“Please Tommy, one last kiss and a hug.”
Lying down beside her, on top of the covers, we were face to face. I tenderly kissed her lips. My right arm over her, we savored the moment. I wanted this to last forever.
The sun was rising when the alarm went off. Mom was under her covers with my arm still draped over her. Technically speaking, I had spent my first night in bed with a woman. Better yet: it was with Mom!
Feeling much closer to becoming a man than the day before, I reported for basic combat training.
Chapter 3.
After my return from basic training there were changes in Mom’s interactions with me; it wasn’t so much physical, as emotional. Perhaps understandably she was seeing me more as an adult. We worked together to develop a career plan for the next few years while I fulfilled my Guard commitments. Confident an academic calendar could be worked around a weekend warrior’s schedule, with Mom’s steadfast encouragement, in September I started classes at the local community college. They would not be completed.
The Army National Guard’s ‘One weekend a month, two weeks a year’ is a slogan, not a guarantee. The Commander-in-Chief’s ‘Mission Accomplished’ wasn’t. My battalion was mobilized in November and we were sent for additional training. Returning back in time to celebrate Christmas with Mom, we had ten days together before my unit was to be deployed to Iraq.
The night before my deployment was painfully poignant. Mom was barely able to come to grips with what was happening. She was desperately trying, and not fully succeeding, to be brave. Two weeks a year away was bad enough for her- she most certainly hadn’t signed up for me being sent to a combat zone for a year-plus tour of duty. Watching the nightly news she did not share her son’s teenage-testosterone-driven opinion that he was invincible and bullet-proof. We’d never been apart except for my recent training and now her son was being sent overseas to an increasingly hostile and dangerous place.
We went out to eat, and when we got home we dressed for bed and the spent the next hours together quietly on the couch. Mom had changed into her white satin robe, it was sheer enough that the cyan panty and bra were discernable underneath. Mom looked especially desirable and beautiful tonight. Her petite breasts were fuller, and her nipples more prominent than they’d ever looked… not that a son should notice such intimate details about his mother. Time flew by and we held each other trying not to think about how long it would be until we were together again. Sharing hugs and kisses we slipped lower on the couch until we were lying face-to-face.
Running my fingers up and down Mom’s back through her satin robe felt so erotic. Mom brought her face into my neck then moved up and kissed me, holding me tightly. Her perky breasts pressed firmly into my chest; it took herculean effort to keep from reaching down to caress them. Fidgeting to keep my painfully erect manhood from poking her we held each other like we never wanted to let go. The fewer remaining minutes we had left, the faster each one passed.