Conclusion

The next morning, it was just Pat and Jordyn again. Around 11 A.M., Pat enters Jordyn’s room, thermometer and vaseline in hand. Jordyn, sound asleep on her bed, lies on her back. Pat quietly sits on the bed and pulls down the covers. She slowly pulls her daughter’s undies down and lubricates the thermometer. Jordyn is awaken as her mom spreads her butt cheeks. “Mom!” She complains, still groggy. “Hi, honey. I wanted to take your temp but I didn’t want to wake you.” “Please, mom. No,” she begs. “Baby, we’re not going through this again. Deep breath.” Pat inserts the thermometer into her rectum. After the five minutes are up, Pat removes the thermometer and announces “100 degrees even. It’s at least going down.” Jordyn swiftly pulls up her pants. “Honey, why don’t we take a hot shower? It would benefit both of us, with the steam and all.” “What do you mean, we?” Jordyn asks. “We both need to shower. We’ll save water, plus I want to make sure you don’t get burned.” “I don’t want to, Mom.” “Then you can go over my knee. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” “Fine!” She relents. “Good. Now meet me in the bathroom.”

In the bathroom, Pat sits on the toilet seat as the shower runs. Jordyn enters, still in her pajamas. “All right honey, arms up,” Pat tells her. Jordyn lifts her arms and Pat stands up and goes to her. She lifts the shirt off of her daughter, exposing her beautiful, well developed breasts. “No bra, I notice,” Pat quips. Jordyn rolls her eyes. “Bottoms down.” Jordyn pulls her PJ bottoms and panties down. She steps out of them and puts them in the corner. Jordyn puts her hand over her crotch and tries to cover her breasts. “Honey, put your arms down. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I gave birth to you. I changed your diapers.” “Yeah, when I was a baby. I’m 19 now.” “I know. You’re growing up so fast.” Pat sticks her hand in the water. “Nice and hot,” she says, “but not hot enough to burn yourself. Now get in.” Jordyn carefully steps in the shower.

Pat then removes her shirt, revealing her white bra. She unhooks the bra, exposing her large, surprisingly gorgeous breasts. Jordyn averts her eyes. Pat then pulls down her jeans and white panties, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic region. Pat steps in the shower with Jordyn. Pat grabs the soap and applies it to a loofah. “I know I don’t like you girls taking hot showers, as you could burn yourself, but I’ll make an exception. The steam should act as a decongestant.” “Gee, thanks,” Jordyn sarcastically quips. “I can detect the sarcasm,” Pat responds. “This is so weird. I’m showering with my mom and we’re both naked,” Jordyn tells her. “Well, how else would you take a shower?” Pat jokes. “Plus, it’s not weird. We’re both women.” Pat gestures to her vagina. “This is where you and your brother and sister came from.” “Ew,” Jordyn cringes. “If I could stuff each of you back up into my uterus each night to keep warm, I would do it in a heartbeat. Even if that meant going through labor every morning to push you out.” “That’s disgusting,” Jordyn tells her. “One day, when you have kids, you’ll understand.” “Whatever,” Jordyn rolls her eyes. Pat proceeds to loofah every inch of her daughter, before doing the same to herself. She then washes Jordyn’s hair with no-tear baby shampoo, before drying both of them off.

A couple of hours later, Jordyn and Pat are in the living room, watching TV when the doorbell rings. Pat goes to answer the door, to find her mother, Eve, standing their with a pan in hand. “Hi, honey,” Eve says. “Hi, mom,” Pat replies. “What, no hug?” Eve asks. “I’m sorry, mom, Jordyn and I are sick.” Pat moves over so Eve can see Jordyn sitting on the couch. “Hi, Grandma,” Jordyn chimes in. “Hi, sweetie,” she responds. “I just came by to return the pan I borrowed from you on Christmas,” Eve informs her. Pat takes the pan. “Thank you.” Eve puts a hand on her daughter’s forehead. “You’re warm,” she tells Pat. “I’m staying with you for the time being. I need to make sure you two are okay.” “That’s really not necessary. We can take care of ourselves,” Pat argues. “I know, but you’re my girls. No matter how old you get, I’ll be here to take care of you. Where do you keep the thermometer?” Eve asks. “Master bathroom,” Pat answers, confused. Eve makes her way inside. “Why don’t you two go lie on your beds and I’ll be right in with the thermometer?” “No. Mom. That’s not necessary.” “Honey, do as I say,” Eve says, sternly. Pat looks at Jordyn. “Go lie on your bed.” “Fine,” Jordyn reluctantly responds, before going to her room.

Pat lies face down on her bed. Eve emerges from the bathroom with the thermometer and vaseline. “Mom, you know I can take my own temp, right?” Pat asks. “I know you’re a big girl, but I was a nurse for fifty years. Taking care of you is my job. Now just relax.” Eve makes her way to the bed. “Can you unbutton your jeans and pull them down?” Eve asks. Pat unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down. “Thank you.” Eve grasps the waistband of her daughter’s panties and pulls them down. She rubs vaseline on the tip of the thermometer and spreads her butt cheeks. “Okay, baby, don’t squirm. You always were a squirmer. It’s going in.” Eve inserts the thermometer into Pat’s recently fucked asshole. They make small talk as the thermometer registers. “How long do you think you’ll stay here?” Pat asks. “Probably just till Joe gets home,” Eve responds. At the same time Pat had a thermometer sticking out of her ass, Jenny arrived home. Seeing nobody in the living room, she makes her way to Pat’s room. “Mom, I’m home,” she announces. “Oh my God!” She yells, as she sees her mom through the open door. “Hi, Jenny,” Eve casually says. “Uh, hi.” “Why don’t you go wait in your room with your sister?” Eve recommends. “Okay.” Looking away, Jenny enters her bedroom. “All right, baby. It’s been five minutes. Let’s check your temp.” Eve pulls the thermometer out of her daughter’s behind. Eve goes to wash it and Pat pulls her pants up. Eve then makes her way to Jordyn and Jenny’s room.

Jordyn and Jenny lie on their adjoining beds when Eve enters with the thermometer, vaseline, and tissues. “Jenny, your mom says you were sick and now you’re better, but I still want to check your temp to make sure you don’t have a fever,” Pat explains. “Okay,” Jenny gives in. “Now, I’m sure your mom and your pediatrician take your temp in your bottom. It is the most accurate way. I took your mom’s temp like this every time she was sick.” “I saw that,” Jenny quips. “Now, there is a way we took temps like this for children at the hospital. I know you’re big girls at 19, but nonetheless, you’re still children to me. So what I want you to do, is both of you, take off your jeans and your panties and lie on the bed.” The girls do what they are told. They take off their pants and panties. Eve watches innocently. “Jordyn Lynn!” Eve exclaims. “I can’t believe you would shave down there,” she quips, noticing Jordyn’s shaved pussy. “I used to tell your mother that only naughty girls shaved down there.” “Sorry,” Jordyn apologizes, half sincere. “Jordyn, lie on your back and put your knees in the air. This is how we take a child’s temp.” Jordyn does what she is told and lifts her legs in the air. Now in diaper position, Eve lubricates the thermometer. “Now, baby, it is going into your rectum, but it won’t hurt.” With that, Eve inserts the thermometer. “I can’t believe you would shave. So naughty,” Eve tells her granddaughter. Eve lightly spanks Jordyn’s cheeks. After five minutes, she removes the thermometer and reads it. “99.9. Sorta high. I’ll get the suppositories after I take Jenny’s temp. Keep your bottoms off.”

Eve takes the thermometer and wipes it off. “All right, Jenny, same position,” Eve tells her. Jenny gets into diaper position. “I’m glad you at least have the decency not to shave.” Eve applies vaseline to the tip of the thermometer. “All right, Jenny, the thermometer is going in.” Eve inserts the thermometer into Jenny’s plump rectum. The three make small talk for five minutes, with Eve asking invasive questions about their love lives or their period. After five minutes, Eve takes out the thermometer and announces, “98.6. No fever. You can get dressed.” Jordyn puts on her panties and jeans. “I’ll be right back with the Tylenol, Jordyn,” Eve tells her. Eve exits, cleans the thermometer, and returns with the suppository. “Okay, honey. This may feel uncomfortable, like the thermometer, but it will help bring your fever down.” With that, Eve inserts the suppository and pushes it in until it melts. “Good girl. You can get dressed.” Jordyn puts her pants on and goes back to the living room to watch television. True to her word, Eve did stay till Joe got home, making sure her girls were okay.

The End.