Her Mothers Pussy Part 5

Her Mothers Pussy Part 5




What is the meaning of this, Mother? Rose asked apprehensively.

Darling, I was totally wrong about this man. He IS wonderful and I understand your attraction to him. Rose relaxed. And he is so clever. He says that it may take a while to get my finances in order. And there is an old tax liability that needs urgent attention, a bit tricky. Rose is now uneasy I really need him to stay here for a few weeks to get some things straightened out.

You want to fuck him, don't you Mother

Darling, that's not what I meant, it just that?

You want to fuck my man, don't you, Mother?

Yes she admitted. He has everything. Looks, intelligence and I can tell he really likes making a woman happy. You'll have my blessing.

So, you'll give us your blessing if I lend you James to fuck? Rose spoke evenly, coldly, making it sound as mercifully as possible.

Don't say it like that, Rose saying he's perfect. I want him. I haven't met a man like him since your father! Mother began to cry.

You won't feed on James will you Mother.

Oh, Rose, oh Rose! Thank you, Thank you!

It wasn't the sex Rose missed so much. She stayed busy. She exercised a lot. She ran down three sets of heavy duty batteries for her vibrator. The orgasms were hard and momentarily satisfying. Her pussy was too dumb to know that hard plastic is not the same as a hard dick, James's dick. But SHE knew. She missed feeling strong arms around her after she'd climaxed, soft lips on her breasts, fingers other than her own making squishy noises in her cunt, falling asleep with her head on his chest, waking up beside a man who adored her. A week turned to two and three weeks seemed like an eternity.

Rose didn't want to believe her mother would keep James, yet the niggling fear was there. Her mother was ruled by passions and her powers still exceeded Rose's. Mother could make James forget her. Would she? Could she live without him? This was the day she would find out.

It was almost dark when Rose heard the sounds of an unfamiliar car, still miles distant, approaching. Her heart sang when she perceived James was in it. Long minutes later she watched as a Washington DC taxi pulling into the driveway. She saw James get out unsteadily. She knew the driver would have no memory of this strange fare, though she was sure Mother had paid him generously for the service. James almost stumbled into the large house with little consciousness of where he was. Imagining what Mother had put him through for these weeks, Rose held back her urge to throw herself on him, and led him to bed – alone. As she undressed him, putting him to sleep with a quick hand job, she found the letter.

Dearest Rose,

A few months ago I wrote you a terrible letter. I called you a foolish adolescent. I said I could not understand or approve of your relation with James. I sneered at the word LOVE. I was wrong on every count. It was I who was foolish and you who are wise. I thought I understood your attraction to James when you visited me. Yes, I envied you for his intelligence and good looks and stamina and skill and willingness in pleasuring a woman. I looked forward to enjoying him while he worked on my finances. Again I was wrong. He was completely happy to be doing a favor for your mother and his charm did not diminish, but that was it. He was uneducable. I flashed him and I drugged him. When he was unconscious I could get his penis hard enough to perform sex upon him. I could not get him to fuck me. I cried in frustration and envy of you.

At last I hit on a solution and was able to have sex God what sex with him, but the stratagem took away all the joy. Since he would not fuck ME, I made him believe I was YOU, visiting for a night. Thus his fierce will, his loyalty to you, was subverted. In that state he would fuck me and eat me and cuddle me, but my heart ached as he kissed me tenderly and told me how much he loved YOU. I didn't know or had forgotten that a man could love a woman as James does you. He is yours, darling, in spirit, heart, mind, and only therefore, in body.

You have my blessing in whatever you and he may decide, though what need you have of my blessing I do not know. You and James are blessed by your love. And I was blessed by having seen and felt it as through a very clear but impenetrable glass. Perhaps now I, too, can again believe in love. Jesse has been TELLING me he loves me, but I paid no attention. I do not know if it's true, but now I know it is possible.

Your very chastened,

Mother,

Rose re-read the letter, crying almost as much the second time as the first. She knew how hard it was for Mother to admit she was wrong and had been wrong, quite literally, for centuries. She cried for Mother's wasted years, she cried for the renewal of hope, and she cried with joy for herself and gratitude for James.

To be continued

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