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Memories of My Grandmother part four

Article Summary: Time goes by, this nobody can prevent even if there intensions and will wish it were not so and as much as I in my thoughts am longing to reenter the past I can not for the past is not a place nor a time but images of things that have transformed themselves in to the present.

I really don’t know what she wanted but I asked her to stay in bed with me not so we might repeat what we had done but so she might be with me in this moment where all was new. She agreed though she did warn of caution because my grandfather just might though it was highly unlikely given all he had drank wake up in the middle of the night.

It was actually during the night that we held on to each other that she told me what we had done and what could happen as a result of which that I understood everything from what liquid my body had released to why she had bleed. She even told me that the two us were rare in having made love. Me at such a young age and her for having it for the first time at such an advanced stage of life.

The night which we spent in each other’s arms discovering what treasures were to be found in what neither of us had known passed us by and though I can not claim what Maria was experiencing, I can describe mine. Her body was truly a woman’s for me. Her breast being so soft yet firm to the touch while her belly was nicely rounded and above all pleasant as was the rest of her which she claimed to be old but not to me as to my lust she was everything. Her long legs my hands passed over always ending up in the place where she had a patch of hair that hide the spring of her womanhood. This I did as if a child who could not get enough of a teddy bear he had just gotten.

How she felt was indescribable and more so the way it made me feel to have the woman whom I had admired for so many years finally to myself giving herself to me, telling me in deeds that I was not a child anymore but a young man capable of pleasing a mature woman with my body.

This alone would have sufficed to elevate my ego beyond anything however there was more to Maria who was a woman who had more then surface beauty. She had a grace about her in everything she did from the way she walked to the way she sat down, always with her head high that gave away an aristocratic back ground that was so plain to see and how much more this was apparent in my eye when she had shared in herself in passion with me.
It was during that Christmas that I discovered many things which now seem so obvious as I observed how touches created desire. It was as dawn approached that I started kissing her mouth strongly when my urge had been reanimated by the hope that she would want to make love again. It seemed strange to me how one thing lead to another, how one touch lead to anther and how soon my root was made ready for her to get on top of like she had done before but this time she did something different.

She took the part of my body that came to be very hard when ever agitated and while I was lying on my back she kissed it almost as if she were kissing a dove. So slight was the touch of her lips that it only left me wanting more of this which she gave me when she passed her tongue over it before taking it in to her mouth. It was incredible for me to see or to imagine someone could to what she was doing as this had always been the part of my body I had always been to told to wash my hands after having touched fore it was dirty. How she could do this was something beyond me even if it was an enchanting sensation that was producing in me the same urges to release like I had done before.

Of coarse it seems incredulous to me now looking back at how high my energy level was that I could do what I had done and yet still want more as if this was not ample to have spent so much of myself but still I wanted her again not that she having renounced her virginity less then a day ago did not long for the same. She did and even though her concern might have been for me to conserve my energy, her desire for what life had taken her so long to present her with was strong even to the point of going against all convention.

Our kisses I remember by then had become more intensive with my tongue taking the initiative while my hands surged forward to please and be pleased as we both explored to the point where it was my mouth being guided by my tongue that had taken over for my hands. The taste of the flesh had become my enjoyment. My tongue making its way down to Maria’s stomach and to the place between her legs where her hair was so soft and red that I kissed it softly around the edges as I sensed her body shake with every touch.

She was almost shivering as my head found itself between her legs prompting her to lead me up to the missionary position which was the second position she instructed me on. This was different because it gave me more control over what I did as now it all depended on my movements that sent my root inside and outside of her with the force I through my own improvisation was generating by pulling myself up from the top of the bed.

Up till that point I had not really taken the time to see how divine she looked when performing this act but now that I was seeing her. She was a picture of delight in the way she closed her eyes as if grasping for air with her body twitching to everyone of my trusts as if they were sending sensations to every in point in her body. The expression on her face was one as if she were floating making her appear more lovely then ever to my eyes as I again delivered my seed in the very core of her womanhood as she cried out.

Eventually the sun came up on that night which had changed my whole life and we had to join my grandfather for lunch who given his late night drinking had not managed to wake up any sooner. My grandfather naturally was completely in the dark about what Maria and I were involved with when he joined us at the dinning room table for lunch which was a typical meal however my grandfather in a way had changed. he seeming to have grown cheerier as if he had come to realize during the night that not celebrating Christmas would not make matters worse so he apologized to Maria and me telling us that he would make it up to us next year.

With regards to Maria and me, we continued drawing from the well we had found when ever we were not in view of anybody. How many times did we make love and in how many places does not matter but what does is that it was a time with an intensity which I knew would never come back fore life only delivers one such occasion.

Sometimes I think how could we have done what we did without anybody catching on like one of the other servants or my grandfather but they did not even when at the table suddenly Maria stretched out her foot which she used to stroke without anybody noticing (an aunt and uncle of mine being present) the part of my body which had become the source that bounded our joy. Oh, how exhilaration and craving took over my body as she performed this simple yet erotic act under the table with all watching but nobody seeing that I made up some excuse to get her to accompany me to the kitchen. She naturally was aware of what it was I wished but could not have envisioned my minds invention which was to take her from behind while her attention was in getting something out of the pantry which forced her to bend over.

The daring of the youth and desperate was the fuel that lasted us all through out not only the holidays that stretched from Christmas to New Year’s Eve but beyond the point that it was discovered that our carnality had yielded a child which my grandfather naturally amused was a product of his son and not his grandson. How he would have been shocked was something which Maria and I calculated would be better untested so it was with this in mind that Maria and I let him believe what conventional wisdom dictated.

My grandfather had always admired Maria from a far so it was with the idea that Maria not be an unwed mother that he took her to wife. His wedding to Maria also made it easier for him to leave her half his earthly possessions and for her to adopt me when he passed away a month after the following Christmas.

Maria left me for good when the number of my years had gone up to 18 with a daughter whose birth certificate falsely accredits as being my sister and that is the way her knowledge of the truth has remained. Tatiana went on to be raised by my wife Victoria, one of Maria’s much younger cousins who came to join us when Maria’s death was near. Victoria and I had a son (Thomas) and a daughter (Megan) making ours a happy marriage and home.

With regards to my feelings for Maria this I can not deny that they were true love as she made me see through her aristocratic background what a person like me as well as a family like mine could amount to if we took full advantage of all the possibilities our position gave us.
To many people however Maria’s behavior would cast her in the mold of immoral and this they have the right to think if this is what their believes dictate to them. I however do not believe my moral fiber to be more corrupt then those who would take this line of thought regarding my grandmother but different as I see what they may not wish to.

Maria was 42 years of age when she was diagnosed with a terminal cancer that should have ended her life in a little over a year. She was also a woman who had never experienced the pleasures of the flesh as she had been raised to repudiate unmarried sex which along with the desire to have a child prompted her to marry my father who got killed before he even had a chance to bring this sensation to her. Maria to my way of seeing things did nothing that her extreme circumstances did not warrant to have a child of her own which was all she longed for and this is what would have happened had my father not been killed. It was with this backdrop of the despair that surrounded her life that lead to our affair that went on to her dying day.

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Gianni Truvianni
My name is Gianni Truvianni and as some of you may know I am a writer who simply adores the opera. This is something that I do not believe could have escaped the attention of anybody who has read either "Little Opera Singer" or "New York’s Opera Society" which are two stories on this website strongly connected to opera. "New York’s Opera Society" is the 1st chapter of a book which I have just completed by the same name which is available on www.new-york-society.com/nyos_salespage.htm so for all of those wishing to see how this story unfolds I recommend them to buy my book.