Finally, frustrated, Karen got to her feet. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to bed, Richard. Turn off the lights when you finish here, okay?"

In her room, undressed and lying on her bed naked, she stared at the ceiling, wondering what in the hell was wrong with her son. She had given him a very good fucking, yet he seemed afraid to come to her for more. The only thing she could do now was grab his cock and tell him bluntly she wanted more of it. Of course, she would walk around naked, finger-fucking herself. Maybe he would do something then.

It was a long time before she fell asleep.

Richard's appointment was for five in the afternoon. Karen noticed that her son was eager to go, and she could well understand. What bothered her, but only a little, was she knew that what Sissy had done with her son before was most certainly not part of any physical exam she had heard of.

Dressing for the appointment, Karen found herself becoming excited. The thought of watching Dr. Sissy Reed manipulate her son's balls and cock, making him come off again, excited her. Why should she would want to watch another woman fondle her son to climax, Karen wasn't sure. Yet she wanted to see it happen again. Maybe it was some medical, test. Karen knew little or nothing about medicine. But somehow she felt that Sissy Reed enjoyed manipulating her son that way, that it was not some test.

Karen wore a white cotton blouse, her tits naked with her nipples thrusting out, a pale green skirt with a long slit up the left thigh, a pair of thin, frilly panties with nylons and garter belt, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. She appeared mouth-wateringly beautiful. On the way to Richard's appointment, they remained silent in the car, yet there was unmistakable tension.