Busty Babes in Deep Throat Delights

“Believe Sweetie,” the doctor said as she unlimbered the stethoscope from around her neck. “Let’s get this show on the road. She put the scope on Big Tits Kim’s back, “Cough for me,” she moved the scope from place to place repeating, “Cough,” at each stop. “Your lungs are perfect, aren’t you glad you’ve never smoked?” “I lost my father to lung cancer, smoking is a capital offense in my house, no one smokes, not my relatives, not my guests and certainly not my children, Ursula knows that if I ever caught her smoking her panties would come down and she’d be over my knee, don’t you know that Sweetheart.” God, how embarrassing, Ursula thought but she couldn’t deny it. Twenty years old, a college sophomore and Mommy still spanked and, God could she spank, she just nodded “Yes.” “Good for you, now, let’s proceed, put your right hand behind your head, let’s check your breasts.” “If you can find them.” “Ah Kim, I think they’re kinda cute, now hand behind your head. She conducted her exam then moved to the left side, finally she had her lie down and finished Babes that part of the exam. “I’m going to do an abdominal examination now, Trudy, would you take Mrs. Cole’s panties down so that her abdomen is exposed please.” “Ursula, I’m going to be examining your Mother’s ovaries and uterus, I’ll be doing internal examinations later, Kim, sing out if anything I do hurts.” A press here, a thump there, nary a pain, “Not bad for a forty-seven year old broad,” Marge laughed. “Only ‘cause I have such a wonderful doc,” Kim shot back. They both chuckled, then Dr. Marge asked Trudy to help Kim out of her panties. “Kim, I’m going to be using lubricants during the rest of your exam, they can adulterate temperature readings, so I want to get your temp before we start, how about you roll onto your side facing away from me.” “Trudy, both thermometers, please, prepare one.” “Open,” the doctor said, Kim took the thermometer into her mouth. “Hold her open,” the doctor instructed. Trudy opened Kim’s anal cleft, the rectal thermometer slid in. “Three minutes,” Marge said, she stroked Kim’s slim flank, “Just relax Kimmie.” Ursula was appalled, she couldn’t believe she was seeing her mother having her temperature “that way,” and she realized she was watching a prelude of her own time on that table, she wanted to cry. “98.6 front door and 98.7 back, there is usually a small difference, the rectal is the more accurate but no infections are indicated, flop over onto your back and mount the stirrups, now I get to play with you.” “Ursula, first I’m going to do a visual examination, I’m looking for lesions, swelling, anything out of the ordinary and, queer as it may sound, I’m going to smell her.” Ursula watched as the doctor manipulated her Mother’s labia checking first then the other before spreading them exposing her vagina, urethra and clitoris, she checked each individually. “Now the internal exam,” she said as she gloved up. Her upper hand was on Kim’s abdomen while her gloved hand probed her internally. “I’m doing a more thorough examination of her ovaries and uterus, in a minute I’m gonna take a little Blowjobs sample and have a look, think you’d like to see what I see?” “Unh, can I?” She asked. “If it’s Ok with your Mom, sure, how about it Kim?” “I guess.” Once her digital examination was complete she asked Trudy for a speculum, she got it from under the heating pad and lubricated it. Marge inserted it, locked it into place them took something that resembled an oversized Q-Tip, swabbed Kim’s cervix and put the swab into a sterile tube for the lab. “Come, take a look Ursula. Marge used a small flashlight with an intense beam to illuminate Kim’s inner workings, they were all a pretty shade of pink. “Kinda like abstract art, isn’t it, maybe Jackson Pollock in his pink period, I think it’s so beautiful in it’s own way, I mean Ursula, there is the future of our species.” Ursula looked at her, “You really mean that, don’t you.” “You’re damned right I do, I think we’re creative enough as to make men superfluous.” “Sorry, I’m not a dyke, I don’t want that to happen, I kinda like guys.” “Ah shit, so do I or at least I did, It’s been over twenty years and I still reach over for my guy when I dream, maybe we aughta keep them.” Amy giggles and she holds it above my crotch and says "Lie still, don't make me hit you there" With a worried look on her face, she held onto me. “Come on, let’s get you out.” I Babes clung to her, as she helped me from the water and back to our towels. “Well,” he begun to explain. She then text Matt that she had hit the wrong number and would call him back soon. … Right now!” I liked Yavara; truly, I did. “So you feel bad about Big Tits it?” I asked, hopeful that we could begin to leave that event behind us. Tomas didn’t flinch. Blowjobs BDSM, remember. “I-I’ll think about it, mom.” I said quickly as I scooped up my backpack. To fill her. Spending time with them helped.