The doorbell chimed and I knew who it was. I raced to the door and threw it open.
"Oh, my sweet baby, you're home!"
I wrapped my arms around him and held him fiercely. I saw my boy in civilian clothes for the first time in four years. He had been discharged from the Corps two days ago and was home. For good. His arms folded around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. Tears started leaking.
"I'm afraid I've stained your shirt."
"That's ok," he said. "I'm so glad to be home."
He kissed me on the top of my head.
I looked up at him and said, "Let's go in; we can't stand here forever."
I released him. He grabbed his duffle and came inside.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur. He went upstairs to his old room and stored his belongings. When he came down, we sat at the kitchen table. I reached across and held his hand while we talked. We talked of the small things: old girlfriends, repairs on the house, parents of his friends who had divorced, funny stories from boot camp, and his plans for the next few weeks.
The one thing we did not talk about was his tour in Afghanistan. His crooked smile was the same, but his eyes were different, troubled.
After our conversation wound down, it was time for dinner. I had prepared his favorite: eye-round, caesar salad, asparagus, and home-made rolls. After dinner, we watched tv. He had some beer; I drank some wine. At 11pm, I sighed and said I was going to bed.
I stood up and kissed him on the top of his head.
"It is so good to have you home."
I went up to my room, showered, put on my nightgown, and went to sleep.
I was driven from my sleep by a sharp sound. My eyes jerked open and I was instantly awake. I lay perfectly still and listened. There were thrashing sounds and moans coming from my boy's room. I got out of bed, went to his door, and listened.
There was no doubt he was having a nightmare, and little doubt it was about his tour. I quietly opened the door and stepped to the side of his bed. I looked down. He was making short, jerky movements. He was moaning, mumbling, and making sharp noises. I couldn't stand it. I drew up the covers and slipped into his bed.
I slid my right arm under his head and used my free arm to pull him to me.
"Shhh, shhh...It's ok...you're safe...It's ok...you're with me."
We were both on our sides, facing each other. His head was nestled in my chest and I was rubbing his back. His breathing calmed. His arm was on my waist.
As we nestled together, I felt his breath on the top of my breasts. His arm pulled me closer into him. He nuzzled his head deeper into my breasts and began to kiss them lightly. He ended each kiss with a small lick.
I pulled the strap of my nightgown down. Cupping my breast in my hand, I fed my nipple to him. His lips went around it and his tongue tickled the tip; He pulled in the entire nipple and began to suckle.
My breathing deepened as I felt his mouth stiffen my nipple. I could feel his erection against my thigh. His hips were making small thrusting movements as he rubbed his penis against my skin.
"Shhh...it's ok...just give me a second."
I sat up and removed my nightgown. Now we were both naked. I lay back down, this time on my back. I brought his head to the unattended breast. He began to suck while he pinched and twirled my free nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Then his hand left my nipple and began to stroke the skin of my belly, gradually moving down, down, down. As he was doing this, I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his penis. He groaned.
His lips left my nipple and found my mouth. He kissed my lower lip and gently nipped it. He brought his lips up for a full kiss and slipped the tip of his tongue into my mouth. I met it with my own. My hand continued to stroke his penis and I felt a slickness at the tip. I smeared it over the head. He moaned into my mouth.
His hand had rubbed its way down to my pussy. His middle finger made small circles in the dimple just above my clitoris. He then slid his finger further down and parted my lips. He curled his finger up slowly and found the wetness there. He pulled his finger up and began to softly circle my clitoris. My hips jerked and I whimpered.
He brought is head back down to my nipple and, once again, he sucked it into his mouth. I caressed the back of his head. His finger and my hips found a rhythm. Occasionally, he would slide his entire finger into my pussy and make a 'come here' motion. Then he would resume his circles. My hips were humping up and down of their own accord.
The rocking of my hips became more frantic. I pushed my clitoris into his hand. He abandoned the circling and began sliding long strokes, up and down, on the side of my clit. I felt a deep pressure and upwelling building in me. My breath became ragged and I squeezed him tight to me. My clit began to spasm and the dam burst.
