Aiding Aida Ch 04 One Door Closes

Chapter 4: When One Door Closes...

In the previous chapters, our intrepid hero (me) came to the rescue of his aunt, who was struggling with her husband's sudden stroke and resulting paralysis. We grew closer than was socially acceptable. Later, I shared her "favors" with her husband; she serviced his needs while I serviced her needs. My mother found out about this fucked-up triangle; she confessed some repressed feelings for me--feelings I most definitely returned. Some weird shit happened on my 21

st

birthday, including me catching Mom fucking Uncle Frank while Aunt Ada was passed out in bed. She left before we could discuss anything that happened. That discussion couldn't be postponed forever...

The semester ended. My second year grades were good, especially in the classes within my new major. I didn't do as well in the bullshit "general education" classes but that's because I was distracted.

I was thinking about my mother, Beth, and how she had acted on the night of my 21

st

birthday. It was impossible to get that night out my mind. No matter how much sex Ada and I had, or what we did, I couldn't stop thinking about Beth.

I was infatuated, I guess you could say. I mean, I loved my mother. Of course I did! But this... all-consuming need... went way beyond that. I loved Beth the way a man loved a woman. At least, I thought I did.

We really needed to discuss our situation.

After school was over, I stayed to celebrate Ada's birthday, then drove the car to Beth's apartment for two full weeks. Ada hired a part-time caregiver for those two weeks, so I didn't feel too guilty about leaving her alone with Frank.

When I arrived at Beth's apartment, nothing seemed to have changed since Christmas. My old room looked the same. The kitchen and family room looked the same.

The only thing that changed was something that couldn't been seen.

I knew it. Beth knew it. We looked at each other for a moment, then I pulled her into my arms for a tight hug. No kissing. No touching. Just a hug to let her know that I was back home. And that I was hers for two full weeks.

We went out to dinner that night, which was an extravagance for us. Beth smiled when she said, "If I'm not paying for your room and board next year, it seems I have some extra spending money. Let's go spend it."

Two glasses of wine each. Of course, I got carded, which made Beth laugh. "I'm exactly twice your age now!"

"You don't look any different than the girls I go to school with."

"Well, I know

that's

not true!" But she blushed anyway at the compliment.

The dinner was really great. We talked about school; we talked about Beth's job. But we didn't say anything of importance. We pretended that there was no elephant in the room.

When we got back home, she poured us both another glass of wine. "I guess we need to talk," she said.

I nodded. "I think it's time."

"Right." Then there was a long, awkward pause that ended with Beth clearing her throat then drinking some more wine. "Right," she repeated.

Okay. This was going to be up to me. I could do this. After all, I had thought about little else since April. "Mom," I said. "Beth. Look at me, please."

She looked at me, holding my eyes as I reached over and put my hand on top of hers.

"It's okay, what we did that night. It's okay. I don't want to pretend that it didn't happen, because it did. And it's okay that it happened." I smiled at her. "More than okay, really. It was wonderful."

"Now you know what a slut your mother really is," she said, looking away from me, her face blushing.

"Look at me, please. I don't think you're a slut--not at all! From what I overheard, you're a woman who gave herself to a man in a moment of

his

need. A kind of selfless act, some might say."

"I sucked his dick but I was married to your father when I did so. What does that make me, Jim? An unfaithful spouse, that's what it makes me." Beth took a deep breath. "And if you heard

that,

you also heard that I

liked

it--and would I have done it again in a heartbeat. I would have cheated on my husband--your father--at the drop of a hat. That's the kind of woman I really am." She scoffed. "Hardly 'selfless'."

I shrugged. "But you didn't cheat after that, did you? I mean, were there any others?"

"No. Just Franklin. Just that one time."

"Well, there you go. Hardly a slut!"

"And then I fucked him while Adelaide was passed out... while you watched us!" She tried to smile. "You perv! You watched me fuck Frank, then you... touched me."

I shrugged again. "You needed a little help over the edge. I wanted to be there for you."

"That's

all

it was? Just 'a little help'?" Her voice was full of skepticism.

I squeezed the hand I was holding. "No. You know it was more." I tried to smile. "The truth is... I wanted it to be me you were fucking, not Frank. I wanted it to be me."

"I know, Jim." She looked away from me again. "You know what I said at Christmas. I was weak for a moment, then I tried to be strong... for

both

of us." She shook her head. "But when I saw you there in Franklin's bedroom, afterwards... after I had my orgasm... the one you helped me with. I just couldn't help myself. Your cock was sticking up and out, dripping with need. I just... I just...

I was so damn weak!

" Tears started to leak out of her eyes.

"I love you, Beth."

She turned to face me again. "I know, Jim. And I love you too."

"No." I shook my head. "I don't think you understand me. I love you the way a man loves a woman. That's why I call you 'Beth' now. Because to me, you are a woman--not my mother. You are a woman I love. A woman I want to make love to, to bring you to orgasm, just the way I did that night in Frank's room. I want to be close to you the way a man and a woman are close. Physical. Emotional. Intimate.

Everything.

"

Beth looked at me through her tears. "Once that happens, we can never go back to the way things are now. No matter what happens afterwards, we will never be just mother and son ever again."

"I know. I know this is a life-defining moment. Not just for me, but for both of us. All I can say is that I want this more than anything else I've ever wanted."

She scoffed. "But you already have Adelaide--"

I nodded. "And I'll still need to be there for her. That's not going to change. But if we give ourselves now to each other, then there won't be any other women for me. Just you and your sister. Nobody else."

Beth smiled thinly. "We're too old for you. Both of us. You need a girl your own age."

"I know you believe that to be true, just as Ada does. I've already had this discussion with her. She tried to persuade me to find a girl my own age. I told her then what I'm telling you now: maybe that will happen.

Maybe.

One day. But not until I have passed the Bar and gotten a decent job practicing my profession. Only then--and not before--will I look around for someone else." I smiled.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?"

"I am. I've never been more sure of anything else in my life."

Beth looked at me for nearly a full minute before she wiped away her tears and said, "Okay. Let's go to bed, Jim."

*****

We were in her bed, looking at each other but not touching. She wore a short nightgown that hinted at what was underneath. I had on shorts but no shirt.

Now that we were here, at this moment, we both hesitated to make the first move. Finally, Beth pulled me close to her. I could feel her breasts against my chest.

"Do you really want me the way you want Adelaide?" she asked.

I put her hand down to feel my hard cock. "What do you think?" I asked.

She nodded and pulled off her nightgown. She didn't meet my eyes but I didn't really notice because my eyes were focused elsewhere.

Mom's breasts were huge compared to Ada's. They were soft and full, with large brown areolae capped with fat nipples that stuck out when I pulled on them. The hair between her legs was just as soft and dense as Ada's, but not so neatly trimmed. Mom had a full bush that rose almost to her belly button. I longed to bury my face between her legs.

We touched each other for a very long time, exploring, before she pulled me to her, opening her legs and raising them into the air. "Take me any way you want to, Jim. I'll do anything for you.

Anything

you want. Just... don't abandon me for

her.

Please promise me you won't!"

"I'll never leave you, Beth," I said as I pushed my cock into her pussy. She was wet as hell; I slipped into her as if she was made for me. I hilted almost immediately and we both stayed still for a minute, relishing this feeling of closeness, of oneness. It had always been the two of us, alone together, against the world. Now we were one.

Beth's legs descended and locked around my upper thighs, holding me close. "Fuck me with that hard cock," she moaned. "Cum in my pussy! I want to feel you cum in me! Don't worry about birth control... I have an IUD."

Mom liked to talk dirty. Okay, then. "I want to fuck you so bad, Beth," I grunted into her ear as I plunged in and out of her body. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I love you and I will always love you. I will never leave you!

Fuck!

Your pussy is so hot and wet for me!"

"Oh, honey! I love you so much! You feel so good. You make me feel insane! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard! I'm yours forever!"

Hearing that, I couldn't hold back any longer and filled Beth's pussy with my hot cum. I came inside her explosively, the dark room fading away into gray and then to pure white light.

When it was finally over, Beth kissed my body, not neglecting my now-flaccid dick, which she cleaned thoroughly. She cleaned it so well that I was hard again before she was done. She got on her knees; I fucked her doggy-style while she held on to the headboard and her breasts jiggled back and forth. My fingers rubbed her clit until I felt her clench in orgasm and I poured myself into her once again.

*****

The next morning, I woke up later than usual. I showered and shaved. When I came downstairs Beth was sipping coffee and smiling.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she teased. "Did somebody get a workout last night?"

"It was a good warmup," I replied. "I hope to get in more exercise tonight."

"Me, too," she said with a smile.

I couldn't help myself. I bounded over to her, fell to my knees, and kissed her thoroughly. I opened her bathrobe and began to feel those amazing breasts. My lips trailed lower, seeking those beautiful nipples once again.

Beth pushed me away, smiling. "Down boy!" she said.

"Come back to bed."

"What about--"

"Nope. Come back to bed, Beth."

She put down her coffee and followed me back into her bedroom.

The first thing I did was position her on the bed and bury my face into her hairy pussy. She gasped; almost immediately her hips started to rock back against my tongue. The way I was moving into her, my nose bumped against her clit with each movement. I used every trick I knew, every technique I had perfected while eating Ada's pussy.

I was relentless.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck! This feels... fuck!... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... here it comes! Oh, fuck!" I rode her pussy with my mouth until her body finally relaxed.

Beth's legs weren't as slim as Ada's but we managed to get them over my shoulders and I plowed into her as fast as my hips could move. I lasted maybe two minutes before I came with a yell.

We held each other tightly, kissing every part of skin we could reach, as our breathing slowed.

"That wasn't much of a workout," Beth observed, smiling widely. "More of a sprint, I'd say."

"I'm just getting started," I replied.

*****

I'm not going to detail every minor aspect of those two weeks. You have an imagination: use it. I will offer that Beth's pubic hair was a complete turn-on for me. It was lush. Full. Running from just below her belly button all the way to nearly her asshole. I explored that jungle of hair as thoroughly as I could, as often as I could, during those two weeks.

During my explorations, I learned that Beth was very much multi-orgasmic when a man was eating her pussy. Or at least

this

man. She was a never-ending fountain of cum.

When I went down on Ada, I usually made Ada come once or twice--sometimes three times on rare occasions--but never more than that. Well, I don't know exactly how many times Beth came against my face when I dove into her hair-covered tunnel of warmth and wetness. She came a

lot,

I have to say. One night, I lost track at orgasm number nine. I'm not bragging here; I'm just saying.

As for me, I came inside Beth as often as I could. Which is to say, we did every position I knew and many I did not. She let herself go with me. I think it was kind of like a dam bursting after years of pressure buildup.

Yes, we did anal. Beth was willing--even eager--to have me fuck her that way. I rammed myself into her bum as hard as I could; she begged me to go harder. When I pulled on her nipples at the same time, she screamed out loud. I don't know what the neighbors thought; I most certainly didn't care.

We did sixty-nine. We did anal. We did everything,

anything

either one wanted to do. But what we mostly did was hold each other, whispering "I love you" over and over again.

That sexual fog I first encountered on my birthday, in Frank's room, returned during that time. We were both lost in it. Maybe that's why I can't recall every single moment of my two-week sexual sojourn with my mother, Beth. I have flashes of memory--still pictures of things--but no coherent memories that I could run behind my closed eyelids like a porn movie.

I have a picture of her in orgasm, her mouth wide open and eyes clenched shut, as she screamed my name. I have a picture of her ass and her lower back, the first time I plunged into her bum. I have a picture of her dark eyes looking up into mine, filled with mischief, as she deep-throated me until I filled her mouth and throat. I have pictures that fuel my dreams, but that's all they are--just pictures.

I remember the feelings as well. The explosive light and energy of my first orgasm inside of her. The way her inner muscles clenched on my cock when she came. The way she used those same muscles to bring me to orgasm; she could make me come without overt motion, simply by milking me with those inner muscles of hers. I remember how we lay together on her bed, holding each other, kissing each other as if kisses gave life. I remember spooning together afterwards, and waking up that way.

Though I can't remember Beth the way I want to--like a documentary movie, to be replayed in my mind over and over--I know that, for the rest of my life, I will remember those two weeks of summer.

Eventually, those two weeks came to a reluctant end. I packed my things. We kissed goodbye with all the passion we could muster.

"I'll miss you," Beth said, "but in a way I'm kind of glad you're leaving."

"What? Why is that?"

"Because I'm

aching,

Mister! These past two weeks have been like a honeymoon, and my body needs a rest!"

"That's funny."

"Why is that funny?"

"Because I'm kind of aching as well... but I don't want this moment to ever stop."

"Oh, Jim," she said. "I know you're going to be a great lawyer."

"Why is that?"

"Because you're full of bullshit."

"It's not bullshit," I said into her ear. "Come back to bed. Let me prove it to you."

"No! Get out of here!" Beth's voice suddenly quieted. "But when you're back in Adelaide's bed, don't forget me. Promise?"

"I promise that I will never forget you. Or these past two weeks, which have been the greatest two weeks of my life."

"Is that really true?"

"It is, Beth. And I will be back for a weekend visit just as soon as possible."

"I would love that. Just... don't forget your studies. You'll need good grades to get into a good law school."

"I know. I won't. But... if you hinted that you wanted me to, I would quit school in a minute and come back home to live with you forever."

She shook her head, smiling. "I bet you tell the same thing to my sister."

"Nope. I do not."

"Well, have a good rest of your summer, honey. Know that I love you and will be thinking of you."

"I'll try to enjoy the rest of it. But I'll miss you every single day. I'll be thinking of you every night."

"Flatterer."

"Yes. But it's also true. I'm just saying."

"Go on. Get out of here before I change my mind."

*****

The summer ended quickly. Too soon I was back at school for my third year, commuting five days a week. I did most of my homework at the library and most of my studying in my "office" at Ada's house. It was like having a job. At least, I approached it that way and my approach seemed to work out just fine.

Ada and I slept together every night. On Tuesdays, she took care of Frank's needs. On most of the other nights, she took care of my needs. Or I took care of her needs. Who can say who took care of whom?

I spoke with Beth at least three times a week. At first, it was all "I miss you so much" but, over time, we started to have longer, more in-depth conversations. She opened up about her work and we talked about school and my long-term plans. If you didn't know our real relationship, you would have thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend, or maybe two engaged people, planning out their lives together.

I managed to get back to Beth's place during the long Labor Day weekend. During those three days and nights, we didn't get out of bed except to use the bathroom or to grab a quick snack. It was glorious. What memories I have of that weekend I will keep to myself.

During my third year I kept up my exercise regimen. Weights in the garage four times a week. Long runs three times a week. Evening walks with Ada when the weather permitted. I was proud of my body the same as I was proud of my academics.

*****

There must be something about men who are taken that makes them attractive to other women. Here I was, taken by two women, working out regularly. Studious as hell. No interest in dances; no time for parties. Didn't waste time chatting with other student unless they were in my class or my study group.

Suddenly, girls started to hit on me.

At first it was so subtle I completely missed it. Asking about a homework problem. Asking for directions to the library. Asking me for advice about which professor was the best to take for a particular class. I thought it was just casual conversation. Then, when subtlety didn't work, one or two young ladies got a bit bolder. I guess they figured I needed a clue-by-four upside the head. I'm sure they were right about that.

Finally, I said "yes" to one, because she was cute and interesting, and not at all pushy. We had coffee at the student union. Her name was Ella. She was dark-haired, dark-skinned, with flashing dark eyes. She was maybe five feet two in heels. We talked about current events and I laughed at her jokes. She gave me a pity smile for some of mine. It was a good time, is what I'm saying.

When the coffee was over, she offered me her number for my phone. I hesitated.

"Uh, look Ella. I like you and all. But I'm seeing somebody right now." (Two somebodies, but she didn't need to know that.) "I'm living with my aunt, helping to take care of my uncle, who had a stroke last year. I

do

like you, but I also don't want to lead you on. I don't have room in my life for a relationship with somebody else right now. I'm sorry, but it's the truth."

She cocked her head. "You're seeing somebody? Are you seeing them like it's a casual thing, or is this a committed thing?"