The surgical light blazed down on Matt’s naked, restrained body, the steady “Beep… Beep…” of the heart rate monitor filling the examination room, screens glowing with his elevated heart rate (92 bpm) and oxygen saturation (98%), Chelsey’s gloved hand adjusted the light’s angling to focus on his exposed form, the hum of the surgical light amplifying the tension in the room.

Matt lay on the surgical table, his wrists and ankles secured with soft Velcro straps, and his legs elevated in padded gynecological stirrups, leaving him completely vulnerable.

The air was thick with the heavy scent of latex and while Matt was on one level terrified that this mother-in-law now had him restrained and naked like this.

It did fuel his secret medical fetish, and was only getting amplified by deepening haze from the drugs Chelsey had secretly slipped him.

His large, 8-inch erection stood prominent sparked by his fascination with Chelsey’s surgical attire, she had first worn during his forced quarantine in the garage when he’d seen her for the first time in full PPE surgical mask, latex gloves, surgical gown and had heard her riveting nursing stories.

Chelsey, his mother-in-law stood by the surgical exam table poised in her green surgical gown, tied snugly to accentuate her curvy figure large 36DD breasts. Her bouffant cap was tucked neatly, her tie-up surgical mask concealing all but her expressive hazel eyes, and her small, plump hands gleamed in glossy white surgical gloves.

Chelsey’s own marriage had ended in divorce shortly after Claire’s wedding, due to her husband own issues a fact that would start to linger in her mind as she prepared to examine her son-in-law for his full and extremely complete physical.

The surgical light blazed down on Matt, as she stepped toward the mayo stand, her gown rustling softly, and murmured, “Let’s get started, Matt,” The monitors’ rhythmic beeping grounded her as a surgical nurse, but her pulse quickened slightly as she gazed at her son-in-laws naked body, a thrill she hadn’t anticipated as she began the exam.

Blood Draw

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Chelsey glanced at Matt’s readings as she approached the mayo stand, her gown rustling, and selected a blood draw kit, its needle, four sterile vials, and a blue latex tourniquet band.

She arranged them meticulously, placing a cotton ball and adhesive bandage alongside, her latex gloved fingers squeaking. “We’ll start with bloodwork, Matt,” she said, her voice clinical yet warm, eyes crinkling above her surgical mask. “I need samples to screen for a range of possible infections, sugar and cholesterol levels and overall organ function.”

Her gaze flickered to his erection as she spoke, her pulse quickening and she paused feeling a warm flush spreading to her face, and she shockingly felt her cotton panties getting slightly damp.

Her thoughts: God, Matt’s penis is so hard, and heavens, is it me or my surgical gown, or maybe is it my body making him like that? I’m actually getting a little aroused, but focus, focus Chelsey! your a surgical nurse, but I can feel his gaze watching me its so intoxicating, my ex-husband never looked at me with such hunger she thought desperately!

As a surgical nurse, she felt a conflict professionalism versus her own sudden desire but she gave her head a quick shack and steadied herself, and focused on the task at hand.

She walked over to him and wrapped the latex tourniquet around Matt’s upper arm, snapping it taut with a sharp squeak. “This will help me find a good vein,” she explained, her gloved fingers tracing his inner elbow, the latex cool, as she pressed gently.

Matt tensed, his slurred voice anxious, “Ch…..Chelsey… what’re you… doin’? Don’t… like needles…stop….” He pulled weakly at the restraints, eyes hazy but locked on her surgical gown and gloves, arousal evident as he took in her curvy figure, breasts straining the gown ass swaying, thoughts of her sexiness swirling. He’d always found her curvy big breasted body alluring, but the whole quarantine surgical PPE situation combined with Claire’s sexual refusals had set his desires ablaze.

“Matt, shh, it’s okay,” Chelsey soothed, her tone professional yet soft, as her gloved hand stroked his arm gently. “I’ve done hundreds of blood draws as a surgical nurse, from children to OR patients, and you’ll be just fine.”

Her eyes flicked to his erection again, her panties continuing to dampen. Her thoughts: God, his erection is so prominent, and oh my goodness, is he really turned on by me or is it something else the drugs I gave him? Enough focus, Chelsey, focus! You’re a surgical nurse dam it, but his gaze is making me feel things I haven’t felt in years…..desired and I can feel myself slowly getting aroused and my panties are starting to get wet my god I’m so embarrassed!

As her pantyhose thighs brushed together, her professional focus wavered as she checked the monitors (heart rate 92 bpm, sedation stable), no midazolam reactions so far she thought.

Matt slurred, “Why… all this? not… sick… just…came…..fix fridge….tech…” His eyes lingered on her breasts and ass, fantasies vivid, erection pulsing. “This virus is tricky, Matt,” Chelsey said, her tone professional, gloved fingers tracing his arm slowly. “I’m going to be checking your complete to make sure your healthy to keep you and Claire safe, because COVID is no joke.”

She found a nice vein, pressing it, latex squeaking. “Perfect,” she murmured, twisting the needle onto the syringe with a click, eyes continuing to dart and stare at his hard penis, thinking:

Her thoughts: God, he’s so hard it’s twitching heavens, is it really because of me? I shouldn’t feel this way, but it’s so flattering at my age and my panties are really getting damp, because his attention is so thrilling, my husband never looked at me like even when I was young.

She could feel a flush creeping up her face and was thankful it was hidden by her surgical mask. “I hate… needles…” Matt slurred, pulling harder, Velcro strap creaking softly. “Stop… please…”

“Matt, relax,” Chelsey said her tone soothing and calm. Her latex gloved hand cupped his forearm, gently. “I’ve calmed patients through worse than this surgical biopsies, prostate exams and this will be quick and over before you know it.”

She swabbed his skin with an alcohol pad, the sting sharp, gloves squeaking. “Look at me,” she said, eyes locking with his, her flush deepening as she once again shot a quick glanced at his erection.

Her thoughts: God, I can tell he’s staring at my body, and it’s unprofessional, yet so exciting, to be seen like this I’m so aroused, and his gaze is challenging my focus, making me remember what being a woman who is actually desired feels like! She could feel her panties growing damper, as her arousal grew and her clinical focus faded.

Matt’s gaze lingered on her surgical gown, latex gloves, and curves, voice slurred but clearer, “Chelsey, that surgical gown… God, it hugs your giant breasts so perfectly…… your curves….so hot, your ass….want you…”

His confession jolted her, her breathing hitching, her thoughts: God, has he always found my breasts and ass sexy? Oh my goodness, he’s my daughter Claire’s husband, my patient, my son-in-law, and it’s wrong, but so thrilling, his desire it’s…..crumbling my nurses resolve, I want to feel like a woman wanted again, my husband never did in are whole marriage!

“Matt, oh my goodness,” Chelsey stammered, voice quivering with flustered delight, blushing brightly under her surgical mask. “I’m your surgical nurse and mother-in-law, heavens! I’m flattered, but we need to focus on the procedure.”

Her thoughts: God he’s being so bold, and his words are intoxicating, and I’m getting rather wet from this attention.

She aligned the needle, gloved fingers steady, and inserted it smoothly, blood welling. She attached the first vial, blood flowing, as she swapped vials, filling four in quick succession. She withdrew the needle, pressing a cotton ball, and secured an adhesive bandage, fingers lingering. “All done,” she murmured, labeling each vial “Matt Thompson,”.

Her thoughts: Does he truly find my old plump body sexy? God I can feel my panties getting damper, because his words are making me feel sexy.

She capped the vials, placing them in a bin for testing, eyes continuing to linger on his throbbing erection, causing her to shift her thighs together. “Good,” she murmured, checking the monitor (heart rate 94 bpm, “still nice and stable.”

Prep for Shaving

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Chelsey stepped back, her surgical gown rustling softly, and smiled her surgical mask crinkling, hoping to reassure Matt for the next part. “You did great, Matt. How’s that sedative? Feeling nice and dreamy?”

Matt slurred, “Yaaaaa…..dreamy… your surgical gloves… makin’ me hard… they are…..sexy…” His eyes roamed her gloved hands, this latex glove fetish driven arousal evident, voice trailing.

“Oh, goodness Matt,” Chelsey said, her voice trying to stay professional, and calm but edged with flustered delight, as she continued to blushed fiercely under her surgical mask.

“Your compliments are overwhelming, I’m trying to be a professional nurse here, but my…my even surgical gloves are getting praised? It’s rather lovely, to be appreciated like this.”

Her thoughts: God, my surgical gloves turn him on? It’s shocking, and Matt’s attention feels so good, I’m getting so aroused, yet I need to maintain my focus as a nurse.

Even as she said this her arousal continued to climb, her panties growing damper and damper with a growing need.

She gave her head another small shake. “Now Matt I need to shave you so your clean for the lower exam to keep things sterile,” she continued, moving to the mobile stand, wiping it with an antiseptic wipe. “Let’s get ready.” She said as she went to get the items they would need and began putting them on the stand.

Shaving Prep

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Chelsey then wheeled the mobile stand to the table’s end. On the stand was a disposable razor, shaving cream, antiseptic wipes, and several towels, spare surgical gloves. She filled a stainless steel bowl with warm water, stream hissing, testing it with her gloved finger, latex squeaking. “This will be just right,” she murmured.

She retrieved a white plastic apron, snapping it over top of her surgical gown, the glossy material clinging to her curves as she tied it tightly behind her waist, fueling Matt’s arousal further. “What’s… that plastic apron… for?” he slurred, eyes on its shiny surface.

“The plastic apron keeps things extra sterile and clean, darling,” Chelsey said, voice professional with warmth, as her gloved hand stroking his thigh gently to keep him relaxed, latex squeaking. “I use these in surgery, and for the messy parts of exams.”

Her thoughts: God, he’s staring at my curves in this apron, and heavens he’s so handsome, but it’s shocking he finds my old body alluring, I can feel my panties are getting wetter every minute now, because Matt’s attention is so thrilling, I have not experienced a feeling like this in such a very long time!

She elevated Matt’s pelvis with the table’s remote, adjusting the table and the stirrups, the table clicking. She snapped off her white latex gloves, tossing them into a bio bin, and donned elbow length yellow gyno gloves, the latex scent flooding the room. “Perfect for close work,” she murmured, flexing her fingers, the latex squeaking softly.

Her thoughts: God, he’s still watching me so closely, does he find these gyno latex gloves sexy too? I’m so aroused, yet I need to stay focused as a professional nurse.

She smiled as she got ready to shave Matt she had always loved a smoothly shaved pubic area on a man, having begged her ex-husband to shave, even offering to do it for him while in sexy lingerie, but he always refused, one of many reason for their marriage ending. But Matt’s different, sexy, and I’m drawn to him. Her flush deepened as her panties got wetter and clung to her vagina that was starting to glisten with sexual desire.

Shaving

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Chelsey pulled a high stool over and sat between Matt’s legs, wheels squeaking. She dipped her yellow gloved fingers into the warm water, latex squeaking, and sprayed shaving cream, into her hand. “This will feel nice and relaxing I promise,” she said, voice warm, as she began spreading the shaving cream over Matt’s pubic hair, the latex gloves gliding, erotically over him.

She lathered around the base of his penis her fingers circling his shaft slowly, teasingly, then going lower grazing his perineum near his anus, latex squeaking. Matt’s hips twitched, pre-cum beading at the tip of his penis, as his arousal made his heart rate climbed.

Her thoughts: God, his body’s so responsive, and I’m savoring every touch, because his desire is so overwhelming, he is so hard and aroused by my latex gloved touch.

She massaged the cream deeper, as her touch lingered. Matt moaned, “Chelsey… that surgical gown makes your ass and tits look incredible… been dreamin’ of you in surgical gear… so……..sexy…”.

“Matt, oh my goodness,” Chelsey stammered, voice quivering, blushing even more under her surgical mask. “You’re making me blush, and I’m your nurse, examining you, but your words make me feel so desired….”

Her thoughts: God, my ass and breasts? It’s so wrong for my son-in-law to say this to me, but I’m thrilled, and his words are driving me wild, yet I need to try and maintain my focus as his nurse.

Her one latex gloved hand dipped to graze her crotch lightly, feeling the wet fabric of her panties and her pantyhose were going to going to start getting damp beneath her surgical gown.

Her thoughts: shit I’m so wet, my panties are now clinging to my vagina, because his sexy words are overwhelming me. But come on, Chelsey, you’re a professional nurse control yourself!

“I’m making you clean and sterile Matt, I’ve shaved dozens of patients, and you’ll be fine.” She shaved with precise strokes, razor scraping, rinsing it after each pass as she did. “Feel that?” she said, wiping the razor, her latex gloves squeaking. “You’re becoming all smooth down here now.”

Her thoughts: His shaved pubic area is looking so sleek, and perfect to think my husband refused to do this, even when I wore sexy lace. Matt’s so different, open and thinks I’m sexy. Wait do I want him?

She continued to shave around his shaft, her fingers wrapping firmly, around his penis, shaving upward the blade gliding, as it removing hair, lingering at the glans. She shaved his perineum, grazing his anus, eliciting a gasping moan and twitch from Matt.

Her thoughts: His gasps are driving me wild, and I’m struggling to stay focused on the shaving, yet I’m loving this responses and my control over him like this.

Matt moaned, “Your breasts… strainin’ that surgical gown…love….legs look so sexy in pantyhose…are they crotchless? Or… maybe stockings with garter clips? God, look….so amazing…in……th…m”

Her breath hitched again, her hand pausing mid stroke at these words her panties now completely soaking, and pantyhose getting increasingly damp.

Her thoughts: He’s been imagining me wearing crotchless pantyhose or stockings? I’m mortified but yet I’m thrilled, his attention makes me feel beautiful and sexy again, my husband never saw me this way. Never commented on my nurses uniform like

this or made such sexy comments to me.

“Oh, heavens, no! They’re certainly not crotchless, and definitely not stockings!” she gasped, blushing fiercely under her surgical mask her face burning red now. “Just ordinary white pantyhose, and I’m your mother-in-law and nurse, not… oh my goodness, I’m shocked at your behaviour Matthew!”

Matt slurred, “Your legs always…loo….so sexy…though…..since…..we….met…..first….”

Her thoughts: He thinks my legs are sexy? Oh my goodness, I’m thrilled, because his attention makes me feel so wanted. How long has it been since a man said something like that to me 10 years, 20?

She finished shaving, wiping him clean with a warm damp towel and than some antiseptic wipes, latex squeaking. “All done Matt” she said with a slight quiver in her voice.

Her thoughts: I’m enjoying this exam too much, I’m starting to imagining him sexually, enjoy my own secret kinks! God it would be thrilling I could put him under using anaesthesia and than play with him I have always wanted to do that! OHH God what am I thinking I’m losing myself focus focus Chelsey!

Matt slurred, “Your garage stories… anesthesia… thought about you puttin’ me under… so hot…” Chelsey gasped and froze at his words her panties soaked her pantyhose now incredibly damp and getting wetter by the minute at what she heard.

Her thoughts: Did I hear that right! My god it’s like he is reading my fantasy. I could do it slip the anesthesia mask over Matt’s face, whispering, ‘Breathe deeply as he breaths in the gas,’ watching his eyes flutter shut. It always felt so powerful, like sex, dominating a persons body when I did it in the OR.

Now I’m Imagining Matt right now under anesthesia mask, cupping his face gently with my gloved hands. I’d savor every second, sedating him, owning him. I want to put him to sleep, fuck him under anesthesia. WAIT……God did I just think about fucking my own son-in-law under anesthesia. Have I always been this kinky and sex crazed!

“Matt, darling,” she whispered, voice sultry, “you remembered my anesthesia stories from the garage? Oh my goodness, I loved sharing those stories, putting a patient under with an anesthesia mask, drugs flowing. It always felt so intimate, controlling consciousness, and your curiosity to try it excites me, you’re really starting to affect my composure here.”

Her thoughts: His curiosity is thrilling, I want to try and sedate him, control him completely under anaesthesia. How thrilling would it be god I’m soaked just imagining it! It something I always secretly wanted to do but I never found someone who wanted it. But now I found them and he likes me too holy shit!

Transition to Penis Examination

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Chelsey stood, gown rustling, stretching, as she placed the razor and bowl on the stand, gloves squeaking. She adjusted the surgical light. “There we go Matt you’re all smooth and clean now. How is the sedative Midazolam? Still feeling nice and Floaty?” Her voice trembled slightly with increasing arousal,(heart rate 96 bpm, stable).

Matt slurred, “Yaa……Floaty… your gown’s tight on your breasts… that ass… wanted to say….how nice…..lookd….so since the garage……first saw you in PPE……when you would come… so sexy… and your nurse stories imagined you……sexy……..” His eyes roamed her figure.

She could feel her arousal surging at his words. Her thoughts: He stared at me in the garage, thinking all those things the whole time he was quarantined god it’s shattering my focus. I truly loved sharing those nursing stories, remembering the control, doing intubations, working the anesthesia, it always made me aroused and wet. Did I hoping he would notice me like that? Maybe as he did seem to watch me so he was craving me? I’m dripping, imagining him under my care, me in my surgical gown, my latex gloved hands touching his face and running my hands over his body.

Her hand brushed her crotch again, feeling her pulsing vagina under her soaked panties, her pantyhose were now truly wet and her arousal was surging.

Her thoughts: I’m so wet, my panties are literally clinging to my pulsing vagina, and his words are so overwhelming, it’s stirring my every sex sense. The fact that saw me as sexy in that surgical gown during our chats? I truly had thought he was just humouring me on my nurse OR stories, but he was lusting after me! As a surgical nurse, I thrived on control, medical power, and his obsession with my surgical attire it pairs with my own sexual fantasies. God I want to dominate him, as his nurse make him mine……wait can I?

“Oh, Matt, my goodness,” Chelsey stammered, voice quivering, her face now permanently crimson under her surgical mask.

“You’re being so bold, and to think you find my surgical gown look alluring, my body sexy it’s so overwhelming to hear, darling! I loved commanding the OR, and knowing you found me sexy in the garage makes me feel very happy and so, alive.”

She took a breath again shifting her legs together as her pantyhose clung to her legs in wet arousal. “I need to examine your penis next,” she continued, moving to the Mayo stand.

She paused a small question coming to her mind that she needed to know that she was now desperate to know! “Matt Is this bold sexy talk the Midazolam effects, or do you truly find me attractive?” I hope it’s him talking I need it to be him, as he is unraveling my restraint, god I want it to be him!

Matt slurred, “Not drugs… always thought…enjoy you when Clair……..though you……so sexy…th….surgical..look was…….so amazing.”

Her heart raced her breath catch as her arousal surged, Her thoughts: Not drugs? He wants me truly, it’s so thrilling, His desire is intoxicating, and he enjoys me in surgical cloths, and wants to experience anaesthesia under me god he’s so perfect……but ok…ok focus!

She snapped off her yellow gyno latex gloves, tossing them in the bin, and donned sterile green surgical gloves with grippy fingertips, latex snapping, stretching taut. “These green surgical gloves let me feel everything,” she said, voice warm, flexing her fingers, latex squeaking softly.

“I’ll check your penis thoroughly shaft, ball for any concerning signs, sensitivity, subtle issues make sure you’re healthy with no illnesses or concerns ok.”

Her thoughts: These surgical gloves are precise, I will be able to feel all of him so intimately. I’m so excited to touch his penis, now this will challenging my medical resolve as god my panties are so drenched, and I want to do things to him! God was I always so kinky in my nursing days….maybe I was or wanted to be and this is my chance?

She retrieved a pair of magnifying loupes and a sterile cut cloth, arranging them, neatly she calibrating the magnifier lenses focus.

“Let’s proceed shall we,” she said, voice still sounding slightly professional, but laced with intensely aroused excitement.

Penis Examination

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Chelsey donned the loupes and feed his penis to pop through the sterile cloth, murmuring, “I’m going to examining your penis thoroughly now.” She grasped his shaved shaft, green latex fingers gliding as she tracing his length slowly, glasses glinting, inspecting veins, noting, “Head and Shaft appears healthy, no lesions or discoloration.” She massaged the shaft gently erotically, cupping his testicles, rolling softly, noting, “Testicles symmetrical, no masses.”

She admired his uncircumcised penis, the foreskin full retracted, Her thoughts: His penis is beautiful, but uncircumcised, it would look so much better, I can’t help imagining a circumcision surgery making it even more pretty. It’s be so perfect then wait am I truly thinking this!

Her other hand reached down to brush her crotch, slowly rubbing her vagina pulsing underneath her surgical gown. She gave a soft moan as she did enjoy the feeling of her Jake before she continued the exam.

Her thoughts: God I’m dripping, my panties are clinging, because his body drives me wild. COME ON Chelsey, snap out of it! You’re his nurse, but his slurred drugged desire and rock hard cock is making me feel like I’m in heat between my thighs, and I’m barely holding on. I am getting desperate to have him I want to cum…..WAIT…..my god what are you thinking about!

She checked the monitor (heart rate 98 bpm, stable). “Do you like this darling? Me touching you in my latex gloves? Do they feel nice? Do you…..have a medical fetish Matt? Have you always wanted me to examine you like this? “Do you enjoy being restrained to this surgical table like this, completely naked and vulnerable under my control, your body entirely at my mercy?”

Her thoughts: I’m crossing so many ethical medical lines with these questions, but he’s making me so aroused, imagining him bound, under my control, it’s all too much for my composure. I’m enjoying this and I need to know if he truly is as kinky as I hope….god how fast I’m tuning into a horny bitch in heat!

Matt moaned, “Fuck, Chelsey, you’re so gorgeous in that surgical gown… those green surgical gloves on your hands… I’ve dreamed a fantasy…..you fucking me like this, controlling me…” His resistance mixed with excitement, as his penis throbbed his eyes fixed on her surgical masked face and her aroused hazel eyes, his medical fetish clear.

Her pantyhose were now soaked, arousal rushing the room starting to become thick with their combined arousal, Her thoughts: so he does have a Medical fetish! I always wanted to do a Nurse role play, or have surgical PPE sex? He’s literally whispering my fantasies to me, crumbling my last medical restraint.

Her thoughts deepened: My son-in-law, is wanting me as woman, nurse and lover. It’s so forbidden, me thinking about trying to sleep with my own daughter’s husband like this but his desire is so pure and it’s overwhelming me!

She gasped, “Matt, oh my goodness,” her voice quivering, in aroused agitated,

excitement, “You’re making this exam difficult, and heavens, I’m professional nurse, but your words…….make me feel so sexy and…..” under her breathe in a tiny whisper muffled by the surgical mask “and I’m aroused and horny from your words darling!”

She continued to traced the length of his shaft, her latex gloved hand, lingering at the head gently rubbing pre-cum into the tip, noting, “Glans healthy, no inflammation.” “So you dreamed of me like this?” she asked, voice warm and happy, “Your mother-in-law, dressed as a surgical nurse, in full surgical PPE, wearing surgical gloves touching you like this examining you naked?”

Matt moaned, “God, yes… your curvy body in that surgical gown…I….want you to ride me, Chelsey… your surgical gown….pantyhose…. so hot…”

She could feel her pantyhose were now completely soaked, as her arousal was intense, imagining vivid medical sex play ideas dancing in her head. “Oh, Matt,” she murmured, voice sultry, “Your fantasies are so bold, vivid, and I’m trying to be your professional nurse, but your attention makes me feel like a real sexy young woman again.”

She decided to probed even further as her hand traced his penis her voice warm but laced with need to know more, “Matt tell me does Claire not satisfy you in bed? You seem so pent-up sexually I mean?”

Her thoughts: Is Claire my foolish daughter truly neglecting her husband? He always seemed to try and dodged any personal talk or question I asked in the garage, and it’s wrong, but I’m thrilled, imagining him with me. If my daughter is not giving him what needs then I can instead!

Matt slurred, “Nooo…..Claire… sex is borin’… no adventure……..barley any…..sex….and ….missionary… no lingerie, no toys, no anal… I want more…she won’t talk or listen but you……your curves in that surgical gown… I’d fuck you right here…hmmm…”

Chelsey gasped out loud the air now smelling of latex and there combined arousal. Her panties were drenched, as her desire stared to go into overdrive. She rubbed her legs together feeling her arousal rushing, as she imagined vivid sexual acts between them.

Her thoughts: Missionary only? I’m sexy and adventurous, I could give Matt everything, My husband was the same, seems my daughter and him were alike boring and lifeless in the bedroom. Always rejecting me in lingerie, or toys, or exciting things like bondage, or new sexual positions unlike Matt’s adventures passion. I could give him everything we both couldn’t get in our marriages.

“Oh, Matt,” she murmured, voice sympathetic, blushing but laced with excited happiness, “That’s a shame, I noticed you avoided personal subjects in the garage. I told Claire to be more open minded about sex, but you’re so honest in your feeling I love it.

Her thoughts: He wants to fuck me, and I’m shocked, but I’m also so thrilled imagining tying him up, using sex toys, sedating him, fucking him in sexy lingered it’s everything I wanted my ex-husband to do with me and it breaking my last defences.

Urine Sample Try & Catheter Insertion

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Chelsey stepped back, latex gloves squeaking, as she adjusting her gown, placing the loupes on the stand. She checked the monitor (heart rate 97 bpm, stable), noting the cool air, adjusting her bouffant cap. “You’re doing great, Matt still comfy, enjoying the nice hazy feeling?”

Her voice trembled with sexual need, her panties drenched, clinging to her throbbing vagina, pantyhose soaking beneath her gown, her desire on the edge of overwhelming her last barrier totally.

Matt slurred, “Yaaa comfy…..so….hazy… your surgical mask hides your face… but those hazel eyes… so sexy…imagine…anesthesia… masks… drugs… your eyes above…..me as you…….put me out…” His hazy gaze unfocused, but clear, voice trailing.

Her thoughts: God I keep Imagining him under my anesthesia mask now too, I’d savor sedating him. I loved my OR days, slipping the anesthesia mask on, whispering, ‘Breathe deeply,’ watching a patients eyes flutter closed. It was like sex, dominating them. Imagine Matt under my anesthesia control, I’d savor sedating him, owning him. His curiosity drives me wild. I want to put him to sleep, mount the surgical table and fuck him under anesthesia. God I’m going to do it to him I will and soon!.

She whispered, voice sultry, “Matt, your curiosity about anesthesia is so thrilling, and I loved sharing those stories in the garage. The different anesthesia masks clear plastic for visibility, black rubber for a snug fit, patients drifting under propofol or sevoflurane. Your arousal makes my pulse race at all the possibilities.”

Chelsey could feel her breathing getting more laboured as her arousal skyrocket but she shook her head and tried to continue the examination. “I need a urine sample to check your kidneys,” she continued, tone warm, grabbing a sterile sample cup she quickly, labeling it “Matt Thompson,”.

Chelsey held the cup near Matt’s penis, green latex gloved hand steady. She adjusted the surgical light, focusing on his pelvis. “Matt, try to pee, darling,” she murmured as she held the cup near Matt’s rock hard penis, her gloved hand squeezing his shaft. Matt groaned, “Can’t… too hard… drugged…” His erection pulsed hard and firm, combined with drugged state preventing him peeing, as his penis kept twitching.

Chelsey tutted almost happily;

Her thoughts: He’s so hard, I will have to use a catheter to get the sample. I love doing those the control, God, I’m so wet, my panties are sticking to my throbbing lips, and my pantyhose are now just as drenched. I’m not just a nurse anymore, I’m a woman in sexual heat, and Matt’s confessions are drive me to want to do this even more. Live my own sexual fantasies out now with him!

“Alright, darling,” Chelsey whispered, voice trembling with sexual desire, “Your erection’s tricky so to collect the urine sample, I’ll need to use a catheter. But don’t worry I’ll numb your penis so you won’t feel any pain ok.”

Matt’s eyes widened, voice desperate, “No, Chelsey, please… don’t put a tube into my penis… I’m begging, it’s too much…” He strained against the straps, heart rate spiking to 102 bpm, his resistance fueling her arousal.

“Shh, Matt, trust your nurse,” she soothed, her tone firm, as her gloved hand rested on his thigh, gently massaging this leg. “I’ve done hundreds, and I’ll be very gentle, but we need this sample to check your health.”

Her thoughts: His begging to stop only fuels me…I want to own him, make him yield to my touch, my control, because I’m so aroused, I need this.

Her thoughts deepened: He’s my son-in-law, but his vulnerability is intoxicating. I’m not just checking his health really I want to bend him to my will my new sexy patient.

She moved to the cabinet, retrieving a catheter kit, sterile green surgical gloves, fenestrated drape, Betadine, lidocaine, and surgical lube, arranging them meticulously, on the surgical tray. She paused, savoring Matt’s anxious breathing, her arousal surging.

She snapped off her gloves, tossing them into a bio bin, and donned the new sterile green surgical gloves, fresh latex scent flooding the room. She placed the sterile drape, framing his penis, and swabbed the tip with Betadine, lingering to heighten his tension.

She injected lidocaine, fingers circling slowly, stroking his shaft deliberately, erotically, numbing the tip and allowing the gel to travel down his shaft . “Feel it numbing, you my darling?” she murmured, voice sultry, noting the gel’s effect, her touch lingering.

Her thoughts: His resistance is delicious god I’m controlling every moment, and I want more of this him to submit to me completely his nurse.

Matt moaned, “No… Chelsey… don’t… your green gloves… so fuckin’ sexy, but I’m scared…” Heart rate steadying at 100 bpm.

“Matt, oh my so bold,” Chelsey said breathlessly, smiling happily under the mask, “Your fear makes this interesting, but heavens, your focus on my latex gloves drives me wild, I love how much you enjoy them on me.”

Her thoughts: His protests make me want to sedate him, slip an anesthesia mask on, watch him drift. I loved OR power, and his medical fetish fuels my need to dominate him completely as his nurse.

She lubricated the 16Fr silicone catheter, fingers gliding over its length, pausing to apply extra lube, stroking it slowly, her eyes locked on Matt’s. “Deep breaths for me as I insert the tube in,” she commanded, voice firm, grasping his penis upright, and inserted the catheter’s tip, latex squeaking as it stretched his urethra.

Matt gasped, “Ow… fuck… Chelsey, stop… it stings…but you look so…….sexy…” She paused, savoring his reaction, then advanced it slowly, pulling back slightly to tease, then pushing it deeper, her movements deliberate, her thoughts erotic: His moans mean I’m in control, and I’m dripping, imagining him under propofol, surrendering to me completely.

She inserted the catheter fully into his bladder, and urine began flowing into a collection bag, which she labeled “Matt Thompson,”. She inflated the balloon with saline, drained his bladder fully, and withdrew the catheter slowly, latex squeaking, each movement deliberate to prolong her enjoyment and his discomfort and submission. She cleaned his penis with antiseptic wipes, disposing of equipment, placing the urine sample in the bin.

Chelsey than walked back to her captive patient and began to gently stroke his penis

“Now tell me my darling what porn do you watch?” she asked, voice sultry, panties clinging to her throbbing vagina, pantyhose utterly soaked, Her thoughts: I’m doing this because I want him, not for medicine…but now as a woman, consumed by desire. I will learn all this sexual secrets and will give him everyone so he will submit to me totally!

Matt groaned, voice slurred but clearer, “I watch medical porn… love bondage, you know, cuffs holding me down on my wrists… gag in my mouth… sounding rods sliding into me…latex gloves on my penis……..and like all kinds of sexy lingerie, Chelsey, lace bras, latex body suite, leather corsets… crotchless pantyhose… stockings…….toys…vibrators, anal toys…couples tying things on each other… prostate massages…even strap on sex God, it’s all so hot…”

Her arousal peaked, imagining all these wonderful things with Matt, Her thoughts: Sounding rods, bondage, lingerie, latex, leather, crotchless pantyhose, toys, prostate massages? Oh my goodness, I’d sedate him with an anesthesia mask, bind him, dress in latex, or crotchless pantyhose, use vibrators, butt plugs, massage his prostate. I’m just as adventurous, but my husband refused to try any fun kinks, shut me down ever time. Matt’s fantasies align with mine, and I’m dripping, wanting to live these with him now be the woman I always wanted to be.

She murmured, “Matt, your fantasies are so vivid, and heavens, you share my adventurous spirit. My ex-husband rejected those kinds of things never would trying lingerie, toys, bondage, but your passion makes me feel like a sexy young woman, not just your old nurse. Again she whispered under her breath as her face was now flush with arousal “you have awakened me Matt and god it’s going to be amazing.”

Chelsey stepped back, gown rustling, adjusting her bouffant cap, the room’s sterile hum a backdrop to her arousal. She checked the monitor (heart rate 95 bpm, stable), wiped the Mayo stand, gloves squeaking, as she excitedly prepared for the next round of more invasive tests she wanted to do on Matt.

“You handled that like a champ, Matt,” she said, voice trembling with desire, her underwear drenched and sticking to her pulsing vagina, pantyhose soaked beneath her surgical gown. As her arousal was almost dripping down her legs she was so turned on now.

Her thoughts: His confessions have awakened me… I’m not just a nurse, I’m a woman, and I want to control him, love him, fuck him. I won’t let him, and now that he has awakened me like his I’m going to enjoy myself with him in every sexual way I want.

“Now why don’t we continue the exam my dear patient, and move on to the more invasive and comprehensive part of the exam. As I really need to examine you deeply, to make sure you’re completely healthy. I think a urethra scooping sounds fun to start with don’t you Matt?”

End: Chapter 2