Mommy!

As Jon gingerly unfolded the exquisite garment in his hands, he couldn't help but admire the boy's astute observations. The attire was indeed delightful! Turning towards the boy standing at the door, he expressed his gratitude for the boy's kindness. It was the perfect outfit he needed.

To Jon, the outfit was simple yet refined, and it suited him well. Having grown tired of bulky clothing, he had discovered that the outfits he came across during his vacation were adequate. Furthermore, they always complemented the situations he found himself in; why should he complain?

Gently donning a long white stocking, followed by another, he relished the feeling on his legs, reminiscent of the knee-highs he had on earlier. His new panties provided coverage and hid his manhood. The fabric's silky texture brushed against his skin, eliciting a smile. Soon, he would meet the legendary girls of Girl World, and the thought of making a splash left him quivering with anticipation.

The new blue polka-dot dress clung to Jon's curves like a second skin, the breast-forms accentuating his cleavage and the cinched waist highlighting his feminine figure. With each step, the dress ruffled out over his behind, revealing the tops of his stockings. But Jon didn't mind. The heat was oppressive, and he welcomed the exposure, feeling liberated in his own skin.

As Jon slipped into his heels, his attention turned to the boy in the doorway. He saw the weariness in the boy's eyes and his heart ached. College life could be lonely and challenging, and Jon empathized with the boy's predicament. Here he was, surrounded by male companionship, yet all he wanted was a mother's love.

"Come to mommy," Jon called out in a matronly voice, hoping to offer the boy a moment of respite.

The boy's face lit up with a hunger that reminded Jon of the importance of nourishment. He made a mental note to whip up some hearty meals for the young man later. Jon pulled the boy closer, cradling his head and pressing his face into his bosom.

"There, there," Jon cooed, feeling the softness of the boy's dirty blond hair. He wondered how long it had been since the boy had felt a mother's touch, a mother's embrace. It was a shame that young men like him were **** to navigate the world alone, without the support and guidance of a maternal figure.

As the boy squirmed into Jon's breast-forms, Jon's heart swelled with a bittersweet emotion. He longed for the warmth of real skin, the bond between a mother and her son. But he knew that his surrogate role was still valuable, that he could offer comfort and solace to this boy who was so far from home.

As Jon's gaze drifted downwards, he noticed the tightness of the boy's pants. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the boy's neglect. It was a shame that his real mother hadn't taken care of his needs.

Jon slipped one hand down and unfastened his new surrogate 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."

With a cautious tenderness, Jon's hand slipped into the boy's underwear. Taking hold of the swelling, he 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 that this was just the beginning. He could feel the tension in his little boy's body, and he knew that 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.

Healed by a mother's touch, the boy stood, dazed before Jon. He stared through glazed eyes. Poor child, Jon thought, he must be exhausted.

With a gentle hand, Jon took him by the hand and led him down the hall casting long shadows across the walls. When the boy indicated which room was his, Jon led him in and tucked him into bed. The room was quiet, save for the gentle sound of the boy's breathing as he lay. Jon stood beside him, watching as his son drifted off to sleep, his eyes glazed with exhaustion. As he gazed upon the child, Jon's heart swelled with pride and affection, the intense love he felt for the boy palpable in the air.

It was then that Jon noticed the card on the nightstand. It was addressed to "Mom," and inside was a coupon for a full spa treatment at the new spa next door. A Mother's Day gift from his son. Jon couldn't help but smile, the gesture a testament to the child's kind and generous spirit.

What a sweet boy, Jon thought, leaning forward to kiss his son on the forehead, gently stroking the area between the boy's legs that he had just helped heal up. He took the card and coupon, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. As he descended the stairs, his heart lifted with anticipation of the pampering that awaited him at the spa next door. Yet, his thoughts lingered on his son, and he couldn't help but hope that the boy would sleep well and feel better in the morning.