Imagine being blinded as a child while defending Leatherface pt 9
(Again guys, this could be triggering for some. Please continue reading at your comfort pace. I love you guys!)
You sat on your bed, looking out the old familiar window of your chosen childhood. From downstairs, you could hear Luda Mae humming a soft song as she prepared supper. The scents werent different. Not quite beef. Not quite chicken. Almost like pork... But so different. You knew you could ask what it is, but something in your heart told you it was better not to know.
Thunder roared outside as the storm raged. Lightning, hot white as it raced across the sky, illuminating the room. But all you wanted to hear was Thomas's breathing as he stood by the door, unsure if he could come in or not.
"Hey Tommy," you whispered, holding out a hand in invitation. "Come in."
Thomas hesitated for a moment before crossed the room, his heavy footsteps causing the floorboards to creak under his weight. His hands trembled as he took your hand in his.
You looked toward his breathing as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your legs hitting his.
You didnt see him kneel in front of you until you felt his chest against your knees. He pushed against them softly. You chuckled as you spread your knees.
Thomas knee walked across the small distance until his body touched yours, his head on your chest. His big arms wrapping around you. He sighed when he could hear your heartbeat. He stilled for only a moment when he felt your fingers through his hair, touching the leather straps that held his mask to his head. But he relaxed as he felt your fingers run through his hair.
"I missed you Tommy..." He heard you whisper, felt your lips against his forehead. He rubbed his cheek between your breasts as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
He put your hand to his cheek and held it there. "Missed... You... Too."
You smiled as you held him, your chin resting on the top of his head. Your eyes closed for a moment as the two of you enjoyed each others company as your thoughts went to the memory of him kissing you.
You wanted him to kiss you again. To feel his body against yours. His, hard from the years of labor from the meat factory he once worked at pressing against the softness of you. Your breasts squished against his chest. His lips, warm and soft, against yours.
You wanted him to grab you, to touch you. And when his hand that was rubbing your back slipped under your shirt, you moaned his name.
He jerked away from you. Held in place by your arms.
"Whats wrong?" You asked, your face full of shock by the movement.
"Oh Thomas.... You didnt hurt me." You whispered, touching his face. "I want you to touch me."
Thomas's breathing grew fast at the thought. How he wanted to put you on all fours as he rode you from behind. But it was your face, the soft smile that he wanted to see.
He touched your face gently as he crawled back to you. His body pressing against yours. His crotch pressed intimately against yours. You could feel his sudden hardness between your legs.
You nodded as you swallowed. You closed your eyes as his fingers trembled up your sides and over your breasts. His thumbs unknowingly seeking your nipples through your pajama top, causing them to harden.
Thomas wanted to suck on them. The idea of his mouth on your breasts drove him wild. He could feel his dick harden more as blood surged to it. He wanted to plunge it into you. Over and over until you both were screaming in ecstasy.
As he lowered his mouth to your skin, his hand pulling your shit down, stretching it over your breast. He moaned as your nipple popped out from its fabric protection. His tongue flicked out, barely touching it as he licked.
Luda Mae's shout caused you two to jump as it came from the doorway.
"YOU GET AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Luda Mae shouted again as she marched across the floor to grab her son by the ear.
Luda Mae watched him squirm as he struggled to get to his feet. "You damn well better woo this girl! She needs to be treated with respect!"
"Luda Mae... Please." You whispered as you put your breast back into your shirt. "I...."
"You shush girl, this boy of mine will woo you! I won't have any damn hooligans in my house!"
Thomas whimpered. But before Luda Mae could yell at him again, she heard the honk from a car outside.
You didnt see her eyes narrow in fear and anger. Nor her lips curling into a snarl.
"Tommy, you take (your name) down to your room. Keep her safe. Keep your hands to yourself, and wait until I call you."
Thomas nodded as he rubbed the ear that his mother let go. He walked to you without saying a word and took you into his arms. You knew not to say a word as Luda Mae walked out of the room.
But before you and Thomas left the room. You took his cheek in hand to cause him to look at you.
"I want you," you whispered to him. Your sightless eyes searching his face. "I want to feel your lips against my skin..."
Thomas crushed his lips to your before Luda Mae shouted for him.
Without another word, he tore his lips from yours and took you downstairs and into his room.
