Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... was wondering if Tom and Annie had even heard it.

Tom grimaced, not so much that J.D. was dead, but what that might mean for his mother. He knew that she had loved him dearly at one time, and he was sure there may still have been feelings for him in her, but not how deeply. Would this hurt her?

Annie’s bottom lip drew tight as if she were willing it not to tremble, her eyes remained clear but there was a mixture of sadness and relief in them that was hard to describe. After looking inwardly perhaps, she looked up into Gerald’s sad and worried eyes and nodded to him.

“Thank you, Gerald. At least… at least now we know.” Annie said in a dead monotone voice as she still struggled with her inner voices and thoughts.

“Can you… can you stay, for some coffee… maybe dinner?” Annie asked looking up again hopefully.

Gerald was a little stunned at the question. He had delivered bad news to too many folks and had received mixed responses from each ranging from inconsolable grief to outright anger and hatred for having delivered such information… but to be invited in for coffee and dinner? This was new to him. Maybe it was because he and Annie had some brief history long ago. Perhaps she thought of him, still, as more than just an official, as the Sheriff?

“I’d be honored to sit with you a while, Annie. If that’s alright with Tom here.” Gerald replied, looking at Tom who looked up at him and shrugged noncommittally.

“Give me a hand, getting up here then.” Annie ...

... said and reached one hand out to Gerald and her left hand still in Tom’s as she rose from sitting on the steps.

Annie turned and bent to pick up the paper sacks she had carried from the car to the porch. She looked at Tom and asked him to collect the rest from the car and bring them in as well. Gerald climbed the stairs and opened the screen door for Annie and followed her into the kitchen.

The bags were set on the counter as Annie collected the kettle from the stove and filled it with water to start some coffee. Tom came in carrying two more bags and set them on the counter as well. Gerald watched him walk up to his mother as she stood looking at the stove and gently put an arm around her shoulders and lean his head onto hers. It was only a moment but a touching moment all the same.

Snapping out of her momentary reflections, Annie asked Tom to get three cups and saucers from the cupboard. She turned to the table and asked Gerald to have a seat and make himself comfortable. Tom set the cups and saucers on the table and then pulled out his mother’s chair for her before taking a seat himself by her side. The three sat in silence for a few moments.

“Tom, could you go put my car in the shed for me?” Annie asked as if somewhat distracted.

“Sure, mom.” Tom acknowledged and rose to go do just that.

As the sound of the screen door closing indicated that Tom had left the house, Annie looked up into Gerald’s concerned face. She swallowed then spoke in a low hesitant ...