I ran my fingers across her little hole, that was something she enjoyed, pushing back against me. So that when I entered one and then two fingers into her, her entire body reacted to it, sending her into a frenzy of spasms and shudders that wracked her entire body, going on and on, seemingly endlessly.
She responded to her thick nipples being sucked, and when I put love bites in the fold of her groin, she didn’t seem to mind me marking my claim, but seemed to lose all control as I did it.
I wasn’t sure if she’d had one big climax or several in a row. But the film had certainly done what those kinds of films are designed to do.
I knew that she was now ready for me, and as she spread herself wide for me to enter, her lips engorged, wet and open, the big old Grandfather clock in the hall started to chime midnight.
The clock had been his fathers and Dad really loved it, always making sure it was wound up, it was his clock. I obviously had taken the clock over, along with many of Dads other duties. I thought its chiming was as if he was ending our first year without him, and sending us our own path with his blessing. I hoped so.
As we made love it was just like the dreams that I’d had when I made love to Grandma, in fact I was still so screwed up, I couldn’t believe that this was real.
Or was it? My eyes were playing tricks on me, I saw the blue mist come in, and then it was gone, then back again.
Where was my reality, what was reality anyway?
As I emptied my seed into her, she wrapped her legs and arms around me calling out “I love you son, you’re the best son a mother could ever have,” she looked into my eyes with the love that only a mother could have for her son.
There was no reality at all in what was happening, it was as if it were just another of my dreams.
After my mother bucked in my arms and called out for the final time that night, the clock chimed 12:30am, we’d said goodbye to him in a way that I hoped he’d have approved of.
Later as she lay in my arms with the only light in the room from the moon through the skylight, I looked at her on her side facing away from me. It must have been a blue moon as it replicated the mist of my dreams.
As I stroked her face, I once again I saw in Mum the resemblance to Grandma, when BANG, I sat up as if a bolt of lightening had hit my body.
“What’s wrong” said Mum sitting up and turning to me, “it’s all right don’t worry, everything will be all right in the morning, you’ll see.”
She’d thought that I was worried about what had happened between us, but it wasn’t that.
I’d been hit by shock of the reality, that in my dreams, I wasn’t fighting my Father for his Mother…I’d been fighting him for possession of mine.