Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... with half a biscuit, his mother Annie set down a list of supplies for him to pick up in town after school today. There were a few grocery items as well as a couple of items from the hardware store. She patted his shoulder as she went around him to clear off the stove and begin cleaning up after breakfast.

“Don’t forget to get the all-purpose flour that’s on the list. Or that’ll be the last biscuit you eat till we get more.” Annie said sweetly.

“Okay, mom. Anything else you want or need that’s not on the list?” Tom asked around the last bite of biscuit as he stood to bring his plate and utensils to the sink for her.

“I don’t think so.” Annie said after a moment’s contemplation. Then she smiled and looked over her shoulder at her son and asked. “It’s Thursday, do you have a date with Lee tomorrow night?”

Tom smiled, and blushed slightly as he leaned in and pecked his mother’s cheek before answering her.

“Yes. She wanted to maybe go see a movie tomorrow evening. It might mean getting home a little late though as we have to drive to Kansas City for that.” Tom said as he closed his text book and stacked it atop the others before cinching his leather strap down tightly to hold them.

He picked up the list and folded it before putting it in his breast pocket of the flannel shirt he was wearing today. Tom slung his books over his shoulder and was headed to the door when his mother called out to him again causing him to turn and look back.

“Forgetting ...

... something?” Annie asked her right hand on her hip, her head tilted to that side as well as her arm was extended and a brown paper back held in that hand.

“Oh yeah, lunch.” Tom said with a sheepish grin, as he stepped back up to her and took the bag.

“Thanks mom!” He said and turned and left through the screen door.

“Be careful!” Annie called after him, while shaking her head in mild amusement, knowing that he would forget most anything when he was thinking about Lee.

***___***___

“Fish on!” Cam exclaimed as he began reeling in line on his fishing pole.

“Well, it’s about time... that makes what, two to my four now?” Richard asked amusedly.

“No, more like two to your seven.” Cam snorted good naturedly as he continued to reel.

“Well, I wasn’t going to count the little ones I threw back.” Richard replied with a chuckle.

In another moment or so, Cam landed the panfish that was on his line. He pulled the hook out of its mouth and held the fish up to decide whether to keep it or not. A questioning look to Richard earned him a noncommittal shrug that told him it was his decision. Seeing that the fish was barely as big as his hand, meaning not much left after it had been cleaned, he sighed and tossed the little guy back into the lake.

“Better luck next time.” Richard said with a grin.

“Yeah...me and the fish aren’t getting along too well today.” Cam snorted even as he threaded another worm onto his hook before tossing it back out into the water for another ...