Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... there. He’ll probably be drunk, so he might not even see you. Besides, if you’re in a costume he won’t even recognize you.” Annie declared leaning her head to one side and smiling softly for her son.

“I haven’t even thought of a costume…” Tom said, his eyes growing wide as he realized that fact.

“Oh, we can come up with something easy that will work. Let me think for a minute.” Annie said then bit her bottom lip and brought the fingers of her right hand to her chin, looking thoughtful.

“I could go as a hobo maybe.” Tom offered, but smirked as though he didn’t like his own idea.

“I know!” Annie said brightly, turning to look her son up and down.

“Go put on those old bibbed overalls, the ones with the patches on the seat and knees. Maybe a flannel long sleeved shirt under it.” Annie said with a beaming smile and pushed him towards the stairs to go to his room.

Puzzled, Tom turned to go and climbed the stairs slowly as he tried to envision what his mom had in mind for a costume. He had to dig to the bottom of his chest of drawers to find the overalls that she had suggested. They were indeed patched repeatedly, so many times he felt embarrassed about wearing them anywhere other than around the farm to do chores. Reluctantly, he slipped his legs into them and pulled on a red and black plaid flannel long-sleeved shirt and buttoned it up before hooking up the shoulder straps for the overalls.

Tom came back downstairs and into the kitchen to find his mother ...

... standing at the kitchen table fussing over something. Her back was to him and he couldn’t see what she was doing. He cleared his throat to get her attention and she turned her head to look at him. She immediately smiled again and her eyebrows went up in delight.

“Oh, that’s perfect! Now… Put this on.” She said as she turned around with a broad brimmed straw hat that had seen better days.

One edge of the hat was ragged and the weave was starting to come apart. Tom took the hat, turning it in his hands to examine it. With a questioning lifted eyebrow he raised the hat and set it atop his head. His mother’s eyes gleamed with joy.

“And now… put this over your shoulder.” She said as she handed Tom a stick about three feet long with a red neckerchief tied into a bundle affixed to one end of the stick.

Standing back to look at her son, Annie smiled and clapped her hands happily. Tom looked down at himself and then back up at his mother’s happy face and still didn’t quite get it. She saw the lack of understanding on his face and laughed.

“Tom… Tom Sawyer! No! Even better! Huckleberry Finn!” Annie exclaimed with Glee, clapping again.

Suddenly the overalls, the straw hat… the stick, it made sense to Tom. One of his favorite books as a boy, he knew the characters and he knew this costume was perfect. His own smile broke out and he laughed out loud.

“I never would have thought of this, mom. Thanks.” Tom said sincerely, then stepped up to the shorter woman and wrapped his ...