CHAPTER 22: REMEMBER, BEFORE BEING YOUR LOVER... I’M YOUR MOTHER

«Rennie, you’ve been acting a little strange lately... Are you sure everything’s okay?» Isabelle asks, concerned.

The moon shines high outside the window of what used to be her bedroom—now ours—casting a pale silver glow over our naked skin.

She’s lying on top of me, chest to chest, while my cum still drips from her ass.

Yeah, ever since that day at spa, it’s like Isabelle forgot she has a pussy too.

Sex with her is still the greatest pleasure in the world, yet this time felt... different, somehow.

Or rather, I know what was different—I just don’t understand why.

It’s about Elaine.

Yesterday, in the school bathroom, we were this close to fucking—but at the last second, she pulled away.

She said things with that Tyler guy are getting more serious than she expected, and that we can’t act like two single best friends anymore.

According to her, it would be deeply disrespectful to a guy who’s clearly getting closer to her every day.

I should be happy for her, right? She found someone who makes her happy, someone she deserves.

Then why the hell does this piss me off so much?

She even invited me out this Saturda—a trio date.

Me, her, and Tyler.

Sounds like a blast, huh? Watching them play lovebirds all night...

She insists I should get to know Tyler, even become his friend.

But how the hell am I supposed to be friends with the guy who took one of the two most important women in my life?

«Nothing, Isabelle. I mean it. I’m fine...»

I try to sound calm and composed, but she knows me too well.

Not a single flicker of sadness or tension escapes her eyes.

I’m like an open book to her, and there’s no way I can hide when something’s wrong.

But I can’t possibly tell her the truth — she’d scream loud enough for the entire Bronx to hear.

«Rennie, you know you can’t lie to me, so why do you even try? The way you fucked me tonight... it’s obvious something was wrong. You weren’t the usual Rennie. It felt like you did it more out of obligation than desire...»

Her voice cracks just a little.

I flinch as I realize her eyes are shimmering with a thin veil of tears while her fingers gently caress my hair.

«Rennie, I love you, both as a son and as a man... but it would be selfish of me to force you into something more than what should exist between a mother and her child, or even two lovers living under the same roof. Sure, sometimes I’ve overreacted when I saw you flirting with some pretty girl, but that’s because I imagined you and I were a real couple—me as your only woman, and you as my only man, and so I acted accordingly. But your distance these past few days made me realize maybe all of this is wrong... I desire you, Rennie, more than I’ve ever desired anyone, but I can’t expect that desire to be mutual... What scares me is the thought that you’re only going along with this because of gratitude, or fear, or because you think that if you rejected me, I’d start treating you like garbage—which is absolutely not true. So whatever is going through your head right now, don’t keep it inside, Rennie. Talk to me. Remember, before being your lover... I’m your mother.»

As if her words weren’t painful enough, my heart tightens the moment her tears drip onto my chest.

Why is she saying these things?

Why would she think I don’t want her anymore?

It’s bullshit!

The biggest load of bullshit that’s ever come out of her mouth!

Or maybe... maybe this is just an excuse to put an end to what we have?

No, I don’t believe that... her tears feel too real.

I want to tell her a thousand things. Reassure her that her feelings are more than reciprocated.

That she’s the most important woman in my life...

But all those words pile up in my throat and die there as soon as I see Isabelle’s tear-stained face.

No word will ever be enough to calm her—only a gesture.

I grab her by the hips, roll us over—now I’m the one on top.

And then...

...a kiss. Gentle.

Like the kind you give the woman you love to wake her up in the morning—just like Mrs. Lunsford taught me.

My right hand clutches Isabelle’s breast, my left grips her thigh, and my tongue caresses hers as we kiss.

Without a doubt, it’s the most loving kiss I’ve ever given in my life—a love so deep that no word could ever express it.

Only a kiss can carry it all.

My cock, hard again, slides inside her—into her pussy this time, now wetter than even her eyes.

Our naked, sweaty bodies are tangled together on that mattress soaked with our fluids.

And she smiles like I’ve never seen her smile in the eight years we’ve been together.

Not with her mouth—but with her eyes.

We keep kissing, and I gently wipe her tears away with my thumbs, brushing her reddened cheeks.

She’s understood.

She’s realized how much I love her.

How important she is to me.

How precious this bond between us is.

And that I would never, ever want to lose it.

«I’m so happy, Rennie... aaah... so happy that you love me as much as I love you... You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world... aaah...»

«I never want to hear you say something like that again, Isabelle. Never doubt me. Never doubt how I feel about you. Ever again. Am I clear?»

My tone is firm. Cold.

The voice of someone who’s been hurt. Disappointed.

Someone who didn’t expect to hear those words from her.

She pulls her luscious, red-painted lips away from mine for just a momen —stares into my eyes, smiles again, and silently nods before we resume kissing.

It’s been a long time since we fucked with this much passion, this much urgency.

Moaning, panting, drowning in each other like animals.

We probably woke up half the building.

Actually, I don’t think we’ve ever had sex this intense—maybe only our first time together, more than four years ago, could compare.

Maybe it was the fear of losing me.

Maybe it was my desperate need to show her I’d never leave.

I don’t know what sparked it.

But I know one thing for sure: I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but here, in her arms, while she sleeps and her warm breath brushes against my skin—and my cum still drips down her thighs.