Thank you for all the positive and encouraging comments. I am grateful to all. I enjoy reading your comments and am inspired by your ideas for other stories. This genre is not for everyone and some have been quick to criticize. Perhaps they needed mothers who loved them as Janet loves Tom.
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The weeks flew by and Tom gained strength and stamina every day. He had put back the weight he had lost and was every bit the handsome college man that Janet had hoped he would be. Her joy, however, was mixed with sorrow because she knew that the new school term was starting and he would be leaving her.
As they drove to Dr. Hamilton's office, Janet broached the subject. "Tom, I know we have not talked in other than generalities, but the fall session will be starting and we need to contact the college about your enrollment."
Tom had been expecting this conversation. Dreading it, actually. He had loved being home and being the object of his mother's affection. He loved his mother. Literally, he had loved her in ways that no man had ever done. Their sexual and emotional relationship was deep and varied. They had crossed a barrier that most "proper" people would never have approached.
Yet, he had a dilemma. Did he leave the comfort of the familiar to continue his college career or did he continue playing house with his mother? He did not want to lose the precious feeling of intimacy they had developed. Nor did he want to limit himself to this relationship forever.
Fortunately, they had arrived at Dr. Hamilton's office before either of them had to do much more talking. "We'll continue later, Tom. Ready to see the doctor, sweetie?" Janet tried to put a good face on and smiled weakly at her handsome boy.
"Sure, Mom. We really do need to think things through." Tom reached over and squeezed his mother's thigh. He looked into her eyes and felt himself leaning closer, his mouth opened, expecting to kiss her full on the lips. Janet hesitated for a second worried that the parking lot may be too public. She gave in as he drew close enough for her to smell his skin. She loved the way her son's skin smelled. She loved the gentle scratching of his beard on her own skin. Janet opened her mouth to receive his insistent tongue. She sighed gently at the familiar feeling it aroused in her.
Tom slid his right hand over her thigh and drew it up to her breast. The satin blouse yielded to his touch and he felt her nipple stiffen under his palm. He liked the way her nipples got erect at the slightest touch. She was his woman, now, and he could call out of her any number or responses to his sexual intentions.
Janet pushed him back gently. "We need to see the doctor, Tom. Come on, honey. We don't want to be late." She smoothed her blouse, but could not flatten her nipple on command. It minded its own business.
Tom relaxed and moved away. They held each others' gaze before opening the door. "I love you, Mom. I'll never leave you."
"Let's talk about this later, honey. We have to see Dr. Hamilton now." She turned to open the door. Tom followed suit and they walked toward the building side by side, if a little too close.
Janet's nipples remained erect. Tom was happy to see them so. He knew his effect was a lasting one. They checked in and waited only a few minutes when his name was called.
"Mr. Asken? Mr. Asken?" The male paramedic looked at the only two people in the waiting room: Tom and his mother. Janet got up as Tom did and the paramedic shot her a quizzical look. Tom intervened.
"My mom is a nurse. She is the one who has all the records for my recovery. She needs to come in. I lost a lot of my memory from the trek." Tom sounded so authoritative the paramedic seemed embarrassed. As they passed, the paramedic, holding the door for them, noticed Janet's tits, the shimmer of the satin blouse inviting long looks. He noted the erect nipples straining against the bra beneath. To himself, he wondered what it would be like to lock onto to them. He was jealous of Tom and he didn't even know why.
Janet had changed in the 14 weeks of Tom's recuperation. No longer the timid and worried mouse who first consulted Dr. Hamilton about Tom's morning erections. Janet was assured now, more confident. It was a sure, but gentle sort of confidence, like she was well-loved. Dr. Hamilton saw her self-assurance grow with each visit. He chalked it up to Tom's improvement and her relief.
When Dr. Hamilton entered the room, he was surprised to see the muscular man sitting on the exam table. Tom was so much changed Dr. Hamilton had to stop in his tracks. "Tom, my boy, I can't believe it. I never would have thought I'd see such changes in one so weak. You look fantastic."
"Good nursing, Doc." Tom smiled.
"I'll say. We need to bottle that kind of nursing and give to all our patients."
"Well, it has a lot of mother's love in the recipe. I never would have made it without her." Tom looked over at his mom lovingly. Dr. Hamilton followed his gaze.
The sudden compliment made Janet flush and her nipples, which had calmed down, suddenly lurched outward again. Janet made no attempt to hide them. She had become proud of her body and not the least worried at how it reacted. Being naked with Tom and making love to him had taught her to enjoy her physical reactions.
Dr. Hamilton stared at her nipples awkwardly. Janet was an otherwise plain-looking woman. Somehow, even plain women can become beautiful if they let their nipples show. He thought to himself, "Why women today go for those football pads they call bras these days, I will never understand."
Janet recognized that her breasts were getting Dr. Hamilton's attention and she sat a little higher in the side chair. "Oh, Tom is just being kind, Doctor. All I did was follow your advice. I remember it very clearly. 'Just let Tom's body tell you what it needed.' And that is what I did. Whatever I saw Tom's body needed, I gave him." She did not even notice the innuendo she had revealed.
Dr. Hamilton caught it. "Well it was good advice, I suppose. He looks great. Let's just do an exam and make sure we can close this case out." He excused Mrs. Asken, but Tom insisted she stay.
"Doc, Mom has seen me naked and in bad shape. I want her to be here when you pronounce me all better. I am not embarrassed to be naked in front of my mom. She saved my life."
Dr. Hamilton shook his head wondering what else may have happened in the course of Tom's recovery. "Suit yourself, young man."
Janet was silent but watched eagerly as Tom undressed. He got back on the table and paper sheet crinkled as he scooted himself up. He lay there completely exposed. His cock was half-full, the way Janet loved. He smiled over at her. When Dr. Hamilton turned away, Tom, fondled himself and gave her a better view of the head. It was pointed at her, the slit at the end of his cock like a snake's eye looking at her.
