A Mother's Love Ch. 01

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RELEASE

The next eight months were a bit stressful. Cole recovered from his accident, and understood that he was lucky both to have survived and to not have any serious long-term complications. The rest of the year was completely overshadowed by his recovery, and I didn't even remember Christmas. Obviously, our planned winter camping trip didn't happen. Although Cole didn't have any serious complications, both Estelle and I were pretty much tied to the house and his care. She seemed to be handling that part a bit better than me.

Cole's memory had been affected some, but there was no other neurological damage that we noticed. Estelle insisted on doing as much as she could, but I still felt that I needed to be home most nights. By spring, Cole had been cleared to begin cycling again -- though only low-intensity rides. That finally gave me an excuse to take some time for myself.

Although Cole's father had left when he was only a year old, he and I still met up from time to time. It wasn't exactly something I told my son, though. There was no way that we could possible live together, but Nathan King had been one of the best lovers I had ever met. At least, when he wasn't being an asshole. If he was in town and had some time free, he often gave me a call. Since July, I had been telling him that I was unavailable. He called me up one Saturday in late March, and I decided that the kids could survive without me for a couple hours.

Nate was parked at The Centre, a shopping centre at Barton and Kenilworth. It was just after six on a Saturday, so the parking lot was emptying out when I arrived. Of course, I could have picked out his truck even if it was packed full of cars. Not many people drive around in a midnight blue Kenworth semi. Nate's truck had the high-top sleeper cab, which is why I was meeting him here. It was very convenient that he carried his motel room with him.

He was waiting for me, leaning on the front fender. Cole had inherited his looks from his father -- tall, blonde and blue-eyed. At six-foot-three, Nate was just an inch taller than his son, but noticeably thicker. Of course, Cole still had a cyclist's physique. Nate had gotten into weightlifting when he started driving a big rig on long hauls and had put on some weight. He still looked really nice, though. Nate had once told me it was the easiest fitness program for him -- he carried some weights in the truck, and could work out anywhere. And, a bit of extra strength was often useful when tying down a load.

"Damn, Maisie, you still look good. Sometimes, I wonder why I let you go."

I forced myself to smile. I didn't want to sour the mood before I got what I'd come for. "Nate, you've got a bad habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. How about we don't talk until later?"

He opened the door and invited me in with an exaggerated wave of his arm. "Welcome to my humble abode, my lady."

It still surprised me how clean he kept his truck. One of the many things we had fought about was his inability to clean up after himself. I pushed that thought away as I climbed past the seat and into the sleeper. The interior was dark brown leather. The entire sleeper section felt like an oversized chair in an old boy's club. It might look masculine, but it was definitely comfortable.

"The bed's clean," Nate said as he closed the door. "I know how you hate dirty sheets."

"Why couldn't you be this thoughtful all the time?" I heard myself ask.

He gave me a lopsided smile. "Not in my nature. I think we both know that I'm a little too selfish. But, I do try from time to time. Usually when you're coming to see me. May, you look like you need a bit of release."

"Yeah, I really do. Let's see how attentive you can be when you're trying."

He closed the distance slowly. A hand came up to my neck, caressing just under my hair. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten how good his hands felt. I was moaning before he touched his lips to mine. He hadn't even started to undress me, and I was already getting wet.

Nate's lips brushed softly against mine, then pressed a bit harder. I returned the kiss, pressing my entire body against his. Our hands were suddenly all over each other, caressing and squeezing wherever they touched. The next thing I knew, I was lying naked on his wide bed. Nate still hadn't even taken off his shirt.

"Do you mind if I have some fun with you first?"

"Hell, no. Do your best, Nate."

His grin widened. "Oh, I intend to."

He started by kissing me again, then trailed kisses down my neck. His mouth made its way to one breast while a hand slid up to the other. He licked, sucked and lightly nibbled on a nipple while squeezing the other breast. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and he was playing me like a virtuoso sitting at a piano. His mouth moved to the other breast, continuing to build my arousal.

"Bite me," I whispered.

I didn't have to say more. His teeth on my nipples got a lot rougher. Now he was actually biting, pulling my nipple as it was pinched between his teeth. The other nipple was being twisted and stretched at the same time, and I was nearly coming already. When he changed back to bite the first breast, I did climax. My back lifted off the mattress and I cried out.

"Fuck, Nate. I really needed that."

"Well, we're not done yet. I hope you can take a couple more of those."

"Bring it on, big boy," I panted.

He smiled and moved between my legs. The buttons of his shirt rasped on my belly and pussy as he slid lower. His kisses traced a path south, and just the anticipation caused my excitement to jump. By the time his head was between my legs, I was shivering. His kisses moved in a rough circle around my pussy, teasing but never quite touching my hot slit or swollen clit.

"Come on," I whined. "Lick me, Nathan."

"Ah, ah. Good things come to those who wait."

"I don't want good things. I want very bad things from you."

He chuckled. "In that case, I think that you deserve to be teased a bit more for your bad desires."

"Bastard!" I cried as his lips moved down my leg.

He kissed, sucked and nibbled all the way to my foot, slowly making his way up the other leg. I was all but begging him by the time he got back to my crotch. When his tongue slid between my lips, it took everything I had to stop myself from coming. As good as that would feel, I knew that it was about to get better.

He licked me for a bit, then his tongue moved up to tease my clit. He slid a couple fingers into my pussy, not bothering to take it slow. The fingers went almost directly to my G-spot, hitting it so accurately it was like he had a map to my body. At the same time, he sucked my clit into his mouth and rasped his teeth across it. I came a second time, this time squirting onto his hand. He kept the orgasm going for a couple minutes. When it was over, my arms and legs fell to the bed, limp. I didn't even have the energy to lift my head.

"So, how was that, May?"

"Damn, Nate. That was good."

I could see him undressing, but still couldn't lift my head to get a good look.

"I'm thinking that you are in the mood for something a bit rough and wild. Am I right?"

A smile came to my face. "It's like you can read my mind."

He grabbed me and flipped me over onto my belly. "In that case, I think this position will work better. You have the pillow if you need to bite something."

His hand moved between my legs, and it felt like three or four fingers slid into my extremely wet pussy. Nate leaned over me, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. I groaned into his pillow, pushing my hips back against him. He knew better than anyone that I sometimes liked things a bit rough.

"Harder," I whispered.

I heard a low laugh just before another bite, this time on the ribs just below my arm. It was harder than the first bite, and I suspected that he may have broken the skin. His fingers were ramming into my pussy while the other hand reached under my chest to grab my tit firmly and squeeze.

"Fuck me, please."

"Oh, you're not quite ready, baby. Just another minute, I think."

The fingers disappeared from my pussy, then I felt them at my ass. He spread my juices around my asshole, then slid his fingers in one by one. My moans went up in pitch with each insertion. He managed to get all four fingers into my ass before pulling them out. Then I felt his cock touch my back hole. I pushed my hips back as he pressed forward. Nate maintained a steady pressure, forcing his cock into me. I moaned as I received him, his hot flesh filling me wonderfully.

The hand that had been in my ass reached around to grab my breast. I expected what was coming next, but it was still a shock when his fingernails scraped down my back. This wasn't a light scratch; he was really digging into my skin. Then, he started to fuck my ass. I was overwhelmed by the sensations. His cock thrusting in and out of me, a hand mauling my tit, and the nails digging into my back. He picked up speed, each thrust causing me to cry out. I knew he would come soon, and held back my orgasm to come with him. It was tough, but I managed.

Nate went rigid, his cock deep in my bowels. I could feel him jerking inside me and the flush of hot fluid spewing from his cock. I came hard, my ass squeezing and milking his cock. Nate groaned as I climaxed, his fingernails digging valleys in the skin next to my spine.

He collapsed forward, and I rolled to the side so he was lying behind me. I knew that I couldn't stay here for long, but for now I was where I needed to be. I never allowed myself to let go like this except with Nathan. I had dated a few other guys, but no one else knew that I liked it rough. I didn't trust anyone in bed the way I did my ex-husband. I sighed as I realized that the only person I could be myself with was a man I simply could not stand to live with. He seemed to understand, kissing my neck gently and pulling me back against his firm belly and chest. I might not be able to live with him, but I could take advantage of these moments. When they were like this, the moments were enough.

***

I woke as Nate slipped his cock from my ass. I rolled away from him, looking up into his gorgeous eyes.

"I so wish I could live with you, Nate."

"Yeah, I know, May. I try to make up for it with times like this."

I reached up and stroked his jaw. "Well, I do enjoy our times together. It just feels like I'm cheating on Cole, being with you and not letting him know."

"You have the right to be intimate with whoever you want Maisie. You don't have to answer to your son."

"I know that. But, when's the last time you talked to him?" He was silent. "You need to call him, Nate."

"What do I say? 'Hey, so sad you almost killed yourself. Sorry about losing your shot at the Olympics. You lost the thing you love the most, but hey, but you'll be fine.' Yeah, I can see that going over well."

I sighed as I got dressed. "Nate, just call. Ask how he's doing. Tell him that you care about him."

"I'm six or eight months late for that, don't you think?"

"Damn it, Nate, don't you care about your son?"

"Yeah, I do. But, in case you didn't notice, he hasn't been too eager to spend time with me."

"He's eighteen now, and an adult. You've got the chance to make a new relationship with him. But, you have to be the one to reach out."

"Don't tell me what I 'have' to do. Fuck, this is why I left. 'Nate, you have to do this;' 'Nate, you can't do that.' I never got 'Nate, tell me what you want' or 'What do you think about this, Nate?'"

Despite having just surrendering my body to him completely, he was already pissing me off. Every time we got together, it was like our last argument had just been placed on hold. Our record for civil conversation since the separation was about forty minutes. We'd made half that this time, if you didn't count the time we were sleeping.

"You want to know what the problem is, Nate? You're still a fucking immature child inside an adult's body. You're selfish and arrogant, and only think about yourself."

"Yeah? And you're a controlling bitch."

I pushed him aside. "Well, glad to see that our relationship hasn't changed because of Cole's injury. Don't bother calling me for a month or so."

"Don't worry," he called after me. "It'll be that long before I can think of you without wanting to hit something."

I flicked the bird at him and stalked to my van. For once, I wished I had a car that would squeal its tires when I floored it. I was always in control, never even showing anger. Except when I was with Nate. Maybe it was because we got so wild when we were intimate, but we both just automatically hit each other's trigger points. As crazy as things had been after Cole's crash, the only time I had allowed myself to cry was late at night in bed, when I was sure that I would not be overheard.

I made it two blocks before I had to pull over. I parked in a side street and began to scream as I hammered the steering wheel with my fists. I would not let myself cry, but I needed to release the anger and frustration somehow. Every time I saw Nate, all I wanted was for him to take a small step. I knew he'd never be moving back in with me, but at least he could do was make the effort to see his son. Why was that so difficult for him?