A Love That Heals

She sat on the back porch stairs naked and sweating, with a cool glass of sweet tea by her side. The sounds of crickets and frogs cut the silence of the night. In the distance heat lightning broke the dark of night. A sip of the cool tea chilled all the way down to her stomach, and yet the fire further down continued to burn. She could feel his cum slowly ooze out of her, as she heard him softly snoring from the open bedroom window. It brought a smile to her face to hear the soft snoring. "Finally wore the kid out," she whispered to no one in particular.

Kid in this case was true in more ways than one. The woman was 38, and the kid was 18. The kid in question really was her son. While many would condemn what they had just done, she smiled with contentment as she drank from the chilled glass. She often wondered these days how something that felt so right could be viewed as so wrong. She had been in a few relationships, and the only good thing about any of them was snoring in her bed. To say life had been tough on her would be an understatement. A drunk, a thief, and finally an abuser were the three attempts at marriage, and she doubted she could take another failed relationship. To think that the last few days of being beaten would bring her and her son together in such a way, made all of the other crap she has dealt with in her life worth it, seemed ironic.

She could remember the last few days of her last marriage. Her husband slapping, pinching, and punching at her like some bag hanging in a gym, causing marks and bruises and pain that no amount of makeup could cover. The trips to the doctor to make sure nothing was broken and the promises not to do it again that were. She vaguely remembered the final evening that signaled both a beginning and an end in the book of her life. She remembered the blows and the pain. She was not sure if she imagined the sounds of screaming from the man inflicting the pain, and the yelling of her son (not his as he frequently reminded her) and then nothing.

Her next memories were of pain in her head, left arm, and right leg like she had never experienced. She remembered waking up to a blurred world. She could make out a person sitting by her bed. When she finally could focus she could make out the form of her son sitting in a chair by her bed. He had his hand resting near her, as if to feel her every move. She noticed his left eye was blackened with a bruise that ran down his check, and his upper lip was swollen with a cut on it. She tried to move her arm to take his hand, and found it covered in a splint. "Jason." she whispered. The sound of her voice made him wake with a start.

"Mom? Oh mom. Are you ok? I stopped him. I did. I am sorry I wasn't there sooner." The words tumbling out in a rush as he touched the fingers of her splinted arm. His eyes moistened as he laid his head on her stomach.

She reached across with her right arm and stroked his hair. "Oh baby, I will be ok. We will be ok. How bad did he hurt you?" Just then, the sound of a clearing throat made Jason sit up, and look towards the door. A man in a suit with a badge clipped to the front pocket stepped into the room. "Mrs. Dryden, I am Detective Watson. Just stopping in to see how you and your son are." Julie looked at the strange man standing by the foot of her bed. "Well I guess we are doing ok as far as I can tell." she replied." I guess things are still a blur. I am not even sure what time it is." The detective pointed to a calendar hidden in the shadows of the room. "You have been out of it for about three days now. I have stopped in to check on you, and your son has been here the whole time. I would say he is keeping an eye on you too."

"What happened to me? Not sure I remember it all." she asked.

"Ummmmm, well you were attacked it appears by your husband. The crime scene indicated he had beaten you severely, and then tried to do the same to your son." answered the detective. "Crime scene! Did I press charges against him? Is he in jail?" she asked.

The detective cleared his throat again and looked out the hospital room window." In the course of defending himself against his and your attacker, your son struck your husband three times in the head with a bat. These blows caused a head injury serious enough to be fatal. In the course of my investigation I have determined that it was completely in self defense. There will be no charges filed on this matter."

"You mean he is, I mean is he really.......?" Julie tried to get the words out. "Yes ma'am. He will never ever do this to you or your son again." the detective replied. "Here is my card if you have any other questions. Take care and get well." With that he turned, and left the mother and son alone again.

Julie turned and saw Jason staring at the wall. Many thoughts were running through her head, but much to her surprise, relief was the nicest thought of all. No more beatings. No more being forced to please a man whom she despised more than loved, and no more pain of the emotional kind either. "Jason." she whispered. "Thank you. I love you son." The room faded to black.

The next morning her doctor came in and told her she could go home. She would need some care at home for the simple fact that two broken limbs and all of the bruises would make caring for herself difficult for a few weeks. The problem was money was tight, and insurance was not part of the picture. "I will do it." Jason said. "Do what?" asked the doctor. "I will take care of her. I can do it. I will do it." and with that they were sent home.

While there was help at the hospital in getting Julie to the care, there was no such help waiting for them when they got home. After several attempts at trying to walk on the casted leg, Jason finally gave up and picked her up and carried her up the front porch stairs into the house. He tried to be gentle but the bruised areas on her ribs and chest throbbed as he clutched her tightly and carried her up the stairs. The house was a mess from the night of the beatings, so Jason laid Julie on the couch and went into her bedroom. He found clean sheets and pillow cases, and made her bed. It was not the neatest bed making ever, but it would pass. The son picked his mother off the couch, and placed her in the bed. He gave her some pain medicine to help her rest, and turned out the lights.

The next few days passed in a haze. Jason making instant soup and tea for meals, and making sure she was comfortable. Then Julie could not take the lack of a shower or bath any longer. She stared at the ceiling in her bedroom trying to figure out the logistics of bathing with two casts preventing her from a shower or her ultimate favor of soaking in the tub. She realized that Jason would have to get her set up to at least wash her self. Maybe she could get him to help her wash her hair. She called out to her son to come into her room. "I can't stand not being clean Jason. I think I can wash myself up if you get me to the bathroom. I might need your help washing my hair. I would feel so much better if I could wash."

Jason sat looking at his mom. "What do I need to do mom?"

"If you could run some warm water in the sink, and put some clean clothes in the bathroom, I think I can do it. You can wash my hair when I get the rest of me cleaned up," she answered.

Jason gathered up the clothes and ran the water. He picked up his mother, and carried her into the bathroom. She sat on a chair that Jason brought in. Jason turned to leave and said, "Yell if you need anything mom."

Julie slipped the sweatpants off and panties she was wearing thinking no problem. The sweatshirt proved to be more difficult one handed. She was too sore to get the shirt over her head one handed. She sat there racking her brain on how to undress, and then redress with only one good arm, and the pain that made it hard to lift that good arm above her head. Finally, she called for her son. "Yeah mom?" Jason answered at the doorway.

Julie had the towel positioned over her thighs, and turned her back to her son. "I can't get this shirt off. I need your help. If I turn like this, I think you can help me slip it off."

"No problem mom," he said as he leaned over and slowly and gently pulled the heavy shirt over her head. The image of his mother's breasts burned in his eyes. He was a young man, and at that point there was no mother sitting with her back to him, only a woman with exposed breasts.

"Is there a problem Jason?" Julie asked.

"Ummm, no mom. Just want to be careful," he choked out. He slowly finished pulling the shirt off the good arm, and then the arm with the cast. The entire time he finished taking of the shirt he could not stop staring at the pink erect nipples easily seen over his mother's shoulders. He stepped back away with her shirt. He had it near his waist to cover his reaction to seeing his mom exposed that way.

"Ok hun. I will wash up. I'll call when I am ready for my hair." Julie said. Jason backed out of the room. His heart racing, and his face flushed. There were magazines and a few dates, but nothing in his young life had ever looked as good as his mother's breasts. He ran to the refrigerator, pulling out the water and taking a long drink. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and feel the throbbing in his groin. He was at a loss as to how to stop this rush of feelings. He was not sure he could go back in there, and even hold the shampoo to wash her hair, or even find a voice to speak.

Julie could not ever remember when water felt so good. Even out of a sink, it seemed to strip away the pain along with the sweat acquired over the last few days. She let the water run down her neck and over her breasts, careful to keep both casts clear of the water. She knew she was making the floor wet, but at that moment it was a problem for later. She could have sat there for hours enjoying the water, but knew Jason was waiting for her to have him wash her hair. She quickly dried off, and stood up. Turning the chair so the back was to the sink, she arranged the towels to cover herself, and called for Jason.

Jason slowly opened the door, his eyes avoiding even looking at his mother. He knew one peek, and his thoughts would be written all over his face. "Are you sure you want me to do this mom?" Julie gave an exaggerated look around and said,"Well, it appears my personal hairdresser has the night off. I guess it will have to be you."

Julie leaned her head back over the sink with her good arm keeping her towel over her chest. "Just pour the water back over my hair. It will take a few pitchers to get it all wet." With those words Jason ran water into the pitcher. As the first drops hit her hair, Julie gasped, "Cold. Way too cold." Jason ran some warmer water in the pitcher. He had Julie test it, and it met her approval. As her hand dipped in the pitcher, the towel covering her breasts slipped, and there they were again. Jason felt the tremor in his hand as he poured the water over his mother's hair. He noticed that she had not replaced the towel. Another pitcher, and then another and Julie announced her hair wet enough to shampoo. He applied the shampoo to her hair, not knowing how much should go on. He started to run his hands through her hair. Bringing the long strands up to get the shampoo on them. His fingers rubbed her scalp. Had anything felt so good? Julie could not remember what it would be.

Jason looked down at the breasts that had captivated his attention. The nipples were hard, and he could not ever remember seeing any that were so big. It did not help that Julie was telling him how good it felt to have him rub her scalp, and also letting out an occasional moan. He was hard now. Harder than any time ever in his life, and his cock and hands now had minds of their own. He so wanted to rub the tip of his finger over one of those nipples.

"Jason!" he heard Julie say.

"I'm sorry mom. I mean I ......." The words drifting away.

"I said are you going to rinse it out or keep rubbing all day!"

Jason quickly leaned over and picked up the pitcher. Julie instantly felt the swollen cock press against her shoulder. She was shocked, and then realized she had been exposed to her son the entire time he washed her hair. She quickly pulled the towel up to cover herself. Jason had not noticed the fact that he had pressed against his mother. He was focused on filling the pitcher to rinse her hair. He straightened up and again brushed her shoulder. Julie leaned back and let the water run through her hair, as thoughts of her son's reaction to her ran through her mind. The water felt good running through her hair, and finally Julie decided that it was just a coincidence that her son was reacting to her in such a way. He was her son after all. No son thought of their mother as a sex object. He has all of those high school girls to look at. He could not possibly be excited by her. No man had viewed her as anything other than an object to be used for a long time. There had to be some other reason for his "condition."

"Ok mom. I think I got the shampoo out. You have a lot of hair there," Jason said as he sat the pitcher down. "How do you dry all of that?" He had grabbed a dry towel out of the cabinet and was holding it out for Julie to take. "I usually wrap it in a towel and then brush it when it is about dry." Jason had no idea how to wrap hair in a towel, but after some instruction from his mother, managed to get the towel to sit on her head. "Help me move to the couch. I am tired of this hard chair." Jason scooped her up, and carried her to the living room. Julie tried to keep covered as he carried her. "Can you get me a blanket hun? I am so cold."

Jason went to Julie's room and took a blanket off the bed. He wrapped her up in it, and went in to clean up the bathroom. The memory of being able to see his mother without a top continued to blaze in his mind. He wondered what it would be like to touch her breasts or even better take a nipple in his mouth. His cock responded with the same hardness as actually seeing her breasts. Knowing that his mom was on the couch, Jason unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down. Sitting on the chair his mother did, he stroked his cock fast and hard. His cum shot out like a rope into the towels on his lap as he milked every drop out as if to savor the moment, and the image of his mother. He was brought back to reality by the sound of his mother's voice asking him to bring her a hair brush. Quickly zipping his pants, Jason brought in a brush.

"Jason, you are going to have to brush my hair. I can't get my arm up that high." Jason sat the towels he had carried with the brush down, and started brushing her hair. She loved having her hair brushed. As she leaned her head forward for him to brush all the way to the bottom of her hair, she saw what was on the towels he sat down. Her boy had cum all over the towels. She flushed at the thought, and had a vision of him stroking his cock, that left her tingling in places that had not tingled in months. "Oh you are so hired to brush my hair Jason," she commented as she continued to think of her son and his cock.

"I don't know mom, this hair is too much like work." He responded. He looked down and saw that the blanket had opened, and the towel had slipped again. Her nipples appeared even bigger, and she was red on her neck and chest. As he brought the brush up to start at the top, it slipped from his hands into her lap. He reached down to get it, His arm coming into contact with an exposed nipple. Julie gasped. "Sorry mom. I didn't , well you know mean to touch you there," Jason stammered. "It's ok baby keep brushing my hair. You do that so nice," she replied and didn't attempt to cover her self up.

The touch of her nipple was electric, and Julie felt the heat rise in her pussy. Her clit had gotten hard from the touch, and she could feel the dampness as well. It felt good to know that her body could still turn on someone. She was used to being used and not loved. Jason continued to brush her hair slowly. He was no longer looking at her hair though. He stared at her hard nipples, could hear her breathing begin to speed up, and see the flush growing across her chest. His cock was pushing against his jeans, straining to get out. Finally, he could stand it no more. He reached down and rubbed a finger across her nipple. Julie moaned, but did not tell him to stop. He took the nipple between his fingers, and gently tugged on it. He rolled it between his fingers, and felt it harder even more. His breath was now on her neck, and it was making her even more turned on. She heard the brush hit the floor, and sensed him moving. All of the sudden a warm moist set of lips were on her. She gasped and arched up to push her nipple deeper into his mouth. "Suck it baby. Suck it hard," she whispered.

Jason needed no encouragement as his free hand found her other breast. Sucking hard and getting harder by the second, he wanted to touch Julie all over. His hand broke contact with her breasts, and moved downward. He found the towel in her lap, and pushed it aside. His hands found the soft fluff of hair, and slid past it. He could feel the heat of her pussy, and his fingers brushed against her clit. Julie spread her legs, allowing him better access. Her outer lips were wet, and his finger entered her easily. He took his moistened finger, and started making circles on her clit. "That's it baby. A little faster," Julie whispered.

Jason sucked hard on her nipple as his finger picked up speed on her clit. Julie was moaning, breathing faster, and lifting her hips to meet the finger working on her clit. "Oh god baby! I am gonna cum.. Faster. Please faster!" she hissed.

The orgasm was powerful. As much a result of the pent up emotions of the last few weeks, as the work of her son. Julie let out a long moan. Her toes curling, and her hand over his on her clit. She could not remember the last time she had cum like that. It encompassed her entire body. "Oh baby, that was so good. Oh so good."

Jason took his mouth off of his mothers nipple, and they sought out her lips. Gentle at first, but then harder with tongues touching and exploring each others mouth. With her good hand Julie felt for the hardness in her son. She could feel the outline of it with her fingers."Take me to bed baby. Lose those pants," she panted.

Still kissing her, Jason lifted Julie off the bed, and carried her towards her room. All the towels and the blanket had fallen off, and they kissed intensely. He laid her down on the bed he had remade for her. She watched him unbutton his jeans, and followed their path to the floor. She looked at his hardness, and knew without a doubt she wanted it in her. He crawled up on the bed, positioning himself to enter her. She took his cock in her hand, and stroked it gently. "Let me help you get in baby," she said. He lowered himself toward the soaked pussy of his mother, feeling the heat at the opening. She guided him in, and he pushed in slowly. The warmth and wetness were like nothing he could have imagined. "That's it baby. You feel so good in me," she moaned. "Move slowly at first baby."

Jason began moving slowly, but knew he could not keep it slow for long. He began going faster and faster. The heat rising, and the wetness increasing where he could hear it as he pumped in and out. "Oh baby. That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me," Julie panted. Jason knew he was close. "Faster. Faster. Oh my god!" Jason came in waves. Each spurt into his mother's pussy consumed him. Never had anything felt so good. Julie pulled him deep inside of her. Holding them together as he filled her with his cum. He stayed in her even after he finished. She ran her fingers over his back. "So nice baby," as she held him close.

Jason rolled off and lay by his mother. He said nothing." Are you ok babe?" Julie asked. "Mom, that was like nothing I have ever imagined. It felt so good. You feel so good," he replied. "You didn't feel too bad yourself young man," she answered as she nudged him with her arm.