Greg went back into the house, confused and worried. He poured himself a drink and looked around. There – Madelyn's purse was in the kitchen, but he... phone wasn’t in it. So she must have gone out, but where? His nose twitched, what was that smell... bananas?He slammed his glass down. Fuck. Bananas. Madelyn had said she was going to bake a banana cake and take it next door. So that's where she was, annoying the neighbors and forgetting to cook dinner. Damnitall, it was time for him to put his. After dinner I told Kim to go pack for her trip and I would help clean up after dinner. Hazel and I cleared the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Hazel then turned toward me and placed her hand aside my face as she drew me closer and kissed my cheek, then said "Thank you for your help." I felt a little embarrassed but passed it.I then headed off to help Kim pack for her trip. I found her dashing around the room almost in a panic, tossing clothes everywhere. It was not until she heard me. My pants were getting tighter, and I suddenly felt full.“Go on.” Mom said, “finish your food”“No ma, I’m full” I said, wiping my mouth.I usually take my plate to the sink, but that day, mom picked up the plate. While she did it, she deliberately pushed her breasts on my shoulders. I could feel those soft, spongy tits pressing against my shoulders, which made my dick rage further.Mom was standing by the sink, washing vessels. She had a great structure for a woman her age. I began to rub my dick. What new and diabolical torture was fiendish enough, *painful* enough to put a smile on *that* woman's face. She fought back a shudder and tried to return that frightening smile. "Ummm. . . good morning, Nurse Ellison." Oh, you can call me Donna, Elaine."That *really* made Elaine worry because almost the first thing the nurse had told Elaine once Doctor Evans had left them alone was not to get too familiar. "You may call me Nurse or Lieutenant Ellison, young lady." and her tone had been.