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 high school, and had just turned 14. 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 prep 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 marveled 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 desk chair. 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, canceled 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 shower stall 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 shower stall 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 a 14-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 canceled 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 twelfth birthday (he was 19 or 20), and I progressed from there to being outrageously promiscuous through my last couple of years in grammar school, and all through high 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, 33 years old, divorced, a respected career woman, living in the "right" neighborhood, member of the PTA Board, community volunteer, and "Super Mom," 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 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!"

We managed to get through the rest of the day and that night, but I still didn't get to sleep in my own bed. Without the pain-killer that the hospital had given Matty, sleeping was almost impossible for him. I stayed awake as much as I could, forcing him to stay on his back whenever he tried to roll onto his right side. When the sun came up, I was exhausted.

I climbed out of Matty's bed and dressed in a bathing suit and robe before I woke him.

In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matty saw my bathing suit and smiled, "I thought you said we had to throw modesty out the window for a while?"

"We did -- your's! I'm the Mother and I get to wear a bathing suit."

As the shower progressed, Matty became hard again. After washing his genitals, the skin on his penis was taut and was glowing pink. I was stuck about what to do. Part of me wanted to turn the shower off and dress him, while the other part sympathized with his predicament.

Without saying anything to Matty about my thoughts, I grabbed one of my moisturizing lotions and began rubbing it on his chest.

"This should feel good, and it will keep your skin from drying out." Looking only at my hands, I rubbed more on his thighs and then, finally, his penis. The lotion was warm and slippery and Matty began ejaculating almost immediately. I waited for him to finish and then rinsed him off.

After I had dressed him, I showered and that was the last thing I remembered until I felt Matty shaking me and almost yelling, "Mom! Mom! It's the phone. Dr. Fox is on the phone and wants to talk to you!"

I woke up and realized that I was lying on my back on my bed, stark naked, with my wet towel still in my hand and my feet still on the floor. I had fallen asleep as I was drying myself after my shower!

Matty was standing next to the bed, shaking my arm and shoulder with his foot, and watching my jiggling breasts with his eyes. His pajamas had an obvious tent at his crotch. He was getting an eyeful of his naked mother, and seemed to be really enjoying it!

"How did you answer the phone, Honey?"

"Speaker phone."

"Oh, yeah. Matty? You can stop shaking me, now. I'm awake."

"Oh, sorry!"

I stood and slipped on a robe to take the call. When I got downstairs, I asked Matty if he was hungry.

"Starving! But you needed the sleep. What did Dr. Fox want?"

"Well, he wanted to see how you were doing, which was nice, but very surprising for an Emergency Room doctor, and even more surprising, he asked me out to dinner, sometime."

Matty smiled, "I'm not surprised. In the hospital, he wanted to know all about you. If you were married or divorced and if you dated much. He told me that he thought you were really hot looking."

"Oh? And what did you say?"

"I agreed and said I thought you were really hot looking, too."

"Matty!"

"Well, it's true! All my friends think so, too, Mom. Why do you think Ryan and Todd always hang over here at our pool all Summer?"

I knew I was in pretty good shape for 33, but I never thought of myself as flaming the fires of pubescent masturbatory fantasies. Brown hair (still with no gray!), large blue eyes and good skin, I knew I was (at the very least) pretty. With the help of aerobics and my exercycle, my body was still holding up pretty well, too. I knew men liked looking at (and playing with!) my large, round breasts (36D) and long legs, but I was also proud of my flat stomach, firm ass, and tight waist. Sure, I could admit I was attractive, but I didn't go out of my way to make a big deal out of it. Now, I was embarrassed thinking that I was the subject of teenaged boys' comments! No wonder they liked spending the summer around our pool in the yard!

The next day was Monday, and I called Matty's school. Since Matty had been injured playing a school sport and there were only a few weeks left in the school year, the Headmaster offered to let Matty miss the remainder of the year, and take his current marks (one "B" and the rest "A's") for his final grades. I agreed and thanked him for his time and understanding. As for my class of third graders, I had a ton of vacation saved up, so I called my school and they said they would obtain a substitute teacher for my classes until I returned or the school year ended.

On Monday and Tuesday, Matty's erections quickly yielded to my hand- jobs in the shower. On Wednesday, however, he was still hard and throbbing in my hand well after I applied the lotion and the motion. If I rubbed him any more, it would be obvious that I was intentionally jerking him off, rather than him just ejaculating as a result of me washing or "oiling" him. I was again in a quandary and didn't know what to do. I decided that I should just leave well enough alone. "Okay, time to rinse off, Dear."

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

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

"It's more like needing it, Mom. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I'd gladly do it myself, if I could."

I filled my hands with more lotion and began rubbing them along the length of his erection. The skin was warm and smooth and felt wonderful in my hands. I squeezed his rod as my hand slipped along its length, and I cupped his tight balls in my other hand. "I understand, Matty. Don't be embarrassed. Every man in the world masturbates. Do you do it every day?"

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

"Well, just relax, now. I think I'm almost done."

Just then, Matty exploded with his orgasm, shooting his cum the length of my arms, splashing it on the cleavage showing above my swimsuit. He saw that and his body jerked out of my hand and he almost fell. I grabbed him and sat him on the side of the tub.

"Are you alright, Honey?"

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

And that became our routine. We didn't talk about it, we just did it. Every morning in the shower, I would give my son a hand-job. I didn't try to hide what I was doing -- we both knew.

On Thursday, we got a call from Allen, Matty's father. He decided to fly in and see Matty for the weekend. I also got a call from Dr. Fox. He offered to stop by on Saturday and check Matty's progress and asked if he could take me to dinner. Since Allen was going to be here and could babysit Matty, I accepted his offer.

I met Allen at the airport and he was as friendly as ever. I saw him checking me out as he approached and I quickly turned my cheek as he bent down to kiss me.

"Jessica! You're more beautiful than ever! How have you been?"

"Just fine, Allen. I see you still like to throw the bull." I have to admit that when I was 18 years old and a freshman in college, I was totally and absolutely taken by Allen's smooth charm. Ten years older than me, he was a broker on the fast track and I think my youth and looks appealed to him in a "trophy" sort of way. We were married and I was pregnant before either one of us had really thought about it. Of course, the wonderful thing was that we had Matty -- the only success Allen and I had in our almost-twelve years together. I finished college and started to teach. Allen stayed on the fast track, making the mega-bucks he was hungry for, but also spending a lot of it on wine, women, song, and cocaine. I tried to hang in there, but finally gave up. Typical of Allen, he ran away -- to California. He sent us a big check every month and saw Matt for a few weeks in the summer, but they were more like buddies than father and son, and that was all there was to his commitment. He was a successful, charming, shallow man.

He stared at my legs as I drove him back to the house, and at my body in obvious stares for the rest of the evening, so I really wasn't surprised when he knocked on my bedroom door that night. I was sitting up, reading when he opened the door.

"Dating anyone, Jessie?"

"I'm seeing someone, but it's not the real thing or anything."

He moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Is he keeping you happy? Meeting all your needs?"

"Allen, I'm not going to fuck you, if that's what you're leading up to. Why complicate the perfect relationship we've finally worked out after all these years?"

"Okay, but you can't fault a guy for trying. How about, if we're not going to get physical, you at least give me a look at your goodies? You're so fucking beautiful and sexy! No touchies -- I promise!"

I laughed and swung at him with my book, "Get out of here, you monster! You're incorrigible!"

Allen got a little edge to his voice -- somewhere between anger and a whine. "Come on, Jessie! It's not like it would be the first time, or anything. You're not a gawd damn virgin! All that money I send you every month ought to buy me some privileges."

Now I was angry. "Allen, that's gross! The money that you send doesn't hurt you a bit and it buys your son the house and school and lifestyle he's had all his life. I'm not your hooker and it doesn't buy my body!"

Allen shook his head and walked out of the room, wearing a major pout and slamming the door. His problem was that I had seen that pout too many times in the past.

On Saturday, I woke Matty and dressed him in a pair of swim trunks. Without either of us saying a word, he understood. We were just finishing his shower when Allen walked into the bathroom and dried Matt.

Early in the evening, Dr. Donald Fox arrived and examined Matty, declaring his recovery satisfactory and then whisking me out to his car for dinner. We ate in a small restaurant in Little Italy, and then toured a few clubs, looking for a band we could dance to. It was after 1:00 a.m. when we got home.

Out of sheer reflex, I invited Donald in and he accepted. Declining a coffee, we sat on the sofa and chatted for a few minutes, until he pulled me close to him and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth, spreading my lips and teeth open, finding my tongue.

We kissed for a while, and as his mouth worked down to my neck, his hand rose to my breast and he gently cupped my tit through my blouse and bra. It soon progressed into a full make-out session, and contrary to my normal habit, I permitted it continue, until Donald opened his zipper and placed my hand on his hot, pulsing cock.

Normally, I would have stopped well before this point, but I was feeling particularly naughty. Maybe it was because it was our first date. Maybe it was because my very pissed-off ex-husband was in the house as it was happening. And -- although I wasn't ready to deal with the significance of it -- maybe it was because it had been a while for me and Matty wasn't the only one getting turned on in the shower every morning.

Instead of stopping, I opened my blouse and unclasped my bra and placed Donald's hand on my naked breast. As he began to squeeze my nipple between his fingers, I moaned and lowered my mouth down over his cock, sucking him between my lips.

We were both hot and went totally with the passion (or maybe it was just lust) we were feeling. But as my lips slurped up and down Donald's rigid pole, I heard something. Without stopping, I glanced up at the doorway and saw Matty standing back in the shadows, watching his mother give a blow-job to her date!

I couldn't believe my horrendous luck! The first time I ever did anything like that in the house since my divorce, and I was caught! But at the same time I was feeling guilty, I was also getting even more excited.

Donald's breathing quickened and he soon tensed and came into my mouth. As much as I wanted to continue and feel my own orgasm, I felt that Matty had spied on quite enough for the evening, so I sat up and rebuttoned my blouse. I walked Donald to the door and kissed him goodnight as he promised to call me.

Still angry with Matty for spying, but still turned on and needing some release, I went to bed and buried my fingers in my cunt, squeezing my nipple and clit between my fingers. Smelling my own wetness and still tasting Donald's salty cum on my lips, I slammed into an intense orgasm, moaning my passion through my clenched teeth as I bit into my pillow to muffle my screams. I released my clit and fell asleep almost immediately.

By the time I woke up on Sunday, Allen had helped Matty in the shower and had made breakfast. We sat at the table and I couldn't look Matty in the eye. I don't think he could look straight at me, either. Allen explained that he was going to have a very busy Summer, and maybe next Christmas week would be better for Matt's trip out West. Matt agreed and soon after that, Allen left in a cab for the airport and his flight back to California.

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

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

"Mom, I'm sorry for what I did the other night. I know you saw me and I know it was wrong."

"Yes, you're damned right it was wrong, Matty! How could you do that to me? I think I deserve a little more privacy than that."

"Well, I was just going to get something to drink in the kitchen, and I saw the two of you kissing, and I couldn't stop looking. I'm sorry and it will never happen again."

I calmed down a little as I realized part of my anger was addressed at myself, for getting so excited when I saw my son watching me. I wondered if I even put a little extra enthusiasm in my show for my secret audience, Saturday night. It seemed that our mother and son relationship was getting a little blurred at the edges since Matty's injuries.

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

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

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

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

"But what, Matty?"

"Well, at our graduation party from eighth grade, Becky Stone got pretty drunk and said she wanted to do every guy at the party like that. She did do almost everybody, but she passed out before it was my turn. Some of the other guys and I tried to wake her, but she was OUT!"

I laughed at the thought of these horny, desperate boys and their attempts at reviving the unconscious girl. Becky Stone also reminded me of myself when I had been her age.

"Matty, it's no big deal. You'll soon have your turn."

"The way Dr. Fox was acting -- he sure made it look like a big deal."

"Well, you have all the time in the world. And everything will come in its own time. Come on, let's shower."

As usual, Matty was erect as I washed him. As I was sitting on the edge of the tub, Matty's erection was almost eye-level. I poured lotion in my hands and he turned his penis towards me. Only this time, instead of applying the lotion, I leaned my head forward and sucked my son's raging, hot hard-on into my wet mouth.