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Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 02:03:22 +0000
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Mom's Healing Love Part 2 of 4
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
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