My Mom's Lover

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

A Long-Lost Love

My Mom talked about him my entire life. She showed my older brother, twin sister, and me the old photographs she had saved of the two of them together many years ago. He was tall, handsome, very intelligent, and had black curly hair. He came from the South to teach, ski, and fish in the Northwest but stayed only three years. When he left, it broke her heart. She cried for a month, maybe because he left or maybe because she was angry with herself for letting him go. His departure also crushed my grandmother’s hopes for a good man to marry her daughter and my grandad resigned himself to the situation. He had seen it before. The family clung to each other and tried to get over it quickly. That didn’t happen.

Once we children grew old enough to understand, she told us about how they met and the beginning of their s****l affair and what a wonderful lover he was. Not just physically but emotionally and how their relationship had been complete in the beginning. She also told us about his other girlfriends and how popular he was with women. I think that’s what started my sister’s suspicion about him. That he had broken our Mom’s heart didn’t help improve her opinion.

Mom kept track of him for years and almost went to visit him in his new life, but she never did. He did come back to visit a year or so later rekindling my Mom’s hopes at least for a while. He did not stay. After he left again, she gave up and began to look elsewhere for a good man who would be a father to her children when she decided to marry and start a family. She found my dad. I don’t think she was ever in love with him and she knew he could be hiking the Ross Ice Shelf in Antarctica or climbing a mountain in the Andes in South America instead of being at home. She knew she would more than likely raise us herself. When my older brother was born, dad was on one of his trips and was not there for my Mom even though my brother was not a healthy child as an infant. Mom saw him through and he made us proud when he grew into manhood and went into the Navy as a submarine driver. When Melanie and I were born, our Dad was gone again. We were underweight and remained in ICU for four months before we were healthy enough to go home. Friends of my Mom told us she was there for us through it all and had no help from Dad. Although she was married, she raised us as a single mother.

We two sisters grew, got our college educations, and I went to work for the U. S. Forest Service while Melanie trained to become a flight attendant. After several years, she convinced me to do as she had done, and I also began to fly for an airline carrier which I still do today and love. Melanie moved to California and when a man betrayed her, she came back home. My own love life suffered from the fact that I traveled all the time as a part of my career or just to see the world. I grew into a loner and began to enjoy being on my own better than being with some guy. Mom discussed our romantic failures with us and decided that we hadn’t met the right man yet. She had an idea and contacted Alex, her long ago lover. They became great friends again even though their contact was based on phone calls and social media. Even after marriage and having three children, she still loved him. The strange thing was that he still loved her too even though he had gone through a disaster of a marriage and was still very attractive to women in general.

She told us that she was back in touch with him and brought out the old photos again along with the memorabilia she had saved over the years. Melanie and I learned a lot about him and since our Mom and dad had divorced, she went back to those days with him in her mind. She was very nostalgic about it all and struggled with how she had lost him and why he had left for another life. She finally realized that he would never have survived the cold northern winters since he was a Southern boy. He loved gardening year-round and being able to go fishing without having to drill a hole in ice-covered lakes during the winter months. She realized it had not been anything she did or didn’t do that had caused him to leave. The real reason was the difference in climate and lifestyle along with his ambitions in the business world. She finally let her guilt go and began to heal. We children were delighted at her new attitude and approach to life. My sister tried to arrange a trip to him for them both, but Mom had health problems and couldn’t fly for some time. They never made the trip.

At that time, I was flying the northern tier of States, from Alaska to the Northeast. One day, I looked on the available flight board and saw my airline needed an additional flight attendant for a flight to Dallas where Alex lived. I realized that even though my Mom couldn’t fly just then, I might have an opportunity to meet this man she had loved so many years ago. I signed up for the flight immediately. We would fly in, get some rest, and leave again the afternoon of the same day. It would be a short stay. If I didn’t like him, I knew I could excuse myself and that would be it for Mr. Alexander Hawkins. The window of opportunity was only three hours, given that I would need to get some sleep before my flight returned and would do that before I met him. Mom told him I was coming, and he was delighted because had he stayed with my mom I could have been his daughter. Mom was very excited that one of her daughters was going to meet him at last after years of hearing her talk about him. She couldn’t wait for the day to come.

I was not as eager but decided not to worry about it and do my job the best I could and if he showed up, I would meet him. My flight arrived at DFW and we in the flight crew checked into a hotel where we could rest. I went to my room and went to sleep at once. Alex was supposed to call me on my cell phone at two o’clock and I would meet him then. A few minutes before the appointed hour, my phone rang, and I answered it sleepily.

“Stephanie? This is Alex Hawkins. I’m here.”

He did come. I put on a dress, brushed my hair, and touched up my makeup to try to look like I was not too sleepy, but it didn’t really work. I needed a cup of coffee. He was to meet me by the elevators, so I went down to him. When I got off, a very tall, distinguished man with a wonderful smile greeted me. I am six feet tall and was wearing two-inch heels, but he still was taller than me. I liked him immediately.

“Hello, Stephanie. It is so good to meet you. Did you have a good flight?”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins. This is quite a place.”

“Please, call me Alex. Your mom told me you were tall and beautiful, and I can see she was right on both counts. Shall we find a quiet place where we can get to know each other better?”

“Yes, if we can also get some coffee, Alex.”

“Come with me.”

He took my arm and led me downstairs to a restaurant that had ended their lunch service. We were the only two people there. He found a waitress and asked her if she could bring us some coffee. She said she would and brought us a pot with individual cream and sugar portions and two cups and saucers. I didn’t take sugar in my coffee and neither did he. He poured me a cup and then one for him. His smile was still intense, and he made me feel that he was truly glad to be there with me. The coffee was good and revived me quickly. He was an excellent conversationalist and asked all about me, my Mom, my sister, and my life in general, especially my flying career. He made it all about me, something most men couldn’t do. Although this man was older than I, he began to grow on me. He was just as my Mom had described him, handsome, intelligent, self-confident, and obviously well-to-do. I knew at last why she had loved him so much and couldn’t forget him. He was unforgettable, and he was getting to me.

I wanted him to reach over and hold my hand. He didn’t. Rather, he remained the perfect gentleman. I wondered what it would be like to be in his arms and share a kiss. What was happening? My growing feelings for this charmer surprised me. He asked if there was a man in my life. I didn’t tell him the whole truth when I said there was. The guy I was dating was not going to be around very long. My defense mechanisms went into effect which also surprised me. Why was I holding back? Was I that vulnerable? I changed the topic and asked about his former marriage. He told me he had gotten trapped by a new girlfriend who later told him she was pregnant and implied he was the father. He asked her to marry him and they set a date. He thought he was in love and wanted to do the right thing. She lost the baby, and he found out it was not his at all. He married her anyway. It lasted sixteen months, and he caught her cheating on him, so he divorced her. Two and a half years later, with intense therapy, he finally got over it and knew he would be okay. He didn’t smile at all while he was telling me his story. When he finished, his smile came back, and he made a cogent remark about life and learning from experience, something I understood all too well. I felt very close to him at that time and reached for his hand. He let me take it. That gesture was our first physical contact. I felt the electricity in his touch and wanted more.

An hour or so passed, and he asked if I needed to go get ready for the flight back home. I couldn’t leave him, so I told him I should do that soon and invited him to come with me to my room and help me. I needed to meet the shuttle just after five which was two hours away. He accepted my invitation. We kept talking all the way to my room. I couldn’t remember when I had talked that long with a perfect stranger. I had just met this man and here he was in my hotel room with two hours to kill. When I asked him to come up with me, I had no idea what I was going to do if he really came. Now here we were there, alone. Did I have the courage I needed? Would he reject my advances or show me his lover and not just his gentleman? I locked the door. When I turned back to him, he had a quizzical look on his face. Without taking my eyes off his, I kicked off my shoes, walked slowly over to him, put my arms around him and since we were the same height, I kissed him passionately without having to bend over to him as I had to do with most men. He responded by taking me in an embrace of his own and returning my kiss. He became pure man, and the gentleman went out the window.

“Stephanie, we can’t do this. Our age difference, where we live, your Mom.”

“Alex, I don’t care about any of that. I have known we were going to become lovers since the first minute we met. When I got off the elevator and saw you, I lost my heart. My head tells me you are right, but it is not going to end here. I want you to make love to me now, in this place. We can deal with those other things later. I haven’t been with a man in quite some time and never with one like you. I know we just met, but I will make you love me and I will stay with you from now on.”

He kissed me again and showed me his soul in that kiss. It was all going to work out somehow. I felt his fingers taking the zipper in my dress down. I kept kissing him. He reached down and pulled my dress up and over my head. Even in my underwear I could tell he loved my body.

“Damn, Stephanie, you are beautiful. Most girls only come up to my chin at best and I can look you straight in the eyes. Kiss me again?”

I did. This man knew how to kiss. He took off my bra and pushed my little panties down to the floor as he laid me on the bed. He stood beside me as he removed his shirt, boots, and jeans. He wore nothing else. I gasped at what I saw. He looked fit and trim and was highly excited as evidenced by his throbbing erection. This was going to be a wonderful experience.

I didn’t touch him until he lay beside me on the bed kissing me tenderly. “Is making love to you safe, Stephanie?”

“Yes, Alex. I keep myself protected whether I am in a relationship or not.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“More than anything. Take me into ecstasy, Alex.”

“You know I will never let you go if we get involved in this way?”

“I know.” His erection continued to throb under my touch and I moved my hand up and down on him, squeezing as I went. He touched my breasts and rolled my n*****s between his fingers. I shifted on the bed, so I could spread my legs and respond to his kisses and caresses. He made me feel so good, I was floating, and I took his hand and moved it down to my increasing wetness. He knew just what to do. I could tell he had been here before with a woman.

When he kissed down my neck to my breasts, I took a deep breath. He then proceeded further down on me until he was breathing on my v****a. He licked my c******s, and I shuddered. What was this man doing to me? Whatever it was, I loved it. I was so glad I was able to bring his lover out and that he was here with me.

“Take me now, Alex. I can’t wait any longer. Bury yourself in me and make me yours forever.”

He moved his head back up and kissed me with my juices still on his lips. I loved his boldness and total lack of self-consciousness. He treated s*x with respect but loved even the dirty parts as well as its beauty. I hardly noticed when he moved above me as we continued to enjoy our sexy kiss. I certainly noticed when he shot his hips forward and entered me. He filled me up as he pinned my arms above my head and took total control of our love making. Every time he plunged into me, I felt my sexuality increase. When he resumed our kiss, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. He felt it too and went deeper in me and picked up his pace. My p***y felt like it was on fire and I was getting feelings from my c******s that were exquisite. I closed my eyes and saw stars against a black background as rockets rose and exploded in my consciousness. My orgasm was the most powerful I had ever experienced and when I felt him flooding me with his seed, I came again. I never had multiple orgasms, but I had two in rapid succession with my Alex. He had not finished but shifted his position slightly and continued making love to me. He was more deliberate in his movements and went still deeper, staying longer on each stroke. My passion rose with power and even more sensation. My last orgasm totally drained me, and I collapsed under him as he flooded me again. We had wrecked the bed and soaked the sheets with our juices.

He didn’t say a word, just embraced me, and held me cheek to cheek after he kissed me. We stayed like that for some time and I realized I always wanted to be right there, in his arms. The alarm clock I had set to make sure I didn’t miss the shuttle to the airport and my flight back home disturbed my reverie. We had made love for two hours. I cried when I realized we must part.

“I don’t want to go, Alex. Can you take me home with you?”

“I would like nothing more, Stephanie, but shouldn’t you catch your flight home and resume your career?”

“Kiss me again before I go, Alex. This is not over. I will come back to you.”

“I’ll be waiting my love. Come back to me soon.”

I got my kiss. “This has been wonderful, Alex. Can we do it again?”

“Yes, love, I think loving each other might become a habit for us.”

“I want that. Now, I must go before I change my mind and stay with you.”

“I’ll dress and leave you then. I don’t want to, but I’ll look forward to the day we can stay together.”

“I will too. Don’t forget me.”

“You are a part of me now, my love. I will never forget you.”

He left me with a last, wonderful kiss and was gone. I cried again when I saw him go. I wanted to see him again soon and hoped I would.

I barely made the shuttle and daydreamed during the entire flight back. My smile told my colleagues that I had something delightful on my mind.

We landed at last and on my way home from the airport that was my home base, my phone dinged indicating I had a new message. I waited until I was at my house to look at it and saw it was from Alex. He had gotten home safely as well. It also said how much he had enjoyed meeting me and that I had reinvigorated his sexuality, making my heart soar. He told me the next time I was close again to let him know. I knew falling in love with him was problematic for many reasons and did my best to let it go. It didn’t work. I couldn’t get him off my mind or my heart. I knew I must call my Mom. She was at home and answered.

“Mom, this is Stephanie.”

“You’re back. How was the trip?”

“Wonderful. I met Alex. We spent several hours together. He is amazing.” I heard her chuckle, and she somehow knew what we had done. The whole thing was her idea.

“I’m so glad you liked him.”

“I know now why you fell in love with him and why you have loved him all these years.”

“He is an amazing man, Stephanie.”

“Yes, he is. He is handsome, taller than me, a great conversationalist, and very intelligent. Why can’t I meet a man like that?”

“Do I detect something going on here, daughter?”

“He let me take his hand, and he was a perfect gentleman. He treated me like a queen, Mom. I loved being with him. I never wanted a kiss as badly as I wanted his.”

“Did you get it?”

“Yes, Mom. I took him up to my room. We kissed, and things progressed from there. I hope you understand.

“Are you going to see him again?”

“Yes, the first chance I get. He wants to see me too. Although we had several hours together, it was not enough. Mom, I am not sure what I am feeling right now.”

“Stephanie, he is old enough to be your father.”

“I am so glad he isn’t.”

“Stephanie! What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Mom, he really got to me. I have never met anyone like him.”

“Are you going to steal my old lover away from me?” She chuckled again.

“Yes, if I can but I’m afraid it would never work, Mom. As you said, he is older than I am, and he lives so far away. I have fallen for him, and I am going to do everything I can do to keep him in my life in whatever role. But I want to thank you for showing me that men like him still exist.”

“It’s about time you found that out. He is one very special man.”

“Mom, how can I keep from falling in love with him just as you did?”

“I fought him too, my dear. I asked my Mom a very similar question. She told me that if I could get him to love me too, never to let him go. That was my mistake. I let him go. Now, I realize how young we both were. We didn’t understand about finding someone and keeping them in your life. We had numerous possibilities for a life together. We could have spent half the year up here and half down there. We could have found a place that suited us both. I could have gotten pregnant and he never would have left me.”

“He told me about his marriage and what he had done for that woman who didn’t love him. I know you are right, but you couldn’t do that, could you? You would never do what she did.”

“No, I wouldn’t, and I didn’t. Sometimes I wish I had but that would have made things even worse. So, I let him go. You could say I loved him that much.”

“To let him go?”

“Yes, Stephanie. He had his own life to live although it broke my heart.”