The Challenge 6: Making Amends - Sex Stories

The Challenge 6: Making Amends

... menu. He would not bring up the past. He would not talk about his father or sisters or anything that could cause anger to flare up. He decided to keep things light, taking his mother out as a favor for his Aunt and cousin. “Ken,” Darla spoke up after they ordered their food. “Hmm?” “Thank you for taking me out tonight.” “Oh, it’s ok. It’s no big deal,” Ken replied, looking around the restaurant. “I know, but I appreciate it. I really do. I just,” Darla paused. “You ok?” Ken asked. She seemed so different, much more calm and quiet. She took a deep breath, remembering what Janet had discussed with her, “I just want you to know that I’m different now. I was alone for Christmas, I drank myself sick, I wasn’t in a good – ” “Mom, it’s fine. We don’t have to talk about that stuff.” “No. We do. I need to say it.” “Alright,” Ken sighed. “I wasn’t in a good spot. I haven’t been in one for decades. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be alive, but I’m 55. It could be 15, 20, 25 years. Or it could be 40. Who knows?” “Mom, it’s ok,” Ken pleaded. “I just want to make things right,” Darla held her hands up, stopping Ken from interrupting her. “I’ve made terrible mistakes, I’ve driven family and friends away, and I want to make amends. There’s something going on with Janet and Marie that I’d rather not discuss tonight. Needless to say, I think this is a perfect open door for me to walk through and start making things better between you and me.” “Mom,” Ken paused. “I understand.” “Can you and ...

... I do that? Can we rebuild a relationship? As friends?” Darla extended her hand, gently laying it on Ken’s. Ken nodded, offering a fake smile. “Friends. Yeah.” He thought about his sisters, witnessing them and Darla in their teen years – the insults, the cursing, the fighting, the slammed doors. Ken thought about his estranged father next. He remembered similar fights his parents had – the accusations, manipulations, the hatred. He had no idea how she’d ever make things right with them. Ken’s heart beat a second time, a small, real smile formed on his face. He gently squeezed his mother’s hand. “I like what Marie did with your hair. The bangs make you look younger.” Darla chuckled, “Thank you. She’s into all that stuff – fashion, makeup and so on.” “Have you lost weight?” Darla asked. “I think, yeah,” Ken looked to his midsection. “And, uh, is that a new one?” Darla smiled, glancing at his right forearm, the edge of the entire tattoo-covered arm visible. “Oh. Yeah I had more work done on my arm and chest,” Ken replied. “I’m sure it all looks nice,” Darla said. “You like tats?” Darla looked to the side, “Well, I don’t know.” Ken chuckled, “It’s ok Mom. I wasn’t expecting you to be a huge tattoo fan.” They shared a gaze into each other’s eyes, the arriving meal interrupting them. Ken couldn’t explain what was happening. He was seeing a different side to his mother, one not fueled by rage or alcohol. Darla was being sweet, complimentary, even normal during their meal. She invited ...