It was good to be home. After three years in the military and two tours in Viet Nam it felt almost surreal to back in my home town. As I walked down the concourse to the baggage claim I was unaware of the people around me as my mind wondered to thoughts of seeing my family again, especially my mother. It had been two years since we had seen each other and she had been angry because I had volunteered to go to Viet Nam. So when I had signed up for another tour over there I hadnât gone home on leave. I wrote her and told her what I had done and spent my leave time in Australia lying on the beach and getting drunk. When I returned from leave there was a letter waiting for me from her. She wasnât angry, just disappointed that it would be another year before she would see me and how much she missed me and worried about me.
So here I was, sitting in the back of a taxi on my way home. I hadnât called, I wanted to surprise her. As the taxi make itâs way through traffic my mind wondered to thoughts of growing up, how close we had been, how disappointed she had been when I had gotten into trouble as a teen. I had to spend some time in jail and when I got out I decided going into the military was the best thing to do. She agreed but I could sense how unhappy so was that I would be gone for so long.
Mother and I had always been very close, especially after my father had died when I was ten. I had become the man of the house and grew up fast, maybe to fast. I remembered right after my father had died and we had comforted each other, sleeping together. She would hold me close and I could feel her warm body next to mine and feel safe and all my worries would disappear. This continued for quite a long time until I started maturing and would get embarrassed when my cock would get hard as she held me. I would slip out of bed and go masturbate and go to my bed and feel guilty that my mother turn me on. She never said anything but I felt she was disappointed when I made excuses to sleep in my room. All through my teen years I would go to bed and masturbate while thinking about making love to my mother, oh how I loved her no matter how wrong it was. While in the military I had slept with many women and had a few regular girl friends but I never felt the same about them.
While all these thoughts and feelings were running through my mind the taxi pulled up in front of my motherâs house. I paid the driver and got out and started towards the house, my mother must have seen the taxi pull up because she was waiting by the door as I walked up the stairs. There she was, as beautiful as I remembered, standing there in her robe, which I thought a little unusual but I was so happy to see her I didnât dwell on it. As I stepped through the door she grabbed me and gave me a big hug. I could feel her breasts press against my chest and I held her I could tell she wasnât wearing anything under her robe.
Now at this time my mother was in her early forties, she had put on a few pounds, but still had a body I and most men would desire. Her breasts werenât huge but a nice hand full and still firm. Her waist curved nicely down to her hips, which she said where wider than she would like but to me she was a real turn on. I could still remember her curves from when she would hold me close as she slept and how it turned me on, forcing me to stop sleeping with her out of guilt. Guilt that there was something wrong with me because my cock would get hard and I would masturbate thinking about her lovely body.
As she released me from her hug she kissed me on the lips for a long time and then said how glad she was that I was home. The kiss on the lips had been a big surprise, I couldnât remember my mother ever kissing me on the lips, but as she did my cock had started to get hard and I was afraid she might notice. As she ended the kiss she put her arm around my waist and held me close as we walked to the kitchen. I looked over at her could see the tops of her firm breasts as her robe opened as we walked. My cock was getting harder and for a moment my mind flashed to my teenage fantasies. We entered the kitchen and I sat down at table as soon as I could trying to hide my growing cock. I hoped she hadnât noticed, she asked if I was hungry, and I said sure, thinking more about my growing embarrassment than food.
As she moved around the kitchen I was keenly aware of how turned on I was, and how beautiful she looked. Embarrassed that my cock was getting harder watching her, I told her I was going to take a quick shower while she was cooking. She said that was a good idea and told me to take my time. I went to my room, it was just as I had left it, and got undressed. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and got in the shower, the hot water felt so good as it hit my body I started to relax and enjoy the feeling. As I stood there with my eyes closed letting the hot water flow over my body I didnât notice my mother enter the bathroom. She pulled back the shower curtain and said, âI brought you a clean towel,â I was surprised but did nothing to cover myself as I noticed her checking out my cock which was still hard. She just stood there looking at my cock as I felt embarrassed and turned on at the same time. I finally broke the silence and said, âthanksâ and she quickly turned and left. We both had clearly enjoy the short interlude, but as I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my waist my mind was swimming. I walked down the hall to my room and could hear my mother in the kitchen. I quickly put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed for the kitchen. I sat down and tried to act like nothing had happened, although the bulge in my shorts would clearly give me away. She brought over a plate of eggs and potatoes, and as she bent over to set it on the table I could clearly see down the front of her robe. There before me were both of her lovely breasts, I could see all of them including her nipples which seemed to be hard. She sat down in the chair next to me and put her hand on my leg, the sexual tension flowing between us was so intense I thought my cock would bust out of my shorts.