TABOO TALES(erotica)

Nia’s eyes snapped open, her mouth a rosy ‘O’ of shock. She jumped out of bed, started tumbling into her clothes, throwing me jeans and a shirt from my wardrobe as I hunted for my shorts.

We went looking for mum, found her in the kitchen, calmly drinking tea and reading a magazine. She looked up when we sidled in, smiled.

“I was wondering when you get up! You eat dinner now, both of you, it getting late!” She got up and began bustling around. Nia and I looked at each other. This was not the reaction we’d braced for…

“Mum…” I began, and she looked at me, smiled brightly, carried on getting dinner ready. I stepped in front of her, took the plates she was holding, put them on the table, and sat her down.

“Mum, you came into my room, yes?” She nodded. “And you have nothing to say?” Mum looked at me, looked at Nia, and beckoned her to sit down.

“Jamie, Nguye’t, I saw you, both of you. I will say nothing, to you, or to your daddy. Jamie, you love my daughter?” I nodded. “And Nguye’t, I know you love Jamie, otherwise why you cry for him every day for three year!”

Nia finally broke the silence. “Why, mama?”

Mum looked sad for a moment, then started to speak in a low voice.

“My father was in army, killed in border with Cambodia, Khmer Rouge bandits, mother die when I very young, so I brought up by brother, Vienh. He do everything for me, teach me read and write. When I was young, I fall in love, get married, have baby girl. Police Captain, he want to keep me for himself, as Ti’nh Nhan, it is like, like mistress, but worse. He arrest my husband, take baby away while I at market, many day later husband body found, police say traffic accident, but traffic accident not leave bullet hole. Never find baby. My husband was Vienh, I love him very much, he the only family I have left until he killed. Wife of neighbour hide me, send me to Vientiane, Laos, to stay with sister, and I meet missionary family, your granddaddy, Jamie. His daughter become my friend, they bring me to England, I live with them, be there when your mummy get married. She was like my sister, when she get ill, I look after you, and be with you when mummy died, still look after you, fall in love with your daddy. What you do is what I did, I not think it wrong then, I not think it wrong now. I love you both, you will always be my children, so I not lose anyone again!”

We were both in tears, aghast at this dreadful story; mum had lost so much, and yet she was always so serene, so at peace. Nia sat with a stunned expression on her face, horrified at what we’d just learned of mum’s traumatic past.

Eventually I was able to speak. “Mum, is there no way to find your baby? No-one who can help?”

Mum shook her head, shrugged. “Baby probably sold on baby market, rich family in America or Canada want to adopt, baby sold to them, that is where stolen children from Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos go. If that true, then she having a good life. I will meet her again in next life, and she will know me again.”

Nia hugged her, crying softly, and I seemed to have an enormous lump in my throat. Eventually Nia stopped crying, but stayed close to mum. “What was her name, mama, your baby, what was my sister’s name?”

Mum smiled gently. “Her name Hu’e, mean Lily-Flower. Maybe she called Brittany or Kerry now! She be 25 now, I think, maybe married. I hope she having good life, meet good man, maybe have children of her own!”

She pushed away from the table, and stood up. “And now, eat! It been a long time since lunch, eat something. You not worry, I deal with your father, he may be your daddy, but he my husband! You not worry, I see this end OK for you!”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

We ate in silence, far too much to think about, a sombre pall cast over the evening. Nia felt it first, and, after doing the dishes with me, said her goodnights and went off to bed. I sat with my arm around mum for a while, happy to be home with her again; but now she had to lean on me, I was far too big and heavy to lean against her, although right now I felt I could do with a little mothering. I’d never guessed mum had known so much heartbreak, such awful loss; her whole life before us was a closed book. I’d never even known she was my mother’s friend, although that was hardly surprising; other than a picture in my desk drawer, I knew nothing about my mother or her family; my grandparents had died before I was born, and dad had never met them. Mum was my mother, end of story.

Mum was pragmatic about what we would do next.

“Your daddy need to know, I tell him first, then you tell him, both of you; he a good man, strange sense of humour, but he OK! Once I tell him what happen, he will need time to understand, I help him do that. He love you both, he will understand. You will know when to tell him. I trust you with my daughter, Huyn’h, I know you love her, always knew, even when you did not! You go to bed now. I think Nguye’t come to you tonight, she need you to make her be herself again, you let her stay, be her big brother tonight. I should not have told her about the past, it gone and finished, but I want her to know I not think she wrong, or choose wrong man. Your mummy like my sister, I love her, and she give you to me, so I love you too! Now go to bed, little boy!”

I returned to my room, lay down on my bed thinking about what mum had told us, wondering how someone could carry all that around and yet be so normal, ordinary, calm, sane. Mum had had a horrifying experience, loss no woman should have to bear, and yet here she was, being mum, dealing with our lives, getting on with her own.

I was just dozing off when my door edged open, and there was Nia, dressed in pyjama pants and T-shirt.

“I want to stay with you tonight; not to… you know, I just don’t want to be alone, not tonight.” I made room, and Nia slid in next to me, hugging me tight. After a while, I realised she was crying, mum’s story obviously still resonating in her, and I tried to comfort her, but she cried so long, and so hard, eventually she got me doing it as well.

The next morning, when I woke, the first thing I saw was Nia, smiling at me, the best thing I’d seen in the morning in a long time. Obviously she’d recovered from her emotional wringing last night, and burrowed down against me when she saw I was awake, hugging me tight as she showered kisses on me.

“Hi there, big boy!” she leered at me, giving my protruding erection a tweak. “Looks like you’re ready for fun and games!”

“Don’t you believe it!” I retorted, slipping out of bed to head for the toilet; I really needed to pee, and having a chin-prodder of an erection wasn’t helping matters any…

Quickly brushing my teeth, I jumped back into bed; I had had no plans for the day; today was my first day with no lectures, assignments, reports, mentoring or work in 3 years, and I intended to do a large amount of bugger-all, or at least that had been the plan yesterday afternoon; since then a distraction in the form of the most beautiful girl in the world had somehow fallen into my life (and my bed!), and she was still there!

As soon as I hit the bed, I turned my attention back to Nia. She was still wearing her T-shirt and pyjama bottoms but I had a cunning plan for getting them off her it went like this; “Could you please take all your clothes off?” Worked like a charm! As she stripped-off, I wondered again at her body; so lithe, elegant, sleek, her flanks smooth and flawless, her skin fresh and clear, young and alive. It was impossible to resist touching and caressing, feeling her silky smoothness, her warmth, her vibrancy.

Nia slid into my arms, kissing me seriously, making all sorts of nice things happen at once. My erection, flagging once I’d had a pee, stiffened back to fighting trim, and, as I kissed, fondled and squeezed her lovely body, her own arousal started to show, her face and neck blushing, her nipples popping out like two little fingertips. Her hand encircled my cock, pumping me slowly as we kissed and explored, and when my roaming fingers found her tight little snatch she sighed and pumped faster. I rolled onto my back and slid her on top of me, pulling her buttocks open to rub her slit and caress her little pucker, making her gasp into my mouth, her lips curving against mine as she grinned. She reached back and took hold of me, rubbing the head of my penis against her rapidly moistening lips, lubricating me, then began slowly backing into my cock, taking me in gradually, pushing herself onto me until I was fully embedded in her, her eyes shut tight in concentration as her vagina stretched to accommodate me again.

She began rising and falling, pumping herself on me, the friction on my cock utterly delightful. Her own arousal was climbing, a flush spreading down her neck and across her upper chest as she pumped, and I began humping back up to meet her thrusts, taking hold of her delectable little breasts and lightly pinching and rubbing her nipples as she rode me. Her thrusting sped up, and I sped up to match her, both of us approaching orgasm as we slammed into each other, sighs and groans escaping both of us as the sensations quickened, intensified. I slid my hands down to hold and squeeze her lovely taut little buttocks, pulling them apart as I slid my finger into her tight little anus, pumping in time to her thrusting down against me.

She came with a loud, guttural groan, her vaginal walls contracting around me, clamping and releasing me, milking me, and I came with a groan to equal hers, shooting long, satisfying jets of sperm deep into her, the convulsions of her vagina drawing out my climax, keeping pace with hers. At last the constrictions around me eased, and Nia slumped forward against my chest, holding me tight as she quivered in reaction, her muscles shuddering and chest heaving, her heart thudding against me as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

She raised her head to kiss me lightly. “Thank you, brother-mine!” she grinned, “the perfect wake-up call, we must do this more often!”

I laughed delightedly; she was obviously fully recovered from last night!