The Long Absence: Allen's Story - Sex Stories

The Long Absence: Allen's Story

... quite awhile now." She reaches up to caress his face. "Please, for me, have an open mind and heart about this. Ok? Let's eat and we'll go over there to see her. She'll be home in an hour or so." Allen sighed and looked downward again. "I don't know...." "Look, think about what you've been through, the nightmare it must've been. We are so lucky that you are still alive. Surely, you've realized through your experience, that carrying around anger in your heart isn't a way to live. Right?" He slowly looked up at her and nodded his head. "I don't like feeling this way." "Well then let it go. Just let it go. She's different now, you'll see." Robin said as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You look so much like him," she said again, referring to her ex-husband and Krista's father. Chapter 2 After they ate a quick meal, they headed over to his childhood home a few miles away to await his mother's arrival. On the short car ride over there, he felt slight relief, slight pressure lifting from his soul. Almost as if he was letting go and just enjoying the moment. He was going to see someone who cared about him, someone who had issues, yes, but deep down probably cared very much for him. Robin opened the door with her spare key and Allen slowly walked in. He was taken aback by how totally different the place looked. He walked around the corner into the living room and saw the furniture was different – it was a more gender neutral, not overtly feminine. He noticed nothing was overtly ...

... feminine. All the walls were painted a different color – a bland white color. "Interesting," he thought, "It doesn't look like I would've imagined a sex crazed wild woman would decorate, but more like a regular mom." It actually looked somewhat plain. He was ok with that, it felt less threatening. He chatted a few moments with his grandmother about the changes she's made to the house, her clothing, her job. She didn't go into too much detail as she was hoping Allen and his mother would be able to talk about things. One more thing he noticed was pictures of him and his grandmother on the wall, and on small tables next to the brown leather matching couch and loveseat. He didn't recall ever seeing pictures of them around the house. He knew there were some, but they weren't put up; as if someone simply didn't have the time to do so. He looked over to the kitchen and notice how clean it was; everything was clean and in its place. Maybe his grandmother was right, maybe she is different now, maybe she's actually at home long enough to keep the house clean and not rely on a teenage son to do a crappy job. He looked up at the tall ceiling and saw no dust on the ceiling fan. A moment later he heard the front door open. "Helloooooooo! You in my house mom?" a silly, playful, voice called out. Robin walked around the corner of the living to the front door. "Hi sweetie, I was just....um..." she nervously answered as Krista put her bag down by the door. "Hmm?" She smiled back to her mother. ...