A lewd doctor plays with a mother and daughter (2)

After hastily tidying up the mess, I rushed out of the ward like a firefighter putting out a blaze,
crossed the corridor, and opened the door. I froze, my eyes wide with lust.
—A beautiful young woman, around 40 years old, strikingly similar to Hong Kong actress Angie Chiu, and Zhang Lihang stood in the doorway.
"Hello, are you Dr. Wu? Thank you for taking care of my Wei'er," Zhang Ziwei's mother
said gently with a charming smile.
"Oh? Ah, you're welcome, please come in," I replied awkwardly.
I'm usually quite picky when it comes to women, but Song Jia's beauty was flawless
. She was about 1.63 meters tall, slender yet full-figured; her fair and delicate skin was smooth as jade; her oval face had a high
nose bridge, and beneath her slender eyebrows, a pair of clear eyes, bright as autumn water, seemed to smile even when not. She possessed a
noble , gentle and quiet demeanor, and the captivating charm of an Eastern beauty. She looked remarkably like Angie Chiu.
Her long, jet-black hair was styled in a high bun, her ample breasts swayed with her movements, and her tall
figure was accentuated by a white silk blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. Her long legs were encased in pure white
stockings and black high-heeled sandals. The charm of a mature woman was undeniable. (No wonder she was a renowned actress in the former county troupe
; women in the arts certainly have exceptional taste and elegant bearing.)
"Mom! I've been waiting for you! I missed you so much!..." Zhang Ziwei sobbed
, tears welling in Song Jia's mother's eyes. She gently comforted her, "Wei'er, good girl, don't cry. Mom missed you too
... Mom took seven days off to come and take care of you."
I stood by, at a loss. Discreetly, I went to the next office, lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes to rest.
About an hour later, at 9 pm, the door opened, and Song Jia's mother came in carrying a large bag of fruit,
placing it on my desk. She thanked me again. I inquired about Zhang Ziwei's condition, especially the cost.
When I mentioned about 5800 yuan, a hint of sadness appeared on her gentle and quiet face. She said not to
tell Zhang Ziwei, to let the young girl focus on her recovery…
“Mom! Come out for a moment. Wei’er wants you to wash her clothes.” Zhang Lihang
said lazily, standing at the door.
“Okay. I’ll go. Dr. Wu, you’ve had a long day, get some rest.” Song Jia’s mother said.
“Okay, I’m really sleepy. I won’t have an IV tonight, you take care of Wei’er. Call me if you need anything.”
I saw Song Jia off, turned off the light, and lay back down on the bed.
But I couldn’t fall asleep, tossing and turning like a pancake on a hot pan. The charming young woman’s
image of Song Jia’s mother kept appearing in my mind.
{Damn it, Song Jia’s mother, you’re making me drool! Can’t I do it, but can’t I at least look?} Thinking this, I
quietly put on my shoes, got out of bed, gently opened the door and went out, then closed it again.
The sound of running water and a basin hitting the concrete floor came from the washroom. I tiptoed
to the medical equipment room next to the washroom, quietly unlocked the door with my key, and slipped inside.
There used to be a small ventilation window in the wall between the medical equipment room and the washroom, but it had been boarded up.
I had deliberately made a small hole in the board to peep at some female patients washing themselves in the washroom (with the door closed and the curtains drawn).
It was perfect for seeing the 12-square-meter washroom clearly. The effect was remarkable
.
I pressed myself against the wall and peered through the hole. My breath hitched. The scene inside showed
Song Jia washing clothes by the sink, wearing a tight black short skirt that went above the knee, revealing her two long, slender, white legs.
Her semi-transparent white blouse was low-cut, revealing a large expanse of her fair and delicate skin and a hint of cleavage
, with her white lace bra barely visible. The alluring figure of this mature forty-year-old woman made my
mouth dry .
That little rascal Zhang Lihang dared to hug his mother's waist, put his mouth to her white neck and kiss her, and
(the bathroom door was closed, the curtains were drawn tightly. Quite the expert, kid.)
"No! Let go, Xiaohang, don't do this, this isn't home..." Song Jia
said firmly, her dignified and beautiful face resolute.
"But you promised me on the phone last time, didn't you? It's been two months. I always miss you... I want you, you know
? I've been enduring it, I'm in so much pain, Mom!" Xiaohang, 178cm tall and weighing 110 jin (approximately
65kg), with a thin face, lamented.
"Good boy, but... we are mother and son after all. Before... we might have been wrong
. Now your little sister is so sick, I won't..." Song Jia said sadly.
"Then let me touch you, okay?" Xiaohang still wouldn't give up.
"Okay, little man, scratch my feet, it seems there are mosquitoes here?" Song Jia scrubbed
the clothes . (There are no mosquitoes here, but there's a pervert.) I thought to myself.
After Xiao Hang bent down and took off one of her high-heeled shoes, I saw that she was still wearing white, semi-transparent
stockings. Her feet were undoubtedly beautiful, fair and delicate, with neatly arranged toes.
After scratching Song Jia's mother's feet, he put her slightly fragrant white-
stockinged feet into his mouth and sucked on her toes. The faint foot smell was increasingly pleasurable, and he gently
rubbed his cheek against her arches. The smooth, silky feel was simply amazing!
Then his hands roamed over her long, slender thighs clad in stockings, and the sensation through the stockings
excited him even more than touching her skin directly. The stockings clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, gleaming under the light…
Xiao Hang stood up, positioned himself behind his mother, and reached forward to unbutton Song Jia's
shirt one button at a time. He then pulled and released the lace bra hook, revealing a pair of trembling, white breasts.
Full and high, their size was just right for a hand to grasp, delicate and smooth. Xiao Hang
grasped one breast in each hand and began to knead them vigorously, feeling their softness and fullness, their suppleness tempered with a firmness.
He pinched and .
Song Jia was startled. Turning to look at her son, her breath quickened. “Xiao Hang,
let go… don’t do this…” A blush rose to her cheeks.
Seeing his scheme succeed, Xiao Hang slid his left hand down her waist and hips, his fingers lifting the hem of her skirt
and pulling her panties up to her knees. His fingers explored the area around her anus.
He kneaded and squeezed Song Jia's round, plump buttocks, reaching forward between her tightly clenched buttocks to explore her wet,
fleshy cleft. His right hand still held her plump mons pubis, three fingers caressing her tender labia, causing her to gush with vaginal fluid.
Her pubic hair was soaked and muddy. Although their hands weren't touching, they pressed firmly against her mons pubis and anus, his index and middle fingers digging
deep into the slippery flesh, as if he were lifting her entire body.
"No... Xiaohang, don't do this, someone might come. I..." Song Jia
said anxiously, constantly shaking her hips to avoid her son's hands. But Xiaohang wouldn't let
go. "No one will come. Mom, they're all asleep, the door is locked, and the curtains are drawn tight.
Who would think what we're doing?"
Xiaohang kissed his mother's cheek, bit her earlobe, and breathlessly whispered in her ear, "Mom,
I really want you. How about we try something new and exciting today?" His mother's body trembled slightly
. Those bright, clear eyes widened instantly, she could hardly believe her eyes.
Song Jia sighed deeply and said in an almost inaudible voice, "...Alright then, the little man
will grant your wish this once... You have to hurry..."
"Good mom. You're so good to me! Let's play standing up, shall we?" She then bit her round earlobe.
Song Jia smiled radiantly, raised her delicate little nose, and said, "Are you sure you can do it? You little rascal, how come you
can't (He can't? I can!)" I answered in my heart.

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