1. The Challenge 6: Making Amends


    Date: 5/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Body modification, Consensual Sex, Incest, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    nodding his head, not taking his eyes off his sleeping mother. “We pumped her stomach and have an IV of fluids and vitamins going in her to keep her hydrated. Her breathing was slow and shallow but she didn’t need a tracheotomy. The amount of alcohol she consumed lowered her body temperature. It has since risen. We’ll keep her here for a couple days,” the doctor explained. Ken nodded, not saying a word. The doctor left and Ken went to her side, his hand resting on hers, fighting back tears. He lowered his head, closing his eyes, trying his best not to break down. As dawn approached, Marie arrived, placing her hand on a sleeping Ken’s shoulder, causing him to stir. He was still sitting by his mother’s bed. “How is she?” Marie whispered. “Alcohol poisoning. I think she’ll be ok,” Ken sighed. “If I hadn’t went by there, if I hadn’t gotten to her in time,” Ken said. “But you did. You went right by there after work like I told you to,” Marie patted his shoulder. Ken turned, looking up at her smiling face. She bent down to hug him, kissing his head. “I’ll let my mom know she’s ok,” Marie said. After lunch, Ken called his boss, the tavern’s owner while getting some fresh air. “I can’t close the bar tonight. My mom is in the hospital.” “What? Well who’s gonna close the bar? What the hell man. You can’t come in at all?” his boss complained. Ken paused a moment, gritting his teeth. “Fuck you and your piece of shit little bar,” he hung up on his boss and headed back inside the hospital. ...
    Back at his mother’s side, the afternoon crawled on, approaching dinner time. He was drifting in and out of sleep, his hand resting on hers. Then he heard it, a whisper. “Just wanted to make things better,” Darla said. Ken stirred, looking to his mother, “mom?” “Just wanted us to be happy. I thought the money would help. I thought it’d make you love me,” She slowly whispered. “Mom, I do though. I do love you,” Ken, grabbing her hand, kissing it. “But I was horrible to your dad, sisters, and – ” “It’s in the past,” Ken said. “I just wanted things to be better. The money could’ve helped,” Darla said. “Made things right again.” “No, no it wouldn’t have helped. Mom, please, being genuine and making a real attempt to mend things was working. It was working! I was so happy to have you around, to have you staying with me,” Ken said, choking up. “Please believe me; you didn’t need to bring in a bunch of money to buy love or forgiveness. You were already doing just fine without it,” Ken kissed her hand. “Ken, I’m so sorry,” Darla started crying. “I know it was wrong, perverse even, but I thought if you and I did that for money we’d fix everything. We’d have sex one time, get paid, and move forward, happy.” “We don’t need that money mom. Just talking and spending time together could fix things,” Ken said, wiping away a tear from his eye. “It was working too.” Darla told him something she hadn’t told her son in a few years, the last time was after a quick Mother’s Day lunch he took her ...
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