We sat at the kitchen table that morning, the coffee going cold between us. "You really don't have to come, Mark," my stepmom Elena said, her voice steady but edged with reluctance. At thirty-six she was stunning, dark hair loose over her shoulders, robe barely containing the full curves of her breasts and hips. "It's my body, my choice. Having you there feels... weird."
"I'm eighteen now, Elena. Old enough to drive you and handle the paperwork," I replied, trying to keep it light. "Besides, the doctor said family support helps." She rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself, that sharp wit flashing. "Support, huh? Just don't make it awkward or I'll revoke your stepson privileges."
At the clinic the attractive doctor, Dr. Voss, greeted us already shedding her coat. "Nudity keeps things clinical and equal," she explained with a professional smile, stripping down to reveal toned legs, pert breasts, and a smooth shaved pussy. Elena hesitated then followed, her own body unfolding—round heavy breasts with dark nipples, a soft stomach, and neatly trimmed curls between strong thighs. I stripped last, my cock already half-hard from the charged air.
"Let's review," Dr. Voss said as we stood naked together. "Local anesthetic only for the removal of the clit, labia, and reproductive organs via abdominal incision. You'll feel pressure but stay awake." Elena crossed her arms under her breasts. "And why is he staying in the room? This is intimate." "He's here for support," the doctor answered smoothly. "Now, before we begin, we'll use his sample for artificial insemination as discussed."
Elena raised an eyebrow but didn't stop me when I stroked myself to full hardness, my cock throbbing under their gazes. "Make it quick," she muttered, though her nipples tightened. Dr. Voss collected the thick cum in a syringe, then parted Elena's legs on the table. "This will be clinical," she said, sliding the tip inside Elena's already wet pussy and pushing the load deep. Elena gasped, hips twitching, but stayed composed.
The paper screen went up, blocking Elena's view. I stood beside her, one hand drifting to cup her breast without asking. She tensed. "Mark, boundaries," she hissed, yet her body stayed still as Dr. Voss prepped the local. My fingers trailed lower, brushing her slick folds while my cock brushed her thigh. "Just... steadying you," I whispered. Elena shot back, voice low and sharp, "Steady this, and I'll make you regret it later."
Dr. Voss worked efficiently, but the tension peaked when Elena's hand found my hard cock in return, giving two firm strokes that made me pant. "If we're doing this, do it properly," she said, voice husky, guiding me briefly to her mouth for a quick, wet blowjob that left me dripping and her lips glistening. She came with a soft shudder around my fingers just as the anesthetic took edge off the discomfort. Sweating and panting, we locked eyes over the screen.
The scalpel hovered; Elena squeezed my wrist. "This changes everything, but we're not done yet."
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