Original name∶Moms Healing Love
Original author: J. Boswell
(i)
The goalie rushes out from the goal with the intention of stopping the enemy team’s attackers. However, the goalkeeper’s error in judgment caused the ball to go into the net, and the player who had scored the goal was now standing next to the goal, cheering. As the ball crossed the line in front of the goal and entered the scoring area, there was a sudden silence in the stadium, and I don’t know how long it took to hear the “oohs” of cheering throughout the stadium.
Before the score, however, two big, strong defensive players, trying to keep the ball out of the goal, accidentally struck the skinny offensive player with the bat they were swinging in their hands, causing him to fall backwards onto the field. The man who fell to the ground still showed no sign of getting up as the game-ending gun went off.
I remember running, running to the middle of the field and watching the paramedics carefully, lifting injured players onto stretchers and taking them to the ambulances that stayed outside the field on standby.
I climbed into the ambulance and looked at my son’s dirt-stained face. He smiled weakly, “Mom, I’m sorry you had to see this scene.”
I returned his smile and said, “Honey, I’m sorry to see this happen. Get some rest, we’ll be at the hospital soon.”
It was early and the emergency room was empty. As the paramedics wheeled Matty into a cubicle, I was filling out forms at the counter, using the waiting time to think about a few things: it had been over three years since my divorce. Although I was happy to be single, it was times like these that I began to miss the reliable arm of Matty’s father. My ex-husband, Alan, now lives in California. He only spends a few short weeks with Matty during summer vacations, so now it’s just mother and son, just Matty and me.
Matty just turned fourteen and is a freshman. Afraid he’d think I was overly maternal, I didn’t object when he told me earlier this year that I’d be playing in a small intercollegiate lacrosse rivalry game as a freshman. Throughout the fall and winter, I watched him work and run with dumbbells on his back. I was amazed at how hard he worked.
The sweat was not in vain, and he was the last player to be selected for the varsity team. Since he was the only player on the team who was a first year, he became the target of ridicule and teasing from the seniors. Despite this, Matty still didn’t quit the team. I became his number one fan and didn’t miss a single game. But while I supported him, I was always worried that something like today would happen.
Finally, the doctor came over to me. He said, “Mrs. Lawrence? Hi, I’m Dr. Foss, the doctor who handles sports injuries.”
“Yes, I’m Mrs. Lawrence. How is Matty injured?” I asked hurriedly.
“He’ll recover, except he’ll have to stay in the hospital for a while first. His right clavicle and all four fingers on his left hand are broken. I think it’s because the glove got knocked off first and then the fingers got caught between two bats that caused the injury. Ignoring the other bruises and contusions for the moment, I think he’s in good health.” The doctor said.
“But your words don’t sound good to me, Doctor.” I said.
“I play field hockey too. I assure you that your son’s young, strong and healthy body is beginning to heal itself at this point. The worst that will happen is that there will be some inconvenience in daily mobility. Due to the rather severe injuries to his collarbone and fingers, Matty will find that there are many things that he is unable to do on his own. However, this is only temporary. During this time, he will need the help of others, and perhaps you might consider hiring a special nurse.” He went on and on explaining the treatment until Matty came out of the hospital room pale.
I took his ripped underwear and led him out of the emergency room. Since my car was still parked outside the school’s ball field, we hailed a cab in front of the hospital in order to get home. Matty, who was on painkillers, looked groggy and I followed him back to his bedroom.
“Mom, I’m fine, I can do it myself.” He said.
I laughed and shook my head, saying, “How can you do it on your own with one hand tied up in a tricot and one wrapped in a cast, unless your hands are just as fine as your toes?” We laughed out together.
I sat him down in a chair at the desk and removed his mud-covered shoes, socks and top. He fell asleep while I removed his clothes. I helped him, all dirty and wet and sticky, onto the bed, and as I removed the shoulder pads that protected his ribs as well as his girdle, he was already in a deep sleep.
After my shower, I canceled my date with Richard that night. When I returned to Matty’s room, I looked like an herbalist. I was worried that he hadn’t slept well, but he ended up chasing my worries away.
“Mom, hey Mom, time to get up!” He called out.
I fell asleep in my chair. As I was about to get up from my stiff chair, a tingling sensation reached my body.
“I hope you at least slept better than I did, Matty.”
“I must have been anesthetized because I can’t remember how I got home.” He said.
I stood up and walked over to the bed, and as I could see, the clothing covering the top of Matty’s cock was like a small tent at this point. His face turned very red when he realized where my eyes were resting.
“Whoa, Matty, don’t be shy, I know what’s going on here. What kind of young man doesn’t wake up with his dick flying the flag? Maybe it’s only until the day you die that you won’t have that physical reaction.” I said.
“Matty, listen up, you know what Dr. Foss has said. He has warned us that the next few weeks are going to be a little rough. I promise to respect your privacy as much as I can, but I also think that sometimes ethics and morals should be ignored for a while. Matty, it’s just the two of us in the house, so we’ll have to play nice with each other. If you’re really uncomfortable, I’ll find a way to hire a special nurse to take care of you. Besides, I’m the only one who washes your stained underwear, so if there are any secrets, you should tell your old mom, which is me. Matty, let’s relax and get over this hard time together, okay?” I said.
“Mom, there’s no problem, I just feel a little embarrassed. And you don’t have to hire someone to take care of me or I’ll feel uncomfortable.” He replied.
“Got it, Matty. I really understand.” I said.
I enthusiastically helped him out of bed and then led him into the bathroom.
“Can you take a shower? Matty.” I asked.
“I can’t, unless the cast is removed, then it’s just a simple shower.” He replied.
At that moment I thought to myself: ‘Son, you can not only take a bath, but you can also go anywhere you want to go.’
I put a plastic pad over the cast of his left hand, then I followed Matty into the shower and turned on the faucet.
“Ah!” Matty banged his hand against the wall and let out a groan of pain.
“Honey, I think we’d better go back to my room. Your shower room is so small that it’s hard for me not to hurt you.”
Matty’s face turned white from the pain as he kept nodding. The master bedroom had a large bathroom with an oversized tub as well as a shower.
His cock was still erect, so he quickly stepped into the middle of the shower. I turned on the faucet and stood behind him. For the second time his behavior made me feel that he was very helpless, and it seemed that I would have to help him in the shower myself. I took the soap in my hand and tried to wash the sweat and dirt off of him with gentle movements, the injury to his foot was very minor so I was able to move a little more.
The white cotton pajamas I was wearing were soaked by the water and splashes from the shower head, and the semi-transparent dress clung to my breasts, thighs and stomach, a situation that made me look like I had an extra layer of skin. Every inch of my body held my son’s gaze. I think I’ll have to wear a different material for Matty’s next bath.
I rubbed the soap on Matty’s thighs, and the only part of his body that hadn’t been soaped yet was the dick area. With my palms covered in soap, I looked at him and said, “Now, relax, okay?”
After he nodded nervously, I began to apply soap to his balls and hard cock. After a loud, sharp intake of breath, Matty shot his cum hard. His cum spilled all over my neck and on my wet off chest. After my initial shock subsided, I gently rubbed his cock with my soapy hand until no more cum dripped from the glans.
“Whoa! Mom, I’m sorry! Mom, I’m really sorry that this happened. But I just couldn’t help it.”
“Honey, I understand, really. It doesn’t matter, just relax and then calm down a bit. Besides, I was a young man once, and I know what happens when hormones run high.” I said.
He rinsed under the warm jet of water for a while longer until I turned the faucet off. I grabbed a towel and wiped him down. As I dried him off, I realized he had a perfect physique. The skin was still smooth, without much body hair, and the firm body was a bronze color. He was already taller than me, at about 180 centimeters; his nearly fully developed muscles were fascinating, and his broad shoulders tapered down to his waist. In addition, he had a mouthful of white teeth that could charm girls.
His body had dried out and his cock had become semi-erect again. I shook my head, marveling at the young man’s quick recovery.
We all laughed at the fact that we finally understood how to put the padding on our collarbones. It was a strange plastic belt that looked like a figure eight when it secured Matty’s hand, and a little like a pistol holster for detectives. It had also become more wrinkled than it had been before the shower. I secured the strap around Matty’s back until he was breathing heavily and gasping from the pain. He also had to tie the tricin to his right hand to prevent it from wobbling in the shower. The tricot on his left hand was to hold the cast in place and to protect his four broken fingers.
That’s a pretty sad situation for a fourteen year old boy.
It was Saturday, and we both agreed that for him, silk panties & robes were the best thing to wear after a shower. After he went downstairs, I took off the soaked cotton t-shirt and took another shower. Then, changed into a pair of jeans & a sweatshirt.
Matty tries to eat his breakfast on his own, but still ends up needing me to feed him. Drinking, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a problem, as straws were available. As I was cleaning up my plate, the doorbell rang, followed by a couple of field hockey players showing up at the door. While they discussed Matty’s injury, I went back to the kitchen to prepare the food.
The coaches and players were still at home when Richard put on the videotape he rented for Matty. When I canceled my date with him last night, he knew something was up and came right over, and I was glad to see him. We’ve been dating for a couple months now and, sex aside, I think we’re happy with each other.
To get my car back, I asked him to drive me to school. In the car, he offered to “take a detour to his house”, but I refused. I wasn’t going to be away from Mattei for that long, and Richard said he could relate to my feelings.
Three years after my divorce, out of the men I was dating, Richard was the only one I could sleep with and he was the second sexual partner in my life. I was always careful to protect my health and body by not sleeping with men I was dating easily. To protect Matty, I also never had sex with a man at home, even if their home or the motel they found seemed safe, but I could never take the chance that Matty would see me having sex with another man. I don’t want him to think of me as a slut.
In the sparsely populated parking lot, Richard began to kiss me, and soon the kisses became hotter and hotter until his hands slipped under my blouse and bra to caress my somewhat sore breasts. As he rubbed my tits, my nipples hardened and I felt my whole body seem to dissolve in his embrace.
It was like I was back in high school, and after a quick glance at the empty parking lot, I put my head in Richard’s lap as I unzipped his pants and released his erect cock, licking the pink glans tenderly and occasionally gloving his shaft (it occurred to me that Richard’s cock was the second one I’d ever shaken in a single day), and then right after that, I opened my mouth and took his hot rod into my mouth.
It was only a moment later, and although I didn’t swallow his cock very deeply, by using my hands, I felt his body become taut. He soon ejaculated, shooting his hot cum into my mouth and deep into my throat. Continuing my sucking until no more cum came out. I gently put his limp dick back inside his pants, raised his back and kissed his cheek.
Then I pulled down the zipper on my jeans, and just as his hand approached my thigh, suddenly a group of soccer players ran down from the top of the hill to start their practice. I pulled on the zipper and opened the car door.
“Great, deducting the last doesn’t count, what just happened was fun. Remember to keep in touch, dear. I don’t think I’ll be able to leave the house for a while, but I hope to hear from you again. Richard, thanks for driving me to the parking lot.”
He smiled, waved his hand in an “OK” gesture and drove away.
When I got home, the guests were gone and I realized Matty wasn’t on the couch.
“Matty?” I called out.
“Mom, I’m glad you’re back because I need your help exactly.” He replied.
Matty was sitting right on the toilet, and by the looks of it, he couldn’t do the cleaning up after a trip to the restroom.
“How did you get your pants off?” I asked.
“I had no other choice but to use my feet to shake my pants down, Mom.” He replied.
“Whoa! Matty, I’m so sorry. How long have you been sitting here?” I asked again.
“I don’t know, all I know is that my feet are numb.” He replied.
Laughter was our shared language as I cleaned him up. Then I helped him limp to the living room and sit on the couch.
“I didn’t know I couldn’t even do anything about going to the bathroom, Mom. I feel so bad that I need you to help me with the peeing and pooping.” He said.
“Now pay attention, Matty. Relax! I’m only going to say those two words once more. I am your mother, and I love you very much, and there is nothing in the world I cannot do for you. Dr. Forsyth has said that you will recover soon, then when you do, you will be without a maid, so enjoy it while it lasts, okay?” I said.
Matty nodded and smiled, “No problem. However, if possible, I’d like you to stop leaving me alone at home, I hate not having you with me.”
I helped Matty walk to the room where the TV was on, and after turning the TV to the channel for the baseball game, I started doing some of my weekend routines. After a later-than-normal lunch (hand-feeding Matty), we watched a movie that was playing on cable. It was a trashy movie with a plot that was depicting a couple of state school kids and how they threw themselves into a stupid situation. I said that Matty does those things just like any other teenager, like likes to look at blondes, women on the beach, or bare-breasted women. I say these things every ten minutes.
During the commercial, Matty opened his mouth and asked, “What do you mean by your words today? Mom, what being a teenager and having high hormone production?”
Someone has said, “Courage is precious and prudent.” I think that’s true, because I used it wisely to answer his question, and I had a good reason for making it abstract.
In fact, it was my mother’s brother who taught me how to have sex when I was twelve (he was about 19 or 20). And during my last two years of grammar school, I became more sexually open, and I was casually promiscuous with others, which continued into my high school years. It was the 70’s (as we all know, sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll) and I’m also sure I set a certain record in the number of different boys or men I had sex with.
However, now, as a 33 year old, divorced, respectable working woman with “respectable” neighbors, a community officer and a “supermom”, I can’t talk to anyone about my sluttiness. As a “decent” neighbor, a member of the PTA Board, a community officer and a “supermom,” I could not, under any circumstances, talk to anyone about the details of my slutty past. Besides, Matty definitely didn’t want to hear about his mother’s slutty past.
“I mean when I was in high school, I dated a couple of male classmates, and I remember some… um… semen… from them, but that doesn’t mean I did anything bad.” I said.
He smiled and continued, “I was just wondering, before you met dad, were you… you know… unprofessional?”
“Well… Mati, I think the time for you to understand what happened between your parents would be now. I will try to be honest with you. It’s true that I had fallen for a while, nine months before I gave birth to you.”
“Oh… Mom…”
(ii)
We managed to get through the rest of the day and night, but I couldn’t get to sleep while lying in bed. Matty was not much better, and it was very difficult for him to sleep peacefully after taking all the painkillers prescribed by the hospital. Fearing that he would press on his injured hands when he rolled over, I kept myself awake as long as possible. Just as the sun came up, I was exhausted.
I got out of bed and put on my bathrobe and robe before waking Matty.
In the bathroom, pulling off the bathrobe, Mattei saw that I had no intention of removing the bathrobe, smiled and said, “I remember you seem to say that sometimes, ethics and morality can be ignored.”
“Isn’t the current situation good enough? Don’t you go too far. Listen, I’m a mother, and I have to wear a bathrobe.”
In the middle of the bathing process, Matty got another erection. When I finished washing his cock, the skin of his rod became tighter and the color seemed brighter. I was at a loss for words, part of me wanted to end the shower and get him dressed, while the other part of me wanted to help him in his predicament.
I didn’t tell Matty what I was thinking, I just squeezed some moisturizing lotion into my hand and started to spread it on top of his chest.
“You should feel comfortable now, right? This lotion will protect your skin from becoming too dry.” I only dared to look at my hands, watching them apply more lotion to his thighs.
The lotion was so warm and slippery that when I smeared it on Matty’s cock, he came very close to shooting his cum. At the end of the day, though, he did cum, and I waited until he had finished cumming before I started cleaning him up again.
After dressing him, I started to take a bath. However, as Matty shook my body, he called out, “Mom! Mom! Mom! Dr. Foss is on the line, he says he wants to talk to you.” The shower was the last thing I remembered before that.
When I woke up, I realized that I was lying naked on my bed. When I realized that I was still holding the wet towel in my hand and my legs felt out of control, I realized that I had fallen asleep in the bathroom while I was drying myself off.
Matty was standing right next to the bed, shaking my arms and shoulders with his feet, yet his eyes lingered on my constantly swaying breasts. Apparently, his crotch was tenting again. His eyes were wide open as he watched his mother’s naked body, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Honey, what did you tell Dr. Foss?”
“Whatever, Mom.”
“That’s enough, Matty. I’m awake, you don’t have to shake me anymore.”
“Whoa, sorry!”
I stood up, draped my yukata over my body, and got ready to answer the phone. On my way downstairs, I stopped by to ask Matty if he was feeling hungry.
“Starving! But I think you’d better go to bed first. By the way! What did Dr. Forsyth say?”
“He asked what you were doing and if you were feeling better. Yet he also did something beyond the ER doctor’s part, something that really surprised me – he asked me if he could have dinner with him sometime.”
Matty laughed and said, “I’m not surprised. At the hospital, he kept asking me all about you, like whether you were single or married, and whether you went out on dates a lot. He also said you looked really hot.”
“Yeah? And how do you answer?”
“I certainly echoed his comments that you are indeed sexy.”
“Matty!!!”
“It’s true! My friends think so too. Or think about it, Mom. Why would Ted Ryan have nothing better to do than spend the summer in our pool?”
I’ll admit, I still have a great body for a 33-year-old woman. However, I never imagined that I would be burning up young men’s libidos and becoming the object of their masturbatory fantasies. With brown hair (no gray hair mixed in), big blue eyes and fine skin, I knew I could be considered a (fairly) beautiful woman. And with the help of yogurt and exercise, I’ve kept in great shape. I know that men like to stare at (and rub) my large, round breasts (36D) and long legs. But what I am proud of is my flat stomach, firm buttocks, and tiny waist.
I do consider myself pretty, but I don’t intentionally create charms to attract butterflies. I felt a little embarrassed to think that I had become the topic of conversation in the boys’ mouths. I finally realized why they were willing to spend an entire summer vacation in the pool on my patio.
Next up was Monday, when I stopped by Matty’s school to check on a few things. Counting from the time he got hurt in the ball game, there were only a few weeks left before the end of the semester. The principal said that Matty didn’t need to take a break from school, and that the final grade would be replaced with the most recent grade he had gotten (a B versus an A-). I am sincerely grateful for the principal’s help. As for the three classes I teach myself, I told the school that I would have to take a leave of absence to be unable to attend. The school said that it would be fine as long as I filled out a leave form, and as far as the classes were concerned, they said that they would find another substitute teacher to take care of the problem until I finished my leave or until the semester was over.
On Mondays and Tuesdays, in the shower, Matty’s growing physical response caused me to start jerking him off with my hand. However, on Wednesday, when I put lotion on him and masturbated him, his rod shook very hard in my hand.
The problem was, if his ejaculation was due to the fact that I had to stimulate his cock by applying soap to it, then so be it; if I continued to manipulate his rod to make him climax, wouldn’t it look like I was doing it on purpose? It was a difficult situation and I decided to call it a day.
“Honey, it’s time to stand up.”
“Huh… Mom? Uh… if you can… uh… never mind, it’s fine!”
“Matty, would you like me to lasso longer?”
“That’s exactly how it seems to be going, Mom! I’m sorry, but I really can’t help it. I’d like to do it myself, if I could move my hands.”
I squeezed more lotion into my hands, held each end of the shaft and began to masturbate him. The skin of the rod was hot and smooth, and it felt really good in my hands. One of my hands kept sliding back and forth on the dick while the other played with his balls.
“Matty, I know your needs very well, so don’t feel shy. What man in the world doesn’t masturbate?
By the way, before you were injured, did you masturbate every day?”
He said, “That’s right! It usually hits twice a day, if not more.” As he spoke, his whole body turned red.
“I know. Good, now relax, I think it’s about time.”
It didn’t take long after the words were out of his mouth for Matty to climax. Some of the cum shot up my arm and some flew into that cleavage in the center of my bathing suit. When he saw this, his body detached itself from my grasp and he almost fell to the floor. I grabbed his body and sat him down on the toilet.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s still bearable. Mom. Today was probably the hardest day ever for my dick.”
It became a routine to masturbate for Matty in the shower. We just did it and never exchanged words about it. And so, every morning, every time we showered, I jerked off for him. I didn’t show any trepidation when I did it, because we both knew what we were doing.
On Thursday, we received a call from Matty’s father – Alan. He had decided to fly to our area and spend the weekend visiting Matty. At the same time, I received a call from Dr. Foss, who made an appointment for Matty to see him on Saturday to see how he was recovering. In addition, he offered to have dinner with me. Since Alan could take care of Matty, there was no reason for me to refuse Dr. Foss. So, I agreed.
I met Alan at the airport and he was as friendly as ever. After clearing customs, he bent down and kissed me, and I quickly put my face in return.
“Jessie, you’ve gotten prettier than ever. How have the days been lately?”
“It’s not too bad, Alan. I see you’re as strong as ever.” I must admit that at the age of eighteen, just after college, I was utterly and completely taken with his humility and politeness. He was ten years older than me, and when we first met, he was the one who broke the silence.
I guess, in his eyes, my youth and appearance were a “tease”. So we got married. However, before we were ready to feed the baby, I got pregnant. Of course, having Matty was the best thing that ever happened to us, and the only thing that was successful in the twelve years that Alan and I spent together.
While I was graduating from college and beginning my teaching career, Alan was still living a life of debauchery.
Although he was committed to making the first million dollars of his life, he also spent a lot of time on alcohol, women and cocaine (drugs), and although I tried to maintain our marital relationship, I gave up at the end of the day.
Typical Allen approach – flee to California. Although he would give us a large sum of money every month to spend a few weeks with Matty during the summer vacation (which didn’t hurt their father-son bond; they were like a couple of good brothers), that was as far as he went. All in all, he was a man who was both successful and charming, yet also quite shallow.
On my drive home, he spent the entire evening unabashedly ogling my legs and body, so I wasn’t surprised when he came knocking on my door in the evening. I was sitting and reading when he opened my door.
“Got a date with someone else? Jessie.”
“There is one person who should be able to be considered my date. But that’s not the point, and we don’t have to discuss it.”
He walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Does he make you happy and fulfill all your wants?”
“Alan, if the whole sex thing is what you want, all I can say is that I wouldn’t ‘do it’ with you anyway! Why would you want to destroy the good relationship we’ve worked so hard to create in the years since the divorce?”
“Okay. It’s just that you don’t have to blame someone who just wants to do it to see. What do you think about this? Just let me see your mature body without any physical contact. You know what? You look pretty fucking beautiful and sexy! I won’t touch a cold hair on your head, I promise.”
I laughed and proceeded to throw the book at him, saying, “Get outta here, you pervert! You really are hopeless!”
Alan’s voice showed that his emotions had reached a certain line – the edge between anger and crying: “Come on, Jessie. It’s not like it’s the first time or anything. Don’t forget, you’re not a fucking virgin.
I send you so much money every month, you should more or less give me something back!”
Now I was really pissed off, and I snarled, “Alan, what kind of crap are you talking about! The money you send is nothing to you, it buys your son a house, a school and a good quality of life. I’m not your whore, your money can’t buy my body!”
Alan shook his head and with a shit face, threw the door shut with a mighty slam and left my room. His smelly face didn’t do anything for me because I’d seen it too many times before.
On Saturday, I woke up Matty and changed him into a pair of swim trunks. No need to talk, he knew what was going on. We just skimmed the end of the shower and then let Alan into the bathroom and helped him dry off.
In the late afternoon, Dr. Foss came to the house and examined Matty. After saying that Matty was recovering well, he urged me to get in the car so we could have dinner together. We ate at a small Italian restaurant and then hung out at a couple of bars, looking for a club where we could dance. By the time we got home, it was a little after midnight.
I politely invited Forsythe to come in and sit at the house, which he readily agreed to do. Politely declining a request for coffee, we sat on the couch and chatted for a while as he closed the distance between us and then kissed me. His tongue entered into my mouth, flipping the lips over the teeth, and he finally found his way to my tongue. We kissed for a moment, then he started kissing my neck, rubbing my breasts with his hands, tenderly pinching my nipples through my robe and bra.
Very quickly, we were done with foreplay. Unlike what I was normally used to, I allowed the situation to continue. Finally, Forsythe pulled off the pull-up and took my hand and put it on his hot, hard cock.
Usually, at this juncture, I call a halt, however, today I became very unruly.
Maybe it was because it was our first date, or maybe I was doing it on purpose to show my ex-husband, the asshole who was still at home. The real reason could also be – maybe it was because I wanted to finish the things I didn’t do every morning, in the shower, when both Matty and I were feeling a little turned on.
There was no sign of stopping. I opened my robe and unhooked my bra, burying Forsyth’s head on top of my naked breasts. I let out a moan when he started pinching and turning my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I lowered my head down and placed my mouth over his dick, opening my lips around his cock and began to suck on it.
By this passionate (or maybe kinky) atmosphere of sensual leakage, we were burned with lust and my lower body was slightly wet. However, as my mouth went up and down his hard cock, I heard something. As I continued to move, I glanced in the direction of the doorway and I saw Matty standing in the shadows, watching his mother suck his date’s cock.
I can’t believe my luck! This was the first time I’d had sex at home since my divorce, and who knew I’d be caught? However, at this time, both guilt and excitement came over me at the same time.
Forsythe’s breathing became rapid and his cock first tightened and then he shot his cum into my mouth. Though I wanted to keep doing it until I enjoyed my orgasm. But the thought of Matty spying on me for so long made me stand up and pull my robe back on. I walked Forsythe to the door and gave each other a goodnight kiss. Before he left, he promised to continue to contact me again.
Though still angry at Matty for spying on me, yet my sexual desire, which continued to burn and needed to be relieved, took me back to the bed in my bedroom and made me insert my fingers into my lusty pussy, rotate my nipples with palm pressure, and pinch and play with my clit with my fingertips. Smelling the scent emanating from my slutty water and licking the fishy taste of Forsythe’s cum left on my mouth, I shot to orgasm in a flash of pleasure. Gasps of passion came from between clenched teeth, and to dampen the high-pitched moans of pleasure, I pulled the pillow over my face. Loosening the fingers clamped around my clit, I immediately fell asleep.
When I woke up on Sunday, Ellen was bathing Matty and then setting about making breakfast. We were sitting together at the dining room table, and I didn’t dare meet Marty’s eyes in any way, and I didn’t think he could look at me squarely, either. Allen said that he would have a rather busy summer, and that perhaps the next Christmas service would be the best time for Matty to come west to him. With Matty’s permission, Allen caught a cab to the airport and flew back to California.
I spent a quiet and stressful Sunday with Matty.
Monday morning, when I was about to wake Matty up, I was surprised to find that he had long been pretty much awake.
“Mom, I’m sorry about that night. I know you saw what I did and understand that what I did was wrong.”
“Yeah, Matty. You really fucking know what’s wrong. How could you do that to me? I thought I had a right to privacy.”
“I’m really sorry. I was just going to get a drink in the kitchen, but I overheard you playing kissy-face with someone else. I wanted to leave, but there was no way to divert my eyes. I’m sorry! This kind of thing won’t happen again.”
I calmed down a bit when I realized that part of the reason I was angry was that I was angry at myself for being so irritated by my son’s voyeurism. Geez! Saturday night, I even tried to convey a little of my enthusiasm to my secret audience. It seemed that this injury to Matty was on the verge of bringing our mother-son relationship to the brink of ambiguity.
“Honey, it’s okay. I know you were peeking, and I actually could have stopped… no… I should have had to stop! And do you know what happened next?”
“Oh… Mom… Do you think I’m still a child? You’re sucking Dr. Forsyth’s… um… oral sex!”
“Exactly! When we were younger, we called it a ‘blow job’. Have you ever had that experience?”
Blushing, Mattei looked at his toes and said, “No… but… it’s fine…”
“But what? Matty.”
“Okay, I’ll say it. During our 8th grade graduation, Becky Stone got really drunk and she said he was going to do that kind of thing for everyone in the room. And she really did! However, by the time it was my turn, she was so drunk she couldn’t wake up. The others and I tried to wake her up, but she was as drunk as a dead pig.”
These horny, impulsive boys were pinning the solution of their sexual desires on an untouched girl. I was a little amused at their ideas, and the Becky Stone thing made me think back to my own youth.
“Matty, that’s no big deal! It’ll be your turn soon!”
“But Dr. Forsyth’s actions make this look difficult.”
“It’s okay. As long as you keep living in the world, you’ll be able to experience different events. What’s supposed to happen will always happen. Without further ado, let’s go take a shower.”
As usual, while I was bathing Matty, he had another erection. As I sat up on the edge of the tub, I felt his dick high up to my eye level. I got some lotion on my hands while he aimed his rod at me. Only this time, I discarded the lotion and didn’t use it, instead I lowered my head forward and took my son’s hard, red cock in my wet mouth.
He cried out softly as his taut skin passed over my lips, my teeth, my tongue. I grabbed his ass in my hands and pushed it hard in my direction so his cock could explore deeper into my mouth. My lotion-covered hand slid into his groin, seeking out his asshole. Inserting my slippery fingers inside his anus, feeling his cock explore my mouth, swallowing his warm cum. Sucking without stopping, using my tongue to feel the rod go from hard to soft, then soft to hard…
(iii)
The levees had finally breached and the barricades had crumbled, and I couldn’t help but begin to speculate as to who was more horny in the daily masturbation moments. Was I simply giving Matty a helping hand and jerking him off as innocent as drying him off, dressing him and feeding him? Or, was I actually seducing him?
Maybe there was more to it than masturbation itself. Afterward, Matty told me that he would almost always sneak into my room every morning for several years and peek at me in the shower. He had also seen me masturbate more than once using the jets of water coming out of the rosette head (one of my favorite methods of masturbation). He also admitted that the previous Saturday night wasn’t the first time he’d watched me have sex with a date (but for me, it was really the first time I’d ever done anything “interesting” in the house).
How long has this longing to have each other existed, between us? Is it possible that all mother-son pairs feel the same way we do? Was this something I wanted to happen? I don’t want to think about it any more. I’m not ready to stop this current situation.
I stood up and turned off the faucet. Matty stayed silent, as we looked deep into each other’s eyes.
I removed the wet bathrobe from my body as Matty’s eyes stared at my naked breasts and nipples, then his eyes slowly moved down to rest their gaze on my ass. Ignoring the still wet body, I pulled Matty towards the bedroom and then, together, got into bed. I let his already physically reactive body lie flat on the bed, holding his hips, and then slowly landed my wet, horny pussy on his hard, hot cock.
Riding on top of him, I began to “fuck” my beloved, sweet and innocent son. I chose to fall for eternity, to be caught up in this moment of passionate carnal desire.
Leaning forward a bit, my large nipples hung unfettered in mid-air, doing an up and down bobbing to the rhythm of my hips. Both slowly and carefully, he raised his body and grabbed my wobbling tits with his right hand, then, with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, he pinched my nipples. At this time, I felt like I was in another time and place, and it was as if the only thing left in heaven and earth were my two nipples and a lewd pussy. The feeling of excitement was extremely strong, even to the realm of pain, and I found that the orgasm had already begun to visit my nipples and flesh pussy.
As I rode him, my honey hole gripped his harder and harder cock. Then he responded with a perfect response, cupping and turning my nipples in his hands with increasing vigor. I felt my whole body, including my nipples and pussy, dissolve in the most violent and complete orgasm of my life. Where was this? Where was I?
In a trance, as I fought to keep from passing out, Matty cummed too. As he rubbed and pinched and twirled, with his fingers, the nipples that had nursed him, he shot his cum on his mother’s slutty pussy, into her honey hole, the very flesh that he had first reached in this world. The orgasm was more than I could load and I just passed out.
This whole day, we’ve been lusting after each other like animals. I don’t think we said more than 20 words. We just kept kissing, sucking, licking and raping each other over and over again, and the only thing we felt was lust. We acted like a couple who had been away for a long time and wanted to “do” the lost time again at this moment of reunion.
Matty licked my pussy, sucked my tits, fingered my asshole, kissed my lips and fed my pussy with his cock. We couldn’t make love in the “missionary position” because his arms were too weak to support his body. Nevertheless, he enjoyed twisting my nipples as I straddled him, and he also liked the taste of fucking me from the bottom up as I bent over.
He wanted me to try various positions on his injured body and I didn’t disappoint him. He was also eager to do something special to me, and of course I gave him permission. So, he applied Vaseline to the top of his rod and then, adjusted his cock to an angle where he could penetrate my asshole. This is how we did anal sex before bedtime that night.
Without going back to the original point of the event, Tuesday was like a carbon copy of Monday. I bestowed the vigor of an erection on his dick by sucking on it, awakening him from his slumber. Then we had another fuck in the shower.
We settled for food in bed, not caring what we ate or drank. While fucking each other, we rolled (as far as he was able) on the sheets covered in lust and cum.
Matty is a wonderful lover. He shows what a young, healthy lover can and should often do. His cock, tongue and fingers seemed to have endless energy. He was passionate and didn’t look bored with my body at all. He admired my nipples, loved my pussy, worshipped my ass, adored my feet, and was in love with my mouth.
We barely left the bed & bedroom once before Wednesday rolled around. The reason we had to get out of bed was that Matty had to go to the hospital for x-rays and a physical review. Although Dr. Forsyth was away from the hospital, he left a cute little note tied to Matty’s chart asking me to have dinner with him on Saturday night.
Mattei is recovering well and has been told to try not to use a tricot if possible and to start trying to use his arms and fingers (a recommendation that would not have been made if the doctor had known how dexterous Mattei was with his fingers three days earlier).
Over the next few days, Matty and I continued to try everything, practicing what I had fantasized about sexually with him.
I wear every piece of loungewear & underwear I own. And some of the nightgowns, sleeveless lacy shirts, and clothes with teddy bears on them are Matty’s favorites. But the only thing that could make his cock as hard as an iron bar was when I wore garter stockings. To cater to his preferences, garter stockings became my no-brainer Friday wear choice.
After each lovemaking session, I would change into one different set of clothes after another, and this practice gave us completely different stimuli and feelings.
Saturday, I was in the kitchen preparing a salad to be eaten. Matty walked in, casually picked up my freshly peeled daikon radish and inserted it inside my slit, the coldness of the radish made me jump. The first time I let the large carrot into my flesh, I let out a moan filled with pleasure, and then my body shook slightly from the orgasm that came. As the painful sensation receded, Matty put the radish into my mouth. It had become wet and glistened because it was covered in my lewdness, and it tasted like my lewdness and Mattei’s semen (which often flowed in my pussy).
“Eat it.” He said.
I looked at Matty’s glowing eyes and smiled, then took a bite of the radish’s root: “Mmm… this radish tastes so damn good. Don’t waste it. Why don’t you have some?”
“No thanks! I want you to eat it all by yourself.”
With an exaggeratedly comfortable expression on my face, I completed Matty’s request. At moments like this, I knew – I would do anything, right or wrong, for this wonderful, lovely boy in front of me… Both Richard and Dr. Forsyth chose Saturday evening as the time for their date. I politely declined Richard’s invitation, and I was ready to say goodbye to Forsyth’s invitation as well. However, Matty insisted that I go out on a date with Dr. Fosse.
After hanging up the phone call to Forsythe, a sudden thought swept through my mind and I said, “I guess you probably don’t want, Dr. Forsythe and I to do something like we did on our last date, do you? Am I wrong?”
Matty said with a serious face, “Mom, I wish you could do what you really want to do. Something that makes you feel good. Just follow your feelings…”
“You’re not spying on us anymore, are you, will you?”
“Mom, do I still need to snoop? By the way, can I pick out what you’re going to wear tonight?”
“Of course you can!”
Matty walked into my dressing room, opened the closet and picked out a black lace bra and panties and garter belt stockings. He also picked out a tight black low-cut top, a red leather skirt and a pair of high heels. The look in Matty’s eyes made me think I was very sexy, and he kept complimenting me on my outfit and body shape.
Just after I had finished dressing and grooming myself, Matty ordered me to bend over. He came up behind me, slid my panties and skirt aside, and then rammed his cock hard into my slick, wet pussy. He fucked me like crazy, and when he was done cumming, he lay exhausted on the bed. I smiled and winked at him. The doorbell rang just as I was putting my panties and skirt back on.
On the same night, a little later, Foss drove me home and followed me into the house. I wondered if Matty was watching us from somewhere, and was curious as to whether he wanted me to put on a passionate show for him. By Forsythe’s behavior, I could easily tell that he was ready to fuck me big time – the way I was dressed, it was obvious that I had kept his arousal burning all night.
On the couch, we started kissing each other and things were moving fast, at which point I came to the fireplace with him naked. The almost uninterrupted sex with Matty hadn’t satisfied my libido. On the contrary, that just made me even hornier.
Forsythe’s mouth kissed its way from my breasts to my stomach, then ruffled my pubic hair and tongued my flesh. Not wanting to let my moans ring through the clouds when my orgasm hit, I kept my lips as tightly shut as I could. All that went through my mind was the image of Forsythe sucking on my slutty pussy, a honey hole filled with Matty’s cum. And before I could control my breathing, he moved slightly and then thrust his entire cock into me. He pumped gently at first, then began to pick up speed, and finally increased his power to the limit until his cum shot into me.
After a few short kisses, Forsythe quickly got dressed and said he had to leave. After seeing him off, I took my clothes in my arms and headed upstairs. Matty was in my (our?) bed with a sober face.
“Very good! Mom, did you suck Dr. Foss’ cock again?” He tried to squeeze some smile from his face.
“Didn’t you see it?”
“I didn’t read it because you said∶you need some personal privacy.”
“But I thought you wanted to see it, so I put on ‘a show’ just for you.”
“Do you blow until he cums, Mom?”
I took a few steps closer to the bed and he reached out his right hand to my slit. His fingers found where my honey hole was and plunged inside, he touched my lust as well as Forsythe’s cum.
“You slut! You let him fuck you! Matty I’m pissed!”
“I thought that’s what you wanted. You’re the one who wanted me to follow my feelings, Matty. I thought you wanted to see…”
I couldn’t believe myself that I was feeling so nervous and regretful. I can’t believe I got yelled at by my son!
Matty plunged two of his fingers into my slutty pussy in a single stream, then held his hand, which was covered in Fosse’s cum, up in front of my face and waved it around, saying, “Look at that! I can’t believe you let him fuck you after we had sex for a week, you’re such a slut!”
I took his hand and gently licked the cum off his fingers for him. I thought this would take the edge off his anger and calm him down. However, when I climbed onto the bed and plopped down on the spot where there was an obvious physical reaction, he was the one who pushed me away and rolled over so that he was far away from me. I was puzzled by his behavior, but I was too tired to think about it because I was so exhausted from the previous “exercise”, and I soon fell asleep.
On the next morning, I realized that our relationship had changed, forever. In the shower, while I was putting lotion on his dick, he actually made me get on my knees, lifted my ass high in the air, and then very roughly inserted his cock into my asshole. Even though my tears squirted out from his cruel actions, I didn’t say anything.
He relentlessly penetrated my poor anus until he ejaculated. Then he asked me to sit on the top of the tub. Just as I sat down and let the warm jets of water coming from the rosette head wash over my body, my son stood in front of me and sprinkled pee on my breasts and pussy. I was surprised at my reaction as I felt a sudden intense orgasm.
On this day, we continued our non-stop sex marathon. However, things had become a little different. Matty now became an aggressor, an enabler and a ruler. I had become the submissive, the one who responded to all his demands and commands. We did not discuss what role we were to play. And I can’t describe how things came to be the way they are today. Because it just happened naturally. He became an adult, and I became a child – seeking his love and approval and doing everything I could to please him.
He wanted to know all about me, including my sexual history. Who I was deflowered by, who I slept with, when my first semen came, how I masturbated (other than in the bathroom), and how many days I masturbated… and so on and so forth. In short, he wanted to know everything about me.
After I told him all about my early sexual experiences, he got an erection and put his finger inside my slit.
“Mom, you’re even more of a slut than I thought you were. Who else is there that you haven’t had sex with?!”
“Matty, that was a long time ago. At that time, I was still young and foolish, and I was just doing things that young people would do. However, as time passes, the current me has long since become different. Are you feeling jealous?”
“Exactly! I was jealous! I guess, counting all those years since I started spying on you, I wished from the bottom of my heart that I was the only one for you. But, at the same time, I had images of you making love to other men in my mind, and those images made me become… well… I guess I was proud of you. Because you’ve made all the men fall under your skirt, and they’ve longed for you just as much as I have. I wish I’d known you when you were a teenager and could have watched the men you were seeing. To you, my existence doesn’t mean anything, does it?”
I returned his smile and mounted him. That’s right, another time!
“I guess you’re right. But we’re together now, naked and embracing each other, so I don’t think there’s any point in talking about the past.”
On Wednesday, Matty invited some of his classmates to a party at his house. It was the last day of finals and these boys had only just escaped from the uninteresting closing ceremony. For them, tonight was the perfect time to throw a party. I made a bunch of sandwiches, bought lots of chips, and had some ice for the soda.
As usual, Matty chose what I was going to wear: a white lace bra and panties, a silvery-white loose blouse, and a mini-skirt made of lining fabric. When I asked him if he wanted to wear garter belts or tights, he replied that white socks and shoes would be a good choice.
The boys arrived at 7:30 and I felt a little scared, a feeling that made me hide back upstairs in my bedroom. I didn’t notice the way the boys were looking at me and the way they were about to drool. At about 11:00, their noise got louder and louder, and in order to prevent the roof from falling over, I went downstairs and asked them to be quiet.
It was the moment I stepped into the living room that I finally realized why they were bickering – I saw bottles of beer at the bottom, scattered all over the house. Turns out, instead of drinking the soda I had prepared, they attacked the beer that was sitting in the refrigerator. Now, what I was grasping in my hands was – a group of young men who were drunk to the point of intoxication.
After a whistle, the two boys said in surprise, “Uh… Hi… Mrs. Lawrence!” Then my eyes turned to Matty, who was walking towards me.
“Matty! What the fuck is going on here?”
“It’s great! Mom, just relax. We just drank off a couple beers, we didn’t break anything else in the house.”
“Matty, how do you want me to get these drunken boys home?”
“Mom, don’t worry. Their parents don’t think they’ll come home at night either.” After the words were out of his mouth, he put his left hand on my shoulder and said with a toothy grin, “Besides, I’m glad they’ve been drinking until they’re almost out of it. I’m going to let them go because I want to fuck you now.”
“Shhh… Mati! Don’t say such things.”
I walked to the center of the living room, turned down the volume on the stereo, and said, “Okay, boys. At this hour, the bar is closed. I’ll be serving coffee, tea and soda until midnight. Then after you’re done, I’ll drive you home, okay?”
As soon as the words were out of their mouths, some booed, some applauded, and some even kept making “ooohs”. Even so, these good kids put down the beer in their hands. At one o’clock, I got everyone home safely and turned around to go back upstairs.
“Have you fucked any of my friends?”
“Matty! Don’t say such things again!”
“Okay! Slut, did you fuck them?”
“Of course not! Matty, that’s too much. I haven’t made love to every man in the world. Besides, I’m not a slut, not anymore!”
“Didn’t you? In high school you fucked every boy you knew; on your second date you not only fucked each other with Dr. Forsyth, you licked up his cum that was on my fingers; Richard, of course, had a hand in it, and when Dad came home you fucked him, too. You even went as far as your son! In that case, what are you if not a super slut?”
“Matty! Don’t say another word! How could you become like this? How can you bear to keep hurting me? How many beers did you drink tonight, anyway?”
“Come over here, I’m going to check and see if you had sex with my friend or not?”
I climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him. His hand lifted my skirt and removed my panties, setting them aside before inserting two fingers inside my lustful pussy. My body responded to his movements and soon my pussy became wet and slippery in anticipation of his invading fingers.
“Matty, look. No one has touched me here tonight except you.”
I stripped off my entire body and lay naked on the bed, and Matty’s cock was not only hard, it was sticking up.
I applied pressure to his ass, pushing his pink glans into my already open flesh.
After he swung his hips hard, his son’s penis went into his mother’s body. A pleasant sensation, real and intense, it was like a tidal wave, wave after wave coming into me. We found a pace that worked for each other and then began – fucking. Both asses slammed into each other with a loud “pop!” I felt a little pain from his continuous pumping.
“Oooooooooooo… Madhi!!! ohh┅┅┅┅ honey, I’m going! Oh… I love you so much… oh…”
Without stopping pumping, his cock was already getting tight. He opened his eyes and began to shoot his semen into me. He clenched his teeth and gasped, “I love you too, Mom! But even so, you’re still a slut!”
(iv. final)
The next day, I attended the graduation ceremony with Matty. His status had changed from a junior to a senior. As we entered the parking lot, I realized that many of his friends were already waiting for us.
“I told my friend that we’re having another party today, Mom! Maybe you can prepare a little more beer for us.”
Apparently, Mattei told his friends that his mother thought it would be “cool” to have a party at the house after what happened last time. That night, and for the next few days, there was party after party at the house. Starting on Memorial Day, the pool heated up. Toys, TVs and stereos were strewn around the house. My only job was to provide them with endless food and wine.
By the third night, I was exhausted. It looked like I needed to pour myself a glass of wine. Since it was Saturday and the five guests in the house were planning on continuing the fun, I didn’t have to worry about whether or not anyone would be able to get the house back home.
The casual clothes on Matty reminded me of my date with Dr. Foss the week before. And the low cut top and red mini leather skirt made me the most flamboyant hostess the boys had ever seen. I walked behind the bar and found a bottle of Tequila. making a glass of Marguerita sounded like it would be great.
Even though, in reality, I had never made a single glass of bartending. But the boys still came around, wanting to know how I could make a different drink with the ingredients I had on hand. Saltpeter, lime, and Tequila, the formula was followed, and soon there were many more drinks on the bar. They must have thought I was a great bartender when they saw what I did. Now, I’m probably one of them.
Then, being one of them, I quickly danced with each of the boys, swinging my body with abandon as the music played. In fact, I knew myself that whenever I did the twirling, the lace bra with the belt buckle garter belt clasp would always be inadvertently visible. But so what? What woman can resist the feeling of vanity and pride when she realizes that she has become a goddess in the eyes of these sexy and handsome young men? In front of them, wildly showing off my style, I felt like I was back in high school at this moment.
Someone changed the CD and the music went from fast to slow. Including Matty, I went around in circle after circle, making physical contact with each boy. I knew what I had done. I gave them all erections and let them grind their hard dicks against my thighs and buttocks. I knew they were stroking my thighs and pressing their chests as close to my breasts as they could. As I suddenly buried my head in their arms and let myself breathe near their knees, I began to think that Matty’s words might be right – I was, indeed, a slut!
After the dance, someone suggested a drinking contest. We all sat around the glass coffee table, and as I bent my knees in the Indian position, I could feel their eyes locked on the intersection of my thighs. In this position, my blouse and tight skirt were rolled up to my waist, revealing a large portion of my body.
After two rounds, I realized that my body was causing them unusual physical reactions, but I pretended not to know. One of the boys, suggested a game of “strip poker”. I objected because, as the only woman in the room, it would be an unfair contest. However, the boys said in unison, “We just love unfairness!
The party was cooling down, and at the moment, everyone was slouching on the living room floor, chatting about things like school and girls and cars and music. I started by lifting my ankles, standing up straight, and then pulling my blouse back to its normal position. However, just as I bent over to fasten the second garter button, there was silence and I looked up to find everyone staring at my legs.
“Sorry!” I laughed eatily, “I was just trying to make myself feel better.”
Ted, Matty’s best friend, laughed and said, “That’s cool, Auntie. You can make yourself more comfortable if you need to, we won’t mind!”
I shook my finger at them and said, “I know the evil thoughts in your heads. Now, be serious. Know that I am old enough to be a mother to each and every one of you.” At the end of the sentence, the sound of laughter filled the room.
When I finally got my breathing in rhythm, I squatted for a moment then stood up and said, “Boys, I think it’s time for me to go to bed. I’m feeling a little light-headed from that drinking game I just had. I’d better go upstairs and sleep while I’m conscious. Good night, boys!”
Matty took my hand and helped me upstairs. He followed me into the bedroom.
I stopped by the door and said softly, “Your friends are all still inside the house, and tonight, I think it would be best if you went back to your room, my dear. Besides, I’m too tired to make love to you because of my intoxication.”
“But I want to do it, Mom! Bend your back, it’ll be quick.”
I kissed Matty on the cheek and said, “Not tonight! Today you must refrain. Tomorrow, your friend will go back, and then, when there are two of us left in the house, we will be able to do what we did before.”
Matty glared at me for a moment and turned his head away in anger. Even though I knew he was pissed off to the gills, yet exhaustion left me with no time to spare. Taking off my clothes and changing into my old-fashioned pajamas, I quickly reported for duty in the land of the week.
When I woke up, I realized I had the look of a hangover. I barely managed to open my eyes, yet the intensity of the sun forced me to not close them again (it was just too bright!) . Even though my body felt sick, I forced myself to head in the direction of the bathroom.
I rinsed and brushed, feeling the jets of water pounding against my body. When I turned off the faucet and was about to pick up my towel, I saw Matty standing in the doorway of the bathroom, naked. He was rubbing his rod with his hand, and looking at his expression, I could already guess what was going to happen next.
“Can’t take it anymore? Honey! Come over here, but let’s do it fast!”
Matty walked into the bedroom towards me sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood between my legs and opened my slightly wet pussy lips with his hard rod.
“Last night, you tried to fuck my friend, am I right? Mom?”
“It’s not that! Honey! I was just trying to hype up the atmosphere! I know I shouldn’t have done that, however a little flirting should basically be harmless, right? I promise you, it won’t happen again.”
“No, it’s okay. You made my day last night, Mom. It was really fun watching their reactions. I could tell they wanted to fuck you!”
I moaned softly as his cock pushed into me, “Wow! Marty, how can you say that? I’m too old for them. I’m not old enough for them to fuck. It’s all just alcohol.”
Matty’s cock was already engulfed in my slutty pussy as he began to make pumping motions.
“No, Mom, I’m pretty sure they want to fuck you! Last night, when I went upstairs and pretended to be asleep. I heard them talking about your hot outfit and how you tickled the latent primal desires inside them. Dan & Ryan even said they wanted to climb upstairs and fuck you!”
Without any precursor or warning, we climaxed at the same time. After our spirits returned to our bodies, I asked Matty how he felt when he heard what his friends were talking about.
“Honestly, I like what they’re saying, Mom. It sounds great and turns me on. Last night, I couldn’t help but cum in my pants just listening to them talk.”
“What’s great about you helping out too? Never mind, let’s go take a shower and get dressed before they wake up. I don’t want them to know what we just did.”
The next day, while cleaning the living room, I found a pair of pantyhose under the couch that I had lost last night and noticed that they had holes in them and were stained with white liquid. My experience of washing Matty’s pants in the previous weeks had taught me that those so-called fluids were actually semen. It appeared as if one or both of the boys had masturbated with my pantyhose. Lust began to burn hard again at the thought, and I just had to sit down on the couch until my feet stopped trembling.
After a long time, Matty and I had a peaceful Saturday night together. However, the boys visited again on Monday, clamoring to watch a baseball game together. We had quite a few drinks and at eleven o’clock, Ted, Mark and Jamie left first. Dan, Ryan & Matty were left in the house.
As the ball game ended, we turned on the stereo. As we sat down to chat and drink, Matty fell asleep on a side couch. Dan turned down the volume, replaced it with a slow CD, and invited me to dance. He hugged me tightly and I held on to him, feeling my dick stirring under his pants. Ryan asked to switch hands, and I certainly didn’t disappoint.
Soon the three of us were sitting on the floor with our backs against the couch, talking. Dan put his hand on my shoulder while Ryan did the same on the other side. Suddenly, we stopped talking by heart and Dan turned his face sideways and started kissing me.
Without any hesitation, I opened my mouth to meet his tongue. Then slipped my hand inside his sweatpants to stroke his hot cock. We lowered our bodies a bit and Ryan came behind me and pulled down the zipper of my shirt. The blouse had slipped to the floor and four wild, unruly hands occupied my bare chest.
I buried my head in Ryan’s chest while his hands teased and squeezed my nipples. Dan, on the other hand, got between my legs, reached out and peeled my skirt off and tossed it aside with force, then slid my panties down to just below my knees. After he had removed his own top and panties, he dropped to his knees and eagerly thrust his cock into me. As Dan fucked me, I lifted my head and kissed Ryan. At this point, I was in heaven.
After a few pumps, though, Dan ejaculated from over-excitement. As he withdrew his shriveled cock from inside me, I changed positions, ready for Ryan to fuck me from behind.
Even with Ryan’s rod in my wet slit, I still felt very horny. Changing positions again, Ryan placed my ass on the plush carpet so that Dan could suck on my nipples. As Ryan shot his cum into my pussy, the three of us simultaneously heard Matty yell, “Now, it’s my turn!”
The four of us came to bed and fucked and did it again and again until exhaustion urged us to sleep.
I woke up the next day (it was mid-afternoon) and opened my eyes to see Dan’s twisted face as he fucked me again.
I looked around and realized that Ryan was still asleep while Matty stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Then I saw Ted, Mark & Jamie standing next to Matty with lust in their eyes and three hands each rubbing three brave cocks.
Matty said, “This is really cool! Come on in! She won’t mind. In fact, that’s what she wants.” He looked away from me and said, “Isn’t it? Mom! I’m the one who called them to come and collect a morning surprise.”
I gazed at the three fresh, innocent and hungry faces and nodded, “That’s right! Boys! Come on in, I won’t bite you.”
They can be very gentlemanly when it comes to sex. Jamie went first, followed by Mark and finally Ted. I played with them on the bed for hours, swallowing their cum and letting them drink my lust.
Fucking and kissing, I did my best to tease them so that they were able to bring their guns back up again and again. While making love to the six young men, I felt an orgasm like no other, about to explode somewhere inside me.
After making a serious promise not to mention to anyone what had happened today, they finally left for the night. However, the next morning, they all returned. And so it went on, day after day, day after day…
They think they can treat me like a little secret in their hearts and never make it public, but I don’t think so!
Soon after, they brought some friends… and then, friends of friends. This one sex party, which went on all summer, seemed endless.
There were boys all over the house: some were swimming in the pool, some were playing video games, some were having a drink or a beverage, some were playing pool and pinball. And of course, some were fucking Matty’s mom! I really am the best hostess ever!
It started with a small group of people – Mattei and his buddies. But the group has grown bigger and stronger. I’ve given up counting how many boys I’ve made love to this summer. If you say thirty, I won’t deny it. If you say a hundred, even though I’d feel like I was in purgatory, I’d still agree. I even remember having the experience of having sex with the entire field hockey team at Matty’s in one day.
They keep me very busy. The only time I show up fully clothed is when I go to the market to buy food or when I perform a sexy striptease at their request. The rest of the time I was naked, usually with a cock in me and one down my throat.
I even kept a bottle of Jell-O with lotion around because I rarely got a chance to get up for dinner and also for the fact that almost every one of these boys wanted anal sex. I would go to sleep when I got the chance, but every now and then I would be woken up by these horny boys with the same flagpole they used to raise the flag in the morning.
As long as the fridge was full of beer, and as long as I was willing to address their sexual desires, the complaining voices would not ring in my ears. I started drinking and smoking. And a couple of houses that were no different than a junkyard, no one cared. Pizza, chips and tuna sandwiches were our food. When the food ran out and the beer bottomed out, we’d order delivery – and sometimes I’d fuck the delivery guy once.
One day I even screwed two strong pool cleaners in front of a crowd of spectators who were pleased with my sell-out performance.
I no longer knew what shame was, I became more and more depraved, more and more lustful, and I was proud of what I was doing. Not taking a bath alone, I would always have one or two rods accompany me into the bath. They would always hold my head down and watch me drink the hot, fishy cum. I would also let them take vegetables and fruits and pump them in my slutty pussy and proceed to eat them. They also sometimes got beer, spirits or ice cream, either drizzled or coated on me, and then licked it all up. I loved sucking on those meat sticks coated with jam, chocolate sauce, syrup, peanut butter, and beer. Sometimes I scrape the mustard off a hot dog, smear it on someone’s dick, and eat it clean.
Matty remained my only true lover, and he loved to watch me make love to other people. He would motivate them and also tell them that I was a very slutty woman and was in a perpetual state of hunger.
I would always put on as much of a show as I could to please Matty. Sometimes we’d find an opening, go into the bedroom and lock the door, and enjoy our exclusive sex time. Most of the time, however, he liked to watch me try new tricks with other people – and then, get on and experience it himself.
On certain days in July, some people would bring girls into this party, get them drunk and take them inside the bedroom for sex.
Even though I get drunk sometimes, and even though I haven’t seen anyone over the age of seventeen in a month, I know full well that the more people who join the party, the more things that happen in this house can’t possibly be a secret that never gets out in the open. I was, indeed, right!
I started getting calls from parents, some looking for their kids, others questioning who was the custodian of the party. Then came calls from neighbors complaining about cars taking up their space and the noise of the kids.
Finally, late Friday night, police cars filled the road in front of the house.
At this point, I was lying in bed with three of my favorite lifeguards, trying to get them to be able to fuck me at the same time. One had his cock in my pussy, one was poking me in the anus, and as I was trying to take another’s rod in my mouth, Matty came running in and told me to hurry up and put my clothes back on.
Reluctantly, I left these dicks inside me, threw on a robe, and walked downstairs. I’m sure the cops were looking at the chaotic house, a bunch of drunk kids, and a woman who clearly seemed to be blushing from alcohol and had just gotten done. They asked me what the fuck was going on.
The distance of the house made the sound of loud music a non-issue and prevented neighbors from seeing what was going on inside.
Therefore, I was surprised by the visit from the police. That’s when a drunk kid drove across a neighbor’s lawn, and that neighbor told the police that she was sure the kid had just run out of my house. The police questioned me about that one drunk, and thankfully I was blessed with good fortune.
That boy was the only young man in the neighborhood who did not join the party. When the police asked me to let them into the house to do their rounds, I refused and they just left.
Maybe I was lucky, but unfortunately the gods of luck don’t always favor someone. Eventually, a girl came home drunk and left some clothes at my house. The next day, her father came raiding with the police.
Since there was no answer when they knocked on the door, they went around to the backyard and opened the fence of the hedge to enter the house. The sight that greeted them was my naked body lying on the couch, the likeness of a fifteen year old boy thrusting his dick down my throat.
I will downplay the downfall of what happened next.
Alan filed a petition and won custody. He stopped paying me alimony and sold the house and car.
Marty was very reluctant to move to California with him. I’m sure Allen felt very dry! Because in the boy’s eyes, being a sex machine, I was so unwilling to have sex with him, on his last visit.
After reading the names of several of the boys I’d been having sex with all summer, the ADA agreed to drop the tell if I would go on faculty, seek assistance, and move out of the state. I agreed, all the while feeling like I was living like a character in an old western – being told to be out of the place where I lived by sundown.
I joined AA and also quit smoking and got counseling. I even joined a health club just to save a misshapen body.
I miss Matty, regardless of place or time, day or night. I miss being his mother and remember the times he was my son. And yes, I even think about him the way I think about my lover. I worry that what happened over the summer will have a bad effect on Matty (and some of the other kids). Yet my psychiatrist (an expert (really an expert?) in the field of psychology) My psychologist (an expert in the field of psychology (are they really?)) tells me that there will be repercussions (just as certain things have repercussions on people), but that even so, I don’t have to worry too much about the “sex” aspect of it.
She told me that, in fact, they had only recently compiled a report which proved that, of all the cases of adultery between parents and children or adults and children, the mother and the son or the woman and the boy, although the most frequent, was the least harmful and the least far-reaching. The reason is that the relationship is a situation in which both parties want to find comfort in the other, and the forces that construct the relationship are fair. She told me of many other such cases, which I will not repeat here.
A year has passed since this happened and I am now reborn. I moved to Philadelphia, got myself a new name, went back to school, got into a new apartment building, and got a job so I can start tomorrow. I’m ready to go, I’m ready to adjust my thoughts, and I’m ready to live each day of my life to the fullest. I was confident that I would make it!