Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... had shared the startling revelation of how serious his and Lee’s relationship had become. Still though, there was so much to figure out and decide what to do. They both went quiet again for a while. Eventually Annie broke the silence as she stood up from the glider to go inside.

“I’m going to go to bed now. Don’t stay up too late. Maybe things will look clearer in the light of day tomorrow morning.” Annie offered as she paused at the screen door looking back at her son who merely nodded his understanding but remained silent.

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After dinner, Lee excused herself to go and work on her homework for school. Duke returned to his shop to continue working on a piece that he had been commissioned to build. He was still moving very slowly and gingerly to be honest, from the wounds he’d received the night of the Wilding. A word of admonishment from Caroline was enough for him to nod and take her warning to heart not to overdo it.

Deeny helped Caroline wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Then the two went outside to sit on their glider on the back porch. They sat in silence for a bit, Caroline waiting patiently for Deeny to pull her thoughts together before they began. It didn’t take long.

“Mom? About the other night, at the Wilding.” Deeny began somewhat timidly.

“What about it?” Caroline asked, her voice soft and trying so hard not to sound judgmental in any way.

“God! I don’t know where to begin... I was so... embarrassed.” Deeny said meekly, ...

... her hands clasped and fidgeting in her own lap.

“Embarrassed about what, in particular?” Caroline asked, knowing that Deeny was as anxious about this as she had ever been of anything in her life.

“About... me... and... Yvonne... doing...” Deeny’s voice trailed off shakily as she choked back tears that were falling from her eyes.

“Deeny, my daughter, my love... do you think it would have been any different if you were surprised with a... boy?” Caroline asked trying desperately to hide the mirth in her voice, she reached out and set her left hand on Deeny’s fidgeting ones.

Her mother’s question caused her to stop, her hands stopped moving, her tears all but stopped falling, her breathing stopped for a heartbeat or two. As the words rang in her head, Deeny’s eyes grew large and she turned to look at this woman beside her, her own mother. What she saw was the loving, unconditionally loving gaze of her mother... and she was smiling warmly.

“You’re... you’re not upset?” Deeny asked incredulously.

“Why would I be upset?” Caroline asked, but before Deeny could answer, she went on.

“Love is strange. Love does not play by anyone’s rules or ideals. We, as people try to shape and mold what we think and what is right or wrong, but hearts don’t care. Love doesn’t care. When two people... connect... find love in one another... why should that be wrong? Tell me. Does this Yvonne make you feel happy? Does she make you feel special? Do you feel the same way about her?” ...