “this one’s evenly colored so it should be fine” and “this one’s fine for now, but keep an eye on it”. After she’d finished with my right arm, she repeated her scan on my left, me continuing to stand there uncomfortably.
Once she’d finished both arms, she stepped back slightly. “Okay, I think your arms are good, but I’m not satisfied just yet. Take your shirt off for me. I’d like to check your torso too.”
I hesitated. Again, I was struck by the idea that if I’d heard this from any other woman, I’d suspect she was coming on to me. But this was Amy. My wife’s mom. I’d known her for almost a decade. If she wanted to come on to me, she would have done it long ago, right? This situation was a little odd, yeah, but surely Amy had only innocent intentions, I told myself. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like I was entering dangerous territory.
“C’mon, Ryan, don’t be shy. I’m not gonna let us miss something just because you’re a little embarrassed. Man up.”
Nothing to do but go along, I decided. It’s not like we were crossing any real lines, after all. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the couch behind me.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Amy said patronizingly, as she stepped closer to me so that her face was just inches away from my chest.
Like with my arms, she began to scan my skin for any abnormalities, giving her little commentary on the way. She pointed to a couple spots on my abs that seemed noteworthy to her, leaving her finger pressed against my muscles just bit a longer than was necessary. My body was becoming hypersensitized to her touch, and I felt my blood begin to pump more intensely as Amy finished with my front. I wasn’t turned on, exactly, but I could feel the tension rising.
Amy asked me to turn and face away from her, which I did, thankful for the chance to look away. Amy repeated her scan on my back. I could feel her breath against me as she made her way across my skin, continuing to touch any notable spots. She wasn’t especially concerned with any of them, though, until she came to one near my hip on my left side.
“Ryan, have you noticed this spot here before?”
I tried to look at it over my shoulder, but the angle was wrong. “I can’t see it from here. Is it bad?”
Amy ran her finger over it again. “It might be. Unlike your other spots, this one’s asymmetrical and has a dark, uneven border. That might be a bad sign, but only a doctor could tell you for sure. Sometimes spots that look bad end up being fine, but my recommendation would be to go ahead and make an appointment.”
“Okay, I’ll do that Monday,” I agreed. I wasn’t a big fan of going to the doctor, but I knew Amy would fuss at me if I didn’t.
“Good. But I’m not done yet. I need to make sure you don’t have any more spots like that one. You might need to be seen sooner than a regular check-up if you do. Take your pants off.”
Again, I hesitated. My shirt was one thing, but my pants? With just the two of us? That had to be crossing a line. Was it possible? Could Amy be trying to make something happen between us?
I still couldn’t fully believe it, but I was having a harder time finding other explanations. And if Amy really was trying to seduce me, what the hell was I supposed to do about it? Sure, I’d masturbated to her several times, but that was consequence-free. Sleeping with her in real life is not something I’d ever considered.
And yet, I couldn’t work up the courage to say no. To say, ‘Sorry, Amy, but I think we should stop,’ or ‘What would Susanne and Carl think about this?’ or even just ‘no thanks, you’ve done enough for me’. But it wasn’t just a lack of courage that stopped me. A part of me needed to see how this played out, to know for sure if Amy was making a move or if it was all in my head.
And so, I complied. With my mother-in-law standing inches away, I undid my jeans and pulled them off, leaving me with just boxers on. I faced towards her once again, waiting to see what she’d do next.
Without missing a beat, Amy squatted in front of me and began looking over my legs. Painfully aware of how close her head was to my crotch, I felt my cock begin to stir despite my best efforts to fight it. It was just a partial stir though, so I had a small hope that Amy wouldn’t notice my slightly increased size.
If she did notice, she didn’t acknowledge it. She ran her gaze down each of my legs, maintaining her point-and-comment method. I didn’t have any concerning spots on my front legs, so Amy had me flip around to check the backs. After she’d finished the same process there, I realized this was a key moment. Would Amy declare she’d finished… or would she keep going?
“Okay, your legs look pretty good. Just one last thing, and we’ll be done. I know you’re shy, Ryan, but I really need to check your entire body. Can you remove your boxers too? If it helps, just think of me as a nurse at the doctor’s office.”
Amy spoke her words so casually that I almost thought I’d misheard her. Surely my mother-in-law hadn’t just asked me to get naked in front of her. But I couldn’t deny what I’d heard. Finally, at long last, it began to sink in that maybe this was real. This was happening. Amy really was making a move on me. What the fuck was I going to do now? If I wanted out, I needed to do something fast.
And yet, I wasn’t sure I wanted out. Not because I wanted something inappropriate to happen, but because of pure curiosity. How far would this go if I let it? Plus, if somehow Amy did only have innocent intentions, I didn’t want to make a fuss about nothing. And so, heart pounding in my chest, I slowly removed my boxers.
I was still facing away from Amy, so I couldn’t see her react to my new exposure, but I felt her breath against my ass as she continued her exam.
“You’ve got a really big spot here,” Amy said, as she touched a point on my right butt cheek. “but I think it’s okay for the moment. Still, this spot is the one I’d be the second-most concerned with, after your hip-spot.”
I murmured an acknowledgment, but I was so on-edge with anticipation I barely comprehended her.
“Okay, that should be it for this side. Last part, Ryan. Turn around for me.”
As if hypnotized, I followed her command, despite now being at half-mast. As I finished turning, I looked down at Amy squatted in front of me. Her eyes were directly at my hip-level, her face inches in front of me. That sight was the last push my cock needed, and it quickly stiffened to its fullest extent. My cock was now almost touching her forehead.
“You’re quite the hefty specimen aren’t you?” Amy said, eyebrow raised, but I couldn’t tell if she was being seductive or being funny to ease the tension.
I just grunted softly in response, my breath becoming shallow.
Amy grasped my cock, but her touch wasn’t overtly sexual. She treated it like an obstacle blocking her vision and moved it slightly to the left so she could get a closer look at my pelvis.
“Just needed to get that out of the way for a good look.” Amy said, like this was the most ordinary thing in the world.
“Sorry…” I mumbled apologetically, beginning to second-guess Amy’s intentions again.
“Oh, don’t apologize,” Amy said dismissively as she ran her free hand over my pubes, spreading them to see the skin underneath. “You’re not the first man who’s had an erection during an exam. Besides, you definitely don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”
I stood there silently, a potent mixture of lust and confusion swirling within me. Amy still had her hand on my cock, and I could feel it pulse against her fingers. It screamed at me for release; either to push forward into pleasure or fall back into peaceful hibernation. This in-between stage was torture, and only my uncertainty prevented me from starting to thrust against Amy’s grip.
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