Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... happened and… it complicates things.” Caroline said with conviction tinged with sadness for her baby girl.

The both looked up as Lee walked up to their table carefully balancing three cups of coffee in both hands with her fingers clutching a small paper bag underneath the cups. Caroline and Deeny both took a cup from her hands allowing Lee to set the bag on the table before pulling up a chair. It was a small square table with Deeny and Caroline sitting across from each other, Lee sat to one side.

Caroline took a tentative sip of the coffee and closed her eyes as she savored the hot brew. Deeny watched her mother and smiled a soft little smile enjoying her mother’s pleasure even if it was just a cup of hot coffee. Lee on the other hand just sat holding her cup with both hands, staring into the dark liquid but not really seeing it or anything at all with her eyes anyway. This didn’t go unnoticed by Deeny either. It broke her heart just a little more seeing Lee so despondent.

“The doctors said your father will be okay…” Caroline began but faded into silence as she censored her own words to her children, even if they were both adults now.

“But…?” Deen prodded, not having missed her mother’s omission.

“But… he may not… um… be able to… perform, sexually… again. We just don’t know yet.” Caroline said with a pained expression, somewhere between angst and sadness.

“Would that be so bad?” Deeny asked, thinking that her dad was alive, and that would probably matter ...

... most to her mother.

“Maybe not… I’d miss it… I know your father would miss it for certain.” Caroline said averting her eyes and blushing.

Deeny smiled a little at this but didn’t press her mother further on the subject. She knew her mother would share what she felt comfortable sharing when she was ready. Looking at the paper bag on the table, Deeny reached forward and opened it up and peered inside. She glanced at her mother again before looking at Lee in askance.

“Lee?” Deeny said, asked, nodding towards the bag.

“I figured mom hadn’t eaten anything since last night. I knew she liked crullers and they had some at the counter with the coffee.” Lee said with a disinterested shrug, still staring into her cup of coffee.

Caroline reached over with her right hand and placed it on Lee’s left wrist and squeezed gently. Lee looked up at her mother’s face and smiled… a sad, sad smile, but a smile all the same. Then, again, Lee returned her gaze to her coffee, or more accurately, internally, to Tom.

The bag was upended and the crullers emptied out onto a couple of spread-out paper napkins in the center of the table. Caroline picked one up and tore it in half, bringing one half to her mouth to take a nibble. Deeny reached for the other half and she too nibbled. Both made appreciative noises and faces as they enjoyed the pastries. Caroline’s gaze rarely moved from her youngest daughter however. It was worrying, the funk she seemed to be in.

“Mom? Are you sure that Tom ...