Cloud Nine

You were not there when I was falling down as autumn leaves

You were not there when I blossomed in your silent nights

You were not there when I craved for your redeeming lights

You were not there when I moon beamed on your tapestry fair

You were not there when I became the music celestial and rare

You were not there when I settled on a masochist resolution

You are not there now that I brace up for the essential devolution

You were not there, you are not there, not there not there'

She was helpless and happy with a confused mind. Many months pulled on, they could meet on and off. It did not any more matter to her whether he was her son, he happened to be somebody she could stick on to, to churn out some semblance of a meaning to her bootless life. She was afraid to take a momentous decision. She was not sure how her feminine body would react to his presence.

'My dear son, I am afraid to come and stay with you. I am often ravaged by feelings that are shamefully unmotherly,' she confessed over the phone.

Passions flare to the fore and reasons turn shy. It is nobody's fault that everyman is a fan of his own mother.

'I am happy to hear that my precious dear. I want to love you for the rest of my life with my soul, mind and body. I also harbor the same feelings, they are the zenith of my pure and pristine love for you. I want to worship and adore every inch of you..'

'I am relieved my darling, we both have the same kind of passions. But I don't know, I cannot vandalize certain hallowed concepts..'

'Scandal mongers are vandals, true lovers are not;

'Please bear with me, I am not yet ready for the tremendous day'

'I will wait, wait across many generations, wait across many births and deaths to be at last near you, to be at last part of you. I will wait across the eons for you.'

'Oh my child, I am unwittingly cruel.'

During the Holy Week, she was too busy to attend to him. He was distant and morose. He e-mailed:

'This Maundy Thursday, when the world observes a sublime event

I remember you and all the graces that the designer of the world showered on you

The seen and unseen ways you are cared for and the little pleasures your days are filled with.

I am happy for you and proud of you.

The words I left unsaid come and waltz for you multiplying a thousand fold

Those words remain eternally orphaned, until albeit unsaid, you have them heard

But another and another smile, when you sit back and remember awhile

The faces and events that crossed your mile and then you march abreast in regal style

You are the unit of the universe, a unit of grace, a paradigm of loving sacrifice

I read: life is 10% what you make of it and 90% how you take it.'

May your little gestures of love, expressed in a thousand little ways

That count the least to the macroscopic tumultuous whole

Count the most to the microcosmic few, even to me the least of all

On this birthday serene, may this my wish come true: May your days be awash with love,

Hope and dreams that are true and your days flush with an eternal now.'

The critical mass for the fission process to trigger was achieved a few days later. She had heard that the new mother superior was an over bearing dyke. Indeed Sr. Anne had on and off made sweet love to Sr. Ursula. For fourteen days on either side of her day of ovulation, Sr. Anne was sexually hyper active. She needed to be touched. Same was the case with Sr. Ursula. This kind of passionate attachment was not altogether uncommon in the symbiotic covert arrangements in the convents. After having met Alex she had been abstaining from such acts. She found it demeaning and unworthy of her. And then, Sr. Ursula was neither fastidious nor demanding. She had heard rumors that the mother superior had a way of cracking difficult nuns by forced unilateral sex. She was hush hushed to be a man trapped in a female body. One night the mother asked Ursula to move to another room as she had to discuss certain personal matters with Sr. Anne. Then she knew that it was coming.

Mother sat on her bed and said, 'Sister you are very distracted these days. Something is wrong with you. Do you want to tell me anything, any emotional problems?'

"No mother, I am all -right. Nothing is amiss.'

'You lying hussy, I know what you need, I know what you little sluts need,' she lifted the skirt of her night gown and there was a raging obscene dildo perched fast on her torso.

'No mother, I cannot go with that, it is not my cup of tea,' Sr. Anne was suddenly on her feet, pallid with rage.

'Sit down bitch, obey me or else I can finish your career, I can finish your reputation. Obey me and you will be better off. This is much better than the fawning pricks of lecherous priests,'

Suddenly Sr. Anne felt the futility of life, futility of struggles, futility of dignity and integrity. In her mind the inner decadence of a structure built through meticulous social engineering spread out magnified and maligned, grotesque and simmering. In a flash of fury she pushed the senior woman to the wall and stormed out. She grabbed the key and opened the front door. She darted out and opened the lock of the front gate. The dogs in the kennel growled and then scowled over their confusion. Within seconds it happened. She had parachuted herself into freedom in a fury. She inhaled the air of freedom. Then only she realized that it was raining heavily. She stood on the main road drenched in the nocturnal rain. It rained as though the heaven was feeding the hungry earth from its magnificent udders.

Inky night devoured her. She had rehearsed her escape many times over, but not like this. She had only put on a loose night gown with no under garments, no sandals even. The rain had turned the material useless in so far as covering her body was concerned. She was afraid about the consequences in case somebody caught her red handed- going out in the rain in scanty clothes. She hoped against hope that Alex would be home. God cannot be cruel forever, he had to be home. She ran full speed, she opened the gate and rushed to the calling bell. Rain hollered and howled against the pensive woods. Again she pushed the button. There is nowhere to go, if he is not around. She had forgotten to grab her cell phone. She had nothing with her to contact him.

Then he opened the door, half drowsy and groggy. His sensorium slowly registered the shape of things, suddenly he became alert and sleepiness was immediately gone.

'Oh dear, do come in,' he pulled her in and gathered her into his arms. She broke into a sob and wept to his warm chest.

'There, no need to say anything my dearest. I know, I know. You are all wet. We need something warm.;

She wept like a school child. He scooped her up and carried her to a bed room. He gathered a turkey towel and dried her rich mane of hair.

'Immediately I do not have any woman's clothes for you. I can give you a shirt of mine. Kindly change the wet gown and then only I will put on the light,' he promised. Like a docile school girl she peeled off the gown and put on his shirt which came down to her mid thighs.

He was enthralled by the beauty unraveled in front of him. He had fancied that sheer incarnation of feminine perfection packed inside the heavy religious robes and it proved to be more than true. With adoring eyes he scanned her perfect curves, The breathtaking panorama of feminine landscape.

'I am proud of you my dear precious mother,' he lisped softly. He was ashamed to take advantage of her helplessness. Again he scooped her up like a delicate and rare flower. What you need is a delicious sleep and sweet dreams after all that nightmare. I will give you that. I can grant you sweet dreams, of beautiful gardens, of shepherds playing on their savage flutes, of cuckoos cooing on the flowering trees. Just relax and enjoy it all. Tomorrow, dear, tomorrow we will begin life afresh. We will throw away the gown you came with, it is part of the ghost of the past. We will begin with everything new.

He lay her down on the soft bed. She felt safe and sequestered. She was in a cloud of happiness. He caressed her wet hair and soothingly ran his soft fingers on her sleepy face. Shortly she slipped into a deep delicious slumber. She found herself to be in a garden of roses, she found sheep in the lush green pastures, she heard the shepherds singing melodiously, she heard the orchestra of the birds of paradise. She felt the fleecy boughs straining to feel her face. She was in a delicious daze.

In the morning she woke up rejuvenated but confused. Realities slowly dawned on her. She was ashamed to see her in a sheer shirt, her breasts were trying to burst out of the fabric. Alex came in with a cup of steaming coffee.

'Did you enjoy the dreams?' he asked with an endearing smile.

'Yes I did, dear, but how did you direct the dreams, as a film director does?'

'I am indeed a dream merchant of sorts,' he smirked, 'it is simple my dearest. I know the dynamics of dreams. Dreams could be induced. What I told you when you went to sleep was lingering on your mind. Then I put a fresh rose under your nose and made you feel its soft petals. Then I softly played on the flute for your benefit. I amuse myself with a flute when I am savoring my solitude. The next stimulus was the sound of birds I produced on the DVD player. All these cues together weaved a harmonious flamboyant dream for you.'

'You devil,' she smiled and tried to cover herself with a blanket.

'No need to cover up this poetry in flesh, my sweet mother. You are beauty incarnate. The architect of the universe and the destiny of man must be proud at last for having shaped up this perfection in feminine form. I was sure that no woman in the world can hold a distant candle to my godly mother, my idol.'

'Oh naughty child, you are squandering words.'

'No mother, I am telling you the plain truth. See how my shirt is hugging your perfect bust. It is a crime that you chose to hide it all from the real world. We have to make up for all that. Do not worry about anything. I will take care of everything. They cannot take any action against you. You are an adult individual. Just sent an official resignation letter to the authorities. That will be the end of it. You relax, now I will go and get some costumes becoming of your divine body.'.

'Now tell me your bra size,' he said

'May be 36 D,' she said shyly.

'And panty size,'

'Thirty four, I guess.'

'Your feet size?'

"Six'

'Wow, that is marvelous. I am grateful to all powers above for blessing me with such a goddess of beauty for a mother. Your toilet articles are ready in the bathroom. Get ready and I will be back shortly,' he darted out and she heard the whir of his car in a distance.

Smiling to herself, she veered to the bathroom. She unbuttoned herself and assessed herself in the mirror. Though she was 35 and a mother at fifteen, her body was still in its prime. Her merry twinkling eyes, geometrically perfect nose and red thin lips exuded sheer feminine grace. Her neck was glossy like ivory. The slender hands were perfect and ended with delicate and long fingers. No poet in the whole world of all times could express the mesmerizing beauty of the lush and delicious gravity defying globes her bosom was endowed with. There was very little space in between those consolidated pair of unblemished grace. Both were crowned by mouth watering nipples that would stand in attention most of the time. In fact even nuns were dying to feed on those luscious golden blessings. She softly ran her gentle fingers on those rare darlings and smiled to herself.

'Wait my greedy darlings, you will get what you had long been looking for,' she consoled them. She was dying to offer them to her perfect man of a son. From the first day of their meeting itself she had realized that his lips and his fingers are designed for those mounts of proud beauty.

Her hands scintillatingly moved down passing her flat and fair stomach, down to the holy shrine enshrouded in a garden of soft silky fur. She was sure that her darling would be in heaven when he finds her silky and warmth. She fancied his tender lips on her and immediately pure white juice gushed out.

'Not yet, not yet,' she chided her pussy as it were a truant child.

When he returned, she was ready to meet him in another shirt of his.

'Oh my, you are pure heaven on the move, I cannot leave you even for a moment,' he exclaimed. She laughed.

'Now let us see how these garments fit into this poetry of feminine grace,' he proceeded to open the bags.

'You have to help me dear child, for twenty years I was only in the religious robes,' she complained coquettishly.

'It is my cherished prerogative to assist you, my goddess. But first let me prepare you for the transformation. You are going to emerge from the pupa of your darkened cloister as a gaudy fluttering butterfly. Be ready for the metempsychosis, you will be transmuted into a new existence, First let me prepare your exquisite mane of hair.

He cropped her hair at shoulder length in a U shape and pruned the unruly strands here and there. Then he gathered the whole fluff into his hands and buried his face in it. He planted soft kisses in the cloud of flowing hair which she had shampooed and dried half an hour ago. She giggled and closed her eyes enjoying the dedicated ministrations of a selfless admirer. Her fair hair swayed like fluffy flowing hydrilla in the still clear waters.

'Now, queen of my dreams, I am going to be your manicurist,' he proceeded to her hands.

'Such delicate golden hands,' he kissed her hand and as if that was not enough, he inserted each finger into the warmth of his mouth. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed his sweet tongue worshipping her truly feminine fingers. Contrasting her fingers, his were long but rough and calloused, becoming of a hard worker.

When he was done with her hands, she surveyed them and smiled to herself. Then to repeat the delicious feel she offered each finger to his eager mouth and smiled lovingly.

'I am happy that my darling son likes my fingers,' she cooed.

'Not only your fingers, dearest, I love every millimeter of you, you will find it shortly,' he growled.

Then he proceeded to her feet. Her toe nails were fairly grown. With utmost care he cut them to size and polished them. She knew that her shirt was only up to her mid thigh and he would get enticing glimpses of her perfumed garden.

'These toes could be confused with rose buds. I will not be surprised if they are fragrant too,' he sniffed the toes and then kissed them. Then to her surprise, he washed each toe of hers and the space in between with his pliable and gifted tongue. She heard herself puffing and her torso was convulsively jerking. She realized sweat gathering in the softness of her armpits and on her upper lip. When she opened her eyes, she found him lost in unadulterated rapture licking her soft toes. His eyes were glued to her delicious core in between her cool soft and well shaped thighs.

'Oh my precious child,' she ranted uncontrollably and repeated it like a litany.

'Now let us put on the lingerie my beloved,' he stood up from the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. She lifted her arms to help him peel off the shirt, 'look how anxious these brassieres are to hug those dreamy richness,' he placed the bra on her breast and tried to tuck in the delicious cones. While doing so he reverently caressed them. She was terribly aroused and her perfume was filling the room directly from the angry impatient girl in between her thighs. She automatically fondled his head and tried to offer her nipple to his mouth.

'Wait mommy, there is a lifetime before me to worship them and make love to those celestial beings in various ways. We have to hurry, I have to show you something.'

He fished out a pair of silky panties with a rose just above the gusset. She sat on the bed, dangling her legs to facilitate his mission. He pulled up the panties and slid them up her creamy thigh. Purely divine nectar had gathered up in her opening.

'Wait darling, I don't want to mess up the gusset,' she swiped up a hand full of heavenly feed and tried to wipe on the abandoned shirt.

'No, no,' he grabbed her hand. She smiled heartily and lovingly and offered her hand.

He licked like a starved puppy. 'Oh God, so delicious, so delicious,' he rolled each snot in his mouth to familiarize his taste buds with the taste of heaven.

'Poor darling,' she fondled his head with one hand while feeding him from the other. Her eyes were glazing with unabashed ecstasy. She always loved feeding her students, now she was feeding her child with her own honey. Once the panties were in place she was made to stand on her feet and he helped her put on the under skirt. He was kneeling in front of her smothering the creases. Then he tied the cord around her thin hour glass waist, his face almost touching her aromatic pussy across the fabric. He fondled her buttocks by way of smoothening the skirt. His nimble hands made her dizzy with desire.

'I am going to make love to your fabulous behind in a thousand ways during the next thousand years,' he declared lovingly fondling them.

'I bet,' she laughed.

For the next stage, he pulled out a blouse and helped her to put it on. He piously hooked the front, taking his time to smoothen the wrinkles over the palatable swell of her twin globs. When the mission was accomplished he endearingly kissed each pinnacle of the blouse cups and smiled happily.

The last stage was putting on the saree. It was a delicate art, but he was undaunted. Then he clipped her hair, applied mascara on her lashes and put talcum powder on her face.

Then he pulled out a casket of ornaments. He put on golden ear rings, bangles and necklace with a small mother of pearl locket.

'Now behold thou the queen of womanhood, radiant and ebullient- the true divine feminine,' he ushered her to the mirror. She smiled at the extraordinary image of herself. Indeed she felt that she was the queen of her species in the dizzy heights of love.

'Now you are ready to witness my secret,' he pulled her by the hand to his bedroom with a conspiratorial smile. She obediently followed him.

He switched on all the lights on the four walls and pulled aside a tapestry. There she was on the wall, full size, in the same hair style, in the same saree. And he was seen genuflecting in front of her, his hands joined in prayer. Her infallible breasts were visible through the opening of the saree. Her one hand was benevolently pulling his bowed head to her electrifying loins and the other was raised in benediction.

'Oh my dirty darling child,' she hugged him, squashing her full breasts on his lower chest and kissing his hairy upper chest. She felt his erection jutting against her underbelly.

'What is this, wicked boy?' she asked with a wink.

'Sorry, he is trying to pay homage, he did not mean to offend you,' he pulled back.

'Don't worry my dear, I am honored. I am happy that my child likes my body.'

This time they embraced furiously. Her pussy was mutinying with inordinate passion. They kissed and a patent kiss it was. He licked each of her delicate lips with a devout care. She opened her mouth to his exquisite tongue. Both tongues rapturously accosted each other and swirled and twirled together in different formations. She experienced his tongue gently caressing the bottom top and sides of her helpless tongue. She found him wiping and stealing away the remnant twang of her coffee from between her perfect teeth. She opened up most willingly to let her darling savor her sweet mouth.

'That was something,' she gasped when he came up for air.

'My goddess mommy's mouth is the most kissable one in the world. Sweet sweet sweet,' they were glued together again in a mighty embrace. She wanted to die like that, on her darling's chest, becoming one with him.