The Challenge 6: Making Amends - Sex Stories

The Challenge 6: Making Amends

... that drove everyone away. Darla’s only friend was, for some odd reason, her niece Marie. Perhaps it was because Darla and Janet still got along, thus creating an obligatory friendship between her and Marie. Ken didn’t know or care. When Ken arrived to his apartment after work, he flipped on the TV, grabbed a beer and channel surfed. News of Kim Kardashian and Kayne West was on a celebrity news report show. Ken extended his middle finger to their image on the television and changed the channel. He took several more swigs of his beer, thinking about his evening while finding the last few minutes of The Tonight Show to watch. Ken didn’t hate his mother, but had no desire to have a close relationship with her. He turned off the TV, debated showering to get the cigarette smell out of his hair, ultimately deciding to shower in the morning. Sliding out of jeans, removing his t-shirt, he examined a new tattoo above his right pectoral. The skull with bat wing artwork was looking great. Ken climbed into bed, coughed a few times and rolled over. “Shit,” he said aloud, remembering to put on a fake polite face tomorrow when he saw his Aunt and mother. ****** “Ken! Come in!” His Aunt Janet exclaimed, opening Marie’s front door the next morning. “I love that beard!” “Thanks,” Ken faked one of many smiles to come. He and his Aunt had the same dark red hair color, though Janet dyed hers regularly. “I’m so glad you’ll be spending the day with us!” She led him into Marie’s fairly large home, ...

... her soon-to-be ex-husband nowhere in sight. “Well, actually, I,” Ken managed to get out before he was interrupted by a hug from Marie. “Good to see you again!” she said. When Ken arrived in the living room, he saw his mother sitting on the couch, smiling politely. “Hey Mom,” Ken nodded, faked another smile, taking a seat next to her. Darla cleared her throat, “Hi Ken.” He noticed she seemed subdued, giving off a calm aura. Janet brought out a tray of sandwiches she ordered from a nearby sub-shop. “Dig in. There’s everything, turkey, ham, beef.” As they ate in silence; Ken noticed his mother’s hair looked different. Her long, bright red locks, looked brushed, cleaned, and healthy. He also noticed she smelled great – not that she was ever stinky, but there wasn’t a trace of wine or liquor on her clothes. “Her clothes,” Ken thought. Janet was going on and on about the day ahead of them. Ken kept glancing to his left at his mother’s clothes. They looked new, expensive even. She was wearing a nice, fairly tight, dress, similar to something Marie might wear. Ken glanced to Marie. She was indeed wearing something similar. So was Janet. Ken shrugged and kept chomping away at his sandwich. “How does that sound, Ken?” Janet asked. “Hmm?” Ken said, his mouth full of food. Janet laughed, “My Valentine’s date night idea?” “Uh, what?” “He’s been busy scarfing down that sandwich, Mom,” Marie joked. “Ken, I was saying that tonight, you and your mom could go out to dinner for Valentine’s Day,” ...