The 5 words.
"I know it's a big ask. But you have been my best friend forever, and I trust you. I trust you enough to ask this."
Judy looked at me, at her salad and at me again and said, "I really don't know. This is way outside of what I have ever imagined doing. I want to help, but you are right, it's a big ask. I mean I have known him since he was a baby, he played with my children, slept over at my house, I even changed his diaper. It's a little creepy, he is like a son."
I jumped in, "that's the point! You are 'like' a mom, but not. You love him, you will care for him, and that's what this is all about, that's what I need. Someone who will care for him like I would, but able to do the 'other' stuff." Judy was clearly conflicted and I feared that this was a bad idea.
"I don't know, the whole idea feels like a big taboo." She stopped at that point and a wicked smile formed. "But.... then again, as you say, he is not my son, and I have all the things that he needs."
Hmmm, maybe this will be a little easier than I thought....
I had come to Judy for this because we have been friends forever, because she would never break my confidence and because she had always been adventurous. In college she had always had more boyfriends, as a wife she had a few affairs, and now as a middle-aged widow, I knew she would be able to rationalize what I was asking for, and the very good reasons I had, and maybe be able to do what is necessary.
I really had no idea what to do with this problem, but she seemed to be the only possible way. I had really thought about it. I considered "professional" help, but I was so worried that the experience with an escort and such a young man would mess him up even further. I also worried that it would be unclean and unsafe, that he might catch something, it just felt dirty. But mostly, I just really felt that someone close to him, someone who knew him, would get the best results. Knowing that he would be cared for was the only way I could proceed with this plan.
That lunch started off with me being as nervous as I have ever been, and then completely embarrassed by what I had asked her, and then strangely interested as we talked about her actually doing it. The past year with Jon had been the most stressful in my entire life. The day in day out concern for his mental health drove me to the edge numerous times.
For such a physically healthy and beautiful young man, he seemed to have zero ability to interact with people. He was always alone. The frustration his life was for him was nearly unbearable for me. Each evening to look into his eyes and see the confusion and sadness that made up his day forced me to consider every option out there, no matter how extreme. I was certain that if I did nothing, he would be a suicide waiting to happen, and there was no way I was going to let that happen.
What I asked Judy to consider was that he needs physical attention and affection, the kind that a mother could never give. That even his doctor is recommending more physical interaction as a way to help him deal with his condition. The research I have been doing clearly documents that physical touch and intimacy, and the connection that those can create, is very powerful for people with Jon's condition. That without that kind of intervention, he could withdraw further into himself and get lost. I pleaded with Judy that I cannot let that happen and begged her to consider helping Jon, helping me, to be with him in a way I cannot and help bring him back to me. I was trusting her with the most important part of my life.
Ever the practical one, she asked "what should I do with him?" She seemed to think I would give her a set of instructions.
I could not go there, so I just said "whatever you usually do with a guy, just don't freak him out", which caused her to laugh a little louder than she intended, drawing attention from the nearby patrons. Nerves, I assumed.
She was silent for a long minute and then simply said, "ok, I guess".
Like I said, it was a big ask for a lot of reasons.
As we completed our lunch, my begging finished and Judy somehow convinced, the deal was done and a plan worked out. I would have Jon go to her house to perform some chores, and Judy would take it from there. Well, seduce from there more like it. She promised to be gentle and caring and make the experience as perfect for him as possible. It's not that unusual,l I told myself, for an older experienced woman to introduce a young man to love. At least that is what I told myself.
It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but I also had an odd feeling, a sensation I could not quite place about the entire experiment, like I was being sucked into something I should stay out of. I wrote it off as just the general strangeness of being this involved in something so intimate between two people who should not be being intimate at all. I hoped this would not affect our relationship because I needed her more than ever, to help Jon and to help me sort out my confused thoughts. She was suddenly the most important person in my life besides Jon.
When Jon returned home after his 'chores' at Judy's he went directly to his room and I did not see him until dinner. At dinner he was actually warm to me, and caring and interactive, a side of him I had not seen for a year. We talked about a lot of things, school, plans for college, but absolutely nothing about his afternoon. I casually asked how it went, but all I got was 'ok' and an immediate change of subject. But that did not matter as his whole outlook was improved beyond what I could have ever hoped.
A part of me did not want to know what had happened, but another part, mostly repressed by my stuffy morality and my motherly role, did. I put it off for several days, for as long as I could, enjoying my son's renewed spirits the whole time until curiosity won out. I called Judy and asked her to meet me for lunch again, for a debrief. We set up a time at our usual quite spot for the next afternoon.
I was distracted the rest of the day and the following morning to the extent that I could not concentrate or work on anything. I just had this anxious feeling, a buzzing in my head, like I was going to find out something that I did not want to know. I knew that if she got into too much detail I could stop her, but a part of me wanted to find out why this new 'therapy' worked so well.
Judy was dressed in a beautiful light summer dress and seemed to float to the table when she came in. I mentioned right away how nice she looked, how happy, and she just gave me a curious smile and sat down.
The conversation went around to other things till we had finished our lunch and were drinking the last of our bottle of wine. I suppose I had had enough wine to take off some of the nervousness, so I just asked her what was on my mind the whole time; "how was your time was with Jon?" She gave me that same smile and leaned in just a bit. I could see an intensity in her blue eyes as she began- it seems it had been on her mind as well.
"He is the most intuitive and sensitive lover I have ever had. I can't tell you how many orgasms I had with him - I lost count pretty early in the afternoon."
Ohhh, I thought, this is going to get difficult right from the start, wishing I had never asked.
She proceeded, "he was generous and gentle when needed and firm and powerful when I had to have that". I stared wide eyed, totally absorbed and simultaneously repulsed by her tale.
"There was a spell cast early that held me for the whole afternoon. We had removed our clothes and he was touching me as I tingled all over." I am sure I had a torture look on my face as she continued. "He laid me on my back on the couch in my living room and slowly slid his beautiful cock into me. I know you do not want to know, but he really is gifted in the 'down there' department. It's just beautiful, perfect". I blushed and looked around to make sure no other patrons were listening, not wanting others, or myself to hear this kind of thing about my son, yet I was not able to turn away either.
She went on, as if I could stop her now. "He had me as he slowly slid in and out, drawing each time a little deeper into me and rubbing me as he pulled back out. I came in minutes, which is a near record for me. And he just kept working me with an expertise unnatural for a young man, extending my orgasm for what seemed like forever at the time. After I finally came down I could tell the poor boy was just barely holding on, but what a trooper. He really wanted to make sure I was taken care of before he thought of himself."
"I could tell he really needed it, so I told him to go ahead. But what he did surprised me right to the edge of another orgasm. He pulled out of me, got part of the way up on his knees, grabbed his cock and he came all over me." She giggled like a teenager ,"I have never seen so much cum in my life. Just buckets of it all over my body, my face, and it seemed to just keep coming."
Those 5 words changed everything for me, "he came all over me."
As she said those words, I felt my pussy throb and get wet like a garden hose had been turned on. I was stunned, shocked at my reaction. I felt an electric charge from head to toe, became light headed from heavy breathing and nearly had an orgasm right there.
I still to this day do not know exactly what it was about those 5 words that affected me so much. 'He came all over me'. But as my story will show, it really did change my life.
I was so glad I had decided to wear a skirt because if I had pants on the flood happening in my panties would be obvious to everyone in the restaurant. As Judy sat there looking at me, I could not help squirming in my seat, rubbing myself against the cushion. I am sure my face was flush and my eyes glazed and Judy had stopped talking, and was now just staring at me.
