Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... lilt.

Tom smiled to himself as he was bent over unlacing his boots and taking them off before stepping into the house. He noted to himself that he’d have scrape them off later.

“Yeah, Ma!” Tom called back as he brushed at his pants legs to knock the dust and chaff off of his jeans as he stood back up.

“Lunch is ready. Wash your hands and have a seat. I’ll be right there.” Annie called from the hallway leading to her and his father’s bedroom from the sound of it.

Tom pulled the screen door open on its squeaky hinges and it snapped shut behind after he walked through. The kitchen smelled wonderful… so good, in fact, that Tom stopped mid stride and closed his eyes and just took a long, long inhale through his nose. That smell could only be one thing. His favorite! Meatloaf!

He was just drying his hands on a dish towel after washing his hands in the kitchen sink, when his mother reappeared in the kitchen. She walked in tying a clean apron behind her back and had a smile on her face. Annie walked right up to Tom and stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on his right cheek. Then she took his elbows in her hands and guided him to the kitchen table to have him sit down.

Tom noted that there were only two places set at the table this afternoon. The head of the table was not set, so Tom could only assume that his father wasn’t going to be here for this meal. For some reason that made Tome feel happy, very happy indeed. He smiled as he watched his mother flit about ...

... the kitchen and serving the two of them their meal.

Annie eventually settled into her customary seat, next to Tom. She extended her left hand and he took it in his right. She looked deeply into his eyes for a few moments, her smile faltering a little but it was mixed with other emotions, happiness of course, but a tinge of worry and sadness too maybe. She finally nodded to him and closed her eyes and said grace.

Tom happily ate the meatloaf, and the mashed potatoes with a rich brown gravy. The fried okra was a bit of a treat too, along with sliced tomatoes and corn muffins. After his plate was cleaned, for the second time, Tom pushed back from the table smiling as declared himself full. His mother asked him if he was sure. He might need his strength later that evening for dancing she teased. Then she winked at him and stood to clear the table.

“Stay there…” Annie said as she took their plates to the kitchen sink.

“I couldn’t move if I wanted to.” Tom replied with a smile.

“Oh, stop it. I know you could eat more than what you just did. I think you just might have some nerves about tonight maybe.” Annie quipped as she opened the doors of her antique pie safe to the left of her stove.

Tom watched as his mother reached in and drew out a platter with a cake on it. He felt his heart give a little flip and his eyes threatened to water a little. Throughout his whole life, his mother had tried in some small way to make his birthdays special. There had never been any ...