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Mom's Healing Love Part 4 of 4
Matty and I attended his school's closing ceremo- nies the next day and he
officially became a high school sophomore. When we pulled into the driveway at
home, there were already several of his friends waiting there.
"I told the guys the party was continued today, Mom. You may want to go get us
some more beer."
Apparently, Matt had told his friends that his mom was "cool" about partying at
our house, because that's what they did. That day, into the night, and the next
few days there was an almost-constant party going on at our house. The pool had
been heated since Memorial Day, the house was full of toys, TV's, video games
and stereos, and I was expected to supply the beer and food.
By the third night, I was exhausted and needed a drink, myself. I didn't have to
worry about driving anybody home because it was Saturday night and the five
"guests" were spending the night.
Dressed in the outfit Matty had picked out for my date with Dr. Fox the week
before, I had been a hit as hostess with the boys all night in my low-cut top
and red leather mini. I walked behind the bar and found a bottle of Tequila. A
Marguerita sounded good.
But I never made it out from behind the bar. The boys crowded around me and
wanted to know what I was making and how to mix other drinks, and soon, several
of us were doing the salt/Tequila/lime routine at the bar. They thought I was a
great sport and just one of the guys.
Well, almost one of the guys. Soon, I was dancing with them to rap and dance
tunes. I knew my lacy bra and stocking-tops and garterstraps were making a few
appearances as I gyrated to the beat, but I was enjoy- ing being the center of
attention for these six young, good-looking boys. I was flirting outrageously
with them, and for the moment, I was back in high school again.
Someone changed the CD and the music turned slow. I took turns dancing close
with each of them, including Matty. I knew what I was doing to them. I could
feel their erections pressing into my thigh and hip. I could feel them squeeze
me tight and press their chests hard against mine. I rested my head on their
shoulders and breathed on their necks. I began to think that Matty was right --
maybe I was a slut.
After a little more dancing, someone suggested a drinking game. We all sat
around the big glass-topped coffee table and I could feel all of their eyes lock
on to my crotch as I bent my legs and sat Indian-style, like they were. That
position pulled my short, tight skirt almost up to my waist and I didn't have
too many secrets left! After a couple of games, I realized my reflexes just
weren't what they used to be, and I was feeling no pain. One of the boys
suggested strip-poker but I told them that it wasn't fair odds, being the only
girl and they all said they liked the odds!
The party soon got quiet and we all sprawled around the Familyroom floor,
talking about school and girls and cars and music. I had kicked my high heels
off a while ago and I reached up under my skirt and rolled down my stockings. As
I pulled the second stocking off my foot, I realized that no one was talking and
I looked up to see all six boys staring at me and my legs.
"Sorry," I giggled, "I just wanted to get more comfortable."
Matty's best friend, Todd smiled and said, "That's cool, Mrs. L. You can even
get MORE comfortable, if you want. We won't mind."
I wagged my finger at them, "I think you are all having naughty thoughts. Now,
behave. I'm old enough to be your mother -- right, Matty?!" And we all began
laughing uproariously.
When I finally got my breath back, I knelt and then stood up. "I guess that was
my cue for going to bed, boys. I think I got a little tipsy in that last drink-
ing game, so I better go upstairs while I still can. Goodnight, boys."
Matty took my hand and helped me up the stairs. He followed me into my bedroom.
I stopped at the door to my bedroom and whispered, "I think with your friends in
the house, you better go to your own room, tonight, Dear. Besides, I'm a little
too tipsy and a lot too tired to do much tonight."
"I still want to, Mom. Watching you with my friends has me so hot I can't see
straight. Just bend over and I'll get a quickie."
I kissed Matty on the cheek. "Not tonight, Dear. You'll live without it for one
night. Your friends will all leave tomorrow, and it will be just the two of us,
again, and we'll have had some sleep."
Matty glowered at me and turned away. I knew he was mad, but I was just too
tired to care. I stripped, pulled on an old nightie and immediately fell asleep.
......
When I awoke, I knew I had a humdinger of a hang- over. Tequila -- why oh why do
I drink it? I cracked my eyes open enough to see that the room was bright, (TOO
BRIGHT!) and quickly snapped them shut again. Forcing myself, I got out of bed
and made my way into the shower.
The water felt wonderful and I took my time washing and rinsing. When I shut the
water off and reached for my towel, I saw Matty standing in the bathroom
doorway. He was naked and sporting his big morning erection. From the look on
Matt's face, I knew what was going to happen next.
"Can't wait any longer, Honey? Come on, let's make it fast!"
Matty walked into the bedroom as I sat on the bed. He stood between my legs and
spread my pussylips open with his cock.
"You wanted to fuck my friends last night, didn't you, Mom?"
"No, Honey, I was flirting. I know I shouldn't have, but flirting is basically
harmless. I won't do it anymore."
"No, it's okay. I'm glad you did, Mom. It was fun to see their reactions. I know
they all wanted to fuck you. It turned me on."
I moaned softly as he worked his cock inside me. "Oh, Matty, you're just
saying that. I'm an old lady to them. Not someone they want to fuck. It was
just the booze."
Matty was in me all the way and began pumping in and out.
"No, they wanted to fuck you, Mom. I went back downstairs and pretended to
fall asleep. They were talking about how hot looking you are and how hot you
made them. Dan and Ryan even talked about coming up- stairs last night and
fucking you!"
Without build-up or warning both of us began to come! When we came back down to
earth I asked Matty what he thought about his friends talking about his mother
like that.
"I liked it, Mom. It was sexy and made me so excited, I came right in my pants
last night, just listening to them!"
"Come on, sexy. Let's shower and get dressed be- fore they wake up and figure
out what they missed!"
Later that day, as I was cleaning the Familyroom, I found my two stockings from
the previous night under the sofa. They were crumbled messes, with dried white
goo in both of them. I had washed enough sheets in the last few weeks to
recognize dried cum. One or two of the boys had obviously used my stockings to
jerk- off. Thinking about it turned me on so much, I had to sit down until my
legs stopped trembling.
......
Matt and I spent a quiet Sunday together, but the boys were back on Monday
night, supposedly to watch the baseball game. We all hit the beers pretty
hard, and Todd, Mark and Jamie walked home around eleven. That left Dan and
Ryan and Matt.
With the game over, we put on the stereo and while we were sitting, drinking and
talking, Matt curled up on one of the sofas and fell asleep. Dan turned the
stereo down low, put on some slow music, and asked me to dance. He held me tight
and I squeezed against him, feeling his cock grow in his pants. Ryan wanted his
turn and I danced close with him, too.
Soon, the three of us were sitting on the floor, our backs against the other
sofa, talking. Dan had his arm around my shoulder and Ryan was leaning against
my other side. Suddenly, we weren't talking, anymore, and Dan leaned his face
towards me and kissed me.
I didn't hesitate for an instant. I opened my mouth for his tongue and moved my
hand up under his shorts and loose boxer shorts and grasped his hot erection. We
shifted a little and Ryan was now behind me and lowered the zipper on my
sundress. The front fell away and my bare chest was covered with four wild,
grasping, clutching hands. I leaned back into Ryan's chest and his hands cupped
and squeezed my tits and hard nipples. Dan was between my legs, frantically
throwing my dress out of the way and pulling my panties down over my ass and
legs. He knelt as he dropped his shorts and under- wear and then hurriedly
buried his cock in me. I leaned my head back to kiss Ryan as Dan fucked me. I
was in heaven once again.
Dan was excited and came in only a few strokes. As he pulled his shrinking cock
out of me, I reversed positions, ready for Ryan's cock that had been pressing
into my back.
My pussy was so wet, so hungry, it was as if it sucked Ryan's penis up into me.
He humped my hips into the plush carpet and Dan moved around to suck my tits.
When Ryan spurted his jism into me, we heard Matt say, "Now it's my turn!"
The four of us went up to my big bed and we fucked and fucked and fucked until
we all fell asleep from exhaustion.
When I opened my eyes the next day (it was after noon), it was to look into
Dan's contorted face as he was fucking me. I looked around and saw that Ryan was
still asleep and Matty was standing at the door. Then I saw Jamie, Todd, and
Mark standing at the open bed- room door, too, wide-eyed and holding big
erections in their hands.
Matt said, "It's cool. Come on in. See, I told you. She won't mind. In fact, she
wants to." He looked over at me, "Don't you, Mom? I called them up and told them
to come over for an early surprise."
I looked at the three fresh, innocent, yet hungry faces and nodded. "Yes, come
on in, boys. I won't bite... hard."
They were real gentlemen about it. Jamie fucked me first then Mark, and then
Todd. I spent the next several hours in bed with all of them, eating their cum
and being eaten. I was fucked, sucked and screwed, and did my best to return the
favor. With six teenage boys there was always a hardon ready to be poked into
me, somewhere.
With their solemn promises not to tell anyone what had happened that day, they
eventually all left that night, but they were all back the next morning, and the
day after that and the day after that...
They thought they could keep me their little secret but I knew they wouldn't.
Soon, they began to bring some of their friends and they brought some of their
friends and it turned into a Summer-long party.
......
There were always kids over the house, swimming in the pool, playing video
games, drinking beer or liquor, shooting pool, playing the pinball machine, and
fucking Matty's mom. I was the perfect hostess.
The crowd stayed small at first -- just Matty and his "close" friends, but the
circle kept growing. I have no idea how many boys I fucked and sucked that
summer. If you told me it was 30, I'd believe you. Hell, if you told me it was
100, I'd still believe you. I think I did Matt's lacrosse team all on one day!
And they all kept me very busy! I really only got dressed to go food shopping,
or to have something sexy on when the boys wanted me to do a striptease for
them. The rest of the time, I was naked and usually on my back with a cock
shoved up my pussy or down my throat. I even carried my own tube of K-Y Jelly
around with me because I was seldom given a chance to "warm up" or to recuperate
from the last session, and every boy even- tually wanted to try anal sex.
I slept when I could, but it was seldom alone, usually waking up to a roomful of
ready, randy teen- agers, aching to bury their morning erections in me.
As long as the fridge was full of beers and I was willing to handle their hard-
ons, no one had any com- plaints. I drank a lot and started smoking again, and
the house got to be quite a mess but no one cared. We ate pizza and chips and
tuna sandwiches. When we ran out of food or beer, we called to have it delivered
-- half the time I'd fuck the delivery guys when they got there, too. One day, I
even fucked the two big pool maintenance men in front of an appreciative
audience. They all loved the energetic show I put on.
I was brazen and bold and depraved and slutty and perverted and proud of it.
I never showered alone, always soaping up a cock or two in the hot water. They
would bet me and I would drink shot glasses full of their warm, sticky cum. I
let them shove fruit and vegetables up my cunt and then they watched as I ate
it. They covered my tits with beer or booze or whipped cream and then licked
them clean. I sucked cocks covered with whipped cream, jelly, chocolate pudding,
syrup, peanut butter, beer, and mustard (my Fourth of July hot dog!).
Matty was still my one true love, and he loved watching me with the other boys
and was always urging them on, telling them what a slut I was and how much I
"needed" it. I always tried to make my performance as sexy as possible for
him. Sometimes, during a lull, we would go to a bedroom and lock the door and
make love together, but most of the time, he loved to see what new perverted
thing I'd try or do and then watch the other boys -- finally taking his turn
with them.
Sometime in July, some of the guys began bringing girls to the party, getting
them drunk and using the other bedrooms for screwing. By then, I was pretty well
into the booze and hadn't even seen anyone over the age of 17 in a month, but I
knew that there was no way what was going on at the house could be kept a secret
for long with so many kids involved. I was right.
It began with a few phone calls from parents, checking up on their kids,
questioning if the party was being "chaperoned." And then calls from neighbors
complaining about the cars and kids in the neighbor- hood.
Finally, very late one Friday night, the cops pulled into the driveway.
......
I was in my bed with my three favorite lifeguards, trying to synchronize it so
they could all fuck me at once. I had one under me with his cock buried up my
cunt, and the second had just eased his hard-on up my ass, and I was just about
to gobble the third into my mouth when Matty ran in and told me to get dressed.
I reluctantly removed the cocks in me, threw on a robe and went downstairs. I'm
sure the cops looked at the messy house, the empty beer and liquor bottles every-
where, and the only person in sight obviously looked boozed-up and just-fucked,
and wondered what the hell was going on.
The houses are too far apart for the music to be a real problem, and too private
for a neighbor to see what was going on, so I had no idea what brought the law
to my door. It turned out to be a kid was driving drunk and ran up a neighbor's
lawn and the neighbor told the police she was sure the kid must have just left
my house. They wanted to know what I knew about it, but I was lucky. The boy
must have been the only kid in the county NOT at the party, and when the police
asked if they could "look around," I refused and they left.
I said I was lucky, but it didn't last forever. Finally, one of the young girls
went home drunk and missing some clothes and the next day her father and the
police showed up.
No one answered the front door when they knocked, so they walked around the back
to the gate in the privacy fence. When they opened that, they were greeted with
the sight of me, naked on a chaise lounge, with a 15-year-old boy straddling me
and his cock buried down my throat.
To say all hell broke loose, would be an under- statement.
......
Allen immediately filed for and got custody, stopped sending the support checks,
and sold the house and car. Matty very reluctantly moved out to Cali- fornia
with him. I think Allen was more pissed that I was a fuck-machine for all those
kids, and wouldn't fuck him on his last trip in.
The Assistant State's Attorney (the D.A.) looked at some of the "big" names of
some of the boys I had been fucking all Summer and the way the cops entered the
property and agreed to drop the charges if I'd quietly quit my teaching job, get
help, and move out of the county. I agreed, but felt like I was watching an old
Western -- being told to get out of town by sundown.
I joined Alcoholic Anonymous for my drinking problem, quit smoking, and went to
counselling for my "boy" problem. I even joined a health club, to tone and firm
my body up again.
......
I miss Matty every moment of every day and night. I miss being his Mom and
having him as a son. Yes, I even miss him as a lover.
I worried about the effect of all this on Matty (and some of the younger boys),
but my psychiatrist (an expert in the field (but aren't they all?)) told me that
although it WOULD have an effect (just as everything else that happens to a
person has an effect) I shouldn't despair over the sexual aspect of it. In fact,
she told me that they are just now concluding that Mother/son and woman/boy
relationships may be the most common of all parent/child or adult/child
episodes, but the most underreported -- precisely because of the lack of long-
term damage. It is the one relationship-type where both parties get exactly what
they need from the other party and the relation- ship, and the power status
between the parties is the most equitable. She gave me a whole lot more mumbo-
jumbo about it, but there's no need to go into that.
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