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Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2005 08:16:04 +0000
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Mom's Healing Love Part 1 of 4
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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