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HOT MOM 1/3 

                   MOM'S HEALING LOVE
                      by J. Boswell

                  - - - Part One - - -

     The offensive player ran towards the goal and the goalie
lunged out of the crease to meet him.  The stick whipped the ball
at the net just as the attacker was crushed between the goalie
and a defensive player closing from the other side.  The ball
pinged off the crossbar and bounced towards the out of bounds
line.  
     The crowd became deathly silent after their collective "OH!" 
The slim offensive lacrosse player had slumped to the turf and
the two huge defenders who had literally crushed him between them
and their sticks ran after the ball.  The whistle blew as the
downed player remained motionless.
     I remember running down, onto to the field and watching them
carefully lift the lacrosse player onto a stretcher and into the
waiting ambulance.  I climbed in after the paramedic and looked
down at my son's mud-stained face.  He smiled up at me, weakly. 
     "Sorry you had to see that, Mom."
     I smiled back, "I'm sorry I had to see it, too, Honey. 
We'll be at the hospital, soon.  Just rest."
     It was still early and the emergency room was empty.  They
wheeled Matty into a cubicle as I filled out the forms and
waited.  And thought.
     Divorced, now, for over three years, I was still enjoying
being a single parent but missed the added support of Matty's
father at a time like this.  Allen, my ex, was now living in
California, and only saw Matty for a few weeks in the summer. 
So, it was just me.  Me and Matty.  
     He was in his freshman year of COLLEGE (yeah, let's say
college), and had just turned 18 (yeah, 18 -- nice and legal). 
Afraid of "mothering" him too much, I bit my tongue earlier in
the year when he told me he was going to try-out for his small
school's championship varsity lacrosse team in his freshman year. 
All that Fall and Winter I watched him run and work out with
weights.  I marvelled at his commitment and hard work and it paid
off -- he was the last player who made the team.  Being the only
freshman on the team, he was the brunt of the tricks and
practical jokes played by the older players, but Matty hung in
there.  I became his number one fan, never missing a game and
rooting the team on; but always afraid that something like this
would happen.
     Finally, a doctor approached.
     "Mrs. Lawrence?  I'm Doctor Fox, sports medicine clinic."
     "Yes.  How is Matt?"
     "Oh, he'll be fine.  He must have really taken a shot out
there.  His collarbone is broken on the right side, and the four
fingers on his left hand are broken.  I'm assuming he lost his
glove in the collision and his hand got stepped on or caught
between two sticks after the hit.  Other than that and a few
assorted bruises, he's fine."
     "That doesn't sound fine to me, doctor."
     "I played lacrosse, too, Mrs. Lawrence, and I can assure you
that with that strong, young, healthy body, he's already begun
the mending process.  The worst part about all of this will be
the inconvenience.  Either injury, the broken collarbone or the
broken fingers, alone, would be difficult.  Together, Matt's soon
going to find out that there are a lot of things he won't be able
to do for himself, for a while.   He'll need a lot of help.  You
might even want to consider hiring help."  He went on, explaining
the prescriptions and the casts until Matty emerged from the
room, pale, but walking.  
     I retrieved his torn jersey and we left the Emergency Room. 
My car was still at the school's field, so we took a cab home
from the hospital.  Matty had been given a pain-killer that was
making him drowsy, so I followed him into his bedroom.
     "I'm okay, Mom.  I can manage."
     I smiled and shook my head, "And just how do you think
you'll manage?  One arm is in a sling, and the other is in a
sling AND a cast.  Are you THAT good with your toes?"
     We both laughed and I gently sat him down on his deskchair. 
I removed his muddy shoes and socks and shorts.  He was falling
asleep as I worked, and I helped him into his bed, still dirty
and sweaty from the game.  He was already asleep as I removed his
rib-protector pads and his jock strap.  I showered, cancelled my
date with Richard for that evening, made myself an herbal tea and
returned to Matty's room, worried about him being able to sleep. 
I didn't need to worry.

     "Mom.  Yo, Mom!  Time to get up!"
     I had fallen asleep in the chair and my body ached with
stiffness as I tried to move.  "I sure hope you slept better than
I did, Matt."
     "I must have been really doped up because I barely remember
riding in the cab."
     I stood up and walked to the bed.  As I did, I noticed the
covers tented up over Matty's penis.  He saw me looking and
blushed a deep red.
     "Oh, Matty, don't be embarrassed.  I know what it is.  It's
a morning erection and every teenage guy has them.  If you woke
up a morning without one, you would probably be dead!  
     "Listen, Honey, you heard what Doctor Fox said.  He warned
us about how tough these next few weeks are going to be.  I
promise to respect your privacy as much as possible, but I think
modesty can pretty much go out the window for a little while. 
It's just the two of us, Matt.  Let's try it, and if you're too
uncomfortable, I'll see if I can maybe hire someone to take care
of you.  Besides, I'm the one that cleaned your dirty diapers. 
You don't have many secrets from your old Mother, Matty.  Let's
just try to relax and get through this, okay?"
     "Sure, Mom, but you don't have to hire anybody.  I'm just a
little embarrassed.  I'd probably feel worse if it was a
stranger."
     "I understand, Matty.  Really I do."
     I helped him gingerly get out of bed and walk into the
bathroom.
     "Do you have to go to the bathroom, Matty?"
     "Umm, I can't until this goes down, or I go in the shower."
     "Men," I thought, "can and will go anywhere!"
     I put a plastic bag over the cast on his left hand and then
Matty stepped into the showerstall and I reached around him to
turn the water on.
     "UGH!!"  Matty bumped his shoulder into the wall and moaned
with the pain.
     "I think we better move into my room, Dear.  Your
showerstall is just too small, and I don't want to hurt you."  He
had paled with the pain and merely nodded.  The bath in the
Master suite was large and had an oversize tub and shower.
     He was still erect, so he immediately stepped into the
shower.  I turned the water on and stepped back.  It took me a
second to realize that Matty was just as helpless here, and that
I was going to have to wash him.  I grabbed the soap and tried to
wash off the sweat and dirt with the gentlest of touches.  His
legs were the easiest because I didn't have to be so careful.  
     My white cotton t-shirt nightie was soaking wet from the
shower and splashes, and clung to my breasts and thighs and
stomach like a nearly transparent second skin.  Everything I had
was on display and I could feel my son's eyes on me.  I was going
to have to find something else to wear for Matty's next shower!
     I had worked my way up Matty's thighs, and the only part of
him left to wash was his genital area.  I soaped my hands and
looked up at him, "Just relax, now.  Okay?"
     He gave me a tight little nod and I soaped his testicles and
then his erect penis.  With a loud, sudden exhale of breath,
Matty ejaculated forcefully, spraying my neck and wet chest with
his semen.  After my initial surprised flinch, I gently stroked
him several more times with my soapy hands until he stopped
oozing his cum.
     "Oh, Mom!  I'm so sorry!  Mom!  I'm sorry that happened!  I
couldn't help it!"
     "It's alright, Dear.  Please calm down and relax.  I
understand.  Really.  Besides, I was a teenager once.  I remember
those hormones raging."
     He rinsed himself under the warm stream and I turned off the
water.  I grabbed a towel and began to gently dry him.  As I
patted him dry, I realized that he really had a wonderful body. 
Still smooth and nearly hairless, he was tan and firm.  Already
far taller than me, he was just under six feet tall, his
newly-developed muscles were impressive and his wide shoulders
tapered down into a narrow waist.  And the girls were going to
just love his firm tush!
     By the time he was dry, he was semi-rigid again, and I shook
my head in wonderment at a teenage boy's "recuperative" powers.  
     We laughed as we figured out how to put his soft cast on for
his collarbone.  It was a strange, padded strap that fit around
his arms like a figure-8, or a detective's holster, and it had to
be worn at all times, other than in the shower.  I tightened the
strap in the back, until Matty sucked in air, wincing with the
pain.  He also had to wear a sling on his right arm to protect
him from jiggling the shoulder.  The sling on his left arm was to
keep the cast and broken fingers elevated.  It was a pretty
pathetic situation for an 18 (yeah, 18) -year-old boy.
     It was Saturday, so we decided pajama bottoms and a robe
would be alright.  Then he went downstairs and I peeled off the
wet cotton t-shirt, showered and dressed in jeans and sweatshirt.
     Matty tried, but I had to help him eat his breakfast by
feeding him.  Drinks were no problem in a glass with a straw.  I
was just finishing the dishes when the doorbell rang and the
coach and a few guys from the lacrosse team showed up.  I
retreated into the kitchen as they discussed the game and Matty's
injury.
     The coach and kids were still there when Richard showed up
with some videos he had rented for Matty.  He had been very
understanding the night before when I had cancelled our date and
I was happy to see him.  We had been dating for a few months and
I think we both felt comfortable, if not "in love" with each
other.  I asked him to drive me to the school so I could pick up
my car, and when we were in the car, Richard suggested a "quick
detour" to his house, but I declined.  I wasn't ready to leave
Matty that long, and Richard said he understood. 
     In the three years since my divorce, Richard was only the
second man I had dated to the point of physical intimacy.  I had
been very careful with the men I had dated, protecting my body
and health.  I had also protected Matty and had never made love
to any of them at my home.  Their homes or motels were fine, but
I had never wanted to risk Matty seeing me intimate with anyone. 
I didn't want him thinking about me in that way.
     At the deserted school parking lot, Richard and I shared a
kiss that quickly grew hotter and hotter, until his hands were
under my shirt and bra and caressing my aching breasts.  My
nipples hardened as he squeezed them and I melted into his
embrace.
     Feeling like I was back in high school, I looked around at
the empty fields and then lowered my head to Richard's lap.  I
opened his pants and released his erect cock, licking its smooth,
pink head.  I stroked his hard length a few times (reminding
myself that Richard's was the SECOND cock I had held in my hands
that day!) and then opened my mouth and sucked his hot flesh into
my mouth.  Just a few deep plunges into my mouth, and I soon felt
him tense in my hand.  He came quickly, shooting his warm cum
into my mouth and down my throat.  I sucked him until there was
no more cum and gently replaced his softening penis in his
shorts, zipped him back up and kissed him on the cheek.  
     I then lowered the zipper on my jeans, but as his hand
approached my crotch, a gaggle of soccer players ran down the
hill to start a practice.  I zipped up and opened the car door. 
     "Well, that was fun while it lasted!  Be sure to stay in
touch, Dear.  I'm sure I'll be housebound for a little while, but
I want to hear from you.  Thanks for the ride, Richard."
     He smiled and waved and made the "A-okay" sign as he drove
off.
     The crowd was gone when I got home, and Matty wasn't on the
sofa.
     "Matty?"
     "Mom?  I'm glad you're home!  I need help!"
     Matty was sitting on the toilet and was unable to clean
himself.  
     "How did you get your pajamas down?"
     "I used my feet to pull them down, Mom.  I didn't have much
choice!"
     "Oh, Matty!  I'm so sorry.  How long have you been sitting
here?"
     "I don't know, but both my legs are asleep!"
     We both laughed as I cleaned him and helped him hobble back
into the family room and onto the sofa.  "I didn't even think
about being so helpless when I go to the bathroom, Mom.  I feel
terrible that you have to help me there, too!"
     "Now, Matty, I'm only going to say this one more time --
relax!  I'm your Mom, and I love you, and there isn't a thing in
the world that I wouldn't do for you.  Enjoy it.  Dr. Fox says
you'll mend quickly, and then you'll lose your own personal
slave.  Okay?"
     Matt smiled and nodded, "Okay.  But don't ever leave me
alone, again, if you can help it.  I didn't like it when you were
gone."
     I helped Matty into the TV room, switched on a baseball game
and I started my weekend chores.  After a late lunch (hand-fed to
Matty), the two of us watched a movie on cable.  It was a dumb
story about some high school kids getting into stupid situations,
but I figured its appeal for Matty and every other teenage boy
was the appearance of a different bare-breasted, blonde,
beach-bunny every ten minutes or so.  
     As the credits were rolling, Matty said, "What did you mean,
today, when you said about being a teenager and raging hormones,
Mom?"

     Whoever said "discretion is the better part of valor" was
right, because that's the tact I chose to answer Matty's
question.  I had good reason to be VERY discrete!  
     In fact, I had been introduced to sex by my Mother's younger
brother just after my 18th (yeah, 18th!) birthday (he was 29 or
30), and I progressed from there to being outrageously
promiscuous through my last couple of years in school (yeah,
let's just say "school").  It was the 70's (SEX, drugs and rock
and roll, man!) and I'm sure I must have set some kind of record
for the number of boys and men I had.  
     But now, 36 years old, divorced, a respected career woman,
living in the "right" neighborhood, member of the PTA Board,
community volunteer, and "SuperMom," I sure wasn't going to go
into any of those sordid details!  Besides, Matty didn't want to
hear THAT about his mother!
     "I just meant that I dated guys in grammer school, high
school, and college and I remember a few...ah...consistencies
among them.  Not that I ever did anything!"
     He smiled, but went on, "I was just wondering if you...you
know... ever fooled around...before Dad came along."
     "Hmm...  Matty, I think you should know all there is to know
about your parents, and I want to be totally honest with you. 
I've `fooled around' once in my life, and that was exactly 9
months before you were born!"
     "Oh, Mom!"

                  - - - End of Part One - - -

