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1213 lines
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MOM'S HEALING LOVE
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A Misbehavin' Mom Story
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by J. BOSWELL
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- - - Part One - - -
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The offensive player sprinted towards the goal and the
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goalie lunged out of the crease to meet him. The attacker's
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stick whipped the ball at the net just as he was crushed between
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the goalie and a defensive player closing from the other side.
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The ball pinged off the crossbar and bounced towards the out of
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bounds line. The crowd became deathly silent after their
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collective "OH!"
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The slim, offensive lacrosse player had slumped to the turf
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like a rag and the two huge defenders who had literally crushed
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him between them and their sticks slapped their gloves together
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and ran after the ball. The whistle blew as the downed player
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remained motionless.
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A few of the parents of the defending team started cheering,
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"Good stick! Good stick, Red!"
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I remember running down, onto to the field and watching them
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carefully lift the lacrosse player onto a stretcher and into the
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waiting ambulance. I climbed in after the paramedic and looked
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down at my son's mud-stained face. He smiled up at me, weakly.
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"Sorry you had to see that, Mom."
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I smiled back, "I'm sorry I had to see it, too, Honey.
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We'll be at the hospital, soon. Just rest."
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It was still early and the emergency room was empty. They
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wheeled Matty into a cubicle as I filled out the forms and
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waited. And thought.
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......
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Divorced now, for over three years, I was still enjoying
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being a single parent but missed the added support of Matty's
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father at a time like this. Allen, my ex, was now living in
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California, and only saw Matty for a few weeks in the summer.
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So, it was just me. Me and Matty.
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He was in his freshman year of high school, and had just
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turned 14. Afraid of "mothering" him too much, I bit my tongue
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earlier in the year when he told me he was going to try-out for
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his small prep school's championship varsity lacrosse team in his
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freshman year. All that Fall and Winter I watched him run and
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work out with weights. I marvelled at his commitment and hard
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work and it paid off -- he was the last player who made the team.
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Being the only freshman on the team, he was the brunt of the
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tricks and practical jokes played by the older players, but Matty
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hung in there. I became his number one fan, never missing a game
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and rooting the team on; but always afraid that something like
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this would happen.
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......
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Finally, a doctor approached.
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"Mrs. Lawrence? I'm Doctor Fox, sports medicine clinic."
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"Yes. How is Matt?"
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"Oh, he'll be fine. He must have really taken a shot out
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there. His collarbone is broken on the right side, and the four
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fingers on his left hand are broken. I'm assuming he lost his
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glove in the collision and his hand got stepped on or caught
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between two sticks after the hit. Other than that and a few
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assorted bruises, he's fine."
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"That doesn't sound fine to me, doctor."
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"I played lacrosse, too, Mrs. Lawrence, and I can assure you
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that with that strong, young, healthy body, he's already begun
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the mending process. The worst part about all of this will be
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the inconvenience. Either injury, the broken collarbone or the
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broken fingers, alone, would be difficult for a teenager to
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manage with. Together, Matt's soon going to find out that there
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are a lot of things he won't be able to do for himself, for a
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while. He'll need a lot of help. You might even want to
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consider hiring help." He went on, explaining the prescriptions
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and the casts until Matty emerged from the room, pale, but
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walking.
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I retrieved his torn jersey and we left the Emergency Room.
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My car was still at the school's field, so we took a cab home
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from the hospital. Matty had been given a pain-killer that was
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making him drowsy, so I followed him into his bedroom.
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"I'm okay, Mom. I can manage."
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I smiled and shook my head, "And just how do you think
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you'll manage? One arm is in a sling, and the other is in a
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sling AND a cast. Are you THAT good with your toes?"
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We both laughed and I gently sat him down on his deskchair.
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I removed his muddy shoes and socks and shorts. He was falling
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asleep as I worked, and I helped him into his bed, still dirty
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and sweaty from the game. He was already asleep as I removed his
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rib-protector pads and his jock strap. I showered, cancelled my
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date with Richard for that evening, made myself an herbal tea and
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returned to Matty's room, worried about him being able to sleep.
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I didn't need to worry.
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......
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"Mom. Yo, Mom! Time to get up!"
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I had fallen asleep in Matty's desk chair and my body ached
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with stiffness as I tried to move.
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"I sure hope you slept better than I did, Matt."
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"I must have been really doped up because I barely remember
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riding in the cab."
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I stood up and walked to the bed. As I did, I noticed the
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covers tented up over Matty's penis. He saw me looking and
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blushed a deep red.
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"Oh, Matty, don't be embarrassed. I know what it is. It's
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a morning erection and every teenage guy has them. If you woke
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up a morning without one, you would probably be dead!
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"Listen, Honey, you heard what Doctor Fox said. He warned
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us about how tough these next few weeks are going to be. I
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promise to respect your privacy as much as possible, but I think
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modesty can pretty much go out the window for a little while.
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It's just the two of us, Matt. Let's try it, and if you're too
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uncomfortable, I'll see if I can maybe hire someone to take care
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of you. Besides, I'm the one that cleaned your dirty diapers.
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You don't have many secrets from your old Mother, Matty. Let's
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just try to relax and get through this, okay?"
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"Sure, Mom, but you don't have to hire anybody. I'm just a
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little embarrassed. I'd probably feel worse if it was a
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stranger."
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"I understand, Matty. Really I do."
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I helped him gingerly get out of bed and walk into the
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bathroom.
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"Do you have to go to the bathroom, Matty?"
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"Umm, I can't until this goes down, or I go in the shower."
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"Men," I thought, "can and will go anywhere!"
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I put a plastic bag over the cast on his left hand and then
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Matty stepped into the showerstall and I reached around him to
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turn the water on.
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"UGH!!" Matty bumped his shoulder into the wall and moaned
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with the pain.
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"I think we better move into my room, Dear. Your
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showerstall is just too small, and I don't want to hurt you." He
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had paled with the pain and merely nodded. The bath in the
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Master suite was large and had an oversize tub and shower.
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He was still erect, so he immediately stepped into the
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shower. I turned the water on and stepped back. It took me a
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second to realize that Matty was just as helpless here, and that
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I was going to have to wash him. I grabbed the soap and tried to
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wash off the sweat and dirt with the gentlest of touches. His
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legs were the easiest because I didn't have to be so careful.
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My white cotton t-shirt nightie was soaking wet from the
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shower and splashes, and clung to my breasts and thighs and
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stomach like a nearly-transparent second skin. Everything I had
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was on display and I could feel my son's eyes on me. I was going
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to have to find something else to wear for Matty's next shower!
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I had worked my way up Matty's thighs, and the only part of
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him left to wash was his genital area. I soaped my hands and
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looked up at him, "Just relax, now. Okay?"
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He gave me a tight little nod and I soaped his testicles and
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then his erect penis. With a loud, sudden exhale of breath,
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Matty ejaculated forcefully, spraying my neck and wet chest with
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his semen. After my initial surprised flinch, I gently stroked
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him several more times with my soapy hands until he stopped
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oozing his cum.
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"Oh, Mom! I'm so sorry! Mom! I'm sorry that happened! I
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couldn't help it!"
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"It's alright, Dear. Please calm down and relax. I
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understand. Really. Besides, I was a teenager once. I remember
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those hormones raging."
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He rinsed himself under the warm stream and I turned off the
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water. I grabbed a towel and began to gently dry him. As I
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patted him dry, I realized that he really had a wonderful body.
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Still smooth and nearly hairless, he was tan and firm. Already
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far taller than me, he was just under six feet tall, his
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newly-developed muscles were impressive and his wide shoulders
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tapered down into a narrow waist. And the girls were going to
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just love his firm tush!
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By the time he was dry, he was semi-rigid again, and I shook
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my head in wonderment at a teenage boy's "recuperative" powers.
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We laughed as we figured out how to put his soft cast on for
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his collarbone. It was a strange, padded strap that fit around
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his arms like a figure-8, or a detective's gun holster, and it
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had to be worn at all times, other than in the shower. I
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tightened the strap in the back, until Matty sucked in air,
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wincing with the pain. He also had to wear a sling on his right
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arm to protect him from jiggling the shoulder. The sling on his
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left arm was to keep the cast and broken fingers elevated. It
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was a pretty pathetic situation for a 14-year-old boy.
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It was Saturday, so we decided pajama bottoms and a robe
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would be alright. Then he went downstairs and I peeled off the
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wet cotton t-shirt, showered and dressed in jeans and sweatshirt.
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Matty tried, but I had to help him eat his breakfast by
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feeding him. Drinks were no problem in a glass with a straw. I
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was just finishing the dishes when the doorbell rang and the
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coach and a few guys from the lacrosse team showed up. I
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retreated into the kitchen as they discussed the game and Matty's
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injury.
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The coach and kids were still there when Richard showed up
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with some videos he had rented for Matty. He had been very
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understanding the night before when I had cancelled our date and
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I was happy to see him. We had been dating for a few months and
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I think we both felt comfortable, if not "in love" with each
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other. I asked him to drive me to the school so I could pick up
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my car, and when we were in the car, Richard suggested a "quick
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detour" to his house, but I declined. I wasn't ready to leave
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Matty that long, and Richard said he understood.
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In the three years since my divorce, Richard was only the
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second man I had dated to the point of physical intimacy. I had
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been very careful with the men I had dated, protecting my body
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and health. I had also protected Matty and had never made love
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to any of them at my home. Their homes or motels were fine, but
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I had never wanted to risk Matty seeing me intimate with anyone.
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I didn't want him thinking about me in that way.
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At the deserted school parking lot, Richard and I shared a
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kiss that quickly grew hotter and hotter, until his hands were
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under my shirt and bra and caressing my aching breasts. My
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nipples hardened as he squeezed them and I melted into his
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embrace.
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Feeling like I was back in high school, I looked around at
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the empty playing fields and then lowered my head to Richard's
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lap. I opened his pants and released his erect cock, licking its
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smooth, pink head. I stroked his hard length a few times
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(reminding myself that Richard's was the SECOND cock I had held
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in my hands that day!) and then opened my mouth and sucked his
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hot flesh into my mouth. Just a few deep plunges into my mouth
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and I soon felt him tense in my hand. He came quickly, shooting
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his warm cum into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked him
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until there was no more cum and gently replaced his softening
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penis in his shorts, zipped him back up and kissed him on the
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cheek.
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I then lowered the zipper on my jeans, but as his hand
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approached my crotch, a gaggle of soccer players ran down the
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hill to start a practice. I zipped up and opened the car door.
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"Well, that was fun while it lasted! Be sure to stay in
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touch, Dear. I'm sure I'll be housebound for a little while, but
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I want to hear from you. Thanks for the ride, Richard."
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He smiled and waved and made the "A-okay" sign as he drove
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off.
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......
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The crowd was gone when I got home, and Matty wasn't on the
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sofa.
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"Matty?"
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"Mom? I'm glad you're home! I need help!"
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Matty was sitting on the toilet and was unable to clean
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himself.
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"How did you get your pajamas down?"
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"I used my feet to pull them down, Mom. I didn't have much
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choice!"
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"Oh, Matty! I'm so sorry. How long have you been sitting
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here?"
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"I don't know, but both my legs are asleep!"
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We both laughed as I cleaned him and helped him hobble back
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into the family room and onto the sofa. "I didn't even think
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about being so helpless when I go to the bathroom, Mom. I feel
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terrible that you have to help me there, too!"
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"Now, Matty, I'm only going to say this one more time --
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relax! I'm your Mom, and I love you, and there isn't a thing in
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the world that I wouldn't do for you. Enjoy it. Dr. Fox says
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you'll mend quickly, and then you'll lose your own personal
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slave. Okay?"
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Matt smiled and nodded, "Okay. But don't ever leave me
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alone, again, if you can help it. I didn't like it when you were
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gone."
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I helped Matty into the TV room, switched on a baseball game
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and I started my weekend chores. After a late lunch (hand-fed to
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Matty), the two of us watched a movie on cable. It was a dumb
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story about some high school kids getting into stupid situations,
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but I figured its appeal for Matty and every other teenage boy
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was the appearance of a different bare-breasted, blonde,
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beach-bunny every ten minutes or so.
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As the credits were rolling, Matty said, "What did you mean,
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today, when you said about being a teenager and raging hormones,
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Mom?"
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......
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Whoever said "discretion is the better part of valor" was
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right, because that's the tact I chose to answer Matty's
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question. I had good reason to be VERY discrete!
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In fact, I had been introduced to sex by my Mother's younger
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brother just after my twelfth birthday (he was 19 or 20), and I
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progressed from there to being outrageously promiscuous through
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my last couple of years in grammar school, and all through high
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school. It was the 70's (SEX, drugs and rock and roll, man!) and
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I'm sure I must have set some kind of record for the number of
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boys and men I had.
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But now, 33 years old, divorced, a respected career woman,
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living in the "right" neighborhood, member of the PTA Board,
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community volunteer, and "SuperMom," I sure wasn't going to go
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into any of those sordid details! Besides, Matty didn't want to
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hear THAT about his mother!
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"I just meant that I dated guys in high school and college
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and I remember a few... ah... consistencies among them. Not that
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I ever did anything!"
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He smiled, but went on, "I was just wondering if you... you
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know... ever fooled around... before Dad came along."
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"Hmm... Matty, I think you should know all there is to know
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about your parents, and I want to be totally honest with you.
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I've `fooled around' once in my life, and that was exactly 9
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months before you were born!"
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"Oh, Mom!"
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- - - End of Part One - - -
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MOM'S HEALING LOVE
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A Misbehavin' Mom Story
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by J. BOSWELL
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- - - Part Two - - -
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We managed to get through the rest of the day and that night
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but I still didn't get to sleep in my own bed. Without the pain-
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killer that the hospital had given Matty, sleeping was almost
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impossible for him. I stayed awake as much as I could, forcing
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him to stay on his back whenever he tried to roll onto his right
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side. When the sun came up, I was exhausted.
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I climbed out of Matty's bed and dressed in a bathing suit
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and robe before I woke him.
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In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matty saw my bathing
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suit and smiled, "I thought you said we had to throw modesty out
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the window for a while?"
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"We did -- yours! I'm the Mother and I get to wear a
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bathing suit."
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As the shower progressed, Matty became erect again. After
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washing his genitals, the skin on his penis was taut and glowing
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pink. I was stuck about what to do. Part of me wanted to turn
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the shower off and dress him, while the other part sympathized
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with his predicament.
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Without saying anything to Matty about my thoughts, I
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grabbed one of my moisturizing lotions and began rubbing it on
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his chest.
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"This should feel good, and it will keep your skin from
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drying out." Looking only at my hands, I rubbed more on his
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thighs and then, finally, his penis. The lotion was warm and
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slippery and Matty began ejaculating almost immediately. I
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waited for him to finish and then rinsed him off.
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After I dressed him, I showered and that was the last thing
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I remembered until I felt Matty shaking me and almost yelling,
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"Mom! Mom! It's the phone. Dr. Fox is on the phone and wants
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to talk to you!"
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I woke up and realized that I was lying on my back on my
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bed, stark naked, with my wet towel still in my hand and my feet
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still on the floor. I had fallen asleep as I was drying my hair
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after my shower!
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Matty was standing next to the bed, shaking my arm and
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shoulder with his foot, and watching my jiggling breasts with his
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eyes. His pajamas had an obvious tent at his crotch. He was
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getting an eyeful of his naked mother, and seemed to be really
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enjoying it!
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"How did you answer the phone, Honey?"
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"Speakerphone."
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"Oh, yeah. Matty? You can stop shaking me, now. I'm
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awake."
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"Oh, sorry!"
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I stood and slipped on a robe to take the call. When I got
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downstairs, I asked Matty if he was hungry.
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"Starving! But you needed the sleep. What did Dr. Fox
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want?"
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"Well, he wanted to see how you were doing, which was nice,
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but very surprising for an Emergency Room doctor, and even more
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surprising, he asked me out to dinner, sometime."
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Matty smiled, "I'm not surprised. In the hospital, he
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wanted to know all about you. If you were married or divorced
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and if you dated much. He told me that he thought you were
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really hot looking."
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"Oh? And what did you say?"
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"I agreed and said I thought you were really hot looking,
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too."
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"Matty!"
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"Well, it's true! All my friends think so, too, Mom. Why
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do you think Ryan and Todd always hang over here at our pool all
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Summer?"
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I knew I was in pretty good shape for 33, but I never
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thought of myself as flaming the fires of pubescent masturbatory
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fantasies. Brown hair (still with no gray!), large blue eyes and
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good skin, I knew I was (at the very least) pretty. With the
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help of aerobics and my exercycle, my body was still holding up
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pretty well, too. I knew men liked looking at (and playing
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with!) my large, round breasts (36D) and long legs, but I was
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also proud of my flat stomach, firm ass, and tight waist. Sure,
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I could admit I was attractive, but I didn't go out of my way to
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make a big deal out of it. Now, I was embarrassed thinking that
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I was the subject of teenaged boys' comments! No wonder they
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liked spending the summer around our pool in the yard!
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The next day was Monday, and I called Matty's school. Since
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Matty had been injured playing a school sport and there were only
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a few weeks left in the school year, the Headmaster offered to
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let Matty miss the remainder of the year, and take his current
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marks (one "B" and the rest "A's") for his final grades. I
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agreed and thanked him for his time and understanding. As for my
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class of third graders, I had a ton of vacation saved up, so I
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called my school and they said they would obtain a substitute
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teacher for my classes until I returned or the school year ended.
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On Monday and Tuesday, Matty's erections quickly yielded to
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my hand-jobs in the shower. On Wednesday, however, he was still
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hard and throbbing in my hand well after I applied the lotion and
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the motion. If I rubbed him any more, it would be obvious that I
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was intentionally jerking him off, rather than him just
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ejaculating as a result of me washing or "oiling" him.
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I was again in a quandary and didn't know what to do. I
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decided that I should just leave well enough alone.
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"Okay, time to rinse off, Dear."
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"Uh... Mom? Uh... do you think... ah... Never mind."
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"Would you like me to rub you a little more, Matty?"
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"It's more like needing it, Mom. I'm sorry. I can't help
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it. I'd gladly do it myself, if I could."
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I filled my hands with more lotion and began rubbing them
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along the length of his erection. The skin was warm and smooth
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and felt wonderful in my hands. I squeezed his rod as my hand
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slipped along its length, and I cupped his tight balls in my
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other hand. "I understand, Matty. Don't be embarrassed. Every
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man in the world masturbates. Do you do it every day?"
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Matty's whole body blushed a bright red as he answered,
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"Yeah. At least two times, usually more, before this happened."
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"Well, just relax, now. I think I'm almost done."
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Just then, Matty exploded with his orgasm, shooting his cum
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the length of my arms, splashing it on the cleavage showing above
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my swimsuit. He saw that and his body jerked out of my hand and
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he almost fell. I grabbed him and sat him on the side of the
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tub.
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"Are you alright, Honey?"
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"Yeah, I guess so. I just never had one that strong
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before!"
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And that became our routine. We didn't talk about it, we
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just did it. Every morning in the shower, I would give my son a
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hand-job. I didn't try to hide what I was doing -- we both knew.
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|
......
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On Thursday, we got a call from Allen, Matty's father. He
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decided to fly in and see Matty for the weekend. I also got a
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call from Dr. Fox. He offered to stop by on Saturday and check
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Matty's progress and asked if he could take me to dinner. Since
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Allen was going to be here and could babysit Matty, I accepted
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his offer.
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I met Allen at the airport and he was as friendly as ever.
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I saw him checking me out as he approached and I quickly turned
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my cheek as he bent down to kiss me.
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"Jessica! You're more beautiful than ever! How have you
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been?"
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"Just fine, Allen. I see you still like to throw the bull."
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......
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I have to admit that when I was 18 years old and a freshman
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in college, I was totally and absolutely taken by Allen's smooth
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charm. Ten years older than me, he was a broker on the fast
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track and I think my youth and looks appealed to him in a
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|
"trophy" sort of way. We were married and I was pregnant before
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either one of us had really thought about it. Of course, the
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|
wonderful thing was that we had Matty -- the only success Allen
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|
and I had in our almost-twelve years together. I finished
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|
college and started to teach. Allen stayed on the fast track,
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|
making the mega-bucks he was hungry for, but also spending a lot
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|
of it on wine, women, song, and cocaine. I tried to hang in
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|
there, but finally gave up. Typical of Allen, he ran away -- to
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|
California. He sent us a big check every month and saw Matt for
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|
a few weeks in the summer, but they were more like buddies than
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|
father and son, and that was all there was to his commitment. He
|
|
was a successful, charming, shallow man.
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|
He stared at my legs as I drove him back to the house, and
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|
at my body in obvious stares for the rest of the evening, so I
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|
really wasn't surprised when he knocked on my bedroom door that
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|
night. I was sitting up, reading when he opened the door.
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|
"Dating anyone, Jessie?"
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"I'm seeing someone, but it's not the real thing or
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|
anything."
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He moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
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|
"Is he keeping you happy? Meeting all your needs?"
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|
"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?"
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|
"Okay, but you can't fault a guy for trying. How about, if
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|
we're not going to get physical, you at least give me a look at
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|
your goodies? You're so fucking beautiful and sexy! No touchies
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|
I promise!"
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|
I laughed and swung at him with my book, "Get out of here,
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|
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!"
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|
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. It didn't work
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|
anymore.
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|
......
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On Saturday, I woke Matty and dressed him in a pair of
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|
swimtrunks. Without either of us saying a word, he understood.
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|
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 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 of Part Two - - -
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|
|
|
|
MOM'S HEALING LOVE
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|
|
|
A Misbehavin' Mom Story
|
|
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 "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 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
|
|
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 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 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 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, 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 screaming 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 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 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
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at you and spied on you, I wanted you to be just for me. But, at
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the same time, I think about you fucking all these other guys and
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I get sort of... um... I guess I get proud of you. That you
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turned all these men on and they all wanted you as much as I do!
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I wish I could have known you when you were a teenager and
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watched you with all those guys. I'm not even making any sense,
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am I?"
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I smiled at him as I mounted him, yet again. "I think so,
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Honey. But here we are, naked in bed together, so I'm not sure
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anything is making very much sense right now."
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......
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On Wednesday, Matty invited some of his classmates over for
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a party. It was the last day of exams and the boys had only to
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suffer through their closing ceremonies the following morning, so
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it was the perfect night for a party. I made a pile of
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sandwiches, bought a ton of chips, and stocked a cooler with
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sodas.
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As usual, Matty selected my clothes, choosing white lace bra
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and panties, a white silk blouse and my short denim miniskirt.
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When I asked about stockings or pantyhose, Matty said white socks
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and sneakers were fine.
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The boys arrived around 7:30 and I became scarce,
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disappearing to my bedroom, but not before I noticed all of the
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boys looking me over, and a few of them almost drooling. Around
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11:00, they got a little loud and I went down to quiet them
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before they ripped the house apart. As soon as I walked into the
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room, I knew why they were getting so loud -- there were empty
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beer bottles all over the place! Instead of sodas, they had hit
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the beers stocked in the refrigerator behind the bar! I had nine
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drunk teenage boys on my hands!
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After getting a few whistles and a couple surprised "Uh...
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|
Hi, Mrs. Lawrence!"'s, I caught Matty's eye and he walked over to
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me.
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"Matt! What the hell is going on here?"
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"It's cool, Mom. Settle down. We're just blowing off a
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|
little steam. We won't hurt anything."
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"Matty, how am I going to take these boys home drunk?"
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"Don't worry, Mom. Their parents aren't waiting up for
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them." Then he rested his left arm on my shoulder and grinned at
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me. "Besides, we're almost out of beer, and I'm glad. I'm ready
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for them to leave, because I'm horny!"
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"Shhh! Matt, don't say things like that!"
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I walked into the room and turned the stereo down, "Okay,
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guys, as of this moment, the bar is closed. I'm serving coffee,
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tea, and sodas till midnight, and then I'm giving rides home.
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Okay?"
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There were a few whistles and a smattering of applause, and
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|
even a few "Boo's" but they were good kids and stopped drinking
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their beers. By 1:00 a.m. I had safely delivered all of them
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|
home, and made my way upstairs.
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"Did you fuck any of my friends when you drove them home?"
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"Matty, stop talking like that."
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"Well, did you, slut?"
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"Of course not, Matty. That's disgusting. I don't fuck
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every male in the world. I'm not a slut, anymore."
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|
"No? You fucked who knows how many guys in high school and
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|
you fucked Dr. Fox on the second date and licked his cum off my
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fingers, and you fuck Richard, and you probably fucked Dad when
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|
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?"
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"Come here, and let me feel if you fucked any of my
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|
friends."
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|
I stepped around the bed and stood next to Matty. His hand
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|
shot up my skirt, pushed my panties aside, and pushed two fingers
|
|
into my cunt. I responded to his touch, immediately, feeling my
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|
cunt grow wet and slippery around his invading fingers.
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|
"See, Matty, nobody's been there but you."
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|
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
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|
hips against one another. He pounded his cock into me with
|
|
almost painful intensity.
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|
"Ohhh, Matty! Ohhh, Matty, I'm coming, Dear! Oh, I love
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|
so much!"
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|
Matty pounded away into me, until he tensed and opened his
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|
. As he began to come inside me, he whispered to me between
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lenched teeth, "I love you, too, Mom. But you ARE a slut!"
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- - - End of Part Three - - -
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MOM'S HEALING LOVE
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A Misbehavin' Mom Story
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by J. BOSWELL
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- - - Part Four - - -
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Matty and I attended his school's closing ceremonies the
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|
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.
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|
"I told the guys the party was continued today, Mom. You
|
|
may want to go get us some more beer."
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|
Apparently, Matt had told his friends that his mom was
|
|
"cool" about partying at our house, because that's what they did.
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|
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.
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|
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.
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|
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.
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|
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.
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|
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 enjoying 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!
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|
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."
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|
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 drinking 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 hangover.
|
|
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 upstairs 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 before 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 skirt out of the
|
|
way and pulling my panties down over my ass and legs. He knelt
|
|
as he dropped his shorts and underwear 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 bedroom 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 eventually
|
|
wanted to try anal sex.
|
|
I slept when I could, but it was seldom alone, usually
|
|
waking up to a roomful of ready, randy teenagers, 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 complaints. 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 phonecalls 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 neighborhood.
|
|
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 everywhere, 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 understatement.
|
|
......
|
|
Allen immediately filed for and got custody, stopped sending
|
|
the support checks, and sold the house and car. Matty very
|
|
reluctantly moved out to California 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
|
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the younger boys), but my psychiatrist (an expert in the field
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(but aren't they all?)) told me that although it WOULD have an
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effect (just as everything else that happens to a person has an
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effect) I shouldn't despair over the sexual aspect of it. In
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fact, she told me that they are just now concluding that
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Mother/son and woman/boy relationships may be the most common of
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all parent/child or adult/child episodes, but the most
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underreported -- precisely because of the lack of long-term
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damage. It is the one relationship-type where both parties get
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exactly what they need from the other party and the relationship,
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and the power status between the parties is the most equitable.
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She gave me a whole lot more mumbo-jumbo about it, but there's no
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need to go into that.
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......
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All of this happened over a year ago, and I have survived.
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I moved up Interstate 95 a hundred miles, to Philadelphia,
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re-adopted my maiden name, went back to school, got a new
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apartment, and found a new job that starts tomorrow. I'm in
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shape, motivated, lean and mean and ready to get on with my life.
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I think I can make it.
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September, 1990
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- - - The End - - -
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