Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
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I was drafted in late 1969 at the tender age of 19. I reported for duty in January, 1970. I finished basic training and was sent on to my AIT (Advanced Individual Training). I had been assigned as an artillery mechanic and it took me 4 months to finish the training. When I received my orders, out of a class of 38, two of us were sent to southeast Asia. They gave me 20 days leave then I was put on a plane bound for Vietnam.
When you read the history books most will say the war was winding down by then and the U.S. troops didn't do much fighting. If you find an entry about Lam Song 719 (the South Vietnamese push into Laos), you'll also read that the U.S. didn't have any combat troops engaged in that operations or in Laos. In fact, they didn't, but they did supply many of the helicopter pilots and some of the support troops (like a certain artillery mechanic). That's how I came to be in the middle of some of the fiercest fighting in the war.
I spent two months in the middle of hell. I got promoted regularly, but because I was working for the Vietnamese and not a U.S. unit, I had no metals or ribbons to show for that time in combat. When my tour was over I left for home as an E-5 Sargent.
I had one year left on my enlistment so they assigned me to the First Infantry Division at Fort Riley Kansas. The Army gave me a 30 day leave before I had to report to Riley, but I didn't want to go home. I won't go into a long-involved explanation, but my mother had died, I didn't have any siblings, I never knew any of my uncles, aunts or cousins and my father was a bastard so I had nothing to go home to. Because of that a buddy, Charlie, who left country the same time I did invited me to stay with him during my leave.
I met Charlie at the holding station where we were being processed out of country. He was from the pan handle of Florida and spent three days telling me about the gulf coast beaches and laid-back life style where he lived. After a year in 'nam what he painted with his words sounded idyllic. I finally caved in and agreed to go home with him.
We flew out of Da Nang and landed At LAX on our way home. We were in our class A uniforms so we could fly military standby and when we left the plane it seemed few would meet our gaze. I was nervous but proud. I was just 20 and a Sargent in the Army. I thought I had done great things. I was soon to learn not everyone shared that view. We made our way across the airport to catch our connecting flight to Panama City, Florida.
When we got to Panama City Charlie called a friend of his to pick us up. He hadn't told his family he was coming home because he wanted to make it a surprise. His buddy showed up and we piled into his pickup. Charlie's family owned a farm and it was a good hour ride out to the place.
When we got there Charlie had his buddy drop us off at the gate and we walked the 1/4 mile to the house. When he pounded on the door his 20-year-old younger brother Carl opened it. When he saw Charlie, a huge grin split his face. A moment later he glanced at me and his face fell into a neutral non-committal mask.
"Mom!" Carl called, "We got company!"
From back in the house, I heard a female voice call, "Well invite them in."
"I'm not sure you want them in your house!" Carl called as that huge grin returned to his face.
"Carl Albert Gorshin!" I heard his mother yell, her voice getting clearer and louder as she made her way to the door, "There isn't a person alive who isn't welcome here!"
"You invite them in right...." When she arrived at the door and saw her oldest son her voice stopped and a tear ran down her cheek.
She didn't say another word, but grabbed Charlie in a hug that looked like she was trying to squeeze him in half.
She held onto him for a very long time, then let go, stepped back and said in a voice filled with tears, "Welcome home Charlie."
I stared at Charlie's mom, stunned by her. I was expecting a large matronly woman in her late 40's. Charlie's mom couldn't have been more than in her mid-thirties. I later found out she was only 38. She was dressed in a flannel shirt tucked into jeans that hugged her lower body like a glove. Her hair was cut short and was curly.
After a moment she looked in my direction and asked, "Charlie, who is this you have with you?"
"Mom, this is Sargent Trent Maier a friend I met at the ETS station when we left country. He didn't have anywhere to go on his leave so I invited him home with me. That's alright, isn't it?"
Charlie's mom looked me in the eye and said, "You were in the war too?"
"Yes mam." I replied
"First, don't mam me. Call me Ida. And any young man that's done his duty is welcome in my home." She said as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her body was slim, firm and felt so damned good against me. My nostrils were filled with a faint sweet scent of lilac combined with the cock hardening aroma of a woman.
I hadn't been with a woman for over a year. Being scared to death of VD I hadn't hired any of the girls in country. My last time having sex was with a girl in high school before I left for the Army. When Ida pushed herself against me, when I felt her firm body press tight against mine, my maleness reacted.
I tried to keep it from happening I really did. I tried to pull back a bit so her sexy body wasn't pressed so tightly against me, to keep her from feeling the bulge growing in my pants, to keep from embarrassing myself or her. She would have none of it. She held me tightly, her large breasts pressed to my chest and the rest of her firm body tight against mine.
After what seemed like forever but couldn't have been more than a second or two, she stepped back with a smile and said, "Come in. Let's get you settled. Charlie, your bed in Carl's room is still just like it was. I think the best place for Trent to sleep is in the hired hands room."
She turned to me and said, "Make yourself at home. I'll go out and get your room ready."
"Please don't go to any trouble. I'll be happy to do that."
"Heavens no!" Ida replied, "No guest in my house is going to make their own bed, much less house clean!"
"Charleen! Shondra! Come and meet our guest and get him something to drink."
A moment later two very pretty young girls appeared. Charleen looked to be 17 or 18 (I'd later find out she was 18) and Shondra looked to be about the same age (again I found out later she was 18 and Charleen's fraternal twin).
As fraternal twins the girls didn't look much alike. Charleen was about 5' 6' tall with "D" breasts that were in proportion to her full hips and nice bubble ass. Shondra was tiny at 4'11" tall with small pert "A" cup breasts and a willowy frame to match. Both were very pretty in their own way.
The girls showed me to a seat at the kitchen table and poured me a cup of coffee while Charlie went off to get settled. Carl stood in the kitchen doorway for a while staring at me, then went outside. The girls left and I sat alone drinking the coffee and waiting for Ida to return.
Ten minutes later I heard voices that grew louder and louder until I could make out what was being said. It was Carl's voice I heard first,".... damn it mom! He's a white boy! We can't have no white boy staying here!"
"Carl Albert Gorshin! That boy in there just got back from a war. There is no telling what kind of horrific things he's seen or had to do. He needs a place to stay, to recuperate. He will stay here with us and you will treat him like a human. Do you hear me?"
I could almost feel the anger in her voice as she spoke.
"But mom..." Carl began.
"No buts!" Ida growled, "You will do as I tell you. That is the end of this conversation and I don't want to hear another word about it, do you understand?"
"Yes mom." Carl said, defeat plain in his voice.
A few seconds later Ida came through the door.
"Trent, come with me and I'll show you to your room." She said without a sign of the anger I had heard a moment before.
She led me to a room connected to the barn. It was clean, the floor was rough boards and there were gaps in the board siding that were plugged with wadded newspaper.
"This is the room we usually use for the hired hand but we don't have one at the moment." She said, "It isn't much but I hope you can be comfortable here."
"Ida this is fantastic. I love it." I said with a smile, "But I need to tell you, I overheard part of the conversation you and Carl had. If I'm going to cause problems I'll leave."
Ida's face grew taunt as she said in a tight voice, "You heard us? Damn it! Sometimes my son can be so stupid! He isn't in charge here, I am. I want you to stay. The color of your skin isn't a problem for me."
"You're sure?" I asked, "Because the last thing I want to do is cause a rift in your family. I know how important your family is to each other. Charlie has told me a lot about you all. I envy what you have."
"Oh baby," Ida said as she stepped forward and pulled me to her in a hug, "I am so sorry you don't have a family. You can stay as long as you want."
