Tim had fought for his country in Iraq for 4 years. He had endured the hardships, the tragedies with the other lads but the main thing was he had survived. One day the commanding officer said that they were done in Iraq – his division was going home in 5 days.
His fiancée Bree was a part time model when she wasn't studying politics at university. She was perfect, tumbling blonde hair, blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and mischief, tanned long legs and full firm 34 DD boobs that bruised her chin and not her navel when she ran.
Tim finally got through to her with the news:
"Bree honey, its Tim. Great news, after 4 years in this hell hole I'm coming home for good. I am getting out of the army and we will settle down, get married and be together."
"Ohh Timmy, uhhhhh, that is exciting ... news. I am just at your parents house now. Tom, Timmy is getting home."
There followed 10 or 15 seconds of silence in which Tim thought he heard muffled groans but he thought they must all simply be thrilled with the news.
"Hi son, I hear you have been released to come home. Not to a hero's welcome or even a promotion up the ranks but your mother will be pleased."
"I have done my best sir and ..."
"Yes well some men's best is better than others." Tim thought he heard a giggle. Tom had reached the top echelons of the army and had been one of the most decorated soldiers of his generation.
"I have done my best to take care of Bree over the last 4 years whilst you have been away."
"Thank you sir," Tim said whilst again he could hear Bree's sexy laugh in the background.
"Is mum there?"
"Yes she is right here," he lied. "She is overcome with joy. When are you expected home?"
"Sunday afternoon. I can't wait."
"Neither can Bree son. Have to goooh," he gasped as he hung up suddenly.
Tim was excited. He didn't like the way Bree called him Timmy, it made him sound childish. He was glad the lads didn't know. He wished he could have spoken to his mum, he was much closer to her than his father. His father had been away lots when he grew up, he had a big job in the army and made lots of money and his mum had been there to cook and clean but they spent little time together.
Saturday morning arrived, one day until the return of the prodigal son. Only the flights had been moved forward and suddenly Tim was to be home a day early. He had not had time to call and his mobile had died so he would just have to surprise Bree.
Tom and Doreen had breakfast and heard the skid of breaks on the gravel drive, a familiar sound. Bree's Porsche. Doreen looked up to see long golden legs, smooth tanned stomach and firm round tits bulging out of the top of a tight green t shirt. Blonde hair, white teeth and blue eyes completed the perfect body. Tom's dick stirred.
"My son will be looking forward to getting home to see you Bree. You will marry him won't you? He loves you so much," Doreen said as she looked across the table nervously at her husband.
Bree stared at Tom with a slight smile on hr face. He was gawping at her huge boobs and he couldn't help playing with his cock and easing it out from under his nightgown. His wife was oblivious to this, though she had her suspicions. She knew what Tom was like and hid from it all her life. Surely not with his son's fiancée, she prayed each night.
"I know that I will be very happy Doreen," she said flashing her pretty smile at the aging woman with grey hair.
"That is not what I asked. Tom say something. He is your son."
"Tomorrow will be a great celebration," Tom said. "Don't spoil it. Are you gardening this morning? Bree is helping me plaster something upstairs."
Bree smiled. The only thing he will be plastering is my pretty face and big tits with cum out of that huge cock of his which he is openly wanking at me with 2 hands and struggling to conceal it from you, she thought to herself.
Doreen did what she had done all her life, turned her back on her suspicions and fears, avoided confrontation and headed for the safety of the garden.