Finally, after an eternity and a half, she broke the silence. “So, what’d you think?”
“Think about what?” I whispered back.
“About what you saw?”
I contemplated an answer, but I didn’t know what exactly was she asking.
She waited for a while and then threw her hands down in what looked like exasperation. I sensed that she wanted me to say something in particular, but I had no idea what it was. I told her, “I don’t know what you want to hear, mom.”
She looked at me with tearful eyes. I couldn’t figure out the reason for such emotions, but I felt for her nevertheless. She said, “I want to know what you think, or rather I want to know what you feel after seeing that.”
As I looked at her and searched for an answer, I saw a tear drop down from her eye onto her breast. I found that to be very sexy. Then it came to me, the answer that she wanted. I knew what I wanted to say and what she wanted to hear. I let go of my cock, got up to a sitting position, looked at her long and hard and said, “I feel sorry for you mom.”
She looked surprised. “You feel sorry for me, why?”
“Because what I saw looked very unfulfilling for you. It seemed like you were not even part of that scene; that you were there only in body and not in spirit. You were just going through the motions.”
I knew I had hit the right nerve from the look of astonishment on her face.
“It seems you only became alive when I came there. Before that you were just waiting for it to finish so you could get to other things. Even then, it was over before you even had a chance to get started.”
She started crying. Her tears just poured out and her body trembled as she tried to control the voice from shrieking out loud. I rushed to give her support and she fell into my arms.
I held her tight against me to keep her from falling to pieces. She let her emotions out as I felt my shoulder getting thoroughly wet. She cried hard. I was holding a woman who seemed very emotional and it was apparent that she had kept her emotions repressed for a very long time.
After the storm subsided, I eased my pressure on her a little and let her relax. She wiped her tears away and eased herself into me. “You know,” She said, “No one has quite grasped my situation like that before.”
“I am sorry about that,” I said as I rubbed my hand on her back.
“Why are you sorry about that?” She gave a slight laugh. I knew she was coming out of her gloom.
“Never mind. Tell me, did the shower help?”
“Yes,” She cried again. “I felt clean enough after that to face you.”
I pulled myself far enough to look into her eyes, lifted her chin up with my hand and gently kissed her on her lips. “Listen, you don’t have to worry about facing me.”
“Thanks son,” she said as she put her head on shoulder again.
I held her tight again. I knew she wanted to be held. She was not making any effort to pull away. I knew I wanted to hold her because I was feeling great at being her pillar of support. I was enjoying her warmth transferring from her breasts to my heart. I was enjoying the feel of my hands caressing her back. My strokes were long and calculated, making sure they traveled the entire length of her back, from her shoulders to her butt. I was reveling in the contrast between softness of her hard shoulders and firmness of her soft ass.
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