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Heavenly Love Ch. 01

By: hot-male775



My first series Buttonnose was more than fulfilling when i wrote it. With all the positive feedback and comments I had for it, some have especially touched my heart due to their sincere appreciation they voiced to me. This new series I am submitting is a 'Thank you' for all those who have enjoyed my earlier work. As usual your feedbacks and comments are most welcome. Since I was uncertain about the anonymity of certain emails, i chose not to respond. But be assured, your positive comments meant a lot to me. 

I don't know how long this series is going to be, or how it will shape itself as i go along. So ideas and thoughts are welcome especially from moms and older women who had enjoyed my Buttonnose series and written to me. Do let me know if you wish a reply when you send your emails. Discretion will be respected. I have completed a few chapters but I am still editing them. Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i have enjoyed writing it.

For those who had commented about my writing style I would like to say, art is neither right or wrong. It is just art. So if some people fail to understand the perspectives of certain forms of art, it is not the artist to be corrected. I believe this forum is for the imaginative soul.

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The wonder years

After the summer had ended, I was on my way back to live with my dad. The two months I had spent what my mom had been memorable. As usual Mom had made sure we had a good time. But this time there was something more that was warming my heart. For the first time ever since my parents had separated and this arrangement was made, mom had brought the topic of how she missed me for the rest of the time during the year when I was not around. After my parents divorced, it was arranged that I complete my schooling with my dad who had agreed to pay for it on the condition that I live with him. Mom has always been very hurt with his cunning act. Since she had given up her career to look after me, after the divorce she was not in the position to fund my schooling or look after me. My dad had used that as a trick to put extreme emotional pressure on mom and claim my custody and so it had been arranged 'for my benefit' that I would spend my holidays with mom and live with dad. That was when I was about 13. Till then my memories about a happy family are fuzzy. Mom used to be there for me. I guess that was the only sweet part. The few things I do remember are the rows my parents had at times. 

These past few years have been weird if that's the appropriate word. Dad had been seeing someone in the last two years and I had felt upset about it. I had told my mom about it and she had not said anything. 

But this time around during my visit, she said to me, "You are 18 now. You can choose where you wish to live. I am slowly managing to make a living for myself with the new job I have got. If your dad pays for part of your college, I don't think it should be a problem for you to live with me." 

"Do you think dad will be ok with that?" I asked with hesitation.

"Do you want to live with me?"

"Yes. I like it with you now. We have such a good time." I smiled.

"Then it is not up to him anymore. You are old enough to make your decision."

"I would love to be with you, mom."

"I would love to have you with me. I miss you so much when you are gone."

Her eyes had the warmth to melt my heart. The wetness in the eyes was more tender than the rose petals. 

"I will speak with him when I go back this time."

That is what I had been going over my mind for the length of the journey back home – the good time I had spent with mom. She had always made me feel special. After the divorce, she had been hurt and had withdrawn too much. It was only my visits in the holidays that she looked forward. Every time it had been a time to treasure.

When I got home, a few days after I had settled in, I broke the news to dad. He was very upset at first. Then he started arguing with me. Then he said, "Did your mom put you through this? Did she tell you things?"

"No. It is nothing to do with her." I said to him in a strong voice trying to defend mom. "I want to live with her. It is my life now and I don't feel comfortable living here."

"Did Stacey say anything to you?" Stacey was his new girlfriend. They were planning to get engaged soon.

"No. It is not that. But now that she is here, I want to live with mom. I don't see why I can't." 

Dad was silent and said, "Lets deal with it later sometime. You need to sleep now. You must be tired."

At night I lay in bed staring in the dark room at the ceiling. My eyes partly closed, my mind wandering around with mom. I was going through the last day I spent with her on the beach. She had arranged a holiday for me at a holiday resort. It had been magical to be with mom this time around. I wasn't sure what it was that made it so good. I didn't know why I felt it more pleasurable this time around compared to all those few years before. There was something special that I had felt this time. May be I was just growing up and becoming more aware of my emotions. I certainly had never felt like this before. 

A few weeks later, I got a call from mom. She was sobbing.

"I miss you very much."

"I will be there soon for the Christmas mom." I tried consoling her.

"I don't wish to get cross with your dad but I miss you too much."

"Did you speak to your dad about living with me?"

"Yes I have spoken to him. He doesn't like it but I think he knows there is no choice."

"Yes, he did seem upset."

"Did he speak to you?"

Mom was quiet for a while. 

"He didn't call you did he?"

"er, no, no.. he didn't."

"He has hasn't he? What did he say to you? Tell me." I got really upset. I knew something was up. 

"Nothing. He said nothing."

"Mom don't lie to me. I need to know the truth."

"I don't want to loose you my love. I cant live without you." My mom kept sobbing on the phone. 

"Did he threaten you?" My dad had always overpowered my mom in such matters. 

"No. no." 

"Mom tell me the truth or else I will not be very pleased with you." I said firmly

"He just said that I had brain washed you. I denied it. You know I haven't said anything like that. All I had asked for is for you to consider living with me."

"Mom. Just stop crying for now. I promise you, you will have me there next year."

There was a moment of silence. The sobbing has suddenly stopped.

"What are you saying?" my mom said in a slow voice.

"I wont tell you anything now. Just wait till I get there for Christmas. Can you do that for me?"

"You know I will do anything for you."

"Then just hold on a few more months. How are you anyway?"

"I miss you dear, just as always."

I could feel her heart warming already.

"I miss you too, mom. I got to go now. I will try to call you later during the weekend. Ok?"

"Ok honey. Talk to you later. Eat well and take care of yourself for me."

"Will do, mom. Bye now."

When I had hung up, I was really angry for what my dad had done. I realised he was trying to overpower and pressure my mom with his bullying. He had done that in the past. But now I was not going to let him get away like this. I knew it would just get ugly if I said anything more to him. He was overpowering enough to plot a scheme to hinder me going to my mom. So I decided to keep my plans to myself. I was going to act on them on my own accord when the time was right. I knew I had to get him at his own game.

The first weekend of Christmas break was more than blissful. It was cold outside and I had enjoyed staying in with my mom. She cooked all my favourite meals. 

"You are bad for me." I said to her one afternoon while we were enjoying our meal.

"You are the only one for me" she smiled back.

I had seen the twinkle of true love in those warm eyes. 

"You don't want a fat son do you?"

"Healthy eating isn't bad for you. And I like my man with flesh. I don't like skeletons." She smiled with a wink.

"I wonder what else you like." I smiled back with a sly stare.

"Stay with me and you can find out." 

"Oh I intend to." I smiled at her. "I miss you too you know." 

"Not as much as I miss you." She looked straight at me. The stare pierced my heart. 

We had spent time in front of the fireplace, sipping on some punch and some Baileys. 

"You haven't been seeing anyone." I said quietly. My eyes were keen to follow the gaze on her face.

"I am not interested."

"Why not?"

"The divorce left me with a few scares. I have no inclination toward men. I think they are not worth it."

I just looked at her. I felt a bit unsure of what to say.

"They are not all the same." I said with an urge in my voice.

"I know. But then I have you. I don't need a man in my life."

"What about the times when I am not around."

"I have been told that is about to change." She smiled at me. 

I smiled. "Yes. You are right. But I wonder how happy I would be able to make you."

"You have no idea." She sighed with her heart open wide. "Do you?"

"No." I shook my head.

"That is what you will get to know once you live here. You will know how happy you make me feel. I wouldn't trade you for anything else my love. Nothing else." She sipped on her drink. She stroked my face. 

I just gazed at her. I stroked her hair. She crawled toward me and cuddled in my lap. I hugged her softly. 

"Hold me close." She said softly. "I love your hug. It is strong and makes me feel safe."

I hugged her tightly. Her feminine figure seemed to melt in my arms like clay. We sat there for a while on the floor. It was well into the night. But we kept talking. After a while she asked me to get a pillow and the duvet from her bedroom. 

"I don't feel like sleeping in my bed tonight," she said. "This is so much more better."

"I agree." I acknowledged.

Once I had bought the items, she wrapped herself in the duvet and giggled, "Oh this is so much better. Why don't you get your stuff too?"

I looked at her and then said, "Ok. If you say so." 

My mom has been spontaneous at times. And it is fun to just play along during those times. 

"Just bring your pillow. There is no more room for another duvet here. We will just share mine." She called out while I was in my room collecting my bedding. At that I was a bit surprised. But then it had been such a wonderful night. 

When I got back to the living room, I lay the pillow down.

"Shall I make us some hot chocolate?" I asked her.

"Oh that would be lovely." She said in delight. "You read my mind." She smiled.

I went into the kitchen and made us two mugs of hot chocolate. 

I handed one to her and settled on the duvet. 

"Get inside." She said raising the duvet. "That will be warmer."

Once I got in, we lay on our sides, resting on our elbows facing each other. As we sipped at the mugs, we looked at each other and smiled. Mom kept sighing, "mmm. This is lovely. Oh it is so good to have you around. You have no idea how happy I am when you are around." 

"My pleasure." I glanced at her with a grin.

"Oh no. The pleasure is all mine. I wish we could just lay here like this all night and talk."

"You are already sleepy."

"No I am not." Mom denied with a girly voice.

"Come on. We are going to sleep here together aren't we? We will talk ourselves to sleep. How about that?"

"Ok. That's nice."

"I need to shut the lights." I got up.

"Just the lights. Leave the fire on low for the night. I like the glow." You urged me.

"Ok mom."

As I got under the sheet we lay on our sides facing each other. You kept giggling. "This is nice."

"Good night, mom."

"Good night my dear, and sweet dreams."

Mom turned around and urged me to hold her in the spoon position. She held my hand and wrapped around her. I got closer and hugged her lightly. 

As we lay there, we continued to talk for a while. I don't remember when we fell asleep. In the night, something must have woken me up. It must have been the warmth from the fireplace. Mom was sound asleep. At least I thought she was. I was still holding her in the spoon position. But now I could feel her closer to me than before. Because we were sleeping in only our PJs, I could sense my mom was not wearing anything underneath, just like me. It was very warm under the duvet.

I could feel her bum pressed on my thighs. Her limp feminine body felt softer and warmer to touch. Under the sheet she felt warm. Her fragrance stirred funny feelings inside me. Her long hair was tickling my chest and I could feel my hand resting on her tummy. I could see her neck and part of her shoulder in the dim firelight. I moved my hand and rested it on her hip. That must have stirred her a bit cause she pressed her back on me a bit and now she was pressed closer to me. I could feel her bum pressed on my prick. Something must have triggered in my mind then. I could feel getting aroused from the tender warmth on my pelvis. Without any control or ability to stop it, my prick slowly stood to attention. As it got harder, it slowly sought the valley in my mom's bum, between the legs. It happened so suddenly that within seconds I could feel my prick pressed against my mom's bum. It all felt like it had been coiled with a spring and the latch had been released. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't risk stirring mom up if I moved now. And I was just hoping she was fast asleep to notice what had happened. I lay there for a while hoping the erection would subside. 

Suddenly something seemed to have stirred her up. I froze. But she just moved slightly, took my hand wrapped herself with it and placed it close to her chest and cuddled herself to me, still in the spoon position. After that she was asleep again. At least that is what it seemed to me. Actually that is what I was hoping. Cause now, things had gone too far for me. My prick was now buried deeper in between my mom's bum cheek and had it not been for the Pjs, I would have had felt her warm skin in there. My hand was placed on her breast now. I could feel the tenderness of the breast reaching out for my touch through the top she was wearing. Some buttons must have had come undone for I could feel the touch of her skin on my thumb. I moved my hand and tried to feel around. My hand was pressed in between her breasts. She held it and had herself cuddled in my arm. While I was moving my hand she had loosed her hold on it. I pretended to hug her and cupped one of her breast gently. She moved a bit and seemed to have responded to my touch. Her boob felt out of this earth in my palm. She has always had big breasts but I only had look at her bust till now. This was the first time I had touched them and they felt lovelier than they looked. While I cupped her boob for a couple more times she was still. I was pretending to hug her all the time I cupped her boob. We were now lying close to one another. 

I could smell the perfume mom was wearing for the evening on her neck. The warmth sent waves through my body. The situation with my prick had gotten worse to say the least. And suddenly I had the urge to kiss mom's neck. I slowly kissed her and I planted a soft touch on her neck with my lips just above her shoulder. 

I did not know why I did that or why I felt the urge. Well may be I knew why – all the warmth and tenderness with the splash of feminine fragrance. That is what stirred me. I lay still, expecting a reaction. But she never moved. I thought she was fast asleep. So after I lay there for a few more minutes, trying to think of something less interesting, I slowly rolled on my back, thankful that nothing drastic had happened. I remember my prick had now taken pity and shrunk back. I tried to ease my hand out of my mom's hold, and lay on my back hoping to fall asleep again.

When I woke up, it must have been about 4am or so. This time, I could feel my mom had stretched herself partly over me; her thigh was over my leg, crossed with mine. Her hand extended lazily over my chest and her palm rested on my waist. She had crawled half way over me so to speak. Her breast was pressing on my chest and the duvet cover was drawn down a bit. Her head rested on my shoulder and I had the hand around her back. My palm lay just above the bum, on her waist. I was just praying that my prick did not get any ideas then. But I surely think it has its own mind. Cause surely enough, it again rose to attention. This made me shift a bit involuntarily. It must have had stirred her, because now my mom's hand had moved from my waist and was now resting on my thigh close to my pelvis. I would have died of embarrassment if only my mom had woken up. 

In her sleep she moved and put her palm close to my erection. Without moving her hand, she just curled her fingers around it loosely. She lay still for a long while after that. Occasionally she moved her leg and her thigh brushed on my thigh. All this was making my prick harder.

I guess the stress was too much for me to think any more this time. I must have fallen asleep later. When I woke up, mom was gently stroking my face, trying to wake me up. 

"Its nearly 9am my love." She gently kissed my cheek.

I woke up slowly. Seeing her smiling down on me brought a smile to my face.

"Good morning." She smiled back. "Did you have a good sleep?"

I nodded and smiled. 

"Me too." She looked deep into my eyes and sighed.

After I returned, the few months in the second term seemed long. May be it was the never-ending assignments. Or may be it was just the excitement of going to stay with mom. I had made plans in my mind that this time that I would leave for summer vacation, and I would never come back. I was going to tell dad the day before and leave for good. Although he had been a good father to me, I wanted to be with my mom and he had never liked the idea. This time I was going to make him accept it. 

The last month of my classes were typically testing. I was quietly making arrangements to pack my stuff. I had collected my savings together. I had transferred most of it to mom's account. I had booked a couch ticket. And I was keeping all this to myself till the very last moment. 

Then the evening before I was to leave for my holidays, I sat with my dad, and had a calm chat with him. At first he was about to explode. But then he clamed down as we spoke more about it. He must have realised that arguing with me on that topic was going to be worthless. So I think he gave in at the end. 

"I have a condition." He said. "Just as you spent your holidays with mom while you were here, I would like you to spend your holidays now with me if you plan to stay there."

"I will think about it."

"It is not fair you know."

"I didn't say I wouldn't. But I have to talk to mom about it." I calmly suggested him. 

"I had agreed with her conditions. She can do the same."

"I will speak with her and I will arrange to do that." I tried to convince him.

"I too love you, you know. She does not have the monopoly on you." My dad was beginning to show his vulnerable side.

"I know dad and I do appreciate that. You know I love you too. As I said I will speak to mom and I will see you as you have said. Don't worry."

We hugged for a few moments before I was ready to get going. 

"You will have me no matter where I am. You will still be my dad."

I knew this could not have been any easier. But I had to do it. I had to get out and live with mom. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to know her better. I had missed her for a long time. I had been away from her for a long time. She had missed me and wanted to be with me. And a part of me wanted it too.

Heavenly Love Ch. 02



Word of advice - Please read the series in chronological order to enjoy it most. 

This is the second chapter in the series. I thank you all for the positive feedbacks. This series does 'open up' relatively more 'gently' than the other series I have written. As usual I look forward to your comments. Do not hesitate to email me. 

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Chapter 2: The Greener Pastures

This time around the summer vacation did not seem different for me. But I could sense the difference in my mom. 

"What is it?" I asked her one evening.

"About what?"

"You just seem different this time."

"In what way?"

"I don't know. It just seems different with you."

"I guess I am still trying to believe that you are here to stay. I think when you live past the holidays I will feel more secure." Mom looked in my eyes and said calmly.

"Hey. Come here." I asked her to come to me. She slowly moved and came close. "I am here to stay. That will not change. And I have come for you."

Her eyes looked at me with a strange question in them.

"For me? What about you?" she asked me with a serious face.

"I wanted to. I wanted to be with you." I said.

She stared at me for a while and threw her arms around me gently and hugged me deeply. I hugged her back. Her hug strengthened to encourage me to hug her more firmly. So I did. And she softly succumbed into my arms with sighs. 

We didn't say anything for a while. We just stood there in each other's arms.

"I love you." She said breaking the silence. 

"I love you too." I complied.

"May be you don't see me as desperate as the last few times. That is because I know you are here to stay so I can take it easy now." She smiled sheepishly.

"That's right. And you should be yourself. You don't have to hide anything from me."

"Well you may not like a few things about me." She said with a bit of caution in the tone. 

"Let me be the judge of that." I assured her by stoking her cheek. "And I doubt there would be anything I won't like about you. You are heaven sent."

"I do like to please you." She smiled coyly.

"That's a good start." I laughed.

"But seriously, I would need to know if you don't like anything about me, or if I get on your nerves." She said firmly.

"Till I say so, you should promise to be yourself then."

"Agreed." She smiled back and hugged me.

"And you should tell me if I get on your nerves." I made a point about that.

"Oh you are an angel. You have nothing to worry about." She sighed.

She kissed me on my cheek this time and hugged me deep.

During the week, my mom used to be at work till about 5pm. Weekends were reserved for me exclusively as usual. That didn't exclude the evenings when she used to come home storming through the door to see me. So as not to make her feel guilty of leaving me home alone and to earn some pocket money, I took up a summer job too. That way I used to be away too. The extra cash would help out on our spending. 

One weekend I took her out to dinner. I said to her that it would be her date – our first date together. She had smiled very coyly to that. 

"Where are we going? Or is it a surprise?" she said excitedly.

"Er. Let's just see if you like my surprises."

"Oh I know I do." She got bubbly.

"Would you like me to dress up in your choice or should I surprise you?"

"Surprise me." I said. 

After a bit of hesitation and thinking, she said, "Tell you what. Since we haven't been together for long, I would be more comfortable if you chose this time. Then for the next time I will surprise you."

"I like the sound of that. It means there are more dates to follow." I smiled with a naughty grin.

"Of course." Mom said very sensually, raising her shoulders.

"Ok then. Lets do that now." I said.

"Ok." Her heart seemed to have starting racing with excitement.

As we entered her bedroom she asked me to sit on the bed. I sat down and slid up to the headboard and leaned my back on it. 

One by one mom started to show me her collection. For the first time I noticed her choice to be very feminine and sensual. She liked mostly what I liked. And it became apparent that if I didn't choose something quick, the whole wardrobe was going to be empty and still I would be non the wiser cause I would like them all. Most of all. 

"I like most of these dresses. Our tastes are so alike." I said. 

"Really?" she exclaimed

"Yes I like most of these dresses. It is just a matter of choice now."

"So what do you think?"

After a while I picked up a dress. It was a red dress with a halter neck and a plunge V-neck in the front. 

"I like that one for now." I said.

"This one?" she tried to confirm.

"Yes I would like to see you in it."

"Ok then. I will get dressed while you get ready and I will see you when I am ready." She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Okey dokey", I said. 

I was in the living room when mom stepping in. The vision took me by surprise. My mom had stepped into the living room calmly, and she looked a million bucks!

Although she was in her early 40s she would have had passed for 30's. She had done her long hair in a bun enhancing her neckline and her back. Her lips were glistened with wetness. My eyes were eating her alive and her eyes were fixed on my gaze for seeking my approval. For a while she just stood there looking at my gaze patiently while I moved my eyes all over her. She followed my cue and twirled for me gently. The halter neck had a low back and I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. More so, the fitting in the front enhanced her cleavage. The dress followed close to her waistline and her femininity oozed out of the dress. 

She looked at me with inquisitive eyes. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I have seen." I acknowledged after I got my thoughts together.

She blushed and came close to me. "Has it been up to your expectation?"

"It has exceeded it." I exclaimed.

"So far so good." She held my arm and showed eagerness to follow.

"With you, everything is always excellent." I said.

She hugged my arm and stroked it gently. 

We drove to a restaurant where I had booked a table earlier. As we sat down I noticed the table was placed in a corner with a fair bit of privacy. Since it was in a corner, it was a round table with sofa seats and we were sitting at an angle to each other rather than facing one another. 

I ordered some champagne. And then we looked through for some starters. When the waiter had left, I raised the glass for a toast, "for a new beginning".

"And a lot of sweet memories", my mom added.

We sipped at the champagne and settled to talk. 

I was beginning to eat my mom's beauty without being conscious of it. That night she didn't look like my mom, more like a date. For her age, she had a good figure and graceful beauty. Her eyes glistened in the dim light. She just kept grinning at me. 

"You look absolutely wonderful", I softly acknowledged and tried to justify my gaze at her.

"I am glad you approve." She coyly blushed.

By now her femininity had started to work on my mind. Or may be it was the champagne. I lowered my gaze once in a while to her cleavage and was hovering it around there at lengths. 

She noticed it and gently leaned forward at times, very subtly, giving me good chances to admire it more. Then she took my hand and stroked it. 

"How was your day today?" She asked out of the blue. Her question seemed to be directed to distract me. So I ran my eyes around the room and then around table trying to think for an answer.

"It was ok. Had a bit of more work to do closing down. But it was usual." I replied with my eyes trying to run around her gaze.

She gently stroked my hand while listening to me intently all the time I spoke and made me aware though her gaze that the questions were not to distract me but to make my gaze at her less obvious to others. She encouraged my gazing at her. But she wanted that to appear natural. I felt a sudden rush of air in my lungs. Awareness had mushroomed in my mind.

I could not fathom my mom any more. There was this woman who few years ago had very little confidence and self-esteem in dressing up. I remembered very little about her when I was a kid. But yet that night she had the beauty to captivate my heart and mind. She had shown great changes in herself, to the point where I was being drawn to her. It was as if I had never known this woman before. She was a new person to me – someone who used to be called my mom but now a different woman altogether.

During the meal, my mom was completely overcome with sensuality. All her movements suggested a certain feminine flare. My gazes at her cleavage seemed to tickle her femininity. She seemed to enjoy the attention the pair was receiving. I tried hard to make it less obvious as much as I can – for others on the surrounding tables and for mom. But she just kept gently encouraging it every time I stared back to her eyes. During the meals she giggled a few times when I made her laugh and her leg played around with my calf. I didn't withdraw my leg so she felt pleased. She placed her hand on my thigh a couple of times to attract my gaze back on her. Since I was driving, I didn't have much to drink, but my mom had finished the champagne and nearly finished the wine. Her elated mood seemed very playful. At times she leaned close to me, and stroked my thigh while staring deep in my eyes. We kept making jokes of what the people around us may be imagining about us.

When we stepped out of the restaurant, my mom snuggled close to me. As we walked to our car she said, "That was a wonderful meal. Thank you honey. I loved it."

"Would you like a small detour before we go home?"

"As you please. You are in the driving seat." She giggled.

"Ok then. I have a small place I would like to go. I have been there when I was younger. I would like us to go there. I want you to see it."

"It must be a special place then."

"Decide when you see it."

So we drove for a while and the road started to climb a bit. As I made a turn I took a sharp left and drove onto a plain grass area. And then I stopped. We had come to a plateau on a hill overlooking the town. It was a rising plateau with a wired fence at the edge. 

"Come on I have something to show you." I asked her to follow me. 

As we stepped outside, I could see there was another car parked at a distance. As I took my mom's hand I lead her slowly to the front of our car. As we walked toward the fence the sky seemed lit up from beneath. The night-lights of the city glowed in front of us and the starry night poured stardust from above. The breeze had a cool chill to it. It was soft yet steady. 

"Oh this is beautiful." My mom exclaimed. Her eyes were lit like the many lights down in front of us. 

She nudged closer to me and hinted me to hold her in my arm. I stretched my hand and she snuggled into my arm as I wrapped her in it. My palm rested on her hip. She cuddled closer to me, hugging with her arms around me. 

"This is absolutely wonderful." She said softly again. The lights glowed in the silent darkness and the wind gave us the cool breeze in the night. With all the dazzle in front of us, there was an eerie silence accompanying it that made it very romantic. We stood there admiring the beauty of the scene for a while. 

"I used to come here on my bike at times." I said to her breaking the silence gently. "In the summer, the sun sets late so the lights don't show up, but the sun set is awesome. In the winter, if it is not too cold, this is what you see. For me to see this in summer I would have had to come here at this time at night. That's why it was difficult to see the lights. But now I can see them with you."

We looked at each other and smiled. 

"Doesn't anyone know about this place?" mom enquired looking around.

"Well this is supposed to be the lover's spot."

"Oh!" my mom exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

I smiled at her. "I just like the view."

"Do you?" she said teasingly. "I for one would love it too." She smiled. 

As we stood there, the cool breeze of the night made a gentle touch across our skins. She fidgeted a bit under the cool breeze. So I stroked her back and pulled her closer. 

"Are you cold?"

"No. I'm ok. Your palm on my back feels good and warm."

I took the hint and stroked her some more. Her tender skin responded to my touch and she snuggled in my arms. She pressed her head in my neck and melted in my embrace. Then she gently moved and hugged me fully from the front. I wrapped her in my arms, trying to protect her from the cool evening breeze. That was just an excuse to bring her closer to me and feel her tenderness underneath that dress. She planted a kiss on my cheek and whispered, "You are the most wonderful person I have been with. You make me feel so special."

"You ARE special." I whispered back.

At that she hugged me tighter and pushed herself into my arms, pressing herself on me. We stood there for a moment enjoying the beauty in it.

"Shall we make a move?" I asked her quietly. "It is getting late and we should be moving from here."

"In a minute." She looked deep into my eyes, held out her palms and holding my face, pressed her lips gently on mine. Although the kiss lasted only for a moment, it was slow and gentle. 

"This wouldn't be much of a lover's spot if couples didn't kiss each other would it?" She just coyly smiled at me. "Now it's your turn." She surprised me with her comment.

Becoming very nervous I hugged her around her waist and lowered my lips careful as not to get farther. But she succumbed and gave in to the kiss by pressing in and complying sensually. 

"Now we can leave." She smiled at me, as I took her hand and we walked back to the car. The drive home was fairly quiet. 

That night when I lay in bed, I kept thinking of the things that happened that night. I didn't know much about my mom or what had happened to her. But whoever she was or what ever had happened to her seemed very amazing.

I kept going through the whole evening in my mind. It was like I replayed the scenes that were recorded in my memories. It just felt really wonderful – a warm glow in me. I had been out with my mom on a date and it felt really wonderful. I couldn't understand her liberated approach toward me. I kept thinking that it was her love for her son that she had missed. But she had never expressed it in this way before. May be it was that I was now living with her, or may be it was that I had grown up. Whatever the reasons she had, they were making me very curious and excited. She seemed more than comfortable expressing herself in that way. I made a resolution of going along with her way of expressions and see where it led. I was half sure of where it was going to lead. The thought set my heart racing. But it was time to expand and explore this relationship I had with mom. It was time to get to know my mom all over again, in a different light. I could not wait till it was morning the next day.

The following days and weeks went by where I got to see mom in all new different ways. She started dressing in different clothes, and became very touchy-feely. Every time we went out, she sought my approval for her appearance in my gaze. At every discreet opportunity she used to hold my hand, or snuggle close to me and hug me. She pressed herself on me at times and that used to be her cue to urge me to cuddle her. Her fingers used to run through my hair and stroke my face gently. The passion and sensuality in her touch used to set my heart on fire. Gazing at her, deep in her eyes, usually ended up we necking and kissing on the cheeks. Even though we had kissed each other on our first date, I was still not confident to kiss her on her lips. There was a small hesitation in my mind – hesitation about not moving forward too fast, about not ruining this wonderful relationship that was under development. I loved her too much to hurt her. And she loved me too.

to be continued...



Heavenly Love Ch. 03



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Lull before the Storm

The days went by as fast as they came around. Being with mom and living with her had made a very different experience for my life. Everything about her was so amazing. May be it was all the years of missing out on her special attention and undivided love. But no matter what it was, I loved it. 

Before Christmas, she was very upset for me to leave and spend it with Dad. "I had never thought of this", she acknowledged. 

"I will be back soon. Don't be sad. It is Christmas. I want you to spend it happily."

"You seriously don't know me then." She hugged me tightly before I left for my dad's place.

As was expected, I was torn and didn't really enjoy Christmas. But for my dad's sake, I put on a brave face and smiled through the whole thing. 

"Merry Christmas mom", I had called her at night before we had our dinner.

"Merry Christmas to you dear." 

"Keep yourself warm for me." I smiled.

"Enjoy yourself and have a good time." She sighed.

"We will celebrate it all over again when I get back" I promised

"You bet we will." She seemed to have perked up at that comment.

Although dad and Stacey were considerate and accommodating, I was longing to get back to mom. When I got back, mom hugged me tightly for a while. "It reminded me of those stupid holidays when you used to leave me at the end of it." She sighed as she eased and calmed down.

"Well now I am back." I tried to smile and ease her down. "I've got you a present. You said we would wait till I got back so now it is time to open the presents."

"Oh you didn't have to do that. You are the most wonderful present I have got." She kissed me briefly on the cheek.

As I gave her the box, she giggled girlishly, "You have got me a gift."

"Go on and open it."

As she unwrapped it, her eyes grew big and she exclaimed, "It is a dress. You got me a dress. Oh and it is lovely."

It was a short top with sleeveless V-neck and bared her belly button, with the trousers going down till her calves, nicely accentuating her bum. 

"It is a summer dress." She smiled at me with some puzzled look in her eyes.

"I saw in a catalogue at Dad's place and traced it to the company and ordered it especially for you."

"Really?" she was more intrigued.

"With us, summer is never too far away anyway." I smiled.

"You are right." She threw her arms around and hugged me. 

"Well and this is for the winter." I gave her another box.

"Oh you are going over the top now."

"Well every season ought to have its own gift."

As she opened it, she realised what it was.

"I wanted to give you something of my choice." I said looking at her.

It was a perfume. She looked at it very inquisitively. She slowly took off the lid and sprayed it on her hand. After rubbing it around, she looked at me and said, "I love it. We do have very similar tastes. I will always wear it for you." She looked deep into my eyes. "Thank you so much. And this gift is for you." She handed me a box.

As I opened it, I noticed it was a watch, a very expensive one for that matters. I could guess how expensive but it must had been for mom to gift it to me.

"Now you have gone over the top." I looked at mom sternly.

"Oh be quiet." She tried to shut me up. "I can do what I like for my dearest."

"Thank you." I hugged her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Life with mom was taking an unusual turn for sure, if unusual is the right word for it. Over the following year or so, we had become close to each other. I was getting mixed up because she didn't feel like a mom to me any more. She was more like a friend. Mom looked after me very earnestly. My studies and health mattered too much for her. She wanted me to get good grades so I could have better chances in life. We did often spend time at the dinner table discussing what I had thought about and mom would listen to me with keen interest. She would suggest a few important things. 

"I will miss you when you go to uni." She once sighed while saying that. 

"Let's not worry about that now." I tried to ease her anxiety.

One day I was in the shower and had just finished drying off. As I was dressing myself, I noticed the laundry basket open. The lid was on the floor. It seemed like mom had forgotten to close it. While I starred at it, I noticed several of our clothes and underwear in there. That is when my eyes got fixed on mom's underwear. There was a panty and a bra on top. I bent down and looked at them, taking them in my hand. I turned them around and since it was my first time, 'studied' them a bit. Some very weird thoughts and feelings were running through my mind. I tried to notice the tab for a size. 36C was printed on the inside for the bra. I made a note to myself to look it up and understand what that meant. In fact something must have triggered in my mind that day. Cause after that, I was never the same.

"Does it really hurt that much during a period?" I asked mom once during a commercial break while watching TV. There was an ad for sanitary pads on the TV. 

My mom just looked at me. "What do you know about periods?" Her face was actually pointing a question as to 'Why would you want to ask such a question?' 

"I have been reading in some books." I just said without making it a big deal.

"Yes. But it depends. Every woman's physiology is different and some feel more pain than others."

"Do you have painful periods?" I tried to make it as matter-of-fact as I could. 

Now mom was showing signs of being a bit perplexed. She was silent for a bit.

"I just want to know so that when you are on, I would like to take care of you."

At that comment all the anxiety on mom's face morphed into tender love and admiration. 

"What made you get interested in periods suddenly?" Mom now had her eyes glued to me. 

"It is not just periods. I have been reading a lot lately about gender issues in general. I have realised a lot of things are different between the genders. The difference fascinated me. I want to know the difference so I could be a better person. If I know a woman better, I think I will be a better man."

"There is lot to knowing a woman, my dear, than just periods." Mom said with a smile.

"I know. I have limited resources to learn about things. And I don't want to be obvious about it. So I have to do it subtly. With help I am sure I will be able to learn quite a bit. Do you mind if I ask you at times when I am stuck?"

"It would be my pleasure to teach you." My mom assured me with a smile. "But I am not sure what and how deep you would want this teaching and learning to go."

"Don't worry I won't embarrass you."

"I wont be embarrassed with anything you have on your mind if you are not embarrassed to share it with me. I mean that." She looked very sincerely at me, straight in my eyes.

"Ok. Agreed."

"Is that a promise?" she asked me.

"Yes. That's a promise." I confirmed.

"Good. I like that."

"Well on the same topic then, how do you tell if a woman is on a period?"

"You cant unless you really know her. Of course, women on a period are more emotional, irrational, angry and/or frustrated, depressed and sexually aroused but then that in itself is not the surest sign."

"And out of those many moods, how do you cope?"

"Why would you want to know that?" she smiled a bit.

"Like I said before, so that I can be careful around you, give you some rest and care for you in general."

"Oh darling, just be yourself. You are adorable as it is. Any more adorable and you will make yourself appetising too." She came over to me and hugged me tightly. 

"When were you on last?" I asked.

She just smiled. 

"Come on answer me." I persisted. "Or is this getting embarrassing?" I challenged her.

"The 10th of this month." She blushed slightly. 

"Ok. Thanks." I just said it calmly.

"What does that tell you?" my mom tried to dig for some information.

"28 days. Isn't it?"

"You have done your home work haven't you!"

I just grinned at her calmly. 

"You are the most thoughtful and most adorable of them all. You will make some girl a wonderful husband." She kissed me on my cheek. "But let me tell you something about women. You cannot make it obvious when you are dealing with women's issues. You have to do it subtly. If you make it too obvious, it looses its tenderness."

"I will remember that."

That heart to heart conversation with mom seemed to put me in a different frame of mind. I was no longer afraid to ask her anything on my mind. She was more like my friend after that day. And that is exactly what happened. We ended up discussing a lot about gender issues and differences over the next few months. Nothing ever embarrassed us. Neither was I conscious nor was mom. We seemed to talk like natural friends. 

As the days passed, my questions became more personal. I finally asked the question that was on my mind for a long time.

"What's the deal with the different bra sizes?"

"What do you mean?" mom asked me to clarify my question.

"Well there are so many different ones. How do you tell which one is right for you?"

"They come in sizes and cups and styles."

"You mean like 36C or 32A."

"Yes."

"How do you know what your size is?"

"The number is the chest size, and the letter is the cup size."

I was perplexed for a while. 

"I think I can understand the chest size. Probably it is similar to the men's shirt size. What's with the cup size?"

"It is for the breast so that it is supported properly. It cannot be larger or smaller."

"So how do you find out the cup size?"

"Usually girls when they start wearing a bra, have to go through some fitting trials. Once you know your bra size, as you grow it just grows too. So basically it is trial and error and you just try the one closest to your size."

"That's a lot of bras to go through." I just exclaimed innocently.

Mom laughed out loudly. "Silly. The women at the store are experienced to narrow it down by glancing at the chest. They suggest a few and you take it from there. It is like buying shoes. You can tell the size with a good guess. You try a few shoes and you know the right one."

"Wow. How can someone tell the size just by looking at them!"

"That comes with age and experience my dear." Mom winked at me.

"So how does the cup size go?"

"A is the smallest and it increases as you progress in the alphabet."

"But I have only seen up to D."

Mom looked at me with raised brows and a blushed smile.

"I mean in the stores I have particularly noticed." I tried to clarify myself with a smile.

"Well they go up to F and then FFF."

"What's that?"

"A DD is larger than a D and a AA is smaller than a A."

"Hmm." I just looked at mom. My slight gaze at her chest made the air a bit flushed.

"Can I ask you something?" mom asked me.

"Surely."

"Would you say you like big breasts or small ones?"

"What do you mean?" I was shocked to hear the question come from mom.

"Embarrassed are we?" she got a bit serious.

"No. Absolutely not. I just didn't understand the question."

"We promised that we would not be embarrassed." There was an air of caution in her voice.

"Yes. I know mom. I just didn't understand the question. What do you wish to ask?" I tried to encourage her. I didn't want to jeopardise what we had achieved between us.

"Some men like big breasted women. Some like small-breasted women. I wanted to know your preference."

"I don't know. I hadn't thought of that." I tried to be as honest as possible.

"Well imagine of the women you fancy and that should tell you."

"I see a lot in a woman. It is not just the breasts that matter." I tried to be a gentleman.

"But then if it is about the breasts, do you like big ones or small ones?"

"Too small and they would not look ok. And too big aint natural. I guess I like something in the middle." I was still trying to run around the bush.

"Can I say something?" mom asked becoming a bit sincere again.

"Yes you can." I tried to make it apparent that she understood that I acknowledged her sincerity.

"I think you like a good cleavage."

"What is that?"

"The gap between the breasts. Sometimes in a bra, you can see the gap when the breasts are pressed closer." She tried to tell me by pointing to her cleavage. 

"Yes. I do." I held back my blush.

"Well women cannot get a good cleavage without big breasts."

"I see your point."

"I thought so." She smiled.

"I like normal women. I don't like skinny ones. Skinny doesn't seem healthy." I tried justifying myself.

"Every one to their own choices. I was just curious to know yours." She smiled in the cheek.

Later some weeks, I started making comments about her clothes when we used to be together. I used to say things like 'that looks lovely on you' or 'that colour brings out the warmth in your eyes'. Sometimes I used to gather the courage and compliment on how certain clothes accentuated her figure, particularly her bust. Mom had a good bust. I loved to see her cleavage in low-neck clothing. She must have sussed it out cause she made efforts to wear more of those when she was with me. I would run my eyes all over her when she dressed for me. My gaze probably felt like my caress on her skin – a pair of masculine hands running all over her body, the hands of her son she loved so much. Her eyes, filled with sensuality, would make that apparent to me. A few times I did step the line a bit by holding her by the waist when we would stand close to each other. These were the times when she was wearing particularly thin clingy dresses that would accentuate her curves. She would seem most appetising at those times. Over the months I had bought her quite a few clothes that I liked and she would wear them on special occasions when we used to go out together. When she shopped she used to seek my approval. It used to flatter me, seeing her come out of the changing rooms to show me the dresses she had selected and seek my approval. She never wore anything I didn't approve or like. We used to have chats about that. At times I used to encourage her to select the things without my approval. 

"I like to please you." She used to gaze deep into my eyes and show her vulnerability. 

One evening when we had returned from a date, we were relaxing in the garden after coming back home. Mom was sipping on some Bailey's and I was having a hot chocolate. 

"What attracts you most about a woman? What turns you on?"

"It is a very broad question. It is not an easy answer."

"I know. But then just tell me a few things that are important to you."

I thought for a while. 

"I guess the looks are important. But that is not the only thing." I wanted to defend myself.

"I know. Looks are important to get the ball rolling."

"Yes. It creates the initial attraction." I complied.

"What next?"

"I guess the face is important."

"The face?" mom was perplexed.

"Well the warmth in the face is important to me. And I can tell in most cases if the person has a warm personality."

"You mean you see the personality through the face."

"Um. Well not technically the face. I guess the eyes are more important."

"Interesting. What do you see in them?"

"I can quickly tell about the person just by looking into the eyes."

"You know you are very right. A lot of people can be judged from their eyes."

"I just feel that the eyes are a periscope to the heart. You can tell about a person's heart from their eyes."

"But then do you get attracted by the eyes or turned on by them?"

"I guess I get attracted to them." I answered.

"So what really turns you on?" mom pressed on. "Come on. We have promised to be true to each other."

After a pause I acknowledged, "I think I consider breasts to be a turn on. A good pair of well formed natural breasts."

"What about the bum?" mom inquired inquisitively.

"A proportionate bum is attractive. I don't appreciate big ones. Smaller bums are better."

"Interesting" mom smiled with her eyes glistening in the night-light. "You like your women top-heavy." She smiled.

"Yes and most importantly, I like a woman with an interesting mind. I don't like very young girls. They are a bit silly. I like older women who are a bit mature in their thoughts."

Mom was silent for a while. 

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"I was just thinking about what you just said."

"What's wrong with that?" I defended.

"Nothing. It is just different from most of the guys your age."

"Well I am different then. I don't like young girls. They aren't sure of what they want. And they are too short sighted to hold onto something good when they get it."

"You like a woman who knows what she wants."

"You may say so. Most importantly, I like a woman who stimulates my mind. Good conversations are rare with girls my age. I think that is why we get along so well. You know me well enough now."

"Not well enough I think. And certainly not with all the things, I guess" She smiled.

"Oh you are so wrong there. I would rather spend a whole month alone than a few hours with any girl from my class."

"Really?" mom seemed surprised. She was quiet excited about that comment.

"Yes. I love spending time with you. I love your company and I enjoy being around you. You make me much happier than any girl I have known."

"That's quiet a compliment." She blushed a bit but wanted to hide it. 

"And it comes straight from the heart too."

"I love you too honey. That's why I am not interested in anyone else. You make me so much happier."

I just smiled at her. We stared at each other for a while. 

"You will have to find someone eventually. May be you will meet someone you like." She said calmly.

"I am not holding my breath on that one." I shrugged my shoulders.

We sat there silently looking at each other and then staring into the garden. The evening ended when we kissed each other goodnight and went to sleep.

During the summer break I had decided to visit dad only for a few weeks. I wanted to get back home and start looking for universities and work. While I was at dad's place, I managed to talk to him about my plans. He seemed encouraging. He did manage to talk about the possibility of moving in with him if I decided to consider a local uni. I didn't promise him anything. But just wanted to let him know that I was thinking of all the options available. He did promise to finance me partially though the studying. I told him that I appreciated his care.

When I returned, mom was just as eager to receive me as she had been before all these times. But I noticed, she was a lot more calm and collected. I thought may be it was the fact that I was now living with her and she was sure of that. 




Heavenly Love Ch. 03



When I had settled in, I started inquiring about the universities I was interested in. I didn't want to go to a private uni. I could not afford the fees. And I didn't want to go very far. But I wanted some good courses. I had managed to meet with some professors at the local state university. The course seemed good and the people were too glad to show me around. My grades had been good so far so they had no problem accepting my application. When I told mom about the application, she was glad to hear it. "I want the best for you. So don't worry about me when you make your decision." She stroked my face gently. "I will be ok. And you will visit me in the holidays as usual. So we wont miss out on that." She smiled. But I knew deep down how painful it would be for her. 

During the summer, I managed to gather quite a sum of cash to help me out at least for some initial expenses. I had applied for a scholarship but wasn't relying on it. I didn't have confidence that I would get it anyway.

The summer went by just as pleasant. In fact this time I thought it was far better than before. Mom was wearing my favourite clothes in the house. Frequently I would soak my eyes eating her while she strolled around in her satin robe just after her bath or before bedtime at night, or ran my eyes on her contours while she worked in the kitchen. She was one attractive woman for her age and the fact that she was my mom some how escaped my mind during these times. Actually these days I didn't seem to remember it at all.

One afternoon when I had returned from work, I opened a letter. It was from the local state university I had applied. I carefully read it. My heart was beating fast. I had been accepted. Not just that, the department had considered my application for the scholarship and 'after careful consideration' had granted me two years provisional scholarship. It would be renewed later based on my progress and review. 

I didn't know if I was flying or it was just my heart soaring. But I had to calm down. I carefully read the whole letter again. There was no mistake. I had to prepare for uni!

I decided to take mom out for the night. When she came home, I was in the lounge. I asked how her day had been. It was very difficult for me to keep calm. But I managed to talk her into getting dressed and going out with me for dinner. "My special treat." I smiled at her.

She smiled at me with inquisitive eyes but complied with pleasure. 

At the dinner table she urged me to tell her what the occasion was. "I just felt like taking you out. Can't I do that?" I smiled.

"Of course you can." She smiled and stroked my face. After the dinner, while we were driving back, she placed her hand on my thigh and said, "I know you are holding something back."

I smiled at her. She realised it and said, "How long are you going to torture me like this?"

"Till we are home." I smiled back.

"Ok." She sighed deeply. She knew she had to wait. There was no changing my mind. "Good news I hope." She asked.

"Just a few more minutes mom." I asked her to be patient. 

When we got home, she was still waiting. "So? What is the big news?"

We were in the lounge. "I am going to uni here. I have decided to stay with you." I waited for her reaction. She seemed calm. 

"Why have you decided that?" she asked calmly. 

I showed her the letter. After reading it, she congratulated me. "What about the other universities you were interested in?" she asked.

"I wouldn't get a better chance than this. I get to stay with you. And I get the scholarship here."

"You can get it even at other universities."

"I may not." I said.

"You don't know that." She said.

"But I like the idea of staying with you through my university years." I told her.

She looked at me and very calmly asked me, "Just tell me you are not doing this for me." 

I looked at her and gazing deep into her eyes replied without hesitation, "I am doing this for myself. I want to be with you. And I think it would be better for me this way."

"I wouldn't like you turning down good opportunities for me. I told you earlier, I would be fine." She said in a serious tone. 

"I haven't done it for your sake. Mom, trust me. I have thought about it long and hard. Staying with you will help me just as immensely as it would hurt me by staying away from you. You have helped me see things in a different light and I would like to be with you so you can help me become a better person. My personal development means a lot to me and I strongly believe I wont find a better mentor than you."

Mom was quiet for a while. "I would hate myself if you gave up opportunities for my sake." Her eyes were getting wetter. The emotions were bottling up in her.

I hugged her in my arms. "I know and I will never ever do that to you. But you have to trust me when I make a choice. I am grown up and I would hope you would respect my choice."

"I do. And I would hope nothing but good times and great success to you." She sobbed.

"So trust me on this one. I want to do this." I hugged her and stroked her back and caressed it. 

"It would certainly be so much better for me with you around me." She eased herself from the hug and looked at me with wet smiley eyes. "Congratulations my love. You deserve every bit of happiness."

"Thank you." I smiled and caressed her face. I gently smiled at her in attempt to make her smile. "You silly billy."

"Have you told your dad?" she asked cautiously.

"Not yet. I will call him tomorrow."

"He may think I have talked you into it."

"He better not. And anyway I did speak to him about my intentions. So he should already know."

"How much are the expenses?"

"Not much. I have spoken to him and he has agreed to finance me partly. The scholarship should help." I said.

"And then you have me too." She smiled.

"Yes. The big honey pot." I giggled.

Mom laughed. It made her warm eyes shine. We hugged again and this time she kissed me on my cheek. I reciprocated and kissed her back. 

"Let's stay up late tonight." She declared with spontaneity. "We will sit in the garden and talk in the night with the lights off."

"Ok. As you say." I agreed with a smile.

We changed into our nightwear and with two mugs of hot chocolate I stepped into the garden. Mom was lying on the recliner, with another pulled close to her. I settled on the recliner next to her. As we sipped on the mugs, she kept touching my arm and stroking me. Occasionally she would turn on her side and face me. When we had finished the hot chocolate, she held my hand in hers and stroked it gently. For a while we spoke about things, holding hands. I could feel her warm fingers and her thumb stroking my hand gently. While speaking, she turned around and moved closer to me, hinting to wrap my arm around her. So I did. She cuddled next to me on her side, and wrapped her arm around my back. She rested her head on my chest and sighed. She was pleased.

That night when I was lying in my bed, I was thinking about things, about mom. I had come a long way and I still had no recollection of what mom used to be like when I was young. All I could remember was the lovely times we have had since then. Some of those were during the holidays when I was with dad, and more interesting ones when I started to live here with my mom. Of course, the new fact that she meant more to me than just my mom when I thought about her. Now she was more of something else than that. I didn't know whether it was her change in behaviour or mine. But she did seem nothing like a 'mom'. 

All in all, things had taken a rather good turn for me and I was just contemplating better days ahead. I knew mom would be happy now that I was going to be here for a long time and growing up with mom while going to uni would certainly give me the pleasure I enjoyed most of the time. 'Growing up' had now derived a whole new and interesting meaning for me. 

to be continued...



Heavenly Love Ch. 04



When a normal mom-son relation 'changes colours', it becomes a lot more complex to handle. At such times, the early few days of initiation of the relation during its 'transition' are the most crucial since they lay the foundation for the change to persist. Mistakes have no place in such times, and regrets are futile attempts to rectify a sour situation. Patience is a virtue and the relationship has to be given its due time to develop, like colours emerge on a photo-paper while it is being developed.

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The first few weeks in the university were busy. It took me surprisingly longer to get set to the routine even after planning and preparing for it for long. But the professors in the department and students were really friendly. A very big and new world had been opened up for me. The experience was daunting to say the least but it was equally exciting.

Once I had settled in, things at home seemed to come to light. Mom was now a bit more relaxed with me. She started being less self-conscious and began to be 'herself'. I cannot describe her change of behaviour any more clear. Because I could sense the change, I didn't make it obvious and I didn't want to get her conscious of it again. She had become confident of herself and that shinned through her behaviour.

During dinnertimes, she started to hug me more. Her hugs often accompanied by kisses on the cheek. At times when she was a lot happier, her kisses would fall closer to my lips. When she kissed me on my lips, the kisses were particularly short and quick but they were just as fatal and sensual. I would comply with no hesitation. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Moreover, I didn't mind her kisses to say the least. Oh whom am I kidding, I loved them! In fact at times I couldn't get enough of those hugs too. I wanted to tell her not to stop. I wanted to return them with just as much passion.

And then something clicked in my mind. I decided to let go of my inhibitions. I thought to myself about mom's behaviour and there was no problem I could see if I started taking the initiatives at sometimes. At least I wanted to see what would happen. She obviously didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact she loved hugging and kissing me. So I reckoned it was time to follow the footsteps. 

One morning while mom was in the kitchen making breakfast I walked in. She was still in her nightgown – thin satin sheet barely enclosing the wonderful curves underneath. The robe was probably tied tight in the front. The satin hugged her bum and the curves aroused my visions. It jiggled a bit as she moved around. As I got in the kitchen she was still at the cooker. She had not noticed me come into the kitchen. I moved behind her and hugged her from the back. I pressed my hips on her bum gently, wrapped my arms around her tummy and kissed her on the neck from the back. When I had finished the kiss I whispered softly in her ear, "Good morning." It all happened very quickly. 

I stood there still hugging her although my arms had loosened their hold around her waist. I maintained the soft pressure on her bum. I could feel her tenderness on my prick. She slowly raised her hand and stroked my face. Her other hand was stoking my arm wrapping her tummy. She was encouraging the whole thing. Her reaction was one of enjoyment and thrill.

"Good morning honey. Had a good night?" she asked. Now she was rocking in the embrace.

"Hmm hmm." I hummed. 

"Hungry?" she turned her face a little without making efforts to stop the hug. She was still stroking my arm.

"Yep. Very. What's cooking?"

"Scrambled eggs."

"Too bad you are not on the menu." I teased her.

"I guess I will have to change the menu then." She giggled a little and buried herself in my hug. 

"That would be something." I muttered out in the heat of the moment.

I got out of the hug and I started making the table. I spoke to her about other things. We had the breakfast and I kissed her good day. Today she offered me her lips for a soft peck. That nearly spoiled the day for me because for the whole day my prick stood up on and off all day with the thought of what happened in the kitchen in the morning. I also wondered what she had made of my comments. I didn't know if I had stepped the line. I couldn't wait to get home. In the afternoon I called her at work and pretended I just wanted to say hi. She said she was delighted to hear from me. It had been so long since I had called her at work. She felt elated. I told her I would be home at the usual time. She told me to have a good day.

The phone conversation left me more perplexed. She seemed pleased and she never mentioned anything about the morning. When I got home she was home already in the lounge. I asked if I could freshen up and I quickly went up to my room. After I had settled down I sat down next to her. 

"How was your day?"

"It was lovely." She replied with a smile. "I felt so good to hear from you."

"I didn't know if you would be ok but I just wanted to speak to you."

"Of course I would be ok. Why wouldn't I?"

"I am not sure of doing things with you I have not done before. I often feel I may offend you or upset you."

She turned to me. She took my hand in her hand and stroked it gently. "I thought we had a promise and that we had sorted it out already. But let me tell you again. There is nothing that you will ever do that will remotely offend or upset me. You have to believe that without any doubt."

I just felt eased and may be my face expressed that truly. 

"Have I made you feel upset or uncomfortable at any time?" she was a bit quieter.

"No. Oh no. I didn't mean that. I love everything we do. Without any exceptions."

"Same here honey. I like everything that we have done. I don't think there is anything that we do or may do which will make me uncomfortable. Would you want to have any exclusions?"

"Of course not."

"Well that settles it then. Now you give me your word that you will not think twice on your thoughts. Nor will you worry of what might happen."

"I promise."

"Seal it with a kiss." She looked at me straight in my eyes.

I planted a peck on her lips. 

That night after dinner we sat in the lounge seeing a movie on the TV. I asked her, "What do you wish to watch?"

"I don't care. I just wish to be with you. You can watch what you like."

She was cuddled close to me, my arm around her back and her legs intertwined with mine. Occasionally her hand would stroke my thigh and rest on it. Her fragrance was delicious. At times, she just circled her fingertips on the thighs and made me aroused. She kept playing like that without making it obvious. She was enjoying the reaction from me. Her back felt naked on my arm when I stroked her. Her head was nestled in my neck and it just felt really good to hold her like that. 

One evening she stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her. She lazily strolled around the house in it for a while. I ate her like crazy with my eyes while she moved around. After that she started wearing long nightshirts around the house just before going to bed. That used to get me really aroused. Especially when she used to sit close to me with her legs folded back. 

One night on a Friday she came into the lounge and sat next to me. I was in my shorts. She sat next to me and taking my arm in her hand, cuddled next to me and wrapped herself with my arm. As she cuddled in my arm, she turned on her side and propped her one leg over my legs. I reacted by opening them a bit and she lodged her leg between my legs. She moved the leg a bit and that caressed her thigh on mine. Since I was wearing shorts, the touch was like a spark and I felt really aroused. So I shifted a bit and made 'room' for the soldier that was trying to stand to attention in my shorts.

For a while we sat there cuddled like that. After some time she placed her hand on my thigh without making it obvious. Her soft touch of her fingers tickled me. Well it aroused me more, but what was I going to say. So I quivered a bit in giggles.

"What?" she looked at me and smiled.

"Your hand on my thigh." I said. "It is a bit ticklish." I smiled trying to make it appear innocent.

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to." She said by stopping the caressing. "Well, that is a weak spot then." She giggled.

"Oh don't you think of that." I warned her with a laugh. "You will regret it."

"ooo. Promises promises." She giggled and started to stroke my thigh again very sensually.

"Please." I begged her to stop.

"Ok. I wont tickle you." She stopped caressing my thigh but didn't move it. So I was left with an erection anyway.

As she moved her legs about, I caught glances of her thighs and it was very tempting. I tried stroking her back and hugging her. She cuddled herself more and moved her legs while caressing my thighs. 

"I like these moments together. I have missed them for so long." She sighed.

"Well now you can have them as much as you want." I tried to encourage her.

"I hope you like them too." She looked at me.

"That should have been evident to you." I smiled.

"It is." She moved her hand up my thigh and between my legs, coming very close to my pelvis. "I just wanted to hear it." She said looking deep in my eyes.

During the following Christmas, things seemed to get warmer for me and mom. She helped me setup the tree and decorate it. 

"It is the first Christmas since you have been to uni." she smiled to me. 

"As long as I spend my time with you, I don't mind where it is." I smiled back.

At nights the fireplace kept us warm. We used to spend long time sitting in the lounge, sometimes just sitting together, sometimes cuddled close or at times just held hands while we sat. 

On Christmas eve, we decided to wrap the gifts in our bedrooms. After the ritual was complete, we sat in the lounge for a chat. 

"Sleepy?" mom asked me.

"Not yet. I think I can stay up a bit."

"I think it is best if we sleep now. I miss you if you sleep late in the morning." She blushed.

"Hope you have a sweet dream." I kissed her.

"I usually do." She smiled and raised her brow at me. "Hope you do too." 

"I will." I smiled.

"We could compare them tomorrow morning. How about that?" 

"Ok" I said. And we went to our bedrooms. 

In the morning, I found mom in my bed. She had crawled in under the sheets and had lay there till I was awake. I was a bit startled to see her in bed with me.

"Good morning." She smiled at me. "Had a good sleep?"

I just nodded smiling. 

"Ready to get up yet?"

I nodded slowly. My eyes were still sleepy.

"Can I cuddle with you till then?" And she cuddled next to me. I raised my arm and took her into my hug. 

Her leg dug in between my legs and her thigh caressed mine for a moment. She crawled close and wrapped her arm around me. I was suddenly conscious that I had my morning glory shining under the sheet. I was wondering how mom was going to handle that. I moved and fidgeted a bit in an attempt to hide it away somewhere; I had no clue where I was going to hide it. It was not like it was actually a flower I could put away. Mom sensed my anxiety and giggled, "I would love to hear your dream. Seems like it was too good to be a secret."

"Oh wouldn't you love to know about it." I said shaking her about in my arm.

"I do actually. It has been a long time since I have heard a good dream. Especially from you." She said.

I just smiled at her.

"It is perfectly ok you know. You shouldn't worry about things like that with me." She moved her hand gently closer to my pelvis and edged closer to my erection. She made efforts not to touch it. It was her way to not make it obvious. But she gently hinted to it. Her way of addressing the whole 'morning glory' was so subtle.

"I think I know what we could do today. I have a surprise in mind." She said softly. 

"Really?" I asked. 

"When you are ready, freshen up and I will see you in the living room. There are things to be done." She smiled. 

"Like what?" I inquired.

"Well for starters, there are presents to be opened." 

As she was talking to me, she kept moving her hand on my tummy and her leg was moving and her thigh kept caressing my thigh. Her soft fingers were successful in maintaining the 'glorious bloom' in my shorts.

"Not that I would rather open them instead of staying here for longer." She kissed my neck as she hugged me. 

I turned around on my side and facing her I wrapped her in my arms. I squeezed her close to me and hugged her firmly. She reacted by succumbing and melting in my arms. Her legs parted to take my leg in between, crossed. As I hugged her, I kissed her cheek. She held me tighter in response and kissed my cheek in return. I moved my hands all over her back and pulled her closer to me. 

After that I paused and loosened my hug. As we moved apart, I looked in her eyes and asked, "Did you enjoy that enough?" 

"Yes, but not enough. She smiled and pressed her lip under her teeth. "Nothing you give me will ever be enough for me. I would always need more of it."

"As you said. We have things to do." I smiled at her.

"Ok then. If you say so." She said in a rather girly sulk.

As she moved out, she grazed her hand over the erection gently and quickly. She glanced at me with a smile and left my room. She was wearing her pjs and I could just imagine her curves underneath.

When I entered the lounge after freshening up, mom said to me with a big smile on her face, "It is time to open our presents. I have brought yours out. You need to open it."

On the floor were three big boxes. "All of this?" I was amazed. "You don't listen to me do you?"

"Oh just shut up and open your gift." Mom giggled.

"All this is just one gift?" I exclaimed. 

"Will you or will you not open it?" she was getting irate now.

"Ok, ok." I tried to calm her down. 

"Don't spoil the mood." She urged me.

As I opened the first box, I could see an LCD screen. It was small for a TV screen. Then I opened the other box, and I saw a computer base. Immediately it sprung on me, it was a desktop computer. Mom had bought me a computer. 

"Oh this is so much more than what is allowed for gifts." I exclaimed. "You promised me you were not going to go over the top this time."

"Oh shut up." She giggled. "Do you like it?"

"It is wonderful mom. I am sure it will work just as great."

"I had a colleague of mine make it for you. So you see it is custom made, especially for you."

I just looked at her with loving eyes. I asked her to come closer and hugged her firmly. I looked her in her eyes and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She savoured it with closed eyes. 

"Now it is your turn to open you gift." I said handing out a small box. "It is not as big as your gift." I made a baby face.

"Oh be quiet." She just smiled excitedly and opened her gift.

"Oh you are such a hypocrite." She exclaimed. 

"Oh hold on. No one blames anyone here. We are in the same boat." I protested.

"You shouldn't have bought me such an expensive gift." She exclaimed.

"It is specially for you." I smiled.

It was a gold necklace with a heart pendent with a deep red ruby. "That's mine and I wanted it to stay close to you." I smiled pointing at the pendent. 

"And it will. In fact it always is." She smiled softly caressing my face. She planted a soft kiss and thanked me for the gift. This time her kiss was a bit longer and just as lethal as any other time.

"Shall I set this computer up? Let us see how it fires up." I asked.

"Ok." Mom replied.

So I set the computer in my room and booted it up. The initial boot was fast and the graphics was good too. "This is good." I said. 

"I'm glad you like it." She said. "Now I hope you are not going to stick on it for the rest of the day." She made a girly sigh.

"No I won't. I will check it out later."

"We can check it out together after lunch if you like. Even I would like to check it out. I didn't get a chance to see it."

"Ok we will do that."

So we decided to eat first. The meal was hearty and delicious as usual. I felt stuffed and so did mom. 

"Lets sit in the lounge for a while till the food settles down." Mom said.

"Ok. I feel stuffed." I said.

While we sat in the lounge, the TV had a few good programs going on. Mom came and sat next to me. Slowly she lay on my lap and while we were watching the TV, she fell asleep. I turned the TV down a bit so as not to disturb her. I couldn't get out of the seat so I just sat there. After a while I must have fallen asleep too. When I woke up, my body felt stiff. Mom was still asleep in my lap. I felt very drowsy. I tried to shift a bit to become comfortable. That must have woken her up. I shushed her back to sleep.

I kept looking at her as she slept. Her face looked so angelic with her long hair flowing at the back. Her curvy hips were more prominent as she slept on my lap. I placed my hand on her waist and moved it around. She had curled up and so her legs were bent at the knees. That enhanced her bum and I was tempted to stroke it. As I pretended stroking her waist, I slid my hand lower on to her thigh and touched her bum. I felt her panties though the cloth and the tenderness on those cheeks. All the while she was sleeping peacefully in my lap. 

It was evening but the time she woke up again. Seeing me, she said, "Im so sorry. I fell asleep and you were so uncomfortable. Why didn't you wake me? I would have moved."

"I didn't want you to." I smiled.

"You are so wonderful." She stroked my face.

She slowly got up. Her long hair was flowing all over her shoulders. I just looked at her and smiled. She smiled back. 

"Tonight you are going to have tough time falling asleep." I said.

"Well just the reason to stay awake and spend the night away together", she replied.

I smiled and said, "You are just waiting for a reason."

"And you are complaining?" she asked me raising a brow.

"Of course not." I smiled.

I went and freshened up while mom did the same. She came in the lounge wearing her satin robe. Although the robe was full size, underneath she was wearing only her panties. Her nipples stuck out slightly for me to notice. 

"Won't you feel cold?"

"Won't you keep me warm?"

That answered my question.

"Shall we check out the PC?"

Mom smiled at me. "Men and their toys."

"It was your gift." I tried to protest.

"Whatever." She smiled and followed me into my room.

to be continued...



Heavenly Love Ch. 05



Communication holds the key for a relationship to truly develop from its inception. With 'special' relationships, this communication is best kept subtle. The beauty lies in developing the communication yet keeping it subtle.

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The Ice Breaker

While I had booted the computer, mom had stood behind me. Her hands were on my shoulders and occasionally she bent and leaned forward. That brought her cheek closer to mine and she brushed it on my cheek a few times. 

As I was checking it out I came across some programs. One out of that list got my attention. So I loaded it. It was a word scrabble game. But the board was unusual. 

"Hum. Interesting." I said. I checked out the help files. "This is no ordinary scrabble." I made a comment.

"Yes. It seems like an adult version of the scrabble." My mom commented amazed. "I think Jim must have put it on for you since I had told that the computer would be for you. He is so cheeky." She exclaimed.

"Well if at all, it seems quiet intriguing." I replied. 

As I read through the help files, I read the instructions on playing the game. It read as follows:

"Each player takes turns rolling a random letter. Then instead of choosing letters from the pack, you just write down the words for the game. So you are not restricted on the letters you use to make the word. But the player makes the word either starting or ending with the random letter and arranges it on the board like in the normal scrabble. For the word to be put on the board, normal scrabble rules apply – that means the letter that starts or ends in the word has to be on the board. The word should have an adult theme to it. The other player(s) then take turn(s) to ask about the word in some context to the player who created the word. The game then carries on."

"Interesting game." I said.

"You like it?" mom asked.

"Sounds different at least." I said.

"Come on then. Lets play it." Mom said. She stood up as she spoke and walked around to my side and looked at me. 

"You want to play it with me?" I asked with a surprise.

"You don't want to? But I thought you said you liked it. Or is it that you aren't comfortable playing it with me?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I do. But what adult context are we going to talk about?"

"That's where it will get interesting." She exclaimed with a smile. "Come on. Shift over." She said setting a chair down next to me. 

"I will bring some wine for myself. I guess you will have some hot chocolate?" 

"Yes." I complied.

"Will be back in a minute."

She came in with a mug and a glass and sat down again. 

"Okey dokey. Let's have some fun." She smiled with excitement.

I started a new game. We entered our names. The letters "S-E-X" appeared on the centre of the board. 

"This is going to be a lot of fun!" mom exclaimed.

"Who goes first?" I asked. "I think you should go first." I encouraged her.

"Ok. Spin that wheel." Mom said giggling.

The random letter came up to be F. She said "Feel"

"F-E-E-L". She spelled it out. "Put it down" she urged me and smiled. "So go on ask me your question?" 

"What do I ask you?" I was puzzled.

"Well you need to ask me a question that relates to feeling, in an adult context." She giggled.

I thought for a moment. Then I just looked at her and smiled again. 

"Go on. Don't hesitate. That's what this game is for – to break the ice." She encouraged. "Do you need some scotch in your hot chocolate?" she winked at me.

"No I will be ok without it."

"Go on then." She seemed to have a hanger stuck in her mouth. She never stopped smiling.

"What do you like to feel on you?" I gathered up courage to ask her. I don't know where that came from. I must have had it in the back of my mind. 

"You mean as in touch and feel on the skin?" she inquired.

"Yes." I just tried to keep it simple.

She thought for a while.

"Satin, fluffy warm clothes out of the dryer, and your touch." She smiled at me.

I smiled back. "Really?"

She nodded without any words. Her steady glance at me said it all.

I was just looking at her and trying to 'digest' her answer.

"Now its your turn." She said. 

I rolled the next letter and the letter R came up. I thought for a while. And then put down "RELAX"

"Do you feel relaxed around me?" mom asked.

"Yes, I do." I answered with an obvious surprise on my face. 

"What makes you feel relaxed?" she asked further.

"It's just the way we are with each other. You don't take offence at anything and you are really a wonderful person. I enjoy no matter what we do and I enjoy your company."

"When are you most relaxed?"

"When I do something I am not sure about and you show no disapproval." I said.

"Ok." Mom looked at me. "You should know that by now any way that your initiatives will never meet disapprovals." She tried to convince me with her sincere smile.

The next letter was H for mom. She wrote down S-I-G-H. 

"What gets you to sigh?" I asked her.

"When you do things without hesitation and you express yourself to me, especially in a physical manner, that makes me sigh cause I know it comes from your heart. Like when you hug me on your own initiative, or you kiss me."

"Do you like it?" I asked her with a calm voice.

"I love it." She replied just as calmly. "Duh." She giggled.

I smiled at her.

I rolled an E. So I decided to be brave. I wrote down E-J-A-C-U-L-A-T-E.

Mom looked at me with a raised brow. "When was the last time you did that?"

I was taken aback by the frankness of mom's attitude.

"A few days ago." I replied.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Good." She just said matter-of-factly.

Then she rolled an N, thought about it for a while and wrote down NAUGHTY.

"You like to be naughty don't you?" I smiled at her.

"Oh yes I do. Especially with you." She giggled.

"Why?"

"Because I know you like it and you don't feel embarrassed by it."

"When was the last time you were naughty with me?"

"A few days ago." She just smiled looking straight at me.

I looked at her. Then I realised what she meant.

"You didn't." I was so shocked at her.

She nodded. "E-J-A-C-U-L-A-T-E." and she fell out laughing.

"You are so naughty. I am going to get back to you on that." I realised she had teased me and made me desperate the last time I had to help myself.

"Promises, promises." She winked at me. "Oh I love this game." She giggled with a girlish laugh.

"I bet you do." I said, shaking my head.

I rolled next and it came up with L. I put down L-U-S-T.

"Do you feel that at times?" mom asked me softly.

"A lot of the times. That's why the E-J-A-C-U-L-A-T-E." I said calmly.

"Girlfriends are no good?"

"They are too young to understand me." I just said calmly looking straight at her gazing deep in her eyes.

"I know what you are saying." She stroked my thigh. "You need an older woman." She giggled.

She then rolled a V. Her mind raced around to think of a word. I kept looking at her. Then suddenly her eyes blew up and she smiled. I dreaded what she had thought about. She bit her lip under her teeth and winked at me. She wrote down V-A-G-I-N-A. I just shook my head with disbelief.

I looked at her. She waited patiently anticipating the question. Her eyes were challenging me now to move ahead and loose my inhibitions.

"Do you like it shaved or natural?" I just made a straight face and asked her with calm voice.

She looked at me and smiled. "I don't shave it right now, I just trim it once in a while. But I would love to shave it too if need be. What do you think?" she looked back at me with a piercing gaze.

"Oh no. You don't get to ask me the question. It is not your turn." I wanted to prevent her getting to me.

"Oh come on. We are having fun aren't we?"

"But then you are bending the rules."

"Does it matter if it is just between us?"

I looked at her and she raised her brow in inquiry as she smiled. "You are enjoying this aren't you?"

"Ok. Well I like it shaved." I smiled trying to save myself from blushing. 

"Thank you. See that wasn't difficult was it?"

"No. But this is the last time we will bend the rules for this game. Let's play fair shall we?"

"Oh come on Mr. Right. Loosen up." She giggled girlishly stroking my thigh again.

I rolled an A and after a while of thinking I put down LABIA.

Mom looked impressed. "What have you felt them with?"

"Felt them with my fingers. And with my thingie a few times now. Oh and my lips." I pressed my blushing in my smile. 

Mom smiled. "Thingie?" 

"You know what I mean," I tried to save the embarrassment.

"What do you like to call it?"

"Penis." I muttered.

"There you go", she smiled. "Did it feel good?" she pressed on.

I nodded and said, "heavenly. I liked it with all the three. But I guess I like it better on my fingers. Don't women like it best with the tongues?"

"Oh baby if you ask me, I would consider myself lucky if I had any one of them," she smiled.

Then mom rolled an I. My heart was now beating faster. By now I guess I had began to read her mind. She looked at me, blushed and without looking at me she put down I-N-T-I-M-A-C-Y. I was surprised but tried not showing it. 

Her thoughts were a puzzle to me now. So after carefully thinking about the word I asked her, "What is most important for you about intimacy?"

She thought for a while and then said, "Compliance from the heart. I like it when things flow like fluid and are smooth as silk. Spontaneity counts a lot and when two people can make each other happy, without making effort, that is bliss. What about you?" 

"Bending the rules are we again?" I smiled.

"Compliance." She smiled.

"I guess you will think I am a typical male if I told you what I feel about it."

"Truth is always better than oblivion."

"Ok then. I feel that when spontaneity is met with true compliance, it leads to intimacy."

"You are right." She smiled. 

"About what? The former or the latter?"

"Both. But then add some compatibility and you have a good thing going."

"What do you mean?"

"If you feel your opinion makes you a typical male, my opinions make me a woman. How about that?" she winked at me.

I then rolled an F. So I went for it and put down F-U-C-K. 

Mom made a straight face and asked, "What is your favourite position?"

"To tell you the truth, I haven't had it in that many positions and I have only read about a few different positions. I am a beginner at this."

Mom smiled and stroked my hand to comfort me. 

"I haven't had much luck either." She smiled. "You at least remember the last time you had it. I don't." she smiled sheepishly. 

I felt for her and hugged her for a moment. As we broke the hug, I kissed her cheek gently.

"You shouldn't be on your own. You don't deserve it." I said to her.

"I will certainly like it if it changes." With that she looked deep in my eyes with great warmth. I just stroked her face in reply.

She then rolled a T. She smiled and wrote down C-L-I-T.

"That's not the full word." I protested.

"That's a slang and that's good for me." She smiled shrugging her shoulders.

I just shook my head again as I smiled at her and then I asked her, "Do you like to have it licked or fingered?"

"Both!" she replied with big bright eyes. "I don't remember how either of it feels like. It has been a while now that anyone has done it for me."

"Well..." I sighed.

"I need help." Mom sighed back looking deep in my eyes again.

"I know." I smiled.

I rolled an E and I decided to turn the game around a bit. So I wrote down MASTERBATE.

"Do you do it often?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied looking straight in her eyes.

"In bed or in the bathroom?"

"Either. I just do it when I am desperate." I replied. "What about you?"

"Sometimes. But it never fulfils my thirst." She said reluctantly.

"I know what you mean."

"You shouldn't be saying it. You have had girlfriends." She exclaimed.

"You don't realise that I am not happy with younger girls." I just looked at her.

"You need someone special, someone who understands your needs."

"Yes." And I just looked at her.

She stroked my face. By now our eyes were doing all the talking.

Then she rolled a J. After a while of thinking I said, "may be there is no word for it." But she didn't give up. At last she put down JUXTAPOSE. 

"I'm impressed." I said.

"Thank you."

"What do you like about it?"

"I like to sleep next to you. I like it when you hold me in the spoon position."

"Why?" I inquired with curiosity.

"I feel safe and I feel close to you." Mom replied with warmth in her eyes.

"I like it too. It feels loved."

"We should do that often then." Mom suggested. 

"Sure. I think it will do us both good." I laughed.

I rolled a Z. Mom smiled. "You have got a tough cookie."

After a while I put down ZEST.

"Impressive."

I smiled back.

"What would you consider you have the biggest zest for – life, love or lust?"

After careful consideration I said "Lust."

"Why lust?" she asked inquisitively.

"I guess if you think about the wording of your question, zest is strong passionate thirst. And I have your love so I am not really aching for it cause I'm not deprived of it. I have it when I need it. I am too young to be passionate about life since I have not lived truly yet. And for my age, as you may be aware, I miss out on the lust very much. And that thirst is hard to pacify."

"You are a thinker. You weigh your thoughts carefully." Mom looked at me deep into my eyes.

I just smiled.

"I like that in a person." She said. "It shows integrity and substance. It tells me you won't do something on impulse."

"That's right." I agreed. "I usually think twice before I do anything. And then when I do it I take full responsibility if I choose to do it."

"No regrets?" she questioned.

"Nope. I don't believe in regrets. Limited wisdom in judgement may be but no regrets."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I can only make a decision to the best of my ability and with the information I have at that time. Few moments down the road, I could look back and think better ways I could had done it. But that is after getting wiser. So I don't like to regret my past. Just learn from it."

"With everything?"

"Yep."

"I'm glad you are so clear in your thoughts." She just sighed. "I now see why you aren't happy with younger girls." She smiled.

She then rolled a G and smiled and quickly wrote down G-S-P-O-T.

"I have heard much about it. But I don't really know what it is?"

"It is supposed to be the erogenous zone deep inside a woman's vagina. It is said to be just as sensitive as the clitoris."

"Haven't you been stimulated there yet?" 

"Nope." She sighed.

"And you cannot reach there when you 'help yourself'?" I asked.

"Nope. It is left to the courtesy of the man and the pleasure of the woman." 

I rolled an R. Taking this chance I wrote down VIBRATOR.

"Have you used one?" she asked.

"Yes."

"On your girlfriend I guess." She was surprised.

"Yes."

"How did it feel? For you I mean." She asked.

"I liked pleasuring her."

"You didn't derive pleasure?"

"I like to please." I smiled. "Seeing her pleased made me happy."

"Isn't she the lucky one." My mom exclaimed.

"Was, not is. I am not with her anymore."

"What happened?"

"Same thing. Too immature."

"You certainly have a thing for older women, don't you?"

"Yes I do. I do value our relationship for the same reason. What we have between us is very important to me."

"It is important to me too." Mom stroked my face. 

"I wouldn't want anything to come between us." I said with sincere feelings.

"Nothing will. I promise." Mom said softly while caressing my cheek. Then she kissed me on my cheek.

She then rolled an N. After a little thought she smiled and wrote down NUDITY.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"I have done it before. When you were not here, I used to be nude in the house at times. Not in winter but in summer."

"Would you like to try it again now?"

"I wouldn't want to create embarrassment."

"What if you didn't?"

"Then I don't mind. Do you like nudity?"

"Mm. I don't know. I think I like partial nudity rather than full. I like to leave a bit to the imagination. But then I haven't seen you in the nude." I smiled with a very intentional look on my face.

"You never know what you will find out" Mom smiled back.

I then rolled a B and wrote down BREASTS.

"What do you think of mine?" she blushed and asked coyly. 

"They are lovely."

"Have you fondled breasts yet?"

"Yes but not as big as yours."

"What is it that you like about big breasts?"

"I like the cleavage and the bust in general. I guess I am a man and I don't have them. So that makes it an attraction for me."

"I think I know what you mean. And let me tell you, I find your gazes flattering."

I looked at mom in disbelief. "It's ok." She gently stroked my thigh again.

"I think you are beautiful." I tried to justify myself.

"And you are just wonderful."

She rolled an H and wrote HEAD.

"And it is in the adult context mind you, if you know what I mean" She reminded me.

"Do you like to give it or receive it?" I asked.

"I have not had one given to me, at least not that I remember of. I am a pleaser. Just like you. So I have given them at times. Have you had one given to you?"

"Yes. Once. But it didn't feel that good."

"May be you need someone who truly knows how to please you."

"May be." I smiled and I stared at her.

"I wouldn't know if I am good at it until I tried. But I am a pleaser so I guess I will learn quickly."

"This game is really good", mom said. "Look how far we have come."

"I have realised that."

"Do you wish to continue?" she asked.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"Sure. Bring it on baby." Mom giggled. "How about making the questions a bit direct and personal this time?"

"Ok." I smiled. "If you want them to."

So I rolled another letter. This time it was N. I wrote down SEDUCTION. 

"Do you like to do it or do you like to be done to you?" she asked.

"I would say I like to be seduced. I am not a good seducer."

"I wouldn't like to seduce." She said suddenly becoming serious.

"Why not?"

"I would like to think one would want to have pleasure out of one's wish or choice rather than someone tempting them through some illusion or trick. For me seduction is like hypnotism."

"What if that's me you are trying to seduce?"

"I wouldn't seduce you. I wouldn't want to. I would feel guilty. I would feel guilty that I have influenced you and deprived you of your right to choose and decide for yourself."

"What if I want you to?"

"Then you just have what you are after. Either you ask for it and have it and if it is not given just take the answer and be ok with it. Then you don't need one person seducing the other. Seduction sounds more one sided and selfish."

"So you think one partner should not seduce another?"

"Oh no. We weren't talking about partners. I thought we were talking about two people before they become partners. Of course within partners it is lovely."

"So you do like it then."

"Yes. I like it if it is used in the correct context and in a deeply formed relationship. Otherwise it looses its sensuality and rather gets tainted with selfishness. Before there is true partnership in place, I think seduction is out of place. I would not try it with someone I loved deeply and I wanted them to love me. Love has to happen naturally out of the two people's own wishes. It should not be artificially created through seduction."

Then she rolled a Y. She wrote down COMPLY.

"Do you like to comply?" I asked

"Yes I do. I like to think myself as an object of desire - to be enjoyed without reservations." She blushed.




Heavenly Love Ch. 05



"Would it matter what time or place it was?"

"Not for the right man. I like to go along and please him in any situation. Ready 24/7." She giggled.

"Would you comply with everything?" I asked.

"Yes. No exceptions."

I rolled a W. I wrote down WILLING.

"Are you willing to stretch your thoughts and curb your inhibitions?" mom asked me.

"I might if there is a willing partner to reciprocate. I wouldn't want to ruin things though."

"What do you mean?"

"I consider that matters of the heart have to be dealt with hands of petals so nothing gets broken."

"I know what you are saying."

"Patience is virtue and with such things it is most essential."

"But then how would the other person know you are ok with things?"

"I guess they would have to know depending on how I reciprocate."

"But then that's one sided. Wouldn't you think taking initiatives would show your intensions too?"

"I guess so." I nodded. At this time we were staring at each other deep in the eyes.

"I wouldn't like being rejected with any of my advances or intentions and initiatives." I said softly. My eyes were lowered for a brief moment. Mom took my face in between her palms and looked deep in my eyes.

She softly said, "When you dance well as a pair, you don't make sudden movements. The feet move like flowing water. And if you dance well as a pair, you know the next move and you don't fall out of step. Whether you lead or follow."

"Yes. That's it then isn't it? It is getting the dance right and for that I would need a good dance partner, someone who knows me, knows my tastes, my needs, and who is willing to dance with me." I smiled. 

"I think I know just the person." She just smiled at me.

She rolled an M and looked at me with a glow in her eyes. As she wrote down the word she looked at me.

She had written M-E. We sat there looking at each other for a while. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"This game has been quiet enlightening." Mom said. 

"Yes it has."

"You must be hungry. Shall we eat something?"

"Good idea."

We both went to the kitchen. While mom heated the meals I prepared the table. Both of us were quiet for a while. 

During the meal we made small talk. The game had put us into a very different mood. We didn't know how to react. 

"What shall we do tomorrow?" I asked.

"What would you like to do?" mom asked me.

"What would you like?" I asked her back.

"Why not we play another of these games. They seem pretty interesting."

"Sure. May be by morning, I will think of a few too." I smiled. 

"That would be nice if you think of something."

After the meals were over we sat in the lounge watching TV for a while. 

"Do you remember the time when we slept here on Christmas?" mom asked me.

"Yes I do."

"I loved it. I still remember the night. I felt so warm next to you." She sighed.

"Would you like to do that again this time?"

"I do."

"Come on then. We will sleep here tonight." I smiled at her. 

"would you like to get changed for the night?" she asked me. "I will get the duvet for us."

"You get changed and I will set the duvet." I smiled at her. 

"Okey dokey." She got excited.

When she entered the living room, she was pleased to see me. I had lit some candles and placed them around. The fireplace was toned down and the floor was covered with duvet and two pillows.

I lay on the floor under the duvet. I saw she was wearing her satin robe. I didn't see any bra underneath. I couldn't tell if she had panties on. After moisturising her hands, she crawled in. 

"Shall we talk for a while? I love talking to you." She said. "We could talk ourselves to sleep like last time." 

"Sure." I handed her a glass of hot chocolate and waited for her to slide under the duvet. 

We talked about a few things. Every time we paused, the room was filled with a very sweet silence. It seemed like the silence was whispering in the darkness. Then one of us would start a new thread of conversation very softly. The more we talked the more sensual the atmosphere was getting to be. Her eyes glistened in the shimmering firelight. Her pupils were dilated. I couldn't figure out if it had been for the light or the night. But whatever her reasons, she looked beautiful. Her hair flowed gently on her neck. She played with it as she spoke to me. 

Finally, mom lay down and felt her eyes getting heavy. I lay down too. We faced each other for a while. Then mom turned around and asked me to hold her. She moved close to me and pressed her back on my chest. I wrapped her with my arm and cuddled her. 

"Oh this feels good." She sighed. "This feels like the last time."

I hugged her and she stroked my hand gently. All the time she was caressing my skin. After a while of lying close together I could feel her satin on my skin. Her warm tenderness started melting my skin and the memories of the last time hit my mind. I nestled some kisses on her neck and she tingled with excitement. She moved closer to me and stroked my hand in acknowledgment. As she wriggled in my hug, her bum was pressing on my prick getting my prick to stand to attention. All these stimuli were telling her that things were hotting up. I squeezed her in my hug and she succumbed by pulling me close. She wanted to wrap herself in my hug. I calmed down and lay still for a while. I didn't want things getting carried away too fast. 

We must have fallen asleep. In the night I woke up just like before and I felt her body close to mine. She felt like a hot water bottle. The duvet was pushed down a bit and my hug had loosened. My hand was still around her hips. 

As I woke up I realised mom was half asleep too. She had been making small intermittent movements slowly in her sleep, shifting herself against my body. Her robe had come undone in the front. I raised my head and looked over her face. She seemed asleep. So I touched her tummy and felt her bare skin. As I moved my hand on her hips, I felt her bum cheek through the robe to realise that she was wearing panties. I stroked her bum and thigh. I didn't want to wake her up. But I think since she was half asleep she reacted to my touch. Her movements were slow and sluggish due to the sleep and yet they seemed to encourage me. As she pressed her back on my chest, she raised her arm and leaned on me while slowly turning around. That made me roll on my back and she followed. She seemed to have stirred for a while but then went back to sleep. Since her back was on my chest, I was hugging her around the tummy. I could see the robe had parted to expose her boobs. I moved my hand to hug her around her bust. As I moved my palm on them I gently cupped one breast in my hand. At that she slid her one arm at the back around my neck. Her other hand was placed on top of mine and she seemed to respond to my touch in her sleep. She was stretched out partly on top of me.

I gently moved my leg and crossed it over her leg. Her legs were parted and bent at the knees. That made her thighs spread out. I could now move my hand all over her front. I slid my hand through her parted robe and caressed her tummy. I moved my hand all over her chest and boobs. She responded by gently moving about and stroking my hand in her sleep. I even caressed her thigh. As I moved my hand over her tummy on to her thigh, I must have grazed her crotch over the panty. That must have sent ripples in her body cause she stirred up a bit in response and stroked my hand and wrapped her other arm around my neck at the back and stretched herself for me. 

My prick was pressing under her thigh. My arousal would have been evident to her if she had been awake. But she seemed to be sleepy for that. I so much wanted to stroke her panty and feel her labia. But I thought otherwise and decided to hold on to that thought for later. I lay still for a while and I must have fallen back to sleep.

The next thing I remember was being touched at my crotch. I was half asleep and I could feel mom's hand caressing my thigh and my erection through my pjs. I was not wearing any underwear so it was quiet evident I was hard. She kept moving and caressing my chest and then my crotch. She didn't grip or stroke it. She just moved her palm around it and touched it with her palm. Her one leg kept sliding against my leg. She was breathing heavy in her sleep. At least that is what I thought she was – half asleep. I moved my arm and hugged her to show approval. That made her caress my crotch even more. As she felt my erection she must have moved cause I felt a kiss on my cheek and then on my lip. I reacted in half sleep by caressing her back and her hair. I hugged her gently around her hips. 

In half sleep I must have turned on my side cause I hugged her in my arms and we were facing one another lying on our sides. With our faces so close, I could feel her breath on my cheek. I felt her lips close to mine and I must have responded by kissing her back. By now all of this seemed like a dream because I was so sleepy and yet all the arousal had made me respond with instinct. My lips met hers gently and slowly and it seemed a long soft kiss. We didn't move our lips. They just touched and rested on each other. The kiss was soft, long and sensual. 

I remember my arms moving around her as she moved to respond to me. She moved in closer to me, hugging me and pulling me closer. Her reaction grew stronger and as she kissed me back her breathing was now heavier. She pressed me down on my back and made me roll slightly on my back as she moved in on me, continuing to kiss me as we hugged each other. The kisses were gentle and slow and more like pecks because I don't recall our tongues touching. For a while she buried her face in my neck and kissed me there a few times until she lay still again. As I rolled on my back fully, I was beginning to drift back to sleep. At that she pulled the duvet and snuggled close to me in my arm. The next thing I remember was when I woke up in the morning to find my mom still in my arms asleep. Her robe had parted enough for me to feel her breast on my chest. Her warm breath on my neck wasn't helping my morning erection to subside and she was fast asleep.

I quietly slipped out from under the duvet. I went to the kitchen and quickly whipped some scrambled eggs and toast, with two mugs of hot chocolate for us. When I entered the living room she was still asleep. So I lay the breakfast on one side of the duvet and sat next to her on the other side. By now she was on her back and still asleep. I lowered my lips and kissed her gently on the lip to wake her up. She lay still so I softly caressed her face and ran my hand through her hair. She seemed to stir up. Looking sleepy she saw me and smiled. 

"There is breakfast in bed." I smiled at her.

She looked around and sighed, "Oh you are so wonderful." 

"Come on then. Else it will go cold."

That morning we enjoyed the breakfast in bed. 

Later we had a fun time watching some comedy movies on video. And the evening went by with us driving around the town and settling in for the dinner. 

"So what do we do for new year's eve?" my mom asked me.

"I don't know. What's on your mind?"

"I don't mind at all. I was just thinking may be we could make it memorable."

"How?"

"Doing something nice together."

"Sure. You know I am game any time." I smiled.

"It would be nice to see the New Year bring new moments with it." Mom said. 

"Anything on your mind?" I asked.

"You need to come up with something now." Mom insisted.

"Like what?" I asked

"I don't know. But you should think about something for once. I suggested the scrabble game. So now its your turn." Mom insisted.

"I will have to think of something." I said. "I cannot just cook something in an instant."

"Well then start thinking." Mom smiled.

to be continued...



Heavenly Love Ch. 06



Thank you all for the feedback for my last chapter.

I did set up a virtual game for the word scrabble using a spreadsheet. So it was nice of some to observe the reality of the game. I wanted a bit of realism to it. Actually I have developed a lot of games on those lines. 

I realise that some of you are getting impatient (even annoyed) at the pace of the story. I started writing this story to create something beautiful, and hopefully realistic. So it needs its due time to develop.

Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. I had to take time to develop the story. Hope the wait was worth it. I would like to hear from women about their comments on the story and how it is developing.

As usual, please read the chapters in series in chronological order if you have stumbled on this one first.

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Things took a turn after the game. But I didn't know they would turn for the best.

She stopped being touchy-feely. She would initiate it very rarely. But if I did touch her, she responded with sensual compliance. She succumbed to my every move and responded to me with feminine subtlety. She still continued wearing her 'turn-on' clothes. So I had to react at times to calm myself down.

Sometimes in the kitchen I used to hug her from the back, and stay that way for long time. We used to continue talking while she worked. I used to place my chin on her shoulder. At times I used to press my cheek on her cheek, while hugging her from the back. Those were the times that were particularly 'hot'. With all the moving and shifting while she worked, her bum used to rub and press on my pelvis getting me hard. Sometimes, I used to gently press my pelvis on her bum to see her reaction. Sometimes she used to 'ignore it' and carry on working as though she had not noticed it. At other times, she used to respond by a lot of subtle ways – caressing my hand, or my cheek, or simply pressing her bum on my pelvis to experience my pleasure. It was not what she did in her response, but the gentle and subtle manner in which she did it that was more sensual than the response itself. Without being obvious, it was a gentle hint of encouragement. 

Every time I was close to her, I could smell her wonderful fragrance. I loved playing with her hair and she loved it too. So we used to sit in front of the TV for long times and I did her hair. Her hair was long, past the shoulders and I loved it. 

For a few weeks, mom woke up late for weekends. I had taken that opportunity to cook her some nice hot morning breakfast. The third time, she said, "I miss you in the morning if I wake up early so I was sleeping late. If you are going to wake up earlier, I will wake up early too."

"Why didn't you wake me then?"

"I don't like to. I like to see you take rest at least during the weekends."

"I like to serve you your favourite breakfast in bed." I smiled.

"I would rather spend time with you." She smiled.

"Tell you what. For the next time, if I am asleep and you miss me, you can always crawl into the bed and lie with me. How about that?"

"I had thought about that but then I didn't want to wake you up."

"What better way to wake up than next to you?" I smiled at her.

"That sounds nice. I will do that. You can do that too. That way I know how much you miss me." She smiled with wide eyes.

"I will". I smiled back. "Next time you can have me for breakfast."

"Oh don't even go there." She giggled.

After that conversation, I slipped into her bed on one occasion when she was still asleep. I lay next to her under the sheet and held her from the back and spooned her. 

"I could never wake up if we did this", she purred.

"You don't have to", I replied cuddling her in my arms. 

"This is some breakfast."

"I knew you would like it. When do I get some?"

"Whenever you sleep late."

"What about at other times?" I asked. "Do we have to have only breakfast?"

"Not at all. What do you have in mind?" she gently turned around and looked at me deep in the eyes.

I wasn't sure if I should have said what I said then, but I think it was good enough for her.

"Since you have said you like being spooned, I was thinking we could to do that at times when we sleep at night. Like during weekends when we don't have to get up early."

"I would love that. It is always nice to feel you close to me."

She turned around and pushed herself in my hug. I hugged her gently, being aware of the sheer thinness of clothes that were keeping our touches at bay.

During the next few months we took turns slipping under the sheet in each other's beds. More so, mom came over a little more than I went to her – primarily because I slept till late more than she did. Or may be it was her way to get close to me. Because at times, she used to slip into my bed at about 6am in the morning – too early for me to call that wake up time on a weekend. And then she would sleep till late in my bed with me, so I had to lie in the bed with her till she woke up. Well, it wasn't that I HAD to. I liked her presence next to me in my bed. I used to be hard during those times of the day in particular and having her lie next to me would fuel any remaining desires. 

When she spooned me, she usually held me on my chest and pressed her breasts on my back. Her one leg used to slip in between my legs and I used to feel her tender warm touch all over my body. When she occasionally stroked my bare chest from underneath the t-shirt, it would send chills down my spin because I would get me so hard. 

Spooning her would be more disastrous. Her nightdress used to crawl up her hips at times and I would get to feel her thighs on mine. Her bum would press on my pelvis sending my prick to stand up hard. My only option to hold her in the front would be to hug her on her tummy. But she would encourage me to hold her on her bust by pulling my hand across with her hand. She had stopped wearing bras when she slept. So I could feel the tenderness of her boobs on my hand like a soft butter through her top. Her shoulders would entice me to plant a few kisses randomly when her fragrance would get too much to bear. Her panties were getting to be thinner and shorter with the cuts getting deeper and higher on the bum. I was dreading the time when she would think of wearing thongs. 

During the summer, something happened that turned our lives around a corner. 

For a whole week, the temperatures soared and the heat was unbearable. When we used to get home, we would take cold showers to cool us and then I dressed only in my shorts with nothing on the top. This happened two days consecutively. 

"I feel so hot. This heat is killing me." My mom sighed once when she came back from work.

"Why don't you dress light?" I added innocently.

She looked at me for a moment. "You won't mind?"

I looked at her with a serious face. "Someone is forgetting their promise. Nothing should embarrass either of us right?"

"Thank you my love. I know I can be relaxed around you. I was just checking."

"You shouldn't have to." I said with a straight face.

"Give me a kiss." She beckoned me to come close.

I kissed her on the lip and hugged her to reassure her.

She got up and went in the bathroom. When she came into the lounge, she was wearing a two-piece bikini. I thought time had run through a black hole because I never realised I had died and gone to heaven in such a short space of time. She looked like a goddess. But as always, she was wearing a thin see-through sarong. That partially veiled her bum cheeks and her warmth between those beautiful thighs. She not only looked seductive, but very sexy. 

Seems like she had done something more than just dress down. She had thrown a light in the gasoline. She had shown me a new door that I could open. I was more than willing to access it let alone just open it. 

For the next few days we feasted our hearts by eating each other while we enjoyed the summer heat. The days would be lit with summer sun, while our heats were heated with the hidden passion. I tried a few tricks that I could. Once I only wore the shorts, without any briefs underneath. I think in hindsight, it was more like a torture than tease. Because I could feel my hard prick rub bare on the shorts from the inside, because the fore skin was pulled back because of the erection. I had to shift all day long to ease the sensation. I think mom must have realised that she had beaten me at my game because she was doing everything to keep me hard. She wore the push up bra rather than the usual bikini bra. I thought I was going to cum in my shorts when I saw her step in front of me with those babies smiling at me. The cleavage seemed so delicious I could have just licked it for hours. I could not stop staring at them all the time I looked at her. She was too polite to not take offence because I was talking to them all the time. She used to crack a joke at times to tease me, "My eyes are itching. Care to take a look?" or "Do you like my mascara?" typically when she wasn't wearing mascara. Once she asked me, "Do I still have a pimple here?" 

"Pimple? What pimple?" I asked.

"Oh I had one. It must have gone now. Guess you never noticed it huh!" and she giggled.

One hot afternoon she had the nerve to wear a thong underneath the sheer thin sarong. I could see the luscious bum and the buns were more than appetising. I don't know how I controlled myself from touching and caressing them. Having said that, I did manage to hug her from behind and press my erection on them to let her know about the bliss I was enjoying. She was more than pleased to acknowledge. Once or twice, she even went as far as bending in front of me while I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I nearly gasped aloud because I could see the small curves of her pussy lips, hiding behind that G-string. Although I had very little time to glance at it, she made sure I had seen it because she did notice the awe in my gaze and the raised cannon on my tank. 

"You ok there, honey?" she wanted to tease me.

"I'm ok" I lied.

I think, coincidentally, we both had decided to tease each other that day and I was 'tortured' because of my 'growth'. I wondered how she managed to keep her calm all day knowing she was winning and I had a boner waiting in my shorts.

The next day, I decided to show her some of her own kind, so I dressed in boxer shorts with loose fit and they were short on the length. I made sure I had no briefs underneath and I made no effort to hide the erection. In fact I wasn't erect. I was just flashing it though the loose boxers every time I sat down in front of her. I would prop my leg up on the couch so my prick would be visible through the gaps. I would cross my legs and I would be able to flash some of my bum cheek. I didn't pull them down if they crawled up when I sat down. I knew I was winning this time because she stroked my thigh a lot that day. Her hand moved gently and slowly as she traced my thigh closer to my pelvis. Her caress was so 'casual' that I was more turned on by her subtle hunger than her sensual caress. 

One day I was shuffling some cards after I had found a deck of cards in my room. I was sitting in the lounge and was just trying out a few things while mom was in her room clearing some things. When she came into the lounge she noticed me playing with the cards. 

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just trying out a few things. I was thinking of creating some games we can try out later."

"And?" her eyes lit up.

"I have found a few things we can try. I know you don't want the old things. So I have cooked up some new games we can try."

"Give me a minute. I will be right there." She said with elation in her voice.

After a while she sat in front of me on the couch. 

"Ok. Let's see what you have come up with."

I smiled at her. "It is nothing special. It is just something I have cooked up by applying some probability and mathematics."

"Sounds fair enough for us to try." She smiled in her cheek.

So I explained the game to her - Four of a kind. It was basically a boiled down version of poker, with similar rules. Except, it was to be played with four cards dealt to each player and only few combinations were allowed – 

* all four suites - one card from each suite 

* same value card of all the suites

* a mixed suite sequence

* a pure sequence

I also explained to her that some arrangements had more probabilities than others, but since it was also a matter of luck it all depended on the cards you were handed out and the strategy used for each deal. Each player took turns to pick a card from the remaining deck, and either discards the card, or keeps it and discards one from the hand. I also told her that since it ought to be interesting, it all depended on us on how we tailor the game so as to make it longer, shorter easier or difficult depending on how interesting we would like to make it. 

After a while of discussions, and giggling and smiling, we started to play a few rounds. Mom quickly got the hang of it. She was enjoying it and was getting excited. 

"This is great. And you say you just cooked it?"

"Yes. Just now while I was fooling around with the cards."

"I wonder what you would come up if you would fool around with me'" she looked at me with tease in her eyes.

I just smiled. 

"So shall we start and wager something?"

"Ok. What do you suggest?"

"I'm curious to hear your suggestion. Let's start with something beyond the usual stripping thing."

"I was going to suggest just that."

"Oh come on. That is what I mean. You got to tell me what you would do further if you got me naked. What happens then?" she looked straight in my eyes.

"You want something to happen?" I looked at her with my heart beating out of my chest.

"Hello. Something would be nice. You cannot just get me naked and leave me like that to dress up again. That is no fun is it?"

"Well what do you suggest?" I looked at her sheepishly.

"I want you to tell me one of your ideas, Mr. Genius." She teased me again.

I thought for a while. Then I looked at her. She was looking at me with impatient eyes.

"I have an assignment I am half way through. It is for an arts class. I think I could ask for your help."

"Sounds interesting. Go on. What kind of help?"

"I am writing a portfolio on Sensuality. I have collected a lot of pictures, on Sensual art and I am creating an essay. I guess I could benefit if you posed for me for a few pictures."

"Nude?" 

"Um. Nude, semi-nude. Basically sensual."

"Would you need my identity in the pictures or can you keep that discreet?"

"I can use discreet shots. And I can use facial shots separately so the link cannot be made."

She looked at me. Then said, "It is a deal but I will trust you explicitly on that."

I thought my chest would blow like the Alien movies. I couldn't believe she had agreed for that. 

"What would you like to do?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she didn't get my question. 

"If you win and you get me naked, what would like to do?"

"I will let you know if that happens."

"That's not fair. I have told you what I would like to do."

"Life isn't fair my darling. But still we enjoy it." She shrugged her shoulders.

I just had to accept it. 

"Come on. Who deals first?" mom asked getting excited.

"I don't mind. If you want you can."

"Ok. I will deal the cards. Here goes." She shuffled the cards and handed out four to each of us. She put the rest in the middle.

I lost the first game. She smiled at me with hungry eyes. As I took of my shirt I realised we had different number of clothes on each of us. She had four items and I had only three. 

"We didn't start with the same number of clothes. We need to have same number of clothes."

"Oh be quiet. This game has just gotten interesting." She was jumping with joy to see my bare chest. "Come on Mr. Genius. You can show your intelligence a bit." She teased me.

"You are bad." I sulked.

"Oh baby, I'm very bad." She laughed while teasing me. 

I saw her feasting on my bare chest. It did seem to work because I won the next round. Off came her top. Underneath was her lacy bra with the cleavage smiling at me. Her boobs looked extra delicious. But I wanted to focus on my game cause I was two away from being naked. But I did feast on her cleavage in a very obvious way and distracted her. 

I won the next game again. She got shocked at her loss. 

"I thought they would do the trick", she sulked at me while pointing to her boobs.

"They did. They increased my determination to get you naked." I smiled.

"Oh really? Well we will see about that." She seemed determined to win.

She sat with her bra and pants on. She looked ravishingly delicious. I could hardly focus on my cards. She kept leaning forward and flashing her cleavage at me. During the game she kept crossing her legs slowly while flashing her thighs. All of this was taking its toll on my concentration. Meanwhile she seemed very relaxed.

I lost the third game.

"I don't believe this." I was shocked.

"Believe it or not. Just strip for now." She was dying of hunger to see my shorts come off.

I stripped and sat down in my underwear. It had French cuts and showed a good bulge. 

I could see her eyes feasting on my bulge. 

I decided to use that as distraction and tease her. So I sat with my legs crossed on the couch. 

I shifted my legs around and I made sure that the bulge showed prominently when I parted my thighs. All the movements and teasing paid off and she lost the game. My heart was pounding with joy. 

But to my astonishment she pulled down her pants and sat on the couch with her legs folded underneath her bum. She had chosen to take off her pants rather than her bra. I could not keep my heart to beat slower. I kept glancing at her thighs but her legs sheltered her labia from my sight. All I could see was the thighs closing together at the bum and the cleavage on the top. Both were lethal for my attention. I could see what she had done. And that realisation sent my prick to set up a tent in my pants. 

But she never once blinked her eyes. She seemed determined to win the game. She was concentrating really hard. I tried every trick on her. But she never got distracted. In the end I lost the game and I was shocked. I could not bring myself to strip any more. 

"Shall I do it for you?" she smiled at me.

"No. I will do it." I murmured.

As I stood up and slowly dragged my pants down, I could see her eyes shine with lust. 

"I still think this was unfair because we weren't wearing the same number of items." I was still sulking at her.

"Tell you what. I think it will be fair if I pose for your photo shoot." Mom looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes. "Will that make you happy?"

"Yes. It would." I was amazed at her decision. "But what about your condition? What were you going to have?"

"I will let you know about that after we are done with the shoot. For now, my condition is that we do the photo shoot with you like this." Her smile was from ear to ear as she ran her hungry eyes from top to bottom of my naked body.

"Ok." I blushed. "But then I will need you to pose nude too."

"That's ok. I will." She agreed without hesitation.

"It will be a while before I can get ready to shoot."

"Take your time. I will just wait and watch." She smiled again.

I went into my room and got my digital camera. I set up some lights in her room. I made up for drop screen and then I got the trial exposures. I asked her to pose for me with some nice clothes on. "You will have to change a few clothes. It will be best if we chose a few sets already."

"Make your choice. I don't mind what I wear." She succumbed.

I selected some really nice clothes. She always looked nice in a selected few. 




Heavenly Love Ch. 06



As I clicked a few pictures, I could see the photogenic features in her face. She was born to be admired. Her eyes were full of sensuality. She looked like a goddess and her aura was hypnotising. 

I couldn't help but click away. As she posed for me, I encouraged her while I clicked away. With every encouragement she got carried away deeper into the sensual realm. She started posing while she removed a few clothes herself. I tried all the different techniques and managed to capture her beauty. For a while it was getting too technical and she had to hold her pose for a long time, while I got my settings right. But she was very patient. She kept eating me all the while I was clicking her. I guess that is what motivated her to pose in the first place. 

I wanted to get her to pose nude and semi-nude. She seemed to have read my mind since she slowly transformed her poses as I clicked. As I began making technical adjustment in the poses for her nude shoots, I was aware that I was getting close to her. My erection was a great evidence of my arousal due to the closeness. But that just encouraged her to comply more subtly. No matter how long I took to compose the picture and how detailed I wanted it to be, she was patient because she focused on my erection all the while. 

Some of the spot light shots and the silhouettes were really sensual. I couldn't get enough of her. 

After a while I stopped and I said to her, "I think these should be enough."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"I don't mind posing again later if you want me to." She said in the most feminine compliance. 

"I think these will be good for now. Do you wish to see them while I transfer on my pc?"

"Sure."

She put on a silk robe and followed me into my room. "But you need to work just as you are." She reminded me.

I looked at her and accepted. 

After I had transferred all the pictures, I went through some of them again and isolated a few that I felt were really great. 

"I will work on these and use the rest after digitally editing them." I told her. 

"I would love to see your portfolio once it is complete."

"It will be done in the next few days. I would love to show it to you once it is completed."

We looked at each other in a moment of silence.

"What do you wish to do for now?" I looked at her and then myself.

"Oh. Right." She blushed. "I'm cold from the shoot and I'm sure you are too. Why don't we have a hot bath together?"

I realised what her thoughts were. My heart raced with excitement and I looked at her in the eyes.

She lowered her eyes momentarily at my semi-erect prick and shyly looked at me again. 

"Come on then." I complied. 

"How about after the dinner?" she suggested.

"Ok as you say."

"But you need to stay like this till we have a bath." She grinned.

I looked at her. She shrugged her shoulders. "I won, remember. And you have had your photo shoot."

I smiled in compliance. 

While we prepared the dinner, she ate her heart out on my naked torso. She could hardly swallow her meal that night. Lust was flowing from her eyes and passion was dribbling from her lips. I enjoyed the whole tease because I knew I had her where I could tease her.

After the meals, she said, "Let's not waste time clearing up. I will do that tomorrow."

"Ok." I smiled.

In the bathroom, she ran the hot and cold water. She poured some bath soap and ran up some nice bubbles. She lit a few candles and turned off the lights. The bathroom looked beautiful in the candlelight. 

"This is so picturesque." I commented. "I wish I could shoot some more pictures here."

"Not now. We can do that later some other time if you wish. For now I just want to have a nice bath." She sighed softly. 

She asked me to get in and relax in the water. 

The water was nice and hot. Just right. After I had settled in, she asked me to move up so she could sit behind me. She gently removed her robe and let it fall of on the floor. Then she let herself into the bath one leg after another and gently settled in behind me. As she sat down, she put her feet in the front around me, one from each side. Then she lay back and asked me to rest back in her arms. She hugged me from behind and I settled in her hug. 

The bath was big to accommodate both of us. The candlelight was spreading a warm glow and the fragrances of the bath bubbles were getting to me. The water was heating me up and her touch was like a flame. As she ran her hands all over me, she soaped me with the bubbles and the hot water. We just sat there while the silence shattered intermittently with the water splashes from her hands. She hugged me close to her several times. I let her do what she wanted. I complied with no resistance at all. I just lay there enjoying all that she was doing to me. 

As I was leaning back on her, she let her hand run over my chest and she gently lowered it on to my thigh. The touch was very stimulating and with all the caressing I had developed a very good boner by now. When she caressed my thigh, she grazed my erection and I heard a sigh in her breath. She wanted to touch it, but she kept avoiding it. To encourage her, I lay back more and relaxed in her arms and touched her hand. Taking this hint, she gently wrapped her hand around the prick and held it for a while. Then she slowly raised her hand with a loosened grip and gripping it gently again, stroked it down. She did it for several times. All the while the silence kept shattering with the occasional splash of the water. I felt really aroused and I think she felt it though the increased stiffness in my prick. 

"I had a lovely time today." She broke the silence while she was stroking my prick gently. 

"I am glad you say that. I thought it would be tiring. But to tell you the truth, I loved it too."

"There is nothing I wouldn't do for you." 

She stopped stroking my prick and returned her hand to hug me on my chest. "It is just that at times I am not sure about what you like."

"You don't have to please me all the time. You do more than enough for me already."

"I love you." She sighed.

"I know. And I love you too. That makes it even."

"It will never be even. Because I love you more." She hugged me firmly wrapping her arms around me. I could feel her breasts pressed on my back. she kissed me on my neck and held me firm for a while.

"No. I love you more." I stretched my arms at the back and wrapped them around her neck.

We stayed there for a while and let the moment soak with the sensuality we experienced between us. I wanted to let the moment freeze so that I could savour it all night. We weren't keen to tease each other any more. Now we wanted to please each other. 

to be continued...



Heavenly Love Ch. 07



Thank you for your emails and comments. I have appreciated every single one of them. I am glad that you appreciate my efforts.

I feel that the first times are the ones that are remembered most distinctly in one's life - like the first lie, first praise, first love, first breakup, first pleasure and pain, even the first orgasm. They imprint on our mind because we are young at the time of these experiences. The fact that we face it for the first time makes us vulnerable and hence makes it memorable for more than one reason because we are never the same after that. The revelations it creates in our minds help us to grow, in more than one ways. 

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The 'slavery' did little to calm us down. In fact it had opened a can of things we both were too young to handle. I was very nervous behaving around her and she was anxious of making any moves. Yet the whole episode had showed us a vision of life together we had never dreamed. It was exciting and enticing just as much as it was making both of us anxious about the future that was beckoning us. Hesitation was more due to uncertainty rather than denial. Little to say, the few weeks went very awkward.

But we did manage to spend some good time together and hug for a few instances. 

I came home one day with a big smile in my heart. I was apparently very poor to disguise or hide it since she asked me about it after dinner when we were trying to settle for the night sipping on our hot drinks. 

"So when are you going to tell me?" she asked me with a very subtle grin in her eyes.

"About what?" I tried to pretend.

"I don't know. That's what I would like you to tell me."

It was very hard to keep the smile in my heart and I think I must have let the cat out of the bag when I smiled in my lips. 

"You obviously have something you wish to say to me, but you are taking your time as usual to tease me."

I smiled again and tried to pretend very fruitlessly to deny there was anything. 

"Ok. Take your time." She shrugged her shoulders and lay down sipping her drink. 

I looked at her and she looked at me, straight into my eyes. Seemed like her aim to shoot me at sight was getting better each day and her shot was getting more lethal as we got closer. I looked at her and had to get up. 

"Give me a minute." I said to her with an expression of a looser. She had killed me with her feminine glance.

I walked to my room and went back to the lounge with a folder in my hand. She was still calmly looking at me walk to her. I gave her the folder and sat down. 

"What's this?" she seemed confused still.

"Have a look. I got an 'A' for it. It probably is due to your help."

As she glanced through she said, "Oh it's your portfolio you said you would work on."

I just smiled at her.

As she took time to go through it, I tried studying her eyes, on how they reacted to the pages as she turned them one after the other carefully. 

At a page, her lips moved and she smiled. A sigh may have escaped her breath but her eyes lit like the morning sky. 

"This is beautiful. Is that me?" she showed me the page and pointed at the pictures.

I just smiled and nodded.

"You are wonderful. I cannot imagine you could change them with such subtlety. You have done well." She smiled at me.

"I haven't edited them. In fact yours are the only ones I didn't edit."

She just looked at me with question marks on her face.

"What you see is what your are."

"You mean to say, 'what you see is what I see'."

"No. What you see there is what you are. I see you the way you are, for what you are."

She looked at me for moments. She gestured me to come and sit next to her.

As I sat close to her, she glanced in my eyes deeply for a moment, and she let her eyes fill with warm wetness. I couldn't bear it and I touched her hand. At that she let them flood and I could see a tear roll down her cheek.

She was the first to speak. "You are just too wonderful for me to deal with."

"You don't know how wonderful you are. I am just a mirror."

At that she slowly moved her lips closer to mine and planted a soft kiss. As she paused, she brushed her cheek with mine and hugged me close. Her arms wanted to wrap me all over her. 

"Your identity remains anonymous as I had promised." I said to her after we broke our hug.

She smiled. "What did you do with the other pictures?"

"I have deleted them." I just answered with a straight face.

"All of them? Why?"

"Too risky. I couldn't take the risk. And I thought to myself, 'Why would I need the pictures, when I have you'."

"True." She smiled. "I would love to pose for you whenever you need any pictures."

That sentence seemed like hot furnace melting the iron of my heart. I felt warmth building inside me, bubbles brewed inside my stomach, and my lungs filled with air and I gasped as though I was suffocating. Her desire to please overwhelmed me. 

"I click away every moment, everyday, with my eyes." I smiled with a wickedness to lighten the mood.

"I know you do. I was just referring to the times when I am not around." she smiled back.

At the beginning of Fall, the weather had turned rough. There were thunderstorms and it had poured heavily one day. I had spent time working in the garden. One morning I woke up feeling very tired. My body ached and I felt weak. The next day I had a soar throat and then it got worse by the minute. By the end of the day, my nose was running and I felt very ill. By the time mom was home, I was in my bed, and I didn't feel well. She took my temperature and she advised me to take rest. By next morning I wasn't well. In fact far from it, I was feeling worse. Now I was coughing too. I was poorly for the whole day. 

Mom called me in the afternoon from the office but I could barely talk to her. In the evening she drove me to the hospital and they diagnosed it to being flu. But along with that, I seemed to have caught a virus for the throat infection too. That had topped it all. I was given some medication to put me at ease. But that didn't help much. For the next whole week I suffered quiet terribly. During the afternoon mom used to come and visit me during her lunch break but most of the day I was asleep. I didn't eat much, because I had lost my appetite. My throat hurt like hell and I couldn't drink much. My taste buds were kinda lost. Anything I tried eating tasted awful. She managed to feed me some soup in the evenings and her caresses made me think of eating a few bites. But it was a long road for recovery. 

During the worst two days, I woke up in the middle of nightmares. During the whole day, as I tried to sleep, I dreamt that I was in isolated places, like a desert or at sea, alone and my mom was being taken away from me, in front of my eyes. It seemed like she was being 'escorted' away from me. Her expressions were of helplessness, as though it wasn't in her powers to stop from being taken away from me. All I could see were her tears. She wasn't pleased to be taken away from me. But her helplessness was evident in those tears. I saw myself just standing there watching it happen, without doing anything to prevent it. After she was gone, I could feel the devastation that would hit me. I would feel overwhelmed with grief of loosing her. And usually that would wake me up. I used to wake up sweating. 

If I tried to sleep again, this theme repeated several times during my sleep. Some times I would see her in an accident, and then at other times I would loose her in a big crowd. For two days I could not sleep for the fear of these nightmares. One evening when she was next to me on my bed, I told her that I couldn't sleep and that she shouldn't leave me. She reckoned I was not sleeping well from my poor diet. So she made every attempt in encouraging me to eat properly that night. I barely managed some food. She also suggested that I was imagining things because of the high fever I was running from time to time. That day she sat next to me and coaxed me to eat a bowl of soup, some vegetables and some rice. Her loving concern was evident and her plea for me to eat something couldn't keep my protests for long. I gave in to her love and affection and ate from her hand. 

The nightmares stopped after about a day later. Things also started changing and I started eating more. Mom was more than loving to take care of me. She used to check up on me every few times. Every time I received a kiss and a caress, her touch was tender and I could feel its love even in the ill state that I was. It made me feel so special. Especially when she caressed my face, she ran her palm over my face and my hair, it used to melt me and short of making me hard it used to give me goose bumps. The caresses were the best part of the day for me. I could have her caress me like that all day. As I recovered I asked her not to stay too close to me in fear of further infection to her. She laughed it away and said she had had a flu jab and I wasn't to worry about it. 

"There are very few things that can keep me away from you." She smiled at me looking deep in my eyes.

"I cannot bear remembering those nightmares I saw when I was ill. I keep seeing your face in tears." I told her.

"It was just your imagination and the fever playing on your mind. Don't even think of it anymore." She caressed my cheek and planted a kiss on it.

After a few days more, I seemed to have come out of it in one piece. The whole ordeal was a strain on my physique. But more so, it changed the way I looked at my mom. One night when she had kissed me good night, I lay in bed recalling the nightmares I had. I quivered at the thought of them ever coming true. And then a thought occurred to me that sent shivers down my spine – what if by some freak of an incident, I lost my mom. The illness had given me a wake up call to think of what I had that I enjoyed so much. Of course it was just a flu infection but it had debilitated me enough to miss out on my mom's company. Worse things could happen. I didn't want to think of them. I had realised I didn't have time to dwindle away. If I enjoyed something very much, I ought to acknowledge it and reciprocate it while I had it. I had realised the threat of time and mishap. I didn't want to loose what I had with mom to either of them.

After I had recovered, I watched my mom with new gaze. I could see her deepest desires more apparently now. It was heart warming to see she loved me just as much as I loved her. And that is what made it worse; if I were to make a mistake in interpreting her advances, I would be jeopardising the one and only thing that I had in my life that I cared for more than my life itself. But her desires had been apparent for a long while. It was just my hesitation that held me back. The rational side of my mind was telling me to be careful as not to ruin things and the emotional side was telling me not to waste anymore more time. 

One day, when I was home from college, I noticed mom had left a message that she would be late from work. She apologised and had left a kiss on the note. I smiled at that.

I decided to make an evening out of that chance. So rather than spend time cooking something in the kitchen, I drove out to the restaurant and got some fine dishes to take away. I came home, set a low table in the lounge, got the fire started and lit some candles all around the lounge. I set the table and waited for her to get home. She arrived about 20 minutes later. As she stepped into the lounge, she was surprised. 

"I've got you your favourite, tonight." I smiled at her. "If you want to change, I will heat up the food, while you get changed."

She seemed to be full of bubbles. She hurried to her room and came out strapping the robe around her. 

As we sat down, I turned on the radio and tuned her favourite channel. It was love songs from the 80s. She used to love that channel especially at night. 

As we munched our way through the dinner, she ate from her eyes and her lips, feasting on the food in the plate and in front of her eyes. Some of her favourite songs came up on the radio during the meal. As she drank from her glass, she swayed slowly to the rhythm and sang along to some of her favourites. Her eyes poured out with thanks at such a wonderful end to a long day she had had. 

"I wanted to give you a good time.Hope you enjoyed it today." I whispered into her ear as we slow danced at one of the songs on the radio. 

"It was such a change. I like the idea of the take away. I would have hated to think you had to stay in the kitchen to cook all this."

"I know. And I didn't know how long you were going to be away. So I didn't take a chance to cook something myself."

"And think of all the cleaning up you saved yourself." She giggled, "I know you hate that."

"For you I would like to do anything."

"I love you." She flung her arms around me and we danced for a while. Our bodies were touching each other. As we moved, our hips bumped gently. I pulled her close to me by tugging on her hips and wrapping my arms around her. I stroked her back. She loved it. All the time she had her arms wrapped around my neck, her cheek pressed against mine, and her lips were planting kisses on my neck. 

I had to carry her to her bed. She was totally drunk. May be she was drunk from the enjoyment rather than the alcohol because she didn't have that much anyway. But I think she loved the thought of pretending to be drunk just to be in my hands, at my mercy to be dealt with my hands. She didn't stop giggling. At times that is why I thought she was just pretending to be 'high' rather than actually being 'high'.

"Sleep here tonight. Please." She begged and pleaded me as i lay her in her bed. 

"Ok." I agreed, "I will be back after I get things sorted in the kitchen and lounge."

"Don't stay away too long."

"I will be back as soon as possible. Sleep tight." I kissed her forehead.

"I will stay awake till you are in."

"Ok. Thank you for taking care of me when I was ill. It meant so much for me." I said to her knowing fully well she wasn't in the state of mind to think of it. I smiled and left her bedroom.

"I love you." She just looked at me and stared back at me with just as much love. 

When I went back to her room, she was lying in the bed. Her hair was hiding some of her flushed cheeks, her sleeping eyes. It lay like a glacier frozen in the valley, waiting for the spring thaw. Her eyes seemed so peaceful and her shoulders lay bare from the robe parted downward. I couldn't wait another moment to get under the sheet and wrap the beauty that lay half asleep in front of me in the bed. I lay beside her, as she moved into my arms, I wrapped her in my hug and as we settled into each other's arms, I felt her sleep like a baby in my arms, her warmth and tenderness firing my raging hormones in me. I realised that night I couldn't do enough to show how thankful I was to have her. She was just too wonderful for that. 

A week must have passed by. One night I couldn't sleep. At about midnight i woke up in a middle of a bad dream. I woke up in a panic. When I realised it was just a dream, I got up from my bed and walked to mom's bedroom. She appeared to be asleep. I peered across to her face and her eyes seemed to be shut. I gently raised the covers and slipped under them. I think I woke her up in that movement. 

"What's the matter honey? Are you feeling ok?" she turned to look at me. 

"I wanted to sleep here tonight. Can I?" I spoke softly. 

"I would love that. You sure you are ok?" she looked at me, sitting up in the bed.

I was lying in the bed, under the covers and trying to hide the feelings in my heart.

"Yes. I'm ok. I just needed your company tonight. I couldn't fall asleep in my bed."

She just lay down and curled me in her arms. My face was gently pressed on her bust. I hugged her around her waist and held her gently. She ran her fingers through my hair and hugged me. 

After a while of stillness, I kissed her on her chest just below the neck. I ran my hand around the waist and stroked her back. Then in a soft voice I whispered, "I love you."

At that she became motionless for a while. Then she gently lifted my face and glanced at my eyes. I looked at her with all the love I had for her. At that, she lowered her lips on mine and kissed me with a gentle long kiss. 

"I hope it stays that way because I can't live without it."

She crawled into my arms and melted in my hug. 

"Squeeze me," she sighed. 

I hugged her firmly and wrapped my arms around her. We snaked our legs around each others' and she glued herself to me. Since her face was buried in my neck, she planted a few kisses on my neck and chest. 

"Does this mean I get to sleep in your bed when I feel like it?" she asked me in a whisper.

"Any time you feel like it."

"I will keep that in mind." She giggled a bit. 

After that night I started to sleep naked in my bed. I had hopes that she would slip in and I wanted to know what she would do if she found me naked under the sheet.

After about 3 days, when had I slipped inside my bed naked as usual, I must have fallen asleep after about 40 minutes. In the night, I felt a hand close to my chest. I woke up slightly to notice that mom was in my bed. I sleep like a log so I must have not noticed when she had slipped into my bed. She had spooned me and her hand was over my hips on my tummy. I could feel her whole body touching and caressing my skin. I rolled over slightly and tried to lie on my back. She stirred a bit, eased herself and her arm wrapped half way on my chest again. She was lying on my side, my arm around her waist and back. Her one leg was crossed over mine, and her thigh was very close up against my prick. 

That is when I realised she was naked too. She must have slipped into the bed, realised that I was naked and so stripped herself too. I was very aroused by what she had decided to do that night. I could feel my prick now slowly standing up erect. We lay there for a while without any movements. I must have dozed off again. After a while she slowly slipped her hand down at my prick and gently curled her fingers around it. She must have 'felt' the growth on her thigh. Feeling her touch, I felt aroused, although I was half asleep. Her breath sounded deep as she realised the effect her touch had on my prick. She lay still for a while and then slowly raised the hand and lowered it again. She stroked it very gently and slowly a few times, keeping the grip very loose. Then she lowered her hand and moved it to the balls and cupped them gently. She explored them slowly and then returned to the prick. Now she gently gripped it and pulled the foreskin back all the way down. Then she circled her fingers around the crown and stroked it very gently for a few times. 

She paused for a while still holding the crown in her palm. She kept moving her thumb around the tip of my prick. When she felt the pre-cum ooze out, she sighed softly, and stopped stroking it. She moved her hand back to my chest, as she snuggled closer to me, and she hugged me and sank in my arms. She kissed me a few times on my chest and neck and rubbed her thigh on mine. Then she lay still and fell asleep. 

After this she didn't sleep with me for the next few days. So after about a week I decided to sleep in her bed. 

It was Friday night. She had had a long day and she took a bath after the dinner and was sleepy very soon after. She kissed me good night and went to bed. 

After about an hour of dwindling some time watching TV, I decided to sleep too. But tonight I wanted to sleep in with mom. So I took a quick shower, and changed into a boxer short, with no underwear underneath. The door to her bedroom was open. I walked to the bed, and noticed she was asleep. I gently lifted the sheet and climbed in the bed. As I lay down, I turned on my side to spoon her. I felt warm skin on my naked body. She wasn't wearing any nightdress. She was naked under the sheets. I was surprised at my finding, but so as not to wake her up at my astonishment, I just calmly lay still for a while. 




Heavenly Love Ch. 07



Then a thought ran through my mind. I was breathing fast and my heart was pounding with excitement. I was thinking exactly what she had done when she had found me naked in bed – stripped. This was a moment when the walls of inhibitions were asking to be broken down and bridges of new emotional developments needed to be built. I thought of the implications if my perceptions were wrong. But my heart was pounding with so much excitement that the brain had tough time stopping me from acting out my desires that night. I decided it was time to loosen some of my inhibitions and act on my desires.

to be continued...



Heavenly Love Ch. 08



Chapter 8: The Light and the Tunnel

I slowly raised my bum and pulled my shorts down. I slowly let it fall on the floor on my side of the bed. I then gently turned on my side and spooned her. I wrapped my arm around her hip and around her tummy. As I settled next to her, my hands must have been cold because she twitched in sleep at my touch. She took my hand and wrapped it in her palms. I lay there still for a while. My breath on her neck must have aroused her cause she shifted and pressed her back on me. I gently moved my hand from her tummy and caressed her waist and thigh. As I traced my hand back to her tummy, I cupped her boobs. She sighed deep in her sleep and pressed my hand on it. Her boob felt like warm soft butter. 

By now I had gotten hard and my erection was edging in between her bum cheeks. I could feel her tenderness on my crown. I hugged her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. I held on to her boob and massaged it gently as I hugged her. She seemed to be melting in my hug. She kept grinding her bum on my hard erection. That way, I kept feeling my prick slide in and out between her bum cheeks, closer to her pussy and that was driving me wild. I was reciprocating her movements by moving my hips in rhythm and pressing my hips hard on her bum. I planted some kisses on her shoulder from the back, and some on her neck. She parted her leg bending it at the knee and made way for my erection to nestle deeper in between her thighs. I took that hint for encouragement and slid my hand on her bum. As I grazed my caress past her hips on to her bum, I slowly slid my hand between her thighs. I slowed let my fingers deep within her thighs as I approached her bum and gently placed my palm in between her thighs. As my fingers touched the warm valley, it must have aroused her cause she sighed and moved her hips to feel the caress of my fingers on the skin. 

All this time, her breathing was giving me enough encouragement to go on. As I dug my hand deeper in between her thighs, I could feel her legs part more. She was encouraging me to go deeper. As I grazed my fingers around her pussy lips, I could feel the warmth on my fingertips. As I touched her pussy I was kissing her shoulder and back. The movements were very slow and gentle for both of us to feel and react in our own ways. We were savouring the moments as they passed on. 

As I continued touching her pussy, I could now feel wetness. Her thighs were more apart and her labia were now parting too. Seemed like she wanted me to go on more. So I let my middle finger slide along the labia and gently lifted her bum cheek to part her labia. A little bit of effort and her labia were eager for my finger. As I let my finger slide deeper, I could feel the wetness hiding deep in those lips. As I gently slid my finger in between the lips, I could feel more wetness forming on my finger. Her breathing felt deep and heavy. She was breathing deep but slowly. While I was gently sliding my finger deeper inside her pussy, I felt her hand ride up to her bum and I felt her bum cheek parted. She was encouraging me my parting her cheeks so I could dive deeper. That aroused me and I slid my finger deeper inside her pussy. As I slowly stroked her pussy lips, I could feel her rhythms meeting my fingering. She was enjoying every moment of this closeness. One thing I noticed is that that night she didn't seem shy to enjoy it. I continued fingering her pussy gently while she lay there enjoying every bit of it.

When I could feel my finger wet inside her pussy, I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to go deeper. My attempts to finger her in that position seemed hindered. As she realised my attempts to dig deeper, she gently eased herself and rolled on her back. As she turned on her side, we rolled a little so she was partly on her back resting on me. I was now lying on my back. She stretched and sprawled on me and had opened herself for my caressing. Her one hand was around my head at the back and one encouraged me to caress her all over, as she placed it on my hand. I ran my hand over her boob and cupped it gently in my palm. It was big and soft, like a stress ball. I squeezed and massaged it gently. All the while her breathing was deep and she kept encouraging me by caressing my hand. Then I slipped my hand down to her pelvis. 

She opened her thighs and parted them for me. The femininity in her compliance was driving me rock hard. She was opening herself up for me as gently as a flower blooming in the spring. Her desperation was masked and controlled by her feminine subtlety. As I ran my palm close to her pelvis, I touched and caressed her thigh. I ran my palm along the ridge between the leg and the pelvis. She turned her head, and gently whispered in my ear, "I love you. And I always will." Then with her hand placed on mine, she encouraged me to touch her on her labia. I was breathing fast and I caressed my fingers gently on her labia. I caressed and stroked them as I moved my fingers over them. I noticed that she had shaved her pussy. I rubbed my middle finger in between the two labia without pressing it in. I could feel the warmth in between her thighs. Her breathing was now faster and she was beginning to react to my caressing. 

She moved her hand from around my head and placed her palm flat on my tummy. Then she slowly slid her hand down my tummy and touched my erection. Her sigh was just as heavenly as her touch. She gently stroked it for a few times and then caressed my balls gently. Then she went back to stroking it and this time she pulled the foreskin back to expose the crown. She caressed and stroked the crown gently and slowly for a while. She parted her thighs a bit more and placed her other hand on my hand over her labia. She pressed and pushed on the fingers and hinted to me that I should go further. 

I slipped my middle finger in between the labia and rubbed it deeper between them to dig inside. As I slipped inward, I could feel the wetness in her vagina and it made me hornier. As I started sliding my finger deeper inside, she started to squirm. I started feeling inside her vagina with my finger. It felt very sensual, wet and arousing. As she squirmed with my touch, I took clues of what she enjoyed. I started rubbing her clit with my middle finger, very gently and slowly. I ran the full length of the finger in the valley between the labia. They were now swollen and wetter. As I rubbed her clit with my middle finger she kept whispering in my ear, "I love you". I placed my other hand on her boob and massaged it while I rubbed her clit. She was feeling ecstatic and her breathing was a clue of her pleasure. Now she had thrown her both hands around the back of my head and she had sprawled and opened herself completely to me. She wanted me to continue what she was enjoying without reservation. All the while she kept caressing my cheek and running her fingers through my hair. She kept sighing deeply and whispered words to encourage me. In fact she didn't want me to stop. Far from it, she wanted me to go all the way.

She moved her hand to my prick while I rubbed her labia and clit. As I fingered her, she stroked my prick with an excellent grip. As we both pleasured each other, the heat of passion in our hearts had gone to boiling point. Now there was no turning back. We had crossed the border of innocence and now lay ahead the fields of passion. 

I had become really horny with her stroking and so I dug my finger inside her vagina. She gasped as my finger slid inside her wet vagina. I fingered her vagina like that, going nice and slow as I slid all the way in. While I fingered her with my middle finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and it seemed to be getting her closer to climax because she was now gasping wildly, "I love you. Please don't stop."

As I fingered her for a while, I kissed on her shoulders and her cheek. I was completely overcome with the intent to pleasure her at that moment. The fact that she was squirming because of my finger inside her made me more eager to please her. I massaged and caressed her boob and kissed her cheek as I continued to finger her. Her breathing increased and she squirmed around madly until she climaxed. I could feel her body shiver as she went through the spasms. I slowed down the fingering and rubbed the clit gently while she calmed down. I felt the warm squirts from her vagina on my finger. She must have squirted a bit when she came. As she calmed down, she turned on her side and she was now lying on top of me. I hugged her and she settled in my hug like a kitten. 

She planted a few kisses on my chest and then laid her face on my chest. As she lay still for a while, she whispered again, "I love you with all my heart".

"I love you too. I hope you enjoyed that."

On hearing that she crawled up and leaning on her elbow, lowered her lips on mine and kissed me. This time her kiss lasted a long time. As we kissed, she hugged and caressed me all over. As we continued to kiss, our lips parted and our tongues met for the first time. She kept kissing me and slowly we parted our lips as our tongues licked each other. It felt very sensual. We were kissing deeply now, and our lips had locked into a kiss of lovers- wet passionate and deep. After she had caressed me all over and licked all of my lips with her tongue, she paused for some breath and said, "You are the one for me, darling. I wouldn't ask for anyone else. I thought it would be obvious to you that I enjoyed."

She looked at me with eyes glistening with love. She looked at me deeply and I could see her eyes beginning to flood. So I pulled her face on mine and kissed her again. This time I held her head with my hand and kissed her back just as passionately. 

"I love you. I always have and always will." I whispered to her when we paused for some air. 

"Same here." She sighed.

I hugged her and asked her to lie on my side. I wanted us to fall asleep like that. 

As I wrapped her in my arms, we were lying face to face in each other's arms, her face buried in my neck. Our legs were crossed with each other. I had pulled her one leg over my hips so I could feel my way around her bum and her parted thighs. The wetness in between the thighs was evident still. 

"I don't know how I am going to manage to sleep tonight." I whispered softly in her ear.

"I would love it if you didn't." she said softly caressing my hand. "We have all night."

"I was so hoping you would say that." I sighed in her ear.

Her encouragement could not be mistaken. "In fact we don't have to worry about the morning either."

"I love you." I smiled.

"Not as much as I love you." She giggled.

As we lay there, we kissed each other fondly while we hugged. Our embrace was very tight and close. Our arms wrapped each other in a tight grip. As we kissed for long, our tongue had found ways to lick each other and suck on them. We only stopped for some air. And then we were kissing again. All that kissing was getting me hard. Since her one leg was over my hips, I could pull her hips closer to my erection and she was realising that. She kept on pushing her hips at my erection. In all that passion and kissing, I could now feel my erection edging its way into her pussy. And with one push, I felt it sliding at the very edge of her vaginal entrance. That must have sent her really high cause she pressed herself on me and kissed me deeply. As we kissed, she gently rolled on her back. As she pulled me, I rolled over her.

As she rolled, she lay on her back and invited me to lower my lips on to hers. As I kissed her, she caressed my hips and bum, and she parted her thighs slowly hinting me to move in between them. As I moved my hips between her thighs, I gently lowered myself on top of her. She intertwined her legs with mine and I buried my face in her neck. I kissed her gently. She kept caressing my back and bum, holding on the bum cheeks with her hands and pulling me closer to her. 

As I gently rocked on top of her, I could feel my erection pressed against her pussy. I gently rocked myself and I ground my hips and as I did, I slid inside her. As I slid more, I thrust myself and I could feel her hands on my hips pulling them in. As I settled on top of her, I buried my face in her neck and pushed a little bit more to sink deeper. It felt so warm and wet inside her. Her vagina was wet and juicy – as though ready for having me inside her.

I exclaimed, "Oh it feels so good."

"Then stay there." She said while running her fingers through my hair.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and pushed me inside her deeper. 

"I've been on the pill for a while now so don't hold back. I want you to cum inside me as an when you can. And don't worry about it. I promise."

"You feel so good inside. I don't think I can last long." I whispered.

"Good. I don't want you to worry about it. You promised me all night." she kept caressing me and kissing me on my neck. 

I slowly kissed her on the cheek and traced my kisses all the way to her lips. As I started kissing her on the lips, I slowly began to slide in and out of her wet juicy cunt. God did it feel good! As I slid in and out of her, I kissed her deeply and licked her with my tongue. The feeling of our tongues licking each other while the sensation of her cunt milking my prick was out of this world. As I got hornier, I got harder and she must have realised that. She kept complying and encouraging my arousal. She kept caressing my back and my bum, she kissed me back with just as much passion as I was pouring into her lips. Her tongue met mine with just as much thirst and hunger. We licked and sucked each others' tongues while we kissed and licked our lips. I kept digging inside her. She kept gasping as I fucked her slowly and deeply. It felt so good to have her wet juicy cunt lips wrapped around my prick. 

"I love you so much." She kept sighing as I fucked her. she went through one orgasm after another. Every time she climaxed, I could feel her warm juices squirting around my prick in her vagina. She planted kisses on my chest as I dug inside her. "I want you to cum inside me. Please don't hold back." She kept on sighing.

"I love you." I said to her when I knew I was very close to the climax. 

"And I love you too honey." She realised it and wrapped her legs around my hip and locked her legs pulling me deep inside her. 

As I exploded in her, I buried my face in her neck, and as she felt my prick squirt. She kissed me all over my cheeks and caressed me, holding me tightly. 

For the next few moments, I lay there, still squirting inside her, as she kissed me and appreciated how much it meant to her. "I love you. I love you so very much." I could feel her voice chocked with tears. She must have been overcome with emotions. 

As I calmed down, I moved my lips on to her lips and we kissed again, for a long time.

As we paused for air, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Now lie on top of me and stay inside for now."

"I'm too heavy and I'm pressing you down." I softly reminded her.

"No you are not. I like it like this." She refused point blank. "You can even fall asleep like this if you want to. But I ain't letting you out yet."

I lay there on top of her for a while. As we stared into each other's eyes, we realised we had crossed the line of no return. In acknowledgement we kissed each other again. This time we took it nice and slow, with our lips tracing each other's lips, tongues licking and touching each other, lips sucking it. We paused for air and then began kissing again. I was enjoying the feeling of my prick still inside her wet juicy cunt, and I loved to feel the sucking of our tongues in our lips. 

As we paused for air this time, I looked at her and ran my gaze all over her face. She asked me being curious, "What?"

"Nothing." I remained quiet.

"Come on tell me." she urged. "You obviously were thinking something."

"I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have you."

"I feel the same way."

I looked at her and we smiled together.

"I love you." I said while looking straight in her eyes.

"I love you too." She replied with just as much assurance.

As we lay there in each other's arms, we kissed and hugged each other gently. I was feeling my prick getting hard again with all the kissing. Since I was already inside her, she could feel it grow. She got excited. 

"One of the many benefits of youth." She giggled in appreciation.

I just smiled. 

"Let me be on top this time," she sighed. 

So we rolled around and she straddled me with her legs on either side. As she lowered herself on my hard prick, she sighed and settled in my arms. As I wrapped her in my hug, I could tell she was enjoying having me inside her again. Her cunt was wet anyway and it didn't take long for her to hit the climax again. She seemed just so easy to please. As she slid on top of me, her wet cunt was now milking my prick with long and wet sucks from her pussy lips. Her sighs were evidence of her pleasure. In between her sliding, I would hold her bum and part the lips by reaching over her back. By holding her bum, I drove my hips deep and long inside her as I rocked her bum on my prick. Her moans and sighs were driving me closer to my peak too. She kept on kissing me while I rocked her bum and parted her pussy lips. She was enjoying the fuck and wanted me to dig deep inside her, she wanted me to part her wide and fuck her deep.

When I came inside her again, she lay still on top of me, gently kissing my cheeks and lips. She loved having my cream inside her. 

"Now you sleep on top and let me feel you around my prick all night." I smiled. 

She giggled. "I would love to. Why would I ever want to miss out on this again?"

As she lay on top of me, we caressed each other. Our naked skins touched each other and we kissed for a while. By now, the entire workout had gotten us tired. So we lay still for a while. I remember waking up in the night. I couldn't recall falling asleep. But there I was, in bed with her, the room filled with the musky sweet smell from our cum. She was still in my arms, sleeping peacefully, like a baby. She seemed happy. So was I. 



Heavenly Love Ch. 09



As I had said before, I don't know how long this series will last. But what I can say is I will do my best to make it as exciting a reading as possible. Over the past few months I received a lot of fan emails about my stories. They liked them and some wanted me to write more. That is partly the reason I am returning to this series and developing it further. 

I have written the next few chapters, but I am waiting to 'touch them up' before I post them. Let me know what you think about this one. 

Since this is a series, if you are reading this new, it would be beneficial if you read the previous chapters in the order first. 

Your support and encouragement is much appreciated.

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Morning after

When I woke up, I was still a bit sleepy and dazed. It was apparent that I had slept over a bit. When I could realise, I noticed that I was alone in bed. Mum was not in the bed. She must had woken up before me. I recalled the events that had happened during the night. Slowly the situation unfolded in my mind. I felt really weird. I didn't know how she would react or what she would make of all that happened. I was trying to interpret her behaviour. 

From what I had realised about her, she was very much in love with me and wanted me. And when I recalled the moments we had in the night, it made me confirm that she would not regret what happened. But then my doubts set in and I thought that it may have been a dream and I may have partly imagined it. Or worse, that it did happen just as wonderfully as I remember it but now she would back out of it all thinking she had made a mistake. What if she felt guilty or unpleasant? I surely didn't push myself on her. What if she felt she had pushed herself on me? But she enjoyed every bit of it. It all felt very real and tender. Then I thought I didn't know what had actually happened. I wasn't sure of my memories, or my thoughts. Every thing that I had thought and known began to become blurred and vague. I tried to think positive. I tried to shake the thoughts and come to my senses. One thing was sure. I was nervous of getting out of that bed and facing mum. I didn't want to loose what we had gained over time, the lovely relationship we had developed. Least I didn't want to loose her. My heart was beating fast and I was very anxious. 

Just then I heard mum come into the room. She was wearing her usual robe. But she was carrying a tray in her hand. As she entered the room, she saw me awake and smiled. She was carrying a breakfast tray and laid it next to me. As she sat next to me she smiled softly, and caressed my face, "Good morning sunshine". 

I realised that she was not upset. She seemed happy, pleasant. It put me to ease to say the least. But I still didn't know what to say. As I didn't want to sour the mood, I just smiled back, "Good morning. You made breakfast." I sounded surprised. 

"Yep. You have made it for me so many times. I decided it was time I surprised you with some morning pleasure." She smiled at me. Her eyes were looking straight in my eyes and seemed full of warmth. 

"You do more than that anyway!", I said with a smile. 

"For you I would always do more". She stroked my face. 

As we ate the breakfast, I found it difficult to fathom the thoughts in my mom's head. She seemed happy and contented. Yet there was a slight hesitation in her behaviour. Or was it just my imagination?

"You slept well?" I asked hesitantly.

"Like a baby, thank you.". She smiled and glanced at me. "How about you?"

"Me too." I didn't know what else to say without revealing my nervous feeling. 

We just looked at each other. She had a glow in her eyes and warm wetness with pleasure full of gratitude. She just looked at me and lowered her lips to kiss my cheek. While I was eating the breakfast, I had to sit up and my chest was uncovered. So she was eating her heart out gazing all over me. I am not sure what she was imagining when she ran her eyes down the duvet. 

"You have no idea just how special you are to me." She gazed deep in my eyes. 

"You should let me know then." I just stared at her. 

"I would have thought I did already." She looked with a questioning face. "But I will make every attempt from now on. " 

"You do. I was just saying cause it is nice to know what you feel." I wanted to ease my nervous feeling. "Uncertainty doesn't go well with me."

"I will do it more often. How about that?" She smiled.

"That would be brilliant." I smiled back. 

"Does that mean you will do that too?" She asked me with a girlish smile. 

"Do what?" I was puzzled. 

"Show me how you feel about me?"

"Of course. I will." I smiled with ease.

"Without hesitation?" she was still being girlish.

"Without hesitation", I smiled back.

As we sat on the bed finishing the breakfast, her robe was parting a bit to reveal her boobs. Her cleavage was teasing me through the sheer soft silk and I was becoming aware that I was still naked underneath the duvet. It gave me an unusual feeling cause mum was dressed in the robe at least. I was aware of this fact and I was beginning to wonder if she was. But from all that transpired one thing was very clear now; she was A-ok with me. And that set off all kinds of butterflies in my stomach. It was getting harder to breath as I watched her warmth and eagerness bubble out of her heart. 

Mum paused for a while and looked at me. "What do you wish to do today?". She asked with some hesitation. 

"I am not sure. I don't have anything planned." I was waiting for her to say something. I hoped that it would give me a clue on what was on her mind. 

"Nothing on your mind?" she made a question on her face. 

"Nope. I am all game." I smiled, trying to encourage her to tell me what was on her mind. 

"Ok. Then I was thinking may be it would be a good idea if we went out shopping together. I wanted to change my wardrobe and who better to select it than you."

"Ok. Sounds good." I was loosing my nervousness. "And you can choose some for me."

"Sure. I would love that." She smiled with excitement. "Plus, we can make a day out. That way we can spend it together."

"I would love that." I smiled.

"Except, I want to drive." She exclaimed.

"Ok. Whatever you say. You know I am always game." I just acknowledged with a smile. 

"I have my reasons." she winked at me. 

I just smiled back. "Im sure you do."

"Okey dokey. I will clear this and meanwhile you can get ready. I will get ready soon. And we will set out." She started gathering the tray.

I waited for her to leave. Once she was gone, I stepped out of the bed and into the bathroom. 

I spent very little time getting ready. My heart must have done half the work for me. When I was waiting for her in the lounge, I was still wondering about her feelings about the night before. As I sat on the couch, I recalled some visions I had and those memories stirred the feelings in me again. I could feel my hardness grow. I felt erotically charged again thinking of everything I had felt and touched, everything we had done together. The more I thought about it, the more it made me feel that she was ok with it. The more it felt ok, the more excited I became. 

When she came into the lounge, she took by breath away. She was wearing a short sleeveless V-neck top that exposed her belly button, and tight slender jeans. Her cleavage had gotten a seductive bulge. She had done her hair in a bun that accentuated her neck and bust. As I feasted on her, she let me eat her out with my gaze. She made a small twirl to reveal a nice tight bum. She looked fabulously young. 

She smiled at me and asked, "You like it?"

I smiled and nodded, "I love it. You look very different in this."

"What do you mean?" She asked perplexed.

"You look more like my girl friend." I was blunt. I didn't know how else to put it without being rude. She did look a lot younger in that outfit. 

"That's nice then." She winked at me.

It was exciting to know that she was feeling very different compared to what I was nervous about. My nerves began to calm down quickly. 

We got in the car and she drove for the next hour on the motorway. She seemed very carefree and happy today. She kept glancing at me while driving and smiled with deep eyes. We made some small talk. The weather seemed nice and the fragrance from her was making the air magical. She had slipped in our favourite CD and the mood was very light and pleasant. 

We came off the motorway and turned into an exit. There was a huge shopping mall and we drove to it and parked. I had seen it before but had never visited it. 

"Wow. This place is huge." I exclaimed. 

"I know. Since neither of us had visited before, I thought it would make a change." She smiled.

As we locked the car, she came close to me and took my hand in hers. She stroked my arm and pressed close to me. I looked at her. 

"We can be ourselves here." She smiled and winked at me. 

I stroked her hand and smiled. Now I knew why she drove all the way out there. That made my heart beat faster. She was enjoying this. 

We shopped everywhere in the mall. Starting with clothes and shoes, we looked around for casual and accessories. Every time, she would ask me to select a dress, she would try it out in the dress room, come out of the dressing room, twirl for me and without looking in the mirror ask for my approval. She never once checked it out for her self. 

"What do you think?" I asked her for one dress.

"Only your choice matters to me." she replied with a submissive femininity. 

She pressed herself close on my arm while we walked so we were very close together. She never let go of my hand. She had wrapped her arm around it and pushed herself close to me. There were times when we were walking and were holding hands, and she would just look deep in my eyes. Then while staring at my lips, she would give me a quick peck on my lips. Then there were times when I would hold her by the waist, run my fingers on her bare skin just above the waist, or push my hand in her back pocket and feel her bum swing as we walked. All of this was driving me insane. 

By lunch time, we had shopped in quite a few stores. We had lunch at a café in the mall. At the table she kept playing with my calf by stroking her leg. Occasionally she would gently stroke my thigh with her hand. All through the day her behaviour was different than I had seen before. She had become 'younger'. She was all into me. She stared at me all through the meal. She talked to me with a soft gentle voice all most to the point of seduction. Although we talked about a lot of different things, her gaze at me never shifted or changed desires. 

After the meals, we decided to sit out in the sun on the greens for a while, eating our ice-creams and thick shakes. She had gotten herself a huge ice-cream cone and was licking and sucking it very seductively. As we sat on a bench in a secluded area, she sat close to me. Her one leg was tossed between my legs and I would stroke it while we sat there. It was apparent that she was enjoying the touch. I was enjoying the beautiful cleavage while we sat close to each other. Occasionally she kissed my lips and let me carry on stroking her leg. The desires in her eyes were flowing with lust and hunger for me. 

We sat there for a while soaking the warmth and the love. Then she said she wanted us to shop some more. So we stood up and started walking again. She held my hand in her hand again. 

She took me to a lingerie shop. I was amazed. She wanted me to select all the styles I liked.

"You just let me know what you like and I will choose the size." She winked. 

I chose some lacy and partially see-through panties. I saw some thongs and asked her about them. 

"Do you like them?" I wanted to know.

"I like everything you like", she sighed seductively. 

"No. Seriously. I want to know if you find them comfortable." I pressed on and asked her.

"I'm comfortable with you. For anything and everything." she smiled and kissed me gently on my cheek while hugging me briefly. 

"I'm asking you seriously now." I said slowly. "All I want to know is if you find them comfortable." 

"I do." she said with a straight face.

"Thank you. Then I will choose some." I smiled at her. I selected some sexy thongs. 

There were some good bras I liked too. Later she asked me to choose some nightwear. I have always loved to see her in robes and nightshirts. But there were other sorts to choose from and I went wild. So I selected some thin silk robes, kimonos and soft nightshirts, with cute prints, that came down to her bum along with some baby dolls and see through gowns. Her eyes glowed with excitement as I selected each of them. When I imagined her in them, I could not hide my arousal. Since there was no chance of her showing me how they look on her, she just tried the fitting and paid for them. When she came out of the store after paying for the items, she smiled and squeezed my hand, "You will just have to wait till I wear them."

"I cant wait", I smiled and stroked her hand. 

Later we shopped for some of my clothes. She chose all of them. I did the same; tried them out for her approval. 

She seemed excited all through the day. Then as it was coming to be late afternoon, she suggested we spend some time in the movies. 

"What would you like to watch?" I asked. It had been a while since we had been to a movie together. 

"I don't mind. You choose." she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I just want you to hold me." 

"I will hold you very close. But I would like to select a movie we both will enjoy."

"You enjoy the movie. I will enjoy your affection." she winked at me.

I smiled with a skipping heart. She was teasing me now. 

"Ok lets select a comedy. How about that? We both will enjoy it then." 

"I'm game baby." She shrugged her shoulders again. "I'm just going to wrap myself in your arms."

When we got in the theatre we selected our seats and sat down. As we settled in, she turned and got very close to me and took my hand in hers. 

As soon as the lights were turned down, she flipped the arm rest between us back and pushed it out of the way. She turned and pressed her back against my chest and sat very close to me. She took my hand and wrapped it around her and settled around her waist. I was glad that there was no one sitting close to us on either sides. 

"Let the show begin." she sighed a she settled in my hug.

I just hugged her close. I could feel her tenderness on my hand. As I hugged her I could notice the v neck part away and reveal the cleavage. Her boobs looked very tender and inviting. As she rested her head on my shoulder, I could see her cheek and neck just waiting to be kissed. So I planted some soft wet kisses on her neck and cheek. She quivered and turned her face to look at me. With her lips pressed gently on my cheeks, she kissed me softly. She raised her hand and held it on my cheek while she kissed me. 

"Thank you for a wonderful day." she sighed. "You make me tingle all over." 

"The pleasure is all mine." I replied softly. 

During the movie, we kept hugging and cuddling each other. She kept stroking my arm gently. And she encouraged me to hold and touch all over her. I ran my hand all over her chest and boobs. She stroked my hand when I cupped it gently and fondled her boob. I also ran my hand over her tummy. She loved the sensation of my caresses. She threw her head back on my shoulder, and pressed her cheek on mine. She had placed her palm on my cheek while we kissed. Once in a while I kissed her neck and cheek. She stroked my cheek while I kissed her and tingled her all over. The love and tenderness we felt was warming our hearts to no end. 

The drive back seemed like eternity. Although she took her sweet time driving back, she kept teasing me with her looks and glances. 

When we got home, I helped her get all the bags in the lounge. As she tossed her purse on the couch, she pulled me in her arms, she swung her arms around my neck and hugged me close. She pressed her self on me and while melting in my arms, planted her lips gently on mine for a brief moment. 

"Everything I do, I wanna do it for you baby", she purred. "Everything and anything."

"Same here." I was speechless. 

It was evening by the time we had got back home. I had turned on a small diffuser light in the lounge. It had lit the room with a romantic hue. She looked at me and asked, "Shall I try them on for you?"

"Sure. I would love that." I smiled.

"Go on then. Have a seat. And I will try them one by one. Which one should I start with?" 

"You choose." I replied hiding my blush.

"Let's do the dresses and clothes first. Shall we?" she urged.

"Fine by me" I smiled with approval.

So she took off the clothes she was wearing and selected a new dress to try it on. Seeing her strip in the lounge in front of me was a bit amazing and different. Never had she done that. But it was very exciting and new to me. I was definitely enjoying this. 

As she tried the first set on, she twirled around. I had an eyeful of her gorgeous figure. She was looking stunning. 

"You look wonderful", I said. I was still running my eyes all over her. She could see I was eating her alive.

She smiled. Then she striped out of it gently and slowly and changed into another set. This went on for a while till we had covered all the dresses and clothes we had got her. Every time she undressed, she took her time showing all her bare curves. I could see her cleavage and she made the boobs giggle gently as she moved to change the dresses. 

When the clothes were over, she turned to the lingerie. "How about them now?" she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes. 

"I would love to see you in that". I smiled enthusiastically. I was loving all this display of affection.

So she striped all nude and changed into the lingerie one by one. As she twirled around for me, she stepped closer to me. She wanted me to see her up close. It was arousing me so much. My eyes were gulping all her femininity in every glance. As she stood close to me she was teasing me to touch her. Her curves were accentuated to no ends. The bum cheeks were crying out to be touched through the thin sheer material. Her long naked legs met at the valley of bliss and the pubic triangle was just too appetising. 

"You look fabulous", was all I could say. The adjectives were running out sooner than her lingerie. 

"Shall we end it with the night wear now?" she smiled at me.

"Sure." I complied.

So she stripped nude again and tried on the night dresses one by one. Her curves and sensuality were made more sexy by them. I was so aroused, I could have had her there in the lounge on the floor. I had to restrain myself. I thought may be she would not appreciate such savage outburst. How wrong could I had been, as I found out later!



Heavenly Love Ch. 10



Like always, thank you all those who have written to me and appreciated reading my story. It does mean a lot. And so I do apologise the delay in submitting the chapters. I know they dont follow as quickly as you would like them to. But I do like to take my time to develop the story just the way I want it to be. And your appreciation is what encourages me to write more. 

As always, if you are joining in new with this chapter, please read the previous in chronological order to fully appreciate them.

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Good nights and sweet dreams

As she came close to me, she flung her arms and hugged me slowly but firmly. As I hugged her back, she melted in my arms. We stayed in the hug for a while. I kept caressing her through the night dress she was wearing. 

I broke the silence and the hug and asked her, "What would you like for dinner?"

Looking straight in me eyes, she smiled at me 

"I mean apart from the dessert." I smiled back.

She smiled. "What would you like? I don't want to step out now. Let's sort something at home."

"How about a takeaway?", I asked.

"No. I don't want you to go either. Order a delivery if you wish. I want you to stay with me for now." She pulled me and hugged me firmly. 

"Ok. What would you like?"

"Anything light. I ain't fussed. What about you?" she spoke softly in my ear. We were standing hugging each other close. She has pressed her cheek on mine as she hugged me. 

"Do you fancy a pizza?"

"I don't mind. But can I have less cheese on it please." She purred.

"Ok. I will order then." I parted from the hug slightly and looked at her. 

She sat in the lounger as I ordered the delivery. When I hanged up the phone, she beckoned me to come and sit with her. So I sat next to her. She pulled her knees together and curled up in my arms. After a while of cuddling, I flicked the TV on and we sat there watching the TV waiting for the delivery to arrive.

"I have enjoyed today so much." she put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. 

"Me too." I hugged her back. 

As we sat there cuddling each other, the moments passed by with the TV audio filling the silence in the air. We both had enjoyed the day together and I think it had brought us close. I recalled how we had spent time around, holding hands and shopping for each other. I kept stroking and caressing her as she lay there in my arms, her warm femininity melting in my hug. Her fragrance was still pouring out and enticing me. Her touch was still soft enough to arouse me. 

As the door bell rang, she shifted to let me out of the hug. As I got up, she spoke softly, "My purse is in the bedroom."

"Don't worry. I will get this." 

She smiled and settled in the chair again. "Shall I get some drinks?" she asked gently.

"I will sort it out. You just stay there and relax." I assured her.

She smiled and flew a kiss at me. I flew a kiss back.

After I had paid and returned to the lounge, I lay the coffee table with drinks and dishes. She was still curled up in the arm chair. 

"Come on. Lets have some dinner." I looked at her and beckoned her to sit down on the floor at the coffee table. 

"Lets just eat her." She pointed at the chair. "Lets share a plate between us and eat together. I like it here." She wanted to be close. 

"Ok." So I dished out some slices for us on a plate and sat back in the lounger as she curled up next to me. 

"This I like." she purred. 

I had one arm around her back hugging her. So I was holding the plate. She placed the plate on our lap and helped me eat by feeding me at times. So while we took our sweet time going through the slices, the closeness kept growing. It was so nice to see her feed me a few bites once in a while. She hugged and snuggled close and kissed me ever so often. I tried feeding her a few bites too. We stared at each other every once in a while. Our eyes pulled our lips close and we ended up kissing often, with gentle soft pecks. 

As we munched through some TV and pizza, the evening was turning into a night. I reached out to lay the empty plate on the table. As I lay back, she curled up again and hugged me close. I wrapped her in my arms. We stayed there for a while. 

"You are getting sleepy."I spoke, interrupting the moment. 

"I know. But I dont want to let you go. I like to be held in your arms." She purred.

"I will hold you in bed too. But lets go in cause you are very sleepy now." I hugged her gently to assure her. 

She broke from the hug, and sat up. "How about we watch a nice movie in bed?" she seemed very eager for that. 

"A movie.?!" I smiled out loud. "And how are you going to keep awake."

"I will if you hold me." she looked at me with sleepy eyes. 

"Ok." I tried to trick her in getting in bed. 

She kissed me gently before standing up. "I will clear this and meet you in your room." She pointed at the coffee table. 

"No. You take your time and I will sort everything out." I assured her.

She smiled. "This is a treat." She held my hand. 

"You deserve it all." I smiled back. "Now get ready for bed." 

After clearing the table, I went to my bedroom and freshened up. I slipped into something loose and shut the lights and locked up. 

While I was lying in bed with the TV on, mom entered wearing only a satin sleeveless camisole. We had purchased it in the lingerie shop today. I had loved the feel and the look of it. Since she could not wear it to show me, this was a good surprise for me to see it on her. It was surely a good purchase. It ran just barely past her waist and so it exposed a small amount of her lower bum. It hugged her curves well, although it was loose, and it accentuated her boobs. It had a rather surprising V neck that got my attention. As she came and settled in the bed next to me, I could smell her fragrance. It was very feminine and sensual. She had her hair loose and it enhanced her face. 

"So have you selected a movie?" she asked as she settled in the bed. 

"Not yet. I was waiting for you. What movie would you like?"

"I don't mind. You choose." she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Give me something." I shook my head and pressed her to give me a hint. "You know I have tons of movies." I smiled. 

"Why can't you pick one and we will watch that." She smiled. She didn't want to make a choice. 

"We?" I smiled at her sleepy eyes. "You are nearly asleep!" 

"No. I am awake now." she giggled. "Fresh and fine."

"Ok. Give me something. Anything." I smiled, paused and waited for an answer. 

She looked at me and realised I wasn't going to choose. "How about a nice romance?", she suggested shyly with a smile.

"Thank you." I smiled back. "That's at least a start." 

"Or. A comedy if you like." she added.

"No. If you like romance, then romance it is. I would like a romance."

"You choose." she added again. "And come and lie here by me soon."

"Ok.". I assured her.

As I inserted the DVD in the player, I took hold of the remote and got in to the bed. She flung the spread and let me slide under it. As I settled in, she curled up the sheets around us and hugged me close. 

"This is so nice" she purred as she curled close to me and hugged me. "What are we watching?" she asked inquisitively. 

"Its a surprise." I smiled teasingly. "You wanted it to be a surprise."

"I love surprises." she snuggled and giggled slightly.

As the titles scrolled over, she exclaimed, "Oh, my favourite." She hugged me and kissed me excitedly. 

"Should we time you falling asleep?" I laughed.

"Sure. You will have to keep counting cause I aint sleeping yet. I have a movie to watch." she smiled. 

I hugged her and pulled her in my arms. She followed and pushed herself closer. "I love you." she purred.

"I love you too." I caressed her in my hug.

While we watched the movie, we kept hugging and kissing each other. I could feel the warmth from her bare skin on mine. Her fragrance was seductive and her soft touch was getting me hard. Occasionally she would run her hand around on my erection, so very casually, while she caressed my thigh. I could see that she wasn't wearing any bra. I could feel the softness of her boobs while she pressed close to me. When I caressed her back I could feel her waist and bum cheeks. I loved caressing them gently. Her hair danced around loosely as she moved slightly. It was very silky and long. I loved playing with it and running my fingers through it. She knew that too well. Watching the movie was the last thing I was doing. 

A few minutes before the movie ended, I could feel her drifting to sleep. She had rested her head on my shoulder just below my neck. I had not moved. I didnt want to disturb her. I had let her nod off gently. When the movie ended, I waited for a while watching tv. She was really asleep by now. I could feel her calm breathing on my chest. She was still cuddled up close to me. 

I had to gently lower her into the bed. I felt awful disturbing her sleep. She followed my cue in half sleep. 

"Sleep here with me." she said in her sleep. 

"Ok. I will." I replied quietly. 

I helped her slip down on her pillow. Then I tucked her in by pulling the sheets over her gently. 

After shutting the lights, I climbed in the bed. I knew she was not wearing any pants. So I slid mine off and I slowly slipped under the sheets without moving them much. She was still asleep. I could hardly see her in the dark, the lights from the street barely helped me get under the sheets without bumping too much. But as I slid in, her sweet fragrance reminded me of her presence and our closeness. Feeling her warmth and fragrance in the dark was unusually erotic. As I got used to the darkness, my eyes could make out her silhouette and I could see her sleeping calmly under the sheets. 

I lay there next to her gazing at her femininity. I enjoyed getting aroused by her fragrance and her warmth. I could feel it under the sheets. I loved it so much I moved closer to feel it. As my body came closer to her, my thigh touched her thigh and it brushed for a brief moment. I thought I had disturbed her. But she lay asleep like a baby. Her hair flowed over her face in gentle curves. I couldn't stop myself, so I leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. I caressed her hair and parted it gently a bit away from her face. As I moved closer to her, I wanted to hug her in my arms again. I wanted to feel her soft warm touch on my skin. And I wanted to enjoy the pleasure that she enjoyed so much offering me. But I was not sure if I should make a move when she was asleep. I didnt know if she would appreciate it, let alone reciprocate. But everything that she had done to please me told me that she would love it. 

Today we had had a lovely time. Since waking up in the morning, not sure about what to feel or about what had happened between us the night before, I had come to realise that she was more than blissfully happy to have had the moment with me. She was eager, willing and ready to go all the way. I had nothing to fear about doubting her feeling. She had put my doubts to ease and we had spent a lovely day together. I guess it was her way of easing my worries by taking me shopping. I guess she wanted me to know, everything I desired was going to be her first choice from now on, or rather her only choice. She didnt want anything else but me. And I didnt want anything else but her. Seemed like we had finally found each other. And there was no doubt about it. The only thing that remained for us to do is enjoy it. 

So I moved closer and hugged her. She seemed to stir a bit and cuddled next to me with her arm around my chest and rested her head on my shoulder close to my neck. As she drifted back to sleep she caressed and stoked my hand and kissed my cheek. 

I had wrapped my one hand from under her, around on her back and rested it on her waist. As she drifted to sleep, I moved it around and caressed her bum. It felt tender and I felt aroused. I slid my hand under her camisole and raised it higher up her back, baring some more of her waist. All the caressing was getting me hard and I think she was feeling the touch. She seemed to stir a bit and realised I was caressing her. In her response she moved up and closer and parted her leg and spread it across and over my thigh burying it between my legs. That parted her thighs and bum cheeks. While she buried her leg between mine, she probably felt that I was not wearing any pants either. That must have set her alight. She settled in my hug again and slid her hand up my top and caressed my chest. She kissed me a few times deep on my neck and pressed herself close to me. Since she had moved up, I could now run my fingers between her bum cheeks and feel the warmth between them. My touch must have stirred her a bit because now she was hugging me closer and pulling me with her arm wrapped around my neck. She kept kissing my cheek and neck and kept encouraging me. All the while she was half a sleep and all I could feel was her warm breath and her sleepy kisses. We lay there for a while hugging each other. She must have been tired since she nodded off while I lay still. 

My arm was under her neck hugging her. I turned on my side to face her. The shifting must have stirred her. She moved to accommodate and settled in my hug again, pressing herself close to me. By now I had moved really close to her and while I turned, I had made her leg cross over mine. So now when I held her close, and pulled her waist closer I could feel her parted thighs. I had slid my one hand under her pillow. While my other hand was caressing her bum cheeks and her thigh that was over my legs. I pulled her leg higher up my waist, parting her thighs wider. That made it possible for me to pull her waist closer to mine. I caressed her bum cheeks gently and ran my fingers very shallow in between them. Although she had drifted back to sleep, I could not sleep. And I lay there feeling her closeness, enjoying her fragrance and warmth. Our bodies were touching at several sensitive areas. I was particularly aware that my prick was very close to her pelvis and in fact I could feel it resting in between her thighs. 

By now her thighs were parted enough for me to feel her labia. I could not resist touching and caressing her. I took my time slowly running my fingers over her bum, between her bum cheeks, over her labia buried between them, touching them gently and softly. As I grazed over them, it must have been sending her shivers as she responded by kissing me more and hugging and pulling me closer. All the touching and caressing must have stirred her up again. Although she was still half asleep, she responded by kissing and caressing my cheek. She moved her leg further up my waist and encouraged me to caress her all over her bum and between. She kept encouraging me all the while, realising the hardening bulge that was growing close to her pelvis. 

I moved my hand under her thigh and held my prick. Locating her labia, which were now wet, I positioned the head on the wet cunt lips. She realised the move and by parting her thighs pulled on me and my waist. As I pulled her closer, I could feel my prick slip inside her wet hungry cunt. As I felt the head slip past the wet labia, I could feel her breath deepen and she sank her lips deep in my neck kissing me and pulling on me very hard. She kept tugging on my waist, wanting to take me in all the way. I moved a bit, and pulled her leg over my arm spreading her thighs wider so I could slide deeper. With every push, we both felt the closeness increase and the feeling of pleasure came flooding. She responded by kissing me, over my cheek, my neck, my lips. By now she was nearly awake and had realised my desires. As usual she was complying fully by encouraging and offering herself. 

By now she was fired up pretty high and I could feel my hardness wanting more. While she kissed me, I was sliding inside her lying on my side. She was hugging me and kissing my lips passionately. She slowly rolled on her back and tugged on my top. As she lay on her back, she pulled on my waist and pulled me over her. I took the cue and rolled over her. She parted her legs for me and guided my waist between them. As we settled in a hug, I lay over her and she wrapped her legs around mine, pulling me close to her. We hugged and kissed each other passionately for a while. All the time I could feel my hard prick touching and caressing her wet labia. By now she had stirred awake and was fully aroused. 

She kept caressing my bum and ran her hands all over my back, pushing my t-shirt higher up. I took the cue and sat up. I took my shirt off and put it aside. Now I was totally naked. She raised herself on her elbows and gestured to me to help her get her camisole off. I gently helped her out of it. She let it drop on the side. When she took her camisole off, she had to sit up in the bed. When we were both naked, we sat up in the bed with our legs around each other, and we hugged and kissed each other holding each other in a tight hug. 

She lowered herself on her back and pulled me over her as she lay on the bed. She parted her legs and encouraged me to have her. I lowered myself and rested on my hands and positioned my waist between her thighs. She held my prick and guided it inside her. Once I felt the head in position, I gently thrust while she pulled my waist. As I slipped inside her, I could feel the pleasure waves flowing through me. She was wet and I slipped in with a few shallow moves. She gasped and pulled me close and hugged me. She planted several kisses on my chest and neck. We kissed passionately for several minutes while I slowly and gently rocked my hard prick inside her wet cunt. The gentle rocking pumped her wet cunt very sensually. I loved the feeling and she gasped and sighed as she felt my prick grind deeper inside her cunt. 

"I love you", she whispered very sensually in my ear. 

"I love you too", I replied, fully immersed inside her wet cunt. "I love having you."

"I'm all yours baby. Always", she purred. "Have me all night."

I loved feeling her wet cunt milk my prick as I rocked my prick inside her. She was enjoying the feeling too. She kept moaning and sighing while kissing me and pulling me close. I could feel when she came. It was arousing to know I was making her cum. The slow pounding was very arousing. I could feel every squeeze and slide when I moved inside her. And she kept milking my prick by wrapping her legs around me and pulling me close. We kept kissing passionately while I slowed fucked her hungry cunt. 

I was getting close to an orgasm myself. She must have realised it. She encouraged me to cum inside her. "Go on. Don't hold back. Cream me" she kissed my chest several times and encouraged me. 

While I exploded inside her cunt, she held me and kissed me repeatedly on my chest and neck. As I lay on her, she held me tightly and kissed my neck and cheek. She waited for the orgasm to subside while she held me in her arms. I lay on her enjoying the waves of pleasure. 

"I loved that." she sighed softly in my ear. 

I kissed her gently on the lips, "and so did I."

"It was nice that you initiated it." she purred.

"I couldn't hold back my urge to have you tonight", I acknowledged. 

"You shouldn't hold back. We have promised each other." she seemed shocked. 

"I know. I am only just getting used to the feeling of this luxury." I whispered smiling sheepishly. 

"Its not luxury. Its your to have and enjoy. You shouldn't hold back. I feel so sad to know that." she seemed genuinely sad about it.

We lay there for a while. I rolled around on her side and lay on the bed. 

"Hold me close" she urged me.

As I held her, she nudged her face deep on my neck and kissed me. 

"Have me more tonight, when you feel like", she sighed in my ear. "That way I will know just how much you wanted me and that you are ok taking your initiatives with me."




Heavenly Love Ch. 10



"I will." I kissed her softly on the lips. "I just don't like to disturb your sleep." I admitted. 

"I would love to wake up to your urges." she purred and kissed me on my lips. "That would be so lovely. I have dreamed about that so many times."

"Really? Dreamed about what?" I was surprised. 

"About you having me while I am sleeping. I love to imagine waking up and realising you are inside me, or having me." she seemed aroused with the thought.

"Ok." I smiled and hugged her. 

The thought did turn me on. It felt really excited to know that she wanted me to have her as and when I wanted. I was imagining what would it be like to fuck her as and when during the night. 

"Good night", she sighed softly in my ear as she nodded off to sleep.

"Sweet dreams", I kissed her back. 

We hugged each other and nodded off.



Heavenly Love Ch. 11



Hi. I was compelled to add a additional chapter(s) to this series although I had originally thought of leaving it where it was. As I write for my pleasure, I found myself hungry for more sensual words to write about. Anyone who has read my works will know, as I am not a professional writer and English is not my first language, you will need to overlook the occasional mistakes. I have greatly appreciated all your feedback and would like it to cunt-inue. 

This is part of a series so if you have stumbled on this story, it would be useful to start from the first chapter. 

I am hoping you will enjoy the addendum just as much as I enjoyed writing about it. 

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It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...

The morning after, as I drifted in and out of sleep, a new reality was emerging in my thoughts. The feelings, emotions, memories and fragrances collected in my mind during the night kept rushing back in a dreamy haze as I slowly phased in and out of sleep and wakeful state. What seemed like a dream of a lifetime, soon was recognised as reality as I saw her sleeping next to me. I was on my back and she had curled up next to me under the duvet. Then all the memories of the night rushed back through the fragrances of the lovemaking we had enjoyed. Certain bliss warmed my heart as I relived the deep desires I had quenched by enjoying the moments with her. I had taken a huge step forward and it could had gone terribly wrong in many ways. I was just glad it turned out so good in my favour. While I lay there thinking about her, I found myself drift back to sleep. All the love-making must have taken its toll at least on my sleep if not anything else. 

When I finally woke up I looked around and she was not in bed. I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I looked around for the time. It was late into the morning, too late for me to be lying in bed alone. 

I got up, did the bed and went to my room. I freshened up and stepped in the shower. All the while, the hot water was running all over me, I kept feeling the warm glow inside me. My prick felt tender and I had to be gentle while I tried to wash it. All the while I was in the shower, I kept thinking and imagining her with me. I could feel her touch all over me. It sent shivers down my spine. Her piercing and thirsty gaze aroused deep desires in me. What made me smile was the fact that now I had developed a relation that I had only imagined before. And she desired me just the same. 

I stepped out of the shower, and dried myself. I sprayed her favourite eau de toilette she had got me in our shopping the other day. I put on a thin t-shirt and shorts without any underwear. 

I walked into the kitchen past her bedroom. I didn't hear her in the bedroom so didn't know where she was. I opened the refrigerator door and was looking for some milk to get some breakfast sorted for us. Just then I heard a gentle voice behind me, "good morning sweetness."

As I turned around I was startled as I didn't expect her there. She was standing at the edge of the table a short distance away, posing, waiting for me to say something. As I looked at her, I saw the sheer satin robe loosely tied to her waist revealing a generous cleavage for display while it hugged her curves around her waist and ended at her hips. The V flowed close to her boobs caressing them as it parted to reveal a gorgeous cleavage I so much loved to see. She had done her hair in a loose bun which highlighted her neck and shoulders. She was a goddess with eyes pouring with love and desire for me. 

"Good morning sunshine," I spoke after I had realised I had been starring at her eating her beauty for a while without saying much. 

I think she wanted me to feast my eyes on her because she took her time gently moving close to me. As she came close to me she wrapped her one hand around me with another gently sliding over my chest and coming to rest on my shoulder. She settled in my arm as I held her around her back with one hand and slowly raised my other grazing her shoulder all the way to her face. As her perfume hit me, I smiled at her looking deep in her eyes. 

She looked deep into my eyes. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." I smiled. "How about you?"

"Like a baby." Her eyes gleamed with gentle love. 

"Hungry? I was just trying to fix some breakfast."

She looked at me. Her lips were still framed with a slight grin, her eyes full of love. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"What would you like? I was in the mood for some cereal."

"Do you want some eggs?" she looked all over me as she gently ran her fingers on my shoulder and stroked my arm. 

"No. I don't want you to trouble yourself. In fact if you like, I will fix you some breakfast if you want." I gently stroked her hair past her ear and touched her cheek. 

She moved closer into my hug and very gently kissed my cheek as she whispered in my ear, "When will you learn that everything I do for you is a pleasure for me." As she moved to look at me again, she looked straight in my eyes. 

"So any eggs?", she asked me firmly again with a stern smile. 

"Ok." I smiled back and kissed her on her cheek as I hugged her. "Will you have some?"

"May be," she said without losing contact with my eyes. "Scrambled or boiled? Or would you like an omelette?"

"Scrambled would be nice." I smiled. 

"Scrambled eggs coming up. Give me just a few minutes and I will get it for you." She patted my chest and planted a soft kiss gently and slowly on my lips. She waited as she looked at me deep into my eyes. As she moved away to sort out the breakfast, I started to collect the dishes and glasses to lay out the table. I got some bowls for the cereal and some milk. As I watched her beat the eggs, I could see her bum shake and sway gently. As she moved to stir them in the pan, her boobs perked the sheer robe and I could get glances of her cleavage from the place I was standing. The robe stopped just shy of her bum cheeks giving me a good eyeful of her thighs while she stood at the stove. All the while she pretended she was oblivious to my gaze. 

While she continued stirring the eggs in the saucepan, I walked behind her and hugged her gently. I wrapped my arms and pulled her close to me. As I pulled her into my arms she put the spatula down, turned the heat down, moved away from the stove into my arms and wrapped her hands over mine without turning, her back pressed on my chest. I squeezed her into my hug while she melted in my arms. I planted kisses on the back of her neck and she moaned as it sent shivers down her entire body. She lifted her hand and cupped my cheek as I kissed her, stroking my face and running her hand in my hair behind my head. As she leaned back tilting her head to let me kiss her neck, I moved my hands all over her chest touching and caressing her skin through her sheer robe. While my wandering hands glazed around, I could feel her boobs and she stroked my hand when I caressed it. 

As I calmed down and loosened my embrace, she turned her head to look at me still standing in front of the stove and softly stroked my cheek. She turned the stove down, and turned around and looked deep into my eyes. I stared at her, looking all over her face, her cheeks, her eyes and her lips. 

"I love you." I said softly. 

She planted a long kiss on my lips while throwing herself in my arms. I wrapped her tightly as I squeezed her while she melted in my arms. 

"The eggs need to be stirred." I tried to pause the hug in the situation. 

"Nothing is more important than you," she whispered. "We can always get more eggs."

I smiled. "I get these urges to hug you and kiss you all the time."

"Then every time I would stop everything just for you..." She stared deep into my eyes, running her fingers on my cheek gently playing with me, "...and I would like you never to hesitate no matter what. Agreed?" she paused her fingers caressing my cheek while she waited for my response. 

"Ok." I smiled back.

"Promise?" she was very serious in her gaze now.

"Promise." I nodded with compliance. 

"Good. I like that. Makes me realise that you want me."

"I always have and will want you." I confessed."I think these eggs are done." I tried lightening the mood. 

"Come on then sweetheart." She turned around and stirred the eggs on the dishes to serve. I buttered the toast and we sat down to eat. 

We had sat at a corner and played footsie as we ate. I could feel her soft skin as she brushed her legs against mine. I gazed at her all the while I had my breakfast and so did she. She loved my gaze wondering down her neck on to her cleavage and boobs. Her feminine beauty was riveting and I could not get enough. She loved my attention and stroked my hand and arm gently as I gazed at her. Occasionally she would look away and let me undress her with my eyes. 

"What?" she paused eating and asked after I had stared at her for a while.

"Nothing." I smiled without much response and looked away.

"Come on. Tell me." She pleaded. "Please."

"You are so beautiful." I uttered softly, hoping she would realise the sincerity in my words. 

She stroked my arm gently. "Thank you my angel. That means a lot." 

As we finished our breakfast, we sat back and relaxed in our chairs. 

"What would you like to do today?" She was first to raise the question. "Your new term starts soon doesn't it?"

"Yes. In two weeks." I replied. 

"You will get busy after that. Everything sorted then?" She always showed interest in my studies. 

"Well mostly everything. I might stop by at the mall to pick some additional things later. Nothing much." I shrugged it casually. 

"Would you like to go today? I don't mind driving you there. I would love to spend the day out with you." She smiled coyly.

"That would be nice. But I don't mind doing it later if you have anything else in mind." I suggested. 

"It would be my pleasure." She smiled with a seductive grin. 

"Ok then. Let's get ready." I beckoned her. 

"You go ahead. I will get this cleared and join you in a few minutes." 

"I will help you then. Let's do it together." I suggest caringly. 

"Ok." She smiled being thankful for my consideration. As she stood up, her robe came loose a little and she made a very lazy attempt to wrap it again. All the while we were clearing the kitchen, her seductive curves were apparent through the frail attempt of her robe to cling on, and I feasted my eyes. Every time we walked past each other or got close, I ran my hands and stole a caress or touch on her waist or bum. Every time she felt my touch, she slowed down her pace to enjoy the electricity that seemed to run through her sending chills all over her body. She took every opportunity to press herself on me every time we came close together. 

"See you in a few minutes." She threw a kiss at me as she walked into the bedroom. 

I got changed and put on her favourite aftershave. I gathered my list of things to sort out for the day and waited in the lounge for her. 

She stepped into the lounge doing the earrings in her ear. She was dressed in slender blue jeans, salmon sleeveless top with buttons done just enough to show a good cleavage. As she came close to me, I could see how it accentuated her cleavage and hugged her curves. Her hair was done in a bun over her head and she looked gorgeous. As she did her earrings, she watched my eyes eat her while she did a slow twirl. She waited for my acknowledgement with a facial question and saw the smile on my face. 

I hugged her closely and kissed her on her cheek while she hugged me gently. "You look lovely," I whispered in her ear. As we moved out of our hug, I exclaimed, "Absolutely amazing."

"Thank you honey. I'm glad you like it." 

"Let me drive." I got the keys and we locked up and got driving to the mall. On the way there the radio played soft 80s music and she had her hand on my thigh gently stroking it. I had my one hand on her hand, stroking it gently and we caught each other's gaze as we chatted during the drive. 

"Do you have much to sort out?" she inquired softly as a matter of fact. 

"Not much. Just a few things. Wont take long." I assured her.

"Take your time. I love spending time with you anyway." She smiled warmly at me. 

I stole a few caresses of her thigh as I ran my hand over it, squeezing it gently a few times. She caressed my hand to encourage me without letting me get distracted. 

Once we had parked at the mall, we stepped inside and walked slowly along the alleys. All the time she kept moving close and away from me while we slowly walked. Occasionally, her hand kept touching my elbow and she held my arm occasionally. I did notice that she was not too clingy and I realised it too. But her gaze in my eyes assured me with the same warmth she always had for me. 

We entered a few shops and I purchased a few items I needed. While walking around, she stopped at some window displays and beckoned me to check out the displays. Some were good, but I could not see her in those clothes so I just shook my head. While walking around I stepped inside a store and saw a couple of good clothes. When I pointed out some I liked, she looked through the sizes on the rack and smiled at me, "give me a few minutes. The fitting room is there." She pointed to one of the rooms in the store. "Don't walk away far. I will be quick." She had a sly caution in her voice. 

I nodded and casually followed after her as she took her dresses to try out. I saw her pop out just for a quick casual gaze at me and a slow twirl. She must had caught my smiles every time. When she came out, I told her about two out of the three that we had selected and she bought them at the check out. I could imagine her in them already. 

As we continued shopping, I ended up carrying a lot of bags soon enough. "That's getting heavy baby. Let me carry a few," she pleaded caringly.

"No, I am ok. They are not heavy." I stubbornly held on to them.

"Would you like to put them in the car at least?" she suggested me gently. "I can walk with you if you want." 

"If you don't mind waiting I will put them in the car." 

"I don't mind walking with you." she smiled. 

"It will be a fair walk. Have a seat and I will see you in minutes." I smiled back. We were standing close and just when I was ready to leave, she placed a kiss very quickly on my cheek as she got close to me. "See you soon." she stroked my arm gently. 

When I got back, I saw her waiting for me, looking at me as I walked toward her. "What next?" she asked me softly as she took my arm. 

"I'm done. What about you?" I smiled at her. 

"I've just seen some good nightwear for you." She sighed softly with a seductive look.

"Come on then." I smile back at her as we started walking. 

We walked to a store which had some satin shorts nightwear. She picked some a bit plus for my size and asked me if I liked them. "Why one size plus?" I curiously whispered. "Easy access," she whispered with a teasing face. I smiled back with a shake of my head and I mimed her 'anything for you' with a smile. 

I picked them and paid for them at the checkouts. Along with them we bought a few long nightshirts for her and some camisoles. 

After the shopping we decided to have a late lunch in a nice restaurant. We found a good Italian and sat in a quiet corner. As we enjoyed the meal, she sipped on the cool wine and kept staring at me. We made small talk while we enjoyed each other's company. Once in a while she took an excuse to feed me a spoonful of her meal and I returned the favour. She loved that often – sharing – made her feel close to me. That is why sharing a starter or the dessert was her favourite part of the meal. Licking her lips between spoonfuls was her way of letting me know how and what she was thinking. Rather than being obvious, everything she did had a feminine subtlety to it. That is what made it so sensual and she knew how to turn me on. 

I looked at her and stared straight into her eyes. 

"What?" she inquired.

I smiled. "Can I ask you something personal?" I asked her gently. 

"Of course you can my love. Anything. You know that." She smiled inquisitively.

I looked at her. "You can tell me if it's not appropriate." I sounded sincere.

She sat up, leaned forward and stroked my hand. "Go on. Spit it out. What is it you wish to ask me?" She looked sincere and serious. 

"Ok." I gathered some courage. "Why didn't you settle down with someone after your divorce?"

I looked straight at her. She sat back and seemed puzzled about the question. 

"Why would you want to know? and moreover, where is this coming from?" she sounded calm. She was looking puzzled about my inquiry, not necessarily upset. 

"I just wanted to know. It is for my own sake." I leaned forward and touched her hand. 

After a while of silence she said, "I didn't find anyone right." She shrugged her shoulders. 

"Did you date much?" I asked her calmly. 

She looked at me with deep gaze and leaned forward. She quietly spoke, "Not much. I haven't been on dates after your dad."

"None? Why not?" I was curious. "And how would you had expected to find anyone without dating?" I was puzzled.

She calmly responded, "Well I did go out on few first-dates so to speak but it never went past that." 

"How many dates did you have?" 

After pausing for a while, she replied, "about 2 or 3 I think." She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. 

"Why so few? Did you not want to settle down with someone?" I asked.

"After I separated from your dad, I was pretty hurt and I was not prepared to go through the pain again." She spoke honestly. 

"You did not find anyone suitable all this time you have been on your own?" 

"No." She was matter-of-fact. 

"What about now? Would you be interested in meeting someone now?"

"No." she smiled with ridicule.

"Why not?" 

"I ain't interested now." she smiled.

"Why not?" I looked inquisitively.

"Cause I've found what I could had only dreamed of, baby." She leaned forward and looked sensually at me.

"Really?" I smiled and stared at her. 

"Yep." she had a grin ear to ear. 

"So what happens if you find someone nice now?" 

"Nothing will happen cause I ain't looking!" she smiled. "Not interested, thank you very much." She shrugged her shoulders. 

I was amazed at her certainty. "Really?" 

"100%. I couldn't be more sure." She was adamant. "Satisfied?" she teased me.

"Yes." I nodded. "I just wanted to know."

When I had taken a moment to take in what she said, she leaned forward and quietly asked me, "now can I ask YOU something personal?" She asked with some seriousness. 

"Go on. I asked for this." I replied with a defeated smile. 

"How come I have not seen you out on dates?" 

"I don't know. I am not a very dating person I guess."

"What do you mean?" She was curious now.

"When I was growing up, I could never relate to girls my age. And not a lot of older girls were interested in me I guess."

"Why is that? Do you go for only older girls? Why?"

"I find younger girls too immature. They don't know what they want. And I don't like girls that play mind games or aren't sure of what they like."

"You would be surprised how many older ladies are just the same." 

I shrugged my shoulders. "I am glad I don't have to find it out any more." I smiled.

"What do you mean?". She stared straight into my eyes.

"My dreams have been answered. So I don't have to worry of looking for anyone any more."

"Really?" she was doubtful. 

"Yep. Not interested in anyone any more" I smiled at her mimicking how she had said it earlier.

she smiled and looked me straight in the eyes. "What if you do meet someone who will sweep you off your feet?" She was serious. "You cannot tell what you will feel in 10-15 years time."




Heavenly Love Ch. 11



"That could apply to you too. The future is not ours to worry. But I know what I have and I ain't giving it up for anything else. I know that for sure." 

She smiled, leaned forward and took my hand in hers and stroked it gently. "I for one would only hope that things remain the same. If you did change your mind, I would have to accept and understand even if it will break my heart. But that is by no means a reason for you to feel obligated. You should do what you feel right. You are under no obligation."

"I have made my choice and it will stay that way for all my life." I assured her by squeezing her hand in mine. 

"I for one will assure you that no matter what, I will always be faithful to you." She was holding my hand in her and squeezed it gently. 

"Same here." I smiled sincerely. 

She just looked at me with deep stare and blinked her eyes in acknowledgement. 

After this heavy conversation, I wanted to lighten the mood. 

"How's work?" I tried to distract her. 

"It's going ok." She smiled coyly and playfully ran her fingers along the buttons of her top. "What about you?"

"Soon I will be working on my project. Final year. Big thing." I nodded. 

"Have you decided what it is going to be?" she gazed at me. 

"I have a few ideas." I told her.

"Do you now!?" She smiled. "I could have given you some ideas too," she was teasing me while licking her lips.

"I know." I shook my head with helplessness and smiled. 

She lifted her eyebrow and showed the twinkle in her eye with a sly smile on her lips. 

"May be you could tell me about it sometime?" I decided to play along.

"Sure. Do you just want your brain stormed or get your fingers into it?" 

"Depends on the ideas" I smiled at her gazing eyes. "Does that mean you have just a few or many?"

"I have quite a few. Depends if you want to know them all." She was again toying with the buttons on her top suggestively. 

"I'd love to know them all."

"Really?" She grinned coyly. 

"You know I would." I wanted to sound sincere. "Anything from you, I'm all ears."

"and hands, fingers, lips and more..." she giggled with a girly laugh. 

I laughed out with her. "Cant wait."

"Promises promises." While she stared straight at me, she tilted her head and popped her tongue out at me. 

"You always have had my full attention," I smiled at her.

"And I always like that." She touched my hand and gently ran her fingers across it. "Shall we?", she gestured if we were ready to leave.

"Come on then."

We paid and started our way back home. The evening was looking very interesting.



Heavenly Love Ch. 12



Hi. I wanted to leave this series at a point where things were said between them and they were clear where they stood with each other. I don't mind stopping it here for now since it indicates a happy sustainable ending with lot of potential for the future. IF I feel like adding more chapters to this series, I will be able to carry on from this point. As I write for my pleasure I cannot guarantee for that to happen as it depends if I get inspired. 

Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. As usual, if you have landed on this story as a new reader, it would be beneficial if you read the series from the first. 

Constructive feedback will be greatly appreciated. 

I greatly appreciate my fan base for all the encouraging words you have provided me throughout. Hope it was worth the wait.

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Bathtimes, bedtimes 

On our way back home, she had turned on her side and had not taken her eyes off me. Every now and then, I glanced at her and smiled. Her hand kept stroking my thigh gently, careful as not to distract me too much. 

"I have had a lovely time with you." She purred coming close to me and squeezing my thighs. 

"I'm glad. Me too." I caressed her cheek gently. 

As we entered our house, I went into my room to put the things away and she went away to her room. After a little while I came into the lounge and saw her sitting on the couch, her legs folded beneath her bum, in a casual nightshirt that we had just bought. Seeing her in it, I smiled. "Looks so good on you."

"Thanx. It is so soft and comfy. Reminds me of your arms wrapped around me." She spoke looking straight at me. "Have you tried your satin boxers?" 

"Not yet. Would you like me to?" I was curious. 

She just nodded with a very girly shyness. 

I changed into the boxers. They fit me loose, just barely clinging on my hips without sliding down. But I quickly realised why she had gotten one size plus. They were very short on the thighs, exposed a small bit of my bum cheeks and gave very good access to my prick from under. The sheer material felt very soft and genteel. I added a thin T-shirt on top and walked in the lounge. 

"Wow." She exclaimed with bright eyes. "Just as I had imagined on you." 

As I walked closer to her, she let her legs down and beckoned me to sit next to her on the couch. As I settled in, she shifted and snuggled next to me. I shifted to adjust my boxers and made sure they were loose around my prick. 

As she caressed her hand on my bare thighs, she felt the sheer material. 

"It is soft. Is it comfortable? Does it fit?" she genuinely asked.

"Yes. Fits perfect." I nodded.

"Not too loose?" her gaze was sensual. 

"It doesn't slip down on its own. But it wont take much to slide it off." I smiled teasingly. 

"X-cccelent" she hissed with sexy voice. As she moved closer, her hand which was caressing my thigh, was now edging its way closer under the garment. There was good clearance for her to slide her hand inside, shallow, before she could touch and feel my prick and my balls. 

"umm. This is convenient." She whispered as she gently caressed around my prick. 

"I love when you express your desires for me." I looked deep into her eyes. 

"It should work both ways." She stared in my eyes. "I love it so much for you to express yours. Makes me feel loved and close to you." 

"I'm still getting used to my dreams turning out into reality." I softly spoke to her. 

She gently moved up and holding my head with her hand, kissed me passionately. "Nothing will ruin what we have now. You have me for life. No matter what, I am all yours."

"I often worry about doing something silly and offending or upsetting you." I confessed.

"You are everything I ever wanted. There is nothing you could do to upset me. And even if something did happen, we will sort it out together." She kissed me gently on my lips again before settling in my hug. 

As we cuddled, I kept stroking your back and kept hugging her, squeezing her into me. We sat there quietly for a while, she was just caressing my thigh and teasing me with her finger tips around my groin. 

"I have something in mind I wanted us to do for a while." she softly purred.

"Go on." I was waiting for you to continue.

"How about a nice hot bath before bed?" 

"That sounds lovely." I hugged her to show my acknowledgement. "That would be our first."

"There will be a lot of firsts for us. We will enjoy them one at a time." She cuddled sensually against me again, stroking my face gently and looking in my eyes with a deep gaze.

"Shall I run the bath?" I inquired.

"In a minute. Just hold me for now. I love it in your arms like this." She purred shifting closer to me. 

We sat there cuddled like that for a while. I was not sure if it was her fragrance, her warmth, her genteel touch or just her, but I was propping a good tent by now in my boxers. I guessed the effect was intentional as she kept enjoying and encouraging it. 

After a few more minutes, she moved out of the cuddle and kissed my cheek before standing up. She held out her hand and beckoned me to go with her. "Come on then. Let's have a nice soak together."

As I got up, we walked holding hands to the bathroom. I started running the hot water. She disappeared somewhere. While I was getting the towels ready, I decided to mix some bath oils too. When she came back into the bathroom, she was carrying two candles, two glasses and a bottle of wine. She smiled at me after showing all these off to me and set the glasses next to the bath. She lit the candles, turned the lights off and placed them to light the room with them. It looked romantic and sensual in the bathroom. 

"Give me a minute." I said hurriedly and stepped out of the bathroom. 

I walked in with a small stereo with a USB of our favourite songs. As I plugged it in, I powered it and hit play. I adjusted the volume to a low setting that filled the bathroom with a gentle vibrancy. 

As we looked at each other, she lifted your nightshirt over her head and let it drop on the floor. She had nothing underneath and looked amazing.

She came close to me, gently slipped her fingers inside the elastic, caressing my skin then gently pushed my boxers below my hips and as they fell to my ankles she touched my erection ever so gently. She helped me get my t-shirt off. As we stood there, she got drawn into my arms and slowly and gently wrapped her arms around me pulling herself into my embrace. I wrapped her tightly running my hands all over her back and bum. 

She pulled out of the hug just to plant her lips on mine, slowly, gently but in deep passion. Her arms were wrapped around my neck pulling me on her lips as she kissed me deep. I had my hands all over her back pulling her close to me, holding her bum and pulling her hips so I could press my erection on her. 

Feeling the passion increase, she slowed down and moved out of the hug. She looked at me with sexy eyes. 

"Shall I get in first?" I asked her. 

She simply nodded. 

As I stepped in one leg at a time, the heat raised my warmth and I slowly settled in the bath. 

"Is it too hot?" she asked me cautiously. 

"I don't think it is too hot. It is ok once you settle in." I gave her my hand to help her while she stepped in the bath. Taking my hand she slowly stepped in one foot at a time and lowered herself in front of me with her back pressed against my chest. 

"Hot hot hot." she exhaled rapidly. 

I giggled. "Is it too hot for you? I could let in some cold water if you want."

"No. It will be ok. Just give me a minute." She was breathing rapidly. 

As she settled into my hug, she seemed to slow her breathing and relax. 

"There, see? It's not that hot once you get used to it." I tried to soothe her by hugging her from the back. 

As I leaned back, I pulled her in my hug on my chest and she leaned on me as she relaxed. We settled into the hot bath and she wrapped my arms around her, gently stroking them to encourage me. 

As I ran my hand all over her, I kept seeking places I could caress. 

"I am going to pour myself a glass. Would you like one?" she asked me. 

"Sure." I complied. 

As we sipped on the wine we relaxed in each other's arms. She drank a mouthful and put the glass on the side of the bath. Then she began to stroke my thighs and legs while I ran my hands over her boobs and thighs. 

As I neared her pelvis, her hand on mine pressed it gently to continue my caressing into the deeper part. 

She gently moved up on my chest and threw her arms at the back around my neck. It exposed her breasts out of the water so I gently splashed the hot water on her shoulder and boobs to keep them warm. Occasionally I would run my hands gently on her boobs caressing and cupping them softly. At my touch she seemed to be melting every minute. She kept caressing my cheek with her palm and turning her face into my neck to kiss me. I kissed her neck and sent shivers down her body. 

"Oh the things you do to me." She gasped on my kisses. "Your touch is electric." 

I just kept caressing and kissing her. "I could not have imagined this would had happened in real-life. It is like my best dreams have come true with you." I hugged her to reassure. 

"Same here. I am just too lucky that you love me the way you do." She spoke softly. 

"I was going to say the same. I love the way you love me. Is there something you would like me to change?" I inquired.

"Nope." she replied confidently. 

"Sure? There must be something you would like to change about me." I nudged her a bit to say something.

"u-huh. you are just purr-fect." she purred. After a silent moment, she purred, "well I could ask you to not be hesitant to express your desires for me." Her voice seemed teasing. "But I know you will get better at it as we get closer together."

"I am good at it already." I protested hugging her closer. 

"Yes but I would like more." She giggled.

"You always want more." I hugged her close.

"You complaining mister?" she turned around with big eyes.

"Not at all." I laughed. "Just saying that I have a mountain to climb but I love every step upward." 

"I don't know what you are complaining about. You send ME up high mountains all the time with your kissing and caressing. I find myself seldom on the ground these days." She purred. "I am just worried of being too clingy", she confessed in a low voice. She didn't turn around to look at me.

I pulled her around to face me. "Hey. Don't ever say that. I hope I have not upset you by behaving in any way to suggest that you are clingy. In fact, I love all the attention you shower on me. It is me who sometimes feel that I may be asking too much of you."

"Never. You have no idea how I crave your attention." She looked deep into my eyes with sensual desire. "Every time you look at me, my heart skips a beat. When I feel your touch, you send goose bumps all over me. Every time I feel you inside me, I feel complete. I wither every minute I am not with you. When you hunger for me, I feel more of a woman. This is why I keep telling you not to withhold your desires. They keep me going. You could not imagine the pleasure I get by pleasing you." She looked deep into my eyes. 

I turned her face to kiss her on the lips. "You have to understand. You are my dream come true. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. And as such I would not forgive myself if I upset you in anyway. That is why I am hesitant expressing myself in case you don't appreciate it." I spoke gently. 

"We have to get past this. I think if we encouraged each other even through mistakes, as long as we are honest and open to each other, we will have nothing to worry." She looked to seek my acknowledgement. 

I nodded. 

"Shall we toast to that?" she smiled with glee.

We raised our glasses. "To pleasant mistakes." She raised her glass.

"and fruitful errors." I raised mine. 

As we clung our glasses, she said, "Bottoms up baby."

We gulped it down in one go. 

"Go on, fill me up." She winked at me. 

I just smiled and filled our glasses again. 

"I love this wine." She said as she settled in my hug again. 

"Me too. It is smooth as silk, like you." I caressed her gently. 

"mmm. Keep talking." She purred.

I moved my hand down her tummy to her thighs and I felt her part her legs for me. 

I caressed her thigh slowly as I narrowed my touching on to her labia. When she felt my touch, her breathing increased and she nudged her forehead in my cheek. I kissed her cheek and she pushed herself bit higher against my chest to give me an easier reach to her labia. 

I gently ran my fingers on her labia and rubbed my middle finger in between them. With every touch she was breathing heavy. Her hands were at the back of my head wrapped around my neck and she was opening herself up like a flower bud. 

As I caressed her labia, I sank my finger in between the lips and touched her inner lips. She gasped. The warm water was making her vagina lips warm and tender. I started to rub my fingers all over her labia parting them and sliding in them all the while. 

She turned her lips and kissed my cheeks, whispering softly in my ear "I love you so much baby." 

"Pity I wont feel your juices run on my finger in the bath when you cum." I smiled. 

"If you slide deeper, you will feel just how wet you make me. and that's not the water." She seductively suggest me. 

I slid my finger inside her as I tried to reach deeper. As she felt me slide in, she moved her hand and pressed on my hand over her cunt to encourage me to dig deeper. 

"sss.. uh. That feels nice." She gasped deeply. 

I slided and dug deeper and further inside. I could feel the warmth inside her vagina. She closed her legs and locked my hand in place, while gasping deeply, "oh you are so good."

After a while, she parted her thighs again and whispered, "There, have it." 

Her seductive submission for pleasuring her was very erotic. I rubbed her lips and located her clit gently. As I started to massage it, I could tell it was getting her aroused and close to a climax. I moved my other hand on her boob and caressed and massaged it gently. As I rubbed her clit and massaged it, she came a few times and as she came she shuddered in my arms. It must have been deep as she collapsed with ecstasy. I gave her moments to recover before I started again. After a few times of cumming, she rolled around and faced me. Looking deep in my eyes, she kissed me deeply. Her lips licked my lips, then kissed me all over my cheeks and then ran down the side of my neck. As she straddled on top, she bent her legs and positioned herself on top of me.

Her pelvis kept circling over my prick with her cunt touching it while she straddled me. Taking that hint, I held her bum, with my fingers parted her swollen pussy and gently pressed my hard prick on her vagina. As she lowered herself on me, I thrust myself inside her slowly. 

As she felt me slide inside her, she gasped, "ah, that feels so good. You have made me whole again." and she smiled. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder as she straddled me. I held her bum and gently slid in and out of her vagina. The water was making the thrusting a bit clumsy as the waves were splashing the water all over. 

"Do you think you want to continue this in bed?" she purred seductively in my ear. 

"I would love to" I whispered back in her ear. My words must ignite her like touch paper. 

"oooo. I can only wait." she kissed me softly. 

As she moved away from me, she slowly stood up. As she turned around, I could see her sweet bum right in front of me. Just when she had put one foot outside the bath she was bending over and I could see her peachy cunt between her thighs. I instinctively reached out and touched her pussy. It must have taken her by surprise. She paused to see what I had in mind. I moved in between her thighs and holding her hips, pressed my lips on her pussy. I kissed her all over her pussy and kissed her bum cheeks. She gently parted her legs making room for me to kiss deeper. I parted her bum cheeks with my fingers and then licked her pussy slowly. 

I could feel her bliss as she rocked her bum in rhythm to meet my tongue. 

"Oh fuck. You are something baby." she exclaimed. 

When I finally stopped, she got out and wrapped herself in a towel. She turned around and opened my towel and held it in open arms in anticipation for me to come out of the bath. 

I smiled and stepped out of the bath. She wrapped me in the towel and started to dry me by rubbing it all over. I held her in my arms and tried to dry her too. Occasionally I kissed her lips and she smiled. 

When we were dried, I pulled the plug in the bath and let the water run through. I took the candles in the bedroom and she carried the stereo. 

I laid the candles around in the bedroom. It lit up the bedroom with a soft warm glow. The stereo continued playing our favourite music. 

As I looked at her, she gestured me to lie in the middle along the width of the bed. With a surprise expression, I followed her lead and lay in the middle. I saw her walk around and climb in the bed on her fours. She climbed from the direction of my head and looking down on me kissed my lips inverted. It felt weird and different but just as sensual as usual. She continued kissing me down my chest as she crawled slowly past my chest and down to my tummy. 

I soon realised she was trying to get into a 69. So I moved my hands from below her and as she crawled in position, guided her bum so her pussy was exactly on top of my lips. When she was in position, I caressed her bum and parted her shaved pussy, and pulled her hips down on my face. She followed and lowered her pussy on my lips and felt my tongue lick it. As she felt me kiss and lick her pussy, she got aroused and started stroking my hard prick. I could feel her hand pull back and then I felt her warm wet lips lick and kiss it. As she took it all the way inside her mouth, I could feel her warm wet mouth. It felt just like her pussy. She licked and sucked me gently and slowly, stroking and caressing my thighs and balls at the same time. 

All this was driving me wild. I parted her bum cheeks and lowered her pelvis on my face. As I pressed her pussy on my lips, I started kissing it slowly and deeply. I spread the swollen pussy lips and dug my tongue inside the vagina. While licking her pussy, I touched her clit and it made her shudder. I picked the cue and I pressed my lips on it sucking on it and licking and flicking it with my tongue. It must have sent her crazy as her lips on my prick were working more intensely. She ran her hands and fingers all over my balls and thighs caressing them gently and tenderly. 

I loved licking and sucking her clit because I was getting a reverse feedback on my prick through her hungry and aroused mouth. I caressed her bum and kissed it all over. When I ran my tongue all over her perineum, I could hear her gasp loudly. Every time I realised she loved it, I got into doing it more deep and intense. 

Then I parted her pussy lips and darted my tongue deep inside her vagina. All the while I was running my hands all over her back and bum. She seemed to love it all.

I felt her shudder a few times when she came. I could feel her pussy pulsate every time she came. I was thrilled that I was getting her to cum. Every time she came I gave her a moment and then started it all over again. 

Her sucking on my prick was getting deep and intense. Her caresses on my balls and thighs were setting me alight. Her gentle fingertips were so tender and sensual. 

I could feel my orgasm building. I could hold back no longer. I think she felt the climax building. "I am going to cum," I sighed. But I realised she had not stopped sucking. In fact she continued sucking me and as she increased the sucking and caressing I exploded in her mouth. I kissed her pussy deeply as I came inside her mouth, and she gently pumped by balls to encourage me to squirt every drop. It was deep and intense because I sucked on her clit while she came too. 




Heavenly Love Ch. 12



When I stopped, she continued licking my prick gently as she felt it pulsate. 

Then I felt her move gently and she turned around and lay beside me. 

"That was out of this world," she exclaimed. "You are one hell of a lover." She gently caressed my face and cheek. 

"I wanted to let you know I was cumming." I hinted to her.

"And I loved it. You taste very nice." You smiled coyly. 

"Really? You liked it?" I was surprised. 

"I loved it. I love it when you come in my mouth. It is so erotic and sensual at the same time."

I just smiled. "You are amazing woman." 

"Now I know something additional that I will be enjoying to do with you." She winked at me with a tease. 

"Like what?" I was curious.

"You will find out soon enough." She teased me while rolling on her back. 

While we lay there, she put her arm around my chest as I held her. We decided to get into bed under the sheets. 

As we climbed in, I blew the candles and let the room dim. I turned off the stereo. 

"Can I have something to drink. I am thirsty." She asked me to get some drink. 

"How about some pop?"

"That will be fine." she answered. 

I went in the kitchen and fetched a cold can of pop for her. While she sipped it, I got into bed. 

"You want some too?" she asked me considerately. 

"Sure." I took some sips. 

As we settled under the sheets, we turned to face each other. She caressed my face and cheek with her fingers. 

She reached over and kissed me on my lips sensually. "That was absolutely amazing. You are such a good lover."

"I loved it too, every minute of it. You are more than just amazing. You are a miracle." I spoke softly. 

"I love you baby. You are everything to me and I love pleasing you," she whispered. 

"Same here." 

"Oh you do honey. You quench me every time, thoroughly and deeply" she smiled and cuddled in my arms as we drifted to sleep.