Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... himself looked towards the phone and wondered for a moment when they would hear from the hospital, but shrugged as he pretty well knew what the results would be. He rubbed his chin and began thinking about plans for a new project, a bassinet for his first grandchild... the thought caused something inside of him to melt... and he smiled a little more.

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Tom came back into the house just before noon. He’d been out early this morning mending fences and making little repairs here and there around the farm. Mostly it was to keep himself busy but he also knew that it was an investment into his own future. This would be his home, his and his mother’s as long as she wanted to stay here... and Lee’s...eventually.

Even before reaching the screen door to enter the house, he could smell something wonderful. His mom, Annie, had been up early with him and said that she would be making something for this evening. She had told him that they were going to go over to the Simmons’ for dinner tonight, if he wanted to. Of course, he had agreed. Any reason to be close to Lee for a while was welcomed. There was the added draw that now that he knew who his father was, getting to know him was good too.

“That smells... like heaven.” Tom declared as he eased the screen door closed behind him so that it wouldn’t slam shut on its own.

“Hands off... at least until tonight.” Annie said with a smile and a mock seriousness in her voice.

“Apple?” Tom asked as he leaned a little ...

... closer to the cooling pies on the pie safe shelf to take a long appreciative sniff of their wafting aroma.

“Yes... now scoot! Go wash up and I’ll have lunch on the table in a couple of minutes.” Annie said shooing him away as she closed the doors to the pie safe... to keep the pies... safe.

Tom smiled and leaned over and pecked her on the forehead before going upstairs to his room to change his clothes. Once upstairs, and headed for the bathroom for a quick shower, Tom thought of the changes he’s seen in his mother. Just like tonight, going to have dinner with the Simmons, and his mom seeing Sheriff Potter... Gerald... It was more interaction with... well... friends, than she’d been able to have in years. Many years. Maybe the four years or so that he was away, his mom wouldn’t be so lonely after all. He still didn’t want to go but knowing that his mom would be okay did make him feel a little better.

Once showered and dressed, Tom came back downstairs to the kitchen. Annie was just setting fresh cornbread on the table. Lunch would be some vegetable soup with cornbread. There was butter and apple butter on the table to spread on the cornbread. Tom brought the pitcher of iced tea to the table and poured a glass for his mom and one for himself before taking a seat across from his mother.

Annie smiled at Tom, the smile that any loving mother would give her child, no matter what age they might be. The fact that Tom was now a man, a young man perhaps, but a man all the ...