Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... could see sadness in her eyes even though she was smiling warmly at him. There was sadness, but there was something else too, a glimmer of something, he wasn’t sure what it was.

“So… what’s her name?” Annie asked in a quiet confidential voice.

Tom was taken aback. He thought he might have misheard this mother’s question at first but then there was that something in her eye again. She saw his confusion and her smile got bigger.

“Wha… what do you mean?” Tom sputtered after a moment of surprise.

“I am your mother, Tom. I know you better than you know yourself. I’ve seen that dreamy smile on your face when you didn’t think anyone was watching you. That starry-eyed look when you are thinking of her. I was young once too you know. So… What’s her name?” Annie explained before repeating her question.

“A… a girl at school.” Tom said with a sheepish grin and turned his head to look up at the stars that were beginning to burn through the fading daylight as the sun had dropped below the horizon.

“Is she cute?” Annie asked as she leaned over a little closer to her son to nudge his shoulder with her own.

Tom’s smile grew even larger as his eyes did indeed took on that Starry-eyed glaze. His shoulders gave a half shrug.

“I think she’s beautiful. And she’s… nice. Not like some of the other girls at school.” Tom said wistfully.

“I’ll bet she is if she’s got you so dreamy about her.” Annie said with a soft chuckle and again nudged Tom’s shoulder with hers.

“She… ...

... she wants me to go to the Wilding Dance next week…” Tom said, his face faltering a little for the first time, his gaze turning away from the stars overhead to study his feet instead.

“Oh, that would be wonderful, Tom! Maybe you could even dance with her!” Annie said with enthusiasm, but her gaze turned quizzical when she sensed that Tom was not as enthused.

Tom continued to study his feet, his left foot dragging back and forth, his heel digging into the dirt and gravel. There was a frown on his face as his thoughts raced.

“What? You don’t want to dance with your pretty girl?” Annie half teased, but in reality, she was a bit concerned for her only son.

“I… I don’t know how… to dance.” Tom mumbled under his breath and then sighed.

Annie rocked backwards a bit, her face tilting to look up at the emerging stars overhead. A smile grew on her face as she thought of what to say… and do. She turned her head again to study Tom’s profile in the fading light. Again, she leaned over, but instead of nudging his shoulder she put her head on his shoulder and spoke softly towards his ear.

“What if you learned a few steps? You could do that.” She pulled back and watched for his reaction as the words sank in.

“How could I learn to dance?” Tom lamented, turning to look at his mother.

“I could teach you.” Annie said with a sweet motherly smile.

Tom just sat there, stunned, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. He had never even considered telling his mother ...