Chapter 5
Caroline and Joan showed up bright and early the next morning to take Sam home. An orderly wheeled him out to the curb in a wheelchair. Sam was a bit embarrassed at this, but he still did feel strangely weak, so he didn't protest too much.

When they got home his mother installed him on the sofa with a blanket and a pile of pillows to prop him up. Both she and his sister were particularly nice to him all day, fetching him things to read, drinks, and meals on a tray. Sam was pleased to realize how much he really meant to both of them. Not, he thought ruefully, that this kid-glove treatment was likely to last once he was fully recovered.

It was a quiet day. Caroline spent most of the time puttering around the house, doing housework that she'd been putting off for a while, paying bills. Joan stayed home as well, rather than going out with her friends. She helped with the housework, and brought her homework downstairs so that she could keep Sam company while she did it.

"Gina said that she would give me the homework you've missed tomorrow," Joan said. "That way you can get a head start on making it up."

"Don't remind me," Sam said with a groan. "I missed a test last week, and I'll bet Mrs. Gray won't be thrilled at having to make up another one for me."

Joan laughed, and rumpled his hair affectionately. "You just like to complain. Normally you say that algebra is so easy it's boring."

It being a Sunday, the three of them sat on the couch and watched "The X-Files" together. Sam noticed once again how very attractive both his mother and sister were as they sat on either side of him. In fact, they were both unconsciously leaning against him. After a while he put his arms around their shoulders; rather than protesting, they leaned into him, staying that way until the end of the show.

It was even more embarrassing to have the two of them help him up to his room at bedtime, but by the time Sam crawled into bed his legs were trembling. Apparently it would take a little while longer before he was completely recovered.

"Unfortunately, I have to go to work tomorrow," Caroline said, tucking the blanket up to his chin as if he were still a little boy. "And Joan can't miss school. But I talked to Mrs. Severson, and she said she would come over during the day to check on you, and get you lunch."

"I'll be fine," Sam said. "She doesn't need to do that."

"We still don't know what happened," Caroline said firmly, "and she was happy to help. If you're feeling better you can probably go back to school on Tuesday. Now, get some sleep."

She leaned over to kiss him good night. Instead of her usual kiss on the cheek, this time she kissed him warmly on the lips. To his even greater surprise, Joan also leaned over and kissed him.

"Sleep well, squirt," she said, and the two of them left the room.

Sam thought, with a little regret, of Jenny back at the hospital; but he quickly fell asleep even without her assistance.

The next day his mother helped him back down to the couch and made him comfortable before she and Joan left. Sam felt stronger, but still not quite back to his old self, and the faint rumbling in his head was still there, though now he barely noticed it. He looked forward to a rather dull day, but at least he had a good-sized stack of books and magazines to read.

Mrs. Severson showed up at about 11:30 to check on him. Sam was deep into a book by then, but he looked up and put it aside when he heard the scratch of the spare key in the lock and the door opening. Their neighbor was a pleasant woman in her mid-thirties, dark blonde and short with a very curvy figure. Sam rarely found her company very interesting, though his mother was friendly with her and he was always polite. Mrs. Severson's husband was older than her, graying and paunchy, and worked long hours at some mysterious kind of construction. He and Sam had rarely done more than nodded at each other, but Sam knew his wife, Laura, reasonably well.

It was a little embarrassing to have her checking on him, as if he needed a babysitter. But visually at least she was entertaining; Sam had more than once made surreptitious glances at her heavy breasts swaying beneath her dress.

Mrs. Severson started chatting as soon as she came in the door: exclamations over his "accident," comments about how much better he was looking, regrets about how much school he must have missed. Sam tried to answer politely, though the stream of questions and remarks hardly seemed to call for any input from him. She went into the kitchen to check his mother's provisions for lunch, then returned to make sure he was comfortable, tucking the blanket around him more closely.

She was wearing a blue checked dress that fit rather closely, and as she bent over to fuss with the blanket he could very clearly see her tits bobbing with her motions. He shifted his gaze as she looked up at him, but not quickly enough for her to fail to see the direction he had been staring. Sam blushed, but Mrs. Severson only laughed.

"Oooo, you're a naughty boy, aren't you Sam?" she said smilingly.

"I guess I am," Sam said sheepishly. "Sorry about that."

"Yes, you should be sorry," she agreed, but with amusement rather than anger. "Looking at my boobs like that. Really, very, very naughty."

Sam was a little surprised at her remark, but not as surprised as he might have been. A part of him seemed to expect her mild reaction.

"Yes, well, you have such nice boobs," he found himself saying. "I can hardly help liking them."

Mrs. Severson seemed to find this even more amusing. "So naughty!" she declared. "So, you like looking at my boobs, do you?"

"Yes," Sam agreed.

"I bet you'd like it even more if I took my dress off so you could see them better," she went on.

"Very much," Sam said.

"Well!" Mrs. Severson said, and turned around. "Since you're sick...can you reach the zipper for me?"

Sam unzipped the back of her dress, and Mrs. Severson stood and wriggled out of it. She was wearing a very serviceable white lycra bra, and turned to let him look at her. "Well?" she said challengingly.

"They're very, very nice," Sam said. "But..."

"But what?" she demanded.

"But I'd like it even better if you took your bra off."

"You really are remarkably naughty," Mrs. Severson said. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, tossing it aside. Her breasts were larger than Jenny's had been, with big dark nipples. She was now wearing only a pair of panties and tennis shoes.

"You have beautiful breasts," Sam said admiringly.

"Thank you! But I suppose you would like it even better if I let you touch them?"

"Yes."

"And kiss them, too?"

"Yes."

"And suck on my big nipples?"

"Yes, very much."

"I don't think I've ever met a boy so naughty," Mrs. Severson said, sitting by him on the edge of the couch and leaning forward. Sam spent a long time fondling her breasts, cupping them in his hands, rolling her taut nipples between his fingers, running his tongue in lazy spirals around the aureoles, drawing them far into his mouth and sucking them. Mrs. Severson kept commenting on how really naughty she thought he was, but Sam could tell how much pleasure this was giving her. After ten minutes or so her breath began coming short, and little moans started interrupting her remarks. After a bit she stopped talking altogether, merely cradling his head against her tits and groaning. Shortly afterwards a flush suddenly burst out over her skin; her muscles seemed to contract, and she gave a little cry. Sam realized that she had orgasmed from the attentions he had given her breasts.

"Well!" Mrs. Severson -- or Laura, as he was now thinking of her -- drew back a little shakily. "Since you've taken so much time with your naughtiness, I'd better get busy and make lunch." She got up and went into the kitchen, but Sam noted that she didn't bother to get dressed.

She brought him his lunch on a tray, and he sat up to eat it. Laura brought a tray for herself as well, and sat in a chair facing him. They ate together in companionable silence, Sam glancing up appreciatively from time to time to admire Laura's bare tits. He noticed that in the kitchen she'd removed her shoes and socks, so that all she wore now was a pair of panties.

Sam finished his lunch, and Laura cleared away both of their trays. When she returned, she sat back on the same chair and gave him a teasing smile.

"Well, naughty boy. Would you like some dessert?"

"I think I would," Sam said.

"Well!" Laura stood up and slid her panties off, then sat again with her legs open. Sam could see her moist pussy, looking swollen through the luxuriant thatch of her pubic hair. Laura settled down a bit more in the chair, smiling invitingly.

"Why don't you try this, then?" she asked.

Sam got up. His strength was almost completely restored, he discovered. Kneeling between her legs, he leaned forward and gave a tentative lick. Laura sighed with pleasure. He found the taste actually pleasant, and began steadily licking. Sam had read about eating women out in his magazines, but he'd never done it. Instinct seemed to guide him. He quickly had Laura moaning and begging: "Oh, yes, yes, that's just right, oh, yes, please keep going...oh..." Her fingers stroked his hair and cheeks. As her excitement mounted, Sam started sliding fingers in and out of her in time with his licks, first one finger, then two, then most of his hand. With a shriek, Laura came. Her thighs clamped down on his head spasmodically, then released. She pulled him up to her and kissed him frantically, her own juices smearing on her face. After a minute or two she calmed, her grip on him easing.

"That was...very nice, naughty boy," she said breathlessly. "But now it's time for my dessert."

Sam was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. In only a few seconds Laura had removed them and was kissing and licking over his body. Her tongue swirled over his own nipples, then she lowered and took his cock in her mouth. Jenny had done that, but not the way Laura did. She sucked steadily, moving her tongue over the head of his penis, bobbing her head to take him in and out of her mouth. Sam closed his eyes, savoring the exquisite sensations. He felt that he could last as long as he wishes, and come as many times as he liked. He let her suck him for several minutes before finally coming, a surge of semen flooding into her mouth and flowing down her throat. She swallowed as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

In spite of having just come, Sam was still perfectly hard. He withdrew from Laura's mouth. Almost roughly, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her down onto the couch, kneeling between her legs. The tip of his cock found the opening of her pussy and he pushed in. Laura gave a little groan of delight.

"Oooo, you naughty boy...putting your great big cock in my wet snatch," she gasped. "Are you trying to fuck me?"

"I am fucking you," Sam said, starting to pump in and out of her with great energy.

"That's right...you are fucking me...fucking my nice, warm cunt..." Laura was barely coherent through the haze of pleasure he was giving her. It took only a few minutes to bring her to another powerful orgasm. Sam had not come yet, but he wanted to try something different. Pulling out of her, he told Laura to roll over. Dazedly, she complied, lying on her stomach and spreading her legs. Sam parted her ass cheeks and pushed the tip of cock into her tight asshole.

Laura gave a loud grunt, but didn't resist. "The naughty boy...is going to fuck my ass..." she murmured. "Oh, he makes me feel so, so good..."

Encouraged by this, Sam pushed in further. It felt very different from her pussy, very tight, with much more friction. After only a few thrusts he came inside her powerfully. At the feel of his seed in her, Laura came again as well. The two of them lay together exhaustedly. Sam let himself soften, and pulled out of her. After resting a while, Laura stirred and got up. She fetched a damp cloth from the kitchen and cleaned them both up. Sam let his hands roam idly over her body while she did this, which she seemed to enjoy. After finishing, she quickly dressed again and prepared to leave.

"Well, I hope you're feeling better soon, Sam," Laura told him. "But if you need me to check on you again, I'd be happy to do it -- anytime."

Sam kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth as her lips parted under his. "I'll be sure to let you know...naughty girl," he said, and she was still chuckling as she left.