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Archive name: (Mom2.txt
Author: J Boswell
Story title: "Mom's Healing Love"

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This story contains sexual suggestions, between mother
and son. If this type of story may offend you, or you
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                  - - - Part Two - - -

     We managed to get through the rest of the day and
 that night but I still didn't get to sleep in my own
 bed.  Without the pain-killer that the hospital had
 given Matty, sleeping was almost impossible for him. I
 stayed awake as much as I could, forcing him to stay
 on his back whenever he tried to roll onto his right
 side.  When the sun came up, I was exhausted.

     I climbed out of Matty's bed and dressed in a bath-
 ing suit and robe before I woke him.  

     In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matty saw my
 bathing suit and smiled, "I thought you said we had to
 throw modesty out the window for a while?"

     "We did -- yours!  I'm the Mother and I get to wear
 a bathing suit."

     As the shower progressed, Matty became erect again.
  After washing his genitals, the skin on his penis was
 taut and glowing pink.  I was stuck about what to do.
 Part of me wanted to turn the shower off and dress him,
 while the other part sympathized with his predicament.

     Without saying anything to Matty about my thoughts,
 I grabbed one of my moisturizing lotions and began rub-
 bing it on his chest.

     "This should feel good, and it will keep your skin
 from drying out."  Looking only at my hands, I rubbed
 more on his thighs and then, finally, his penis.  The
 lotion was warm and slippery and Matty began ejaculat-
 ing almost immediately.  Iwaited for him to finish and
 then rinsed him off.

     After I dressed him, I showered and that was the
 last thing I remembered until I felt Matty shaking me
 and almost yelling, "Mom!  Mom!  It's the phone.  Dr.
 Fox is on the phone and wants to talk to you!"

     I woke up and realized that I was lying on my back
 on my bed, stark naked, with my wet towel still in my
 hand and my feet still on the floor.  I had fallen
 asleep as I was drying my hair after my shower!  

     Matty was standing next to the bed, shaking my arm
 and shoulder with his foot, and watching my jiggling
 breasts with his eyes.  His pajamas had an obvious
 tent at his crotch.  He was getting an eyeful of his
 naked mother, and seemed to be really enjoying it!

     "How did you answer the phone, Honey?"

     "Speakerphone."

     "Oh, yeah.  Matty?  You can stop shaking me, now.
 I'm awake."

     "Oh, sorry!"

     I stood and slipped on a robe to take the call.
 When I got downstairs, I asked Matty if he was hungry.

     "Starving!  But you needed the sleep.  What did Dr.
 Fox want?"

     "Well, he wanted to see how you were doing, which
 was nice, but very surprising for an Emergency Room
 doctor, and even more surprising, he asked me out to
 dinner, sometime."

     Matty smiled, "I'm not surprised.  In the hospital,
 he wanted to know all about you.  If you were married
 or divorced and if you dated much.  He told me that he
 thought you were really hot looking."

     "Oh?  And what did you say?"

     "I agreed and said I thought you were really hot
 looking, too."

     "Matty!"

     "Well, it's true!  All my friends think so, too,
 Mom.  Why do you think Ryan and Todd always hang over
 here at our pool all Summer?"

     I knew I was in pretty good shape for 33, but I
 never thought of myself as flaming the fires of pube-
 scent masturbatory fantasies.  Brown hair (still with
 no gray!), large blue eyes and good skin, I knew I was
 (at the very least) pretty.  With the help of aerobics
 and my exercycle, my body was still holding up pretty
 well, too.  I knew men liked looking at (and playing
 with!) my large, round breasts (36D) and long legs,
 but I was also proud of my flat stomach, firm ass, and
 tight waist.  Sure, I could admit I was attractive, but
 I didn't go out of my way to make a big deal out of it.
 Now, I was embarrassed thinking that I was the subject
 of teenaged boys' comments!  No wonder they liked
 spending the summer around our pool in the yard!

			.....
     The next day was Monday, and I called Matty's
 school.  Since Matty had been injured playing a school
 sport and there were only a few weeks left in the
 school year, the Headmaster offered to let Matty miss
 the remainder of the year, and take his current marks
 (one "B" and the rest "A's") for his final grades.  I
 agreed and thanked him for his time and understanding.
 As for my class of third graders, I had a ton of va-
 cation saved up, so I called my school and they said
 they would obtain a substitute teacher for my classes
 until I returned or the school year ended.

			......

     On Monday and Tuesday, Matty's erections quickly
 yielded to my hand-jobs in the shower.  On Wednesday,
 however, he was still hard and throbbing in my hand
 well after I applied the lotion and the motion.  If I
 rubbed him any more, it would be obvious that I was
 intentionally jerking him off, rather than him just
 ejaculating as a result of me washing or "oiling" him.

     I was again in a quandary and didn't know what to
 do.  I decided that I should just leave well enough
 alone.

     "Okay, time to rinse off, Dear."

     "Uh... Mom?  Uh... do you think... ah...  Never
 mind."

     "Would you like me to rub you a little more,
 Matty?"

     "It's more like needing it, Mom.  I'm sorry.  I
 can't help it.  I'd gladly do it myself, if I could."

     I filled my hands with more lotion and began rub-
 bing them along the length of his erection.  The skin
 was warm and smooth and felt wonderful in my hands. I
 squeezed his rod as my hand slipped along its length,
 and I cupped his tight balls in my other hand.  "I
 understand, Matty.  Don't be embarrassed.  Every man
 in the world masturbates.  Do you do it every day?"

     Matty's whole body blushed a bright red as he
 answered, "Yeah.  At least two times, usually more,
 before this happened."

     "Well, just relax, now.  I think I'm almost done."

     Just then, Matty exploded with his orgasm, shooting
 his cum the length of my arms, splashing it on the
 cleavage showing above my swimsuit.  He saw that and
 his body jerked out of my hand and he almost fell.  I
 grabbed him and sat him on the side of the tub.

     "Are you alright, Honey?"

     "Yeah, I guess so.  I just never had one that
 strong before!"

     And that became our routine.  We didn't talk about
 it, we just did it.  Every morning in the shower, I
 would give my son a hand-job.  I didn't try to hide
 what I was doing -- we both knew.

			......

     On Thursday, we got a call from Allen, Matty's
 father.  He decided to fly in and see Matty for the
 weekend.  I also got a call from Dr. Fox.  He offered
 to stop by on Saturday and check Matty's progress and
 asked if he could take me to dinner.  Since Allen was
 going to be here and could babysit Matty, I accepted
 his offer.

     I met Allen at the airport and he was as friendly
 as ever.  I saw him checking me out as he approached
 and I quickly turned my cheek as he bent down to kiss
 me.

     "Jessica!  You're more beautiful than ever!  How
 have you been?"

     "Just fine, Allen.  I see you still like to throw
 the bull."

			......
 
     I have to admit that when I was 18 years old and a
 freshman in college, I was totally and absolutely taken
 by Allen's smooth charm.  Ten years older than me, he
 was a broker on the fast track and I think my youth and
 looks appealed to him in a "trophy" sort of way.  We
 were married and I was pregnant before either one of us
 had really thought about it.  Of course, the wonderful
 thing was that we had Matty -- the only success Allen
 and I had in our almost-twelve years together. I
 finished college and started to teach.  Allen stayed on
 the fast track, making the mega-bucks he was hungry
 for, but also spending a lot of it on wine, women,
 song, and cocaine.  I tried to hang in there, but
 finally gave up.  Typical of Allen, he ran away -- to
 California.  He sent us a big check every month and saw
 Matt for a few weeks in the summer, but they were more
 like buddies than father and son, and that was all
 there was to his commitment.  He was a successful,
 charming, shallow man.

     He stared at my legs as I drove him back to the
 house, and at my body in obvious stares for the rest
 of the evening, so I really wasn't surprised when he
 knocked on my bedroom door that night.  I was sitting
 up, reading when he opened the door.

     "Dating anyone, Jessie?"

     "I'm seeing someone, but it's not the real thing
 or anything."

     He moved across the room and sat on the edge of
 the bed. "Is he keeping you happy?  Meeting all your
 needs?"

     "Allen, I'm not going to fuck you, if that's what
 you're leading up to.  Why complicate the perfect
 relationship we've finally worked out after all these
 years?"

     "Okay, but you can't fault a guy for trying.  How
 about, if we're not going to get physical, you at least
 give me a look at your goodies?  You're so fucking
 beautiful and sexy!  No touchies -- I promise!"

     I laughed and swung at him with my book, "Get out
 of here, you monster!  You're incorrigible!"

     Allen got a little edge to his voice -- somewhere
 between anger and a whine.  "Come on, Jessie!  It's not
 like it would be the first time, or anything.  You're
 not a goddamn virgin!  All that money I send you every
 month ought to buy me some privileges."

     Now I was angry.  "Allen, that's gross!  The money
 that you send doesn't hurt you a bit and it buys your
 son the house and school and lifestyle he's had all
 his life.  I'm not your hooker and it doesn't buy my
 body!"

     Allen shook his head and walked out of the room,
 wearing a major pout and slamming the door.  His pro-
 blem was that I had seen that pout too many times in
 the past.  It didn't work anymore.

			......

     On Saturday, I woke Matty and dressed him in a pair
 of swimtrunks.  Without either of us saying a word, he
 understood.  We were just finishing his shower when
 Allen walked into the bathroom and dried Matt.

     Early in the evening, Dr. Donald Fox arrived and
 examined Matty, declaring his recovery satisfactory
 and then whisking me out to his car for dinner.  We
 ate in a small restaurant in Little Italy, and then
 toured a few clubs, looking for a band we could dance
 to.  It was after 1:00 a.m. when we got home. 

     Out of sheer reflex, I invited Donald in and he
 accepted. Declining a coffee, we sat on the sofa and
 chatted for a few minutes, until he pulled me close
 to him and kissed me.  His tongue pushed into my mouth,
 spreading my lips and teeth open, finding my tongue.
 We kissed for a while, and as his mouth worked down to
 my neck, his hand rose to my breast and he gently
 cupped my tit through my blouse and bra.  It soon
 progressed into a full make-out session, and contrary
 to my normal habit, I permitted it continue, until
 Donald opened his zipper and placed my hand on his
 hot, pulsing cock. 

     Normally, I would have stopped well before this
 point, but I was feeling particularly naughty.  Maybe
 it was because it was our first date.  Maybe it was
 because my very pissed-off ex-husband was in the house
 as it was happening.  And -- although I wasn't ready
 to deal with the significance of it -- maybe it was
 because it had been a while for me and Matty wasn't
 the only one getting turned on in the shower every
 morning.

     Instead of stopping, I opened my blouse and un-
 clasped my bra and placed Donald's hand on my naked
 breast.  As he began to squeeze my nipple between his
 fingers, I moaned and lowered my mouth down over his
 cock, sucking him between my lips.

     We were both hot and went totally with the passion
 (or maybe it was just lust) we were feeling.  But as
 my lips slurped up and down Donald's rigid pole, I
 heard something.  Without stopping, I glanced up at
 the doorway and saw Matty standing back in the shadows,
 watching his mother give a blow-job to her date!  

     I couldn't believe my horrendous luck!  The first
 time I ever did anything like that in the house since
 my divorce, and I was caught!  But at the same time I
 was feeling guilty I was also getting even more
 excited.

     Donald's breathing quickened and he soon tensed
 and came into my mouth.  As much as I wanted to con-
 tinue and feel my own orgasm, I felt that Matty had
 spied on quite enough for the evening, so I sat up
 and rebuttoned my blouse.  I walked Donald to the door
 and kissed him goodnight as he promised to call me. 
 
     Still angry with Matty for spying, but still
 turned on and needing some release, I went to bed and
 buried my fingers in my cunt, squeezing my nipple and
 clit between my fingers.  Smelling my own wetness and
 still tasting Donald's salty cum on my lips, I slammed
 into an intense orgasm, moaning my passion through my
 clenched teeth as I bit into my pillow to muffle my
 screams.  I released my clit and fell asleep almost
 immediately.

     By the time I woke up on Sunday, Allen had helped
 Matty in the shower and had made breakfast.  We sat at
 the table and I couldn't look Matty in the eye.  I
 don't think he could look straight at me, either.
 Allen explained that he was going to have a very busy
 Summer, and maybe next Christmas week would be better
 for Matt's trip out West.  Matt agreed and soon after
 that, Allen left in a cab for the airport and his
 flight back to California.  

     Matty and I spent a very quiet and tense Sunday
 together.

     On Monday morning, when I went in to wake Matty,
 I found him already awake.

     "Mom, I'm sorry for what I did the other night.
 I know you saw me and I know it was wrong."

     "Yes, you're damned right it was wrong, Matty!
 How could you do that to me?  I think I deserve a
 little more privacy than that."

     "Well, I was just going to get something to drink
 in the kitchen, and I saw the two of you kissing, and
 I couldn't stop looking.  I'm sorry and it will never
 happen again."

     I calmed down a little as I realized part of my
 anger was addressed at myself, for getting so excited
 when I saw my son watching me.  I wondered if I even
 put a little extra enthusiasm in my show for my secret
 audience, Saturday night.  It seemed that our mother
 and son relationship was getting a little blurred at
 the edges since Matty's injuries.

     "It's okay, Dear.  I saw you watching.  I could
 have stopped.  I SHOULD have stopped.  Do you even
 know what was going on?"

     "Oh, Mom!  What kind of dweeb do you think I am?
 You were giving Dr. Fox head...er...oral sex."

     "Yes, we called it a blow-job in my day.  Have you
 ever had one?"

     Matty blushed and looked down at his toes.  "No,
 but... No."

     "But what, Matty?"

     "Well, at our graduation party from eighth grade,
 Becky Stone got pretty drunk and said she wanted to
 do every guy at the party like that.  She did do
 almost everybody, but she passed out before it was my
 turn.  Some of the other guys and I tried to wake her,
 but she was OUT!"

     I laughed at the thought of these horny, desperate
 boys and their attempts at reviving the willing, but
 unconscious girl. Becky Stone also reminded me of
 myself when I had been her age.

     "Matty, it's no big deal.  You'll soon have your
 turn."

     "The way Dr. Fox was acting -- he sure made it
 look like a big deal."

     "Well, you have all the time in the world.  And
 everything will come in its own time.  Come on, let's
 shower."

     As usual, Matty was erect as I washed him.  As I
 was sitting on the edge of the tub, Matty's erection
 was almost eye-level.  I poured lotion in my hands and
 he turned his penis towards me. Only this time, instead
 of applying the lotion, I leaned my head forward and
 sucked my son's raging, hot hard-on into my wet mouth.

     He moaned as his taut skin rubbed over my lips and
 teeth and tongue, and I cupped the twin globes of his
 ass in my hands, forcing him deeper into my mouth,
 filling the crevice between his cheeks with my oiled
 fingers, seeking his anus, finding it, invading it with
 a slippery finger, feeling him explode in my mouth,
 swallowing his warm goo, still sucking, feeling him
 begin to soften and then harden, again.


                 - - - End of Part Two - - -
                          Continued

(c) J. BOSWELL, September 1990