"Not in the derogatory sense," Karen went on. "He's all guy, but I think he loves me very much."

Richard looked up at his mother with a smile, then back to the doctor. "I'm always gonna be with my mom. I ain't never gonna leave her, like my dad did."

"Good!" Sissy exclaimed.

While Sissy continued the questions, Karen noticed the doctor's knees were parting. They moved slowly away from each other, as if Sissy was too absorbed to notice. Karen saw the creamy inner softness of the doctor's thighs, then noticed that her son was seeing it, too. Again, his hands were shoved between his thighs, but he was bold, never flinching his eyes from Sissy's slowly parting knees. Karen's breath caught when she saw the tight crotch of Sissy's panties. She wondered if she should let the woman know, since she was so preoccupied with her questions. Richard was answering in grunts now.

Sissy lowered one foot, the creamy smoothness of her thigh becoming more exposed. Then Sissy reached for something on her desk. Her thighs parted wide, and strands of her cunt hair flashed quickly. Karen heard her son make a stifled moan, and saw him press his wrists harder into his crotch.

"Okay, honey," Sissy said, sliding from the stool. "Hop up on the table. You know the routine by this time."

Karen was amused to see her son trying to conceal his bulging cock as he climbed onto the examining table. Usually Sissy asked for her help, but this time she unbuttoned Richard's shirt and removed it herself. Karen thought Sissy was caressing her son's bare chest more than examining it, but knowing nothing of medicine, she wasn't sure. When Sissy began listening to his chest, Karen noticed that the doctor was very slowly and lightly rubbing one of her tits against Richard's upper arm. She knew that was not part of an examination.

"Sounds great," Sissy announced, standing in front of Richard, lifting his arms. She put her hands on his shoulders. "Hold your arms toward me."