WICKed Hormones Ch. 14

When Karen made it back home after her run, she spotted Melissa's car parked along the curb beside her lawn. As she walked up her driveway, the lovely housewife waved at the young attorney still seated in her vehicle.

As soon as Ms. Turner got out of her car, Karen noticed that her friend was wearing a stylish blouse, heels, and a pencil skirt...evidently this was an official court visit. When she got closer, Karen called out, "Hi there! I wasn't expecting to see you today."

As Melissa grabbed her briefcase from the back seat, she replied, "I know, and I'm sorry for showing up so unannounced."

Karen waved her off, "Oh, don't be silly...you know you're welcome to stop by, anytime."

Melissa closed the car door and turned around. "Woah!" she remarked, as she took in the sight of the middle-aged mom. Karen wasn't wearing her usual conservative attire, and Melissa was caught off guard by the sexy vision standing up-close before her.

Seeing the look of astonishment on Melissa's face, Karen asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Uh...no!" Melissa replied, as she watched a bead of sweat roll down Karen's chest, and disappear into the deep cleavage created by her supportive sports bra. Looking back up into Karen's eyes, she added, "It's just that I'm not used to seeing you dressed in this fashion."

"Do you think it's too much?" Karen asked, now beginning to feel a little self-conscious about her choice of wardrobe. She twisted her hips, looked over her shoulder down at her butt, and added, "Or maybe too little, I should say."

Melissa put up her left hand and replied, "No! Don't say that." The young lawyer couldn't help but admire the juicy shape of Karen's fleshy, flared buttcheeks that were encased within her skin-tight yoga shorts. "I mean...you look good...really good!"

Karen smiled, "You think so?"

Melissa nodded and replied, "Oh yes...definitely." The young lawyer's eyes traveled up and down Karen's lusciously curvy body. "Honestly, Karen...you look absolutely fabulous!"

Karen's smile widened, "Awwww...thank you!!" She genuinely appreciated the compliments which she'd received from her husband and son, but to hear those same types of remarks from another woman, especially one so young and fit, was truly validating.

"You're welcome," Melissa responded. "It's easy to see that all your hard work's definitely paying off."

After wiping her brow with the back of her hand, Karen said, "Well, I've still got a ways to go, but I do feel like I'm on the right track." She then put her hands on her hips and continued, "But enough about me. I'm curious to know to what I owe this unexpected pleasure of your visit."

With her briefcase in hand, Melissa stepped in closer and said, "Well, I probably could have just called, but...I decided to take the rest of the day off so I could deliver this particular bit of news in person."

Karen's eyes went wide, "News?" She leaned in closer to the lawyer and asked cautiously, "Has there been a breakthrough regarding the case?"

Melissa nodded and replied, "Yes, there has." A smile crept over her face as she added, "And overall, I think you're going to be quite pleased with what I'm about to tell you."

Karen motioned towards the house and said, "Well then, let's go inside where we'll be more comfortable."

After seating themselves the kitchen table, Melissa proceeded to divulge the case's latest developments. Ms. Turner explained that Michael Grant and the state had reached a plea bargain in which he agreed to give up all information concerning the WICK-Tropin program, including an antidote that he promised (under penalty of perjury) would completely reverse the hormone's side effects. Despite his relatively lenient sentencing, the maverick doctor would lose his license to practice medicine of any sort for the rest of his life. The defendant would also be required to pay substantial restitution to all the patients who had participated in the program. On top of all these, he would also be required to give up the identities of all of his financial backers.

For the most part, Karen was delighted with the outcome. The only drawback was that Dr. Grant would not see any prison time as long as he made good on his promise to comply with the court's demands. This fact somewhat dampened Karen's spirits, but not enough to outweigh the joy of knowing that her son could soon be cured of his unfortunate affliction.

Karen couldn't help but smile. "I can't tell you how many times that I've prayed for this day and for how long...and now finally some good news has come. Thank you so much for all that you've done!"

Melissa reached across the table and grabbed Karen's hand, "You're most welcome. I only wish it could have been sooner."

After taking a drink of water, Karen replied, "I know that you did the best that you could. I'm just grateful that the finish line is finally in sight, and maybe this nightmare will all soon be over." Sitting back in her chair, Karen asked, "So, what happens next?"

Melissa shrugged, "Now we wait for the official documents of the plea agreement to be drawn up and processed through the court."

"How long will that take?" Karen asked.

"Probably a few weeks, or so," Melissa replied nonchalantly, before taking a sip of iced tea.

Karen huffed. "A few weeks? Why so long?"

Melissa chuckled, "Unfortunately, the wheels of justice sometimes don't turn as quickly as we'd like."

Karen cocked her head and asked, "Well, what about Dr. Grant? Where is he while we wait for justice to run its course?"

"He's still in jail," Melissa responded. "And since the judge has deemed him to be a flight risk, that's where he'll remain until after all legal proceedings have been processed and finalized."

"Then what?" Karen inquired.

Melissa replied, "After that, he'll go into the witness protection program and disappear forever."

Karen scoffed, "Witness protection?" She threw up her hand and added, "Oh, that's great! You mean he gets off scot-free and starts a whole new life, fully paid for by the hard-working taxpayers?"

Melissa nodded, "Unfortunately...yes." The young lawyer noticed Karen's frustration. "It was all part of the plea bargain because once he gives up the names of his financial backers, many bad men will come looking for him. His life has basically become forfeit. I can't divulge everything, as now we're venturing into the territory of 'national security', but Dr. Grant has now essentially become an intelligence asset and informant of the government. He's had dealings with rogue elements and shady biolabs in Eastern Europe and the Middle East, and as you know, with all the wars going on there right now..." Gesturing with her hand, Melissa indicated that she couldn't reveal more.

With venom in her voice, Karen responded, "He should've thought about all that before he conducted these evil experiments on innocent people...especially my son!" In frustration, the irate mother sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. She knew it was not a proper way for a Christian woman to think, but this mama bear was easy to rile up when it came to protecting her cubs.

With a calming tone, Melissa spoke, "I know that you're upset, and you have every right to be, but you need to focus on the positives. First, of all...this jerk will never be in a position to do this to anyone else ever again. He'll also have to live the rest of his life continuously looking over his shoulder and never feeling safe or secure." She leaned forward and continued, "Plus, you have to remember...he's agreed to turn over the antidote that will promise to reverse the effects. After all, that's the most important thing...helping Jake...right?"

As Karen continued to fume, she stared at a photo held onto the refrigerator by a magnet. It was a snapshot of her family taken a few years before at Disney World, in Orlando. Seeing her family's smiling faces in the picture helped Karen to realize that Melissa was correct. The most important thing was to get the antidote from Dr. Grant and finally cure her son so that life could go back to normal.

Turning her eyes back to Melissa, Karen sighed, "You're right. You're absolutely right ...I should let God, or the universe, deal with that slimy scumbag." After uncrossing her arms, she added, "My main concern now is Jake's well-being."

Melissa nodded with a smile. "How is Jake, by the way?" Melissa asked with curiosity before taking another sip of her cold beverage.

Karen nodded. "Other than the obvious, he's good." She smiled, then added, "He's got himself a little girlfriend."

Melissa's eyes went wide, "A...a girlfriend?"

"Well..." Karen corrected herself. "Jake says that she's not his girlfriend...yet. However, they have been spending a good amount of time together over the past few weeks. It may not be official, but things seem to be headed in that direction."

Melissa grinned and said, "Well, good for him!" Her smile faded when she asked, "Does she know anything about his, umm...?"

Karen shook her head, "No...thank Heavens! And that's a good thing since her mother, Donna, is one of my close friends, and her husband just happens to be the pastor of our church."

Melissa giggled, "Hold on a second...he's dating a preacher's daughter?"

Karen nodded in affirmation.

Melissa's giggle turned into full-blown laughter. "Oh, my goodness...what a scandal that could cause!"

"Tell me about it," Karen replied. "That's why I so badly want Dr. Grant to give up the antidote as soon as possible. We've done a good job so far of hiding his condition, but with Jake and Sara spending more and more time together, I fear it's just a matter of time before our luck runs out."

Leaning forward in her chair, Melissa asked, "So...I assume you've been continuing to 'help' Jake, as before?"

Even though it wasn't a secret that Karen kept from Melissa, the middle-aged mother couldn't help but blush as she answered, "Yes...it's the only way to keep his affliction under wraps until he can get the treatment that he needs and finally be rid of that...abomination." The mere mention of her son's 'abomination' suddenly caused a flutter to take place deep in Karen's vagina.

At that exact moment, Melissa's mind suddenly drifted, and she began imagining illicit scenes of Karen and Jacob together. The young lawyer could feel her heart skip a beat at the thought of the conservative mom committing sinful and immoral acts with her teenaged son. Even though Karen's motives and actions were done out of as sense of sacrifice and motherly duty, the unholy images now flooding Melissa's brain caused her pussy to moisten and ignited her own salacious desires.

After taking another sip of iced tea, Melissa replied, "Well, hopefully, you won't have to wait much longer, and we can put an end to this madness once and for all."

With a sigh, Karen commented, "From your lips to God's ears, I pray for it to be so."

As she gazed at the middle-aged MILF sitting across the table from her, Melissa could feel the embers of her arousal growing hotter. With a devious motive in mind, the young attorney decided to steer their conversation elsewhere. "By the way...how was your run earlier?"

Nodding, Karen said, "Pretty good, if I do say so." She then looked down at the Fitbit attached to her left wrist and added, "I actually shaved another two minutes off my previous time."

Arching her brow, Melissa replied, "Wow...that's pretty impressive!" She then joked, "Planning to participate in the Boston Marathon?"

Karen scoffed, "Yeah, right! You're hilarious, you know that?" After a sip of water, she added, "Seriously though, I'd be happy just to drop a few more extra pounds."

Shaking her head, Melissa replied, "I don't think that's necessary, Karen. I was honest about what I said earlier...you look fantastic!"

Karen couldn't help but smile, "Awwww! That's so sweet of you to say, but believe me...I still have a ways to go yet before I reach my personal goal." With a grimace, the beautiful housewife added, "I just wished getting into shape didn't hurt so much."

Melissa chuckled, "Let me guess...sore glutes and hamstrings?"

Karen gave an affirmative nod.

"Did you remember to stretch before running this time?" Melissa inquired, with a motherly tone.

Karen nodded again. "Yes, I did, but... perhaps I didn't stretch enough."

After a sigh, Melissa said, "Okay...you know what that means."

"No...what does that mean?" Karen replied, somewhat confused.

Melissa stood up and added, "It means that you need another one of my signature deep-tissue massages!"

With a weak smile and waving her hand, Karen replied, "Oh Melissa...thank you, but that...that really isn't necessary!"

Putting a hand on her hip, Melissa countered sternly, "Yes, it is. A thorough rubdown will greatly reduce muscle pain and speed up your recovery. If I recall correctly, you said it had been a big help last time."

Karen's thoughts returned to the previous week. She had to agree...Melissa's talented hands had worked wonders on her aching muscles and brought her incredible relief. However, the lovely housewife also distinctly remembered how the 'thorough rubdown' had quickly been derailed from a simple, therapeutic massage and started her down a path toward wickedness and decadent immorality.

"Well...am I right?" Melissa inquired, when her friend didn't reply.

Karen snapped out of her daydream. She looked up at Melissa, nodded in agreement, and replied softly, "Yes...you're right...it had been a tremendous help."

"Okay then...so what's the problem?" Melissa asked.

"Well, for starters..." Karen held out her right hand toward Melissa. "It's evident by how you're so nicely dressed, you hadn't come here today with doing that in mind."

Melissa shrugged her shoulders. "So? I've got nothing else planned for the rest of the day...do you?"

Karen replied hesitantly, "Well...no, not really, but..." She then looked down at herself and added, "I'm still dirty and sweaty from my run earlier. I'm pretty sure I smell awfully ripe right about now!"

Melissa picked up her glass, walked around to Karen's side of the table, and replied, "If it bothers you so much, just go take a shower." She put a hand on her hip and continued, "Besides...as I seem to recall, last time we'd been rudely interrupted before we had a chance to finish. I seriously believe you'd find it very beneficial to experience the complete massage." Before her friend could think up of another feeble excuse, Melissa leaned over and picked up Karen's water bottle. She said, "Now go on ahead and freshen up, while I take care of getting everything ready." Melissa then turned and walked over to the sink.

It was plain for Karen to see that the young attorney wouldn't accept 'No' for an answer. Seeing no way to win the argument or extricate herself from her predicament, Karen relented with a sigh and said, "Okay, counselor." She then stood up from the kitchen table, held up her hands in mock surrender and conceded, "I guess you win."

After placing the bottle and glass into the sink, Melissa turned to her friend and leaned back against the counter. With a cheeky grin, she replied, "More times than not, I do." With a giggle, she added, "Believe it or not, my poor Donnie never wins whenever we argue...even when I'm wrong!"

With a slight chuckle, Karen responded, "Oh, I can believe that!"

Melissa stepped forward and asked, "So, I take it we can use the guest bedroom the same as last time?"

Without thinking, Karen nodded and replied, "Umm...sure...I don't see why not." Suddenly, she remembered the last time that they'd been alone in the guest bedroom or, as Melissa referred to it, their 'cocoon'. The memory of the warm and cozy environment and the improper, yet heavenly, sensations brought on by the young attorney's talented hands caused Karen's stomach to flutter with nervous anticipation.

With a big smile, Melissa responded, "Great!" She moved closer to Karen and added, "Now, you go on upstairs and shower, while I get everything set up." She then started towards the back door, her heels clicking against the tiled kitchen floor as she walked.

"Where are you going?" Karen asked, a bit perplexed.

Before opening the door, Melissa stopped and turned back. "I'll be right back...I'm just going out to the car to get my gym bag."

Now more confused, Karen replied, "But you left all your things over here last week, remember?" She stepped towards Melissa and added, "You'll find everything safe and sound in the guest bedroom closet."

Melissa shook her head, "Not everything...there are still a few items in the bag from last time that I need to get."

"What kind of items?" Karen asked with a curious tone as she loosened her ponytail.

Smiling as she pulled open the door, Melissa responded, "Just something that will...enhance the overall experience of your massage." Seeing a slight look of bewilderment on her friend's face, the young lawyer added, "Trust me...you're gonna love it!"

A while later, Karen stood naked and freshly showered in front of the full-length mirror of her master bedroom. As she clipped her luscious brown hair up into a bun, the reflection of the woman which was staring back at her caused her to feel a strong sense of pride.

Karen turned and twisted her body to view herself from various angles. She couldn't help but appreciate the eye-catching curves of her hourglass figure. It reminded her of the voluptuous and beautiful starlets from a bygone era of classic Hollywood. Risking vanity, the usually humble middle-aged mother agreed with her younger friend's remarks from earlier...all of her hard work was definitely paying off, and she did indeed look fabulous.

Karen stepped over to the king-sized bed to find the old bra and panty set she had laid out earlier to wear for her massage session. As she picked up her conservative cotton underwear, Brenda's words suddenly came to mind. The week before, her baby sister had suggested that she should try to relax more and not be so rigid...at least while she navigated through this temporary period of (as Brenda put it) 'insanity'.

"Have some fun, you say?" Karen whispered, replying to Brenda's exact words. The memory from the previous week of sharing a bubble bath with her younger sister came to the forefront of her mind. She then remembered the unsolicited, yet very satisfying, orgasm that had been given to her by her naughty sibling. The flashback caused her nipples to harden and begin tingling instantly. After a few more seconds of contemplating Brenda's outrageous suggestion, the conservative mom relented with a heavy sigh, "Oh, why not!" Then she dropped her panties back onto the bed and picked up the nearby pink, satin robe.

After slipping her arms inside, Karen wrapped the silky garment around her shapely nude body and then tightly cinched it closed. As she left the bedroom and walked down the hall to join Melissa, Karen could feel her naked, unsupported breasts gently roll from side to side on her chest. Each step caused her sensitive nipples to scrape against the silky, soft material, sending tiny sparks of excitement down to her moistening vagina.

Upon entering the guest bedroom, Karen found the ambiance to be much the same as their previous session. Melissa had closed the blinds and drawn the curtains to block out the afternoon sun from outside. The flickering, warm glow of scented candles and the soft, soothing new-age music filtering throughout the room helped to complete the 'cocoon'-like environment.

"Well, there you are..." Melissa acknowledged her friend while unfolding a clean sheet and laying it out across the bed.

"Yep...here I am," Karen replied as she closed the door. After turning around, she quickly noticed that Melissa had changed outfits. No longer was she wearing her professional-looking blouse, skirt, and heels from earlier. Now, the young attorney was barefoot, with her long dark hair tied up in a ponytail and donning a skimpy, gray pair of Roadbox yoga shorts along with a matching sports bra.