As Jon unfolded and examined the outfit in his hands, he could see the wisdom in the boy's words. The outfit he was holding was just adorable! He turned to see the boy standing in the doorway and thanked him for his sweetness. They'd found just what Jon needed.
There wasn't much to the outfit, which was good in Jon's opinion. He'd had enough of big cumbersome clothes, and the attire he seemed to be coming across on his vacation was suiting him just fine. Besides, it always seemed to fit the situations he found himself in, so why would he complain?
He slipped a long white stocking, followed it with another. He enjoyed the feel on his legs, they reminded him of the knee-highs he'd been wearing earlier. His new panties then slid up and tucked his penis away. It twitched as his hand brushed against it through the silk, bringing a smile to his face. Soon he'd be meeting the legendary girls of Girl World; he couldn't wait to get his noodle wet.
His new blue polka-dot dress fit like a glove, emphasizing the cleavage his breast-forms allotted him, cinched in his waist and ruffled out over his behind. It didn't go long enough to cover the tops of his stockings, but he didn't mind. More skin exposed in case it got hot again. The cute apron he fitted to his front with the words "#1 MILF" on the front made him blush.
Stepping back into his heels he turned to the boy in the door. The poor thing. Far away from home, working hard at college, alone for the first time in his life. Jon's heart broke for him. Here he was, hanging out with all his guy friends, and all he wanted was his mom. What a sweetheart.
"Come to mommy!" Jon exclaimed in a matronly voice, hoping to briefly alleviate some of the boy's distress.
He grinned hungrily at Jon and rushed forward. The hunger in his look reminded Jon that he should make sure the boy was eating enough; he made a mental note to slip into the kitchen later to whip up a few good meals.
Jon grabbed the boy's head as soon as he was close enough and pressed his face into his bosom. "There, there," he cooed, petting the dirty blond hair. He wondered how long it had been since the boy had felt a mother's love. Such a shame that wonderful young men like he had to be thrust into the world so soon.
The boy squirmed into Jon's breast-forms. Briefly Jon felt sad that they weren't real, that he couldn't feel the reassuring warmth of the boy's skin, that he couldn't bond with his surrogate son like a mother should.
Jon also noticed that the boy's pants seemed too tight. Shame, he thought, that his real mother hadn't taken care of this boy's needs.
Jon slipped one hand down and unfastened his new son's button, then unzipped his zipper. There seemed to be some swelling happening inside the boy's pants, something that was bulging out. Maybe the boy had slipped and fallen earlier.
"Oh, you poor thing," Jon mewled, "Looks like you've got a boo-boo. Let mommy take care of that for you."
Slipping his hand into the boy's underwear, Jon took hold of the swelling and gently massaged it, not too hard so that he would cause the boy pain, but just enough that he might make him feel better. The boy grunted into Jon's cleavage and squirmed into Jon's hand. He seemed to be enjoying the attention. Maybe it was working!
Jon knew it was only a start, though. There was only one thing that would make his little boy feel better.
"Here," he said, dropping to his knees, "let mommy kiss it better."
He pulled down the boy's pants and examined the swelling. It was definitely bigger than it was supposed to be. Jon could see the veins on the skin popping out and the skin itself was pulled tight. Getting straight to work, Jon kissed it up and down it's length, spending a lot of time at the top. Soon he found himself thinking out wasteful he was being with his time, that he should just kiss the whole thing at once, rather than spending all his time kissing spot to spot.
Taking the length of the swelling into his mouth, he moved his head up and down, getting used to it, each time getting more and more in. Soon he was rapidly bobbing his head, feeling the tip of the swelling pressing against the back of his throat. His boy moaned, the poor thing, feeling so hurt. The boy now took his turn rubbing Jon's hair, helping his mother out by moving Jon's head up and down for him, just in case Jon was getting tired. Jon had never felt so proud.
A moment or two later a warm discharge shot into Jon's mouth. With his boy holding his head he had nothing to do but swallow every drop, but that was alright. Anything to help his boy out. Soon the boy's swelling went down. Jon felt it go limp in his mouth as he lolled around it with his tongue. He let it drop out, pulled up his boy's pants and underwear, helped him zip up, then climbed up off of his knees.
The boy was staring at him through glazed eyes. Jon took him by the hand and led him down the hall. When the boy indicated which room was his, Jon led him in and tucked him into bed. As he watched his son drift off to sleep, Jon noticed a card on the night-stand. It read:
*Mom,
You've been working so hard, so here's a gift for you. One full spa treatment at the new spa next door! Happy Mother's Day!
Love,
Your son.*
What a sweat boy! Jon leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He took the card and the coupon enclosed, turned off the light and closed the door. Hoping his boy would get a good sleep and feel better, Jon excitedly wiggled down the stairs toward the front door. He couldn't wait for a little pampering!
