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Author: J Boswell
Story title: "Mom's Healing Love"
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- - - Part Two - - -
We managed to get through the rest of the day and
that night but I still didn't get to sleep in my own
bed. Without the pain-killer that the hospital had
given Matty, sleeping was almost impossible for him. I
stayed awake as much as I could, forcing him to stay
on his back whenever he tried to roll onto his right
side. When the sun came up, I was exhausted.
I climbed out of Matty's bed and dressed in a bath-
ing suit and robe before I woke him.
In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matty saw my
bathing suit and smiled, "I thought you said we had to
throw modesty out the window for a while?"
"We did -- yours! I'm the Mother and I get to wear
a bathing suit."
As the shower progressed, Matty became erect again.
After washing his genitals, the skin on his penis was
taut and glowing pink. I was stuck about what to do.
Part of me wanted to turn the shower off and dress him,
while the other part sympathized with his predicament.
Without saying anything to Matty about my thoughts,
I grabbed one of my moisturizing lotions and began rub-
bing it on his chest.
"This should feel good, and it will keep your skin
from drying out." Looking only at my hands, I rubbed
more on his thighs and then, finally, his penis. The
lotion was warm and slippery and Matty began ejaculat-
ing almost immediately. Iwaited for him to finish and
then rinsed him off.
After I dressed him, I showered and that was the
last thing I remembered until I felt Matty shaking me
and almost yelling, "Mom! Mom! It's the phone. Dr.
Fox is on the phone and wants to talk to you!"
I woke up and realized that I was lying on my back
on my bed, stark naked, with my wet towel still in my
hand and my feet still on the floor. I had fallen
asleep as I was drying my hair after my shower!
Matty was standing next to the bed, shaking my arm
and shoulder with his foot, and watching my jiggling
breasts with his eyes. His pajamas had an obvious
tent at his crotch. He was getting an eyeful of his
naked mother, and seemed to be really enjoying it!
"How did you answer the phone, Honey?"
"Speakerphone."
"Oh, yeah. Matty? You can stop shaking me, now.
I'm awake."
"Oh, sorry!"
I stood and slipped on a robe to take the call.
When I got downstairs, I asked Matty if he was hungry.
"Starving! But you needed the sleep. What did Dr.
Fox want?"
"Well, he wanted to see how you were doing, which
was nice, but very surprising for an Emergency Room
doctor, and even more surprising, he asked me out to
dinner, sometime."
Matty smiled, "I'm not surprised. In the hospital,
he wanted to know all about you. If you were married
or divorced and if you dated much. He told me that he
thought you were really hot looking."
"Oh? And what did you say?"
"I agreed and said I thought you were really hot
looking, too."
"Matty!"
"Well, it's true! All my friends think so, too,
Mom. Why do you think Ryan and Todd always hang over
here at our pool all Summer?"
I knew I was in pretty good shape for 33, but I
never thought of myself as flaming the fires of pube-
scent masturbatory fantasies. Brown hair (still with
no gray!), large blue eyes and good skin, I knew I was
(at the very least) pretty. With the help of aerobics
and my exercycle, my body was still holding up pretty
well, too. I knew men liked looking at (and playing
with!) my large, round breasts (36D) and long legs,
but I was also proud of my flat stomach, firm ass, and
tight waist. Sure, I could admit I was attractive, but
I didn't go out of my way to make a big deal out of it.
Now, I was embarrassed thinking that I was the subject
of teenaged boys' comments! No wonder they liked
spending the summer around our pool in the yard!
.....
The next day was Monday, and I called Matty's
school. Since Matty had been injured playing a school
sport and there were only a few weeks left in the
school year, the Headmaster offered to let Matty miss
the remainder of the year, and take his current marks
(one "B" and the rest "A's") for his final grades. I
agreed and thanked him for his time and understanding.
As for my class of third graders, I had a ton of va-
cation saved up, so I called my school and they said
they would obtain a substitute teacher for my classes
until I returned or the school year ended.
......
On Monday and Tuesday, Matty's erections quickly
yielded to my hand-jobs in the shower. On Wednesday,
however, he was still hard and throbbing in my hand
well after I applied the lotion and the motion. If I
rubbed him any more, it would be obvious that I was
intentionally jerking him off, rather than him just
ejaculating as a result of me washing or "oiling" him.
I was again in a quandary and didn't know what to
do. I decided that I should just leave well enough
alone.
"Okay, time to rinse off, Dear."
"Uh... Mom? Uh... do you think... ah... Never
mind."
"Would you like me to rub you a little more,
Matty?"
"It's more like needing it, Mom. I'm sorry. I
can't help it. I'd gladly do it myself, if I could."
I filled my hands with more lotion and began rub-
bing them along the length of his erection. The skin
was warm and smooth and felt wonderful in my hands. I
squeezed his rod as my hand slipped along its length,
and I cupped his tight balls in my other hand. "I
understand, Matty. Don't be embarrassed. Every man
in the world masturbates. Do you do it every day?"
Matty's whole body blushed a bright red as he
answered, "Yeah. At least two times, usually more,
before this happened."
"Well, just relax, now. I think I'm almost done."
Just then, Matty exploded with his orgasm, shooting
his cum the length of my arms, splashing it on the
cleavage showing above my swimsuit. He saw that and
his body jerked out of my hand and he almost fell. I
grabbed him and sat him on the side of the tub.
"Are you alright, Honey?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I just never had one that
strong before!"
And that became our routine. We didn't talk about
it, we just did it. Every morning in the shower, I
would give my son a hand-job. I didn't try to hide
what I was doing -- we both knew.
......
On Thursday, we got a call from Allen, Matty's
father. He decided to fly in and see Matty for the
weekend. I also got a call from Dr. Fox. He offered
to stop by on Saturday and check Matty's progress and
asked if he could take me to dinner. Since Allen was
going to be here and could babysit Matty, I accepted
his offer.
I met Allen at the airport and he was as friendly
as ever. I saw him checking me out as he approached
and I quickly turned my cheek as he bent down to kiss
me.
"Jessica! You're more beautiful than ever! How
have you been?"
"Just fine, Allen. I see you still like to throw
the bull."
......
I have to admit that when I was 18 years old and a
freshman in college, I was totally and absolutely taken
by Allen's smooth charm. Ten years older than me, he
was a broker on the fast track and I think my youth and
looks appealed to him in a "trophy" sort of way. We
were married and I was pregnant before either one of us
had really thought about it. Of course, the wonderful
thing was that we had Matty -- the only success Allen
and I had in our almost-twelve years together. I
finished college and started to teach. Allen stayed on
the fast track, making the mega-bucks he was hungry
for, but also spending a lot of it on wine, women,
song, and cocaine. I tried to hang in there, but
finally gave up. Typical of Allen, he ran away -- to
California. He sent us a big check every month and saw
Matt for a few weeks in the summer, but they were more
like buddies than father and son, and that was all
there was to his commitment. He was a successful,
charming, shallow man.
He stared at my legs as I drove him back to the
house, and at my body in obvious stares for the rest
of the evening, so I really wasn't surprised when he
knocked on my bedroom door that night. I was sitting
up, reading when he opened the door.
"Dating anyone, Jessie?"
"I'm seeing someone, but it's not the real thing
or anything."
He moved across the room and sat on the edge of
the bed. "Is he keeping you happy? Meeting all your
needs?"
"Allen, I'm not going to fuck you, if that's what
you're leading up to. Why complicate the perfect
relationship we've finally worked out after all these
years?"
"Okay, but you can't fault a guy for trying. How
about, if we're not going to get physical, you at least
give me a look at your goodies? You're so fucking
beautiful and sexy! No touchies -- I promise!"
I laughed and swung at him with my book, "Get out
of here, you monster! You're incorrigible!"
Allen got a little edge to his voice -- somewhere
between anger and a whine. "Come on, Jessie! It's not
like it would be the first time, or anything. You're
not a goddamn virgin! All that money I send you every
month ought to buy me some privileges."
Now I was angry. "Allen, that's gross! The money
that you send doesn't hurt you a bit and it buys your
son the house and school and lifestyle he's had all
his life. I'm not your hooker and it doesn't buy my
body!"
Allen shook his head and walked out of the room,
wearing a major pout and slamming the door. His pro-
blem was that I had seen that pout too many times in
the past. It didn't work anymore.
......
On Saturday, I woke Matty and dressed him in a pair
of swimtrunks. Without either of us saying a word, he
understood. We were just finishing his shower when
Allen walked into the bathroom and dried Matt.
Early in the evening, Dr. Donald Fox arrived and
examined Matty, declaring his recovery satisfactory
and then whisking me out to his car for dinner. We
ate in a small restaurant in Little Italy, and then
toured a few clubs, looking for a band we could dance
to. It was after 1:00 a.m. when we got home.
Out of sheer reflex, I invited Donald in and he
accepted. Declining a coffee, we sat on the sofa and
chatted for a few minutes, until he pulled me close
to him and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth,
spreading my lips and teeth open, finding my tongue.
We kissed for a while, and as his mouth worked down to
my neck, his hand rose to my breast and he gently
cupped my tit through my blouse and bra. It soon
progressed into a full make-out session, and contrary
to my normal habit, I permitted it continue, until
Donald opened his zipper and placed my hand on his
hot, pulsing cock.
Normally, I would have stopped well before this
point, but I was feeling particularly naughty. Maybe
it was because it was our first date. Maybe it was
because my very pissed-off ex-husband was in the house
as it was happening. And -- although I wasn't ready
to deal with the significance of it -- maybe it was
because it had been a while for me and Matty wasn't
the only one getting turned on in the shower every
morning.
Instead of stopping, I opened my blouse and un-
clasped my bra and placed Donald's hand on my naked
breast. As he began to squeeze my nipple between his
fingers, I moaned and lowered my mouth down over his
cock, sucking him between my lips.
We were both hot and went totally with the passion
(or maybe it was just lust) we were feeling. But as
my lips slurped up and down Donald's rigid pole, I
heard something. Without stopping, I glanced up at
the doorway and saw Matty standing back in the shadows,
watching his mother give a blow-job to her date!
I couldn't believe my horrendous luck! The first
time I ever did anything like that in the house since
my divorce, and I was caught! But at the same time I
was feeling guilty I was also getting even more
excited.
Donald's breathing quickened and he soon tensed
and came into my mouth. As much as I wanted to con-
tinue and feel my own orgasm, I felt that Matty had
spied on quite enough for the evening, so I sat up
and rebuttoned my blouse. I walked Donald to the door
and kissed him goodnight as he promised to call me.
Still angry with Matty for spying, but still
turned on and needing some release, I went to bed and
buried my fingers in my cunt, squeezing my nipple and
clit between my fingers. Smelling my own wetness and
still tasting Donald's salty cum on my lips, I slammed
into an intense orgasm, moaning my passion through my
clenched teeth as I bit into my pillow to muffle my
screams. I released my clit and fell asleep almost
immediately.
By the time I woke up on Sunday, Allen had helped
Matty in the shower and had made breakfast. We sat at
the table and I couldn't look Matty in the eye. I
don't think he could look straight at me, either.
Allen explained that he was going to have a very busy
Summer, and maybe next Christmas week would be better
for Matt's trip out West. Matt agreed and soon after
that, Allen left in a cab for the airport and his
flight back to California.
Matty and I spent a very quiet and tense Sunday
together.
On Monday morning, when I went in to wake Matty,
I found him already awake.
"Mom, I'm sorry for what I did the other night.
I know you saw me and I know it was wrong."
"Yes, you're damned right it was wrong, Matty!
How could you do that to me? I think I deserve a
little more privacy than that."
"Well, I was just going to get something to drink
in the kitchen, and I saw the two of you kissing, and
I couldn't stop looking. I'm sorry and it will never
happen again."
I calmed down a little as I realized part of my
anger was addressed at myself, for getting so excited
when I saw my son watching me. I wondered if I even
put a little extra enthusiasm in my show for my secret
audience, Saturday night. It seemed that our mother
and son relationship was getting a little blurred at
the edges since Matty's injuries.
"It's okay, Dear. I saw you watching. I could
have stopped. I SHOULD have stopped. Do you even
know what was going on?"
"Oh, Mom! What kind of dweeb do you think I am?
You were giving Dr. Fox head...er...oral sex."
"Yes, we called it a blow-job in my day. Have you
ever had one?"
Matty blushed and looked down at his toes. "No,
but... No."
"But what, Matty?"
"Well, at our graduation party from eighth grade,
Becky Stone got pretty drunk and said she wanted to
do every guy at the party like that. She did do
almost everybody, but she passed out before it was my
turn. Some of the other guys and I tried to wake her,
but she was OUT!"
I laughed at the thought of these horny, desperate
boys and their attempts at reviving the willing, but
unconscious girl. Becky Stone also reminded me of
myself when I had been her age.
"Matty, it's no big deal. You'll soon have your
turn."
"The way Dr. Fox was acting -- he sure made it
look like a big deal."
"Well, you have all the time in the world. And
everything will come in its own time. Come on, let's
shower."
As usual, Matty was erect as I washed him. As I
was sitting on the edge of the tub, Matty's erection
was almost eye-level. I poured lotion in my hands and
he turned his penis towards me. Only this time, instead
of applying the lotion, I leaned my head forward and
sucked my son's raging, hot hard-on into my wet mouth.
He moaned as his taut skin rubbed over my lips and
teeth and tongue, and I cupped the twin globes of his
ass in my hands, forcing him deeper into my mouth,
filling the crevice between his cheeks with my oiled
fingers, seeking his anus, finding it, invading it with
a slippery finger, feeling him explode in my mouth,
swallowing his warm goo, still sucking, feeling him
begin to soften and then harden, again.
- - - End of Part Two - - -
Continued
(c) J. BOSWELL, September 1990