Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... It'd been an eternity since she'd thought of Chad, and even now it wasn't reallyhim that was the focus of her dour musings. No, it was the loss. What she couldn't hold on to when the bubble of their fucked-up life had finally popped. What had shadowed the happiness she'd regained with the man she truly loved.

What she could never divest herself of. The guilt.

There, at the window; it was definitely movement that had caught her eye before. Someone was at the front door, but wasn't knocking. Tami frowned, then nudged Bash. Not that his little snores weren't adorable, but she needed him.

"My love, there's someone here." Tami jerked at thumb at the front of the house. "And they're shy."

Bash blinked, then chuckled. "Probably Tim. He's thirteen, and still acts like that same seven-year-old that never thought you meant it when you said you'd always have cookies for him."

Tami joined his laugh. "You think he wants cookies?"

"Nah." Bash couldn't stop grinning. "Well, not the type you mean. I caught him and Kendra holding hands the other day walking past the house. I think he's here for advice from the ol' neighborhood grandpa."

Tami beamed. "Oh, that's socute!" If she had a small, little pang at the word 'grandpa' and all that it wasn't saying, well, she was long skilled at reconciling what she wished were true with what she knew was true. Better late than never. "Okay then, you fire up the anecdotes and I'll fire up the oven. Let's see if we can't send him home ...

... happy, one way or the other." Tami got up and went to the door, humming. "Wouldn't it be funny if Kendra showed up at the same..."

Whatever would or wouldn't be funny fell away entirely the second that Tami saw who was out there, still working up the courage to knock.

Still alive.

"Mom." A flick of the eyes over Tami's shoulder brought a little tug of the lips to that otherwise terrified face. "Bash." The second name was said with a whole hell of a lot of relief.

"Oh god... Jillian." Tami could only breathe out the words, afraid that anything more said, with any more volume, would make the vision in front of her vanish.

Jillian, her mature face lined and her thin features pinched, was nonetheless as beautiful to Tami as the last time she'd seen her daughter... decades before. Neither woman seemed to have no idea what to say, so Bash's rumbling basso served to break the spell very handily.

"Jelly. Come inside." He stopped to compose himself. "Please."

"Jelly? That's a kinda funny name, mommy."

Tami nearly fainted at the sight of a cherubic little face peeking out from behind Jillian's legs with its scrunched-up nose on the verge between laughter and disbelief. Her daughter saw it and gave a sheepish smile. "It is, baby, but I've always like... loved it." She looked at Tami, then at Bash. "And I really want to hear it more."

"You will." Tami stepped aside and gestured for Jillian to come in... with her grandchild in tow. "As long and as much as you'll ...