The Long Absence: Allen's Story - Sex Stories

The Long Absence: Allen's Story

... Bob said. Her smile was so pretty. She then stopped laughing and nodded to something else he said. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Since Bob was only an inch taller than Krista, and she was wearing black high heels, she could easily see Allen. Her face wasn't buried into Bob's chest like Robin was with Allen. While Krista could see him and Allen could see her, they didn't look directly at each other at first; only catching glimpses here and there. As Krista danced slowly and turned around, her back was toward Allen. He then watched her, taking in her back, hips, and butt. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Krista and Bob slowly started turning around again. Allen tried to look away, but couldn't. His eyes were fixated on her. She was running her fingers through Bob's white hair and staring directly at Allen. Her look was mesmerizing; he couldn't control the erection growing. An erection his grandmother no doubt felt pressing against her stomach. The song ended finally. Bob and Krista walked over to Robin and Allen. "Switch?" Krista said to her mother and she took Allen's hand. Robin nodded taking Bob's arm. Mother and son, as the song played in the background, just danced slowly looking up at each other – unable to look away. His heart was pounding, he had trouble breathing. Her eyes, her mouth, her hair, he was losing his mind. The song finally ended, and they walked back to the table, holding hands. They sat and ate dessert. Bob and Robin carried on with small ...

... chit chat, laughing occasionally. Krista and Allen ate in silence. He avoided looking at her as best he could. The ride home was awkward; the tension was thick in the air. Krista held Allen's right hand as he drove with his left – occasionally caressing it. They got home; each went to their separate rooms to change into their pajamas. Allen sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at the floor. He couldn't deny the chemistry, the electricity anymore, but he would try again tonight to keep from using her to relieve himself sexually. His mother entered the room, wearing the similar style of pajamas she's had worn the past week or so. His eyes remained to the ground as she climbed into his bed, sitting behind him. She hugged him from behind, resting her hands on his stomach. She held him like that for a few moments then started to move her hands up to his chest, then his shoulders. She got on her knees and began to massage his shoulders and neck. She leaned in and kissed the side his neck, whispering: "Is there anything you need tonight?" He just shook his head no. "Are you sure?" she continued. He fought with everything he could to nod yes. She paused and kissed the back of his neck. She crawled under the sheets, "tomorrow we'll get you a new bed. We'll be much more comfortable in it, Ok?" He nodded. "I love you. Goodnight." She rolled over facing away from him; he could hear a slight sigh come from her mouth. He shook his head and slowly laid down trying to go to sleep. It was ...