Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... asked in a sad voice.

“Yes. It hurt me just seeing it. I hope he will be okay.” Vivian said as she leaned her head onto Walter’s shoulder to be a little be closer to him.

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Dinner that night was simple, a soup of combined leftovers from several previous meals. More of a vegetable stew than a soup, but with some chunks of meat in it as well. Some fresh cornbread and of course butter rounded out the meal. It might have been a simple meal but it still felt oddly relaxed to some degree. It was also very quiet, both Tom and Annie were lost in their own thoughts. The news of the recovery divers finding J.D.’s truck, and his body had been… life changing. Every moment since then has been new and strange in some way. Neither had fully come to grips with the implications yet.

After dinner, Tom was shooed away from helping with dishes, there only being the two bowls and silverware, and the plate for the cornbread. Tom took his refilled glass of ice tea out on the porch to sit in the glider. Not long after, he was joined by his mother Annie as she carried her own glass of tea out with her. She stood by the rail and leaned against the post, looking out across the yard to the barn and the surrounding property.

“Are you… okay, Tom?” Annie asked quietly, not turning to look at him.

There was a moment or two of silence other than the soft squeaking of the glider slowly rocking back and forth before he answered.

“I… I still don’t know, mom.” Tom admitted ...

... almost as quietly.

Annie turned from the post to study her son. He sat idly flexing his legs in the glider causing it to rock back and forth slowly. His hands loosely wrapped around his glass of iced tea that was resting between his legs, the ice tinkling now and then with the movement of the glider. Tom’s eyes were open but Annie could tell he was not seeing anything with them, he had that faraway look on his face.

“Mom?” Tom began, but paused.

“What, son?” Annie responded.

“What will you do… now?” Tom asked hesitantly.

“What do you mean?” Annie queried.

“I mean… with him… gone. What will you do now?” Tom asked, clarifying his question a little for her.

“Honestly, I… I just don’t know. I’ve spent so much of my life being… being his wife…” She faded out into silence as her thoughts ran rampant through her mind, so many things she’d like to have done, the least of which would have been to teach as she had so much wanted to do when she was younger.

“If I… If I hadn’t been born...would you have stayed?” Tom asked her hesitantly.

Annie, now leaning back against the handrail, her left side leaning against the post, her right leg absentmindedly kicking slowly back and forth, pondered Tom’s question. In all honesty she knew that she probably wouldn’t have stayed with J.D. much longer at that point. The level of bitterness and cruelty had gotten to be almost too much to bear by that time. But when she fell pregnant, he changed, he became, once again that sweet ...