Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal

"Cabin crew take your seats for landing," the crisp, competent voice came over the airplane speakers.

A few minutes later, I felt the bump of the wheels on the tarmac as the Boeing 757 gently touched down.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Dulles International Airport. The local time is 10 PM."

My name is Anil and I and my mom Swetha were flying from our home in Seattle to join my dad in Virginia. My dad is a manager at Amazon, and he had recently been tasked with overseeing the buildout of the new data center in Virginia. He had left six weeks before, to start his new job and find us a home. We remained behind to finish out my junior year of high school and to celebrate my 18th birthday with my friends. The school year had finished a few weeks ago, and I had had my birthday party, and we were finally going to see my dad again.

As soon as we left the secure area, I heard my mom squeal with delight. I looked to where she was pointing and saw my dad holding a gigantic bouquet of roses! After greeting us and giving my mom the flowers, he helped us pick up our luggage and loaded it in the car. We were now on our way to our new home!

It was a big, two-story home. My dad had received an exceptionally large bonus as part of his transfer package and had used some of that money to buy brand new furniture for our home. I stared at the giant 80-inch 4K television in the living room. When I went upstairs, I noticed I had my own bedroom with my own bathroom, right next to my parent's master bedroom. This home was an upgrade from what I had been used to.

Exhausted by the trip and the three-hour time zone difference, we all said goodnight and went to bed.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, through the walls, I heard noises coming from my parents' bedroom.

I could hear my dad's low grunting and my mom moaning. Even though I never had a girlfriend and was sexually naïve, I knew they were having sex. Then after a few minutes, I heard my mom cry out. She was having an orgasm! In our previous home, my room had been on the other side of the hallway, and my parents must have been more careful, because I had never heard them having sex. The long absence from each other had probably dulled their caution and my room being next to theirs had allowed me to hear them having sex for the first time.

A strange sensation woke within me. This was the first time, I had thought of my mom as a sexual creature. As I heard her screaming in ecstasy, I couldn't help but wonder what her face looked like when she was having her orgasm.

The next day was a Saturday, and we all slept in late. When I came down for breakfast, my mom was still in her pajamas. I had never paid much attention to her body before, but after last night I looked at her in a new light. I admired her long legs in the pajama pants and the way I could see the shape of her ass. Looking at her top, I could see that it gapped open a little revealing a lacy bra underneath.

My mom caught me staring as she walked towards me carrying a large stack of pancakes. "Anil, I can see the desire in your eyes!" she remarked. I froze! Had I been that obvious? I felt ashamed for having these thoughts about my own mother.

"No matter how many times I make you pancakes, you always behave like you are starving and have never had pancakes in your life," my mom said laughing as she teased me.

A sense of relief washed over me. She thought I was staring at the pancakes. I would have to be more discrete in the future.

That evening, my dad announced that our next-door neighbors, Vinod and Kavitha had invited us over for dinner.

They were really cool people. Like a good Indian boy, I referred to them as Uncle Vinod and Aunt Kavitha. And it wasn't entirely a formality, as it turned out that Aunt Kavitha was a distant cousin of my mother's.

They told me that Aunt Kavitha was a teacher at the high school where I would be starting in the fall. I was glad that I would have at least one familiar face at the new school.

The summer flew by. One day, just a few days before school would start, I was home alone. I felt like going for a swim in the backyard pool. Having just swam the other day, I went down to the laundry room to see if my swim trunks were dry from yesterday. As I went to look in the clothes dryer, I spotted my mom's laundry basket on the floor.

I felt my heart race as I saw my mom's bra and panties on top of the clothes. I listened carefully, to make sure I was truly alone. I then gingerly reached and took the bra. "32 B," I read the size on the bra. I caressed the padded cups that I knew were touching my mom's breasts just a few hours ago. I felt an irrational twinge of jealousy towards the bra because it got to cup my mom's breasts the whole day. I then took her panties. I felt the soft lace, and feeling a strong urge, brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I caught of hint of the most intoxicating scent I had ever smelled. It woke a primal urge in me. I wondered what it would be like to smell that scent directly from mom's pussy, and not second-hand from her used pair of panties. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway brought be back to reality, and I carefully put her underwear back in the basket and grabbed my swim trunks and left the laundry room.

School started and brought with it a flurry of new activity. I met new people and made new friends. It is always hard starting at a new high school in your senior year, but by the end of the first semester, I was finding my groove. I was at the top of my class and had made an excellent score on the standardized tests.

My mom was thrilled. She had married my father when she was just 18. She was 19 when I was born. She had not pursued a career of her own but had focused on raising me. Her biggest ambition in life was for me to become a medical doctor.

So, when the guidance counselor told us about an elite five-year medical program nearby, my mom was giddy with excitement. Typically, becoming a doctor requires a four-year bachelor's degree, after which you have to apply to medical school. If you are accepted, this is followed by four years of medical school. With the five-year program, not only would I save three years, but I would not have to apply again to medical school. I would be well on my way to becoming a doctor if I could only get accepted.

As we reviewed the information on the program, I saw that my grades and test scores were competitive. However, an interview and letter of recommendation from a doctor, preferably someone associated with the school was required. By this time, Aunt Kavitha had become like a sister to my mom, and she was the first one we called. She told us that a former student of hers, Jamal, had recently graduated from that program! Would we like her to put us in touch?

Of course, we said yes! Aunt Kavitha arranged for me and my mom to meet with Dr. Jamal at the clinic where he was doing his residency after graduating from medical school. She told us to check in with the receptionist when we got there. The appointment was for the following Friday at 4 PM. My mom would pick me up at 3 PM after school and we would drive together the 1 hour to the clinic.

We carefully put together a packet detailing my background, my grades, my test scores, and my volunteer and extra-curricular activities. Then it was just a matter of waiting for Friday to come.

My mom pulled up to the school in her car, and I got in. As soon as I got in, the sweet scent of her perfume wafted over me. I looked over at my mom. She looked stunning. She was wearing a beautiful green sari. Long pearl earrings dangled from her ears. Her hair was arranged in a thick braid that hung down to her waist. She was not wearing a lot of makeup on her face. She did not need to. Although she was 37 years old, she looked at least five years younger.

I turned on the radio as we drove. Playing on the station was a song by DJ CLINT. He was a local rap artist who was starting to get famous. He was the master of double entendre. That extended to the way he wrote his name. The "L" and "I" in "CLINT" were written in such a way that if you looked at it right, it looked like a "U", making his name look like "DJ CUNT". His songs were the same way. There was nothing overt on the surface, but just below the surface was a whole lot of sexy double-meaning. Without meaning to, I got caught up in the beat, and head bobbed along.

My mom listened to a few phrases and then turned to me with a disapproving look. "Anil, change the station, at once! He is speaking of women's bodies in a very vulgar way. I am ashamed just listening to those words. How can you like that kind of music?"

Chastened by her words, I switched the station to the local public radio station, and we listened to classical music the rest of the drive.

The traffic was lighter than expected and we arrived 20 minutes early. We parked the car and entered the office. The waiting room had two doors on opposite ends. One door was labeled "Exam". The other door was labeled "Lab". The reception desk was situated behind an opening in the wall between the two doors.

The waiting room was crowded with people. We found two empty chairs next to each other and my mom had me sit down while she went to the receptionist. She said that she was here to meet Dr. Jamal at 4 PM.

"Oh, you must be Mrs.," the receptionist started and then paused as she tried to figure out how to pronounce our last name.

"Just call me Swetha," my mom said sweetly as she smiled an understanding smile.

"Thank you Swetha," said the grateful receptionist.

"I see you are scheduled for a comprehensive well-woman exam today with Dr. Jamal," remarked the receptionist.

"Oh no, there must be some mix-up. I and my son were scheduled to talk with him regarding medical school," replied my confused mother.

Just then a tall, black man in a doctor's coat came into the waiting area. He turned to my mom.

"Hi, you must be Swetha. Kavitha told me all about you. I am Dr. Jamal."

He then turned to the receptionist.

"Don't worry Kate, I just needed to put something on my schedule to block off enough time to talk with them, so I put on the comprehensive well-woman exam since it is the longest exam."

Seeing Dr. Jamal, I got up and walked over to where he and my mom were standing. With a friendly smile, he introduced himself and shook my hand.

"I am glad you came a few minutes early. The appointment just before yours cancelled, so we can talk right now."

With that he opened the door leading out of the waiting room and escorted mom and me back into the main exam area. He opened the glass door leading to his office which was across the hallway from three exam rooms.

"Please sit," he offered indicating two plush chairs in front of his desk.

After sitting down, he began to talk with us about the program. My mom handed him my packet, and we watched as he looked through it. From his expression, he seemed impressed by it.

"Well this is easy," he remarked. "You are one of the strongest candidates, I have ever seen!"

I looked over at mom. I could see her beaming with pride at me!

"I will be happy to write your recommendation. I will send it in by next week." Dr. Jamal said.

With that Dr. Jamal walked us out to the waiting room.

"Wow, that must be a new speed record for a comprehensive, well-woman exam."

I looked up to see a pretty nurse in blue scrubs, who was about to escort another patient inside.

"No Amanda, it was just for talking with Swetha and her son Anil who is going to be a doctor!" Dr. Jamal explained.

"So, you made me do all the work setting up the exam room for nothing," Amanda teased, feigning exhaustion and with a cute pout on her pretty face.

Dr. Jamal laughed.

Then he looked at his watch. "Well actually, since we have almost all the scheduled time still left, Swetha, have you had a comprehensive well-woman check in the last year?"

"No..." my mom stammered. "I know I should have one, and I am planning on it. But, we just moved here this past summer, and I haven't found a doctor yet," she attempted to explain.

"It's been over six months since you moved." Jamal chided.

"This medical program your son is applying too, takes a lot of dedication and commitment not only from him, but also from his family to support and encourage him. And part of it is modeling good health behavior. Getting regular yearly exams is really a simple and effective way to take care of your health. I really think that since you are here already and we have time, and it is so important, you should just get it done," Dr. Jamal said.

Despite having a great body, my mom has always been super modest. For as long as I have been aware, she has only ever gone to female doctors.

"Thank you, but I prefer...," my mom started to say, when Dr. Jamal interrupted her.

"I understand, Swetha. A lot of cultures, including Indian culture, look down on black people, and see us, especially black men, as incompetent, predatory, and dangerous. Even when we are doctors, they don't see us as that, unable to look past our appearance. I understand that you are uncomfortable being examined by a black doctor like me, and it is completely your choice."

My mom stood there dumbfounded. Dr. Jamal had just implied that she was racist and she viewed him as dangerous and predatory if she did not let him examine her. She looked around. A lot of people had overheard the comments and were looking at her. In addition, it would be bad form to imply that the person writing your son's recommendation letter was incompetent as a doctor.

After a moment, my mom responded.

"A doctor is a doctor. Ok, let's do it," she replied bravely. I knew she was choosing my future medical career over her shyness at being examined by a male doctor.

I wondered just what a comprehensive well-woman exam entailed.

"Amanda, can you help Swetha get ready for the exam?" Jamal asked the nurse.

"Sure thing, Dr. Jamal."

She then turned to my mom.

"Swetha, I have to get my current patient situated right now," she said referring to the patient she was escorting.

"But, as I told Dr. Jamal, I already set up an exam room for you. Go to the middle exam room, room 2, take off all your clothes including your panties and bra, and put on the gown that is on the exam table. I will be in just as soon as I can to do your preliminaries," she continued as she held the door open for my mom and the other patient.

I found a chair in the waiting room and sat down, as my mom walked with Dr. Jamal and Amanda through the door into hallway with the exam rooms.

I was in shock. Dr. Jamal had only met my mom thirty minutes ago, and now she was willingly going to strip naked for him to examine her! At least she would have a gown on.

Fifteen minutes slowly went by when the door opened and Amanda and my mom came out. "Swetha, we just need to draw some bloodwork," Amanda explained as she led my mom through the crowded waiting room towards the door marked "Lab".

I looked at my mom in shock! The gown they had given her was barely sufficient for modesty. It was short, reaching only her midthigh, exposing the full beauty of her legs and thighs. Mom didn't even dress like this at home when just me and my dad were around. It was also very thin, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples against the fabric. Finally, it was open in the back. Well it would have been open in the back if my mom hadn't had her hands behind her back carefully holding the gown closed.

I could see my mom blush as she saw everyone in the waiting room. Her eyes met mine, and I saw her face redden even more as she knew I was witnessing her embarrassment. Amanda held the door open to the lab and let my mom in.

About ten minutes later the door opened and my mom walked out. I saw that she was using a gauze in her right hand to hold pressure on the spot where the blood had been drawn from a vein in her left arm. This had the effect that it was impossible for her to reach behind and hold her gown closed. Fortunately, she was accompanied by a male lab tech holding the gown closed for her. I wondered if he had gotten a chance to see my mom's naked ass before he had closed the gown.

The two of them walked across the waiting room to the door marked "Exam".

"Kate, can you buzz us in please," the lab tech asked the receptionist.

I saw the receptionist push a button and heard a click as the door unlocked.

Apparently you had to open the door quickly once it was unlocked, because I saw the tech in an automatic Pavlovian response rush ahead of my mom and grab the handle with both hands and yank the door open as soon as he heard the click.

Of course, this meant that he stopped holding her gown closed. I saw my mom freeze as she felt the gown coming open exposing her backside. I saw her ass cheeks clench in embarrassment.

Time seemed to slow down for me, as I stared at my mom's exposure. She had indeed done as the nurse asked and taken off her bra and panties before putting on the gown. On her delicate skin, I could see the marks on her back from the bra straps. Looking down further to her waist and ass, I saw the marks from the elastic of her panties.

I stared at her naked ass. This was the first time I could remember ever seeing any of her private parts exposed. I looked at all the other people in the waiting room, including an old man who was sitting next to me staring open mouthed at my mom's ass. I felt sympathy and shame on behalf of my mother being exposed to them. But at the same time, a part of me felt glad that this exposure happened.

My mom tried to get a hand behind her to close the gown, but it was impossible without releasing the pressure on the blood draw site.

After a few seconds, she realized that the best way to end her exposure was to walk through the door into the exam area. I saw her ass ripple and then with a slight jiggle, she walked through the door. As she passed the lab tech, he realized his mistake. "Sorry," he apologized as he once again closed her gown. Talk about closing the stable door after the horse has bolted!

As the door closed, I realized that I had been holding my breath this whole time. My heart pounded and I felt faint. I wondered what else was in store for my mom.

A few minutes later, Amanda entered the waiting room to call another patient back. However, just as she was about to call for the patient, the receptionist interrupted her.

"Hey Amanda, could you chaperone Dr. Jamal as he does the breast and pelvic exams in room 2?" the receptionist asked.

"Sure, Kate, let me just put my patient in an exam room, and I will join Dr. Jamal in room 2." Amanda replied.

Room 2. That was my mom's exam room! Jamal was soon going to be seeing my mom naked! Breast exam was self-explanatory, but I did not quite know what a pelvic exam was. I pulled out my phone and did a quick search. The images on my phone caused my mouth to drop open. Do women really expose themselves like that to a doctor? More specifically, was my mom going to be exposing herself like that in a few minutes to Dr. Jamal, someone she had met less than an hour beforehand?

The old man next to me glanced at the images on my phone. "I should have studied harder and become a doctor!" he remarked.

The waiting room was almost empty by the time my mom stepped out fully dressed once again in her sari. She was glad that she did not have to face anybody other than me who had seen her in her short, open gown. She went up to the receptionist to checkout.

Just then Dr. Jamal came out.

"Swetha, after finishing your exam, I was talking on the phone with one of my friends who is on the admissions committee about Anil. Some important points were brought up that I would like to talk with you and Anil about. Can you join me in my office?" he asked.