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Author: J Boswell
Story title: "Mom's Healing Love"
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- - - Part Three - - -
The dam had finally burst, the walls came crashing
down, and I wondered -- which one of us had been more
turned on by my daily hand jobs? Had I just been doing
Matty a favor -- no different than drying him or dress-
ing him or feeding him -- or had I been seducing him
all along?
Maybe it was more than the hand jobs. Matty later
told me that he had been sneaking into my room for
years, spying on me in the shower almost every morning,
more than once watching me let the shower's pulsing
water masturbate me (one of my favorite masturbation
methods). He also admitted that the previous Saturday
night wasn't the first time he had spied on me and my
dates (but it was the first time I had done "anything
interesting!")
How long had this sexual tension been growing
between us? Does it occur between all Mothers and sons?
Was this what I wanted to happen? I didn't know, but
now that it had started, I wasn't ready to stop.
......
I stood up and turned the water off. Matty was
silent as we looked deeply into each other's eyes.
I pushed my wet bathing suit off my breasts --
Matty's eyes ravaged my now naked tits -- and down off
my hips. Still dripping wet, I pulled Matty into my
bedroom and over to the bed. He was hard and I laid
him on his back and straddled his hips and lowered my
wet, ready, hungry cunt down on to and around his hot,
hard flesh. Mounted, I began to fuck my lovely, sweet,
innocent son. My soul was lost forever -- and I was
far-away in my passion of that moment of perfect union.
I bent forward and my big tits hung free, swinging
with the rhythm of my hip motion. He slowly and care-
fully reached up and grabbed a swaying nipple in his
right hand, and then pinched my other nipple between
his thumb and cast on his left hand and I was trans-
ported away to a place where I was only two nipples
and a cunt, where they were the only parts of me that
still existed. The sensations were powerful, almost
painful, and I could feel my orgasm beginning to grow
in my cunt and nipples.
I gripped his cock tighter and tighter in my cunt
as I rode him. And, in perfect response, he gripped
my nipples tighter and tighter until all of me -- my
cunt and my nipples -- disintegrated in the most total,
most intense orgasm of my life.
Somewhere, there, far away... in the throes of my
little death, Matty came, too, shooting his semen, his
seed into his mother, into his mother's cunt, the cunt
through which he had entered this world, as his fingers
squeezed and tortured the nipples at which he had fed.
My emotions reached overload and I passed out.
......
All that day, the two of us rutted together like
animals. I don't think we said 20 words to each other.
All we did was kiss and lick and suck and fuck. We
were insatiable. We acted like two lovers, separated
for years, back together and making up for all the lost
time.
Matty ate my pussy, sucked my breasts, finger-
fucked my ass, kissed my mouth, and raped my cunt with
his cock. We couldn't fuck in the missionary position
because he couldn't support himself over me, but he
enjoyed torturing my tits as I rode him and loved the
power he felt as I bent over and he fucked me from the
rear. He wanted me to do everything to him and I
tried, as best as his injuries would allow. Even more,
he wanted to do everything to me and I let him, finally
sliming petroleum jelly on his erect cock and bending
over so he could fuck my ass before we fell asleep in
the bed that evening.
Tuesday was the same -- there was no going back.
I woke Matty by sucking his cock to erect life and then
he fucked me in the shower. We ate in bed, being care-
less with our food and drinks and then rolling around
(as much as he could) with abandon on the soiled and
cum-stained sheets as we fucked and fucked.
Matty was a wonderful lover, showing me how often
a young, healthy lover can do all the things a lover
should do. His firm, smooth body was perfection. His
cock and his tongue and his fingers never seemed to
tire. He was enthusiastic and never got bored with my
body. He worshipped my tits, loved my cunt, adored my
ass, cherished my legs, and revered my mouth.
We didn't really leave the bed and bedroom until
Thursday, and that was because we had to go to the
hospital for more X-rays and a re-examination. Dr.
Fox wasn't there, but he had left a cute note attached
to Matty's chart, asking me out for Saturday night.
Matty was recovering nicely, and was told to leave the
slings off as much as possible, and to start manipula-
ting his arms and fingers. (If the doctor only knew
how well Matty had been manipulating his fingers for
the past three days!)
......
Over the next few days, Matty and I continued to
do everything either one of us had ever imagined,
sexually.
I modeled every negligee and undergarment I owned.
Matty loved some of my nighties, camisoles, and teddies
but he had iron-hard erections whenever I strutted
around in garterbelt, stockings and heels, so, all day
Friday, that's all I wore, changing outfits after every
fuck -- and that meant so many changes! My discarded
garments piling up on the bedroom floor.
On Saturday, I was in the kitchen, preparing a
salad for us, when Matty walked in and grabbed a large
carrot I had just peeled, and pressed it up and into my
cunt. I jumped at its coolness, then moaned with
pleasure as he fucked me with it, large end first, and
was soon trembling in my orgasm. When I finished,
Matty removed the carrot and placed it at my mouth. It
was wet and shiny and smelled like me and his cum.
(because my cunt was constantly full of his cum!)
"Eat it!" He ordered.
I looked into his bright eyes and smiled as I bit
the end of the carrot. "Mmmm! This is too good a
fucking carrot to throw away! Want some?"
"No, I want you to eat all of it."
And I did, with great drama and satisfaction. I
knew in that moment that, right or wrong, I would do
anything and everything for this wonderful, loving boy!
......
Both Richard and Donald (Dr. Fox) asked me out for
Saturday evening. I declined Richard's offer and was
ready to turn down Dr. Fox, but Matty insisted I go out
with Donald.
After I got off the phone with Donald, a thought
flashed through my mind.
"I guess you don't want me to be so easy with Dr.
Fox this time, do you?"
Matty got a very serious look on his face. "Mom,
I want you to do whatever you want to do. Whatever
feels right to you. Go with it."
"You're not going to spy on us, again, are you?"
"I don't have to now, do I, Mom? Can I pick out
what you wear tonight?"
"Sure!"
Matty went through my closets and drawers and
picked out black lace bra and panties, garterbelt and
stockings; a tight, low-cut black top and my red
leather skirt and red high heels. I felt very sexy
dressing as Matty watched and complimented me and my
body.
When I was completely dressed, Matty ordered me to
bend over. He walked behind me, pulled my panties to
the side and entered my slick, wet cunt in one shove,
pumping into me hard, until he came and collapsed back
on the bed. I smiled and winked at him and was re-
adjusting my panties and skirt as the doorbell rang.
Late that night, when Donald drove me home and
followed me into the house, I wondered if Matty was
spying on us from somewhere, and if he wanted me to
put on a show for him. It was easy to see that Donald
was ready -- my outfit had obviously driven him crazy
all night.
We began kissing on the sofa and progressed quickly
until we were both naked on the floor in front of the
empty fireplace. My almost constant sex with Matty
hadn't sated me; it had, instead, only made me hungry
for MORE!
Donald's mouth went down, over my breasts and tummy
and through my pussy hair, until he buried his tongue
in my cunt and I covered my mouth to keep from scream-
ing as I came, thinking of him eating my pussy -- full
of my teenaged son's cum!
Before I could catch my breath, he moved up and
buried his cock into me to the hilt. We fucked gently,
until he drew near and then he pounded hard into me,
filling me with his semen.
After a few short kisses, he dressed quickly and
said he'd let himself out. I gathered my clothes and
went upstairs. Matt was in my (our?) bed, awake.
"Well, Mom, did you blow him again?" He was trying
to smile.
"Weren't you watching?"
"You said you needed privacy."
"And I put on a show because I thought you wanted
to watch."
"Did you suck him off, Mom?"
I stepped over to the bed and he moved his right
hand to my pussy. His fingers explored in and around
my cunt, feeling my wetness and Donald's cum.
"You slut! You let him fuck you!" Matty was
furious!
"I thought you wanted me to! You said to do what-
ever felt good, Matt! I thought you wanted to watch!"
I couldn't believe how nervous and contrite I felt. I
was being scolded!
Matty roughly filled my cunt with his fingers and
brought his hand up to my face. "Look! I can't be-
lieve you actually fucked him after all we did this
week! You're a slut!"
Thinking it would turn him on and calm his anger,
I took his hand in mine and gently licked the fingers
clean. When I got into bed I reached down to his
obvious erection, but he pushed me away and rolled
over, away from me. I was confused and exhausted but
didn't fall asleep very quickly.
......
The next morning, our relationship changed forever.
In the shower, after I smeared the lotion on
Matty's cock, he bent me over and rammed it up my ass
in one violent stroke. My eyes teared at the brutal
invasion but I didn't say anything. He fucked my poor
anus mercilessly until he came and then he told me to
sit in the tub. As I sat there, under the warm spray
of the shower, my son stood over me and pissed on my
breasts and pussy and I shocked myself with the intense
and sudden orgasm I experienced.
That day, we resumed our almost-constant sex
marathon, but with a difference -- Matty was now the
aggressor, the initiator, the dominant one. I found
myself the submissive, responsive partner, doing what-
ever he asked or ordered me to do. We didn't discuss
our roles, and I can't explain how it happened. It
just happened. He became the adult, and I became the
child -- always seeking his love and approval, trying
with all my energy to please him.
He wanted to know everything there was to know
about me, sexually. My first time, who I slept with,
what I did, when I got my period, how and how often I
masturbated (besides in the shower). Everything!
By the time I finished telling him about all my
early sexual experiences, he was hard and had his hand
buried up my cunt.
"Mom, you are a bigger slut than I even imagined!
Is there ANYbody you haven't fucked?"
"Matty, it was a long time ago. I was a teenager
and times were different then. It's what teenagers do!
Are you jealous?"
"Yes, I'm jealous! I guess all these years, while
I peeked at you and spied on you, I wanted you to be
just for me. But, at the same time, I think about you
fucking all these other guys and I get sort of... um...
I guess I get proud of you. That you turned all these
men on and they all wanted you as much as I do! I wish
I could have known you when you were a teenager and
watched you with all those guys. I'm not even making
any sense, am I?"
I smiled at him as I mounted him, yet again. "I
think so, Honey. But here we are, naked in bed to-
gether, so I'm not sure anything is making very much
sense right now."
......
On Wednesday, Matty invited some of his classmates
over for a party. It was the last day of exams and the
boys had only to suffer through their closing cere-
monies the following morning, so it was the perfect
night for a party. I made a pile of sandwiches, bought
a ton of chips, and stocked a cooler with sodas.
As usual, Matty selected my clothes, choosing white
lace bra and panties, a white silk blouse and my short
denim miniskirt. When I asked about stockings or panty-
hose, Matty said white socks and sneakers were fine.
The boys arrived around 7:30 and I became scarce,
disappearing to my bedroom, but not before I noticed
all of the boys looking me over, and a few of them
almost drooling. Around 11:00, they got a little loud
and I went down to quiet them before they ripped the
house apart. As soon as I walked into the room, I knew
why they were getting so loud -- there were empty beer
bottles all over the place! Instead of sodas, they had
hit the beers stocked in the refrigerator behind the
bar! I had nine drunk teenage boys on my hands!
After getting a few whistles and a couple surprised
"Uh... Hi, Mrs. Lawrence!"'s, I caught Matty's eye and
he walked over to me.
"Matt! What the hell is going on here?"
"It's cool, Mom. Settle down. We're just blowing
off a little steam. We won't hurt anything."
"Matty, how am I going to take these boys home
drunk?"
"Don't worry, Mom. Their parents aren't waiting up
for them." Then he rested his left arm on my shoulder
and grinned at me. "Besides, we're almost out of beer,
and I'm glad. I'm ready for them to leave, because I'm
horny!"
"Shhh! Matt, don't say things like that!"
I walked into the room and turned the stereo down,
"Okay, guys, as of this moment, the bar is closed. I'm
serving coffee, tea, and sodas till midnight, and then
I'm giving rides home. Okay?"
There were a few whistles and a smattering of
applause, and even a few "Boo's" but they were good
kids and stopped drinking their beers. By 1:00 a.m.
I had safely delivered all of them home, and made my
way upstairs.
"Did you fuck any of my friends when you drove
them home?"
"Matty, stop talking like that."
"Well, did you, slut?"
"Of course not, Matty. That's disgusting. I don't
fuck every male in the world. I'm not a slut, anymore."
"No? You fucked who knows how many guys in high
school and you fucked Dr. Fox on the second date and
licked his cum off my fingers, and you fuck Richard,
and you probably fucked Dad when he was here. You even
fuck your son! You're a nympho-slut."
"Matty! Please stop! Why are you being like this?
Why are you hurting me so? How much beer did you
drink tonight?"
"Come here, and let me feel if you fucked any of
my friends."
I stepped around the bed and stood next to Matty.
His hand shot up my skirt, pushed my panties aside,
and pushed two fingers into my cunt. I responded to
his touch, immediately, feeling my cunt grow wet and
slippery around his invading fingers.
"See, Matty, nobody's been there but you."
I undressed and got into bed. Matt's cock was
hard and standing straight up. I mounted his hips
and placed his pink cockhead at the opening to my
pussy. With one powerful thrust of his hips, my son
buried his cock up inside his mother to the hilt.
The pleasure for me was real and strong and washed
over me in waves. We found our rhythm and began
fucking, slapping our hips against one another. He
pounded his cock into me with almost painful intensity.
"Ohhh, Matty! Ohhh, Matty, I'm coming, Dear! Oh,
I love you so much!"
Matty pounded away into me, until he tensed and
opened his eyes. As he began to come inside me, he
whispered to me between his clenched teeth, "I love
you, too, Mom. But you ARE a slut!"
- - - End of Part Three - - -
Continued
(c) J. BOSWELL, September 1990