Mother Son love story

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Startled, she composed herself and finished her thoughts.

“Anyway, men aren’t attracted to women like me. I have small hips. I’m barely past a training bra. I look like a 10-year-old boy wearing a wig. You love me Tommy, that’s more than enough for me. You are the only man in my life. I know you love me and will never hurt me. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“Mom you are beautiful. You are so cute and feminine. When we’re out together men can’t keep their eyes off you. Any man would fall in love with you at first sight… I did a long time ago.”

Mom gracefully approached me. Warmly she gave me a most beautiful hug. On tiptoes she reached for my face, pulling it to her and caressing it with both hands she kissed me on my lips. It was unlike any kiss we’d shared before – even the after-prom kiss – or one that I had even dreamt possible. Moving her hands from my face, she embraced me again. Her pert breasts were warmly pressed against me. It was the most sensuous feeling this hopelessly socially-inept virgin ever experienced. We were in no hurry to end the embrace.

Looking me in the eyes Mom said “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

One last tender kiss on my lips, with a sigh she went to her room. I stood there, dizzy with emotion.

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The night before leaving for basic training was bittersweet. We again spent the evening on the couch. After a few hours, Mom excused herself, went to her room, and returned adorned in her white satin robe. When she reached over to pass our photo album to me, her partially opened robe revealed her beautiful cyan bra underneath. My heart rate doubled; was it a coincidence she wore it? We cuddled, hugged and kissed, and I began rubbing my hands up and down her back. She melted into me. After a few minutes of this, she made a low moaning sound, got all flustered and went into the kitchen. She returned few minutes later.

Near midnight she said “We’d better go to bed. You need your sleep for your big day. Will you tuck me in and kiss me goodnight?”

She smiled and went to her room. I nervously waited a few minutes, and when I got to her room her robe was neatly folded on her dresser and she was under the covers.

“Please Tommy, one last kiss and a hug.”

Lying down beside her, on top of the covers, we were face to face. I tenderly kissed her lips. My right arm over her, we savored the moment. I wanted this to last forever.

The sun was rising when the alarm went off. Mom was under her covers with my arm still draped over her. Technically speaking, I had spent my first night in bed with a woman. Better yet: it was with Mom!

Feeling much closer to becoming a man than the day before, I reported for basic combat training.

Chapter 3.

After my return from basic training there were changes in Mom’s interactions with me; it wasn’t so much physical, as emotional. Perhaps understandably she was seeing me more as an adult. We worked together to develop a career plan for the next few years while I fulfilled my Guard commitments. Confident an academic calendar could be worked around a weekend warrior’s schedule, with Mom’s steadfast encouragement, in September I started classes at the local community college. They would not be completed.

The Army National Guard’s ‘One weekend a month, two weeks a year’ is a slogan, not a guarantee. The Commander-in-Chief’s ‘Mission Accomplished’ wasn’t. My battalion was mobilized in November and we were sent for additional training. Returning back in time to celebrate Christmas with Mom, we had ten days together before my unit was to be deployed to Iraq.

The night before my deployment was painfully poignant. Mom was barely able to come to grips with what was happening. She was desperately trying, and not fully succeeding, to be brave. Two weeks a year away was bad enough for her- she most certainly hadn’t signed up for me being sent to a combat zone for a year-plus tour of duty. Watching the nightly news she did not share her son’s teenage-testosterone-driven opinion that he was invincible and bullet-proof. We’d never been apart except for my recent training and now her son was being sent overseas to an increasingly hostile and dangerous place.

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