In The Blink Of An Eye

"I don't know, and she seemed to become rather exhausted after trying to, but I couldn't help but wonder if she really was trying to speak."

"Maybe she is Janice, I guess only time and her ongoing therapy will eventually tell."

I still felt a little guilty about what had happened earlier, wondering in some strange way that maybe Madeline was trying to convey to her daughter that I had in fact taken advantage of her, molesting her against her wishes, against my own sensibilities as well. But I shook that off, remembering the look in her eyes, her lucid understanding of what I had asked her, and what I honestly believe she had asked of me.

Janice and I made love for the very first time together that night, where I stayed with her downstairs in the living room on the couch. And though things weren't certainly awkward in the morning when we woke, I knew Janice had a lot to do, and had to get up early in order to help her mother get ready for the day.

"I'll be back later," I told her, giving Janice more than an affectionate kiss this time, and hurried home to then shower and shave myself.

#

After I had showered and shaved, I grabbed myself a cup of coffee and went out to sit on the couch by the window, turn on the TV and watch the early morning news. Glancing up, I saw that Madeline wasn't sitting in the window, it was early yet, and I figured that Janice was still helping her mother through the more intimately difficult routines of their morning together.

I had finished my cup, deciding to pour a second, and just happened to glance up and out my window. Madeline was indeed there now, and not looking out as one might have assumed she would, but looking down, obviously towards me. I smiled, waved, and then felt a little foolish as there was of course no real response from her that I could see at this distance. In addition to that, I felt myself blushing again, remembering what she had seen me doing, and then worse...what I had allowed myself to do to her.

To complicate the situation even more, I felt myself becoming erect as I stood there wearing nothing more than my robe. I don't know why I even considered it, perhaps because I had managed to convince myself she'd actually enjoyed it, and that it had brought her some measure of enjoyment. "Had it?" I asked myself, as it had certainly seemed so from our unique little conversation, not to mention the almost exhausting one afterwards as Madeline eventually made it known to me what she wanted.

It was then that I realized, we could still talk in our own unique little way. I hurriedly ran upstairs to my room, fished around in my closet for a moment until I found what I was looking for, and then dashed back down stairs to the den. Looking up towards her through the binoculars I had grabbed, I could clearly see her face as though I were sitting next to her. I swear as I did, that the corners of her mouth actually turned, but it wasn't even that so much, as suddenly she blinked twice, and then blinked twice once again.

"Yes...yes," I said to myself speaking for her. "Yes...did she want to watch me? See me again?" It was still an uncertain thought, certainly a dangerous question to be posing to her, even now. But I also knew that unless I was as clear and succinct about it as I could be on my end, I'd never really know. And if in my doing that, actually did bring her some measure of pleasure, some break away from the horrible boredom she must have been dealing with, then so be it.

Still looking at her face for any expression, any sign whatsoever, I pulled the sash on my robe, allowing it to part. I was indeed erect already, just standing there thinking about it, and though I wasn't entirely sure just how much she could clearly see from her vantage point, just the fact I had done that would be obvious enough.

Her eyes definitely grew wider, and once again, I caught the unmistakable double blink, a brief pause and then another one. I reached down with my hand, grasping my prick, she blinked again, twice again, and this time, her mouth formed an oval, her tongue came out to rest on her lips, which she then unmistakably licked. I continued to stand there stroking my prick, until I was entirely satisfied that this was indeed what she had wanted me to do, to see. Unfortunately, the angle wasn't as conducive for her as I knew it could be, and for the moment anyway, I placed the binoculars down on the table and leaning now laying down on the couch sideways to her, where I knew she could still easily see me, began fondling myself quite pleasurably, more so, because I knew she was now watching me.

I was really starting to get into it, now wondering if Madeline was in her own way, enjoying it as much as I was, which is when I heard the sound of Janice's voice calling out to me through the kitchen door. The way our yards were set up, it was easier to cross back and forth between the two houses through a small side gate on the fence connecting the two of us, both leading to the rear entries. Hearing Janice's voice as she called out, startled me into action, jumping off the couch, quickly gathering my robe and throwing it back on, I immediately answered inviting her in. Seconds later she appeared, likewise wearing a robe, smiling at me.

"I could use one of those," she said seeing my now cold cup of coffee sitting on the table. She passed by, giving me an affectionate kiss and sat down on the couch. I didn't dare look up, though standing where I now was, I couldn't have seen Madeline anyway, and could only hope that Janice wouldn't realize the logistics of her positioning, and become aware that her own mother could most likely see her from where she was sitting.

"Be right back," I said pleasantly and dashed back into the kitchen to pour her a cup along with refreshing my own.

When I returned with the coffee's I was surprised to find Janice now sitting there entirely naked.

"Surprise!" she grinned. "In case you don't know...I didn't really want the coffee, but what I do want...is for you to come over here and fuck me!" It was obvious that like myself, Janice hadn't been wearing a thing beneath her robe either.

"Ah...maybe we should take this upstairs to the bedroom then," I suggested actually turning, still holding the two cups of coffee in my hands.

"No, I really don't have the time," she said simply. "I shouldn't leave mom alone for too long really, but was still so aroused from last night, wanting to jump your bones this morning even, that I thought I'd come over, force a nice quickie out of you to tide me over until later. So please Mark, just put the coffee down and come make love to me, like I said, I really need to hurry and get back to her."

To put it mildly, I was torn. Bad enough that I had been standing there jerking myself off for her mother, not one hundred percent sure even then that I fully understood her, or that she was agreeing to what I was standing there doing, but to then fuck the woman's daughter, in front of her while she watched was something else entirely. Aside from closing her eyes, she had no way of not watching it if I did as Janice was asking me to do. And on top of that, I had no idea how she'd feel, respond or act towards me if I did.

"Unless you'd rather not," Janice suddenly stated waking me from my fugue though it had only been seconds since she'd asked me to.

I was damned if I did, and damned if I didn't the way I saw it. But with Janice sitting there naked as she was, it would be far easier trying to explain things to Madeline afterwards. At least she'd be a captive audience, were as Janice would most likely be wounded, take offense, and never want to have anything to do with me again if she felt like I wasn't interested.

I put the cups down, made my way over to the couch, letting my robe fall as I did. I was also very careful not to look out or up through the window, too afraid of what I might somehow see, or feel...when I did. There would be plenty of time for that later. But for now, there was Janice once again smiling, open arms, and open legs as she suggestively beckoned me to join her on the couch.

The only real plus side to this, as far as Madeline went, was I knew that even though she'd be very aware of what we were doing, at least with me being on top of her daughter, she wouldn't actually see anything. It wasn't much, but I hoped it would be enough to lessen any animosity she might show me because of it later. And though these thoughts remained very much in my mind, the moment I felt my prick slide into that hot slick tunnel, I forgot everything else and concentrated on the pleasure I now felt and shared with her.

"Damn!"

"What?"

"No condoms!"

Janice had told me the previous evening she had gone off the pill, she hadn't intended on getting intimate with anyone again for quite some time. And though I had driven down to the store shortly before going over to dinner and buying some, we had left them next door.

"Just don't cum in me," she said simply enough. "I know it's not the best plan...but, I'm not about to get up and run over to grab one either!" she informed me. "And besides, I want to taste you when you do," she added suggestively, which nearly made me lose my load the moment she had said that.

I managed to hold off, long enough at least that Janice soon afterwards climaxed, joyously digging her fingernails into my back as she did, crying out once again with a mixture of stressful release and pure pleasured need as she came. Just hearing her brought me to the brink, and I immediately pulled out, not wanting to spend myself inside of her, sitting back on my haunches as I did, Janice sat up with me, now grabbing my cock, sucking it, pumping it as the first delicious squirt raced up my shaft, soon filling her mouth.

#

As much as we'd have both preferred it, Janice hurriedly dressed rushing back to check on her mom. We'd been at it for perhaps less than five minutes total. Truly a quickie in a sense, yet erotically satisfying, both of us knowing that we would continue on with it later, taking things a lot slower and even more pleasurably.

Before she left however, once again she asked me to do her a favor. "I need to run home, check the mail, water the plants and check messages. Would you mind sitting with mom for an hour while I do that?"

"Not at all," I assured her, though once again somewhat fearful and nervous when I next looked Madeline in the eyes.

#

Janice called me a couple of hours later. "Ok, I'm heading out now. Just got mom back into bed, so chances are she'll already be asleep when you come over. I shouldn't be gone any longer than an hour, so...THANK YOU!" she said grinning over the phone by the sound of her voice. "And I promise, I'll thank you properly later on this evening, too!"

I was about to tell her that she didn't need to thank me for anything, even feeling sheepish about all of it as it was, but all I heard was the dial tone, telling me she'd already hung up. I had little enough time as it was to wave at her as she backed out of the drive as I crossed the yard entering the side gate into their yard, and then into the house. I knew I should go upstairs, check on Madeline, hoping in a way that she would indeed be asleep. I figured I would open the door checking on her, and if her eyes didn't open when I did, that I would then return and wait on Janice's return. I don't know what I expected to hear, but I stood there for a moment hesitating, and then turned the doorknob. Stepping in, Madeline's eyes were indeed closed, and I nearly shut the door, but then they opened as she turned her head more easily than I'd seen her do before, and looked towards me.

"Thh ooh!" she said, looking at me, her eyes clear and bright. I stepped in, the hairs on the back of my neck and arms suddenly standing straight.

"Say it again," I told her walking over to sit next to her on the bed, taking her hand just as I had always done.

"Thaaa Ooh!' she managed breathing deeply as she did so, but the sound coming out of her mouth sounding more like words than ever before.

"Madeline, are you trying to say thank you?" I asked her.

She blinked twice, rapidly, and there was indeed an upturn to her lips as she did, her eyes widening, her hand pressure on mine clearly felt. But even more importantly, I noticed a tear in the corner of her eye as she said it again, watched as it rolled spilling down her cheek. I caught it with the tip of my finger.

"Why are you thanking me though? For what?" I asked myself. Though there was obvious improvement and progress being made here, there was still far too much uncertainty as to what we were really talking about. "Madeline, could you see me earlier? By the window? On the couch?"

Once again, she blinked twice, her lip quivering. "Ya a a" she moaned more than spoke, but it was evident she was trying to speak to me in words, rather than just blinking the way she had done.

"Then you also do know that Janice and I had sex," I said nervous about her response, but she gripped my hand, her eyes again blinking, and forced the word, "Ya!" But there was also a smile in her eyes, which spoke even more clearly to me as she did all that. I couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh, though even as I did, I felt her hand release mine, traveling on its own once again resting directly in my lap. I felt her hand squeeze, once again no mistaking her intent.

"Pla...pla...ssse"

I sat there, stunned looking at her. "You just said please, yes?"

She blinked twice, easier and quicker still for her to do so, but her hand continued to press against my crotch.

Once again my mind was a blur with whatever it was she wanted me to do, my concerns likewise boiling over as I sat there trying to justify it if I did.

Then, right or wrong I reached down unzipping my pants, soon standing and removing them entirely as Madeline lay there watching me. I sat back down next to her, her hand immediately coming over to touch me, her fingers wrapping themselves around me though it seemed to take a lot of effort out of her in doing that. It was evident, she just needed, wanted to see me, touch me, which she had, for whatever reason that might have been. But then without asking, I once again reached up, and slowly lifted the flannel nightgown she was wearing up past her hips, over her breasts revealing her still marvelously nude body beneath as I did. Her nipples were already hard, long before I leaned over to kiss them, sucking them tenderly softly. She moaned, it was an obvious moan that brought pure joy to my ears as I continued to lick, kiss and gingerly suckle her breasts.

I then chased away the image of uniformed officers hauling me off, beating the hell out of me first in the driveway before throwing me in the back of the car, hauling my ass of to jail.

I made my way down her tender flesh, licking and kissing her slowly until finally finding myself directly over her pussy, my finger tip just brushing against the surface of her clit, more fully exposing it. I licked her there, felt her shudder beneath me, licked her again and then again and again. And each time that I did, I could feel and sense her response to it. I slid one finger inside her, felt the moisture as it gathered, still flicking and licking her tiny little nubbin of pleasure. Madeline again moaned, the sound itself bringing me far more pleasure than I was giving her.

"Oh!"

I continued licking, continued to softly finger-fuck her pussy, gently sucking her clit until it became obvious to me that she was truly on the verge of having an orgasm.

"Oh!" she said once again, the sound clear, sharp even more so than the first. Then I mouthed her, licked her, until she came shaking uncontrollably beneath me as she did.

I sat up looking into her eyes. There was a look of pure relaxation and hopefulness that I found there. Even so, I stood preparing to once again dress and leave, and though there was still plenty of time yet before Janice was expected to return, I was now nervous about her doing so. The movement of Madeline's hand actually startled me, she reached out, immediately finding my still hard penis.

"Pla...eeese"

"Madeline? You...you want me to...to..."

She blinked twice, blinked twice again, and again and again, over and over until I finally touched her forcing her to stop. "Ok, ok...easy now, easy."

There were again tears in her eyes, but I quickly settled myself between her legs, allowed the head of my prick to kiss her there for a moment, seeing her eyes only then close, somewhere the thoughts and memories perhaps now mingling with whatever images or sensations she was remembering. I slowly began to slide inside her, finding her warmth welcoming, enticing, and oh so heavenly!

I began moving within her, slowly at first, then quickening the pace as I felt her respond to it, her one good hand now coming up to rest comfortably upon my back, giving me the assurance as she did so, that this was indeed what she wanted, needed and desired more than anything else at the moment.

I made love to her then, no longer caring even if Janice came home early, walked in on us as I fucked her own mother, right now, at this very moment in time, all I was concerned about was Madeline, how she felt, what she was indeed feeling, and somehow knew as we lay together that it was only the beginning.

#

Janice returned home a short time later. I was sitting in the kitchen waiting for her when she came in.

"How's mom?" she asked.

"She's doing well," I told her honestly. "In fact Janice, you should probably go upstairs and see her, I think she has something she'd like to tell you."

"What?"

I didn't answer her though, I just smiled and watched as she flew up the stairs.

#

It's been several months now. Several months of intensive, hard fought effort on her part, but Madeline is walking and speaking again. Sure, she has to use a cane now to steady herself, and not always are all her words understood. But she's living again, enjoying life again, spending time in the garden, and looking forward to spending time with her first grandchild, who will soon be arriving before too long now.

Janice and I married of course, moving in with me where we can still help out when we're wanted, or needed to, which even now isn't all that often. But we're here, and Madeline is back to being pretty much her same old self again, perhaps even better in some ways.

We've never spoken or discussed what happened between us, there's no point in it really. And for whatever reason that it did, or that we did, that much remains between the two of us, and always will.

We occasionally share a knowing smile with one another, but it's still the smile in her eyes that I remember even more and which speaks volumes more than words could ever say when she does.

But it's also the frequent twin blink she often throws at me whenever no one's looking that says it all.