They floated together as long moments passed. Jamar continued to suck contently on Amita’s breast. He rolled slowly to the side and stretched his legs out straight. She stroked the hair on the back of his head, humming the same tune as before.
The flow of her milk grew finer and finer. Jamar stopped sucking, knowing the gift of his mother’s sweet nectar was finally at an end. He let her soft nipple slip out of his mouth. He crawled up alongside her.
As their lips met, Amita rolled into his strong body and held him tight. Jamar circled his arms around her body and matched her loving embrace. He broke their kiss and let his eyes linger on the soft features of her face. “Was it beautiful for you too, my mother?”
Amita let a little moan escape her lips. “You were beautiful, my son. You have made me a woman again.”
“And you have made me a man.”
They smiled at each other, then traded a short giggling laugh. Amita’s expression grew serious. She said, “I love you, Jamar.”
“I love you too, mother.”
“That is all that needs to be said. Love is all we need.”
Jamar nodded and pulled his mother close again.
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