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?"
Lewis craned his head upwards to see what she meant, grinning as he watched his mom tugging the skirt of the latex dress up over her thighs, bringing her bare sex into view. He focused on the slit as it glistened with her desire, dripping its rich fluid onto his hard-on. Without realising it, Lewis had discovered a craving he just couldn't resist indulging, not when it was so agonisingly close.
Martha lowered her hips in a very deliberate manner, stopping just as the tip of Lewis's organ was nestled between her lower lips, further coating it with her feminine fluids. "I see you're no longer concerned about anyone interrupting us? Excellent, but I think my patient ready for the final remedy, and it will require a lot of energy from the both of us. I want you to place your hands on my waist and guide me down, take me the way you want to!"
"But what about protection?" Lewis asked, ignoring the primal voice that celebrated the thought of sliding his bare cock into his mom's still fertile body.
"Look at me," Martha traced her hands down her breasts and stomach, pulling on the latex and letting it snap back into place. "I think we have more than enough rubber as it is. Remember, Nurse O'Sullivan is here for your pleasure, and nothing shall come between that."
Lewis nodded and lifted his hands wrapping his around his mother's stunningly narrow waist, forcing himself to ignore the dull pain in his leg as he took a firm grip of the rubbery material that hugged her tight body. Gradually, he brought her body downwards, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock sinking into her pussy bit by bit, savouring the texture of her velvety walls and they contracted around him. Within an excruciatingly long minute, Lewis managed to embed his cock as deep as possible within his mother's sex, stuck in a state of disbelief as he bottomed out fully.
"Fuck me, that feels fantastic!" Lewis exhaled.
"Language! I may be your nurse right at this moment, but I'm still your mother," Martha warned with a teasing smile, circling a finger around Lewis's chest. "How does it feel, Lewis? You've just planted your cock deep inside your mom, bareback I might add."
"It's beyond anything I've ever felt before!" Lewis confessed, staring up at the single most important woman in his life, astounded by the situation they found themselves in. "You look so sexy in that outfit. Do you have anything else like it?"
"Already looking towards the next event?" Martha shook with mirth, gasping as she began to rotate her hips, feeling Lewis's cock brushing against her sensitive walls. Her fingers threaded through her luxuriant blonde hair, teasing it as she brought her body crashing down upon Lewis's groin. "I don't think I'll say, it will be a surprise for later on."
Lewis sighed in relief, hoping that their illicit encounter wasn't just a one off experience. "So, you want to do this again?" Lewis prodded, bucking his hips as he attempted to meet his mother's frantic pace, suddenly aware of the bed beginning to groan from the stress.
Martha curved her spine as she rose up, squealing as a shattering orgasm rushed through her, her fluids dripped down to the sheets. "So eager, Lewis? This was supposed to be a purely therapeutic act, to help my champion recover as soon as possible. Then again, who am I to deny you?"
Lewis pawed at her breasts, hissing when he was able to slip the latex cups down and release her mounds, feeling the soft flesh compress against his fingers. His thrusting became so powerful that his lower body lifted away from the bed completely with each and every thrust, even managing to lift Martha herself up in spite of her own body crashing down. Their bodies thrashed together in a senseless mating ritual, never letting their locked eyes divert away, constantly reminding one another of just who they were making passionate love to.
Lewis undulated his hips vigorously, using his one good leg to provide him with an extra means of pummeling his mom's inviting pussy. But after just a few minutes of intense thrusting, he could feel his body starting to give out, suffering from the effects of the taxing day he had endured. He knew his orgasm was imminent, his fingers pressed into the latex moulded to his mother's body. "I have to...I can't keep going!"
"Then don't. Your body has already been through a lot today, don't try and push it," Martha said in a comforting manner, caressing Lewis's cheek with her hand as she felt a familiar pulsating against her walls. "Wouldn't it feel so good to cum inside your attentive nurse? Just let go, let me feel what you have all nice and stored up in these swollen testicles!"
The thought of inseminating his mom was enough to send Lewis over the edge, rising up high enough to lift Martha up from the bed, crying out as he came. Powerful spurts sent his boiling cum funnelling into his mother's tight hole, filling her to the brim, covering her beautiful walls with his viscous fluid. Aggressively pounding into her, raw instinct took over and made him grab onto Martha, pulling her in as tightly as achievable without hurting her, spraying the remaining ropes of cum into her cervical channels. Exhaustion overcame him once he was finished, forcing him to crash back on the bed, taking heaving breaths as he dragged his mother down with him. The couple's matching blue eyes connected, both displaying a certain shyness that had been all but absent during their incestuous mating.
"Are you okay, Lewis?" Martha caressed her son's cheek with her cherry-red acrylic nails, instantly morphing back into her motherly state, despite having her son's determined swimmers swirling earnestly around her cervix. "I didn't hurt your leg, did I?"
Lewis glanced over to the cast and shook his head, not wanting to worry his mom, only picking up a dull twinge. "It's fine, it was aching like crazy before, but it seems like a certain nurse may have discovered the cure. What about you? You don't regret doing it, do you?"
Martha laughed quietly snaking her hand downwards to bring her fingers to her slit, feeling warm sperm already trickling out of her as she hoisted herself off of Lewis's shrinking organ. "If it even slightly helped to lift your spirits, then there isn't one moment of it that I regret. Besides, you should have seen the other outfits that I found at my favourite new store, talk about a treasure trove."
"Maybe I will," Lewis replied with a hungry look as his mom climbed off the bed, finding her footing with the exotic heels, wishing he could pull her back and plunge his cock into her again. "Like you said, with dad being away in Canda for the week and Samantha at school for most of the day, anything could happen. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see this incredible body squeezed into every latex outfit you can get your hands on."
"Well, in that case, I might have to go on a bit of a shopping spree. Almost two weeks alone with such an insatiable young man around the house? Gosh, I think you might just wear me out, a forty year old is meant to slow down at this stage in her life," Martha smikred, leaning over to give her worn out lover a caring kiss on his cheek, looking meaningfully into his eyes. "But flirtation aside, I want you to take it easy and stick to the doctor's orders, okay?"
Lewis rolled his eyes playfully as he tugged his sweatpants back into place, still in utter disbelief that the stunner that was his mother was all his, even if it was a temporary arrangement. Or so he thought. "Don't worry, I will."
"Brilliant," Martha stood upright and dragged her skirt back into place, though it didn't hide the trail of her son's virile semen beginning to roll down the insides of her milky-white thighs. "Because if you truly want to keep up with me for the duration of our arrangement, then you need to be in tip-top condition. Now, I'll be back in a while, dinner should be ready in an hour, I'll bring it up to you."
"And after that?" Lewis inquired, positively addicted to the sight of her incredible body as it strutted away from him. "You know, once we're done with dinner."
"After that?" Martha twirled on the spot and kicked her latex-clad leg back, aware of her skirt as it rode up her thighs once again, much to the delight of Lewis. "Honey, you're going to fuck me in every conceivable way until neither of us can muster up the energy to get out of bed. By the tims we're finished, you're going to know every inch of my body better than the back of your hand, and I guarantee you that nothing will be off limits until that leg is finally healed. How's that sound?"
"Like someone smiled down on me and made all my dreams come true at once," Lewis breathed in reverence, wondering how he could go about thanking the one who was responsible for causing his injury. He listened to her walking along the corridor, filling his mind with ideas of what he would do once she was back in bed with him. "Hurry back...Nurse O'Sullivan!"