SCENT OF A MOMMY

I was finally on my way home from my third and final deployment to Afghanistan when I got the news that my father had passed away. I had waited until we landed in Germany, and I had my flight information, before I contacted my mom via Skype to let her know when to expect me.

"Did you get my latest letter?" she asked.

I grinned and held up the packet of mail I had just received the day before. "They just gave me all my mail from the past four months," I replied. "I haven't had a chance to read any of it yet."

Her face dropped, and I could see her gulp. I was immediately alarmed. "Why?" I asked. "What happened?"

"Your father died last month," she said softly. "The funeral was two days later, on the fifth."

I collapsed back into the chair at the communications center. My dad was in his early fifties. I had planned to contact him or his new wife next. I was pretty sure how he had died, but I asked anyway out of reflex. Dad had been a long-haul trucker as long as I could remember. The prolonged absences were a fact of life for me and my sister growing up. Eventually, my parents got divorced. They had waited until Theresa graduated high school before splitting up, and by then I was in the service and overseas.

"His truck jackknifed and got nailed by two other semis," Mom said sadly, shaking her head. "The doctors said he was killed instantly, when the spare fuel tank exploded."

Dad had been in a couple of bad accidents before, but he had come out unscathed. I was exhausted and was really struggling to process it. My mother's face teared up on the screen.

"I'm so sorry, Paul," she said, "I could have waited to tell you..."

I waved at the screen. "It's okay, Mom, really," I said. "I was going to call Dad or Barbara as soon as I finished talking to you. I'm glad you were the one to tell me. I just haven't slept much in the past week, so I'm a little slow right now."

I was a little surprised that no one had notified me while we were still out in the field, but we had been in the middle of nowhere. I was still adjusting to being back in the civilized world. Much of what my unit did was highly classified, and we were always on high alert. I wasn't used to talking, and realized with a start that my mother had continued talking to me. I had missed most of it. I shook my head in annoyance.

"Sorry, Mom," I said softly, "I lost track of that. What were you saying about Theresa?"

She smiled sadly out of the screen. This was not the first time she had seen me this out of sorts following a deployment. "It can wait until you get home," she said. "Try to get some sleep."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "I love you, Mom. I can't wait to see you."

"I love you too," she said. "Be safe, son."

"I will."

I decided to wait until I was home to call Barbara—my dad's new wife of three years, and now his widow. There was no sense of urgency with Dad gone, and I was too exhausted to deal with what would no doubt be an emotional exchange. I managed to get some sleep before my MAC flight to the states. The cargo plane was uncomfortable, but we all zonked out anyway. By the time we arrived at Fort Bragg, the guys in my unit were at least somewhat rested.

It took two days to complete the paperwork ending my enlistment. As usual, there was the mandatory day spent in an Army hospital, with a dozen blood samples taken and another handful of shots. I had been through it enough that I barely paid attention anymore. I was given a clean bill of health, a separation check, and an official-looking certificate suitable for framing saying that I was honorably discharged.

It felt strange to put on my civilian clothes to board the flight home. After four months in the hinterlands of Afghanistan, my nose practically twitched whenever a woman came within range. Even faint feminine smells like shampoo, deodorant, and light perfume hit me like a hammer. I had to fight for control so that I wouldn't be sporting a boner like some adolescent school kid.

Once again, I fell asleep on an airplane. I was awakened by a stewardess gently shaking my shoulder. My eyes shot open at the unfamiliar contact, and my nostrils flared at the marvelous smell of this woman leaning over me. It took me only a second to realize where I was, and I softly thanked her for waking me. I retrieved my travel bag from beneath the seat in front of me, and held it in front of me as I walked off of the plane. By the time I reached baggage claim, I had regained control over the erection that I had been concealing behind that little backpack.

My mother caught me by surprise when she wrapped her arms around me from behind and to my left. I felt guilty, savoring the feel of her soft breasts pressed against my back and side. Her familiar shampoo and faint perfume stirred a deep emotional response in me. A tear formed in the corner of my eye when that smell confirmed that I was home.

I turned and hugged my mother tightly. She shook in my arms, unashamed as she cried in her son's embrace in that airport. A lump formed in my throat, and I rocked her gently from side to side as I held her there. I could not help but take notice of the people around us. Most of them saw my military haircut and nodded in understanding. One woman, though, had a very strange look on her face. It took me a while to figure out that she was turned on watching us embrace like that.

My duffel bags eventually made their way down the carousel and I collected them. I slung the backpack onto my shoulder and carried the large green bags as I followed my mother out to her car. It was a warm early summer evening. There was something familiar about the smells carried on the breeze, and the welcome humidity that reinforced that feeling of being home. I had to smile when I realized what I was feeling.

At eighteen, I could not get out of this town fast enough. After six years of playing the hero in the Army, I could scarcely believe I had survived to get back to this place. Once again a lump formed in my throat as I recalled some real heroes—good friends that had given up their lives in the service of our country. I knew that it wasn't healthy for me to dwell on it, but I gave my departed brothers a silent thank-you anyway.

The drive from the airport to the house reminded me just how long I had been gone. There were several new housing developments in what used to be farmland and open prairie. The airport used to be several miles from anything, but now there were restaurants and other businesses all along the highway. I shook my head and smiled as I looked at them.

"What are you thinking?" Mom asked from the driver's seat.

"Oh, I was just looking at all these new houses and restaurants and thinking how long I've been gone," I replied. I turned and looked at my mother, still smiling. "You look exactly the way I remember, though," I said.

It wasn't a lie. Mom still looked like the hot housewife that all my junior high buddies had fantasized about. She had been a few years younger than my dad, but she had always been attractive. She had also been attentive and caring when Dad had been gone for weeks at a time. She beamed at me, taking my statement as a compliment. That magnificent smile just melted me, the way it always had.

"It's so good to have you back, Paul," she said. She reached over and softly squeezed my knee. It was a fleeting touch, but I was embarrassed at my reaction to it.

Damn, dude, I thought to myself, you really need to get laid, and soon. You are getting way too turned on by your own mom.

When we pulled up at the house, it seemed smaller than I remembered. I snorted at the thought; I had been home on leave last Christmas, and again for two weeks before we had deployed. Compared to the little mountain shacks that constituted most of those remote Afghan villages, this house was a veritable mansion. Still, I had spent my life growing up in this house and it had always seemed larger in my mind than it was in real life anymore.

I grabbed my duffel bags out of the back seat and turned to follow my mom to the front door. Her ample bottom looked really good in the snug leggings she wore. When I realized that I could not see a panty line—and that I was staring hard at my mother's ass looking for a panty line—I snapped my eyes back up to her hair.

Mom has slightly curly dishwater-blonde hair. She always has that natural, slightly-mussed look that I have seen other women work for hours to attain. My mom just had it. She would get out of the shower and run a brush through her hair briefly, and then she had that look. She turned and smiled at me, then bent slightly in front of me to unlock the door.

I could not help it. My eyes wandered down to her ass again. There was not much light on her backside, but I was pretty sure on that second inspection that she was not wearing anything under the dark leggings. I caught a faint but unmistakable whiff of that distinctly feminine smell that had eluded me for months. My knees felt weak for a moment, and I carefully blew out a long breath.

I had really missed the smell of pussy. It was a shame that the first one I got a whiff of here was my mom's. By the time I got my bags stowed in the guest bedroom, I realized I had been salivating. The other three senior NCOs in my unit were all married. I had to imagine they had their faces buried in pussy by now. Well, except for Kyle. He had always protested that he couldn't stand the idea of licking a woman's juicy sex. He was probably balls-deep in his wife before I even got on my plane.

I shook my head and snorted to clear those thoughts from my head.

"What's wrong?" my mother asked from the doorway.

I turned and gave her a grin. I couldn't very well tell her that the smell of her pussy had me aroused and thinking about sex, but I did my best to tell her the truth.

"I was just thinking about something one of my buddies said before we left Bragg," I said. "It was pretty crude. Let's just say his wife probably has her hands full dealing with him right now."

That was probably not the best choice of words. I could see from my mother's expression and the way that she blushed that she could visualize a woman with her hands full of a man's eager boner. I don't know why, but I felt the need to make it worse.

"Well, maybe not her hands, exactly..." I said.

"Paul!" she gasped, "that's enough." Her blush deepened. Clearly her head was as full of sexual imagery as mine had been.

"Sorry," I said softly. I realized that I was probably not the only one who had been without sex for a while. As far as I knew, Mom hadn't been dating recently.

I sorted through my bags and put my civilian clothes into the dresser or hung them in the closet. That left a full bag of uniforms that I plopped onto the floor of the closet. It was warm, so I selected shorts and a shirt. I took a long, hot shower that helped to clear my mind and calm my arousal. As I got dressed, I couldn't help but look around the guest room once again. When we had been younger, this had been Theresa's room.

After I had left, my old room got turned into a home office, and my dad moved a weight bench in there as well. Theresa's bedroom got a lighter makeover after she went away to college, and now served as the guest room when either of us visited. I think my Aunt Tammy—Mom's sister—had stayed in this room a couple of times.

Back when we were kids, though, I remember my sister calling me into her room to hold her after a bad dream, or when a fierce thunderstorm had her shaking. Even then, I had been strong for her when she needed me to be.

I finished getting dressed and emerged feeling refreshed. Mom had apparently taken the opportunity to shower at the same time. Her hair was still damp, and she was dressed in a sexy little outfit that made me gulp. I had never seen her so scantily clad in my life. She wore a very thin gown that only came to mid-thigh. That wispy garment made it obvious that she wore skimpy bikini panties and no bra.

"I thought we might go out for dinner," I said, looking her over, "but I guess we're staying in."

"Sorry," she said with a shrug. "I didn't really want to go out again, and I was looking forward to having you home to share dinner with me. I can change if you really want to go out."

I could tell she didn't really want to do that. As I thought about it, I realized that I really didn't feel the need to go out either. I gave her another smile.

"Staying in for dinner with you sounds perfect," I said. I tried not to think about it as her nipples hardened visibly.

Over the course of the evening, though, they were impossible to ignore. My mother does not have huge breasts, but they are just perfect and they were practically on display beneath that gown. My dick did not care that it was my mother. I had a rampant erection the entire time I was around her until it was time to turn in. Oh, we had some nice conversations over dinner and afterward over a bottle of wine. I just couldn't tell you what we discussed when I slid into bed that night.

Well, there were two things that I did recall. One was that Theresa and her boyfriend were thinking about getting engaged. That wasn't really surprising; they had been living together for over a year. The other was that Mom had called Barbara to let her know that we would probably come to visit and pay our respects to Dad. I seized on that to distract my thoughts as I lay in bed.

I thought about memories of my father through the years. He was a big, rugged guy my whole life. I smiled when I thought about him stepping out of his rig with a massive grin splitting that gnarly beard of his. Theresa and I would shriek and try to get away before he kissed us on our cheeks with that scratchy beard. He always caught us, though. Dad was really fun when he was around. He had a gift for telling stories and making us feel like we had been there.

I felt a chill when it hit me that he was gone. I let it wash over me then, as I lay in that bed, and let the emotion work its way out of my body. I wept, and my body was wracked by sobs as I recalled all those moments with my father over the years. I had looked forward to another visit with him and Barbara. Hell, I had expected to have many such visits over the years now that I was back in the world. It felt like something precious had been taken away from me that I was only beginning to appreciate.

A soft knock at the door snapped me out of the moment.

"Come in," I managed hoarsely.

"Are you okay?" my mother's soft voice came through the door. I was a little embarrassed to realize that she heard me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

She pushed the bedroom door open. The light streaming in from the hallway backlit her body, and it was just a little too revealing the way that it cut right through her gown. It was as if she was only wearing those skimpy panties as she stood in the doorway. Her face was hidden in shadow, but her hair was lit like a halo and the curves of her body had my cock throbbing beneath the sheet.

She sashayed over to the bed and leaned over to plant a kiss on my forehead. I swear one of her hard nipples actually brushed my shoulder when she did that. I could scarcely breathe, but when I did my senses were assaulted by the scent of her no doubt juicy pussy.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I miss him too. I'm just glad I have you back now, Paul."

I scooted over, and she slid into the bed with me. I still wore my shorts, but I am sure she felt my erection when she cuddled up against me in the bed. Despite my horny state, the familiar smell of my mother's shampoo and her faint perfume once again lulled me into that feeling of security. I fell asleep with her in my arms within minutes.

She was gone when I woke up the next morning. I had to get up to relieve my bladder, and then I went right back to bed. I slept for another couple of hours before I once again woke up. This time, I knew that I had been having a very erotic, explicit dream. My erection demanded attention, and I pushed the sheet out of the way, pushed my shorts down my legs and began to stroke it. It only took a couple of minutes before I was at the point of no return.

I heard my mother gasp from the hallway, and whipped my head to look over at the open doorway as my cock erupted. I shot several ropes of cum up onto my chest and belly. My mother's eyes were locked onto my dick as it spewed its load. She looked incredible as she stood there, panting in obvious arousal. I finally managed to shield my spent cock from her gaze and then her eyes met mine.

"Sorry, Mom," I panted, "I should have closed the door."

She just shook her head, which of course made her hard nipples shimmy from side to side in that translucent gown. "It's okay," she said, swallowing before she went on, "I should have just...It's okay. Don't worry about it."

She didn't even bother to close the door as she walked unsteadily away down the hall. I snagged my discarded t-shirt from the previous day and wiped off my torso, cursing myself silently for being so careless. I stopped and held still for a moment when I heard her voice faintly float in from down the hall. I started to stand, and then realized she was moaning.

My mother was getting herself off, and I could only imagine she was picturing my erupting cock as she did it. I felt awfully dirty, but it turned me on. I shook my head once again. I needed to be much more careful around my mother. It wasn't fair for me to tease her, and it wasn't helping me either. Here I had just had a massive orgasm, and I was already rock hard once again. Worse, I was thinking about my mother and getting this hard. That just would not do.

We had a late brunch after we both had a chance to calm down. Neither of us mentioned what had happened earlier. I was content to act as if it had never happened, and it appeared she felt the same way. I tried to remember my table manners while eating. It wasn't something that we had time to worry about when I had been in Afghanistan. We all tended to wolf down our meals quickly, and spent more time carefully disposing of the packaging and cleaning up our campsite than we did eating.

We were supposed to be ghosts, and ghosts don't leave wrappers and stuff behind.

Now, I was focused on being a civilized man again. I carefully kept my elbows off the table and cut my food into small bites, but it took a fair amount of my attention to do it consistently. This was not the first time I had come back from overseas and had to work not to be a savage, and Mom smiled as she watched me. After swallowing a bite, I smiled back. That earned me another delectable whiff of her and I was hard instantly.

"I need to work on my car today," I said, grasping for a distraction. "Have you taken a look at it since I left?"

I had bought a beat-up old Ford roadster four years earlier and had restored it whenever I had time over the following two years. I had gotten it running and had done the body work myself. I had learned a great deal in the process. Initially, I tried to do the interior on my own. That had gone really badly, and eventually I paid to have professionals do the job. It was a really nice-looking classic car now. Due to its age and the original engine, though, it did require a lot of maintenance.

"I took it in for an oil change and tune-up like you asked me to," she replied. "That was three months ago, I think."

After we cleaned up from brunch, I headed around to the side of the house and opened the shed doors. I had bought the storage shed after that first deployment, when some kids had vandalized the car. I kept it locked up whenever I was gone ever since. The car took a bit to warm up, but then it purred when I drove it around the block.

I lovingly cleaned off the dust and gave it a thorough wipe-down. The car gleamed in the sun. This feeling was the reason I had bought it in the first place. It wasn't just that I had a good-looking vehicle; I had worked hard to get it like this. Every time I saw it looking spectacular in the driveway, I felt that same sense of pride and accomplishment.

"I don't know which of you looks better—you or that car," my mother joked from behind me.

I grinned as I turned to see her smiling face. She was dressed much more appropriately, in shorts and a blouse. Her legs looked terribly sexy in those short shorts.

"Gee, thanks, Mom," I said. My slightly sarcastic tone just made her chuckle.

She walked up and ran her painted nails over my shoulder and triceps muscle where they were exposed by my short-sleeved shirt. That look on her face told me what she could not say out loud. She wasn't just telling me I looked good because I was her son.

"Are you going to take me for a ride?" she purred suggestively. Despite the warmth, I shivered.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

I put the top down, and we drove to a strip mall three miles from the house. My mother didn't say anything as I pulled into the parking lot in front of the AutoZone. She knew I was not there for parts. I was looking for Denise.

Denise and I had hooked up a few times over the years when I was home on leave. We had gone to high school together, but had never dated back then. She had worked at this parts store, and had been very helpful when I started working on my car. I had thoroughly enjoyed her tasty pussy before I had left for my last deployment, and hoped to do so again. My face lit up when I saw her familiar face behind the counter.

It froze when I saw the gleaming wedding band on her finger. Only because I knew her body so intimately could I discern the faint bulge of her belly. Denise was clearly off the market. Still, her face lit up when she saw me standing there.

"Oh, Paul!" she said, loudly enough that the other four customers in the store turned to look at me, "It's so good to see you back safe!"

She came around the counter and gave me a big hug. The wonderful aromas coming off of this woman had me so aroused that I had to hold my hips back to avoid poking her belly with my erection. She mistook it for care about the baby in her belly and blushed.

"You can tell?" she whispered. I nodded back softly.

"You look amazing, Denise," I said. She just blushed a bit more. The look of hunger on my face was obvious to her, and she was clearly remembering our last visit.

"I'm glad you got my letter," she said softly. "I knew there was no way you could make it home for our wedding, but it was a really thoughtful gift. Troy made me promise to tell you he said thanks when I heard from you again."

I managed to smile and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "You guys deserve it," I said, "I wasn't sure you'd even be here, but I had to stop by anyway just to check. Tell Troy he's a lucky, lucky man."

"Oh, he knows," she said with a sly smile.

No doubt he knows, that lucky bastard. Now I just have to get the fuck out of here before everybody sees me sporting a hard-on for this married, pregnant lady.

"Well, it was great to see you again, Denise," I said, giving her hand a squeeze. "You guys take care. I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

Back at the car, my mother burst into laughter. I just shook my head ruefully.

"You could have warned me," I grumbled.

"Sorry, baby," she snickered. "If it makes you feel any better, I thought you handled that well."

I started the car, growling, "I have to go read all of that mail before I make a jackass of myself. By the way, what did I get them for a wedding present?"

"You got them a vacation package for their honeymoon," Mom replied. "Three days in a resort in Cancun. I understand it was lovely."

"That was thoughtful of me," I said, "How much did that set me back?"

"Between us, it was only twelve hundred bucks. I paid half, and took the other half out of your account here. They have no idea what a deal I got on that, though. They probably think you dropped a few grand on their honeymoon."

"Thanks for that," I murmured. I was genuinely impressed. Troy and I had been friends, although we had drifted apart over the years. I was disappointed not to have access to sweet Denise, but I was happy for the two of them.

Now, one of the things about all of my military adventures that I have to mention here is that my peripheral vision is finely honed. I catch all sorts of tiny details out of the corner of my eye that most people would never even notice. I only bring it up because I was painfully aware that my mother was staring at my erection while I drove us home. Not only that, but her mouth was open and her breathing was labored. She was turned on looking at my hard dick, and that did not help my condition one bit.

We carefully avoided eye contact as we got out of the car and went inside the house. I retreated to my bed and got out the packet of mail, making my way through the letters from first to last. Denise was not the only girl off the market. I also got a letter from Nicole, a girl I had dated a few years back. She had moved away to continue her college career, and she had met and married a guy there. I had not seen her in quite some time, so it didn't have the same emotional impact as Denise's wedding.

I had four letters from my sister. I dutifully read them, but there was nothing that interesting in the first three. The fourth one got my attention, though. Theresa gave a little too much explicit detail about the recent escapades she and her boyfriend had enjoyed. I was relieved I had not gotten that letter in the field. My sister and I had never shared that sort of experience before, so it made me wonder what had changed. It wasn't like she and Mike were doing anything all that kinky, so it left me a bit perplexed. And awfully horny, of course.

That feeling was mercifully brief—the next letter was from my mother, letting me know that Dad had died. It included a newspaper clipping covering the accident. There was a horrifying picture of his flaming rig on its side. That poor bastard had never stood a chance. I shook my head and swallowed repeatedly around the lump in my throat as I read all the details.

The next letter was from Denise. It included a lovely wedding invitation, but it also had a hand-written and heartfelt note from her. Unlike that bawdy letter from my sister, there was nothing even suggestive in this brief missive. Still, it did nothing to make that lump in my throat go away. I carefully folded the note and put it back into the envelope.

The next letter was from Barbara. It contained a clipping from a different newspaper covering my dad's fatal accident, and two handwritten pages from Barbara. I was shaken by the time I finished. I had never known her that well, but this woman had opened up to me in a way I never expected. Her heartbreak and vulnerability were just gushing from her letter.

I stood up and paced in that room as I finished the last page. I had felt no rush to visit Barbara, but this letter changed all of that instantly. It was clear from this six-week-old letter that this was a heartbroken woman feeling completely alone in the world. I rushed from the room to find my mother.

"Mom!" I called out.

"I'm in here," she replied from her bedroom. "What is it?" she asked when she saw my face.

"You have to read this," I said. "It's from Barbara. We need to go see her right away."

Now, my mother and Barbara had been civil since my parents' divorce and Dad's marriage to Barbara. That wedding had been over a year after the divorce, so we didn't think he had been cheating on my mother with this other woman. Still, my mother looked apprehensive about reading a letter that had clearly not been written to her. That look faded from her face after only a couple of paragraphs. She was crying by the time she finished reading it.

"You're right," she sobbed, wiping the tears from her face. "We have to go see her right away. Do you want me to call her, or do you want to do it?"

* * *

I made the call, but Mom made all the other arrangements. It was a very long drive, but Mom thought the road trip would be more enjoyable. It would give us time together and actually got us to south Florida a few hours sooner than we would have gotten there by plane—the next available flight was not until late the following afternoon. We would be stopping overnight at a hotel on the way. She had reward points earned up that let us stay at any of a large number of associated hotels.

"We can drive until we feel like stopping," she said. "There are hotels at all of these towns from Atlanta all the way down to Orlando that we can use." She had them highlighted on a map on her phone. Whenever we felt like stopping, she could just call the next hotel along our route and get a room. Again, I was impressed with her cleverness.

She also got a rental car for the trip. Once again, it was using reward points so it cost very little.

"Well, we sure can't take your roadster on such a long trip," she explained. "We could take my car, but if we have any sort of problems, we could be stuck at a mechanic's for days. With a rental, if we have any problems we can just stop at one of their rental outlets and swap cars."

"You're so smart," I breathed. "I never would have thought of that."

Two hours later, we were in the rental car and on the road. It was just after noon when we pulled out of town. By two o'clock, however, I knew I was really in trouble.

The rental car was one of those extremely fuel efficient little hatchbacks, a Ford Fiesta. Now, there was plenty of leg room for the two of us in the front of that car, but there was very little room behind us. That space was filled with our bags full of changes of clothes, and a cooler with drinks and some snacks for the road. The result was that there was only a little bit of air in that car and it was quickly filled with the scent of my mother's pussy.

I don't want to make it sound like my mom had a funky pussy or anything like that—that was certainly not the case. It was just that my nose was so fiercely sensitive to that arousing aroma that her sweet smell was driving me to distraction. I was behind the wheel, taking that first shift of driving, and we were on open highway with very little traffic. Mom was wearing comfortable, loose-fitting shorts. I had switched to softer cotton shorts for the drive, but those seemed like a poor choice now.

They did nothing to hide my erection, particularly once my hard dick had escaped the front opening of my boxers. Out of the corner of my eye, Mom was clearly captivated by the sight of my throbbing boner, and it only made her arousal stronger to my nose. I felt almost drunk as my nose drank in her rich aroma.

God, I'll bet her pussy tastes delicious.

That thought forced me to shake my head in an attempt to clear it. My hand shakily reached over to roll down my window. Sound blasted into the car from the open window, accompanied by the unmistakable stench of diesel fumes. My mother wrinkled her nose at that smell and she finally looked up from my lap to my face.

"Paul, are you okay?" she asked.

"I just had to clear my head," I replied lamely. My erection was not going away, despite the distracting noise and the blast of hot air onto my face and neck. I glanced down at the clock built into the dashboard and I could not suppress my groan. We had barely been on the road two hours. There was no way I was going to make it another two—to our planned lunch stop—without coming in my pants.

"Is it...is it me?" my mother asked softly. She squeezed her thighs together, and I knew that she understood my problem.

"I'm afraid so," I replied. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't help it."

"Your dad used to have the same reaction, back when we used to make road trips together." Her voice was hard to make out over the noise and wind, so I rolled the window back up. The smell of her wet pussy was less obvious now, but she was licking her lips as she looked at my lap. "I used to take care of that for him," she continued in that same distant voice.

I could not help but look over at her. Was she really saying she had given my dad blowjobs while he drove? Was she suggesting she would do that for me? I shook my head and grinned at the thought as my eyes returned to the road. Of course she wasn't. That was just too outrageous. Still, I was hard as a brick just thinking about it. Like most guys, I had always entertained the fantasy of having a gorgeous woman sucking my dick while I drove.

I reached down to try to tuck my dick back inside my boxers, but it was stubbornly uncooperative. I didn't want to take my eyes off of the road, and couldn't really shift my right leg while it was on the accelerator.

"You should set the cruise control," she suggested.

"Of course," I replied. "Why didn't I think of that?" I set the cruise control and pulled my foot off the gas, finally able to spread my legs a bit.

"Keep both hands on the wheel!" my mother said, her voice suddenly commanding.

That had me confused until she released her seatbelt and leaned over into my lap. Her nails lightly scratched the inside of my thigh as she pulled the leg of my shorts up and out of her way. The mounting smell of her arousal once again assaulted my nose, and my cock was impossibly hard when her fingers closed around the base of the shaft.

We both groaned out loud when her moist lips came in contact with the bloated head. She lightly stroked the base of my cock while feeding the tip into her mouth. Her tongue eagerly invaded my piss-slit, coaxing out pre-cum and lapping it up. She applied suction with her lips, and kept nursing more and more of my cock-juice from my sensitive shaft. The sounds coming from her throat were every bit as arousing as the scent of her damp pussy. She was moaning and sighing around the head of my cock as she took it deeper into her sucking mouth.

I never thought to protest or to try to stop her. Yes, it was my mother, but at that moment I was only aware of the marvelous feeling of a hungry mouth attached to the end of my dick, and the overpowering scent of a horny pussy. Like I said, I felt almost drunk. All of my attention that was not tied up in the sensations of glorious touch and smell was devoted to staying in my lane on the road.

That became more difficult as she began bobbing her head up and down in my lap. Her mouth was making loud slurping noises to accompany her moans. It was a symphony of sucking sounds, overpowering smell, and the wet sensation of my cock in the most amazing mouth I had ever experienced. I could not help but add my own contribution to that chorus.

"Oh, God," I groaned, "that feels amazing! Oh! Yes. Yes!"

She pulled her mouth off of me with a long, loud slurp. "I'm glad you like it, baby," she purred up at me. "Don't hold back. I want you to come in my mouth as fast as you can." With another spine-tingling moan, she took me back into her eager mouth and resumed her magnificent blowjob.

Her lips and tongue worked in perfect concert with her stroking hand, so that it felt my entire cock was being slurped all at once. It was so distinctly different than the sensation of fucking, and yet it was superior to every blowjob I had ever received before. I could not have held back even if I tried. Instead, all I could do was cry out in warning.

"I'm coming!" I bellowed. She moaned loudly in encouragement, and then she was noisily sucking every drop of semen out of my erupting cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel as I fought to keep my eyes on the road and the car squarely in our lane. That sounds easier than it was. My entire body was shaking as my mother drained my cock and kept right on nursing it.

"Mmm. Mmm!" she moaned, happily taking more cum out of my dick between swallows.

"Mom, please, I need you to stop," I begged. "I'm so sensitive right now that it almost hurts."

Her eyes shot open when she heard me say "Mom" and she abruptly sat up and covered her mouth with the back of her right hand. She was still swallowing the residual spunk in her mouth, and couldn't yet speak. I saw her expression and quickly cut her off. I couldn't bear the thought of her apologizing after giving me such an incredible blowjob.

"That was absolutely amazing," I said. "Thank you so much for that." I saw her alarmed expression soften a bit and she nodded her head. I reached over and squeezed her sexy thigh. "That doesn't really solve our problem, though," I continued. "I'm afraid we'll have to find the next hotel and stop."

She finally gulped down the last of my sperm and reached for her phone. We were still a long way from reaching Atlanta, so she had to search for hotels on this side of Georgia. She found a suitable place only twelve miles ahead and called to make sure we could stop there.

"I'm sorry," she told the manager, "we got on the road and we're just too exhausted to continue. We just have to stop for a nap for a couple of hours." She listened and nodded. "Really? You could do that for us? That would be fantastic. Thank you so much! We'll be right there."

As I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Mom fixed her lipstick in the mirror. I am sure I looked as exhausted as she had claimed as I followed her into the hotel lobby. Her slightly disheveled hair made it look like she had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. I stayed back and held our bags as she chatted up the hotel manager. I nodded at the man and trudged after my mother. I made sure not to stare at her shapely ass in those shorts.

Another man joined us in the elevator, so we said nothing until we reached the third floor and found our room. Once we were inside, my mother looked at me curiously. I set the bags next to the nearer of the two beds.

"Wait a minute," she finally said, "if having your own mother suck your dick wasn't 'our problem,' then what was?"

I sighed deeply as I put my hands on her waist and turned her around. "Oh, Mom," I said, "it was the scent of you that had me all worked up in the first place." She cocked her head at me, and her eyes shot open as I pushed her onto the bed and my hands reached for her waistband. She didn't resist me as I lifted her legs and pulled her shorts and panties off of her. I knelt between her spread thighs and took a big whiff of her savory pussy.

"There was no way I could keep focused on the road until I got a good taste of this," I murmured before diving in to feast on her tasty pussy.

I am sure that my technique was nowhere near as amazing as my mother's had been on my cock earlier. Still, she sounded appreciative as her fingers tangled in my hair. I explored her thoroughly, inside and out, with my long tongue. My lips kissed and sucked at her sensitive outer lips and finally latched onto her clitoris for a vigorous sucking session. After she came, I gently lapped at her puffy pussy, savoring every drop of her nectar.

I repeated the entire process again, adding two fingers inside her when I sucked her clit through that second climax. I cleaned her with my tongue again, but she was stubbornly wet even after my best efforts. Our eyes met when I sucked her heavenly juices from my fingers. Her left hand softly stroked my hair.

"Well," she purred at me, "did that take care of 'our problem'?"

I stood and let my shorts and boxers drop to the floor. My cock was completely hard and throbbed as I stood between her thighs.

"Not exactly," I shrugged.

"Good," she growled huskily, spreading her legs to welcome me in.

I was unprepared for the treat my mother had between her legs. As marvelous as it had tasted, she had skills that I never suspected. Her moist walls gripped my invading cock and squeezed it gently. I had been with a couple of girls before who were merely tight around my girth, but that paled in comparison to the way my mother's pussy caressed my boner.

"Holy hell," I gasped at that sensation. I looked down, watching my shaft disappear between her clutching lips.

"Oh, that's really nice," she purred up at me. "I was worried you might not be able to get hard so soon after I had drained you. You are just a dream come true, baby, so nice and hard and thick for your mommy."

We both felt my cock pulse inside of her as that dirty talk spurred me on. After my entire length was buried in her to the hilt, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that I could drive my shaft in and out. Once again her aroma reached my nose as she coated my cock with her juices. At her urging, I began to speed up my strokes. She began babbling incoherently, punctuating each gibberish phrase with a "fuck!" "yes!" or "oh!"

I had to slow down when she came and squeezed down on my entire length. It was just too intense, and I desperately wanted this to last. She saw the look on my face, and a wicked grin lit up her face. She wrapped her legs around my back and forced me to stroke in and out even as her pussy milked me past the point of no return.

"Give me that hot cum!" she ordered. "My pussy wants it, now!"

I could not disobey. I groaned and threw my head back as I exploded inside of her eager, hungry, and oh-so-talented pussy. "Fuuuck," I forced out between my clenched teeth. I watched her close her eyes and bite her lip as she felt my hot semen spraying inside of her.

Mom spread her arms and I lay on top of her. We panted for breath for a bit, and then we scooted up the bed to hold and kiss each other. I was still inside of her, and she was still squeezing my shaft with her insistent internal muscles, still forcing the last bits of cum out of my shaft. I was surprised that she could do that. She was equally surprised that I was still hard for her.

We continued to surprise each other for another sweaty half hour of amazing sex. After that, we really did nap for an hour. We woke up before the phone rang with our wake-up call and showered together before getting dressed and checking out of the hotel. At checkout, the manager only charged us twenty bucks for the use of the room, and he sent one of the cleaning staff to tidy up.

We drove to a nearby restaurant and ate before hitting the road again. Mom took the first shift, and I fell asleep in the passenger seat. I was aware of it when she reached up the leg of my shorts and fondled my cock, but I did not quite wake up. That was evidently quite a turn-on for my mother. Shortly after it got dark, she pulled off of the highway and sucked me off urgently before I could wake up. When her talented mouth forced my cock to give up its load of sperm, I finally did regain consciousness completely.

"Naughty mommy," I murmured. Her eyes grinned up from my crotch as she continued guzzling down her salty treat. I knew there couldn't be that much of it after all the orgasms I had already had that afternoon. Once she finished swallowing my cum, she started the car and got right back onto the road. I managed to doze off for another hour before we pulled over to take a break and stretch our legs.

The car still had over a half a tank of gas, but we pulled into the parking lot of a gas station to stretch, use the bathroom, and grab a big beverage for the road. I got a cappuccino, since I was taking over behind the wheel. Mom got a PowerAde with ice in one of those massive fountain drink cups with a lid and straw. She slurped on her drink as I got the car back out onto the highway. It was just after ten at night, and we were closing in on Atlanta.

Mom kept her seatbelt fastened, but tucked the shoulder strap under her arm this time so that she could once again lean over into my lap. She gently sucked on my cock the entire time we drove through the city of Atlanta. She wasn't trying to make me come, but my happy dick rewarded her with a steady trickle of pre-cum. She moaned appreciatively as she swallowed it.

I think she actually fell asleep with my cock in her mouth, gently nursing on it in her sleep. I can't remember being this hard for this long ever in my life. Since I had been so thoroughly drained, though, it was not difficult for me to pay attention to the road as we drove down the darkened highways of south Georgia. We were on the interstate ever since we got past the city center in Atlanta, so there was always some traffic around us. That only added to the thrill every time my mother moaned around my cock and renewed sucking on it.

I drove for three hours before I exhausted the enormous cup of cappuccino, and then I had to pee. I shook my mother gently awake before pulling off of the highway to stop for gas. I started the pump and hopped from one foot to the other until my mom got out of the car and shook her head at my foolishness.

"Go," she said, "I'll watch the pump. Get in there before you wet your pants."

I nodded and tried not to be too obvious as I hustled into the bathroom to relieve myself. I got another massive cappuccino and took my place in the driver's seat again. Once we were back on the highway, my mother took her place with her head in my lap again. However, she was awake now and her mouth was much more active and insistent once she had slurped my cock back inside.

I realized that I was speeding and reengaged the cruise control. I spread my legs, giving her better access. Mom managed to surprise me once again as she buried her face in my lap and swallowed my cock down to the root. "Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!" Her throat muscles milked the head and first three inches of my shaft.

"Oh, damn, Mom!" I gasped. "That's too intense. If you keep that up—whoa!"

It was already too late. She choked a bit on my erupting cock before hastily pulling her head back so she could taste the rest of the semen as it shot out of me. I did swerve just a tiny bit in my lane as my shoulders shook, but there was no traffic on the road to notice. After draining my dick, Mom sat up and took a long swig of her sports drink to wash down the spunk. I toasted her with my cappuccino and took a few careful sips of the steaming beverage.

When my mother put her head back in my lap this time, she did not take my softened cock back into her mouth. Her breathing deepened and she began to snore softly right into the side of my dick. I had to chuckle, and then I tucked it back in my pants. That had tickled.

I drove on until three-thirty in the morning, at which point we were almost to Orlando. I was getting sleepy and figured we should probably stop at a hotel. I shook Mom awake, and she groggily got her phone out and yawned as she dialed the next hotel on our route. Fifteen minutes later we were staggering into our room.

As exhausted as I was, I could not help myself when Mom dropped her shorts and bent over by the dresser. I slid to my knees and buried my face in her juicy, fragrant snatch. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped. Her legs shook as my tongue invaded her tasty slit. My nose pressed into her sphincter as my mouth devoured her. She finally pressed her palm against my forehead and forced me away.

"You are such a naughty boy," she growled. She scampered out of my reach and retreated into the bathroom. I grinned when I heard her lock the bathroom door to ensure her privacy.

I took off my shirt and socks and rolled into the bed. Sleep took me as soon as my head hit that soft pillow. At some point I was vaguely aware of my mother pressing her naked body against mine in the bed, but she also went right to sleep. I woke up suddenly three hours later when my bladder demanded my attention. I rolled out of the bed and padded quietly through the darkened room to the bathroom.

I managed not to wake my mother going to the bathroom. After I had relieved myself and washed my hands, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness before returning to the bed. I could barely make out my mother's shape beneath the covers, but I could smell her wonderful aroma as soon as I lifted the sheet to slide into the bed. My mouth watered at that smell, and I slid beneath the covers and homed in on her tasty pussy.

I was gentle this time when my mouth found its target. Mom moaned in her sleep and unconsciously opened her legs to give me better access. Her moans gradually got louder, and she murmured something unintelligible as her hands tangled in my hair. Her orgasm woke her up, and I heard her softly mutter, "What the hell?"

She wasn't mad, but she did demand that I give her pussy the fucking it desperately wanted after that teasing tongue-play. I did not mind one bit. Her sweet pussy once again squeezed and milked my cock as it slid in and out of her. This time I was presented with her hard nipples and I took full advantage, sucking on them while fucking her. Her clutching little pussy spasmed and coated my shaft both times she came. She had me at the brink of my own orgasm and she knew it.

"Stop, Paul," she ordered, grabbing my shoulders firmly. I groaned but held still inside her. "I want to taste you," she said. "I want you to come in my mouth."

Her hands directed me off of her and I rolled onto my back on the bed. She tossed the covers aside and took her place between my spread thighs. She eagerly sucked my wet dick, savoring her own tasty juices before draining me of mine. I cried out again as my dick erupted in her moaning, sucking mouth. When my legs stopped shaking and she had drained every drop, she slid up my body and lay beside me, resting her head on my shoulder and lightly stroking my chest.

"Go back to sleep if you can," she urged quietly.

"Yes ma'am," I whispered, kissing the top of her head. I was asleep within minutes.

Some time later, I felt the bed shift as she got out of it. I heard the door close behind her as she left, but never quite woke up enough to open my eyes. I did wake up when she returned. I rolled to my side and looked at her when she tried to close the door behind her without a sound. I could not help but grin.

"It's too late for that!" I said loudly, making her jump. "I am already awake."

"Dammit, Paul, you scared me!" she said. She tried to look angry, but couldn't hold back a giggle.

I was happy to see her amused. I then noticed that she had a shopping bag from Wal-Mart. I looked at my watch. It was almost nine in the morning. The thick drapes kept the room in perpetual darkness.

"Well, I guess I should get up," I said, "What did you get from Wal-Mart?"

"Oh, there were a few things I didn't think to bring from home," she said casually, "lingerie, stockings, anal lube..." She gave me a wicked grin when my eyes shot open. "We don't have to check out for three hours, Paul. We should take advantage of that, don't you think?"

She sent me to the lobby to grab some of the continental breakfast items for us while she showered. I dropped a croissant and a donut on the floor because my hands were shaking so badly. Despite my embarrassment, I had to laugh at myself as I picked up the pastries from the floor and threw them into the trash. Here I was, a trained combat soldier who had seen so much shit over the past two years, and my sexy mother had me shaking like a leaf.

I pulled myself together, apologized to the lady behind the counter, and took a plate full of breakfast food and two hot cups of coffee back to our room. I set the plate and cups carefully on the table in the room, and quickly stripped off my clothes to join my sexy mommy in the bed.

Freshly showered, she smelled amazing. She wore the dark stockings and nothing else. She pushed me onto my back once again and slurped my cock into her mouth briefly before reaching over to the nightstand. Her hand held a thick tube of lubricant and she generously lubed my throbbing boner before she fed it into her eager asshole.

"Hold still," she ordered in a raspy voice. I nodded and lay there, watching her put on the most amazing and lewd display I could imagine. The bedside lamp illuminated the scene clearly, etching every movement of her body into my mind forever.

My mother is fucking my cock into her ass! Holy hell! That looks unbelievably hot!

Despite all of the thorough lubrication, that little hole was almost painfully tight as it stretched to accommodate the meaty head of my cock. Mom grimaced for a moment, then her mouth shot open and she moaned as the head made its way inside her. Her nails dug into my thighs behind her as the first inch of my shaft slowly disappeared into her tight sphincter.

"I haven't done this in quite a while," she gasped, her eyes glued to mine. "It may take a while for my asshole to be ready for you to fuck it."

My mouth was too dry to form coherent words, so I just nodded again. Mom groaned when my eyes returned to feast on the sexy sight of her ass eating my hard dick. She was right. It seemed to take an incredibly long time for her to take half of my length inside her. Then she had to stop, and I reached out instinctively to hold her hips steady as she shook through that unexpected orgasm. The smell of her juicy pussy once again filled my nostrils.

I was as hard as I had ever been in my life, but I managed to hold still and let her do what she wanted to. Well, mostly; I was shaking a fair amount because I was so damned turned on. When I managed to tear my eyes away from my cock slipping into her ass, her wanton expression was every bit as arousing. Her breasts were swollen with desire and her aroused nipples begged to be sucked. Every time my thighs shook with my arousal, her breasts shivered in response.

"May I touch your pussy?" I whispered up at her.

"No!" she gasped quickly. "This is too intense already! If you touch my—" She lost it then, shaking her head from side to side and gasping as another orgasm shot through her. Her asshole tightened down painfully on my shaft. Her nails may have drawn blood as they dug into my thighs. "Oh, fuck! FUCK!" she cried out.

Her stocking-sheathed legs shook out of control for a full minute as the intense climax took its toll on her heaving body. That had the effect of forcing another inch of my well-lubricated shaft into her ass even as her sphincter spasmed tightly around it. I resolved to keep my mouth shut and my hands to myself. As amazing as that had been visually, it had hurt when her sphincter tried to bite off half of my dick.

When she recovered and stopped shaking, she looked somewhat surprised. Her sexy bottom was now resting against my thighs, with my entire length sheathed inside her horny ass. She breathed heavily and then leaned forward and planted her hands on my chest. Her hips made a tiny circle, working my cock around inside her.

"I can't believe it," she breathed. "My son's big, hard cock is in my ass."

My cock twitched inside her in response to her words. She shivered again in response to that sensation. I leaned my head forward and gently kissed her hard nipples in turn. She groaned and pressed her left breast into my mouth, encouraging me to suck on that nipple. As I did, she shifted her legs so that her knees were on the bed to either side of my hips. She was able to lift her hips just a bit before lowering back down.

It was another painfully slow process as she carefully introduced her asshole to the cock that would be fucking it. She apologized and kissed my mouth after several minutes of that sensuous and deliberate ass-fucking.

"I'm sorry this is taking so long, Paul," she gasped into my mouth. Her lips kissed mine three more times before she pulled her head back. "I'm not trying to be this tight. It's just been so long..."

I kissed her back hungrily. "It's okay, Mom," I replied quietly, "Take as long as you need."

She nodded and then leaned over to grab the lube again. She lifted up onto her knees and gently applied more of the gel to the juncture of her sphincter and my shaft. She repeated the process four more times, and it really helped her relax her tight ass. After she set the tube back on the nightstand, she was finally able to start driving my hard cock in and out of her horny asshole. She grunted loudly each time her ass pressed against my pelvis.

I was nowhere close to coming when she had her third orgasm. It was incredible to see her when it rocked her body. After that, though, she had to take a break. She wrapped a bathrobe around her body, and I pulled my shorts back on. We sat at the table and ate our breakfast and drank our coffee. We couldn't stop smiling at each other the entire time.

After that respite, my mother's horny asshole was ready to be taken. She lay on the bed on her stomach and spread her legs invitingly. When I slid in behind her, she reached back and spread her cheeks for me. "Be gentle," she murmured as I eased my lubricated tip into her tight sphincter.

Ten minutes later, she had changed her mind.

"Fuck gentle!" she spat out. "Pound my asshole, baby! Take it! Fuck my ass!" She bit the sheet and groaned as I pistoned in and out of her eager bottom. I did not hold back. I gave her sweet asshole the most vigorous pounding I could. My feet were inside of her ankles, forcing her legs wide apart, and my balls slapped wetly against her pussy with every thrust.

Honestly, I was surprised I had not come already. I was as hard as ever, but my orgasm was a long time coming. When it finally arrived, though, it was mind-blowing. I know I screamed, but I could not recall what I screamed. It felt like a grenade went off in my balls when that climax shot out of me. Mom's sphincter once more locked down on my shaft and her whole body shook beneath me.

We lay there gasping for breath for several minutes before either of us could move. My spent cock finally slipped out of her tight bottom, and I watched her asshole gape open and drool a puddle of semen onto the sheets. Her legs shook the entire time, and then she looked sheepish as she got up to dash into the bathroom.

I heard her relieving her bladder and could not help but chuckle softly. Then I realized that my right thigh had landed in the puddle of my spunk, and I rolled over and looked for a towel. I had to wait for Mom to finish in the bathroom, and then I made my way past her and into the shower. She took several minutes before she joined me.

I looked at her sexy, naked body as she stepped into the bathtub. My eyes wandered up her legs, over her puffy pussy mound, up her belly and breasts. When my gaze finally reached her face, I saw the telltale glistening white sheen of semen coating her lips and knew she had been lapping up that puddle of cum from the bed. It made my dick lurch to see it.

We had used an hour and a half for that first marvelous ass-fuck, and it had taken its toll on both of us. After the shower, I sat at the edge of the bed and admired my mother's sexy body. She smiled at me in the bedroom mirror as she stood naked and brushed her hair. She stopped abruptly, and turned to look at me. Clearly, she was thinking hard about something. She nodded to herself when she reached a decision.

Her body looked amazing as she bent over and reached into her travel bag. I was treated to a lovely view of her breasts hanging below her and shimmying as she rummaged through the contents. She finally stood, displaying her puffy pussy. She spread her feet apart to give me a show and waited a few seconds before clearing her throat. I looked up to see she was holding an envelope in her hand.

"I wrote this letter for you almost two years ago," she said. "I just couldn't bring myself to actually give it to you. Now, though, I think you should read it."

"Okay," I said simply. I held out my hand, and she handed the envelope to me. This had to be serious, I realized. Her hand was shaking as I took it from her. The envelope had never been properly addressed. On the outside, in her cursive hand, all it said was "Paul."

I opened the envelope and removed the two handwritten pages of the letter. Mom slid into her bathrobe and sat at the table, watching me intently as I read.

My Dearest Paul:

These past two years have been extremely difficult for me. I felt so alone after my divorce from your father. I had tried dating a few men, but the "spark" just wasn't there like it had been back when your father and I dated. I know, that was a long time ago. Still, I always hoped for more than my dates could give me. Each time, I was disappointed.

It wasn't the sex, either. Just to be clear, I did have sex with more than one of those men. They satisfied my needs as a woman, and gave me some lovely orgasms. Even so, it just felt hollow. I didn't have any feelings for them. After a year of dating, I gave up on looking for a man to replace your father. I stopped dating and made my friends stop trying to set me up with guys they knew.

I was only 41, and I felt like my life was over. What saved me was you and Theresa. The two of you came home for the holidays that year, and I felt truly alive for the first time since the divorce. That spark that had been missing was back. I was terrified when you left to go back to Afghanistan.

I have managed to keep that out of the letters I have sent to you. I know you have a difficult job to do and I am proud that you are doing it. You have become an amazing man, and I love you more than I can ever say. That makes it very tough to tell you what I have to say next.

After you and Theresa had left, I was terribly lonely. I still have friends in the neighborhood, of course, but they all have their families and other commitments that keep them busy. I actually got a part-time job as a temp just to fill my time and make me feel worthwhile. I quit doing that after a couple of men hit on me at work. They were crude and vulgar and I did not care for that one bit.

Another month went by, and my loneliness was becoming unbearable. Also, I was starting to feel increasingly horny and sexually frustrated. I considered dating again, just for the sex. Instead, I wound up getting involved with a younger man. Tommy was about to graduate from high school, and he was doing odd jobs and lawn work to raise money for college. He was extremely handsome, and his body had filled out nicely. I kept having him do work for me, and liked having him around.

Eventually, we had sex.

I looked up from the letter to her face. "You had sex with Tommy?" I asked. She just nodded. Tommy was a few years younger than me. He had been a kid when I joined the Army. I couldn't picture that kid having sex with my mom. I shook my head and went back to reading. It took a bit for me to find where I had left off.

Eventually, we had sex. He was energetic and eager, but had no experience at all. It was a wonderful challenge for me to turn that boy into a man. I loved it every time I taught him something new in the bedroom and he proved he had learned to do it properly. Three or four times every week Tommy would come over to make love to me.

It was a wonderful diversion, but something about my affair with that young man bothered me. It took me weeks to figure out what it was.

I had reached the end of the first page, and I turned it over to start on the second.

I was having sex with Tommy one summer afternoon when you called me from Germany. I saw your face on my computer screen, and I was filled with relief to know you had made it out of Afghanistan safely. Then, I was completely shocked when I came harder than ever on Tommy's cock. He kept right on going, and I had two more incredible orgasms before he was finished.

After that, I managed to answer your call. I don't know if you saw how flushed I was, or realized that I was still turned on while I talked to you. My mind was a whirling mess of emotions, but I was most excited about one thing:

You were coming back home to me.

That was when I figured it out. I wasn't just happy that my son was coming home; I was turned on every time I thought about it. My pussy was wet and aching when I thought about holding you in my arms again. Tommy had just been a surrogate. I knew at that moment that I wanted to have sex with my own son.

I have tried to keep it to myself, but every time after that moment I was imagining it was you when I was with Tommy. I came hard every time I pictured you while I was with him. Tommy never knew, of course. I have never told anyone about my real feelings for you. I dream about being with you almost every night.

Even as I write this, I know that I will probably never have the courage to let you read it. I can only hope that some day you read this letter and have the same feelings for me that I have for you. I love you in a way that no mother should love her son, but I can't help myself.

I love you.

-Mom

My hands shook before I reached the end of that letter, and I looked up from the page to my mother sitting in front of me. She looked as nervous as I can ever remember her looking. This was an enormous revelation. She had felt this way about me for years—it wasn't just something that happened by chance on this road trip. She shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat.

"Well?" she asked quietly. "What do you think?"

I folded the letter carefully and put it back into the envelope. My bath towel was still wrapped around my waist, and I was hard beneath it. I tapped the envelope against the knuckles of my left hand, trying to think of the perfect thing to say. I smiled at her when I realized that it would take me a lot longer than a couple of minutes to think of it.

"I love you so much, Mom," I finally said. I shook my head. "I was trying to think of the perfect thing to say, to express how amazing you are and how lucky I am. Maybe in a few years, it will come to me. For now, all I can say is I love you too, in a way no son should love his mom, and I don't care what the world thinks of me for it."

She cried out and leapt from her chair, diving onto me and knocking me back on the bed. She kissed my mouth so hard I would have a fat lip later. Neither of us really cared in that moment. We were so in love, and so turned on. My towel and her robe flew across the room as we enjoyed each other once again on that hotel bed.

After lots of kissing, licking and sucking, Mom went after the lube again. She lay on her back with her legs spread wide and let me watch while she worked the slippery gel into her tight and horny little hole. She handed me the tube and continued working two slick fingers in and out, stretching her sphincter and preparing it for me. I knelt between her thighs and stroked the lube over the length of my hard cock.

"You are so damned sexy," I groaned down at her. She just beamed back up at me. Once again, her smile just melted me—except for my cock, of course. That thing was like granite.

Her asshole was still incredibly tight, but it was ready for me this time. Mom rested her calves on my shoulders as I eased my thick cock into her. She gasped out loud when that first orgasm surprised her. I wasn't even halfway in yet.

"I can't believe it!" she cried. "This just feels so—oh!—so fucking good!"

It got better than that for both of us. This time, I did play with her sopping pussy while I fucked her sweet ass. Once again, I lasted far longer than I had any reason to think I could. I pounded her asshole in that position until she babbled incoherently for me to stop. I gently eased my cock out of her and turned her onto her side. I kissed her neck and rubbed her back until she could catch her breath.

Then I got back up on my knees and slid into her asshole from behind. The view was as incredible as the sensation of her tight ass swallowing my cock. That position really gave me the control to take long, deep strokes in and out of her. It was fantastic. Somehow, though, I still managed not to come.

Finally, she had me lie on my back while she rode me with my cock back in her ass. She fed me her hard nipples and groaned loudly as she bounced up and down on top of me. She was much rougher than I had dared to be, since I was worried about hurting her. That intense ass-fucking finally pushed me over the edge and I howled as my cock erupted deep in her amazing, gripping ass. She smiled down at me after she finished shivering through her own intense orgasm, and then she lay on my chest and kissed me tenderly.

"That was even better than my wettest dreams," she whispered.

The phone rang, causing us both to jump a little. It was a courtesy call, letting us know we had fifteen minutes to check-out. We had to rush to get cleaned up, packed, and checked out of the hotel. Mom called Barbara to let her know when we got back onto the road. Her bottom was still recovering, so I was driving. I managed not to laugh out loud as I listened to my mother's edited version of our road trip.

Barbara's voice was just audible, and it oozed relief when she realized we were alright. "I am so glad you called," she said, "I had expected you earlier and was really starting to worry. People drive like idiots around here."

"No, we're fine," Mom said. "We just left in too much of a hurry. We were exhausted before we even reached Atlanta and had to stop for a couple of hours of sleep. Paul was such a trooper, driving through the night. We finally stopped just north of Orlando and slept in this morning. We did take the time to have a really nice breakfast." I bit my lip as she shifted her hips in her seat. Her tender bottom made it difficult for her to sit comfortably after our 'breakfast'.

"We should be at your place in two hours, depending on traffic," Mom concluded. Her eyes suddenly went wide, and she covered the phone. "Paul!" she said urgently, "please pull over quick! I need to use the bathroom—like now!"

I heard Barbara's voice as she said, "I'll let you go, then. See you soon!"

From the look on Mom's face, I knew she desperately needed to go, so I swerved the car into the next exit lane and pulled into the nearest gas station. Mom hustled inside, and I sat in the car and waited. I sipped my sports drink and my eyes lit on the Wal-Mart bag. I whistled when I saw the sexy nightie she had bought.

Damn. I cannot wait to see her in that.

Next, I pulled the empty box the tube of lubricant had occupied. As I read the package, I realized why I had lasted so long fucking my mom's sweet ass. This particular lube had numbing and relaxing agents added. They had certainly done the job—my mother's bottom had managed to accommodate me nicely once the lube had relaxed her sphincter. The numbing quality had kept me just desensitized enough that I had lasted through several intense moments that would have had me coming otherwise.

I returned the empty box into the shopping bag and froze when I saw the home pregnancy test kit. It had never crossed my mind that pregnancy was a possibility when I had filled my mother's pussy with semen the day before. Mom caught me holding the bag and looking pale when she got to the car. She gently took the bag and leaned in to kiss me.

"It's okay, Paul," she assured me softly. "I'm sure you'll make a wonderful father."

She waited five full seconds before adding, "Just not soon."

She could not help but burst out laughing. I was not amused, but I was terribly relieved. "Oh, you should see your face!" she gasped. Her hand squeezed my thigh reassuringly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I know that wasn't nice, but I couldn't help it."

"You'll pay for that later," I growled, biting her bottom lip. I checked the rear-view mirror and looked around before backing out of the parking spot. Mom reached into my lap and squeezed my dick.

"I can't wait," she murmured.

In fact, she could not wait. Once we were back on the highway, she gave me another marvelous blowjob. I know passing truckers got an eyeful of that action. She teased me to the brink of orgasm again and again over the next hour and a half. We pulled off of the highway at a mostly-empty rest stop so she could slurp down a load of my semen. We stretched our legs and walked around afterward. Mom's bottom was fully recovered by that time.

"I think I can drive the last bit from here," she offered. She then leaned in and whispered hotly into my ear, "I just wish we had more privacy. I'd love you to take my ass again, right here."

I groaned and my freshly-drained cock throbbed in my shorts. This sexy woman was insatiable, and I loved that about her. I reached down to squeeze her sexy ass on the way back to the car. A fellow who was watching his kids play grinned at us when he saw my hand on that shapely bottom. Clearly he had no idea that this was my mother, and it gave me a nasty thrill to imagine his expression if he found out the truth.

Mommy, you have the most amazing ass and pussy I have ever sunk my cock into, I thought. Not to mention your talented, cocksucking mouth, you wonderful, wonderful woman.

She turned and smiled at me, as if reading my dirty thoughts. Her bottom pressed back into my palm as she craned her neck back and kissed me. My tongue invaded her mouth, and we stood next to the car kissing until someone honked from further down the parking lot.

We laughed as we slid into the car. For the last half hour of our road trip, I slid my hand into my mother's shorts and played with her dripping-wet pussy. When we pulled onto the street where Barbara lived, I pulled my hand out of her shorts and made a show of licking my fingers clean. We were both smiling until the house came into view, and then sadness came crashing down on us both.

We had enjoyed each other so much on this journey that we had managed to forget its somber purpose. My father was gone. We were here to pay our respects to him and to comfort his forlorn widow. Barbara came rushing out of her front door as soon as we pulled up to the curb. She strode up to my passenger side window and motioned for me to roll it down.

"Go ahead and park in the driveway, next to my car," she said as soon as my window was down.

It was almost noon, and the moist heat of the south Florida air felt like a sauna as soon as we stepped from the car. I was so unaccustomed to the humidity that I began sweating immediately. Barbara threw herself into my arms and clung to me desperately.

"I'm so glad you're here," she sobbed into my chest. Her big, soft breasts mashed against my belly and threatened to arouse my cock again. It had only gone soft minutes before when I thought of my departed father.

My mother came around the car and Barbara released me. After an awkward moment, Barbara wrapped my mother in another fierce hug. Mom's face showed her surprise, and she held her arms out for a moment before wrapping them around Barbara's back. More sobs wracked Barbara's body, and she shook in my mother's arms. That sobbing was contagious. My mother broke down and the two women cried uncontrollably as they held each other on Barbara's front lawn. My own eyes misted up and I had a huge lump in my throat. Still, I couldn't help but be aware of the stares we were attracting from the neighbors.

I gently led my mom and step-mom into the house. I returned to the car and carried our bags and the cooler inside. Barbara directed me to just set everything on the dining room table with a wave of her hand. Her eyes were still red, but both of them seemed much better after they had let all of that emotion out.

"The table is fine," she said, "We can sort that out later. Right now, I just want to sit down and catch up with you guys."

I nodded and set the cooler on the table. I put mom's travel bag next to that, and set the shopping bag between them. My own bag was a bit heavier and had my dress uniform inside. I leaned it against the side of one of the chairs. I stretched for a moment before joining the two women on the living room couch. Mom patted the cushion between them, and I sat and put an arm over each of their shoulders. Barbara leaned into my side with an appreciative sigh, snuggling her head against my shoulder.

I looked from her to my mother. Mom didn't look jealous when she looked at Barbara's face. She had something going on in her mind, though. I just couldn't figure out from her expression what it was. Barbara turned her head and smiled up at me.

"So, tell me about Afghanistan," she prompted.

There was only so much I could say, since most of it was so classified. This was not my first time going through it, though, so I recited the prepared story that told what I was allowed to tell. I got six minutes into that story when my mother cut me off with narrowed eyes.

"Wait a minute," she said. "That is exactly, word-for-word, what you said to me the night before last. Did the Army give you some sort of prepared speech?"

"Pretty much," I answered with a shrug. "Look, you know I'm not allowed to talk about most of what we did, or where we were," I swallowed the lump in my throat and added softly, "or any of the guys we lost over there." I cleared my throat and kept my expression carefully controlled before I went on. "I'm telling you what I am allowed to tell you. None of it is a lie, but the Army wants us to be consistent when we tell you the parts we can. Even if I could tell you everything, though, I wouldn't. Some of that stuff would give you nightmares. If you knew everything, you would never have let me reenlist."

"Why did you reenlist, then?" Barbara asked. "If it was so awful and dangerous, why would you put yourself through that again?"

"The guys I served with were like brothers to me," I answered without hesitation. "There were seven of us in my unit that got to the end of our first enlistment at around the same time. We talked about getting out, and what we would do as civilians. Then one of the guys, Carlos, said he was going to reenlist. At first, we all looked at him like he was nuts. Carlos told us he was going to get married. He planned to use that reenlistment bonus to set him and his wife up with a better life.

"Over the next few weeks, we all changed our minds. We knew we could trust each other in a way we couldn't trust some raw recruit. The seven of us had enough experience that our odds were much better if we stuck together. So we all reenlisted. We were in it together, for each other."

"So how are Carlos and his...?" Barbara started to ask. She trailed off when I shook my head sadly. I couldn't tell them about it—about the IED that ripped two of my best friends to shreds—along with two other guys I never even got the chance to know. "Oh," she finished when she saw my expression. "I'm sorry, Paul."

"Not your fault," I said softly. We had tracked down the terrorist shit-bags responsible for the explosives and ended them. It didn't bring my friends back. "Overall, we did a lot of good over there," I said. "There are kids growing up and going to school that wouldn't even be alive if we hadn't protected them. There are whole families we saved from terrorists. And...well, there are a lot less terrorists." I added that last bit with a grim smile.