I was not sure whether I would enjoy eating another woman. My primary objective was to realize how my son would feel on me. The first few tentative jabs changed everything. I was hooked. It proved to be the most heavenly experience one can ever have. The mouth watering taste on the nectar she yielded itself was more than a reward for my ministrations. It is true that the honey a woman produces in the height of love is really delicious. The intimacy and soul to soul link thereof cannot be experienced in any other situation. When a woman opens up her holiest of the holy into the loving mouth of a trustful partner, she is expressing her absolute trust in him or her. This is the most exquisite moment of union, the oblivious moment when everything else fades into impertinence.
The climax that I lovingly built up in her was moderately strong for an amateur. Of course she had had few orgasms in the previous night.
‘That was very cute of you,’ she said with grateful tears once her passions had subsided.
‘I am happy that I could do that to you,’ I said demurely.
‘This is the most treasured luxury I ever had. For long long years I have fantasized on you. In every woman I had an affair with, I tried to find you, your tits, your nectar, your lips and your love.’
‘I don’t consider me to be a lesbian.’
‘Who said you are. This is an expression of ultimate love. We do not have to brand it. Your real man is very close to you. Only give him the right signal. He may not take the initiative, he is so gentle. Your body, mind and biological cycle need his ministrations. With his care your periods will not be as troublesome as they are now.’
‘I know dear, I know,’ I said softly.
‘Please do not monopolize him. I may need him from time to time.’
‘Of course. He is yours too. Have him whenever you need him. At least for three days in a month I will be off with my menstruation and you can have him all to yourself during those days.’
She laughed mysteriously, ‘You will be proved wrong Alice, very wrong. We have to come out of the old mindset.’
I did not understand what she meant by that but I did not insist on an explanation.
‘I don’t know how to take the initiative with my son.’
‘Your desire will show you the way. Just let go. Just open your heavenly breasts, for example, and offer to him and the rest will happen naturally.’
I felt relaxed and well cared for.
Nothing much happened during the days that followed. We kissed passionately and at night he could feed on the honey I happened to deposit on the gusset. We would feed each other and lick each others’ fingers with an exquisite abandon.
The real chance smiled on me shortly. He had to go to Cochin City to take the entrance examination. I offered to accompany him and check into a hotel for the night. He was all too happy to have me with him. I was excited like a school girl. We sat together in the city bound bus, our thighs embracing and enjoying each other, my anxious breast occasionally gracing over his back, our hands holding each other.