Once she’d adjusted to my size, she began slowly pumping herself on me again, squeezing me rhythmically with her rectal muscles while she rocked back and forth on top of me. I reached for her delectable breasts and, remembering her earlier sensitivity, stroked her nipples with fine, feather-like strokes, making her gasp and smile as her nipples stood up stiff and proud, and noticeable darker than before, the coral pinkness now tinged a deeper red; she was becoming a mother, and the thought stiffened me even further.
Lori noticed my increased arousal, her eyes widening as I took hold even faster in her tight passage, filling her even more. The sight of her gyrating above me, the feel of her deliciously stiff nipples against my questing fingers, all combined to push me higher and higher with each passing second. Once again that flush spread down her neck and throat, telling me that my girl was close, and when she leaned down and glued her lips to mine as my hands took hold of her glorious bum, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My cock wedged tight inside her rectum as it began twitching and convulsing, hosing what felt like endless jets of boiling hot spunk deep into the heart of her as her rectum squeezed me tightly, like a hand rippling along my entire length. Lori squealed as she came hard, the feel of her cervix fluttering inside her and beating against my cock as it lay embedded in her rectal passage sending me off in another frenzied volley of spraying spunk as I came like never before, the spunk bolting out of me in what felt like a never ending series of convulsions.
At last I had no more spunk to give her, the torrent of sperm finally ending as little more than a sticky trickle as my body gave up my last reserves of semen for her. Lori slumped back down on me, her heart thundering with the force of her orgasm, and my hands just naturally dropped back down to her perfect bum, holding her against me until her storm passed and her heartbeat slowed to a more normal tempo.
As my cock relaxed, it finally slipped out of her, and I rolled over onto my side, taking her with me, so we were now lying face-to-face on our sides, my arms around her. Lori looked up into my eyes, and, somewhat blearily, grinned up at me.
“That was wonderful, Darling Boy; I knew I made the right choice! I was only kidding earlier when I said you’d abandoned me; I know you didn’t, you just had to go so you could be you, and I’m so happy you came back, even if we had to lose mom and daddy to find each other. I love you, baby, I love this baby you’ve given me, and we’re going to have lots more, here, surrounded by family, our family. She’s coming home, baby, she’s so much like mom, I feel like I’m getting mom back, I’m so happy!”
She smiled happily, more tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, tears I was happy to lick away for her, making her giggle. I went to kiss her again, but she put her finger to my lips.
“When you left, after that whole scene at Des Moines International, mom was like a zombie for weeks; every time she looked at your picture she’d start crying, and daddy was no better; he took all the pictures of you and put them in his study so mom wouldn’t have to see them all the time, then he’d shut himself away in there for hours on end, and sometimes I’d peek in and he’d be sitting there staring into space with tears running down his cheeks; they both missed you so much.”
She paused, her glorious eyes distant as she looked back over the last few months.
“I’m sorry you weren’t here when daddy died, Davey, it wasn’t your fault, you weren’t to know he had a bad heart, he never told any of us, one day he was here, the next he was gone, just like that.”
She looked deep into my eyes, and tapped me gently on the tip of my nose, a smile fluttering on her lips even as her beautiful eyes sparkled with more unshed tears.
“He was so proud of you, Davey, never forget that, proud of the fact that you’d gone out into the world to be who you were supposed to be; he admired that, he said you were just like your daddy, and he knew you’d succeed. Mom was okay with it all after a while, she even took your pictures from the study and put them back out around the house. I made a mess of it, though, Davey, I handled it really badly.”
I went to interrupt her, not really needing to know any of this now, not now that we were together, married, and starting a family, but Lori waved me back to silence.
“I need to tell you this, Davey, I should have right from the start, but I guess with the funerals, then moving to Maine, it all kinda got lost in the shuffle. So here goes. I missed you so much every day, it was like someone was boring a hole through the middle of me. Every time I saw your picture it was like another sharp little stab inside me, and it got worse every day; I never knew how much I needed you until you were gone, and when you never came back, I got angry, then angrier.”
She paused, obviously gathering her thoughts.
“It didn’t help that you were more and more gorgeous every time I saw a new picture of you, even though I always thought you were gorgeous; it all made sense to me when I saw that picture you sent daddy, of you with your rowing team at school; it all clicked into place then; I was thirteen, and I realised I was in love with my big brother, I always had been, and it repulsed me; I honestly thought I was some kind of sick pervert, to be feeling like that about my own big brother, but try as I might, I couldn’t get it to go away. Over the years, I dated, I had boyfriends, but none of them were you, and I couldn’t bring myself to try and pretend any of them was you. When you finally did come home, and I met you at the airport, twenty-four years old and already a qualified doctor, you looked so lost, so apprehensive, so scared, but so damned beautiful, all I wanted to do was kiss you madly and tell you how I felt, but that guilt was still there, and all that anger, too.”
She stopped to wipe her eyes and kiss me gently,
“Mom knew, or guessed, how I felt, she even sat down with me once and tried to talk to me about it, and I didn’t want to listen to what she had to say, but she told me anyway. She said that these things have a way of working themselves out, and that whatever happened, she’d always be there for me. That was the end of the conversation, but I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t think mom would have been an enemy, you know what I mean?”
She smiled gently, a faraway expression on her face.
“And now Sophie’s dropped into the picture, and she’s so much like mom, the way she thinks, the way she expresses herself, I really do feel like mom’s come back. Now it feels like I’m getting a second chance to share with her what she wanted most of all; for me to be happy. Mom died knowing how unhappy I was, and she couldn’t do anything about it, and I will carry that guilt around forever, that I wouldn’t let her in far enough to try and help me, because I was still ashamed of how I felt about you.
She paused to knuckle her eyes, before continuing.
“All that time we spent at the house in Bar Harbor, before that night, all that crying I was doing, most of it was me crying over you as I convinced myself that I was never going to have what I wanted most of all; to be owned and wanted by you the way the way I wanted to own you, to have your heart for myself forever. I just wanted you to know all this Davey, I need you to know that you were always the only man I ever wanted, that it was you that healed that great big wound in my heart, and that I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old.”
Two tears escaped and ran down her cheeks, tears I gladly wiped away for her. Lori reached up and gently tapped the end of my chin.
“I was always yours, Darling Boy, but getting you to see that was the hardest thing I ever did in my life; stripping off and seducing you didn’t come easy, but I guess I thought if I didn’t do it while I had you to myself, eventually you’d leave and I’d be stuck in limbo forever, pining for you, and unable to want anyone else.”
She paused, another tear slowly running down her cheek.
“All those things we did, all the stuff I did with you, it was the first time for me; I only knew how to do what we did from watching porn movies with my girlfriends. You were my first, Davey, I only ever wanted you, and there was no-one else I was ever going to be with, only you.
I looked at her in consternation; I’d taken her virginity! How could I have been so crass? I’d just assumed she was… experienced, that was the impression she gave me…
“Baby-girl, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” I began, but she cut me off.
“You weren’t supposed to know, baby, that was the whole point; I hoped you’d think I was looking for fun only, and you’d have no guilt when you left me again, and hopefully I’d be pregnant. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with me, I never seriously planned for that to happen, I never thought it could, even though I’d been hoping for that very thing since I was thirteen years old!”