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Mom's Healing Love Part 3 of 4
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
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