Our story thus far: As I young college student I had been"lured" downstairs by a British single mom who lived in the apartment below me. She had expressed an interest in me, and I had reciprocated. Unfortunately our noisy lovemaking had awakened her son who was sleeping in the apartment's only bedroom. This installment concludes the story that began in Knock Three Times, and continued in All About The O.
The crying had stopped only to be replaced by soft cooing sounds. I walked quietly over to the bedroom door and looked in. Sharon hadn't turned the light on when she entered the room. Now by the half light filtering in from the kitchen, she was patiently pacing the floor with her son in her arms gently murmuring words of comfort to coax her child back to sleep.
"What's his name?" I asked from the door.
"Jared." She smiled.
She gave me a quick nod of her head to let me know it was okay for me to enter the bedroom. Smarter people than I have written about the bond between a mother and child, and, being a science major, I hadn't read any of it. But it didn't matter. That night the primeval maternal bond was nearly tangible – I could tell she was choosing to share a very important part of her life with me.
All babies are beautiful and Jared was no exception. As I joined her at the far end of the bedroom, I could see that the little fellow had just about fallen back to sleep. Sharon laid him gently back into his crib. She then discarded her blouse, the only piece of clothing she had on and placed it in the laundry basket near the closet.
She was gorgeously naked. The shaft of light from the half opened door, teased me with a tantalizing mix of light, skin and shadow. Lying down on the neatly made bed, Sharon motioned me to join her. I removed my clothing and climbed onto the bed.
Naked in the darkness and face to face, an awkward silence developed between us. I wanted to make love to her. God! I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body surrounding and stoking my rock hard cock. But I had the feeling that there was more at stake here - more than just sex. I didn't just want to know her body, I wanted to know her.
"Who's Jared's father?"
"A stupid git."
I raised an eyebrow and gave her a look to let her know she wasn't going to get off that easily.
"It was at a party. I was drunk and lonely. He was drunk and horny. We made the perfect couple" She said without a hint of apology.
"One thing led to another", Sharon giggled self-consciously. "Well, when we finally sobered up we realized we couldn't stand each other. By that time I was 'in a family way' as the old saying goes. Oh, he offered to pay for an abortion. Quite the gentleman he was, But I turned him down flat. I believe in a Woman's Right to Choose and I chose life for my baby." She looked over at the crib against the wall. "Could you do otherwise?"
"No, No I couldn't." I said.
I furrowed my brow.
"What about me? Aren't you afraid I'll turn out to be a stupid 'git'"?
