I was too nervous to just lie in the gynecological chair and wait. Instead, I began to pace the room. And, fearing that something serious had happened to me, I stopped in front of a large, human-sized mirror. For the first time I decided to look more closely at my mother's body.

Having untied my hair, the first thing I saw was a few gray strands. Have they been before, or - am I turned gray from this life? Feeling awfully stupid, I nevertheless leaned closer and began to carefully study my face. Big brown eyes, small nose, full lips; wrinkles and folds on the face became clearly more than before. And again I thought how many of them appeared during my existence in my mother's body.

- From gray hair and wrinkles, no one has ever got sick, - I said to myself.

Stepping back, I looked in the mirror in full body. It seems that the hips have spread a little, I probably recovered. And these nasty stretch marks on the abdomen, including the long colorless right.

“Nothing serious,” I grumbled.

In accordance with the diargrams, hanging next to the mirror, I raised my right arm, and with my left I examined the right chest, which still acted after X-rays. I winced, but continued research. Finding nothing, I changed my arm and chest. The left tit turned out to be slightly smaller than the right one, but I didn’t find any tumors there either. Therefore, I decided that my breasts were all right.

“Debra, glad to see you again,” a smiling middle-aged doctor invited me back to the chair. “A nurse will come to you later with some other tests, and I’ll see you now.”

“Okay,” I felt awkward, but I was too scared to disobey.

I thought to pull myself together, but when I saw how he was sorting out his tools, he panicked. “What the hell are you going to do with me?” - I asked, looking at the doctor, looking like a villain, a scientist from a cheap science fiction film. “Relax,” he told me. - Nothing new awaits you. How could I explain to him that for me all this for the first time? Suddenly, my throat intercepted when a cold metal tool came in and pulled my vagina for inspection. She must have narrowed a bit after the last time I fucked with my father. And now it was as painful as humiliating. And I did not care that the man in front of me was driven solely by medical interest. “Well,” said the doctor, pulling his instrument of torture out of me, “To be completely sure, I need the results of the tests, but I don’t think something happened to you.” What is he talking about? What else does he need? Why so many tests? I already allowed my sister to poke me with needles, I peed in a cup - with my old pipiska it would be much easier than an example, and this killer in a white robe thrust various glands into me. What else does he want? I tried to calm down, seeing his smile, but I could not. * * * - Oh, damn, how I want you, baby. I could not tell my father what the gynecologist told me. So I had to lie and say that I need to change the diet. Unfortunately, now he did not see any obstacles in order to throw his devout into a bed. If I was not sick, then it means that sex does not hurt me. And although the last thing I wanted was to perform a marital duty, but that I could bring in my defense. He is a faithful, caring husband, and I refused him sex longer than my mother, when in his body. Caressing his eggs, I suppressed the desire to plunge nails into them. This leather bag was the source of so many problems, and the solution seemed so simple.Throwing these thoughts out of my head, I removed my hand before instinctively trying to castrate my father, concentrating on the blowjob. Lying between his legs, I pulled away from his cock for a second and took a deep breath. - Mmm, ready to fuck? - Dad asked. - Is that what my girl wants? She wants her hubby to plant her deep, deep? - Not! - I did not think it would sound so harshly, but it sounded exactly like that. That is, - I recovered, smiling through strength, - I want to enjoy the taste of your boyfriend. Therefore, threw him into my throat, and not there, down. Having to warm him up, thus, killed me, but I needed to keep the illusion that I was his beloved little wife. At least now. “True,” he grinned. “The doctor said you need to change your diet.” And what could be better than a large portion of fresh hot cream? I quickly shoved his dignity back into my mouth, before I had the idea to respond to this example of inimitable humor. Wanting to end this as soon as possible, he arched his back and settled himself more comfortably between his legs. I sucked his cock harder than usual, inflating his cheeks from the efforts. Being unable to see his organ between my lips, I closed my eyes, but suddenly I felt that my nose was resting on his hairy eggs. “Oh, Deb ...” he grabbed my head, tightening his grip on my head. - You ... you haven't sucked so deeply for several months. I ... thought you for ... forgot how to do it. He was right. Dick half went to my throat, and I did not even choked. Damn mother, she probably was a real professional if her body still remembers how it is done. Damn, only one of my girlfriends could have been like that, but she was far from my mom! Moving my head up and down, I focused on my feelings. Suddenly, I even liked the way his hot hard cock rested against my throat. It was an extraordinary sense of power over a man, a delight in his own sexual mastery. For a few minutes, I could even cope with disgust. - Fuck, Deb, let go, let him go! - Dad grabbed the wet sheet of sweat. - I ... is about to ... come down! I intended to let him cum on my face, remembering how much he liked it, but did not have time. His first salvo went straight into my stomach, followed more and more. I kept his end in my mouth, and he threw hot, salty-bitter sperm. I shuddered when I imagined that he was now splashing in my stomach. But mom's body really liked that taste. It must be something at the level of hormones because to me it is absolutely unbearable. Finally, dad dried up, and I felt like a member went limp in my mouth. Having swallowed the last drops of semen, I let it out of my mouth and sighed, feeling how hot it was between my legs. This heat was not pleasant. Disgust and humiliation returned to me. Kissing my father for the night, I turned my back on him and fell asleep. I knew for the last time I gave way to his head. It doesn't matter what it costs me, but I will no longer be his obedient and pleasing little wife. * * * - Great, Mom! - Mother flopped down on the sofa next to me and kissed, as they kiss a mistress, and not like the mother of her son, or vice versa. “Yes, you go,” I waved him off, she clearly smelled sperm from her mouth, I don’t know her own or someone else’s. “And what did the old doctor Shervin say?” - Grinning, she lay back and began to stroke his cock through jeans. - Listen, and he used such a small mirror? I always liked that he could look into me so deeply. I remember, I came to see him somehow early in the morning, without rushing, as you should, you understand what the doctor saw there. “You're pregnant,” I told her bluntly. “This damned body you left me is about to produce a fucking calf.” - What? - she had eyes on her forehead, and for the first time I saw her worried. - He is sure? - I do not know, and I'm not going to ... Read more →