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“Your bedroom no longer exists,” Christina said as she held the door open. “I had the walls torn down and now the basement is one big room.”
“You destroyed my bedroom?” Craig wailed in mock distress, turning himself sideways so that he and the over sized duffel could fit through the doorway. “I haven’t been gone that long.”
“You’ve been gone more than a year and I needed more room for my crafts,” Christina informed her son. “You will have to sleep in the spare bedroom up stairs,” she said almost apologetically.
“It’s fine mom, I’m only off for a month before I have to report back to Fort Benning.”
“I went ahead and moved some of your civilian clothes out of storage and into the guest bedroom,” Christina (everyone called her Chris) prattled on excitedly. Her only son, of whom she was immensely proud, was home after a year long military deployment overseas. Over the past year she had spent many a sleepless night worried about her son and the many dangers he was sure to encounter in a war zone. Now that he was home, safe and in one piece the weight of all of those worries was lifted and she felt light as a feather. She wanted everything to be perfect for her soldier.
After a home cooked meal of lasagna and salad, Chris’ specialty, the two settled in the living room in front of the television. Craig had gotten his fill of travel on his tour of duty and wanted nothing more than a quiet evening at home. Going out with friends and painting the town red would come later, what he really needed was a few days at home to decompress. So they sat and talked, catching up on the minutiae that didn’t warrant mention in their emails to each other. During the frequent pauses in conversation they could hear the drier tumbling Craig's clothes about. After a year or so in storage Craig’s civilian clothes were in need of laundering and so Craig was spending the evening stretched out on the couch in his boxers watching the evening news and chatting with his mom.
It didn’t take very long at all for sleep to overtake the jet lagged soldier. Chris couldn’t bring herself to wake him partly because she wanted him to get some uninterrupted rest but mainly because she didn’t want him to leave her again; even if he would be just down the hall from her. Chris rocked in her glider, reading a magazine and listened to the deep breathing of the only man in her life. Hers was somewhat of a lonely life. She had a little bit of a social life but most of her girlfriends were married and spent most evenings at home with their husbands. She dated here and there but honestly hadn’t found anybody who she thought was special enough to keep around indefinitely. Chris reflected on this and mentally noted that she was eternally grateful for the company of her son and that company she held most dear. Her relationship with Craig was the longest running relationship of her life. The two had been close since Craig was just a child and as Craig grew into a man they added friendship to the mother/son dynamic of their relationship.
The person asleep on the couch was not a boy anymore. She confirmed this truth as she gazed at him in the light of a nearby lamp. He was of average height, a few inches taller than her but certainly not of remarkable height. The close cropped hair and freshly shaved face were to the credit of the army. Her eyes moved from his head to his bare chest and arms. They were lean and muscular, exactly the shape the army hammers all recruits into. Craig also had a modest growth of hair on his chest and stomach (undoubtedly the army would take credit for that too) that made his tanned skin seem even darker. Her son was handsome, a fact that Chris was proud of even if he looked a lot like his asshole of a father.
Chris watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, hypnotized for the moment, lost in a sense of pride that she had raised this fine young man all by herself. Craig muttered something and stirred in his sleep, knocking the blanket that was half covering him to the floor. Chris laid her magazine down and stooped to retrieve the blanket. She was bent over to gather the blanket when she froze. There, not a foot from her face was Craig’s penis sticking out of the fly of his boxers! Chris straightened up, unsure of what to do. She stared down at the display of manhood before her, forgetting for a moment that it belong to her son. After a brief hesitation Chris delicately pinched the fabric of his boxers between her fingers and tugged the material so that Craig’s cock would once more be inside the shorts where it belonged. Immediately, the material parted and out it sprang! Chris stared at the erection in front of her, yet another thing to be proud of. It was well formed, lots of pleasing contours and ridges and it looked large enough to please any woman; it was also hard as a rock and refused to be put away.
Chris shoved back the dirty thoughts that were seeping into her mind and mentally over rode the funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Stooping, she grabbed the blanket, stole another peek of the breathtaking view in front of her and covered her son all the way to his chest. TV off, Chris made her way down the hall to her bedroom, tomorrow was another day.
Filter, water and coffee. Four scoops, not two, Craig was home, Chris sleepily reminded herself. A trace of a smile crept across her face and she mentally forced it away. It wasn’t a “I’m so happy my son is home safe and sound” kind of smile but more of a sly smile like when someone has a secret about someone else. Chris busied herself with making breakfast, knowing that her son was already up and would soon join her.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower,” said Craig, barging into her thoughts.
“Ok, sweetie. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes,” chimed Chris. She couldn’t help that her eyes wandered down his bare, muscled back as it retreated down the hall. Chris vigorously shook her head, trying to clear it of all unholy thoughts. The night before had been an internal battle that kept her awake until the wee hours of the morning. A battle that, though waged internally, had a physical manifestation of the outcome. All night Chris tossed and turned in her bed, trying hard to erase the display of manhood that she had been subjected to earlier that evening. Purity and Lust fought, and Lust won. Chris gave in and slipped her hand down her panties and gently rubbed her clit, her finger spreading copious amounts of moisture all around her womanhood. The orgasm that quickly followed left Chris completely spent and she slept like a rock the rest of the night. “It was nothing, just thoughts - a stupid fantasy,” she reasoned with herself. But the fantasy would not go away, a seed had been planted.
The seed had sprouted overnight in the form of short shorts to show off her shapely legs, lightly browned by the South Carolina sun, and a ribbed tank top. The pink tank top had bits of lace around the neckline to make it more feminine. Not that it needed any help, the plunging neckline revealed an ample amount of cleavage partly due to the fact that Chris had accidentally shrunk it in the wash which made the shirt fit snugly over her large breasts. This ensemble was not something that she would have normally chosen but she wanted her son to notice her the way she had noticed him.
Breakfast over, Craig rose and began clearing the table his mother remained in her seat and watched him work. Craig stepped in close to his mother to grab the salt and pepper shakers. Still sitting, Chris put her arm around his waist and hugged him in a sideways hug, resting her head against his abdomen just above his waist line.
“It’s so good to have you home,” she murmured into his “Go Army” t-shirt. Craig agreed, and gently rubbed her bare shoulder, looking down and noticing, not for the first time, that his mom had a fantastic set of boobs. The pair held each other for a moment, not speaking. The arm around Craig’s waist dropped a little and Chris lovingly rubbed the back of his leg, creeping further and further up the inside of his black basketball shorts. Her hand caressed his solid leg, wrapping around to his inner thigh and showed no signs of slowing when her fingertips grazed the hem of his boxer briefs.
After a year of being surrounded by men and very few females, to say that Craig was hungry for sexual gratification other than what his own hand had to offer would be an understatement. The sensual caress from his mother would have been enough to arouse any member of the male species not to mention a sex starved alpha male who had entertained dirty fantasies of this very woman for quite some time now. The front of Craig’s mesh shorts was tenting wonderfully, and Chris gazed at it lustfully.
When Craig saw his mother’s gaze fall to the pyramidal shape his shorts were in his first instinct was to cover it up and turn away from her; even though it went against all of his long term desire for her.
“Oh honey, it’s fine,” Chris assured him, tightening her embrace which resulted in the spectacle before her to be even closer to her admiring eyes. “It is perfectly natural to have such a reaction after having lived under the conditions that you’ve been living in.” As she said this she adjusted her son’s shorts in what was meant to look like a motherly gesture. What Chris was really doing was rubbing Craig’s cock with the fabric of his shorts without actually touching it. The strategy worked, Chris noticed the subtle tensing of Craig’s leg muscles and the way his breath caught ever so little. With her free hand Chris rubbed the front of Craig’s leg and went straight for the bulge in his shorts. For a few seconds Chris was content to stroke her son through his athletic shorts, admiring the rock hardness of his cock-a testament to the virility of her young man. Chris eased the athletic shorts down slowly, like she was unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. Craig’s cock sprang to meet her, the details that were somewhat vague in the dim lamp light of last night were now sharp and clear. She stared at her son’s nakedness, taking in every contour and ridge with a lust, the likes of which, she had never felt in the entirety of her life. To her delight, Craig’s chest hair funneled down into a very thick and bushy patch of pubic hair much like a lion’s mane. Chris gently cupped her son’s balls in her hand and leaned forward, the side of her face resting against his firm stomach. She buried her nose in the wiry mound of hair that adorned her soldier’s package and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of his musk mixed with body wash. This aroused her to the point where all reasoning and recognition of social norms went out the window, she was operating on a primal level. Chris needed to mate with this man, she needed his seed. To further entice her would be lover, Chris, still cradling his genitals in her hands began licking the entire length of his shaft. She covered every inch of it, tracing every vein, every ridge with her tongue and drank from the salty puddle at the tip- a promise of things to come.
Craig took his mother by the hand and led his mother down the hall do her room. During the oral display of affection he had stepped out of his shorts and underwear and now he shucked his shirt too. He could sense that his mom was staring at his naked body as they moved down the hall. Craig pushed Chris down on the bed, took both of her wrists and firmly pinned them above her head. Then he kissed her. Passionate, full lipped and open mouth kisses, they made both of them feel as if this was meant to be. Sparks flew when their tongues touched, little currents of electricity flitting through each other. For several moments the couple enjoyed each other’s closeness, their bodies pressed tightly together, him enjoying her soft curves and her revelling in his firmness.
Together, they peeled off the ribbed tank top and Craig attacked her breasts. They were large, round and soft, very pleasing to the eye. Chris’ nipples were large and hard as diamonds, aching to be played with. Craig took both of his mom’s breasts in his hands and manically went from one to the other, suckling them, squeezing, thumbing her nipples even gently biting them. Chris giggled and squealed and moaned at the playful assault on her breasts. Craig finally zeroed in on what his mom liked the best: a long, slow almost greedy suck on her nipples, as if he were actually trying to get some sustenance from them.
During Craig’s playful attack on Chris’ charms, Chris wrapped her bare legs around his waist, squeezing him against her. God, how she wanted him inside of her. No that wasn’t right, she needed him inside of her. When Craig came up for air she gently pushed him back and hiked her hips off the bed. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and panties and scooched them down. Craig took his cue and helped his lover out of her shorts and underwear. What a sight his mother was! Naked, her skin glowing from her light tan. Her legs were freshly shaven that morning and were smooth as silk to the touch, which Craig did absently while he pondered his mom’s more intimate areas.
Chris wasn’t completely shaven like the high school girls that Craig had gotten lucky with in the past. His mom was sporting a nice, well kept patch of hair inTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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