Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Caroline asked already knowing the answers but feeling that she needed to have Deeny answer them as much for herself as for her mother.

Deeny sat there, her mouth agape at her mother’s words and the concepts they conveyed. She had always known her mother was a strong woman, someone she had admired from the time she was old enough to take notice. But never, ever, would she have thought that her mother was so open minded about such taboo thoughts as same sex love. Love was indeed strange. Love was wild.

“Y... Yes. She makes me very happy, mom. And I... I love her too. She doesn’t know that, yet, though. We’ve not talked about it since the night of the Wilding. It was... it was chaotic, but you know that, you were there.” Deeny sputtered out, still reeling from amazement.

“Well, I think you really should be talking to her, not me. You know I will always love you, no matter what you do. You were my child and always will be in my heart... but you are a grown woman now and you have to follow your own heart. If Yvonne is what you yearn for and she makes you happy, who am I to say anything against it. All I ever want for you is to be happy.” Caroline said with a smile as she squeezed Deeny’s hands once more for emphasis.

Deeny’s bottom lip quivered and her eyes flooded with new tears, tears of happiness and joy that couldn’t be contained even if she had tried. In a sudden move, Deeny lunged from her sitting position beside her mother to wrapping her arms around her ...

... mother and smothering her with a fierce hug and kissing her cheeks and face repeatedly saying how much she loved her. Caroline’s arms were wrapped around Deeny as well and her hands were stroking and patting her daughter with motherly love.

“I hope she comes to work tomorrow.” Deeny said after they had separated and resettled in their seats on the glider.

“She didn’t come to work today?” Caroline asked with a little concern in her voice.

“No, and she wouldn’t answer the phone when I tried to call her from the diner. I hope she’s okay.” Deeny admitted, her voice falling into that worried tone once more.

“She might have just needed some time to think, by herself.” Caroline offered quietly.

“What if...” Deeny began, but her mother cut her off.

“Don’t. Just don’t. I know you think too much sometimes, just like your father. If Yvonne comes to work tomorrow, you can talk to her then. If she doesn’t, then... go to her place and see her. She might be just as afraid and hesitant about... this... as you were” Caroline counseled her daughter.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll... I’ll do that.” Deeny said thoughtfully

“Mom?” Deeny asked again, changing trains of thought.

“Yes?” Caroline asked, wondering what was on her daughter’s mind now.

“Lee... and Tom...” Deeny began but faltered yet again.

“That... is another problem, and not yours. It’s a conversation that we’ll have to have with her. Probably not one that you need to sit in on. You will know everything too, ...