Dr. Margret Learns the Hard Way

"Blah blah blah, my friend Nancy got a new puppy, but she doesn't ever train her dogs so they're no fun to be around." She said, turning to reach for her tea. When she moved the right strap of her nightgown fell off her shoulder.

Jesus, she's perfect. What I wouldn't give to rip that nightgown of her right now and.... Shit, she's looking at me again.

"Blah blah and Connie and Mark are going on a vacation to Alaska. It seems too cold right now but I bet it's nice in the summer." She continued.

"Why didn't Pat come home?" I interrupted.

I'm not sure if it was frustration or boredom that made me ask but I'm certain I was tired of our routine.

"Huh? Why would you ask that?" She said, looking more hurt than shocked.

"I'm sorry," I told her. "You just always talk about other people, and I'd prefer to hear how you are doing."

"What? Why do you care?" She asked flatly, regaining her composer.

"Each night I've sat here listening to you talk about your friends and while I'm sure they're important to you I don't care about them."

"Well if you don't care what's going on in my life then I'll just shut up and go to bed." She said.

I guess she was waiting to for me to say something or explain myself but I didn't; my pride wouldn't allow it. Dr. Margret stared at me for a moment before standing up and stalking out the room.

It was unintentional but I enjoyed the quiet of the room. So rarely in my life is it quiet, the boat's generator is always running, people come in and out of my office, the kids are busy being kids, and women seem to like talking until they fall asleep, so I reveled in my moment of peace.

Taking a long pull on the cold glass of bourbon I let my body sink into the couch. The room was dark save for the lamplight and the leather sofa was cool. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the quiet.

CRASH came a sound from the back of the house.

Dr. Margret's bedroom is in the back of the house behind a small home office and I ran in expecting to find her in a puddle but she wasn't in there. The master bath was on the left just before getting to the bedroom and the door was shut with the light on.

"Margret?" I asked, knocking on her bathroom door.

"Go away! I'm fine." She said from inside.

I've been around enough to know "I'm fine" is women code for "I'm not okay because of something you've done." It's a tricky thing to deal with. I'm sure out there is an understanding and sensitive man that knows just the right words to find out what's going on but I'm not him. The best I can do is be helpful until she talks.

I opened the door to find her still in her nightgown leaning against a full bathtub soaking wet from head to toe.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I said I'm fine, now go away." She repeated without looking up at me.

There was a bottle of shampoo floating in the tub and I assumed when she'd reached up to the shower caddy she'd slipped.

"Come on. Let me help you up." I said kneeling down to lift her up. Her nightgown was still on but the water made it transparent and the cool bathroom air hardened her nipples. My only thought might have been to help but the sight of her was arousing.

"NO!!" She said raising her voice and tried to shake my hand free.

I grabbed her by the wrist and cupped her chin with my right hand turning her to look at me.

"Don't be stupid. Just because I help doesn't mean you're not capable, it just means I want to help." I said not taking my eyes off hers. It was a challenge I had no intention of losing.

She looked down again and let me lift her back to her feet.

Because of her broken collarbone, she couldn't lift her arm, so I pulled one strap off her shoulder and then the other before slowly working it down her body. Margret took a sharp breath when I'd exposed her breasts. I continued pulling the gown off and let her step out before tossing it at the hamper.

Margret's plain cotton panties that were only wet on top. However, I could make out the perfect triangle of pubic hair pressed against the fabric.

Keeping my eyes glued to the floor I pulled off her panties. I knew the sight of her fully nude was the end of my self-control and still, my hands shook with restraint as my heart raced. She stepped one foot out and then the other.

I put an arm under her knees and one behind her back lifting her off the floor and gently into the tub. I had to look down to put her in the water and my heart hammered in my chest at the sight of her. The rush of blood made face flushed and I became hot.

"Thank you, John." She said grabbing my forearm and looking up at me.

I didn't say anything; I reached down into the water supporting myself on the bottom of the tub before leaning down and kissing her on the lips. Margret opened her mouth with mine, our tongues exploring each other.

The edge of the tub was hard and I cradled the back of her head while we kissed. I'd never kissed Margret beyond a peck and indulged at the feeling of her mouth against mine, pausing only to take a breath.

Below the warm water, I put my hand on the curve of her hip. She grabbed me, breaking from our kiss.

"If you stay, you have to be gentle. I feel like one big bruise." She said, chuckling to herself.

I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips as I moved my hand slowly through the hot water, gliding along the contours of her stomach and to her breast. I let my fingers move softly over her nipple, pressing lightly when my thumb passed. Margret closed her eyes at my touch.

She took a deep breath before opening her eyes again.

"Hand me shampoo bottle, please." She told me, pointing with her good arm.

I was taken off guard by the change of direction, but she just looked up and smiled at me. For the first time in the history of knowing Dr. Margret, her smile was genuine.

"I really did come in here to take a bath," She said still smiling. "but I'd like it if you helped."

I found myself smiling back at her before turning to get the shampoo.

Margret lowered her head into the water and I filled my hands with the shampoo working it into her wet hair and helped rinse it out when she lowered her head back into the water.

Lifting her head back up I pulled her to me, kissing her again. Holding the back of her head with one hand I put the other behind her back drawing her against me. I didn't care that my clothes got soaked as we pressed together. The feeling of her kiss was surprisingly natural and I lowered my head to kiss her neck.

I kissed softly at first, brushing my tongue behind her earlobe before moving down her neckline. She arched her neck and moaned before interrupting me again.

"Would you hand me the soap please?" She asked.

"You're killing me. You know that right." I told her. Every part of me ached to be with her.

"You said you wanted to help." She said clearly enjoying herself.

I pulled down a small loofah and filled it with soap. I was gentle but thorough, starting at her neck and moving to her shoulders. I washed her arms and back before moving to her chest and down to her stomach. I used my free hand to rinse the soap, cupping water and pouring it over her neck and shoulders, before running it down her breast just behind where the sponge had been.

Margret didn't stop me when I ran my hand over her breast squeezing tightly. The feeling of her wet skin against my fingertips caused my growing erection to harden into steel. Margret grabbed my hand with the sponge and filled it again with soap before lifting a foot out of the water.

Feverish with desire I complied, moving the sponge across the top of her foot and making her jerk back when I scrubbed the bottom.

I lifted her leg, lathering soap down her shin and up her calf. Massaging with long strokes I used the back of my hand to loosen her calf muscles.

"That feels amazing." She said and leaned back in the water.

I moved to her other leg, again massaging until the muscles relaxed before working on her thighs. Her thighs were just as tight and I rubbed again pressing the heel of my hand up her leg with long motions. From her knee to her hip I rubbed, working one leg at a time, losing myself in the task of untying stress.

The muscles began to relax and as I began using my thumbs, I was thrown back into my feverish desire when my finger grazed the outside of her pussy. My heart began a solid drum beat I was sure she could hear and when my hand moved back up her leg I touched her again.

I drew my hand up her thigh and between her legs, pressing my finger between her lips. Margret's legs parted slightly at my touch and even through the water, I felt her getting wet.

Gently massaging her clit with small circles I bent, kissing her passionately. I turned her head slightly and began kissing her neck as I pressed a finger inside her, working slowly. Margret's hand on my back held us together.

"Okay, okay." She said between heavy breaths. "Help me up."

I stopped and in one fluid motion lifted her out of the tub the same way I put her in. She was standing nude on the bathroom rug and it took me a second to realize she needed a towel.

Placing the towel around her back I lifted it to her head, drying her hair before moving it down to her shoulders. My heart was still pounding and my face was red hot as I moved the towel down her body making sure I missed nothing.

Kneeling at her feet I reached my hands around her the back of her legs feeling the top of her ass before pulling her to me and kissing the crease of her pussy.

Everything about Margret was intoxicating, her look, her feel, her smell. When I kissed again she spread her legs allowing me to kiss deeper. Margret lifted her foot on the edge of the tub and grabbed the curtain rod to balance.

I put her leg on my shoulder kissing up her thighs, left then right, before moving my mouth between her legs and licking her pussy. My tongue was flat, pressing against both lips then drawing back curling it up against her clit. I devoured her; spreading her lips with my tongue and licking her, over and over.

I put one finger inside her and then the other, forcing them deep with each stroke and licking her pussy faster and faster. Margret tightened against my fingers and her breaths became heavier until she reached down grabbing the back of my head pressing it hard between her legs.

"Don't stop." She commanded.

With her hips rocked into me, her legs were squeezing my head until I could barely reach her with my tongue. I brushed her clit as I continued licking using just the tip of my tongue to draw down and back up.

Margret let out a long heaving breath and released the grip on my head, lowering her leg back to the ground.

"Take me to bed." She told me breathlessly.

Lifting her into my arms I carried her to bed.

Dr. Margret's bedroom was not overly decorated or plush. She had a couple of Audubon bird prints on the wall and her degree in a frame but that was it for pictures. The floor was the same wood flooring that ran through the rest of the house and there was one tall chest of drawers and a full-length mirror on opposite ends of the room.

Margret's bed against the left wall was the focal point of the room. A 4 post mahogany bed frame supported a queen sized mattress that sat abnormally high off the floor. There were only 2 pillows on the teal comforter, neither of which I moved when I laid her down.

The house might have been cold but the fire she started had me close to sweating. With Margret safely on the bed, I took off my shirt and began unbuttoning my pants.

"Wait. Let me." She said sliding her legs off the bed until she was kneeling in front of me.

I was curious how she intended to do that with one arm but remained silent.

Margret put the top of my pants in her mouth allowing her to undo the button and then unzip them with her free hand. Her breath against my exposed dick caused it to throb with anticipation, but she didn't put me in her mouth.

Margret stood and slid back on the bed, lying on her back, open to me.

I crawled over her like a predator.

"Be easy, remember." She said placing her hand lightly on my chest.

I took her hand, holding it over her head and bent to kiss her again. When our lips met she spread her legs allowing me to lower myself on top of her. I didn't need to hold my cock, she had me rock hard and I could feel her warm nectar inviting me inside.

Pressing my cock inside her, Margret wasn't tight or dry. I could feel with perfect detail every inch of her as I went deeper, stretching her open until I was all the way in. The flood of ecstasy was overwhelming and I moved slowly.

I pulled all the way out, kissing her neck before pressing back deep inside her again. I could feel the opening of her pussy against the base of my cock and I pulled back again.

Margret moaned softly with each penetration and I began to increase my pace.

With one hand keeping her arm pinned above her head I grabbed her breast with my free hand, squeezing firmly and pressing it into her body. I bit her neck; Margret's nipple stood proudly below my palm and I squeezed again, pressing my cock fully into her.

"Uhhh." She cried but didn't stop me.

My pace became faster and I would pull almost all the way out before driving back into her, forcing her hips into the mattress. Each time I pressed into her, she lifted her hips to meet me and our bodies joined from hip to chest with every penetration.

I let go of Margret's hand and held my weight off her, using my whole body to drive cock inside her. Margret's hand ran down my back and to my ass pulling me into her. Each thrust was hard and deep, going fully inside her each time. Her head and breasts rocking back from the force; soon she was holding me tighter, keeping me from pulling out too far.

Margret's hand that was normally in a sling grabbed my forearm in a vice grip as she threw her hips hard into me; grunting, forcing us together with her hand on my ass and controlling the pace with her hips.

I felt her pussy tighten and her fingernails dug trenches into my flesh as she held me inside her. Unable to pull out I kept fucking, feeling my cock move slightly deeper with each thrust.

Margret bit her lip and I felt her whole body flex and tighten against me. I could feel her legs on the outside of mine, her hand on the cheek of my ass, her belly pressed against me and her chest against mine. The velvet grip of her pussy touching every nerve until it was more than I could stand. I exploded.

To say I had an orgasm wouldn't do it justice. It felt like my very soul was sucked from my toes to the top of my head and into her. I thrust again, and again her body drew more from me.

I didn't pull out, instead, I leaned down and kissed her. Her mouth opened to my touch and we kissed.

When Margret's body relaxed I rested my weight on my elbows.

"I told you you're amazing," I said looking down at her.

I was still inside her, unwilling to release the feeling of her surrounding me.

"I'm glad you came to check on me." She said, running her hand down my back.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" I asked.

"No, it was perfect." She told me and kissed me again.

I leaned down hugging her tight before finally pulling out and laying on my back to catch my breath. We pulled the blankets down and straightened ourselves in bed. Margret grabbed my arm and rolled on her side away from me, pulling me against her in the process.

I just held her, both of us naked and sticky from sex we laid together until we fell asleep.

Ch. 15

The smell of bacon and fresh coffee woke me up. I would have been happy to stay in bed all day, I still felt drained, but I got up anyway.

We had a nice breakfast and for the first time, I enjoyed our conversation. Margret talked about herself instead of her friends and even asked a little about my work. After breakfast, Margret gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to her room to get dressed. I couldn't take the smile off my face and decided to take the day off.

It's a strange thing taking a day off when you're the boss because there's nobody to answer to so I called our dispatchers and told them if anyone needs me to call my cell. After cleaning the kitchen I figured it was time to find out what was wrong with Dr. Margret's car.

Halfway through changing the car's starter it dawned on me I'd just made love to my mother-in-law, and to top it off she was amazing. This was going to be a good week.

Finished with the starter I took a quick shower and jumped in my truck to go pick up some lunch when Sarah pulled up behind me in the driveway. She hopped out the car with a big smile and 2 plate lunches.

"I didn't know you were here." She told me, walking down the driveway. "I was going to surprise you this afternoon."

"Why wait? I'm surprised now." I told her, trying to wipe the shock off my face.

After my night with Margret seeing Sarah was like a bucket of ice water ripping me from a dream.

I gave my wife a hug and took the lunches from her hand.

"That's not Silver Moon Cafe in there is it?" I said staring into the bag.

"You know it is." She told me bumping me with her hip.

"I think we should hide in the backyard and eat these." I old her with a conspiratorial grin.

Silver Moon Cafe was a soul food restaurant just outside of Houma and there was no menu, in fact, there really wasn't a restaurant. What there was was a house where you got to eat whatever Mama Pat was cooking for lunch that day; she would either fix it to-go or you could sit in the living room and eat. It was the best food you'll ever find.

"Neither of those are for you, greedy," Sarah said, snatching the lunches from my hand as we walked into the house.

Dr. Margret was in the kitchen when we walked in.

"That was fast..." She said, cutting herself off when she saw Sarah.

"Hey mom, I got a sitter for the night so I decided to surprise y'all and brought you some lunch," Sarah told her as she took off her shoes.

"Excuse me." Dr. Margret told us and walked out the kitchen to the back of the house.

"You get to stay all night?" I asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

"Yep, unless you don't want me to. That is." She told me smiling.

"Hell no. I love it." I told her, letting go of my other plans for the night.

Dr. Margret had pulled out 2 plates and silverware for lunch.

"This looks nice," Sarah said, grabbing one of the plates. "I guess you took off work today?"

"I did. It's not busy and I was able to get your mom's car running again." I told her, hoping she planned to share her lunch with me.

Sarah had laid out a big bowl of red beans and rice, a plate of smothered fried chicken, and 2 giant chunks of cornbread when Dr. Margret walked back in.

"Mom, I got you..." Sarah began but Dr. Margret cut her off.

"I've got some Clinics I need to catch up on at the hospital." She told us, grabbing her keys, and left.

Ch. 16

"Is everything okay John?" Sarah asked, confused about her mother's sudden departure.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Well it just seems like she was ready to eat here, and suddenly she left. Is she mad at me?" Sarah sounded hurt.

"Baby the last thing I'll pretend to understand is your mother," I told her, reaching up to grab some cups.

"Oh well, at least now you get to have lunch too." She told me smiling and taking the plates into the dining room.

Sarah and I had a great lunch. I love hanging out with my wife and there's nobody better in the world to talk to.

After our first baby, Dr. Margret converted Sarah's old room into a hanging out room for the kids. The floor was carpeted and there was a futon facing a large TV. Sarah's old room was more comfortable than the living room and we found a movie to watch while we lounged.

I could remember when the room was Sarah's. Instead of watching the movie she laid her head on my lap while we pointed out where different things were, posters, pictures, nightstands, and lamps. This was the first place we'd had sex, and I pointed that out too. Terrible at it the first time Sarah suggested we try it again but when I mentioned her mother may come home she gave up the idea.