Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... think I’ll stick to the basics for now.” Tom said sheepishly, but still grinning at his mother.

Tom and Annie stopped dancing and simply looked at one another… son seeing his mother in a new light, a happy look in her eyes for the moment. Annie looking at her only son, the boy now a man, and a handsome one at that. Her heart swelled a little and her breath caught in her chest. She drew herself into his body and he wrapped his arms around her in a warm thankful hug. Tom felt Annie shudder slightly in his arms but didn’t think anything of it.

Annie felt her legs go weak and she shuddered briefly as Tom squeezed her gently in that warm hug. His strong arms about her, his chest solid, yet yielding and warm. When he spoke quietly the words “Thank you, Mom. I love you.” Annie nearly cried… he felt… he felt so much like his… father… Not J.D. Annie gasped and turned abruptly untangling herself from Tom’s embrace.

Her hands were brushing at her hair and the sides of her face as she made to step up onto the porch and go back in the house. Annie was flustered but she didn’t want to let Tom see that. Tom, however, didn’t have a clue. He was still reeling from his new found discovery that he didn’t really have two left feet after all. Annie called from inside the house as the screen door snapped shut on its spring with a whack.

“Dinner is about ready, Tom. Go wash up.” She spoke loud enough for him to hear her.

“Okay, Mom.” Tom called and he climbed the steps and pulled the ...

... screen door open to go inside as well.

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The annual Wilding barn dance was a fixture in Helton. The dance had been put on every year for as far back as most could remember. Originally it had been hosted by The Wilding’s, a somewhat wealthy family in these parts. Every year the Wildings would open up their farm for all their neighbors and friends to gather together for a day long picnic, hay rides, games and music and of course dancing. There would be a big bonfire at night and the party would go on long into the night, sometimes until the next morning.

At some point, over the years, the idea of dressing up in costumes was adopted. Everyone seemed to love the idea, so the tradition of costumes became the norm. As some families do, the Wildings eventually died out or moved away as they wed and started their own families elsewhere. The Farm was turned into the country fairgrounds.

The old mansion was used as a haunted house for many years until it fell into such disrepair that it was a hazard. The county fire department burned it down as a training exercise many years ago. There’s now a gravel parking lot where the house once stood. The old barn still stands though, it’s maintained by the county conservancy board.

The fairgrounds host the annual county fair of course, but the Wilding Dance far eclipses even that. Families attend the Wilding, during the day anyway. As evening comes around, most families with younger children tend to depart for home. The ...