“Sorry, girl, I really do have to go, or my Marine son will smash down the door! I’ll call you, promise!”
On a last look at herself in the mirror, and in the grip of anticipation that seeing him again had aroused in her, she was gone.
♥
“At last, you’re really here! I can kiss and hold you…you’re not a face on a Zoom call anymore!” Gabi let him enter the house, soon closed the door and flung her arms about his neck, kissed his face and met a moment’s look of his eyes over her. “Yes, I dressed up…came home early from work…didn’t want to be late for you, darlin’…”
“I wondered how you’d look…if you’d wear the dress from that last night before I went away…” He stood before her as his bag fell to the floor with a thud. Oscar brushed his fingers over Gabi’s face, touched her trembling lips. “It was difficult for me too….no let up from anything. There were times I wondered what I was doin’ there…no release for how I felt or was goin’ through.”
“But you’ve changed…look so lean and strong.” She sensed it in all of him, his broad shoulders, his body narrowing to the waist, the strength in his arms, his biceps hard. She felt that as her hands gripped his arms and Oscar drew her to him once more. “It’s sounds crazy, I know…but I don’t want to let you go. Make me believe you’re really here…please?”
He knew her not to be the needy sort, far from it, but where it concerned him they lived out their lives quite differently. In their early calls she had confessed to the turmoil that being together in tempestuous ways had aroused, the sense of raging guilt that she had persuaded him to concede and before he had lost himself in her. Once dismay, and inhibitions, had fallen away everything they had shared had become consensual but taboo.
“I sure am glad…feel it in my blood, mom…again.”
“Gabi…I’m Gabi…I became Gabi after that last night together and before you left me.”
“You know why…why it was right that I left you. I’ll always come back…as I know that the door’s always open.”
“Even after all that we did together…it was a crazy time?”
“Yes…even after those moments.”
They fell into a tightening embrace as he answered her, as they kissed and held each other so close. He clutched her hips. She would feel his state of arousal against her belly. Gabi clung to him as best she could, looked up at Oscar and understood what was at work in him.
“Darlin’…you…you want me to…again?”
Gabi remembered, felt the ache of a destructive longing as she recalled his last night with her, of them meeting in the hall outside their rooms, his hugs of consolation for the upset he was causing her soon giving way to embraces, questing caresses, and of finally being impaled on her boy’s long bloated prick and losing it completely with him. Idle talk with Elena had become ragingly real, even if it was her son who sought it of her.
“Let me….let me,” he murmured, pressing his face to her breasts, felt Gabi’s hands on his head as she kept him to her, “let me find out where you’ve put your perfume?”
♥
All that she and Elena had teased and joshed each other about, laughed at the idea of it, had again been made lovingly and passionately real, her body gloried in as Oscar caressed and kissed, sucked and clamped his lips to her skin, to her thighs and the soft swell of her belly, to her breasts, his wayward sucks those of a lover and not the boy she had nurtured, all of them a prelude to him being taken inside her body, to feel the deep and tamping rhythm that he sought from her and that she craved. It had never spoken of, not even with her closest and trusted friend. Incest was taboo, you never spoke of it, although it happened more often than folks dared to realise. She’d always been so close to Oscar, denied him nothing in her motherly loving and care, but she could not fully explain just how she had gotten to this place, where they both were, again.
“I should stop you…make enough of you just being home again with me…to feel you close but no more!”
In thrall to him, it had again become depraved and destructive behaviour, what she had hoped for and talked of with Elena, in the abstract, made ragingly real once more. She offered a lingering caress to his skin as he left her bed, the flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder close overhead, and the blustery wind battering the window.
“It sure is stormy out there,” he laughed softly, looking out through the net curtains as the rain lashed the glass and blotted out the view. “I’ve worked out in that until I looked like a swamp animal…covered in mud!”
His laugh was infectious, her boy like she had never seen him before, confident and only too self-assured in his claims upon her. Gabi held out her arms to him as he returned to her bed and leant over her, looked down at her naked body, the splay of her breasts and how she brushed fingers over the mat of hair on her mound. He joined her in doing that, tugged gently on her hard nipples with his lips. Her boy had become someone else, and she was behaving in her own complicit ways.
“I wondered about this you know?” he said in a husky voice, locking eyes with her as he said it, a hand again brushing over the skin of a passionate woman. “It was comfort for you then…now it’s become something else. I won’t force myself on you…I would never do that.”
“Come back to me!” she gasped, squirming under his touches to where she had taken him, holding his head as Oscar knelt on the bed beside her and bent down to kiss and lick her out, to have her taste what they had shared a few moments ago on his lips. He did so shamelessly, again and again.
“Like this…come back to you like this?” His breaths were on her mouth as he moved to settle between her legs, pushed her aching thighs apart before he slowly entered her slicked heat, all thoughts of restraint soon dispelled on feeling the clamp of her hands on him, as they again sought a wild union of their bodies.
“Yes, like this! I have you back with me…know it’s so wrong, but I’ll never know when you’ll be back again…and you’ll end the emptiness of my life!”
She wanted to fuck and wanted to do that with him. Anything could happen to him, at any time, and in any place. She wanted to blot that all out and do it with the young man for whom she felt a raging devotion, futile as it was to think their affair could continue. She’d been wrecked by being abandoned by her boy’s father, trusted few men she dated as she sought to recover the balance in her life. Eventually, their reckless and unrestrained passion would ebb away, and she and Oscar would live on, only differently. There was no turning back, just as there had not been when it had happened the first time, only now it felt so different. Then, it had felt like a mistake and not to be repeated.
Oscar groaned as her wrenching claims brought him on once more, her lustful energy defying what he had shared during that last night with her many months ago.
“You…you feel so wonderful!”
“It’s like that for me too, darlin’…but how can we keep this a secret?”