"Well, bring him in and let's check him over, Joan…"

Joan was embarrassed for her son when he stood and his cock bulged out in hardness. But Doctor Nancy smiled and stepped aside to allow them into her office. Billy jumped up on the examination table as usual, knees apart, feet swinging.

"Now, Billy," Doctor Nancy said. "You know better than this. You always undress first."

Grinning, Billy removed his shirt, then jumped to the floor and slipped his pants down, taking them from his feet. He wore Jockey shorts, and his cock strained at the white fabric. He showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

Doctor Nancy grinned, then said to Joan: "Maybe it would be best if you waited outside, Joan. Billy is getting big, it seems, and we don't want to embarrass him."

Joan had been gazing at her son's cock as it pressed against his shorts. A small tremor went through her. She turned and walked back into the waiting room, taking her same seat. The girl was still filing at her nails, still with her knees apart, still exposing the tight crotch of her panties.

Now the girl smiled at Joan.

Joan smiled back, a bit nervously. The girl began to swing her knees, never closing them completely. Joan's eyes burned between those creamy thighs, and she swallowed, the sound seeming awfully loud in the small waiting room.

The girl stood and went to the door, turning the lock. "If I don't lock the door after hours," the girl said, "we get people trying to come in."

She went back to her desk, again opening her legs. Only this time she didn't file her nails. She stared at Joan, running her tongue suggestively over her lips.

"Your son had a hard-on," the girl whispered.

"What?" Joan asked, jumping from the bluntness of the words.

"I said, your son's cock was hard." "Oh! Oh, yes, I suppose it was." "Hey, come on," the girl grinned. "All the boys get a hard-on once in a while. It's no big deal."

Joan felt faint. Why was this girl talking to her this way? Why was she exposing her cunt this way? What was going on, anyway?