Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... sure what day this was at this point. She was so tired, but more than tired, she was worried sick for her mother. She had heard what her momma had told the Sheriff in the hospital room, when they thought that she was out of the room. She had gone to get her mother a glass of ice water, but upon returning she had heard the whole story.

Her momma and daddy had been fighting a lot lately, and she knew they were unhappy for some reason. But Trina was not prepared for… for this. Trina loved them both of course, but hearing what her mother had done… well it was shocking. She really didn’t know what to think about that. She was so tired, too tired to be trying to figure it all out right now. She brought the big car to a halt not far from the back porch of the house.

There was no sign of her daddy’s truck, and the house was dark other than the light on over the back door. Trina got out of the car and went around to the passenger side to help her momma out of the car and into the house. It had been a long drive home with the awkward silence between the two of them. Especially when her mother cried off and on as they drove home.

Inside, the house was quiet. It was apparent that no one had been in the house since last night. The bloody shirt that Hank had put down on his car seat to drive Vivian home to her house was still in the floor beside the back door. Trina helped her momma walk through the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom.

Once inside the master bedroom, ...

... Vivian turned to her daughter and held her. She held her with her hands on her daughter’s upper arms and held her with her eyes. There was a sad, sad smile and her eyes were puffy from crying, and Vivian wanted to tell her daughter how much she appreciated her help and how much she loved her… But the words wouldn’t come. So, with a quivering bottom lip she simply pulled her daughter into a motherly hug and sobbed quietly.

After a short while the two pulled apart and looked at one another again. This time Vivian found the words. In a halting, quiet voice Vivian spoke to Trina.

“Baby… I’m so sorry that you’ve had to go through this. No child should ever have to see such things.” Vivian sobbed, and the tears began again.

“Momma, I’m not a child anymore.” Trina said plaintively, her head tilting to one shoulder as she crossed her right arm over her chest to hold her left arm above the elbow.

“Oh, I know baby, you’re a young woman now. But you will always be my baby, my precious girl. I’m just so sorry you had to be part of this… this ugliness.” Vivian said hanging her head in shame.

“Why… Why did daddy shoot you momma?” Trina’s question came out in almost a whisper, but it sounded like a blaring horn in Vivian’s ears.

The tears really began to flow now, her face a mask of embarrassment and shame. Vivian backed over to the bed and carefully sat down, never taking her eyes off her daughter’s face. She sighed heavily and with her left hand patted the bed beside her, and ...