“At first I just wanted to relieve you. You went through so much pain for us, I just had to give you something back, but I didn’t think I’d ever get another chance. But then ... you said you loved me. You still meant it for Tess, but hearing the words out of your mouth, with nobody but me around to hear them ... I realized how long it was since we said those words to each other. And how much I missed hearing them from you.”
The tone of her voice changed once again. I thought she was crying again.
“I promise you, Baby! I will do whatever it takes to get you back into our lives. Whatever you want from me, I will gladly do it for you if it means you might see me as your Mom again some day. And Baby?” she asked, caressing my cheek, and taking a stuttering breath that made it clear she was indeed crying. “I am so sorry you had to deal with Tess’ death all by yourself. I can’t even imagine how much you must’ve been hurting all that time with none of us even noticing. I will never forgive myself for not seeing that pain.”
I believed her. For now. She would have to prove this would last and wasn’t just about a temporary guilt trip. My opinion of them was so low at that point, I even thought it possible she was only doing this to keep me happy until Logan’s Bookie was taken care of. I actually half expected it all to stop again as soon as she would have confirmation of the videos being gone. But I believed her. For now. So, I pulled her tightly into me, and kissed her on the forehead.
I was so tired I could barely move and simply remained in that position for a while, with my lips pressed onto her forehead and my nose nested into her hair. Until she lifted her face, placed both her hands on my cheeks and a soft kiss directly on my lips. I hated to admit it, but I realized at that moment just how starved for affection I really was. I didn’t want to enjoy the closeness, but I couldn’t help myself. Then she moved her head back, her hands still holding my face with her right thumb gently stroking my cheek, and she spoke in that barely audible, breathy whisper again.
“My baby. Tell me what you need. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Please! I need to know if there’s some way to show you how much I really care, before the pills wear off and you go back to hating me again.”
I thought about that for a moment, but there was no doubt in my mind she would not accept most of what came to mind. Instead, it would lead to a lengthy discussion about reconciliation, and I needed sleep! I finally answered her in the same whisper, but mine was more sleepy than breathy.
“Stay.”
I was sure, if I gave her this, she would just accept it without discussion. And if I was honest, that actually was the only way they could prove their sincerity to me. By not leaving me out or pushing me away again when they didn’t need me anymore.
“You ... want me to sleep here with you, Baby?” she asked almost in wonder.
“I move a lot when I sleep alone. No one to hold me in place. Moving around hurts. Keeps waking me up.” I explained.
Again, I literally heard the smile when she answered.
“Yes, I’d love to cuddle with my baby Boy! If it’ll help you get a good rest, all the better!”
She draped herself over my uninjured side. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her face nested in the nape of my neck, her right thigh draped over my hip, and her lower right leg leading down in between my legs. I thoroughly enjoyed this sensation. She felt so soft, and warm, and that long forgotten scent of my Mom filled my nose.
Occasionally she would place soft kisses in the nape of my neck where her face rested, causing goosebumps to spread from there down my back. The minute movements of her thigh that was lying on my groin, every time she would kiss my neck, also started to have an unconscious effect on me. I was just relaxing more and more, while my dick was getting more and more tense.
Slowly, the nails of her right hand lightly scraped over my lower stomach and her thigh rubbed against my erection, pulling my shorts down in tiny increments with each stroke. Her mouth was so close to my ear, I could hear her hot breath getting faster. When she started carefully humping her crotch against my hip, the waistband was lowered far enough I could feel the dampness of her panties against my bare skin.
When she couldn’t hold back anymore, she lowered her right hand from my stomach to the waistband of my shorts, but paused there. I could feel her let out a long, wet and hot breath as she whispered directly into my ear again.
“Mhhhhh, Baby! You are so hard again. Did you get excited for your Mom?”
She pushed her fingertips into my shorts, letting them touch the tip of my dick, spreading my leaking precum over her fingers. Then she pulled her hand out again, lifted it to her mouth, and placed a wet kiss on the fingertips covered in my lubrication. She moaned before speaking again.
