The Long Absence: Allen's Story - Sex Stories

The Long Absence: Allen's Story

... difficult but not as difficult as what he had just been able to withstand. Chapter 8 "What a nightmare," he thought looking in the mirror. He survived the night without giving in, but it was rough. He realized that this woman, his mother, was gorgeous, sexy, and desirable. He had to remain strong. He barely spoke or looked at her throughout the day. He moved sluggishly and had a headache. His mother could tell that he was fighting inward battles. She tried not to entice him, and was sweet and friendly as usual. Bob and Robin left their home around 8pm, after the new queen size bed was put in Allen's room, and after they ate supper. Allen took a cold shower, and retreated to his room. He wanted to be alone. He couldn't tell his mother to leave him alone; he couldn't be rude to her. So he just hid from her. He got on his pajamas and went through some old things in his room, making a pile of junk and a pile for things to keep. A couple hours later he found himself sitting alone on his bed staring down at the floor. About 15 minutes passed. Her feet were silent, her feet were bare, and her feet were now in his field of vision, standing in front of him. His mother stood there for a few seconds. He simply stared at her feet. He saw her silk red robe fall to the ground at her feet. He just sat there looking as he felt a hand on his head, her fingers running through his hair. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Sweetie, it's ok," she whispered. Her fingers felt so reassuring on his ...

... scalp. "I'm here for you," she continued, "there's no need for you to feel bad or miserable...or pent up." He sighed again, shaking his head. "Please? Just let go..." she asked. He had to let go, he couldn't resist any longer, he needed her and wanted her. He had to give in again. He slowly looked up, his eyes drinking in her bare thighs, her trimmed bush, her tight and toned stomach, her ample round breasts, and her beautiful face looking down at him with a loving smile upon it. "I love you," she said smiling down at him. He placed a hand on her stomach, slowly rubbing it. He leaned in a kissed her navel, she let out a moan. He looked back up at her and stood. This was it, no more fighting it. He stood looking down in her eyes, "and I love you." He leaned down slowly, and kissed her lips. He placed his hands on her waist and kissed her again, and again, then a third time, his and her tongues met. Lapping and licking at each other. He closed his mouth over the top of hers, and their tongues collided again, swirling around in each other's mouth. He broke the kiss, and she licked his lips. Never taking her eyes off his, she reached for his shirt, and helped him take it off. She continued with his pajamas pants, kneeling to the ground as she slid them off, never breaking eye contact. His massive erect cock sprung up; she grabbed it by the base and proceeded to lick it. One long, slow, lick up the 9 inch shaft, all the way to the tip. He groaned out in pleasure, her tongue was too ...