Robert Vickers - Mom on the make

Eddie wasn't sure. He glanced over at Ann. She had drifted off to sleep but her hand remained firmly clutched around his deflating cock. In the dim light, she was like an angel. Her tits were highlighted and the nipples seemed to have a life of their own as the girl breathed. Her trim stomach rose and fell with each breath. And her lovely, slender legs were stretched out alongside his body.

Eddie knew that what they'd just done wasn't wrong. Anything that great couldn't have been wrong.

With that thought firmly embedded in his mind, Eddie went to sleep.

Joanne awoke from her drug-dazed sleep. The world seemed a bit fuzzy to her. She had trouble remembering, all the things that had happened to her the previous night.

Slowly, the memories came back. She shivered in recollection of the brutality Lee had shown her. Joanne almost started to cum when she was able to remember what that bastard had done to Ann, their very own daughter.

It was terrible enough that Lee had decided to do what, he had to her. But to take his drunken rage out on his own flesh and blood was something that Joanne knew she could never forgive him for as long as she lived.

That thought triggered another in her mind. Was Lee still alive? The vague picture of him lying in a pool of his own blood, the side of his head caved in, came to her in a flash.

Lee and Eddie had fought. Lee had slipped and bashed his head in on the same kitchen table he had raped Ann on. The justice seemed fitting to the woman. But she couldn't smile at it. Joanne wondered how Lee was doing whatever else, he was still her husband.

Joanne rose and slipped into her clothing. She prowled around the house for a few minutes, not bothering to open Ann's bedroom to check on her daughter. The girl was made of stern stuff; she could cope. It never occurred to Joanne that Eddie might be in the same bed as his sister.

Joanne picked up her car keys and purse. It took only a few minutes to get the car started and aimed in the direction of Corinth General Hospital, the only place Lee could have been taken. The woman didn't remember what had really happened last night. She assumed a lot. All that the beaten and battered woman could be certain of was that Lee had been in a bad way, worse than he'd left her.

Joanne King pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and was immediately confronted by the overstarched, white-clad receptionist behind the main desk in the lobby.

"What can I do for you?" The tone used was one of boredom and not a little contempt for the woman with the hastily put on dress and messy hair.

"I… uh, my husband… Lee King. Yes, my husband was brought in last night and I was wondering how he was…"

The receptionist flipped through a small card index, then put a disgusted look on her face. Her lips curled back in a half-sneer as she said, "He's in critical condition. We really need a full folio on him. Insurance company, financial statements, place of employment, everything. Go down the hall and turn left and ask for the head of administration."

"But how is Lee?" Joanne had to know.

"I couldn't say. No one will be able to until you've filled out all the proper forms. Down the hall and to the left." The woman managed to dismiss Joanne with a simple toss of her head.

Joanne walked like a zombie to the administration office. She answered questions, filled out forms and signed releases until she had no conception at all of what she was doing.

The bemused woman remembered hearing a secretary say, "Ward three and ask for Dr. Farley."

Joanne somehow found Dr. Farley, a youngish man about twenty-four and sandy-haired. He seemed to have a tired look about him. But that tiredness quickly vanished as he watched Joanne approach him. His eyes drank hi her every contour, the way she walked, the wiggle of her ass, the to and fro swaying of her braless tits. And even her unkempt hair couldn't hide the beauty of her face or the luster of her golden locks.

Farley knew a good thing when he saw it. And Joanne was about the best-looking broad he'd come across since he'd started to work at Corinth General.

"Dr. Farley?" Joanne finally picked out the nametag on the doctor's shirt pocket.

"Sure am. What can I do for you?" Dr. Farley slipped the clipboard he was carrying under one arm and hooked his fingers through his belt, his fingers pointing downwards.

"Lee King was admitted last night, and the people down in admitting told me to ask you… uh…" Joanne's voice trailed off. All of this was so confusing to her.

Fancy sensed how shaken Joanne was and immediately said, "Why don't we just step into the lounge here and talk about it?" There was a gleam in his eye that Joanne missed completely.

They seated themselves on the slick, cold orange vinyl chairs of the waiting room. Joanne waited for Dr. Farley to speak.

Finally, he cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the swell of Joanne's boobs. "Your husband, I assume it is your husband, yes, well, your husband is in a very serious condition. His temple was crushed by the blow and certain membrane in his brain had been ruptured. To make a long story short – and cutting out all the medical jargon – he's bleeding into his brain. Right now he's in a coma and unless a very delicate operation is performed within the next forty-eight hours, he'll die. And it won't be pleasant," Dr. Farley added, with some gusto.

"Is there anyone who can do the operation here in Corinth?"

Farley smoothed his starched shirt and straightened slightly. "Of course, my dear, of course. I've done considerable reading on this and…"

"Then you could do the operation?" Joanne wasn't sure if she was elated or dejected. She had begun to despise Lee, and letting him die would be an easy way out. But he was still her husband, for better or for worse, as the marriage vow went.

"Well, let's say it's within my capabilities, but you realize that skilled surgeons don't come cheap. The operation will cost you close to $50,000. My fee alone would be almost half that."

Farley waited to see what the reaction would be. He smiled slightly at the shocked look on Joanne's face.

She turned white as a sheet as she said, "I don't have that kind of money… and we don't have any hospitalization, either."

Farley almost rubbed his hands together in glee. He had another pigeon on the hook!

"Well, my dear, I might be persuaded to do the operation for other considerations. You realize that I spend a lot of time here and what good's all that money really going to do me? Uncle Sugar's just take it in taxes. How about a little trade?"

The way he said it left little doubt as to his meaning.

Joanne King recoiled slightly from the young doctor. "Are you suggesting that we…" Her voice trailed off in disbelief. Then she began to consider what was at stake. There was no way she could afford Lee's operation. And he'd die if she didn't do something quick.

And here was a horny and not too bad-looking doctor offering her the operation in return for putting out.

"You'd cancel all of your fee?" she asked incredulously. It seemed too good to be true. And it was.

"Hardly, my dear, hardly. I may be horny, but I've got to eat. I'll do the operation for two grand instead of twenty-five. You've got to admit that's a damn good deal. As to the other doctors, you'll have to work it out with them."

Joanne's voice was timid, meek. "All right. I'll do it. For Lee." She couldn't imagine why she'd be willing to sell her body, even to this good-looking young doctor for her husband, but she was going to just the same. Duty was her only excuse.

"Excellent! Now, Joanne, if I can call you that, let's go to a more secluded spot." Farley was rubbing his hands together now in undisguised anticipation of fucking this lovely woman.