Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... cups. She was so used to setting the table for three that she did so automatically... even though her husband would never be sitting down with them again.

Tom stepped over to his mother and wrapped his arms around her from behind for a long hug. Annie rested her head back on Tom’s shoulder until she stopped shaking. It still didn’t seem real yet, knowing that J.D. was gone... forever.

“I did love him once... I guess I still do, in a way. He changed though. The man I fell in love with was not the man I lived with for all these years. Maybe it’s me? Maybe... maybe I’m mourning for myself and all the wasted time?” Annie speculated in a tight voice.

Tom felt a tear land on his forearm that was wrapped around his mother’s middle. Again, he kissed the top of her head and squeezed her a little tighter.

“It’s going to take some getting used to.” Tom said by way of agreement.

Annie pushed Tom’s arms apart and shooed him around the table to sit. She turned one coffee cup over upside down and then went to the stove to get the hot kettle. A spoonful of instant coffee in both of the remaining cups and then poured the water. After returning the kettle to the stove, Annie sat as well. Reaching across the table, Annie took one of Tom’s hands in each of her own, she bowed her head in silent prayer for a few moments. When she squeezed Tom’s hands, he knew she was finished with grace and they both began eating. They ate in silence.

Tom dredged his last piece of toast ...

... through the egg yolk on his plate. After popping the morsel into his mouth to chew, he tilted his head slightly to one shoulder as he reached for the last of his coffee. Annie watched this with her own cup in both hands, her elbows propped on the table beside her own empty plate. She sipped at her coffee in quiet contemplation.

“It just doesn’t seem... real... I guess.” Tom said softly, looking across the table at his mother as he spoke.

Annie nodded her head and glanced again at the empty upside-down coffee cup that she had set out for J.D. out of habit. There was a small pang in her heart that caused her throat to go tight. For all his hatefulness and spite, Annie had loved him long ago, and yes, she still loved that J.D. even today. It was definitely going to take some getting used to, his not being here... and the more relaxed feeling of... everything.

“I keep expecting to hear his old truck pull up outside or for him to walk through the screen door.” Annie said softly as if in a dream.

“Mom? Are you...” Tom began, but the words just didn’t seem to form the question he wanted to ask.

“What?” Annie responded, looking up from her thoughts to study her son’s face.

“I... I just wonder about you. Are you okay?” Tom asked finally, his face full of concern and a little bit of embarrassment.

Annie smiled a bit sadly, but smiled all the same. It touched her heart that her son worried about her. Their world seemed to be falling apart in so many ways, yet he worried ...