My Mother’s Lover

 

Credit for pool cover image on pixabay by Aleš Langer

Word count approximately 4100.

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My Mother’s Lover

Derek and I shared a bench in the front of church. Near the altar. Near the priest. Near the casket.

White roses with lots of foliage combined with a few orange gerberas to add color to the spray decorated the reddish-brown casket.

White roses, Mom’s favorite flowers.

The door at the back of the church squeaked when it closed drawing my attention away from the white wall. The white backdrop of the altar, the priest, and the casket.

I turned around to see who was late.

A tall sturdy butch woman with short dark hair wearing a black suit took a seat in the back.

My stomach churned when bile pushed up in my throat leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

What was she doing here after twenty years?

I turned back in my seat, catching the priest’s eyes on me.

I shook my head refusing to give the eulogy. Fuck the dead. They couldn’t hear me now.

My brother also refused. Derek didn’t like speaking in public. He was in IT. Tucked away in the back of an office building suited him just fine.

The memorial service was short, not even an hour.

I watched as the six pallbearers took their places next to the casket, three on each side.

The priest motioned for Derek and me to stand up. We were supposed to pace down the aisle so the bearers could follow.

Why did I need to be in front of the casket? I wasn’t on display. My mom was.

I pulled Derek’s arm. “Let’s go,” I whispered or so I thought. My voice echoed like rumbling thunder through the inside of the church building.

I shut my eyes for a millisecond, praying to whomever to split the realm I stood on in two and swallow me whole.

The priest cleared his throat. “Will everybody please stand up while they carry the casket to the hearse. There will be long stem roses in a basket. Please take one and place it on the casket if you want to pay your last respects,” he announced.

Derek and I paced down the aisle with the pallbearers carrying the casket behind us.

Just before I reached the back door, the heel of my shoe got stuck on the stupid carpet right in front of the butch woman in the black suit. I shrieked as I lost my balance. Before I could hit the floor, strong muscled arms caught me.

I looked up into a pair of golden-brown eyes.

Of course, the butch in the black suit caught me, who else.

My mom hated black. Why did she wear black to mom’s service?

We stood aside for the pallbearers to pass accompanied by Derek.

“Nice catch,” I remarked.

Why the hell did I say that? We weren’t at a cricket game.

When she smiled at me, I noticed a touch of red on her face? Was she blushing?

Hmm, nice teeth too. Oh my god, what am I thinking?

“She’s going to be cremated. You can come to my house for coffee or… something stronger.” I took the funeral letter from her hand. When I flipped it over, I tapped on my address at the bottom of it.

She nodded before I walked away.

The hearse was still outside. Maybe she was waiting for me to place a rose on top of her casket.

I looked for the basket. It stood on the grass. There were still a few roses left. I picked one up before turning to the hearse.

I smiled at the driver. He waited so patiently until everybody said farewell, goodbye, adios.

“This is goodbye, mom,” I said before tossing the white rose on top of the others.

The butch with the black suit stood behind me. Her perfume filled my nostrils. Sandalwood with a touch of musk.

Only one touch and now I recognized her fragrance?

I ignored her. Instead, I headed over to my car.

“Sis,” Derek called out. “Wait up.”

I unlocked my car while waiting for him.

He caught his breath before he announced, “I’m not coming to your house.”

I shrugged. “Whatever, Derek.”

I got into my car. He remained there until I let my window down. “What’s up with you, Derek?”

He glanced back. “Did you see the woman in the black suit in the back of the church?”

I snorted. So, he noticed her too. I could hardly believe that he remembered her. He was only ten when she left.

“Yeah, it’s her.”

He nodded before he turned away.

I watched him slouched towards his car.

Goddammit Derek, pull back your shoulders when you walk.

He got into the red Toyota double cab Dad left him. Still in mint condition.

A black Hyundai stopped next to me.

Who the fuck?

The tinted window rolled down.

I wanted to roll my eyes. It was the woman in the black suit.

“Mind if I follow you. I’m terrible with directions.”

And your timing sucked too.

I let my guard down and smiled after I agreed. “It’s not far. About four blocks from here.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t thank me yet. Hope you can keep up,” I informed her.

Like a drag racer, the tires of my car screeched when I pulled away.

I held an eye on the black Hyundai in my rearview mirror.

I smiled.

She kept up, alright.

After a few minutes, I made a sharp left into my driveway.

She pulled up millimeters from my car’s ass.

“Hey, watch it,” I exclaimed when I jumped out to check for damages.

“You drive like a maniac.”

“You kept up. Well done.” I pat her on the shoulder. A muscled shoulder.

Was she working out?

“Nice place you have here.”

Small talk.

I thanked her nevertheless.

We walked down the cobblestone pathway up to the porch.

After I unlocked the door, I invited her in. I toed my high heel pumps off chucking it out of sight. “What’s your poison?” I asked while heading over to the liquor cabinet.

“A stiff whiskey. Neat,” she replied.

As usual, I took vodka with soda and lime for myself.

A knock on the door pulled me away from my drink.

When I opened up, the caterers with arms full of containers stood on the porch.

“You are late,” I called out.

Needless apologies flooded my ears.

I showed them the kitchen. “Hurry up. The families will be here soon.”

I sighed when I returned to my drink. I gulped down half of it. “Are you single?” I asked out of the blue.

Why the fuck did I do that?

She nodded. “It’s been twenty years. I had a few flings on and off but my last serious relationship was… um… twenty years ago.”

Oh, how odd? She left my mom twenty years ago.

I poured myself another vodka. “Do you work out?”

What the hell was wrong with me?

“I do,” she snorted.

“Hm, I felt those muscles when you caught me in church when I nearly fell.”

“And you,” she asked.

“And me what? Work out?” I shook my head. “Nope, too lazy.”

“Are you single, I meant?”

“Yes, I am. Miss Right hasn’t found me, yet.”

Why were my cheeks hot all of a sudden?

“How old are you?” she asked another question.

She ought to know. I was twenty years older than the last time she saw me.

“I’m thirty-five,” I replied.

She had no clue who I was.

She gazed up at the ceiling. “Ah, I remember when I was that young.”

I played dumb. “But you can’t be much older than me?”

She chuckled. “I’m fifty. Half a bloody century.”

I know.

She was thirty when she left.

“Do you mind if I get rid of my jacket?”

I shook my head. “Of course not.”

I tried not to stare when she took off her jacket. The short sleeves of her shirt fit tightly around those bulging biceps.

“Wow, look at those muscles.”

I couldn’t keep that remark to myself, could I?

She moved the sleeve up for me to see better.

“I bet you can squeeze the living daylights out of a woman with those arms.”

Before I turned my back on her I glanced at her trousers. I bet those thighs were huge too.

I shut my eyes emptying my glass.

Why the hell was I thinking these things. I was supposed to hate her. I had to stop it. I was flirting with her. She was so fucking sexy. I would love to have those arms around me.

I poured my third drink. “You need another whiskey?” I asked.

Not knowing she stood right behind me I turned around bumping into her.

Her strong arms caught me when I lost my balance.

“Sorry, didn’t see you behind me.”

A lot of talking and laughing filled my ears.

I gasped when I noticed that the living room was full of people. When did they arrive?

“I think you need coffee and something to eat.”

I raised a brow. Since when was she my mother?

She let me sit on one of the couches before she hurried into the kitchen.

My head was spinning. Too much vodka, I suppose.

The woman in black came back with a paper plate filled with different kinds of goodies.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered the caterers to start serving food and beverages.”

“Nope, I don’t.”

What would I do without her?

I grabbed hold of my head. “I need fresh air or I need to lie down.”

She wrapped her strong arm around my waist leading me outside.

“There’s a swimming pool in the backyard with sun loungers. I need to lie down for a bit.”

I gasped aloud when she picked me up in her arms.

Oh my god, she was so strong. I wondered how these arms would feel in bed wrapped around me.

The blue water of the pool glistening as the rays of the sun fell on them.

Too bright for me at the moment.

I shut my eyes when she placed me on one of the loungers.

She pulled an umbrella closer to shade my eyes from the radiant sunlight.

“How are you feeling,” she asked placing her hand on my arm.

“The fresh air is doing me good.” Then I confessed. “I haven’t eaten all day. Those three glasses of vodka took its toll on my empty stomach.”

“Can I bring you some coffee or tea?”

I gazed up at her. “A glass of milk, please.”

She frowned. “Milk?”

“Yes, milk. That white stuff that comes out of a cow’s udder.” My guard was back up, protecting me once again.

She snorted. “No shit,” she muttered before she left.

When she returned, she had a tall glass of milk as well as another plate of food in her hands.

“Here’s your milk, freshly squeezed from a cow’s udder, and have some more to eat.”

We both burst out with laughter.

“You sure it was a cow and not a bull,” I enquired.

“Oh god. I hope it was a cow. If it was a bull, you’re drinking its cum.”

I snorted spraying a mouthful of milk over both of us. “Fuck, that’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, and my black shirt is full of white stains which looks like cum rather than milk.”

“Jump in the pool. I’m sure the stains will come out.”

“What about you? That white stains on your red outfit don’t look good either.”

I stood up from the lounger. “Maybe the water will do me good.” With that said I jumped into the pool. When I came up for air. She dived in right next to me.

She swam to the walk-in stairs. “I forgot to take off my shoes,” she called out before bursting out laughing.

While she was taking off her shoes and socks, I took off my clothes. Only my bra and panties remained.

I tossed the wet red slack suit out of the pool onto the grass.

She gasped when she noticed my bra. “What if one of your guests comes out here and sees you half-naked?”

“Let them see what they want,” I said before diving underwater.

When I emerged on the other side of the pool I turned around.

She had removed her shirt and stood in front of me in a black tank-top.

My eyes were fixed on her bare muscled shoulders and arms. “Did you remove the rest of your suit too?”

“I still have my Jockey boy-shorts on,” she replied.

“I want to see those thighs when you get out.” I flirted again.

She swam closer to me.

I moved backward until I had nowhere to go.

She pinned me against the pool wall.

Golden brown eyes gazed into my soul.

She placed her hands on the side of the pool blocking me in the middle. “What’s your deal?”

“What do you mean,” I asked.

She swung my legs around her waist. “Obviously, you want me, or something from me.”

I heaved knowing my crotch was spread wide open for taking.

“What do you want from me,” she asked before kissing my neck.

Soft whining noises escaped my mouth.

Her hands reached for my butt shoving me against her crotch. One hand moved back up sliding my bra aside exposing my pink erected nipple. She teased me by brushing her thumb over my sensitive nipple.

The noises of pleasure I uttered grew louder.

She silenced me by covering my mouth with hers.

My lips parted willingly welcoming her tongue inside my mouth.

I gasped into her mouth when her other hand moved my panties aside finding my hard clit.

I could scream with pleasure.

We kissed hard and fast, like hungry lions devouring a fresh kill.

When she pushed her fingers inside my pussy, I rode her hand while grasping onto her shoulders making loud noises of pleasure.

With one movement she lifted me out of the pool onto the side.

She removed my panties before she hooked her arms around my thighs dragging me closer to be able to bury her head between my legs.

She sucked my clit before leaving it swollen and hungry for more when she shoved her tongue into my hole. When she removed her tongue, she flattened it against my pussy sliding it up to my clit.

Her tongue stayed on my clit licking it until my body was filled with ecstasy, ready to climax.

I arched my back before my body convulsed when it reached its orgasmic state.

She dragged me back into the water, where she finger-fucked me until my body stopped jerking and the moans of pleasure died down.

While panting I dropped my head against her chest, noticing how small her breasts were.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she whispered.

I was too exhausted to make a snotty remark. But I’m sure the whole neighborhood knew I enjoyed myself.

“Oh god, yes,” I panted.

“Is that what you wanted since you saw me in church?”

“I wanted this since…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I couldn’t even remember when I began flirting with her.

“Yes, since I saw you at the memorial service,” I lied.

Why did I lie?

She kissed me again. This time with more emotion.

I reached for her crotch. She caught my hand keeping it from going further.

“Why not?” I grumbled.

“I haven’t allowed anyone to touch me in the past twenty years.” She glanced at me before she continued. “Your mother was the last one.”

My legs numbed.

She caught me when I almost went underwater.

She knew. She knew all along. She played me.

“Your face is pale,” she remarked. “I think I need to get out of the water.”

Once again, she picked me up placing me on the side of the pool before she got out too.

I stared at her. “Did you know the whole time?”

She smiled at me. “You’re the spitting image of your mother when she was in her thirties. How could I not know?” she confessed.

I sighed. “I had so many questions. So much to say to you. Now everything has changed.” I snorted. “You played me.”

She lied down next to me. “We both got what we wanted out of the situation.”

I turned on my side. “Oh, what did you want out of this?”

“To make love one last time to the only woman I ever loved.”

I scoffed “And if I didn’t look like her?”

She gazed at me. “Then I probably wouldn’t have come to your house in the first place.”

I shook my head. “You fucking bitch, or would you prefer I call you a bastard?”

She sat upright. “It takes one to know one, darling.”

“Fuck you,” I yelled before jumping up.

I only put on my panties while I left the rest of my wet clothes on the lawn.

With my arms crossed to cover my breasts, I opened the backdoor slipping through the kitchen towards my room.

When I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door shut.

Tears rolled down my face when I fell onto my bed.

I pushed my face into my pillow screaming. Letting out the hatred I had for this woman.

My eyes stayed shut when I turned my head sideways to breathe.

“Are you feeling better,” she asked while taking place on the side of my bed.

I jumped with fright. “What are you doing in my room?”

She raised her legs onto the bed. “I thought you wanted to see my thighs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I looked the other way. “I’m not interested.”

She straddled me before I could move away.

Our crotches thrust against one another.

She pulled her tank-top over her head.

Her breasts were small but the huge pink-brown nipples made up for it.

“Touch them. I know you want to.”

“You’re crazy.” My eyes were glued to her nipples. “I’d prefer to have one in my mouth.”

“Go ahead then.” She bent forward. Her breasts were millimeters from my face.

I raised my head to reach one of her nipples.

She whimpered when I took one in my mouth.

Her crotch moved, thrusting harder against me.

She placed her right leg between my legs spreading them.

Her thumbs slipped in on both sides of my panties pulling them down.

Without having to ask, she got rid of her boy-shorts.

I gasped aloud when I noticed her clean-shaven pussy.

Oh, how I loved pussy without hair.

Now, I wanted my tongue inside her folds.

“Bend your knee,” she heaved.

When I bent my knee, my thigh hit her between her legs.

She groaned with pleasure before moving her wet pussy up and down the length of my thigh. Her knee was pressing tight against my pussy.

I thrust against her knee, moving up and down with lust.

“Ah, you want some now,” she teased.

“Yes,” I huffed. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked my mother.”

She glided faster and harder against my thigh.

I wanted to touch her so badly.

My fingers grappled onto her shoulder while I kept my leg bent for her to hump it properly.

She pushed down harder and much faster until her body jerked a few times when she reached her orgasm in silence.

When she got off my thigh it glistened with her wetness.

She wiped her cum down from my thighs to my pussy before shoving her fingers into me.

“Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant,” she teased.

I smacked her against the arm. I’m sure she didn’t even feel it.

She grabbed my ankles raising my legs onto her shoulders before she shoved her crotch against mine rubbing herself against my wet pussy.

I mumbled with pleasure while our swollen clits rubbed against one another.

She let go of my legs before pushing her arms underneath my ass raising my bottom half until she managed to reach my clit with her tongue, sucking and licking it.

The way she pleasured me made me moaned louder.

I couldn’t care if the people heard me in the living room.

When I almost reached the point of no return, she flipped me onto my stomach.

“Lift your ass,” she commanded.

Bossy in bed? I loved it.

I raised my ass standing on my knees.

Her tongue entered my pussy while her thumb entertained my clit.

Then slowly, very slowly she pushed a finger into my butthole.

“Oh my… oh… that feels… awesome,” I panted.

With her thumb in my butthole and the rest of her fingers in my pussy my clit was feeling neglected. As if she read my mind, she got hold of my clit with her other hand working it with her thumb and index finger.

“I… I’m coming,” I cried out.

She flipped me onto my back in a blink of an eye, shoving her fingers inside my pussy while taking my clit in her mouth sucking it dry.

My convulsions didn’t make her stop. She just sucked harder and thrust deeper.

My body jerked.

My legs numbed.

I’ve reached my second no, third orgasm.

No matter how much I squirmed to get out from under her, or how much I grumbled, she kept on fucking me like a maniac. A nymphomaniac.

My heart hammered against my ribcage.

I panted as if I was running a marathon.

My tongue was like a piece of cork.

It was too sensitive down there to go through another orgasm.

I struggled to get words out.

I pulled a deep breath and yelled, “Alexa.”

She stopped.

“Enough… I… can’t… anymore…” I heaved.

After she removed her fingers from me, she fell onto her stomach next to me.

Exhausted.

We both huffed.

I waited until I caught my breath. “That… was extreme.”

She raised her head to look at me. “I haven’t had an orgasm in twenty years.”

My eyes enlarged. “No. You’re joking.”

She shook her head.

“You never even masturbated?”

Again, she shook her head.

I placed my hand on her back. “Today has played out so differently.”

I stared at the white ceiling. “Why did you leave my mom… us?”

Alexa turned on her side. “Your mom asked me to leave, Nikki.” Her eyes welled up. I left a few times before just to return again. Twenty years ago, I left for good. Even after I heard that your father had died five years ago, I haven’t had the urge to come back.”

“When you left, mom was unbearable to live with. She was always angry and cried a lot. She didn’t even cry at Dad’s funeral, but when you left for good, she cried as if it was a funeral.”

“I’ve asked your mother to come with me. She was always full of excuses. Then I found out that she and your father still had sex. I think that’s what made me draw the line when she told me the last time to leave and never come back.”

I covered our naked bodies with the comforter.

Both of us were staring at the ceiling.

“What now?” I asked.

Was it just a fling?

Funeral sex or…

Maybe she didn’t even want to be with her lover’s daughter.

She gazed at me. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to see you again.”

I gasped aloud. That I didn’t expect.

I didn’t want to sound too eager, so, I took a deep breath before replying. “It will be nice if we could see each other again.”

Oh my god. Of course, I would love to see her again too.

Alexa sat upright. “Do you have a dryer? I have to get my clothes dry. My flight leaves at 5 pm.”

I jump up swinging my feet off the bed. “You’re flight?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I thought…”

I thought she lived in Pretoria or near Pretoria.

“Where’s the flight’s destination?”

She gazed at me. “I live in Cape Town, Nikki.”

“But what about your car?”

She smiled. “It’s a rental.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course, it was a rental, idiot.

“Will I see you again for real?” I asked. I had to make sure.

Alexa took my hand in hers. “If you want to you can move to Cape Town. If not, I’ll fly up every weekend.”

I shook my head. “That’s going to cost you a fortune.”

“Or, I can move back here.”

I grinned. “That sounds like the better option.” I stood up from the bed. “Let’s get those wet clothes in the dryer.”

~The End~

2 comments:

  1. Dear Branka - this was an amazing piece of erotica. You write very elegantly, and it was a pleasure to read. I do hope you continue to write - you are a lady of many talents!

    Cheers,

    Chas <3

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    1. Thank you so much for the comment and the beautiful kind words, Chas ♥

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