“I slowly moved in and out of her as she awed and cooed in my ear. She told me how she suspected my motives for quite a while but often dismissed them as quite the Oedipus Complex. She would encourage me by saying things like ‘keep it nice and slow, baby,’ or ‘you’re so hard inside me!’
“My hands roamed all over her body, feeling every curve and imperfection at my fingertips. I measured Mother’s responses with each touch and filed away each quick breath, coo, or other such pleasant reactions to touch, to use at my advantage later. I discovered her nipples were particularly vulnerable and immediately used that knowledge to my own advantage.
” ‘Oh, Garrett! Go faster while you do that!’ she demanded of me.
“I didn’t have much in the way of experience with Mother or anyone else, but I surmised that she knew her orgasm would approach quickly with my actions. I did as she asked.
“I used the tips of my fingers to brush across both nipples repeatedly until her hands snapped to mine and held them against her breasts. She quickly wrapped her arms around me, trapping mine between us. She wrapped her legs around me and dug her fingers into my back.
” ‘You’re so good, baby. So good—’ she gasped as I witnessed a woman’s orgasm for the first time in person.
“I had an idea that I wanted to introduce to her. Mutual masturbation. I wanted to watch her entire body and learn the movements of her fingers and watch as she brought pleasure to herself. The thought brought me out of the moment but reinvigorated the blood powering my raging cock. I continued thrusting until she pushed me away and out of her, then she instantly pulled me closer. She breathlessly told me to hold her as she came. Her body shook against mine and I held her tight until she became calm again.
” ‘It wasn’t you, love. I just get very sensitive when I cum,’ she briefly explained. She rested her head against my shoulder, breathing heavily and recovering from her blissful burst of pleasure.
“I smiled, knowing the pleasure I was able to bring to Mother. I took her by the hand and helped her off the furniture and went to pour the wine.
“From there, the rest of the story is your typical love story, albeit forbidden, by nature. With the intense physical desires satiated for the moment, we sat and drank the wine and spent more time talking than coupling that night. We got drunk as we covered every note that was in my treasure box. We laughed at some, relived soulful memories with others, and cried together at the rest.
“We made love once more that night after a long, sensual shower. I came inside Mother and stayed inside her until I naturally slipped out. We pulled the covers over our quivering bodies and stared into each other’s eyes without a word. Our eyes were like books and we read them until our own eyes could take no more.”
Four
“I woke first, holding her close to me. I could smell the fruity smell in her hair as I listened to the rhythmic sound of her breath as she slept. If we were at home, I would have gotten up and made breakfast for her. In lieu of being able to do that, I recalled my idea from the previous night.