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My Name is Alice
Imagine a big guy with a rubber mallet in your
chest and he's banging on a steel drum. That's
what it felt like the first time AJ touched me. I
didn't feel it with my first boyfriend and I sure
didn't feel it with my husband the first time. I
was sitting at the kitchen table reading the
paper. My son AJ was standing behind me. He kissed
me on the neck and then reached into the top of my
blouse and gently held my nipple between his
fingers. He said "That's the most beautiful thing
I ever saw", took his hand out and left without
another word.
I was dumbfounded. It happened so fast and it was
so surreal, I wondered if it really happened. It
happened; my nipple still tingled.
Do you remember that rhyme you sang as you bounced
the ball under your leg?
'A' my name is Alice and my husband's name is Al.
We live in Acton and we sell apples.
In the game you went on to 'B'; in my life I
stopped at 'A'. My name is Alice and my husband's
name is Andy and my son's names are Andy jr. (AJ)
and Alex and we take care of apartments. The 'A'
thing just happened because my father who lives
with us is named Alex and it made him happy to
have my second son named after him.
AJ and Alex are so different; you would think
they're not only from different families but from
different planets. Alex never says a word and
always wants to be alone while AJ is warm, loving,
handsome:this leads me to the difficulty. I love
Alex but I've fallen in love with AJ.
As for my husband: he's more interested in Mrs.
Green who's faucet always needs attention; (I
think something else is dripping but I really
don't give a tinkers dam) we lost contact a long
time ago.
AJ works with my husband and when he came home
that night I asked him to come down to the laundry
room to help me with the supplies. As we went down
in the elevator, I said, "What was that all about
this morning"?
"Mom, I'm not a kid and I've been out with a lot
of girls. I know how a girl acts when she likes
me. I hear the things you say and I see the way
you look at me; it's more than a mother looking at
her son. I know Dad's screwing the tenants (So it
wasn't only the Green bitch) and I gave him hell
for it.
"Thank you baby but that doesn't matter anymore.
It's just a business arrangement between him and
me now."
"Well he's a shit anyway but I'm telling you ma, I
know how you feel and I feel the same way." He put
his hands on my arms and the electricity started
going through me. You have to understand, being
touched for me is not like it is for most people.
Some people's hearing is better than others; some
can smell things from a mile away while another
person can't smell it even if it's under their
nose. All of my skin is sensitive. That's why I
take off my bra whenever I can. That's why my
clothes are loose and silky and add to that that
it's my son's hand that's sliding over my breast
and I'm already climbing the walls.
AJ takes my hand and leads me to the supply room
and locks the door. It's dark, warm, and wet: with
stacks of detergent boxes and broken appliances on
the floor and tools hanging on the walls. Who
cares? AJ is kissing me. AJ is kissing me with the
lover's kisses I've been aching for. AJ is
touching me and I'm alive. Everyplace his hand
reaches seems to tremble on its own. Each breast
is his as he fondles me. He lifts the dress and
his hands are in my panties describing the curve
from my waist down to back of my thighs. When he
gets between my legs I'm electrified. I'm lost as
he turns me and I bend over with my arms out over
the old washing machine. He enters me from behind
and I'm transported. I'm filled with my son and my
legs are shaking.
"This is how I have you in my fantasy, mom: down
here just like this." As he pushes deeper up into
my belly he tells me of the nights he's spent and
the things he's done to me in this room. As he
talks to me they become my fantasies too.
I can feel when he's about to come and I want to
come with him. I reach down to touch myself and as
I feel the first spurts, I take myself over. The
coming is so exquisite it almost hurts. As we're
coming down and my love is kissing my neck for the
second time today, I'm hoping nobody was doing
their laundry. Even though it's a steel door, we
made a lot of noise at the end.
He kisses me with love and touches me again; his
gentle hands on my face tell me it was more than
just a moment's lust. I kiss him with my heart as
his mother and his lover.
We go back upstairs and the usual dinnertime buzz
is starting but I'm in another place. It's almost
excruciating to say and do what I've been saying
and doing for years. I want to talk to AJ. I want
to be with AJ. I want to touch AJ. Finally there's
a moment where we're alone in the kitchen. "AJ we
have to talk about all this."
He comes up to me and says "sure mom but I'd
rather kiss you". His lips are on me and I'm
sparked by his tongue but I pull back.
"AJ please, I want to kiss you too but please not
here; it's complicated enough without making
things crazier. Go down to the park and I'll be
there in about twenty minutes."
I went to the end of the small park where my son
was sitting on a bench waiting for me. It was
getting dark enough and there were only a few kids
hanging out. We had our kiss. "AJ what are we
doing?"
"Mom, you know and I know and the hell with dad
and anybody else."
"Baby, it's not him but your brother and poppa
wouldn't understand and neither would the people
we work for and on and on."
"Mom, are you sorry:"
"Baby I'm not sorry; I don't want to be without
you but we have to know what we're doing. Just
think about it AJ; you came in me and I've been
off the pill for six months. What if I get
pregnant?"
"I wouldn't care; I'm sure you're beautiful when
you're pregnant."
Alice laughed, "You know what I mean".
He teased her and cupped her breast. "You mean
these get even bigger; that I'd like to see."
"Oh AJ:"
"Look mom, do you think I could not touch you
again, or stop loving you? Tomorrow I'll get
something or you go back on the pill and we're
going to find a way to be together even if I have
to drag you down to the supply room at midnight."
I saw the flash in his eyes when he spoke and I
said, "Sweet baby you'll never have to drag me
anywhere if I know you're going to make love to
me". We kissed like school kids and when we were
sure nobody was around, we touched each other
until we came.
The next day was Sunday so everyone was in and out
of the apartment. I was so needy and almost out of
control. I never remember getting wet like that
just thinking about someone and I was sure that
everyone around me knew. The crazy thing was that
that we did end up in the supply room again.
AJ wouldn't or couldn't stop touching me. Whenever
no one was around he would fondle my breasts or
try to slip his hands under my dress. I begged him
to stop; he begged me to take off my panties. He
teased me and 'blackmailed' me. "Mom, if you love
me you would do anything for me. There's nothing
you can't ask me to do; if you said I should lick
you in the middle of the living room, I'd do it.
And you wouldn't do this little thing for me?"
He was playing but the truth is there is nothing
he could ask that I wouldn't do and I want to
spend forever proving it. This was silly but I
took off my panties. At one point we were in the
kitchen and he stood behind me and put his finger
in me. I got so nervous and turned on that I told
him to follow me to supply room. I spread five or
six blankets on the floor. I took my dress and bra
off. I was on my knees when he came in. "Come to
me my beautiful boy" I said.
I unbuckled him and undid him. I wanted to do all
the things I never wanted to do with other men. He
felt like velvet in my mouth and I loved what it
did to him. I wanted him to come like he never
came with another woman. I wanted to be the woman
in all his fantasies. I'd never tasted a man this
way before. It gave me as much pleasure as it did
my son.
The next evening AJ went out without a word and
naturally I had to 'explain' that I was going
shopping. We met and went to a movie across town.
AJ loves to kiss - I'm not complaining. I felt
like I was back in high school. He kissed me raw
for about a half hour and I couldn't take anymore
and said, "Let's go to a motel".
There was a convention in town and at the third
place they only had two suites. The first took
AJ's card over the limit but the cheaper one went
through. We were on our first bed and he loved me
until my hair was matted and my body dripping with
sweat. He went into the bathroom and came out with
a lotion to use as a lubricant. I knew what he
wanted.
I never understood why a woman would want a man
there but after the initial shock I realized two
things: it felt good because my son wanted me that
way, and it felt good.
When he first entered me I thought of Jane, a
woman I was friendly with a few years ago. She
confided in me that she had let (made?) her son
suck her breasts as he grew up. I thought it was
bizarre. Now here I was in the honeymoon suite on
my hands and knees with my son in my behind. So
Jane, how's that for bizarre. I thought "You don't
get more bizarre than this" and then I remembered
that AJ came in me the first time. Where does
having your son's baby rate on a scale of one to
ten?
This all flashed in a few seconds and then I
stopped thinking. I only felt: him in me, filling
that small passage, his hands gliding over my skin
touching off my nipples. He opened my flower and
found me with his finger so I could come as he
did. He kissed and bit my back and gave his mother
his love. We collapsed and slept.
We awoke and I looked at the clock. Christ, who
shops until eleven thirty? That was when I
decided.
AJ stayed there overnight since he didn't always
come home. I went home and told poppa and Alex
that I happened to meet Jane, and we blah, blah,
blah and yes I should have called. I told my
husband that I'd met someone and he was soon to be
my ex - husband and he couldn't have cared less.
I'm now in my own place and AJ has also moved out
of there and is staying with a 'friend' until he
gets his own place. Where we go from here I'm not
sure but I'm sure we'll go together.
We're now working our way through the alphabet:
we've done everything we can think of that starts
with 'A', 'B', 'C' and 'D'. When were through,
we'll start on 'Alice' again. We're happy.
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