Liv's Texan Experience - Sex Stories

Liv's Texan Experience

... about that."

"Thanks, but I'm over it. Her loss, am I right?" I said, giving her a seductive smile and a wink.

"Definitely," she smiled back at me.

The ride home was quicker than I wanted it to be. Talking with Ash was fun, and I love to flirt, even though I was still being very subtle about my interest since I didn't want to rush and freak her out. I was taking it nice and slow, trying to make her wonder, 'Is this girl flirting with me, or am I crazy?' I was having a lot of fun when we finally arrived, and she parked just outside my mom's house.

Seeing the old farmhouse, the one that I called home once, and knowing Mom was in there filled me with joy. Even though Mom visits me often in New York, I only come back on special occasions, like holidays or when she needs me, which is rare. Even though the situation wasn't ideal with Mom being hurt and all, I couldn't be happier to be back.

I quickly got out of the car and rushed inside, already knowing where I would find her. The front door was unlocked, so I entered and went straight to the living room. I found Mom just the way I knew I would, sitting in her armchair, watching documentaries and crocheting. The only different thing was her right leg raised up on a bench, with a cast on it.

"Mom," I called.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me at the archway that led to the living room, her smile so bright that if the sun could be ashamed, it would.

"Livy, you're finally here!" she said happily and opened her ...

... arms inviting me to a hug.

I happily indulged, quickly crossing the space between us to give her a warm hug. It was so comforting that all worries about work and anything else melted away. Nothing mattered anymore; being with her was everything. I could spend years trying to explain how much my mom means to me, and I would never be able to get even close to explaining it accurately. I love her so very much.

"Mom, I've been so worried about you," I said, holding her tightly.

"Baby, I told you there was no need to worry. I'm fine," she said, caressing my hair.

We parted the hug, and when I looked back, Ash had already brought my luggage in and was waiting in the archway.

"Where do I put this, Miss Jones?" Ash asked, looking at my mom.

"Can you please put it in the room right next to mine, Ashley? Thank you," Mom said politely.

"Sure, I will be right back."

"Let me help you with that," I said and went to grab one of my suitcases.

"No need, Miss Olivia, I can take them."

"Oh, c'mon, Ash, don't call me miss. We probably have the same age, and I'm not your boss; Mom is."

"Okay, then," she smiled. "Thanks, but I can take them, Olivia."

"I know you can, but I want to help. Let's go," I said, taking one suitcase and one backpack before heading upstairs.

The room next to Mom's was, in fact, my childhood bedroom, but now, after some renovations, it has turned into a pretty good guest room. Ash and I dropped my luggage in the corner of the room; I ...