Miracle Cream Ch. 02a

"Ah, man, you must've really drawn the short straw, huh?" the doctor said, hiding that he had been planning on trying to seduce Celeste to his bed.

"Tell me about it," Cory groaned.

"Do you have your primary physician's email?" the man asked, closing Cory's file and tucking it beneath his arm. Quickly scribbling down the email address for their family doctor on his prescription pad. "I'll have Cory's file emailed to your doctor by the end of my shift. I would suspect your doctor will want to see Cory whenever you return home so he or she can do their own work up and check on his healing. I'll go start his discharge papers."

"What's his deal?" Jairo whispered low.

"Oh, he's been checking out Mom like crazy, I think you know what I mean," Cory said truthfully, smacking his lips, rolling his tongue in his mouth at how strange it felt.

Jairo looked over at his wife who just shrugged her shoulders like it wasn't anything new. "Want to go scratch that one off the list?" Jairo whispered into his wife's ear. Knowing she's always wanted to fuck a doctor.

"Here?! Now?" Celeste replied in the same low tone. Seeing Cory starting to fall back asleep.

"Go," flicking his hand at her, "isn't like I'm going anywhere at the moment," Cory mumbled before slipping back into his fog of haze and then sleep altogether.

Twenty minutes later Celeste could be seen slipping out of one of the empty patient rooms with Jairo right behind her after she had thanked the good doctor for taking care of her son. Which she left panting for breath as he rested against the bed. Glad she always had a roll of condoms on her for this very reason. Although, it wasn't as great as she thought it would be. She even said so as she snuggled up to her husband when they ambled back down to the floor Cory was on. It did, however, relieve some of the stress she had been feeling since last night.

"I want to talk to you about something," Jairo said, as the doors of the elevator rolled closed.

"I don't know Jairo; do you really think he'll go for it?" Celeste asked, once they stepped out of the cab.

"We won't know unless we ask," Jairo said, as he held his wife close as they walked towards their son's room. A smile formed on his lips as he noticed his son sleeping peacefully. His mind flashing back to when Cory was six, and he would find himself standing in his son's bedroom doorway just watching his son dreaming his little dreams. He knew how close they came to losing him last night. He was determined to at least fix some of the problems between them before that ever happened again. He didn't want to go to his grave knowing he and his son were still at odds with one another.

"He's so peaceful," Celeste sighed in a loving tone. As she watched the gentle rise and fall of her son's chest. Five minutes later a nurse knocked on the door and pushed a wheelchair into the room as per the rules of the hospital. "Cory? Cory, wake up," she said sweetly into her son's ear.

"Five more minutes," Cory mumbled.

"It's time to go, son, the hospital is releasing you," Celeste said, with a gentle shake of his right shoulder.

"So did the doctor ring the bell?" Cory asked, in a lazily, groggy drawl.

"I wouldn't put it like that," Celeste replied trying not to smile. She knew it was the drugs influence that they were conversing like this. Where they were actually talking like mother and child. How she loved it! "It was... adequate."

"That doesn't sound good, does it sound good?" Cory asked, looking at his father as Jairo and Celeste helped him to the wheelchair.

"No, it doesn't," Jairo agreed.

"Guess dear ol' dad is just going to have to step up, huh?" Cory chuckled more so to himself than the two of them.

"I had planned on it," Jairo said, flashing his wife a smile who was blushing madly at how the two of them were talking.

"Good... because I don't think I'd..." Instantly falling back asleep the moment they got him into the wheelchair.

"I got ya, buddy," Jairo said, lifting his son's legs by his knees and lowering the foot rests down before resting Cory's feet lightly upon them.

Cory jolted awake as they pushed him into the elevator. "Where's Pixie, Zoe, and Dayana?" he asked, finally.

"They went shopping," Celeste said, resting her hand on Cory's left shoulder as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor. "You were pretty out of it, so they decided to hit the shops so they could be back when you got back to the beach house."

"Sorry, didn't mean to ruin your vacation..."

"Our vacation, Cory, ours," Jairo said, in a fatherly voice as he stood behind Cory. "Plus, who said anything about it being ruined? You took on three men, who had very wicked plans and you didn't give in. I'm proud of you," he whispered into his son's hair. Keeping the fact that he knew the real reason he did to himself.

"Can I get a lobster suit?" Cory asked in his drug induced high.

"Not a chance," Celeste said, fighting back her laughter at the pout Cory was doing.

"Spoilsports."

"I'll get the Explore," Celeste said, taking the keys from Jairo.

"Something the matter son?" Jairo asked, watching Cory tilting his head to the side as Celeste walked off.

"Does she do that on purpose?" Cory asked, aloud, when in reality it was meant to be in his head.

"Yeah," his eyes falling on where his son was looking, "she likes to tease a lot," Jairo said, watching the sway of his wife's ass. Winking at Celeste when she glanced back only to see that smile widening when she noted where their son was starring.

"Like for everyone?"

"Nah, just those she wants to... fuck," Jairo said, his own smile lifting the corners of his lips at his son's chuckle at his use of the word fuck. "Can I ask you something, Cory?"

"Hmm?" Cory hummed.

"Why did you sleep with Zoe?"

"To help her get back at her cheating ex, and so that he would leave her alone, which he isn't. He just won't take that their over," Cory said, looking up when Jairo squeezed his shoulder.

"And have you been with Dayana?"

"Yeah," Cory admitted.

"Why?"

"Because she's never had an orgasm before. At least not during sex or that's what she told me."

"Really?!" Jairo said, flabbergasted. He just couldn't believe his eldest never had an orgasm before. "Damn, didn't know there were such lame ass fucks out there."

"Happens, I guess," Cory shrugged his shoulders.

"Did you at least give her what she needed? Good, at least someone finally did," Jairo said, in a proud fatherly voice when Cory nodded. "You all set?" he asked, when he got Cory situated in the rear passenger captain seat and buckled in.

"Can you like help me lean this back a little bit?" Cory asked, fighting himself from falling asleep.

"Sure son, that where you want it?" Jairo asked, once Cory was reclining in his seat.

"Thanks," Cory nodded.

"No problem, Cory," Jairo said, lightly patting Cory's knee. "I'm going to return this; I won't be long."

"Okay, honey," Celeste answered, blowing her husband a kiss.

"Mom?"

"What is it baby?" Celeste asked, peering behind her.

"Anyone tell you, you're a tease?"

"You're father quite a lot, why?"

"Because you got a nice ass..." Grumbling when his snake was being bunched up in his pants.

"Thank you, honey. I'm glad you think so. Something wrong?" Celeste asked, climbing out of her seat and into the back.

"Can you like reach in there and straighten it out, it's kind of bunched up."

"Sure, honey," Celeste said, smiling proudly knowing he was getting hard because of her. "Cory?" she uttered softly as her hand took hold of his hardening cock and pulling it down his leg.

"Hmm?" He sighed when the pain faded.

"Do you really like the way my ass looks?" Celeste asked, gently stroking him off.

"Yeah, I like watching it bounce," Cory yawned as the pills began to send him back to sleep.

"Lift your left leg, Cory," Celeste ordered to which her son complied. Her green eyes peered up at her son as she sucked him off after she had pushed the leg of his shorts up as far as it would go, hearing the passenger door open then close then the driver side door open and Jairo climbed into the driver's seat. "Sorry, honey, Cory..."

"It's fine, honey, I know what your fetish does to you," Jairo said, peering around the seat. "I know you won't ever pass that up. You just finish up and I'll drive as carefully as I can. But I want road head too, Cory can't be the only one. That's just mean," he stated in a teasing manner, chuckling inwardly when Celeste stuck her tongue out at him.

How Celeste pleasured her son's rod. The man that withstood such an attack on his body to keep his sisters safe. She had been so damn wrong. Her son was a man. She just wished she had seen it earlier. Yet wishing for things, doesn't change what happened in the past. All she could do was make sure she didn't make the same mistakes again. Her green eyes glanced up hearing that telltale moan of his. She knew it anywhere; Cory no longer needed to tell her when he was about to cum. Elation flooded her eyes as her son's hot spunk erupted into her ravenous mouth.

"You rest now baby, we'll be there soon," Celeste said sweetly, placing a kiss on the crown of his rod before pulling down the leg of his shorts. Climbing into the passenger seat, reaching over sliding her hand into Jairo's. Gently squeezing each other's hands silently telling each other they were going to make this right one way or another.

To Be Continued...