This is my first attempt in this genre and I hope you enjoy it. This is a fictional story and all characters are at least eighteen years of age. It's a story of a mom and her son, both frustrated by being abandoned, for different reasons, and how they comforted each other.
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Mom & Me
Feeling Abandoned and Experiencing Depression
It's September first and my dad has been gone for one month. He's a Colonel in the United States Air Force. He's also a well- decorated fighter pilot with many enemy kills to his credit, and he enjoys combat flying.
My birth mother died when I was thirteen years old in a freak vehicle accident, so I spent two years living with my sister JoAnn until my dad fell in love with a very sexy and wonderful woman named Ginny, who is only seven years older than me. She loves my dad but she hates being an Air Force wife and being abandoned when he is deployed on special missions. She had no idea what she married into, but she's kind, loving, and smart. She is also very sexy and she enjoys dressing to draw attention to her well-formed and endowed body. She loves to dance and go out with my dad on Friday and Saturday nights. She's also a flirt and loves the attention she gets from men. She's not shy and I'm sure she causes a lot of men to get hard when she is teasing or dancing with them.
We just moved here at the beginning of the summer and have just recently settled into our home when my dad received order to be deployed to a war zone. It really pissed my mom off and I was worried she might divorce him, I like my mom, she takes good care of me and helps me in many ways, but what I enjoy most are the times she spends talking and listening to me. She's interested in what I think, and encourages me to be the best man possible. At the school I transferred from I was on the golf team and she would walk around the golf course cheering for me.
My mom and I don't know where my dad went specifically, and he's forbidden, by military law, to reveal his location to us. This is his third deployment and my mom is still having difficulty dealing with his absence and his assignment.
Just before my dad left, my nineteen-year old steady girlfriend, who I met the week after we arrived here, dumped me for a stud on our high school varsity football team. You can see why my mom and I were having trouble adjusting to our new life in this town.
We have a large house and it seems empty without my dad. Knowing my dad would be gone for at least eighteen months didn't help either, especially when he wrote later explaining his deployment might be extended if the covert operation wasn't completed satisfactorily by the time he was due to come home.
As a result of this discouraging news, both of us were getting depressed. I was sure my senior year would be a drag without Jennifer.
My mom has always been angry and fearful when my dad is deployed overseas, so she has been depressed almost every day since he's been gone, and although I've missed my dad a lot, I was still trying to deal with the lost of my steady girlfriend, and the sex we enjoyed together for the last couple of months. My mind was consumed with thinking of Jennifer spreading her legs wide apart for her new squeeze to fuck her, and I imagined how much Jennifer was enjoyed having his big hands massaging her breasts and sucking her awesome tits, and, yes, it was driving me crazy!
As a result, I feel empty, angry, and sorry for myself, and I also feel guilty for neglecting my mom's troubled soul and not doing what my dad asked me to do when he instructed me to take care of all my mother's basic needs. I knew my mom was depressed, but I hadn't really noticed that I was becoming depressed too.
My mom is usually a very happy energetic social being. I had recently noticed she wasn't doing anything with her new girlfriends she met this summer. I did notice she was sleeping longer in the mornings and having difficulty getting up to make breakfast before I had to leave for school. She would emerge from her bedroom wearing her see-through nightgown, apologizing to me for not getting up in time to make me a good breakfast. Seeing her sad face I would hug her and tell her I didn't mind getting myself some cereal in the morning. I told her I didn't really feel like eating much since dad left. She would hug me back and say, "But Billy, you need a good breakfast to be able to concentrate on your studies.
I began to notice my mother's gorgeous body more and focusing in on her perky tits, which were very visible through that thin transparent material. The top of the gown had a large loose fit around her pretty neck and when she leaned forward to pick something off the chair or floor I could see her beautifully shaped breasts. When this happened I could feel my penis move or twitch.
I knew I needed to get my act together so I could help my mom with her depression and anger. Before my dad left he told me, "Billy you are nineteen years old; therefore, you are now the man of the house, and it's now your responsibility to care for your mother's needs, wishes, and happiness while I'm away. Do whatever you can to make her feel loved and cared for."
I now realized I wasn't doing my job as the man of the house, and I needed to start taking care of my mom, and putting my problems with Jennifer on the back burner. I knew she was getting increasingly more depressed and needed my help, and as my dad told me, it was my duty to help her. It was my responsibility to step up to the plate and be the man of the house and do for my mom what needed to be done to make her feel loved, cheerful and happy. She needed me and I intended to take care of all her needs and make her feel loved and secure.
