This story is the property of Mom's Bedroom, written by author, Klrxo. It is purely fictional, and all characters in this story are over the age of 18.
Mom's Basic Training
By Klrxo
"So what's the big news?" George asked his son as he sat in the living room next to his wife, who was cradling a newborn in her arms.
"I've made a decision on my future," Ian declared.
"Already?" his mother Brooke asked, nervously waiting to hear her son's future plans.
"Yeah. I've decided that dad's right. The Army makes the most sense for me."
While he could have easily predicted the proud smile that would cross his father's face, Ian didn't expect the look of disappointment in his mom's demeanor.
"I knew you'd come around to the idea," George said. "Nothing will make a man out of you quicker than some military discipline."
Ian nodded in agreement. His father was a career military man, who had risen up the ranks as a Technical Engineer. Over the years, they had moved from base to base, never giving Ian much of a chance to make long-lasting friendships with kids his age. Since he was now 18, it was time for him to follow his own career path. At his father's persistent urging, he decided that the Army may be his best option.
"So, I guess the next step is for me to enlist then," Ian declared, much to the sorrow of his mother. She wanted nothing more than for him to stay close to home, where she could still see him regularly.
"That's a big step," Brooke reminded him. "Maybe we should take a little more time to think this through."
Her husband fed her a questioning glare. "Honey, there is no 'WE.' He's an adult now and he's made his decision. Let him move forward with it. I'll stop by the base recruiter's office today to get him an appointment."
Ian's beautiful brunette mother reacted with the saddest look he'd ever seen. "I suppose...if that's what he really wants," she mumbled, then stood up with the baby. Even under the confines of her snug short-sleeve top and triple-H cup bra, her milk-swollen boobies wobbled heavily, capturing her boy's attention. "I should feed the baby," she informed them as she stepped out of the living room on bare feet.
Ian's father, dressed in his military greens, stepped over and gave his son a proud pat on the back. "I knew you'd make the right decision," he stated, then noticed how his boy was watching his wife's lovely round ass sway as she walked away. "Trust me, you'll need to be a military man to land a beautiful woman like your mother."
If George was right about one thing, it was that Ian desired a girlfriend that resembled his wife in every way. Brooke was a knockout, that never failed to turn the head of every guy on base. The fact that she had the largest tits and roundest ass that Ian had ever seen, was a huge part of her incredible sex appeal. After many years of not being able to have another child, due to George's low sperm count, Brooke was finally able to conceive, with the help of modern science. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl just weeks earlier, but despite all of the attention that a newborn required, the mother still doted over her handsome 18-year-old son. The thought of him being sent off to Basic Training, then stationed far away from home, saddened her tremendously.
"He's just doing it to please George," Brooke told her friend's Heather and Sasha as they sat at the base restaurant having coffee. The group of attractive military moms each held a baby beneath their large milk-engorged breasts as they chatted. Beneath the table, their silky mommy-legs were crossed, sticking out from beneath their skirts. Dainty stiletto-heeled sandals dangled from their sexy painted toes.
"Well, you can't just let him enlist in the Army just because your husband wants him to," Sasha protested.
"I know, but what am I suppose to do?" Brooke asked in frustration. "I've already presented Ian with a million other options. George has him convinced that the only way he's gonna be a 'real man' is by enlisting in the Army."
"That's ridiculous!" Heather giggled. "Wearing a green uniform and doing push-ups all day doesn't make you a real man."
"It's true," Sasha added. "Sadly, everything my husband knows about being a man in the bedroom, he learned from me, not from the Army."
"Then what is it you're suggesting I do?" asked Brooke.
"Well, maybe tell Ian if he wants to learn how to be a man...YOU'LL teach him how."
Brooke considered the idea a moment. "I suppose I could do that. Ian and I are very close. I doubt he'd be weirded out too much by the idea."
"You could always send him my way," Sasha smiled. "I'd be happy to do it for you."
"I'm sure you would," Ian's heavy-titted mother giggled, "but I'm pretty confident I can handle it on my own."
On the way back home, Brooke drove her SUV over to the base park, where her son was usually playing basketball with boys from the area.
After nailing a three-pointer, Ian spotted his mom's car parked nearby, so he rushed over.
"Hey, bunny boo...hop in!" his mom hollered.
Ian rounded the SUV, climbed in the passenger seat and closed the door. "Mom, it would be super-embarrassing if my friends heard you call me that," the boy expressed, with his mom's sweet perfume sweeping into his nostrils.
"Too bad, so sad, bunny boo" Brooke giggled. "I'm sure their moms have cute little pet names for them too."
"Why did you come by? Is everything ok?" Ian asked, glancing back at his newborn sister, sleeping in her baby seat.
"Everything's fine. I just...have something important I wanna talk to you about."
"What is it?"
As his sexy mom took a few seconds to formulate her words, Ian let his eyes wander down over the swell of her mammoth bosom. He also noticed how far her skirt had crept up, allowing him a look at her luscious legs, all the way up to the middle of her thighs.
"Ian, I'm just gonna be frank with you," she remarked. "I think your father has you convinced that you need the Army to be a real man and score a beautiful girl, and it's simply not true."
"Yeah, but look at dad. He has a great career, he's confident, AND he has a beautiful wife, just like I want."
"Oh, well, thank you, honey," Brooke blushed, "but just because your father took that route to get those things, doesn't mean you have to."
He took a moment to consider her words. "I've thought about going to college locally, but honestly I don't see how that would help me learn the things I need to know to be a man," explained Ian.
"You know, some boys learn how to be a man before they even leave home."
"How do they do that?" The teen asked.
"Well, that's where we moms come in," she answered with a sweet smile. "A mom can teach her son to be a man right at home."
"She can?"
"Yep, including all the tricks to getting and keeping a beautiful girl," she explained, then reached over and patted his thigh gingerly. "It's kind of like a mom's basic training for her boy."
Ian's cock began to harden beneath his shorts. "That doesn't sound so bad," he admitted.
"Will you give me a week then?"
"A week?"
"Yes, a week to give you a basic training into manhood. After that, if you're still not convinced that you have what it takes to be a man, you can enlist in the Army...deal?" asked Brooke.
"Deal."
Brooke smiled and turned her hand over on his thigh. "Give me your hand," she said softly.
Ian placed his hand on hers and she brought it over, rested it against her own upper thigh and held it there. "We may not be trained up in the ways of discipline and combat, but that doesn't mean that we moms don't have something to offer. When it comes to building confidence and creating a skilled lover, we have exactly what it takes to train a boy up right."
"I guess I um...never really considered that," Ian gulped.
Brooke bravely guided her boy's hand underneath her skirt, along her smooth inner thigh. "For the sake of helping you, are you willing to travel down roads that you and I have never been down before, Ian?"
The teen's heart was beating so fast he could hardly answer. "I am," he blurted, as his thumb grazed her silky panty-gusset and the puffy cuntal bulge beneath it.
"Thank you, Ian," his mom sighed. "Thanks for giving me a chance to help you, while keeping you a little closer to home."
"He wants to wait two weeks? For what?" George fumed, while speaking to his wife after work.
"So he can make sure he's explored all his other options," answered Brooke.
"The Army IS the best option. I've been telling him that his whole life."
"And you may be right, but, honey, we have to let him make his own decision," George's wife insisted.
"Fine, but a week from today, he better have a clear path to his future mapped out, and if he's smart, it'll be a future that involves serving his country."
"Are you sure this doesn't have more to do with what YOU want, rather than what's best for Ian?" Brooke inquired.
"Why would you think that?"
"I just think sometimes it's common for fathers, especially those in the military, to want their sons to follow in their footsteps," his wife explained. "Not that it's a bad thing...it's just that a boy should travel the path he feel is best for him, and not one that simply pleases someone else."
"Fine, we'll let him choose his own way then, and in five years when he's unemployed, without a girlfriend and still living at home, you'll both see that I was right," George preached.
Brooke knew firsthand that while the military may teach discipline and provide a stable career, it did little in the way of making a man a better lover. Her husband George wasn't bad in the bedroom, but she had certainly had better in her younger years, by guys who had nothing to do with the Army.
George was out of the house early every morning at six a.m. sharp. At six-fifteen, Ian was jarred awake by the sound of a blaring trumpet. His mom stood in his doorway holding her phone, playing "Reveille," the traditional military wake-up song.
"Mom, what the hell?!" he grumbled, looking over at his clock.
"Up and at 'em, bunny boo. It's your first day of training!" she hollered.
"This early?"
"Yes, this early. I need to nurse your sister. When I get back, I want you up, dressed and bed made, understood?"
He gave her a mocking salute. "Got it, ma'am!"
With his eyes now adjusting to the morning sunlight, he took in what his mom was wearing, which was a blue boyfriend-style button up nightshirt. The silky sleep-shirt fell just below her crotch, leaving all her sexy mommy-legs exposed. They gave off a wonderful silky sheen from being freshly shaved. Brooke had the knee of one leg cocked forward, so her dainty bare foot was arched, resting on squatted toes with ruby red toenails. Her enormous milk-engorged melons were pushed out beneath the fabric, so the nubs of her thick protuberant nipples were clearly noticeable. "How about, Sergeant Mom? I like that better than ma'am," she joked.
"Got it, Sergeant Mom!" her son chuckled.
"Oh, and make sure you put on some workout shorts. We're starting the day off with a run," she informed him, then left.
"A run?" Ian asked, with an awful scowl. "I hate running."
"Thanks for watching her. We'll be back in an hour," Brooke said, giving her beastie Heather a quick kiss and handing off her newborn in Heather's front doorway.
"Take your time," said Heather cheerfully, "I love spending time with this cute little baby girl."
Ian was waiting in shorts and sneakers by his mom's SUV.
