I was conferring with my sister, who like me is also a doctor, when our receptionist Stacey came in with some charts for us. She looked a bit upset, and when we asked why, she explained that one of the patients, a Mr Rogers, in the waiting room had been making one fat joke after another, rather loudly.

Stacey was a large girl, maybe a size 20, but was very attractive. I had often looked down her top at her ample breasts and thought about the naughty fun I could have with her. Maybe one day. But she was not just our employee in our family firm, but a friend.We often went for drinks after work, and had lunch or dinner many times. She was great fun,and clearly very intelligent.

Cheryl, my 51 year old older sister just looked me in the eye and winked.

“Send him in to me , Stacey”. Stacey protested and said she would rather neither of us said anything. Cheryl said she just wanted to get rid of him and would say nothing of his behavior.

So Stacey called him in to consulting room 2, Cheryls.

When Mr Rogers came in he walked in like he was Gods gift to women, and in fairness he was tall and good looking.

He explained that he had a rash in his groin area, from sweat he said, probably from the running he did, 10 miles a day he said, at least, and 6 days a week. He said just prescribe me a cream, and be gone.

Cheryl told him to drop his trousers and underwear so she could have a look.

“If you like he said”, and in one quick movement, his balls and penis were in view.He was a decent size, about 4 to 5 inches, and maybe semi hard. He wanted Stacey to see.

“Oh she said, well it is cold in here”. “What do you mean”, Mr Rogers said. Cheryl had left our intercom on so not only could I hear, but so could Mum in room one, which she and dad used when either of them were in.Both were in their late 70s, but still worked occasionally, in the health clinic that they in fact opened more that 30 years previous.

Cheryl took Mr Rogers penis in her hand and said she would just check for lumps etc. He told her to go ahead, he wasn’t shy. “Or big”, said Cheryl,never mind.Cough please”.

“What…what…he replied.

“Cough please”, said Cheryl.He coughed. I don’t like the look of this , she told him. “I’ll get a second opinion”,and she called me in and asked me to have a look.

I went over to him.He still had his trousers and shorts down around his ankles. She asked me what I thought. I peered at his now fully soft cock.”Not much”, I said and asked him how long he was having erectile problems.

He told me he wasn’t and he just had a small rash. “Yes,” I said, “it is small, I need a another more experienced opinion. I called mum in, who had of course been listening.

Mum came in and we asked her to have a look.She said she could of course prescribe something to make him hard,but there was nothing we could do about the size.I coughed to hide a giggle, and luckily for Cheryl, she was behind him as she bent over in silent laughter,biting her hand to keep quiet.

Mr Rogers insisted he hadn’t got any problem getting hard, and had never had any problems getting hard.

Mum asked to see. “What ? “, he spluttered, “that’s hardly professional”. Mum told him if he couldn’t, she could prescribe viagra.

Mr Rogers to his credit started pulling his cock and rubbed himself to a decent semi, and with a grin, said see, no problemo ladies.

A lot of men couldn’t have done that in the circumstances, so I know I was certainly impressed. So was mum it seemed because she said she needed a closer look.

Just then Stacy knocked on the door and said Mr Rogers was the last patient in so she was leaving. I called her in and winked at her , and started asking her some work related questions, just to keep her in the room.

Mr Rogers turned his head to see what was going on.He blushed when he saw Stacey, maybe because of what he said earlier, or maybe because a 70+ year old woman was on her knees in front of him, with his cock in her hand.

He turned back around. Now Stacey and I , and Cheryl were behind him and mum. Mum still had his cock in her hand and was gently massaging it.She asked him if that was sore.He told her no and insisted he was only here about a rash and actually maybe he would just get some sudocreme in the chemist. Still mam asked him questions about his general health, and his diet, all very professional. Still she massaged his now hard cock.

“Please”, he said , “I’m….em… I need to go”. Mum asked about his sex life which he said was great, 6 or 7 nights a week. Mum asked what positions he copulated in,did he enjoy oral or anal. Mr Rogers stuttered in reply, barely able to talk.

“Please”, he said,”you need to stop”, “Sop what” asked mum, who was now pumping his cock.”Oh yes”, she said.”You’re right, everything does seem to be working very well”.

Mum asked us to see if we concurred.We came around to see mum wanking him off.Stacey came too. And Mr Rogers also came, right over mums breasts which were covered in a lovely sensibly jumper, with only a hint of cleavage showing. “Oh yes”, said mum,”I don’t see anything irregular there at all.Dr McLoughlin, could you get me some tissues please”, she said looking at me,”Mr Rogers had a slight discharge, but it’s quite normal in the circumstances.”

She wiped his cum of her chin and chest and told Mr Rogers to dress himself.She kept talking in a professional manner as if everything was normal as anything.She told him she would prescribe a hydrocortisone cream for the rash and if it persisted, to make an appointment for either of the girls, indicating myself and Cheryl. As he walked through her office door she looked him in the eye and said, “or myself, if you prefer”, and left.

Mr Rogers quickly left also, without paying.That wouldn’t be a problem, Stacey had his address and phone number.

We presumed he would be a lot more polite when he returned, if he returned.

The End.