Healing Love Cfnm Style, Ch. 2


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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 Matt, 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 Matt's bed and dressed in a bathing suit and robe before I woke him.

In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matt 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 boss and I get to wear a bathing suit. Especially after getting soaked last time."

Matt and I both shared a silence, no doubt because of the double meaning of my statement. Not only had I gotten wet from the shower splashback, but Matt had definitely added his juices to the problem. I turned red and quickly started up the shower to break the uncomfortable moment.

As the shower progressed, Matt became hard again. After washing his genitals, the skin on his eight-inch 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 Maatty 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 Matt began ejaculating almost immediately. Again, huge amounts came spurting everywhere. Again, as if it was magnetically drawn to my tits, the majority of it landed there. I waited for him to finish, watching the huge spurts of cum splattering against my bikini top and exposed flesh. I was mesmerized watching him shoot, almost in slo-mo as the heavy wads took flight and landed on me. I was amazed at how much he could produce and how far it launched, hotly landing on my skin. But I couldn't dwell on it long as I didn't feel right about it, so I quickly rinsed him off. An uncomfortable silence washed over both of us.

After I had dressed him, I showered and that was the last thing I remembered until I felt Matt shaking me and almost yelling, "Hey! Hey! 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!

Matt 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 adoptive mother, and seemed to be really enjoying it!

"How did you answer the phone?"


"Oh, yeah. Matt? 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 Matt 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."

Matt 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."


"Well, it's true! All my friends think so, too. 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 (34D) and great legs, but I was also proud of my flat stomach, firm ass, and small, 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 Matt's school. Since Matt had been injured playing a school sport and there were only a few weeks left in the school year, the Headmaster offered to let Matt 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, Matt's big erections quickly yielded to my pseudo hand- jobs in the shower. On Wednesday, however, he was still hard and throbbing in my hand well after I applied the lotion on his skin. 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"

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

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

"It's more like needing it. 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 eight-inch 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, Matt. Don't be embarrassed. Every man in the world masturbates. Do you do it every day?"

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

"Wow, okay, well, just relax, now. I think I'm almost done."

Just then, Matt exploded with his orgasm, shooting his cum the length of my arms, splashing four large strands of it 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?"

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

"Yeah, you really shot hard that time!"

And that became our routine. We didn't talk about it, we just did it. Every morning in the shower, I would give my adopted son a hand-job. Every time I ended up with at least some of it on my breasts, or neck, twice it actually landing on my face as well. I couldn't really try to hide what I was doing, nor could he-- we both instinctively knew, but said nothing about it. It was like an unspoken treaty we'd brokered that would have to be broken if we acknowledged it was really happening.

On Thursday, we got a call from Allen, Matt's adoptive father. He decided to fly in and see Matt for the weekend. I also got a call from Dr. Fox. He offered to stop by on Saturday and check Matt's progress and asked if he could take me to dinner. Since Allen was going to be here and could babysit Matt, 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 Matt -- 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, clubs, and cocaine. I tried to hang in there, but finally gave up. Typical of Allen, he ran away with another woman -- 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 adoptive father and son, and that was all there was to his commitment. He was a successful, charming, shallow man with an addiction problem.

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?" I said sarcastically.

"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 prick! 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, you asshole!"

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 Matt 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 Matt, 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 Matt 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 Matt standing back in the shadows, watching his adoptive mother give a sloppy 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, some of his cum dripping down my chin to drop on my cleavage. As much as I wanted to continue and feel my own orgasm, I felt that Matt 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 Matt for spying, but still turned on and needing some release, I went to bed and buried my fingers in my pussy, 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 had made breakfast. We sat at the table and I couldn't look Matt 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.

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

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

"Hey, 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, Matt! 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 adopted son watching me. I wondered if I even put a little extra enthusiasm in my show for my secret audience, Saturday night as I tried my best to deepthroat him. It seemed that our relationship was getting a little blurred at the edges since Matt's injuries.

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

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

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

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

"But what, Matt?"

"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 about her age! But alot had changed for me since then, I thought.

"Matt, 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, Matt was extremely erect as I washed him. As I was sitting on the edge of the tub, Matt's erection was almost eye-level. I poured lotion in my hands and he turned his eight-inch penis towards me. Only this time, instead of applying the lotion, I leaned my head forward and sucked my adopted son's raging, hot hard-on into my wet mouth. I just thoughtlessly went for it.

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, stroking 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. It wasn't until my jaw ached with the stretching it had to do to accomodate such a big cock that I became aware of what I'd just done. I'd actually sucked the dick of my adopted son!

To be continued...