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                    MOM'S HEALING LOVE

                  A Misbehavin' Mom Story
                       by J. BOSWELL

                  - - - Part Four - - -

     Matty and I attended his school's closing ceremonies the
next day and he officially became a high school sophomore.  When
we pulled into the driveway at home, there were already several
of his friends waiting there.
     "I told the guys the party was continued today, Mom.  You
may want to go get us some more beer."
     Apparently, Matt had told his friends that his mom was
"cool" about partying at our house, because that's what they did.
That day, into the night, and the next few days there was an
almost-constant party going on at our house.  The pool had been
heated since Memorial Day, the house was full of toys, TV's,
video games and stereos, and I was expected to supply the beer
and food.
     By the third night, I was exhausted and needed a drink,
myself.  I didn't have to worry about driving anybody home
because it was Saturday night and the five "guests" were spending
the night.
     Dressed in the outfit Matty had picked out for my date with
Dr. Fox the week before, I had been a hit as hostess with the
boys all night in my low-cut top and red leather mini.  I walked
behind the bar and found a bottle of Tequila.  A Marguerita
sounded good.
     But I never made it out from behind the bar.  The boys
crowded around me and wanted to know what I was making and how to
mix other drinks, and soon, several of us were doing the
salt/Tequila/lime routine at the bar.  They thought I was a great
sport and just one of the guys.
     Well, almost one of the guys.  Soon, I was dancing with them
to rap and dance tunes.  I knew my lacy bra and stocking-tops and
garterstraps were making a few appearances as I gyrated to the
beat, but I was enjoying being the center of attention for these
six young, good-looking boys.  I was flirting outrageously with
them, and for the moment, I was back in high school again.
     Someone changed the CD and the music turned slow.  I took
turns dancing close with each of them, including Matty.  I knew
what I was doing to them.  I could feel their erections pressing
into my thigh and hip.  I could feel them squeeze me tight and
press their chests hard against mine.  I rested my head on their
shoulders and breathed on their necks.  I began to think that
Matty was right -- maybe I was a slut.
     After a little more dancing, someone suggested a drinking
game.  We all sat around the big glass-topped coffee table and I
could feel all of their eyes lock on to my crotch as I bent my
legs and sat Indian-style, like they were.  That position pulled
my short, tight skirt almost up to my waist and I didn't have too
many secrets left!  After a couple of games, I realized my
reflexes just weren't what they used to be, and I was feeling no
pain.  One of the boys suggested strip-poker, but I told them
that it wasn't fair odds, being the only girl and they all said
they liked the odds!
     The party soon got quiet and we all sprawled around the
Familyroom floor, talking about school and girls and cars and
music.  I had kicked my high heels off a while ago and I reached
up under my skirt and rolled down my stockings.  As I pulled the
second stocking off my foot, I realized that no one was talking
and I looked up to see all six boys staring at me and my legs.
     "Sorry," I giggled, "I just wanted to get more comfortable."
     Matty's best friend, Todd smiled and said, "That's cool,
Mrs. L.  You can even get MORE comfortable, if you want.  We
won't mind."
     I wagged my finger at them, "I think you are all having
naughty thoughts.  Now, behave.  I'm old enough to be your mother
