Mark didn’t know that he had given his mother the satisfaction she herself hadn’t known she was in dire need of, what she had really craved for. All the times she had fucked her young lovers, she had taken it that her satisfaction was complete, she couldn’t have been wrong, Mark, her own son had just revealed it to her.
Sarah had sought, found, seduced her young lovers after Pete had seduced her, her belief was that she needed them. That she needed satisfying while Ken was away, it was all a big mistake, in her befuddled brain she was now thinking of the horrible way she had been acting. Pete had brought her unwitting troubles to the surface, but instead of bringing hope and relief, it had exacerbated her situation.
Mark, unwittingly had found the key to her deeper problems, his prick was it. He had put it in the lock of her shuttered being, and opened the door, and now Sarah could step through it and back into the sunlight from the dark places she had visited and finding herself in. Sarah felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her, she also understood somehow that her roaming days with young lovers, even possible future older ones, were well and truly over, she had Mark!
Mark was now making love to his mother; his strokes in and out were long and slow, languid, though still strident, and very personal. He wanted to please her now instead of hurting her, he wanted to see her smile at him. He wanted to know that she was happy, satisfaction was for the future, which today was now.
She tightened her hold, her legs closed over his and gripped, her arms held him near, her nails dug in, he moaned, she dug deeper, making him moan more. Then she opened her eyes, they connected with his, she smiled, he smiled, Sarah raised her head slightly and kissed him.
“Mark, I love you darling, I’m so sorry about, er, please forgive me Mark please?” and she nodded her head at the door meaning the garage man. “I honestly don’t know what came over me; I was feeling just so lonely,” she told him. She hoped he had no idea of what her immediate past had been, of her other young lovers, but if he didn’t know now, he never would know either, she decided.
“I’m applying for the college here mom,” he said softly, “you’ll never be on your own again, I’ll be right here when dads away, and I’ll take care of things when he is.” This wasn’t lost on his mother, she stared at him trying to work out if he was meaning what she thought he was meaning.
“You’ll take care of me Mark, what do you mean?” she asked, she wanted to know where she stood now. Sarah needed the comfort of him actually saying what he had meant, what he intended. She still had fears of being really found out about her recent past.
“I mean, that when he is away, you won’t need to look elsewhere, debase, embarrass and disgrace not only us, but yourself too,” he told her forcefully, even a little cruelly. “I have noticed a change in you for the last 3 months or so mom, you haven’t been with us in your head. So I’m assuming you have been, how shall I put it?” He raised his eyes and eye brows as if thinking deeply, “Ah, I know mom,” he said nastily, “shagging every bloke you have met!”
“Mark,” she cried, that hit her where it hurt and she didn’t like it, not one bit. Had she really been that obvious, had Ken noticed? Now she knew she would have to rely totally on her son’s good will not to ruin, what she in fact, she had started to ruin.
Sarah broke into tears, “I’m sorry Mark, I am honey, I really am. I still don’t understand this myself. Please can we talk about this a little?” by saying, ‘a little,’ she was hoping Mark didn’t want to talk about her indiscretions at all.
“What’s done is done mom,” he said, “all you need to know is you and I are taking a new direction, one that will be steered by me from now on!” Sarah couldn’t, in her fuzzy mind, still wasn’t sure what he was meaning.
“How Mark, tell me what you mean baby, please?” He rolled to one side and looked at her, his finger tips squeezed a sizeable nipple, she folded before him. Now she knew, or thought she did.
