“Mom confided in me that she was seeing a doctor. She think she is in menopause!”
Caitlin held her brother’s dick in one hand and licked it from root to tip. Then let her tongue circle the helmet.
“Catlin, I have come three times today! You’ll be sucking a long time before I come again! And what the hell is…whatever you said?”
Caitlin shook her head at the ignorance of men about women’s issues. “She thinks she is going through the change of life. She told me her emotions are all over the place. She told me she goes from horny as a cat in heat to cold and dry.”
“Maybe that is why I don’t hear them pounding the sheets!”
“Well, you know dad is at least ten years older than mom. With his age and her problem, maybe sex is in the rearview mirror!”
“If that is true, then what did they fight about?”
“It’s a little strange to me also, but I have become her confidant! I think mom needs a no strings attached lover. She needs to have someone show her she is still sexy and fuckable.”
Caitlin eyed her brother speculatively.
“What about you, Carter?”
“What about me what?”
As intimate as the siblings were, as much as they shared, sometimes Caitlin could surprise the hell out of Carter.
“You could be mom’s lover!”
“Catty, you have absolutely lost your fucking mind! I am NOT going to fuck mom! That would be….”
“Incest?” Her full lips pulled back in a mischievous grin. “We have been fucking for years. We even have a baby together.”
Carter opened his mouth to protest. She raised one cocoa colored hand.
“You’re always talking about how much we look alike! If she is anything like me, she is a tiger in bed! Besides, it could save our family! Think about it! I had better go!”
Carter shook his head in bewilderment as his sister ran to the rear stairs and left.
***
Halvatia Curry eyed her friend and employer with concern. June Crafton had just returned from an appointment with her gynecologist. Her doctor told her she was in the early stages of menopause. However, it did not explain her periods of incredible sexual arousal.
“Here, Miss, I fixed some more of my tea fo’ ya’! Drink it down!”
Halvatia Curry, Miss Curry, was 62 years old, had eight kids, buried three husbands and was practitioner of obeah. Obeah was not a religion. There were no churches, no temples. It was a collection of beliefs. Practitioners believe they can channel the essence of the world for good or evil. It centered on potions, spells and talismans. In her small room off the kitchen, she kept the tools of her art.
For her beloved employer, she prepared a special tea. It was a blend of herbs that would ease her through this change. She was concerned that the Miss’ doctor was prescribing some kind of hormone treatment. She knew it was not necessary. Her potions would help her employer through her change. Also, she was not sure how that would interact with her herbs. Her herbs were powerful drugs also.
June sipped quietly at the steaming hot cup of tea. It had a slight tang as it crossed her tongue. The aroma she inhaled was musky, heady stuff. It refreshed and soothed her. There were no misgivings about letting Miss Curry use her potions and herbs on her. She trusted Miss Curry implicitly. Her parents were killed when she was just an infant. Their will designated Miss Curry as her guardian. She was the only mother she ever knew. She was housekeeper, guardian and confidant.