A mother's love

Chapter 14

Brian was even less sure of where he stood with Brenda after they'd made love. In the time that he had been with her that night he had witnessed her undergo remarkable transformations, from comforting and motherly to seductive and controlling to gentle and loving. He didn't know Brenda as well as he should have known her given all that they'd been through. The truth was that when she had taken him to her bedroom and taken complete possession of him he had been more than a little scared. She'd shown him a side of herself he'd never seen before: insecure, jealous and controlling. For a time she'd seemed almost unstable.

He was reminded that he knew nothing about her other than that she'd never had any children; that was the complete extent of his knowledge of her. He couldn't bring himself to push for more answers about her past; when he was with her he was so overwhelmed by her that he was powerless to assert himself as an equal partner who expected a certain amount of information. Now that they were making love he was even more helpless; he was putty in her hands. He had been keeping any questions he had about what kind of woman has a relationship with one of her students far away from his thoughts. Following the episode of Brenda forcibly taking his virginity those questions were pushed to the fore of his mind. He hadn't gone to her, she had come to him in the library and every step that they had taken since then had been precipitated by her. He had to learn more about her, before things between them got any more serious he had to learn more about this woman who was a complete mystery to him. This was easier said than done. Resistance was futile in the face of Brenda's naked body. Their new routine was that at night, after his mother had gone to bed, Brian would leave the house, walk down the street to Brenda's car and they would drive to her apartment, where they would make love until it was time for her to drive him back home.

Not since the first time they'd made love did Brenda exercise her power over him as she had that night. She appreciated the sensitivity with which she needed to proceed as she nurtured his sexual growth and she accordingly afforded him all the time and patience he needed to realize his sexual self. During their time together in her bed she withdrew and made herself a vessel whose sole purpose was the advancement of his edification. She said nothing reproving about his nervous tentativeness or his poor stamina. When it was over and he collapsed on top of her gasping for air, feeling ashamed of the inadequacy of his performance, Brenda would put her arms around him and whisper to him in his ear that everything was okay, he'd done just fine. They mostly made love with him on top, this allowed Brian to go at his own pace and the control he got to exhibit was good for his confidence. Whenever Brenda was on top it was to relax Brian, to relieve him of the burden of being the responsible one when they made love.

Brian knew that he was never actually in control. When he was on top of her and looking down into her eyes he could see her superior awareness and self-command, products of her greater age and experience. After their fourth night together, he began to wonder if what he'd always wanted, to enjoy the fullness of Brenda, would forever be out of his reach. He had made it far too easy for her to appropriate him. Since she'd first kissed him in her storeroom he had done nothing but surrender to her. They couldn't go on like this, it wasn't sustainable. He said as much to her after they'd made love on their fifth night together.

"I don't want us to do it like this anymore," he sat up in bed and said to her over his shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"All you've been doing so far is teaching me the basic functions of sex, that's not what I want; I want to know what you want, I want to know how to pleasure you."

"Okay," she expelled a breath of acquiescence and said to him.

Brenda pulled him back down to her and kissed him for a short while, then she placed her hand on the top of his head and pushed him down her body. In the absence of any concerns about stamina, Brian took to the task she assigned him with confidence and determination. Brenda did nothing to guide him, she left him to develop an intimate acquaintance with her cunt all on his own, a process she delighted in being the subject of. Her sporadic spasms served as his navigational points. Every spasm encouraged him and he continued assiduously until her sporadic spasms coalesced and she started writhing. He moved his hands assuredly up her body and took her breasts in them; her breathing quickened and deepened. Brian was keenly aware of the metamorphosis she was undergoing; his perceptiveness of Brenda's being was crystal clear. There was no doubting his arrival at his destination. Brenda grabbed the back of his head with both her hands, pushed down on it and clamped it between her thighs, holding it there until she was released from the full body contraction that he had produced.

Out of breath and out of energy, Brenda was in no way prepared for Brian not being done. He removed his head from between her thighs, travelled back up her body and with no regard for her readiness for him he entered her. Brian at that moment was unrecognizable to her, the single minded look in his eyes was one against which Brenda was defenceless. She yielded herself to him. She bound his body with her legs and arms and pulled him down on top of her so there was nothing between their two bodies. Something was happening that she hadn't anticipated would happen so soon, that she hoped wouldn't happen for a long time. Brian was breaking free from her, from the authority that she had imposed on him that she only marginally relinquished on occasions when her aim was to draw him closer to her.

Therest of the time they spent together that night passed wordlessly. Too spentfrom their unprecedented exertions they laid together in bed and, in silencepunctured only by the sounds of their breathlessness, contemplated thetransformative impact of what they'd just shared while they waited for theirtorpor to dissipate. The whole time that they had been together Brenda hadalways been the one responsible for initiating and advancing things, aresponsibility that at times left her feeling unduly burdened. By laying claimto her in bed the way he had Brian had not only freed himself, he had alsofreed her. Unburdened of her moral conflicts she could enjoy physical pleasurewith Brian guiltlessly; the thought that she was in some way violating himwould assail her no more.