A mother's love

Chapter 15

There had been, during the time that he had been making love to her, moments when Brian had felt almost separated from himself. When he'd been looking down at Brenda the look of pleasure on her face had been so profound that it was incredulous to him that he was the one who was causing it. The approbation that he received from Brenda's body while he'd had his head between her legs had flowed through him like an intravenously administered stimulant. At long last he was giving to Brenda; her gaping mouth, expanded eyes, uncontrollable breathing and the inextricably tight grip in which she had clasped him with her arms and legs left no room for interpreting the reaction within her that he was responsible for. The sense of accomplishment he experienced was overpowering; in the limited capacity he had left for thought all he could think about was how he wanted to keep giving to her.

He wouldn't say that he'd changed, more like he had become, like fragments that had been dispersed throughout him had amalgamated into something whole and identifiable. Those fragments had been scattered by Brenda when she'd kissed him for the first time and had been scattered further when she'd brought him to her apartment and wrenched his virginity away from him. She had shown him with her response to his oral efforts that she wanted to receive pleasure from him as much as he wanted to give it, and he had learned that he was up to the task of giving it. Brian liked to give, growing up with his mother it was all he had known. Looking at her lying on the bed next to him, Brenda seemed much closer to him than her physical proximity to him. At last, she was within his reach.