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pt3.txt (of hot-mom)
                        MOM'S HEALING LOVE
                          by J. BOSWELL

                       - - - Part Three - - -

     The dam had finally burst, the walls came crashing down, and I
wondered which one of us had been more turned on by my daily hand jobs?
Had I just been doing Matty a favor -- no different than drying him or
dressing him or feeding him?  Or had I been seducing him all along?
     Maybe it was more than the hand jobs.  Matty later told me that he had
been sneaking into my room for years, spying on me in the shower almost
every morning, more than once watching me let the shower's pulsing water
masturbate me (one of my favorite masturbation methods).  He also admitted
that the previous Saturday night wasn't the first time he had spied on me
and my dates (but it was the first time I had done "something interesting!").
     How long had this sexual tension been growing between us?  Did it
occur between all Mothers and sons?  Was this what I wanted to happen?  I
didn't know, but now that it had started, I wasn't ready to stop.

     I stood up and turned the water off.  Matty was silent as we looked
deeply into each other's eyes.
     I pushed my wet bathing suit off my breasts -- Matty's eyes ravaged my
now naked tits -- and down off my hips.  Still dripping wet, I pulled Matty
into my bedroom and over to the bed.  He was hard and I laid him on his
back and straddled his hips and lowered my wet, ready, hungry cunt down on
to and around his hot, hard flesh.  Mounted, I began to fuck my lovely,
sweet, innocent son.  I was lost forever -- far-away in my passion of that
moment of union.
     I bent forward and my big tits hung free, swinging with the rhythm of
my hip motion.  He slowly and carefully reached up and grabbed a swaying
nipple in his right hand, and then pinched my other nipple between his
thumb and cast on his left hand and I was transported away to a place where
I was only two nipples and a cunt, where they were the only parts of me
that still existed.  The sensations were powerful, almost painful, and I
could feel my orgasm beginning to grow in my cunt and nipples.
     I gripped his cock tighter and tighter in my cunt as I rode him.  And,
in perfect response, he gripped my nipples tighter and tighter until all of
me -- my cunt and my nipples -- disintegrated in the most total, most
intense orgasm of my life.  Somewhere, there, far away...in the throes of
my little death, Matty came, too, shooting his semen, his seed into his
mother, into his mother's cunt, the cunt through which he had arrived in
this world, as his fingers squeezed and tortured the nipples at which he
had fed.  My emotions reached overload and I passed out.

     All that day the two of us rutted together like animals.  I don't
think we said 20 words to each other.  All we did was kiss and lick and
suck and fuck.  We were insatiable.  We acted like two lovers, separated
for years, back together and making up for all the lost time.
     Matty ate my pussy, sucked my breasts, finger-fucked my ass, kissed my
mouth, and raped my cunt with his cock.  We couldn't fuck in the missionary
position because he couldn't support himself over me, but he enjoyed
torturing my tits as I rode him and loved the power he felt as I bent over
and he fucked me from the rear.  He wanted me to do everything to him and I
tried, as best as his injuries would allow.  Even more, he wanted to do
everything to me and I let him, finally sliming petroleum jelly on his
erect cock and bending over so he could fuck my ass before we fell asleep
in the bed that evening.
     Tuesday was the same -- there was no going back.  I woke Matty by
sucking his cock to erect life and then he fucked me in the shower.  We ate
in bed, being careless with our food and drinks and then rolling around (as
much as he could) with abandon on the soiled and cum-stained sheets as we
fucked.
     Matty was a wonderful lover, showing me how often a young, healthy
lover can do all the things a lover should do.  His cock and his tongue and
his fingers never seemed to tire.  He was enthusiastic and never got bored
with my body.  He worshipped my tits, loved my cunt, adored my ass,
cherished my legs, and revered my mouth.
     We didn't really leave the bed and bedroom until Thursday, and that
was because we had to go to the hospital for more X-rays and a re-
examination.  Dr. Fox wasn't there, but he had left a cute note attached to
Matty's chart, asking me out for Saturday night.  Matty was recovering
nicely, and was told to leave the slings off as much as possible, and to
start manipulating his arms and fingers.  (If the doctor only knew how well
Matty had been manipulating his fingers for the past three days!)

     Over the next few days, Matty and I continued to do everything either
one of us had ever imagined about, sexually.
     I modeled every negligee and undergarment I owned.  Matty loved some
of my nighties, camisoles, and teddies, but he had iron-hard erections
whenever I strutted around in garterbelt, stockings and heels, so, all day
Friday, that's all I wore, changing outfits after every fuck -- and that
meant so many changes!
     On Saturday, I was in the kitchen, preparing a salad for us, when
Matty walked in and grabbed a large carrot I had just peeled and pressed it
up and into my cunt.  I jumped at its coolness, then moaned with pleasure
as he fucked me with it, large end first, and was soon trembling in my
orgasm.  When I finished, Matty removed the carrot and placed it at my
mouth.  It was wet and shiny and smelled like me and his cum (because my
cunt was constantly full of his cum!).
     "Eat it!"  He ordered.
     I looked into his bright eyes and smiled as I bit the end of the
carrot.  "Mmmm!  This is too good a fucking carrot to throw away!  Want
some?"
     "No, I want you to eat all of it."
     And I did, with great drama and satisfaction.  I knew in that moment
that, right or wrong, I would do anything and everything for this
wonderful, loving boy!

     Both Richard and Donald (Dr. Fox) asked me out for Saturday evening.
I declined Richard's offer and was ready to turn down Dr. Fox, but Matty
insisted I go out with Donald.
     After I got off the phone with Donald, a thought flashed through my
mind.  "I guess you don't want me to be so easy with Dr. Fox this time, do
you?"
     Matty got a very serious look on his face.  "Mom, I want you to do
whatever you want to do.  Whatever feels right to you.  Go with it."
     "You're not going to spy on us, again, are you?"
     "I don't have to now, do I, Mom?  Can I pick out what you wear,
tonight?"
     "Sure!"
     Matty went through my closets and drawers and picked out black lace
bra and panties, garterbelt and stockings; a tight, low-cut black top and
my red leather skirt and high heels.  I felt very sexy dressing as Matty
watched and complimented me and my body.
     When I was completely dressed, Matty ordered me to bend over.  He
walked behind me, pulled my panties to the side and entered my slick, wet
cunt in one shove, pumping into me hard, until he came and collapsed back
on the bed.  I smiled and winked at him and was re-adjusting my panties and
skirt as the doorbell rang.
     Late that night, when Donald drove me home and followed me into the
house, I wondered if Matty was spying on us from somewhere, and if he
wanted me to put on a show for him.  It was easy to see that Donald was
ready -- my outfit had obviously driven him crazy all night.
     We began kissing on the sofa and progressed quickly until we were both
naked on the floor in front of the empty fireplace.  My almost constant sex
with Matty hadn't sated me; it had, instead, only made me hungry for MORE!
     Donald's mouth went down, over my breasts and tummy and through my
pussy hair, until he buried his tongue in my cunt and I covered my mouth to
keep from screaming as I came, thinking of him eating my pussy -- full of
Matty's cum.  Before I could catch my breath, he moved up and buried his
cock into me to the hilt.  We fucked gently, until he drew near and then he
pounded hard into me, filling me with his semen.
     After a few short kisses, he dressed quickly and said he'd let himself
out.  I gathered my clothes and went upstairs.  Matt was in my (our?) bed,
awake.
     "Well, Mom, did you blow him again?"  He was trying to smile.
     "Weren't you watching?"
     "You said you needed privacy."
     "And I put on a show because I thought you wanted to watch."
     "Did you suck him off, Mom?"
     I stepped over to the bed and he moved his right hand to my pussy.
His fingers explored in and around my cunt, feeling my wetness and Donald's
cum.
     "You slut!  You let him fuck you!"  Matty was furious!
     "I thought you wanted me to!  You said to do whatever felt good, Matt!
I thought you wanted to watch!"  I couldn't believe how nervous and
contrite I felt.  I was being scolded!
     Matty roughly filled my cunt with his fingers and brought his hand up
to my face.  "Look!  I can't believe you actually fucked him after all we
did this week!  You're a slut!"
     Thinking it would turn him on and calm his anger, I took his hand in
mine and gently licked the fingers clean.  When I got into bed I reached
down to his obvious erection, but he pushed me away and rolled over, away
from me.  I was confused and exhausted but didn't fall asleep very quickly.

     The next morning, our relationship changed, forever.  In the shower,
after I smeared the lotion on Matty's cock, he bent me over and rammed it
up my ass in one violent stroke.  My eyes teared at the brutal invasion but
I didn't say anything.  He fucked my poor anus mercilessly until he came
and then he told me to sit in the tub.  As I sat there, under the warm
spray of the shower, my son stood over me and pissed on my breasts and
pussy and I shocked myself with the intense and sudden orgasm I
experienced.
     That day, we resumed our almost-constant sex marathon, but with a
difference -- Matty was now the aggressor, the initiator, the dominant one.
I found myself the submissive, responsive  partner, doing whatever he asked
or ordered me to do.  We didn't discuss our roles, and I can't explain how
it happened.  It just happened.  He became the adult, and I became the
child -- always seeking his love and approval, trying with all my energy to
please him.
     He wanted to know everything there was to know about me sexually.  My
first time, who I slept with, what I did, when I got my period, how and how
often I masturbated (besides in the shower).  Everything!
     By the time I finished telling him about my early sexual experiences,
he was hard and had his hand buried up my cunt.
     "Mom, you are a bigger slut than I even imagined!  Is there ANYbody
you haven't fucked?"
     "Matty, it was a long time ago.  I was a teenager and times were
different then.  It's what teenagers do!  Are you jealous?"
     "Yes, I'm jealous!  I guess all these years, while I peeked at you and
spied on you, I wanted you to be just for me.  But, at the same time, I
think about you fucking all these other guys and I get sort of...um... I
guess I get proud of you.  That you turned all these men on and they all
wanted you as much as I do!  I wish I could have known you when you were a
teenager and watched you with all those guys.  I'm not even making any
sense, am I?"
     I smiled at him as I mounted him, yet again.  "I think so, Honey.  But
here we are, naked in bed together, so I'm not sure anything is making very
much sense right now."

     On Wednesday, Matty invited some of his classmates over for a party.
It was the last day of exams and the boys had only to suffer through their
closing ceremonies the following morning, so it was the perfect night for a
party.  I made a pile of sandwiches, bought a ton of chips, and stocked a
cooler with sodas.
     As usual, Matty selected my clothes, choosing white lace bra and
panties, a white silk blouse and my short denim miniskirt.  When I asked
about stockings or pantyhose, Matty said white socks and sneakers were
fine.
     The boys arrived around 7:30 and I became scarce, disappearing up to
my bedroom, but not before I noticed all of the boys looking me over, and a
few of them almost drooling.  Around 11:00, they got a little loud and I
went down to quiet them before they ripped the house apart.  As soon as I
walked into the room, I knew why they were getting so loud -- there were
empty beer bottles all over the place!  Instead of sodas, they had hit the
beers stocked in the refrigerator behind the bar!  I had nine drunk teenage
boys on my hands!
     After getting a few whistles and a couple surprised "Uh...Hi, Mrs.
Lawrence!"'s, I caught Matty's eye and he walked over to me.
     "Matt!  What the hell is going on here?"
     "It's cool, Mom.  Settle down.  We're just blowing off a little steam.
We won't hurt anything."
     "Matty, how am I going to take these boys home drunk?"
     "Don't worry, Mom.  Their parents aren't waiting up for them."  Then
he rested his left arm on my shoulder and grinned at me.  "Besides, we're
almost out of beer, and I'm glad.  I'm ready for them to leave, because I'm
horny!"
     "Shhh!  Matt, don't say things like that!"
     I walked into the room and turned the stereo down, "Okay, guys, as of
this moment, the bar is closed.  I'm serving coffee, tea, and sodas till
midnight, and then I'm giving rides home.  Okay?"
     There were a few whistles and a smattering of applause, and even a few
"Boo's" but they were good kids and stopped drinking their beers.  By 1:00
a.m. I had safely delivered all of them home, and made my way upstairs.
     "Did you fuck any of my friends?"
     "Matty, stop talking like that."
     "Well, did you, slut?"
     "Of course not, Matty.  That's disgusting.  I don't fuck every male in
the world.  I'm not a slut, anymore."
     "No?  You fucked who knows how many guys in high school and you fucked
Dr. Fox on the second date and licked his cum off my fingers, and you fuck
Richard, and you probably fucked Dad when he was here.  You even fuck your
son!  You're a nympho-slut."
     "Matty!  Please stop!  Why are you being like this?  Why are you
hurting me so?  How much beer did you drink tonight?"
     "Come here, and let me feel if you fucked any of my friends."
     I stepped around the bed and stood next to Matty.  His hand shot up my
skirt, pushed my panties aside, and pushed two fingers into my cunt.  I
responded to his touch, immediately, feeling my cunt grow wet and slippery
around his invading fingers.
     "See, Matty, nobody's been there but you, today."
     I undressed and got into bed.  Matt's cock was hard and standing
straight up.  I mounted his hips and placed his pink cockhead at the
opening to my pussy.  With one powerful thrust of his hips, my son buried
his cock up inside his mother to the hilt.  The pleasure for me was real
and strong and washed over me in waves.  We found our rhythm and began
fucking, slapping our hips against one another.  He pounded his cock into
me with almost painful intensity.
     "Ohhh, Matty!  Ohhh, Matty, I'm coming, Dear!  Oh, I love you so
much!"
     Matty pounded away into me, until he tensed and opened his eyes.  As
he began to come inside me, he whispered to me between his clenched teeth,
"I love you, too, Mom.  But you ARE a slut!"