My mother came in my mouth as I sucked her and I was unrelenting when she finished. She wanted me to hold her, and come to her, but I couldn’t stop. I kept up the massaging and licking of her vagina and hood and clit until she couldn’t take it anymore and came again.
The third time she came, she covered her face with the pillow and screamed into it. I had licked her clit directly with a single persistent up and down motion that was relentless. After that, she lay splayed and exhausted. I went up to her and said, “I have to go now, but I love you Carolyn lee, I love you, I love you.” I kissed her mouth and didn’t let her speak. I could have made love to her all night, but I wanted our beginning to be only a memory of my pleasuring her.
During the next days, the ‘Exchange’ took place. Aunt Carol went to stay with her daughter in the house and I moved back into the inn, into her apartment. I thought I would really be spending the time at my mother’s, but that wasn’t to be. For the life of me I couldn’t understand it, but mom kept saying, “You’re married,” and that was the end of it. She wasn’t letting me near her while she felt there was a chance Carol and I would get back together.
Months later, when the legal wrangling was over, we sold our part of the inn to them. I gave Carol the house even though the lawyer said I didn’t have to. It was a great relief to me when I heard that she had started dating.
Mom and looked for another business and found a small complex of beach apartments in Jacksonville that we bought with our share from the inn. The day the divorce became final was the last day mom and I would spend at the inn.
That night my mother and I shared champagne in her apartment and there was no resistance when I kissed her. There was no resistance when I touched her. I put my hand in her blouse and fondled her as we kissed. I lifted off her top and she reached behind to unhook her bra. Her full breasts came free and I looked at them and said, “Carolyn Lee, you are unbelievable.” Her happy smile warmed me.
Her nipples and areolas were dark and stood out. It made her breasts look even bigger than they did with her bra on. I took one in my hand and kissed the top. I kissed the soft bulge on the side and was struck at how soft the flesh was on my lips. As I came closer to her nipple, I could hear my mother drawing deeper breaths. Finally I took the hardened tip between my lips and drew on it. When the whole areola was in my mouth, I licked and flicked it with my tongue and mom began to writhe.
I was so relieved to finally have her in my hands and be free of the past. I said, “Mom, we’re finally here, we went from you loving me, to hating me, to wanting me to, stopping me…and it’s finally over isn’t it? We’re going to be together now aren’t we?
“Yes baby,” she said. “But I never hated you sweetheart. It was just so hard for me after your father died and then you grew up to look so much like him.” She urged me back to her breast and I sucked on her nipples again, getting harder and harder as I caressed my mother’s ample flesh. She held my head and said, “I guess I was angry at you for not being him and probably angry with myself for naming you after him because I had to hear his name all the time. Whenever I looked at you, I saw him. I’m so sorry baby if I treated you badly. I just needed him so much…for everything.”