****** Eddy's Mother, Jackie: (A Greek tragedy revisited) by Plumes of a
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Eddy's Mother, Jackie: (A Greek tragedy revisited)


It was the winter of my fourteenth year as I recall. Boredom settled and
stretched along the vermilion twilight skies. Doldrums was my new vocabulary
word--a lonely, only child to a single, doting mother. My father, unwise in his
choice of leaving a woman of slowly smoldering age had left us to our deepening
friendship. Though his whereabouts where unknown to me, I realized that he did
send adequate alimony.

Two years previous to the time of this story's unfolding warm, nurturing
layers, I recalled how Jackie would hold me through the night. Comforting me,
she cradled me near her voluptuous bosom, repetitiously saying how, though my
father had left, I always had her. That she would raise me, educate and
embellish those lessons necessary for life.

Kindly wrapped within the folds of her perfumed flesh, I slept soundly; my body
delicately pressed against her silky belly and thighs. Her warmth was an ember
and a comfort in the coldness of night.

As years passed, I became accustomed to these lingering lyrical dialogues that
arose like a song between us while we reclined either on my bed or hers.
Patiently and conscientiously she would tell and embellish about: music, books,
memories of her childhood, things that had once inspired her and how I was
always to be the center of her world.

Steadily I learned to ignore other ignoble children my age while attentively
adoring my mother, elevating her to a status of true beauty; a muse replete
with a regenerative womb--the mythical rebirth from the ashes for which all
artists desire. Such gifts my mother gave me by opening the hirsute doorway to
her womb.

Though I do not recall the specific night during the fourteenth winter of my
awakening youth, I often reminisce about the exact sounds, the falling shadows
of her bedroom door when I walked in to gently stir her from deep slumber.

With sleepy eyes, she gazed upwards at my exposed, supple limbs. Around my
waist I wore a pair of her favorite satin undergarments. This was of no
surprise. She vigorously encouraged me to engage in new ideas, experiments with
myself and to feel comfortable about my budding male physique.

When I was unable to sleep, she informed me that I should wake her so that we
might spend our sumptuous time together.

"Unable to sleep Eddy?" she asked, steadily staring at my naive sex vaguely
sprouting from beneath the sheen of her panties.

"Mother," I said prompt and appropriately, yearning for her valued attention,
"I can't sleep. I had a dream of some old man... I don't know him--never seen
him: wasn't grandpa or dad or nothin' like that... but it was some old man
shaking his finger at me, tellin' me not to touch myself. I didn't like him. He
scared me--"

"There, there... you're in a fit almost... come and sit by mommy and tell me
more if you want," she said, feeling my forehead with her flower scented
forearm. "What do you think he was trying to tell you?"

"He said something 'bout goin' blind? That if I felt my ding-a-ling I'd go
blind. It scared me bad--"

"Well, I don't think you have a fever. Would you like to lay in bed with
mommy?"

I nodded enthusiastically, especially for her maternal display of sympathy.

"Come here," she said, as I moved closer. Gently she rested her palm along the
silky folds of her favored cloth and continued, "you can't go blind from
rubbing this darling. Rub it anytime you want... I know it makes you feel good
and you should feel good. That's how we learn about our bodies and how to have
sex--"

"How does sex work again?"

"Would you like mommy to show you where a man puts his penis again?"

"Yes, mommy, yes," I said.

Sitting up in bed, she slowly lifted up her nighty, revealing the plush mound
of her sex. The room was instantly scented. A dainty, dangerous flower opened
to her son. Such immense luminosity from her own lineage.

"See this, that's where it feels good," she gently pointed with the tip of her
finger resting firmly against the glistening pebble point between her lips.
"Would you like to feel it?"

Nodding, I allowed my fingers to play in her humid garden.

"That's so nice," she said gently sighing. A soothing sweet breath released
from her crescent moon lips.

"May I kiss you mommy? I've seen actors kissing in movies--"

"Of course... kiss mommy, show mommy how they kiss in the movies, honey," she
said as I approached her parted mouth. Gently I eased my lips along hers,
puckering and making sounds that resembled a kiss. "Not so hard and fast...
slower honey, slower--take your time... be gentle with a woman when you kiss
her, it is important. Now this time let mommy ease her tongue into yours. Does
that sound fun?"

Swiftly, excitedly nodding my head I felt her tongue moistly smooth over my
delectable palate.

"Doesn't that feel better?" she asked.

"Yes mommy, it does and look at how big my thing is getting--"

"I know, it looks so large and feels so hard. Do you want to show mommy?"

With an innocent, "Sure," I undressed fully in front of my mother's discerning
eyes.

"So lovely," she whispered. "You look like a man and you're hardly a day over
fourteen... how did you grow up so fast?"

"That feels good--"

"It should... does it feel good when you rub it at the tip?"

"Yesssss," I whispered extensively with excessive, delicious tasting S's.

"May mommy help?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... Mommy," I repeated several times with a mouthful of M's to
adorn her ivory clean fingers wrapping around my head. Within a few moments her
hand was warmed by my white distillate. Intoxicated by the ambrosia of my
member, she kissed me again and then drank from my phallus, savoring its taste.

-------Entr'acte-------

Now, as an old man, writing and reflecting on the sensuous past with my mother,
I hold her gold pendant in my hand, trying to remember each distinct curve of
her body. A blind man only has his memories.

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