I began by sucking on her nipples and this time I did it for a while. I remembered what she had once told me, that a mother’s tits were made for her child. As I fondled and sucked on hers, I believed that they were made for me. I tasted some sweet fluid and I left it on my tongue and took it to mom’s mouth. When she tasted it she looked at me in surprise. I said, “It’s okay mom, it’s because I do this a lot…we both used to like it.”
She smiled and said, “We still do sweetie.” It was nice to hear an endearment from her, I had missed them. I lifted her nightgown and kissed her belly down to the top of her panties to gauge her reaction. She was breathing harder and obviously didn’t want me to stop. I pulled her panties down. I licked her the way she liked; I sucked her the way she liked. She closed her eyes and gave in to it.
I used the tip of my tongue on her clit and she made some of the old noises. Her juices were flowing and she was holding my hair and sometimes pulling it as her excitement grew. That was something she hadn’t done before. It seemed as if there was newness to the experience for her. When I sucked her whole clit between my lips and massaged it with my tongue, mom started to come. It was great to hear and see her in the throes of her orgasm. She cried out and said, “Ohhhh…yeeessss…ohhhhh…..” She sighed as she finished and said, “That was so lovely dear…you must know me, don’t you, you know how to make me feel good…but I don’t remember what you like Paul.”
I said, “It doesn’t matter, you will.”
In the best of all possible worlds or in a movie, her orgasm would trigger a flood of memories and all would be as it was, but I was happy enough with the fact that she had wanted me, and spoke to me lovingly after she finished. She said, “I feel good with you Paul, and close to you; you make me feel safe.” I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to stay with her for the night, so I kissed her and got up to. She said, “NO!” in an agitated way and she pulled me back down and said, “Stay with me please, I love you, stay with me.”
I held her and said, “I’ll always stay with you love, I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about.” She slept quietly in my arms. Even though she had been upset, I was glad to see more of her emotions coming into play.
And that would be the key. In the next five days she began remembering more of the events that were tied to her emotions until she said, “When I called you my husband in the hospital, it was because you are my husband and I’m your wife, aren’t I?”
I’m not ashamed to say that my eyes filled with tears when I heard that. I held her and said, “Yes Paula you’re my wife, yes, yes you are.”
She put her hand on my cock the way I was aching for her to do and said, “Then come and be my husband.”
We kissed for a long time as we stood by the bed. I savored her mouth and tongue playing with mine. It was the same and it was different. Our hands found each others body and touched. We took off each other’s clothes. Mom’s skin seemed especially sensitive and my fingertips across her breasts and nipples sent a slight shiver down her body. I wanted her pussy. I cupped it and rubbed it and slid a finger along the folds until they split and parted. I fingered the wetness within and brought the dewy moisture between both of our lips as we kissed. Mom licked it and I told her, “That’s your love for me.”