MATILDA
A Romance
By Izzy Ess of Unrequited Love
Matilda
Manning had rechecked herself for years.
When she was three, she thought she had some tiny buds of breasts and
massaged them vigourously, like you would Aladdin’s lamp to make them magically
big and bulging. It didn’t work but that
did not deter her from a daily, nude examination, in the full length mirror
just behind the bathroom door of the second floor. During the day sometimes, she thought she
felt a tingle in her tiny chest and would sequester her nude self behind the
bathroom door on the first floor, where there was a bigger mirror for her mom
and dad. And, sometimes she would ask
her older brother to massage her buds to see if he could make them magically
pop right out of her so tiny chest. Her
older brother, Jake, was happy to help out and he’d get nude as well and have
Matilda rub his tiny wee-wee which was effective in enlarging Jake’s small
penis when he was ten and she was only four.
When he was twelve and she was six, he suggested licking her small buds
and she suggested licking his small wee-wee.
Jake had grown some pubic hair and his sac of two balls was getting
larger, anyway. The licking made his
wee-wee very big and her buds popped out a bit with very tiny pink hard nipples
which was very pleasant for Matilda and so exciting for her brother Jake, that
he produced a drop of something salty.
Matilda said it was so tasty that she kept on trying to suck it out and
then it started coming in big squirts that filled her mouth with his hot, salty
stuff.
When
Jake was fifteen and his sister, Mattie was a solid nine years old, her breasts
began to grow significantly and the nipples would get really hard with Jake’s
good, practiced licking. Her facility
with licking always made Jake’s wee-wee very hard and throbbing and his wad of
goodies was becoming better tasting to his Mattie. Never did the siblings miss a day of
pleasure. When Jake was 20, and his sister,
Mattie was fourteen, she began to menstruate every month. Jake was taking lessons in the local College
of Vermont and could make the trip back home on weekends and for holidays. Jake loved his sister and she loved him. They kissed and practiced the French method
and they licked each other vigourously.
Jake had asked if he could put his long hard wee-wee inside of her young
honeypot and she agreed to try. She
lubricated freely and she found it very nice to have her brother penetrate her
and have him pump her vigourously. They
both began to pop and squeal and had to keep the noise from getting to their
parents and they’re other siblings. So,
they started meeting at his College and in public washrooms, everywhere in
Stowe Vermont. His dorm on weekends was
the best. His room-mate had usually gone
home and the privacy was sublime. Mattie
started lubricating heavily and even squirting out some stuff that her brother
just lapped up with much élan. Our Jake
was getting stronger and his pumping was more vigourous, while his wee-wee did
enlarge to larger sizes than before. For
hours they would give each other loads of pleasure, in many different ways
depending on their creativity. Once he
tied her up with his own shoe laces and it had its own excitement. Another time they found that “69” was great
and yet another time, they did the butterfly on the hood of his old
Mustang. Yet another time, the room-mate
was invited to participate and Mattie first experience two wee-wees deep inside
of her, together.
At
22, Jake moved on to MIT to study engineering and Ms. Mattie had no way of seeing
him for 6 whole months. She missed their
closeness and then she heard that he had found a pretty coed to spend time
with. Mattie was at first so envious and
angry, but she realized that Jake had graduated from her ministrations and must
find some other rows to hoe. She did
reject her other siblings and she started looking for a boyfriend. It seemed that she loved Jake, so much, that
she was never quite attracted or attractive to another guy. At College of Vermont, where she was studying
to be a nurse, she tried her female room-mate, Mary Dee, but it was not as
satisfying as with Jake. She took to
doing everything herself, quite nude and lewd in her dorm bathroom which had in
it a full-length mirror. She massaged
her breasts and nipples and her private parts between her thighs and did it
with enthusiasm and to music from her tiny radio. The more she did it, the more creative she
became and it was just so satisfying that she ceased her search for someone to
just share her body’s private parts.
Matilda
graduated from her nursing school in Boston University and got to see her
brother Jake some times. They got
together for old time’s sake and did each other in his new apartment which was
rented when he’d gotten married to another co-ed. She found it great but didn’t hold out for
more scheduled visits with her Jake. She
graduated with full honours and achieved her goal of being dubbed an RN with a
Master’s degree in Psychology. She was
immediately hired by the Beth Israel’s Psychiatric Ward to be Assistant to the
Head of the Department of Psychology.
She took evening classes and achieved her Doctorate in Psychology and
was promoted to the Chairwomanship of the newly formed Department of
Psychotherapy, where she set up an excellent programme for Cognitive and
Behavioural Modification. She liked her
job a lot and threw herself into it 24/7.
She noticed that she masturbated fewer times than heretofore and felt
she was maturing.
Two
years went by. Matilda thought a lot
about her Jake and longed to be with him.
It happened in her second year at Beth Israel when she went to a
conference at MIT for discussion of the newer forms of psychotherapy. She looked up Jake and he was happy she had
called. Unfortunately, he was really
busy with his family and job and said he’d make some time for just this once to
meet her at a small motel in Brookline.
Mattie accepted his story of the time restrictions that he had and
gladly took his offer to meet at the Adele Motel in Brookline, close to where
her conference was being held. The
meeting was unbelievable for both of them.
It was obvious they truly loved each other. Love making was sublime. The time was short, but otherwise real wisely
spent. They were able to excite each
other just as much as they had done before, with much more meaning due to the
foreshortened time. They parted with a
Frenchy kiss with passion and they cried.
Jake disappeared from Mattie’s life, forever.
Mattie
returned to her Department soon thereafter and she dove into her work. She started spending time with a new staff
member of another established Department of the Hospital, the old Department of
Internal Medicine. The dating was
distracting and the sex was just OK.
They hung out together for six months and then he started dating someone
else. They wished each other well and
parted amicably. Mattie, once again,
dove into her professional activities and didn’t date another man until she met
an Administrative member of the Department of Accounting. His name was Bernard Weinstein. His company was entertaining and the sex was
pretty good. He was dating other women
and she found she needed more of faithfulness, at which she was surprised. She called it off, with few regrets. Except for a few one-night stands, Mattie
didn’t make a lasting relationship with anyone.
Her self-analysis was that she was expecting every man to be like Jake
which was unlikely when you’ve had the best there is to get. So she accepted willingly her own loneliness
and tried to compensate with her patients and her work at the hospital with
other staffers. Doctor Mattie retired at
60 with a substantial pension and moved back to Stowe Vermont to be closer to
her kith and kin.
Jake
called when she was 65 to tell her that he had separated from his wife and kids
and would very much like to see her again.
Matilda was thrilled. She met
with Jake in a small hotel in Ticonderoga.
It was just like old times. They
laughed and joked and made a lot of love.
Jake was still quite vigourous and Mattie matched his enthusiasm. Disturbing was that Jake discovered a small
hard lump in Mattie’s fibrocystic large right breast. She had always had fibrocystic breast disease
which made her breasts easier to keep uplifted.
But it also made detection of a single lump much harder because her
breasts were always lumpy. Perhaps Jake
had a feel of Mattie’s breasts that he remembered from before. Mattie had always checked her breasts but not
so frequently in her last few years.
Jake was alarmed but Mattie passed it off as being part of her
fibrocystic condition and would be most likely quite benign. She promised Jake she’d get it checked as
soon as possible after their exciting rendezvous.
Jake
went back to settle his divorce and Mattie went back home and got an immediate
appointment with her old family doctor.
Doctor Smith passed it off as just a fibrocystic lump but still ordered
a thermogram and a mammogram, plus an early consultation with a breast cancer specialist. The specialist, a Dr. Macdonald at the
University Hospital, pulled all the test results together and ordered a CAT
scan. He said he wasn’t sure initially,
but with the CAT scan, he was fairly certain it was cancer and it appeared to
be a fast growing variety. Former
examinations including several mammograms were compared to the present
study. There was no question. It was cancer. Special studies on the lymph nodes everywhere
revealed the universal spread of her malignancy. Sobbing, she called Jake and he returned on
the next flights to Vermont and Stowe.
Mastectomy was out of the question.
Hormone and intensive chemotherapy was started. She lost her body hair, but there was no
response to any therapy. The cancer was
the angry kind that is resistant to all therapy and was spreading rapidly
throughout her body.
Matilda
Manning died within two months. She was
on a morphine drip at home which controlled the severe bone pain from the
metastatic cancer. Jake and she endured
one last short time with heavy petting and lots of hugging which helped her
better accept the diagnosis. She expired
in Jake’s strong arms.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
October 13, 2013
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