It all started with the invitation in the mail. It changed my mother's life and then mine as well.
Dad had been dead for a year and I knew Mom was lonely. I tried to talk to her once a week and see her every couple of months but she was so far away and it was hard.
The invitation read:
You are cordially invited to the joining of Ms. Elizabeth Barney and Ms. Amy Stone on June 8th at two p.m. at the Willows Inn, Hampton New Jersey. Lunch to follow.
The picture of my mother in some woman's arms naked was almost too much to bear. How could she? Why would she? That other woman had to be a crook someone looking to steal my mother's inheritance from my father. I booked the next flight home.
They met me at the airport. I guess my mother figured that there would be less yelling in public. I had to admit Amy as she asked me to call her looked just like another mother. I found out that she had three children who had disowned her after she broke the news that she was in love with my mother.
All Mom and I had were each other. We talked all night and into the morning. I had tried alternate sex in collage understood the lure of a woman but couldn't picture my mother, the companion of my father for over forty years in that light. She explained to me, she had always been gay only toward the end of their lives had she learned to appreciate males as well.
Amy was for her a second chance, a way to connect with who and what she really was, she wanted to be loved, and she wanted to be part of a loving couple.
I told Amy I was sorry for her children to lose a loving mother over such a silly thing as sex. I wouldn't do that to either one and so would be proud to be their witness at their ceremony of togetherness.
Happily, they prepared to become a couple being denied the advantages of society's marriage. They showed me their rings and explained they were selling both houses and buying a condominium so, they could travel. They also told me both had prepared wills so that their children wouldn't suffer. It seemed Amy was richer than my mother was.
I tried calling her children but they wouldn't listen. It was a beautiful ceremony and I took many pictures. I went back to the house as they left on their honeymoon. I told them I really didn't want the details and we all laughed.
That night the house seemed strangely silent and empty. There was a sharp knock on the door and going to answer it I found my old high school boyfriend, the one Mom had always called the bad biker.
He was it turned out unmarried and Mom had looked him up and made him promise to take me out for dinner after they left.
Mitch had always been good looking now he was devastating. Tall, silver hair, physically well taken care of, and the same long gentle sculpture hands that I remembered as he framed my face with them and kissed me weak kneed.
"Hi Red", he laughed. "I like the way you turned out too. Ever think we would meet again like this?" I shook my head no his hand found its way down my back and cupped my ass pulling me into his body till we were molded so tight we looked like one.
I invited him in for coffee. He turned me slowly around and whistled "Any man in your life your mother didn't say".
I mentally went over the three serious relationships in my life and laughed "nope just me and the regulation cat. This one is named Bastard." He laughed so hard. Recuperated he said, "I see" and then added "I have a dog named Bitch". This time it was my turn to laugh.
We had wine instead of coffee two bottles of it talking over our high school days and the people we had kept in touch with through out the years.
We finally ordered dinner in as neither of us was in condition to drive.
I admitted to him that at thirty-five with two failed relationships behind me most of the trouble usually was nobody ever made me feel as well cared for and loved as I had been so many years ago with him.
He in turn confessed that one bad marriage and two failed long term relationships had taught him that the woman he reached for in the middle of the night was me. It was a revelation to both of us.
"You know Red, your mom apologized to me when she called. She said that she had denied her deepest wishes for years and she didn't want to have that happen to you." She said she knew I was different but that different was what you needed."
Intrigued, that my mother would say such a thing I looked at him for an explanation.
"Red do you remember some of the games we played, the ones that finally drove you away cause I was young and stupid and you needed someone strong enough to make you feel secure? I'm not young and stupid anymore Red and until you tell me to stop I am going to show you what and who you really are and what you long for in your heart."
"Undress now. He suddenly demanded." I found myself taking off my clothes without a second thought somehow being naked for him and with him seemed right.
He smiled and kissed me gently on the lips as he reached for my arms telling me what a good girl I was as he took his tie off and tied my arms behind my back very securely.
"How does that make you feel Red?" I could hardly look him in the eye, softly barely loud enough to be heard I said "Safe".
"Good" and he pushed my feet apart. Suddenly his hands were everywhere on me. Gently he went over every part of my body slowly and carefully not missing an inch. My flesh quivered under his fingers. He even included both inside my mouth and my ears. When he was finished he praised me for patience and obedience and pronounced me perfect except for needing to shave my female mound, as he preferred bare.
I suppose I should have yelled at him for the liberties, threw him out my door but the only thing I could think of was I was to drunk to shave for him. I didn't realize I had said it aloud until he laughed.
He walked me to a high-backed chair and pushed me over it. My breasts hung down the front and my arse was lifted high in the back. I felt his hot breath before I did his wet tongue. He was kissing and teasing me and it felt so good all I could do was moan and whisper "please".
"Please what Red, I heard him ask. " Please make me come, it's been so long" I whimpered in my need.
He laughed and softly spanked my arse, as he replied " I intend to do just that until you are begging me to stop."
The warmth of his erotic spanks added to his tongue sent me spiraling into the stars, and he changed tactics and slowly pushed two fingers into my pleasure center and curving them carefully massaged my "g" spot sending me spiraling into the heavens again. Then just as I was cresting and returning to reality he inserted his thumb into an arse that had never had anything but what god intended in it and I was off again. He was right I ended up almost comatose from the pleasure begging him to stop.
"Soon" I heard him whisper and then felt him push into my so wet and so ready center of pleasure. He filled me just as perfectly as I had always remembered, like he was the missing part of a jigsaw puzzle. When he took his pleasure and his cream overflowed my passageway trickling down my legs I could only cry. "This is how I remembered sex should be."
I must have passed out because I came to with a blanket wrapped around me cuddled in his arms. He was gently smoothing my now wild hair with long even strokes of the brush.
"He felt me awaken and said. "I remember doing this for hours when we were together." I smiled "You did you loved my hair and always threatened to paddle me if I cut it.
"I still would" he smiled into my eyes. Now if you don't want to answer the door naked, you have better put a robe on." Seems Mitch had ordered dinner while I was resting.
I hadn't known I wanted Chinese, because of the calories I hardly ever ate it anymore which I guess made the sweet and sour shrimp that much better, the ribs that much tastier and the fortune cookie that much more true. Course having it fed to you makes anything taste sweet.
