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pt2.txt (of hot-mom)
                        MOM'S HEALING LOVE
                          by J. BOSWELL

                       - - - Part Two - - -

     We managed to get through the rest of the day and that night, but I
still didn't get to sleep in my own bed.  Without the pain-killer that the
hospital had given Matty, sleeping was almost impossible for him.  I stayed
awake as much as I could, forcing him to stay on his back whenever he tried
to roll onto his right side.  When the sun came up, I was exhausted.
     I climbed out of Matty's bed and dressed in a bathing suit and robe
before I woke him.
     In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matty saw my bathing suit and
smiled, "I thought you said we had to throw modesty out the window for a
while?"
     "We did -- yours!  I'm the Mother and I get to wear a bathing suit."
     As the shower progressed, Matty became hard again.  After washing his
genitals, the skin on his penis was taut and was glowing pink.  I was stuck
about what to do.  Part of me wanted to turn the shower off and dress him,
while the other part sympathized with his predicament.
     Without saying anything to Matty about my thoughts, I grabbed one of
my moisturizing lotions and began rubbing it on his chest.
     "This should feel good, and it will keep your skin from drying out."
Looking only at my hands, I rubbed more on his thighs and then, finally,
his penis.  The lotion was warm and slippery and Matty began ejaculating
almost immediately.  I waited for him to finish and then rinsed him off.
     After I had dressed him, I showered and that was the last thing I
remembered until I felt Matty shaking me and almost yelling, "Mom!  Mom!
It's the phone.  Dr. Fox is on the phone and wants to talk to you!"
     I woke up and realized that I was lying on my back on my bed, stark
naked, with my wet towel still in my hand and my feet still on the floor.
I had fallen asleep as I was drying myself after my shower!
     Matty was standing next to the bed, shaking my arm and shoulder with
his foot, and watching my jiggling breasts with his eyes.  His pajamas had
an obvious tent at his crotch.  He was getting an eyeful of his naked
mother, and seemed to be really enjoying it!
     "How did you answer the phone, Honey?"
     "Speakerphone."
     "Oh, yeah.  Matty?  You can stop shaking me, now.  I'm awake."
     "Oh, sorry!"
     I stood and slipped on a robe to take the call.  When I got
downstairs, I asked Matty if he was hungry.
     "Starving!  But you needed the sleep.  What did Dr. Fox want?"
     "Well, he wanted to see how you were doing, which was nice, but very
surprising for an Emergency Room doctor, and even more surprising, he asked
me out to dinner, sometime."
     Matty smiled, "I'm not surprised.  In the hospital, he wanted to know
all about you.  If you were married or divorced and if you dated much.  He
told me that he thought you were really hot looking."
     "Oh?  And what did you say?"
     "I agreed and said I thought you were really hot looking, too."
     "Matty!"
     "Well, it's true!  All my friends think so, too, Mom.  Why do you
think Ryan and Todd always hang over here at our pool all Summer?"
     I knew I was in pretty good shape for 33, but I never thought of
myself as flaming the fires of pubescent masturbatory fantasies.  Brown
hair (still with no gray!), large blue eyes and good skin, I knew I was (at
the very least) pretty.  With the help of aerobics and my exercycle, my
body was still holding up pretty well, too.  I knew men liked looking at
(and playing with!) my large, round breasts (36D) and long legs, but I was
also proud of my flat stomach, firm ass, and tight waist.  Sure, I could
admit I was attractive, but I didn't go out of my way to make a big deal
out of it.  Now, I was embarrassed thinking that I was the subject of
teenaged boys' comments!  No wonder they liked spending the summer around
our pool in the yard!

     The next day was Monday, and I called Matty's school.  Since Matty had
been injured playing a school sport and there were only a few weeks left in
the school year, the Headmaster offered to let Matty miss the remainder of
the year, and take his current marks (one "B" and the rest "A's") for his
final grades.  I agreed and thanked him for his time and understanding.  As
for my class of third graders, I had a ton of vacation saved up, so I
called my school and they said they would obtain a substitute teacher for
my classes until I returned or the school year ended.
     On Monday and Tuesday, Matty's erections quickly yielded to my hand-
jobs in the shower.  On Wednesday, however, he was still hard and throbbing
in my hand well after I applied the lotion and the motion.  If I rubbed him
any more, it would be obvious that I was intentionally jerking him off,
rather than him just ejaculating as a result of me washing or "oiling" him.
I was again in a quandary and didn't know what to do.  I decided that I
should just leave well enough alone.
     "Okay, time to rinse off, Dear."
     "Uh...Mom?  Uh...do you think...ah...  Never mind."
     "Would you like me to rub you a little more, Matty?"
     "It's more like needing it, Mom.  I'm sorry.  I can't help it.  I'd
gladly do it myself, if I could."
     I filled my hands with more lotion and began rubbing them along the
length of his erection.  The skin was warm and smooth and felt wonderful in
my hands.  I squeezed his rod as my hand slipped along its length, and I
cupped his tight balls in my other hand.  "I understand, Matty.  Don't be
embarrassed.  Every man in the world masturbates.  Do you do it every day?"
     Matty's whole body blushed a bright red as he answered, "Yeah.  At
least two times, usually more, before this happened."
     "Well, just relax, now.  I think I'm almost done."
     Just then, Matty exploded with his orgasm, shooting his cum the length
of my arms, splashing it on the cleavage showing above my swimsuit.  He saw
that and his body jerked out of my hand and he almost fell.  I grabbed him
and sat him on the side of the tub.
     "Are you alright, Honey?"
     "Yeah, I guess so.  I just never had one that strong before!"
     And that became our routine.  We didn't talk about it, we just did it.
Every morning in the shower, I would give my son a hand-job.  I didn't try
to hide what I was doing -- we both knew.

     On Thursday, we got a call from Allen, Matty's father.  He decided to
fly in and see Matty for the weekend.  I also got a call from Dr. Fox.  He
offered to stop by on Saturday and check Matty's progress and asked if he
could take me to dinner.  Since Allen was going to be here and could
babysit Matty, I accepted his offer.
     I met Allen at the airport and he was as friendly as ever.  I saw him
checking me out as he approached and I quickly turned my cheek as he bent
down to kiss me.
     "Jessica!  You're more beautiful than ever!  How have you been?"
     "Just fine, Allen.  I see you still like to throw the bull."  I have
to admit that when I was 18 years old and a freshman in college, I was
totally and absolutely taken by Allen's smooth charm.  Ten years older than
me, he was a broker on the fast track and I think my youth and looks
appealed to him in a "trophy" sort of way.  We were married and I was
pregnant before either one of us had really thought about it.  Of course,
the wonderful thing was that we had Matty -- the only success Allen and I
had in our almost-twelve years together.  I finished college and started to
teach.  Allen stayed on the fast track, making the mega-bucks he was hungry
for, but also spending a lot of it on wine, women, song, and cocaine.  I
tried to hang in there, but finally gave up.  Typical of Allen, he ran away
-- to California.  He sent us a big check every month and saw Matt for a
few weeks in the summer, but they were more like buddies than father and
son, and that was all there was to his commitment.  He was a successful,
charming, shallow man.
     He stared at my legs as I drove him back to the house, and at my body
in obvious stares for the rest of the evening, so I really wasn't surprised
when he knocked on my bedroom door that night.  I was sitting up, reading
when he opened the door.
     "Dating anyone, Jessie?"
     "I'm seeing someone, but it's not the real thing or anything."
     He moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Is he
keeping you happy?  Meeting all your needs?"
     "Allen, I'm not going to fuck you, if that's what you're leading up
to.  Why complicate the perfect relationship we've finally worked out after
all these years?"
     "Okay, but you can't fault a guy for trying.  How about, if we're not
going to get physical, you at least give me a look at your goodies?  You're
so fucking beautiful and sexy!  No touchies -- I promise!"
     I laughed and swung at him with my book, "Get out of here, you
monster!  You're incorrigible!"
     Allen got a little edge to his voice -- somewhere between anger and a
whine.  "Come on, Jessie!  It's not like it would be the first time, or
anything.  You're not a goddamn virgin!  All that money I send you every
month ought to buy me some privileges."
     Now I was angry.  "Allen, that's gross!  The money that you send
doesn't hurt you a bit and it buys your son the house and school and
lifestyle he's had all his life.  I'm not your hooker and it doesn't buy my
body!"
     Allen shook his head and walked out of the room, wearing a major pout
and slamming the door.  His problem was that I had seen that pout too many
times in the past.

     On Saturday, I woke Matty and dressed him in a pair of swimtrunks.
Without either of us saying a word, he understood.  We were just finishing
his shower when Allen walked into the bathroom and dried Matt.
     Early in the evening, Dr. Donald Fox arrived and examined Matty,
declaring his recovery satisfactory and then whisking me out to his car for
dinner.  We ate in a small restaurant in Little Italy, and then toured a
few clubs, looking for a band we could dance to.  It was after 1:00 a.m.
when we got home.
     Out of sheer reflex, I invited Donald in and he accepted.  Declining a
coffee, we sat on the sofa and chatted for a few minutes, until he pulled
me close to him and kissed me.  His tongue pushed into my mouth, spreading
my lips and teeth open, finding my tongue.  We kissed for a while, and as
his mouth worked down to my neck, his hand rose to my breast and he gently
cupped my tit through my blouse and bra.  It soon progressed into a full
make-out session, and contrary to my normal habit, I permitted it continue,
until Donald opened his zipper and placed my hand on his hot, pulsing cock.
     Normally, I would have stopped well before this point, but I was
feeling particularly naughty.  Maybe it was because it was our first date.
Maybe it was because my very pissed-off ex-husband was in the house as it
was happening.  And -- although I wasn't ready to deal with the
significance of it -- maybe it was because it had been a while for me and
Matty wasn't the only one getting turned on in the shower every morning.
     Instead of stopping, I opened my blouse and unclasped my bra and
placed Donald's hand on my naked breast.  As he began to squeeze my nipple
between his fingers, I moaned and lowered my mouth down over his cock,
sucking him between my lips.
     We were both hot and went totally with the passion (or maybe it was
just lust) we were feeling.  But as my lips slurped up and down Donald's
rigid pole, I heard something.  Without stopping, I glanced up at the
doorway and saw Matty standing back in the shadows, watching his mother
give a blow-job to her date!
     I couldn't believe my horrendous luck!  The first time I ever did
anything like that in the house since my divorce, and I was caught!  But at
the same time I was feeling guilty, I was also getting even more excited.
     Donald's breathing quickened and he soon tensed and came into my
mouth.  As much as I wanted to continue and feel my own orgasm, I felt that
Matty had spied on quite enough for the evening, so I sat up and rebuttoned
my blouse.  I walked Donald to the door and kissed him goodnight as he
promised to call me.
     Still angry with Matty for spying, but still turned on and needing
some release, I went to bed and buried my fingers in my cunt, squeezing my
nipple and clit between my fingers.  Smelling my own wetness and still
tasting Donald's salty cum on my lips, I slammed into an intense orgasm,
moaning my passion through my clenched teeth as I bit into my pillow to
muffle my screams.  I released my clit and fell asleep almost immediately.

     By the time I woke up on Sunday, Allen had helped Matty in the shower
and had made breakfast.  We sat at the table and I couldn't look Matty in
the eye.  I don't think he could look straight at me, either.  Allen
explained that he was going to have a very busy Summer, and maybe next
Christmas week would be better for Matt's trip out West.  Matt agreed and
soon after that, Allen left in a cab for the airport and his flight back to
California.
     Matty and I spent a very quiet and tense Sunday together.
     On Monday morning, when I went in to wake Matty, I found him already
awake.
     "Mom, I'm sorry for what I did the other night.  I know you saw me and
I know it was wrong."
     "Yes, you're damned right it was wrong, Matty!  How could you do that
to me?  I think I deserve a little more privacy than that."
     "Well, I was just going to get something to drink in the kitchen, and
I saw the two of you kissing, and I couldn't stop looking.  I'm sorry and
it will never happen again."
     I calmed down a little as I realized part of my anger was addressed at
myself, for getting so excited when I saw my son watching me.  I wondered
if I even put a little extra enthusiasm in my show for my secret audience,
Saturday night.  It seemed that our mother and son relationship was getting
a little blurred at the edges since Matty's injuries.
     "It's okay, Dear.  I saw you watching.  I could have stopped.  I
SHOULD have stopped.  Do you even know what was going on?"
     "Oh, Mom!  What kind of dweeb do you think I am?  You were giving Dr.
Fox head...er...oral sex."
     "Yes, we called it a blow-job in my day.  Have you ever had one?"
     Matty blushed and looked down at his toes.  "No, but...No."
     "But what, Matty?"
     "Well, at our graduation party 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 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.