Our pace quickened and our bodies started to glisten with sweat from our movements. We fucked as if our bodies were wired for one another. After a while, I started to get a little light-headed and knew that I was close to climaxing. I looked down at her and uttered, “I’m gonna cum.”
Right then, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled “Yes, baby! Do it!”
No sooner had those words left her mouth than I pushed one final time into her and exploded deep inside of her. Her legs held me inside her and she giggled when she felt each new jet of cum coat the inside of her warm, wet pussy.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us exhausted and spent. I rolled off her body, and we both just lay next to one another catching our breath. I’m not sure how on earth it happened, but I fell asleep before I even knew what had hit me. Maybe it was the jet lag, or maybe it was the fact that I had just had the best fuck of my life. Either way, I was a content sleeper that night.
I woke around 9 a.m. the next morning in an empty bed. In the new light of day, I wasn’t quite sure what to think about the night before. I didn’t necessarily regret it, but I wasn’t sure what to think about it either.
There was a note on my mother’s pillow that said, “Got hungry. Went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.” I jumped in the shower quickly, got dressed and went down to meet her. To say I was famished would be an understatement. I saw her sitting at a corner table drinking coffee and looking at a newspaper.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” she teased. “You hungry?”
I returned her greeting, waved to the waiter for some coffee, and took a big breath.
“Is everything alright,” she asked.
I waited until the waiter filled my cup and left before saying “I’m fine. It’s just…um…”
I was stuttering like a fool and I knew it. I finally just stopped, looked her straight in the eye, and said, “Don’t be mad, but I’m not sure how to feel about what happened last night?”
The smile left my mother’s face and was replaced by a serious look.
“Matthew,” she said. “I understand what you’re feeling. Trust me, I was wondering the same thing too. But what happened last night, I needed that. I needed you. I understand if you regret it, but I don’t. It meant so much to me.”
I noticed her eyes were starting to water, so I took her hand to calm her.
“It meant a lot to me, too,” I said. “I just didn’t want you to think less of me. Do you understand that?”
“I do,” she said. “It’s not your everyday situation, but I don’t want to spend another minute living life the way others want me to.”
I smiled at her while we held hands across the table. She then gathered herself, smiled and said, “And by the way, I think it’s time you start calling me Lisa. I think last night earned you that right.”
“Lisa it is,” I chuckled.
Who was this woman? It wasn’t the same woman who raised me. Whoever it was, I wanted to be with her more than anything else.
With that conversation out of the way, we went about the rest of our day like typical tourists. I wasn’t sure where we stood on what could or should come in the future, but I didn’t care at the moment. We had so much fun going to museums, visiting various sites and just being with one another.