The Other Women

I ran my fingers down his shoulder blades, his shoulders were so strong i thought.

I had to touch him to see for sure that I could.

i wrapped my long, bare golden legs around his fine ass! I peeked down at my toenails, cute my  toenails were painted teal the polish was called Teal So Good #3.

His whole being made me melt every time he came in to my vision. Bless my eyes this man was my type.

He had the right formula to get my juices flowing to keep my body heat ablaze. i wouldn't change him or his boyish charm.

He held the antidote  to compel most feminine response's. The ladies he could really wrangle up, a bolt of jealousy coursed through my belly, quickly with electricity riding the bolt. I shook the emotion and began rubbing  his  sexy, well maintained coco bald head. He made me feel so seductive. So sultry even. In the bedroom, out the bedroom.

He was full of brilliant and interesting everything. I was impressed by his motivation, I  was in love.

I wasn't the only women though, the mother. His Mother loved him no matter what.  Yes she was the winner and the other women. The maker of my guy, the incubator for this man. A man with a lovers penis, a work of pure art, Thanks lady!  Good job.

His mom was to dependent, very invasive too. She sucked up my mans feelings, worries. They were each others companions to family gatherings and festivals. She was his confidant. She played at the guilt he undoubtedly had. His years as a teenager and young adult were offensive,dangerous and law breaking. That kind of behavior became normal for him. She remembered his boy hood to still be stressful. His bashful light demeanor and charms seemed to be reserved for her, and she took them. Her "oh you have-to's, or “i’ll lose it all"s" were weaved into his brain like silk. Their late night phone calls the text messages the emails. The intimate banter they spoke in. Drove me mad. Her and him even lived together.

The man i had just finished screwing, was up  dressing quickly, his mother had called needing his car again.

I’d taken good care of his natural need’s the pleasures of his loins. She however was the one whom he confided in. Ran to. Mother was his rock, she was.

His Mother.

Three is a crowd, I was the awkward third wheel. I should sue his ass in court my claim would include his overbearing mom. The women he described at the start of our relationship as a non wholesome kind a no meal type. Never mind her lowly parenting skills. She had stood by him hadn't she?

Liar.

i couldn’t get him whole. He gave all his efforts and manly attributes to help and provide what his mom needed or wanted at all times. Never any driven honor to aid me, never any qualms to support me,he held no apology for me, he said I was bizarre, that i had a mom complex. She was the boss the winner always would be. Now he had gained the empathy to re pay her for his existence his Malay. He did any and everything she summoned, she summoned a lot.

He was a fool, i would often wonder why he couldn't pass on some of her many duties to his two younger brothers but he didn't. No. Had to be him.

He grabbed the keys, grabbed his bag and started towards the door, slowing down and turning he half heartedly kissed me. With tears forming in my eyes I lifted my arm to wave goodbye. He whole heartedly got in to his car and gleefully drove to abide his mom. Finally my tears fell, warm and large. Matching my disappointment of falling in love with a mama's boy.