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Author: J Boswell
Story title: "Mom's Healing Love"
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The offensive player ran towards the goal and the goalie
lunged out of the crease to meet him. The stick whipped the
ball at the net just as the attacker was crushed between the
goalie and a defensive player closing from the other side.
The ball pinged off the crossbar and bounced towards the out
of bounds line. The crowd became deathly silent after their
collective "OH!" The slim offensive lacrosse player had
slumped to the turf and the two huge defenders who had liter-
ally crushed him between them and their sticks ran after the
ball. The whistle blew as the downed player remained
motionless.
I remember running down, onto to the field and watching
them carefully lift the lacrosse player onto a stretcher and
into the waiting ambulance. I climbed in after the paramedic
and looked down at my son's mud-stained face. He smiled up at
me, weakly.
"Sorry you had to see that, Mom."
I smiled back, "I'm sorry I had to see it, too, Honey.
We'll be at the hospital, soon. Just rest."
It was still early and the emergency room was empty. They
wheeled Matty into a cubicle as I filled out the forms and waited.
And thought.
Divorced, now, for over three years, I was still enjoying
being a single parent but missed the added support of Matty's
father at a time like this. Allen, my ex, was now living in
California, and only saw Matty for a few weeks in the summer.
So, it was just me. Me and Matty.
He was in his freshman year of high school, and had just
turned 14. Afraid of "mothering" him too much, I bit my tongue
earlier in the year when he told me he was going to try-out for
his small prep school's championship varsity lacrosse team in his
freshman year. All that Fall and Winter I watched him run and
work out with weights. I marveled at his commitment and hard
work and it paid off -- he was the last player who made the team.
Being the only freshman on the team, he was the brunt of the
tricks and practical jokes played by the older players, but Matty
hung in there. I became his number one fan, never missing a game
and rooting the team on; but always afraid that something like
this would happen.
Finally, a doctor approached.
"Mrs. Lawrence? I'm Doctor Fox, sports medicine clinic."
"Yes. How is Matt?"
"Oh, he'll be fine. He must have really taken a shot out
there. His collarbone is broken on the right side, and the four
fingers on his left hand are broken. I'm assuming he lost his
glove in the collision and his hand got stepped on or caught
between two sticks after the hit. Other than that and a few
assorted bruises, he's fine."
"That doesn't sound fine to me, doctor."
"I played lacrosse, too, Mrs. Lawrence, and I can assure you
that with that strong, young, healthy body, he's already begun the
mending process. The worst part about all of this will be the
inconvenience. Either injury, the broken collarbone or the broken
fingers, alone, would be difficult. Together, Matt's soon going to
find out that there are a lot of things he won't be able to do for
himself, for a while. He'll need a lot of help. You might even
want to consider hiring help." He went on, explaining the pre-
scriptions and the casts until Matty emerged from the room, pale,
but walking.
I retrieved his torn jersey and we left the Emergency Room.
My car was still at the school's field, so we took a cab home
from the hospital. Matty had been given a pain-killer that was
making him drowsy, so I followed him into his bedroom.
"I'm okay, Mom. I can manage."
I smiled and shook my head, "And just how do you think
you'll manage? One arm is in a sling, and the other is in a
sling AND a cast. Are you THAT good with your toes?"
We both laughed and I gently sat him down on his desk chair.
I removed his muddy shoes and socks and shorts. He was falling
asleep as I worked, and I helped him into his bed, still dirty
and sweaty from the game. He was already asleep as I removed
his rib-protector pads and his jock strap. I showered, canceled
my date with Richard for that evening, made myself an herbal tea
and returned to Matty's room, worried about him being able to
sleep. I didn't need to worry.
"Mom. Yo, Mom! Time to get up!"
I had fallen asleep in the chair and my body ached with
stiffness as I tried to move. "I sure hope you slept better
than I did, Matt."
"I must have been really doped up because I barely remember
riding in the cab."
I stood up and walked to the bed. As I did, I noticed the
covers tented up over Matty's penis. He saw me looking and
blushed a deep red.
"Oh, Matty, don't be embarrassed. I know what it is. It's
a morning erection and every teenage guy has them. If you woke
up a morning without one, you would probably be dead!
"Listen, Honey, you heard what Doctor Fox said. He warned
us about how tough these next few weeks are going to be. I
promise to respect your privacy as much as possible, but I think
modesty can pretty much go out the window for a little while.
It's just the two of us, Matt. Let's try it, and if you're too
uncomfortable, I'll see if I can maybe hire someone to take care
of you. Besides, I'm the one that cleaned your dirty diapers.
You don't have many secrets from your old Mother, Matty. Let's
just try to relax and get through this, okay?"
"Sure, Mom, but you don't have to hire anybody. I'm just a
little embarrassed. I'd probably feel worse if it was a
stranger."
"I understand, Matty. Really I do."
I helped him gingerly get out of bed and walk into the
bathroom.
"Do you have to go to the bathroom, Matty?"
"Umm, I can't until this goes down, or I go in the shower."
"Men," I thought, "can and will go anywhere!"
I put a plastic bag over the cast on his left hand and then
Matty stepped into the shower stall and I reached around him to
turn the water on.
"UGH!!" Matty bumped his shoulder into the wall and moaned
with the pain.
"I think we better move into my room, Dear. Your shower
stall is just too small, and I don't want to hurt you." He had
paled with the pain and merely nodded. The bath in the Master
suite was large and had an oversize tub and shower.
He was still erect, so he immediately stepped into the
shower. I turned the water on and stepped back. It took me
a second to realize that Matty was just as helpless here, and
that I was going to have to wash him. I grabbed the soap and
tried to wash off the sweat and dirt with the gentlest of touches.
His legs were the easiest because I didn't have to be so careful.
My white cotton T-shirt nightie was soaking wet from the
shower and splashes, and clung to my breasts and thighs and
stomach like a nearly transparent second skin. Everything I had
was on display and I could feel my son's eyes on me. I was going
to have to find something else to wear for Matty's next shower!
I had worked my way up Matty's thighs, and the only part of
him left to wash was his genital area. I soaped my hands and
looked up at him, "Just relax, now. Okay?"
He gave me a tight little nod and I soaped his testicles and
then his erect penis. With a loud, sudden exhale of breath, Matty
ejaculated forcefully, spraying my neck and wet chest with his
semen. After my initial surprised flinch, I gently stroked him
several more times with my soapy hands until he stopped oozing
his cum.
"Oh, Mom! I'm so sorry! Mom! I'm sorry that happened!
I couldn't help it!"
"It's all right, Dear. Please calm down and relax. I under-
stand. Really. Besides, I was a teenager once. I remember those
hormones raging."
He rinsed himself under the warm stream and I turned off the
water. I grabbed a towel and began to gently dry him. As I
patted him dry, I realized that he really had a wonderful body.
Still smooth and nearly hairless, he was tan and firm. Already
far taller than me, he was just under six feet tall, his newly
developed muscles were impressive and his wide shoulders tapered
down into a narrow waist. And the girls were going to just love
his firm tush!
By the time he was dry, he was semi-rigid again, and I shook
my head in wonderment at a teenage boy's "recuperative" powers.
We laughed as we figured out how to put his soft cast on for
his collarbone. It was a strange, padded strap that fit around
his arms like a figure-8, or a detective's holster, and it had to
be worn at all times, other than in the shower. I tightened the
strap in the back, until Matty sucked in air, wincing with the
pain. He also had to wear a sling on his right arm to protect
him from jiggling the shoulder. The sling on his left arm was
to keep the cast and broken fingers elevated. It was a pretty
pathetic situation for a 14-year-old boy.
It was Saturday, so we decided pajama bottoms and a robe
would be all right. Then he went downstairs and I peeled off the
wet cotton T-shirt, showered and dressed in jeans and sweatshirt.
Matty tried, but I had to help him eat his breakfast by
feeding him. Drinks were no problem in a glass with a straw.
I was just finishing the dishes when the doorbell rang and the coach
and a few guys from the lacrosse team showed up. I retreated into
the kitchen as they discussed the game and Matty's injury.
The coach and kids were still there when Richard showed up
with some videos he had rented for Matty. He had been very
understanding the night before when I had canceled our date and
I was happy to see him. We had been dating for a few months and
I think we both felt comfortable, if not "in love" with each
other.
I asked him to drive me to the school so I could pick up my car,
and when we were in the car, Richard suggested a "quick detour"
to his house, but I declined. I wasn't ready to leave Matty
that long, and Richard said he understood.
In the three years since my divorce, Richard was only the
second man I had dated to the point of physical intimacy. I had
been very careful with the men I had dated, protecting my body
and health. I had also protected Matty and had never made love
to any of them at my home. Their homes or motels were fine, but
I had never wanted to risk Matty seeing me intimate with anyone.
I didn't want him thinking about me in that way.
At the deserted school parking lot, Richard and I shared
a kiss that quickly grew hotter and hotter, until his hands
were under my shirt and bra and caressing my aching breasts.
My nipples hardened as he squeezed them and I melted into his
embrace.
Feeling like I was back in high school, I looked around at
the empty fields and then lowered my head to Richard's lap. I
opened his pants and released his erect cock, licking its smooth,
pink head. I stroked his hard length a few times (reminding
myself that Richard's was the SECOND cock I had held in my hands
that day!) and then opened my mouth and sucked his hot flesh
into my mouth. Just a few deep plunges into my mouth, and I
soon felt him tense in my hand. He came quickly, shooting his
warm cum into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked him until
there was no more cum and gently replaced his softening penis
in his shorts, zipped him back up and kissed him on the cheek.
I then lowered the zipper on my jeans, but as his hand
approached my crotch, a gaggle of soccer players ran down the
hill to start a practice. I zipped up and opened the car door.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted! Be sure to stay in
touch, Dear. I'm sure I'll be house bound for a little while,
but I want to hear from you. Thanks for the ride, Richard."
He smiled and waved and made the "A-okay" sign as he
drove off.
The crowd was gone when I got home, and Matty wasn't
on the sofa.
"Matty?"
"Mom? I'm glad you're home! I need help!"
Matty was sitting on the toilet and was unable to
clean himself.
"How did you get your pajamas down?"
"I used my feet to pull them down, Mom. I didn't have
much choice!"
"Oh, Matty! I'm so sorry. How long have you been
sitting here?"
"I don't know, but both my legs are asleep!"
We both laughed as I cleaned him and helped him hobble back
into the family room and onto the sofa. "I didn't even think
about being so helpless when I go to the bathroom, Mom. I feel
terrible that you have to help me there, too!"
"Now, Matty, I'm only going to say this one more time --
relax! I'm your Mom, and I love you, and there isn't a thing
in the world that I wouldn't do for you. Enjoy it. Dr. Fox
says you'll mend quickly, and then you'll lose your own
personal slave. Okay?"
Matt smiled and nodded, "Okay. But don't ever leave me
alone, again, if you can help it. I didn't like it when you
were gone."
I helped Matty into the TV room, switched on a baseball
game and I started my weekend chores. After a late lunch
hand-fed to Matty), the two of us watched a movie on cable.
It was a dumb story about some high school kids getting into
stupid situations, but I figured its appeal for Matty and
every other teenage boy was the appearance of a different bare-
breasted,
blonde, beach-bunny every ten minutes or so.
As the credits were rolling, Matty said, "What did you mean,
today,
when you said about being a teenager and raging hormones, Mom?"
Whoever said "discretion is the better part of valor" was
right, because that's the tact I chose to answer Matty's
question. I had good reason to be VERY discrete!
In fact, I had been introduced to sex by my Mother's
younger brother just after my twelfth birthday (he was 19
or 20), and I progressed from there to being outrageously
promiscuous through my last couple of years in grammar school,
and all through high school. It was the 70's (SEX, drugs and
rock and roll, man!) and I'm sure I must have set some kind
of record for the number of boys and men I had.
But now, 33 years old, divorced, a respected career woman,
living in the "right" neighborhood, member of the PTA Board,
community volunteer, and "Super Mom," I sure wasn't going to
go into any of those sordid details! Besides, Matty didn't
want to hear THAT about his mother!
"I just meant that I dated guys in high school and
college and I remember a few...ah...consistencies among them.
Not that I ever did anything!"
He smiled, but went on, "I was just wondering if you...
you know... ever fooled around...before Dad came along."
"Hmm... Matty, I think you should know all there is
to know about your parents, and I want to be totally honest
with you. I've `fooled around' once in my life, and that was
exactly 9 months before you were born!"
"Oh, Mom!"
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