My Job: Fix Mom's Bestie

"If not, I would've gotten a chance to experience that kind of pleasure by now…" I muttered sadly.

Ms. Lawson looked at me in disbelief. "Liam, you… Are you still a…"

I sighed and nodded helplessly. "Yes."

Ms. Lawson fell silent after that. Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, my mind went blank, and I blurted out, "I really want to experience that kind of pleasure. Can you help me?"

She looked at me, surprised. "Liam, do you… Do you know what you're saying?"

I smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I do. Didn't you say I have a top-notch specimen? Don't you want to try it?"

Then, I pouted, looking hurt. "Or were you just comforting me just now and humoring me?"

"Everything I said is true! I'm not lying to you!" she quickly explained.

"Okay… I believe you. So…" I looked at Ms. Lawson expectantly. "Does that mean you agree?"

Ms. Lawson fell silent again. Her gaze was full of longing, but she wore a conflicted expression.

After a long moment, she sighed and said quietly, "Liam, your mother and I are good friends. I watched you grow up. I… Although I may want to, my conscience doesn't allow it. Now, be good, and pull your zipper back up. Let's… Let's continue…"

I nodded, looking disappointed. "Okay."

After pulling my zipper up, I asked Ms. Lawson where we had left off.

She paused for a moment, then said, "I don't remember…"

"Oh, wait. I remember—we were talking about size," I said calmly while pushing my glasses up. "Since it's not a size issue, it could also be that there's something inside you…

"Please undress so I can use an instrument to examine you."

This time, Ms. Lawson didn't refuse. She sat up, lifted her skirt to her waist, then lay back down on the bed.

Throughout the whole process, she kept her head turned completely to the other side, not looking at me.

I felt like laughing. Wasn't this just self-deception?

When I caught sight of the wet patch on Ms. Lawson's underwear, the smile at the corner of my mouth vanished instantly.

I stared deeply at her crotch and said in a hoarse voice, "Ms. Lawson, didn't you say you… couldn't get wet…"

I scraped it with my fingertip and held it up to her. "Then, what's this?"

She looked at the thin, glistening wetness between my fingers, and she blushed hard.

"Liam! You're… You're so mean!"

Ms. Lawson suddenly clamped her legs shut and said coyly, "Hmph! Now that you're teasing me like this, I don't want you to examine me anymore."

Upon hearing Ms. Lawson say she wanted a female doctor instead, I got anxious and quickly apologized in a soft voice.

Ms. Lawson huffed and turned her head away.

With trembling hands, I parted her legs and asked, "Can you feel anything?"

Two rapid gasps sounded in my ears. I suppressed the throbbing ache in my lower abdomen and asked the question again, but she didn't answer.

I pushed my hand a little further forward. In the next instant, a shaky cry echoed next to my ear.