Signs of Love

Despite the fact that my relationship had failed so magnificently, I couldn't stop smiling when I thought about how happy my mother could be. All my life, I've never seen my mother living happily or truly free of worry because we were poor, and she was the only breadwinner of our family of two. My mother focused all her time and energy on working to provide for us that she didn't have time to date. After my father left, she never had a man in her life and never got remarried. After all the sacrifices she's been through, it only felt right that I help her secure happiness this time around.

"Age doesn't matter. If you both love each other, then you should get married, and that is that," I told her confidently.

"Do you really think so?" she asked with hope in her voice.

"Of course. I'm very happy for you, Mom. Please go ahead with this without worrying about anything. Don't worry about me anymore. Just focus on your happiness, please," I begged her passionately for her to seize this chance of becoming happy because I knew that deep down, that was what she truly wanted, and she was just hesitating for my sake.

"Thank you so much, Abby," my mother said before she leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek. Tears welled in her eyes before spilling over to trail down her cheeks, and I could tell that they were tears of relief and happiness.

"Don't cry, Mom. You're going to end up making me cry too," I said as I patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"Actually, I have another request. Bennett wants to invite us over to have dinner with him at his house this Sunday. I was wondering if..." my mother began asking.

"Of course, I'll be there. If you're going to marry him, then it's natural that we should finally meet. We'll be family soon, right?" I replied enthusiastically.

"I guess you're right. Thank you for doing this for me, Abby," my mother said before flashing me a smile. I reached out a hand to dab at the tears on her cheeks before I returned her smile.

We both ended up giggling as if we were little girls, and for a moment, I forgot about my own grief. Given the joyous atmosphere, I couldn’t bring myself to tell my mother that Sam had just broken up with me nor that he was about to marry my best friend.

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**Back to the Present**

I discovered that my muscles ached and it felt like I had sprinted a marathon. My entire body felt so heavy and when I tried to move my thighs a little, I felt a distinct ache in my pussy and I was reminded of the rough way that his thick and blunt manly tool had pounded inside of me last night. The vivid memories made a tremor run through my body and I couldn't stop my mind from conjuring up those steamy scenes and the passionate look on his face as he made love to me intensely while his body moved on top of mine. I closed my eyes and moved my hand to my lower abdomen as I recalled the sensation of his thick shaft driving repeatedly into my flooded tunnel. I was reminded of his body heat, his alluring scent, and his taste as it filled my mouth along with the heat of his kiss.

“This is driving me crazy…” I'm mumbled softly to myself.

I told myself that I had to bring a complete stop to all these thoughts that flooded my mind about him and the night that we shared. When I took in a deep breath just to find that the bed smelled heavily of our sex, I felt like it was going to be hard for me to escape memories of last night although it was already supposed to be over.

I quickly reach for my handbag before fumbling inside of it to find my mobile phone. The time displayed on the screen shocked me and so did the couple of missed calls that I received from my mother.

I need to hurry and get out of here!

I'm moaned slightly from the stinging sensation between my legs as I quickly got out of bed.

“Oh, no….” I murmured as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror.

It was clear that I needed to take a shower to make myself presentable. I turned from side to side and then around to look at my back. I sighed at the sight of all the love marks that the passionate stranger had left on my body, serving as yet another reminder of what happened between us last night. He truly left many marks on my body as he kissed and sucked intensely on my skin. Hickeys appeared all over my body as if they were small little flowers carefully painted on my skin by an artist. Although it was far from ideal, I felt thankful that I could cover all of them using my clothes. The only exception was the hickey that was on the side of my neck, but using my hair to cover it would have to suffice for now until I could go home and apply some concealer over it.

It's Sunday, and that meant that the appointment I made with my mother to have dinner with her and her fiancé was today!

I told myself that I had to put all thoughts of that man behind me as I made my way home. I tried giving my mother a few calls, but she never answered any of them. It occurred to me that she might have been worried sick because I didn't come home last night, and it was already late in the afternoon. If I hurried, I should be able to make it home, get dressed, and still make it in time for dinner with my mother and her fiancé.

"Mom! I'm home. Where are you?" I called out loudly when I arrived at home.

"Oh, there you are! Where have you been?" I heard her voice yelling out to me from the second floor.

–To be continued…