Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... hospital to be with her.

After hours of surgery, Duke was moved to a room. Caroline was by his side of course, and would wait there till he regained consciousness. Gerald returned to Helton as well, to the station house. He was told of the tow truck driver’s discovery and suspicion. Gerald made a couple of phone calls to enlist the help of State Police divers to investigate further, but that would be in a day or two.

Yvonne ended up spending the night with Deeny and Lee at the farmhouse. Deeny was afraid to leave Lee by herself, and since both she and Yvonne were off the next day, there was no need to go anywhere anyway. Sleeping arrangements were both simple and awkward. Deeny and Lee usually slept in the same bed, this night being no exception. However, the addition of Yvonne did crowd the bed a little at first, until all three ended up in a spoon-on-spoon situation. Lee being on one side, Yvonne being on the other and Deeny being in the middle.

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Annie was startled awake by a large hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. She had fallen asleep at the kitchen table last night as she waited up for Tom and her husband J.D. to return home. She had only laid her head down on her arms for a moment she had thought. After a moment of disorientation, she shook her head to clear the cobwebs and reached up to pat her hand on that of her son.

“Pa still isn’t home yet?” Tom asked warily as his mother rose from her chair and moved to the stove to start a ...

... kettle to boil.

“No. He hasn’t come home yet. It’s not the first time he’s been out late after a Wilding though. I expect he’ll be along soon.” Annie said as she turned from the stove and stepped up to her son, looking into his eyes.

“Did you stay up all night, mom?” Tom asked softly as he felt his mother’s tender scrutiny.

“I… I was worried. I’m glad you called me from the hospital. It did ease my mind considerably. Are you hungry?” Annie confessed before letting more immediate motherly concerns take over.

“Yeah, I could eat. Want me to help?” Tom asked.

“No, I can do it. Why don’t you go clean up and then come back and tell me about your night?” Annie suggested as she turned up the oven on the stove and stepped over to the fridge.

“Okay…” Tom said hesitantly, wondering how much detail he should share, then turned to go upstairs and clean up.

Turning from the fridge with eggs and bacon in her hands, Annie watched Tom’s back as he climbed the stairs. Call it a mother’s instinct maybe, but there was something changed in her son. It didn’t take long to cook a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs with toast. She was setting the food on the table when Tom came back down the stairs, his hair still damp from a shower.

Before sitting down, Tom wrapped his diminutive mother big warm hug. Annie tensed for a moment then melted into his embrace, returning the hug. Again, she felt the change in her son. He had always been affectionate with her, and she with him. But ...