The Challenge 6: Making Amends - Sex Stories

The Challenge 6: Making Amends

... once again presented Ken’s mother to him. This time she was wearing a simple, black bikini. “Well? Do you like it? As a guy?” Marie asked. “Wow,” Ken’s eyes shot open, he never recalled seeing his mother in a bathing suit. “Yeah,” He cleared his throat. “That’s a good choice, Mom.” His eyes trailed over her body. She wasn’t perfectly toned, some of her skin sagged, but for a 55-year-old woman, she looked great. Marie motioned for her to turn around. Ken watched her long, flowing red hair, twirl with her. His eyes went to her ass. It, too, was very nice for an older woman. “Ok, yep, good choice. Can I go now?” The women giggled, letting Ken go back outside. Darla changed back into her dress, Janet paid for everything with Bob’s credit card. ****** The meal that evening turned out to be the best Ken had eaten in months. Going back for seconds, Janet and Marie traded looks with Darla. “You know Ken, I was thinking you could sleep here tonight,” Marie suggested when he took a seat back at the table. “Well thanks, but I didn’t bring anything to change in to and - ” “That’s fine,” Janet interrupted. “I think it’d be great if all of us spent more time together before my flight in the morning. In fact, your mom and I could each take a couch, you and Marie could take the floor.” “Well, I don’t – ” “Yeah, we can build a bed like we did when we were kids,” Marie added. Ken glanced at his mother. “If you want to, that is,” She said quietly. He paused, “Sure I guess.” “Great!” Janet ...

... said. After dinner, Ken helped clean and put away dishes. “Thanks Mom. Everything tasted amazing,” he said, drying a plate. “Thank you for staying and eating with us,” Darla replied, taking a step closer to her son. Ken picked up on her body language that she wanted a hug. Placing the plate on the counter, he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against him. Darla’s arms around his neck, she closed her eyes, breathing in slowly. She kissed his cheek, ending the embrace. “I’d love to cook for you every night,” She said, running her hand up and down his t-shirt covered chest. “I guess to make up for all those TV dinners you had to warm up when you were young.” “Mom, it’s fine. You don’t have to.” “I know, but I want to,” Darla stood taller, kissing his cheek once again, causing Ken’s heart to figuratively beat a third time. “Mom,” he whispered, staring into her eyes. “I think that’d be great,” Ken agreed after seeing her smile. The strangest weekend of Ken’s life continued later on. He and his cousin had made a pallet of quilts and blankets, but oddly, only one pillow. Marie said they only needed one. To Ken’s dismay, he and Marie were going to share a pillow, which meant she’d be lying extremely close to him. The problem was compounded by the three women all wearing fairly sexy pajamas. Ken immediately felt uncomfortable, seeing their bra-less breasts, tightly hugging the fabric of their tank tops, and their legs going for miles in their tiny bottoms. Marie snuggled ...