Chapter 2: The Internist Is In
I brushed the sand gently off of Mary’s body and then summoned a surreptitious wind to help me comb the sand from her hair, extracting a shiver of delight from her.
We dressed quickly, walked around the house, and got into mi burro, my little beast of burden, a 1984 sand-brown Toyota Land Cruiser FJ45. It’s the uncommon pickup configuration of the FJ, which was perfect for my needs: half truck, half SUV. It wasn’t the most efficient or romantic way to get Mary and I out to our house, but it’d do nicely.
We said nothing to each other on the drive. I had nothing to say to reassure her, and she was probably nervous at taking this step. It wasn’t exactly incest, but sleeping with her son-in-law of only two weeks, with her husband’s and daughter’s explicit permission? Kinky at the least!
I just reached across the bench seat and stroked her thigh, and she held my hand there for a while, then turned it over and grasped it, letting go only when I needed to shift gears. It was sufficient communication for the moment.
Once at the house, as I was helping her out her door, Mary asked “We’re doing this inside?” when she saw where I’d parked.
“No, we’re only going through the house to get to the back yard. We’re picking right back up where we left off,” I informed her, leading her up the porch steps.
“Suits me,” she replied. “I’d feel awkward doing it in the bed you share with Kaitlyn. But why go through the house, then?”
“You’ll see,” I replied enigmatically.
I had a definite purpose in mind: not only did I not want to use my marriage bed for this task, I actually couldn’t. I needed access to the full scope of my power to pull off what I wanted to achieve here, and that meant being in nature, as pure as I could get it.
Our house sits on a smallish leveled portion of two acres of up-and-down terrain, so that no other houses can be built nearby. Although our land is only about 3 miles out of town proper along a fairly well-traveled road, it’s as effectively isolated as if it were surrounded by miles of trackless desert.
When a couple of nature mages have loving sexual intercourse in nature, as Kaitlyn and I now did regularly back here, they release a lot of inherently creative magical energy, so if it isn’t directed at any particular target, it just goes out spherically into the immediate environment, making it healthier. This explained Mary’s exclamation on seeing our back yard.
“It’s so green back here, Davie! It’s not like any garden I’ve ever been in, but you must be doing something special to get this much growth back here!”
“Indeed we have been. Kaitlyn and I have been working hard on it for months now.”
This was a circumlocutious way of admitting to screwing like rabbits in our back yard, but I wasn’t going to elaborate.
I added, “We don’t want a traditional American back yard with a lawn and poplar tree and a lattice fence, but we do enjoy having the area well-screened by the trees and bushes like this. And as you see, we also have a sandy relaxation area. We just use juniper trees and sagebrush as fencing.”
“I like it!” she said, smiling. “I see what you mean about going through the house to get into the back yard now: we would have gotten pretty badly scraped up getting back here through the trees and brush. I guess the sand keeps the center area from getting overgrown?”
“Yeah, just like a wash,” I agreed, turning from the scene toward Mary and suggesting with a quiet smile, “You’ll like it even better in your natural state.” I then led by example, she following closely after, blushing again when I expressed appreciation at seeing her new lacy teal underthings.
When we were once again naked together, I said, “Now, birthday girl in her birthday suit, where did we leave off?”
“You were winding me up, that’s where we were!” she said with some asperity.
“Did you want me to go back inside for some mineral oil, or did you want to move on to…other activities?” I asked solicitously.
She just pulled my head down into a kiss by way of answer.
I was kissing Kaitlyn’s mother! And she was good at it!
Mary was about two inches shorter than her daughter, considerably broader, and a lot rounder. She wasn’t fat, just matronly. I liked it, and I began to show it, releasing control over my erection, letting things proceed naturally.
“Ah, I was wondering when I’d see Little Davie’s inspiration again!” she said coyly. “I was beginning to think you had eyes only for Kaitlyn!”
“Mostly, I do, but also, I’ve learned a certain amount of self-control. It’s one of the reasons we thought we could do the naked massage thing without causing a scandal, before your husband talked us out of it.”
Mary said, “Local prudishness aside, I believe you might well have managed it. Your control will come in handy anyway with your clients potentially nude; wouldn’t do to show a, ah…”
“Stiffy?” I supplied.
“Ah, yes, that, through your working pants during a massage.” Then in a clear bid to get off the topic that was embarrassing her, she asked, “You plan to work here most of the time?” referring to the desert oasis we’d turned our back yard into.
“Yes, but really wherever the client prefers. Our main specialty will be outdoor massages in as close to pure nature as we can practically achieve, whether that’s here, out in the canyonlands, or even in their back yard. We’ll work indoors when circumstances or the client demands it, but we prefer natural settings.”
“And what we’re planning here and now, Davie…any of that in store in your therapy practice?” Mary asked tentatively.
“Kaitlyn and I have talked about it and set our bounds, but, well, let’s just say that we’ll need an awfully compelling reason to go this far with a client. One of the hurdles we set for ourselves is that the case be important enough to one of us to do the work for free for some reason. We don’t expect to ever be calling you from jail to bail us out on a solicitation charge.”
“That’s a relief,” Mary said.
Then, after a pause, she continued. “Now, to us. You know I’m post-menopausal, right?”
I nodded.
“And I know you’re clean, so you don’t need to go get any condoms.”
I knew this perfectly well from the inside out, but I just nodded again.
“Right!” Mary said decisively. “I’ve got me a rare slice of chocolate cake, and I just can’t wait any longer to take a bite!”
And with that, she bit me gently on the nipple!
“Yaaiiigh!” I said, half squirming away, half squirming in delight.
Recovering my equilibrium, I said, “No, ma’am. It’s me who’ll be doing the eating for a while here.” Then I lifted her up into my arms — I confess to drawing some power from Gaia to pull this off — and lay her gently on the ground, on her back. Then I spread her legs and knelt down between them, my butt in the air, my eyes intent on my target.
I licked her gently at the crease between thigh and groin, eliciting an “Aaah!” Then I did the other side, and then began kissing along her thighs, away from her crotch, just to tease her. Serves her right for that bite!
Seeing her getting annoyed at this, I kissed down her leg, pulled up her foot, and licked the sole, causing her to flinch away.
“That tickles!”
I held onto the foot, then kissed each toe in turn, looking straight into her eyes the whole time. Then I picked up the other foot and repeated my actions, getting a smaller flinch this time. Then I played my actions before in reverse, kissing slowly up her leg, returning to her crotch. I could feel her through Gaia: she was relaxing.
Mary wasn’t a mage and so could not slip into a Gaia bond with me, but I could feel her presence there. I didn’t have the same intimate melding feeling with her as with Kaitlyn, but I could tell what turned her on and what wasn’t working. I was reassured to know that I was going in the right direction.
I took a gravity assist trajectory around her mons pubis up onto her belly to continue the tease, then across to her opposite flank, up the flank, and over to that side’s breast, which I kissed all over, then licked the nipple. Then I leaned in and gave her a long deep mouth kiss, and went back down the other side, nipple to outer breast to flank to belly and back to the groin.
She was ready.
“Yeahhhh!” she yelled when I finally licked her clit, with just a light brush of my tongue. Then I went along the folds, spread her labia, and tongued her vestibule before returning to the clit. “Aaaaiigghhh!” she screamed in delight.
Through my Gaia sense, I tongued her into orgasmic ecstasy, causing her to clamp her thighs to the sides of my head, her hands clenched tightly in my hair, I riding the bucking of her hips like an expert rodeo cowboy.
When she’d cooled from her first orgasm, I said, “My turn lying down now. I want you to ride my face.”
She looked uncertain. “You…want that? It seems a bit subservient for a man…”
Mary was old-school.
I shook my head, explaining, “I’m actually being selfish: it frees up my hands so I can play with all the fun bits while taking care of business!”
Her eyes brightened in delight at that concept, then she got up and straddled my head and sunk down just low enough to give me access to her lovely labia once again.
I started out gently, building it up slowly while I stroked all along her body, which was well shy of Rubenesque, but also a long way away from my Kaitlyn’s taut bicyclist’s body. It was a wonderful change, and I reveled in the new feelings. I discovered that a love of roundness extends not just to breasts, buttocks, and hips, it also works for small rolls of flesh, the curves from flank down to thigh, the ephemeral cleavage between thigh and calf when a woman bends her knee.
My hands slowly and gently stroked Mary’s body: her buttocks, her flanks, her breasts, her thighs. At the same time, my tongue stroked her sexual core, her labia, her vaginal vestibule, her prepuce, her clit. My hands took breaks from stroking her skin to fingering her vagina, swapping places with my tongue and returning to their journey over her curvy body.
I pushed Mary to two more orgasms in that position, the third shouted joyously to the sky. Then I brought her down atop me gently for some soft kissing before I flipped her underneath me, my weight supported on my forearms, my stiff cock suspended above her fertile valley, and resumed kissing her long and gently, helping her to settle back down to earth.
As she regained the power of speech, she said, “I see why my daughter loves you, Davie.”
“I’m pretty sure she loves me for other things, Mama. Like this,” and I began sliding my cock into her sopping matronly passage, slowly and gently, even though she could accommodate my thick seven and a half inches easily enough after bearing four children the natural way. Kaitlyn hadn’t told me about that, but I saw no cesarean scarring. This tough woman had clearly done it the old fashioned way, and I honored her for it.
“Ooooh, Davie, I’ve been wanting that for so long!”
I pumped slowly and gently, letting her get used to the sensation, showing her every millimeter of my length, every inch of my girth.
“Ahhhh, that feels so niiiiice!”
“You feel wonderful too, Mrs. Gutierrez,” and I kissed her to stop any objection, because it was true. It was very different from Kaitlyn, but still very, very nice.
I began to increase my speed, feeling her desire through Gaia, adjusting my strokes based on those feelings, zeroing in precisely on what she wanted done most.
“Gaaaaaiiiggh!” she cried in her fourth orgasm of the afternoon, her vagina rhythmically clamping onto my cock.
I stopped my pumping through the hardest contractions, then slid it free as she calmed.
“I’ve never orgasmed purely vaginally like that, Davie! Don’t tell my husband, but thank you! Thank you!”
“Now that you know it’s possible, you tell him,” I suggested. “Feel the technique, and teach it to him.” And then I proceeded to repeat the feat, sending her on her fifth orgasmic ride a few minutes later.
“Omigodomiigodomigod! Ahhhhhh Daviiiiiiieeee!”
I rode through the orgasm, holding onto my own ejaculation with the power of Gaia. I’d have long since been lost in my own orgasm without it.
When Mary’d come down, I helped her back up into a kneeling position, this time over my cock, and had her sink down onto it in cowgirl position. “Am I going to send you over the edge with this, Davie? I don’t want this to end yet.”
I looked her straight in the eye and said levelly, “I can hold on.”
She looked skeptical, but she got right after it, driving herself to two more orgasms as my hands roamed her mature, well-exercised body.
After the second in that position, I could sense her reaching satiety, so I whispered, “I want to finish in doggy position.”
She gave a small shiver while still mounted on my cock in a kneeling pose, weight on my hips. “Ramón and I… We’ve never done it that way.” I let her think about it, then she said, “Oh, but I want to, Davie, I want to!”
Once she got into position, I began doing the real work, the task that had caused me to seduce her. I was going after that bastard of a lump on her pancreas. We were going to war, and I was determined to win it; for Kaitlyn’s sake foremost, then secondarily for Mary, and then for the rest of her family. I cared about all of them. Mary wouldn’t fall this way, not if I could help it.
I began pumping long and slow, squatting at her entrance rather than kneeling, so I had more control over my position and technique. It was more work, but no more so than in an uphill bicycle climb. I had to be very careful in how I built Mary to her eighth and final orgasm for the evening. I needed that release to be under my control, cresting when I needed it to, and to be very strong if this was going to work. I’d never done anything like this, and I was bound to be terrible at it this first time, so I decided I had to go for overwhelming force, since finesse was currently beyond my ability.
“Oh, Davie, oh Davie, oh Davie! That’s so nice. Keep it uuuup!”
I pumped with purpose, caressing her body all the while. At several points, I leaned forward entirely over her to kiss her neck, ears, and cheeks, then straightened to resume my careful varied stroking, working off of the feedback through Gaia to keep Mary from orgasming the eighth time this afternoon until I was ready for her to.
Every time I felt her push towards her climax, I pulled back and focused more on kissing than on stroking into her. A few times, I even pulled out to keep her from going over the edge.
“D-Davie, you naughty child! You’re teasing me, aren’t you‽” she accused during one lull.
“I am, and you’re loving it,” I said to her with an evil little grin, which she was staring at in consternation over her shoulder.
“Don’t make me spank you!” she threatened.
“Why, would you enjoy that, mama?” I returned cheekily. Then I gave her upturned buttocks a middling smack each.
“Grrrrr…”
“Ah, like mother like daughter. I can make her growl, too.” And then I punctuated that with a practiced series of strokes that pushed her right up to her limit and held her there. I was pretty sure where the lines were by now.
“Oh, dammit, dammit, dammit! Let me go!” She reached her hand down to rub herself, but I grabbed her wrist gently yet immovably in place, bare inches from her clit.
“Please let me do this my way, Mrs. Gutierrez. I promised to show you why Kaitlyn loves having sex with me. Hear me now: you haven’t seen it yet.”
She just stared over her shoulder at me in silence, then barked at me incredulously, “Are you utterly full of shit, or is your head just three sizes too big?”
I’d never heard her curse before this afternoon, but I took it as a good sign. I was getting to her.
I didn’t answer her question, just resumed stroking her, inside and out, my cock and hands performing a ballet with her body as the stage.
I varied my strokes and moved my attention around to excite her to further heights, each time letting it taper off before I began pushing again.
I edged her final orgasm that night for about an hour before I judged the tension to be sufficient to the task. I began stroking faster and releasing the holds I’d maintained on my own ejaculation, the internal part of my erection behind my balls as stiff and straight as a steel rod as I began to piston into Mary’s pleasure palace with purpose.
“Ah, ah, ahh, aaiiigh, yeah, yayaya, owowowow hah yeaeeeeaahhhhh! Aiiiiiiiggghhhhh!”
As Mary’s orgasm erupted, I let myself go as well, pumping my seed into her as I focused the magic of my orgasm straight at the tumor in as narrow a cone as I could manage, straight through her back into her pancreas. The tumor disappeared like an ice cube under a blowtorch!
It wasn’t an elegant working, but I’d fed Mary’s body all of the creative energy it required to convert the tumor into healthy pancreatic tissue under my mind’s direction. I didn’t have enough medical knowledge to go after her disease using her body’s own mechanisms, but I’d studied Kaitlyn’s pancreas with my magic, then my own, so I knew what ‘correct’ looked like. With that template in mind backed by that much power from Gaia, I returned her pancreas to as good as new.
Satisfied with my work, I slid myself around and under her, letting her collapse atop me in her exhaustion and fulfillment. She lay heavily upon my chest; it was a wonderful feeling, and I embraced her hard, our heads side by side, her exhausted pants in my ear.
Perhaps a minute later, she said, “I’m sorry, Davie.”
In a concerned tone I said. “For what, Mama Mary?”
“For calling you big-headed. That was in-blinking-credible!” Then she lifted her head and gave me a most satisfying deep-mouth kiss.
Then I broke the kiss and pecked her on the nose, extracting a squeal of delight. “You’re forgiven. So, will that satisfy you for a while? I think you’d have a much tougher time getting Ramón and Kaitlyn to let you have another slice of cake, particularly when it isn’t your birthday.”
“Oh, my… It might be worth asking anyway. I find that I really like chocolate cake. A lot!”
“Well, you three work it out amongst yourselves, okay? I’m no home-wrecker.”
“Me, either. I wish you and Kaitlyn very well, even if I am jealous.”
I kissed her again and said, “¡Feliz cumpleaños, María!”
We cuddled on the warm sand there in the cooling evening for a good long while, saying nothing more. I was enjoying it plenty, but I had an ulterior motive for cuddling with Mary: I spent part of the time healing the small injuries resulting from our actions: the irritation to her vaginal walls from all of the pounding, the tenderness in her labia, the abraded skin from the sand, even a touch of sunburn she’d caught from the lowering sun.
I broke the silence, asking, “How did you and Ramón meet?”
“High school. I was born in Boston, but we moved out here when I was a kid, my dad chasing a job in the mines they had here at the time. That fell through, but we kinda got stuck here.” She shrugged, then added, “It all worked out for the best.”
“It’s an amazing mix, what you two have produced,” referring partly to my Kaitlyn, but also to the rest of her varied children.
“Quite the mongrel family, aren’t we?”
“Spicy,” I suggested, and she laughed. “Speaking of,” I went on, “I’ve been wondering about your kids’ names, and I think I’ve got a solid guess: you got to name the girls, Ramón the boys.”
“You’ve got it. Vicente and Miguel are named after Ramón’s grandfathers, and my girls are each named after one of my favorite aunts as their first name, a childhood friend for their middle name. It was one of those little compromises we came to early in our marriage. You’ll learn about that, Davie-boy.”
“I’m learning about it already,” I informed her.
“Good. I’d be very sad if you two didn’t make it.”
Me, too, but I didn’t say that aloud. Instead I asked, “You’re sure this isn’t going to hurt what you and Ramón have, what we did here?”
“Yeah, Davie my boy, long as you don’t wave it in his face or force him to acknowledge this tryst publicly. He loves me deeply, so he’s willing to let me fly free when I need to, but he’s also reserved and prideful. If you hurt my Ramón directly, he will have to respond, but if you keep it cool, so will he.”
“I’m glad,” I told her, giving her a squeeze to punctuate it. “How about a shower and then we get back to the farm?”
“Ooooh, I feel so relaxed and happy here. I don’t want to get up, but it is getting late. Miguel and Carmen said they’d be rolling in at about eight, and it must be getting close to that now.”
We got up, leaving our clothing behind there in the sand, and walked into the bathroom hand in hand. I got the shower running, and we stepped in together.
We were having fun soaping each other up and cleaning each other off when Mary asked plaintively, “One last time? Please?”
Her back was to me, so I said nothing, just pushed some power into my cock, bringing it to a quick erection, then slid easily into her from behind, her hands splayed out on the shower wall and her feet pressed into its lower corners for stability. I gave her a strong quickie, running on my memory of how her body responded, sending her into a fresh orgasm within minutes. Then, deciding she might be insulted if I didn’t finish myself, I stroked several times long and deep, relinquishing all of my mental control, willing a quick orgasm.
On the last stroke, I jammed in as deep as I could get, sealing my glans to her cervix, pumping a second load into her with a cry of “Aaayyeeahhhh!!!!” while I held onto her breasts from behind, barely keeping enough control to avoid squeezing them painfully hard.
As I came back to myself, I began soaping her back up again, enjoying the feel of her soft matronly curves. “Ramón is a lucky man,” I whispered into her ear. “I wish you many more happy decades together.” Then I kissed her on the ear I’d been whispering into.
She had no idea how very hard I’d worked that evening to ensure she’d get that time.
I had no intention of ever telling her.