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My Mother's Wife

Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: purpleshade, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

face with the back of her hand. Malcolm couldn't remember the last time that anyone had done that. "Mum was always different from you, Jan." Malcolm's voice was soft, it was sweet, it was sad. After the pause, which seemed to last forever, Jan spoke, "Oh darling, if only you knew." "I do want to know, Jan, I do want to know. Mum just blocked me out of her life as if I didn't exist, maybe it was the illness, I don't know, I never got the opportunity to find the answers that I was looking for. You gave me the love that I didn't receive from mum, you gave me the attention and the upbringing that she didn't." Malcolm's voice was still subdued, so full of sorrow. Jan continued stroking Malcolm's hand and face. "You were no trouble at all as a kid, lovey, you and your sister got on really well. You two loved playing with dolls and dressing up in frocks when you played in the 'Wendy House'. I used to hug you both to sleep." Malcolm smiled affectionately, the memories of the past flooding back to him like a dam that had burst. "I always wanted to call you mummy, Jan." Malcolm just managed to get the words out before he felt a constricting sensation in his throat. "Did you, honey, did you, sweetie, did you really?" Jan's voice was exuberant, her eyes widened, as her grip become stronger. "Why didn't you call me mummy, sweetheart?" "You knew what mum's temper was like, you knew her mood swings. Maybe it was the medication, or maybe the circumstances under which I was conceived." ... Malcolm couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes flooded with warm tears, he lost the ability to speak as he sat with his hands covering his face. Malcolm let out two cries, the two cries of help which he had been bottling up forever. "Hey, come on, sweetheart, you'll get me started too." Jan's words were kind, they were soft, they were caring, they were unconditional. Jan pressed her face against Malcolm's, feeling the warm tears trickle, feeling his desolation, feeling his sadness. Jan kissed Malcolm on the cheek, tasting the saline fluid on her lips, tasting the sorrow that metamorphosed into water. "Thank you, mum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... " "Do you realise how many years I've waited for the word 'mum' to pass your lips, honey, do you." This was enough for Jan to melt, enough for Jan to infuse her warm tears with his, enough for her to draw Malcolm onto her soft motherly bosom. "I love you so much, mum, I love you so much." Malcolm spoke with vigour, spoke with a gallant tone, spoke with dignity as he finally raised his head from the warmth of her soft large bust. Jan cupped Malcolm's face with both hands, kissing him on the lips with unfathomable love. This time, it was Malcolm's turn to taste her warm tears on his lips. The feel of affectionate lips against his own was something that he had forgotten, something that was driven out of him, something that he was deprived of. Malcolm placed one hand around Jan's waist, one hand on her arm as he reciprocated the kiss. He broke ...