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HOT MOM
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 literally 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 COLLEGE (yeah, let's say college), and
had just turned 18 (yeah, 18 -- nice and legal). 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 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 marvelled 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 prescriptions 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 deskchair. 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, cancelled 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 showerstall 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 showerstall 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 alright, Dear. Please calm down and relax. I understand.
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 an 18 (yeah,
18) -year-old boy.
It was Saturday, so we decided pajama bottoms and a robe would be
alright. 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 cancelled 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 housebound 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 18th (yeah, 18th!) birthday (he was 29 or 30), and I
progressed from there to being outrageously promiscuous through my
last couple of years in school (yeah, let's just say "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, 36 years old, divorced, a respected career woman, living in
the "right" neighborhood, member of the PTA Board, community
volunteer, and "SuperMom," 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 grammer school, 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!"
By J. Boswell
Part Two
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 bathing 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 hard again. After washing his
genitals, the skin on his penis was taut and was 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 rubbing 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
ejaculating almost immediately. I waited for him to finish and then
rinsed him off.
After I had 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 myself 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 36, but I never thought of
myself as flaming the fires of pubescent 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 vacation 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 rubbing 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 problem was that I had seen that pout too
many times in the past for it to work now.
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 unclasped 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 continue 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, 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 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.
By J. Boswell
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 dressing 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 "something interesting!").
How long had this sexual tension been growing between us? Did 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. I was lost forever -- far-away
in my passion of that moment of union.
I bent forward and my big tits hung free, swinging with the rhythm of
my hip motion. He slowly and carefully 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 transported 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 arrived in 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 careless 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.
Matty was a wonderful lover, showing me how often a young, healthy
lover can do all the things a lover should do. 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 manipulating 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 about, 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!
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 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 screaming as I came, thinking of him eating my
pussy -- full of Matty'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 whatever 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 believe 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
whatever 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 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 together, 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 ceremonies 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 pantyhose, Matty said white socks and
sneakers were fine.
The boys arrived around 7:30 and I became scarce, disappearing up 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?"
"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, today."
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
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