“Since when do you do that? You’ve been with Mother, but have you been with another man?” I began before she stood up quickly and put her finger over her mouth and gave me the smile that always calmed my fears.
“Baby, there were never any other men. Do you know who taught me that? Mother did. You always made love to me, but we never fucked. In my conversation with her, Mother told me you did the same with her. You were always careful with us and gentle.
“Some women would complain about the routine softness of your touch, but we were both so in love with you that your way was all we ever wanted. Much later, after she originally admitted your affair with her, she told me there would be a day that comes when she was no longer with you, and that I should use that time to keep her memory alive, but also be adventurous and show you that there’s more than what you’ve been focusing on.”
“So, is that what we’re doing here?” I asked. She nodded as she took me back into her mouth. The prospects of what could be began to run through my mind, and I was nearly instantly hard again.
“So, what’s next?”
“Well, we’re going to learn to be adventurous together. Mom would be proud of us, and in our new home, I think she will remain close to you through our adventures!” She smiled.
That night, we fucked. We fucked all night. It was clean and dirty all at once. I remembered the time Mother told me not to be overzealous, as I would soon not be able to do all the things I wanted to do. I never knew what she meant until that night.
We were both raw and exhausted.
The next morning, I made her breakfast, and we pulled notes from the box one by one and talked about them.
After death, Mother truly managed to make me happy, as her light shined through the eyes of my wife.