Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... parties or happy gatherings. Never gifts or anything… well… not anything official anyway. J.D. had frowned upon “doting” on the boy. At most, J.D. would tolerate his favorite meal being made, but that was just about the extent of it… for seventeen years. Tom had really not expected anything this year either… at least not from J.D. and from his mother, who was under J.D.’s heel.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten, did you?” Annie asked with a smile as she returned to the table and set the cake in front of Tom.

“Mom…” Tom began with a seemingly tired exasperation in his voice, one that both knew was just for show.

Annie leaned over and kissed Tom on the cheek and wrapped her arms around his shoulders giving him a hearty mom hug.

“My baby boy is now eighteen years old. You’re a man now, my son, but you will always be my baby boy.” Annie declared with eyes brimming with tears and a smile that could not be turned off if she wanted to.

They sat and enjoyed a piece of the chocolate cake, eating in mostly silence. Annie noted that Tom seemed rather thoughtful and would glance at the clock every few minutes. Sensing that there was indeed something on his mind she pried a little hoping to ease his mind a little.

“You are going to go… to the Wilding… yes?” Annie asked her son.

Tom nodded but still looked pensive. So, Annie asked if he was indeed going to try to dance with that girl, he was so fond of from school.

“I… I might. I don’t know if I’ll have much ...

... energy to dance with though after walking all the way there.” Tom said with a shrug and started to rise from his chair so that he could go change into clean clothes.

Annie stood as he did and looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before reaching out to touch his arm. Tom turned to look at his mother.

“What if you didn’t have to walk all that way?” She asked with barely suppressed smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, and a glimmer in her eyes.

Tom cocked his head slightly to one side as he puzzled his mother’s question. Before he could ask though, she pulled his hand up, turning it so that it was palm up. Annie then placed a key ring with two keys on it in Tom’s hand and closed his fingers over them. Tom looked down at his hand and then up at his mother’s face, his eyebrows reaching for his scalp.

“Take my car. I won’t be going to the Wilding this year either. I loved it when I did go years ago, but I think it’s more for the younger folk, like you… and your girl.” Annie said softly, giving up the pretense of keeping a straight face and smiling.

Tom opened his hand to look at the keys, and then looked up at her face again, his jaw nearly on the floor.

“But… dad… He wouldn’t want…” Tom began to protest.

Annie reached up quickly with her hand and pressed two fingers to Tom’s lips to silence him, shaking her head slightly from side to side.

“He won’t be here tonight. He always goes to the Wilding… every year. You might want to watch for him when you get ...