1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    back towards my destination. “Hold on!” he said, spinning me back to him. “It’s ok, none of my business.” I assured him, pulling my arm out of his grasp. “It is now.” he replied, putting his hands on his hips. “No.” I reassured, “No it isn’t.” “Come on.” he said, putting an arm across my shoulders, “Let’s talk about this.” and led me towards the store. I walked reluctantly beside him, but he was insistent, “It’s alright Jake. We just want to talk about it.” I didn’t want to face the embarrassment of talking with his mother. It put me in an uncomfortable situation. In fact, the closer I got to the door, the less I wanted to enter. I had come to a complete stop when the door opened. “Hey, just tell your mom it’s cool for me, ok?” I said, staring at the entrance way. “Tell her yourself.” he said, pushing me into the kitchen. I stumbled into a place once familiar to me, but somehow had become unfamiliar. I looked at a woman I thought I knew, but was now such a stranger to me. It was just as awkward as I thought it would be. “Please Jake, have a seat.” she directed, offering a chair. “Mrs. Jenkins,” I started, “I shouldn’t have come over unexpected like that.” hanging my head down. “I’ll come through the store from now on.” I promised. “Just have a seat.” she instructed, coaxing me to the chair. “I really should be going.” I mumbled, parking my rear in the seat. “Nonsense.” she disputed, “We just want to talk.” she assured me, “That’s all.” “Well, I really don’t think it’s really ...
    necessary…” I mumbled. “Russia, Brazil, India, France, Belgium, Sweden, Japan…” she started, stepping over to another kitchen chair. “These countries have something all in common.” she stated, taking a seat beside me. “Do you know what that is?” she asked. I hadn’t expected a geography quiz. “Seems like a good chunk of land to me.” I answered, not really knowing what she expected me to say. “Yes, it sure is.” she agreed, “But those countries also allow incestuous relationships.” she explained. I fidgeted in my seat when I heard her use that word. It was a conversation going down that road I wanted to avoid. Seeing my discomfort, she changed course. “Two years ago, my husband died fighting in the war. Before he left, he put Bob in charge of the household.” Bob agreed and added, “I’m supposed to serve and protect mom just like dad served and protected the country.” She smiled at Bob, and then turned her attention back to me. “As a widow, I have certain needs that, lacking a husband, can’t be fulfilled.” I raised my eyebrows at that, seeing what was coming down that road, “I can surely understand that.” I admitted, getting up off of the chair. She stopped me by placing a hand on my arm, “But anyway, I don’t have many options around here,” she said, clearing her throat, “and neither does Bob.” I didn’t know what Bob’s situation was like at school. Maybe he wasn’t too popular, being a little simple and all. “It sure is a small town.” I admitted, sitting back down. “Yes, and we are ...