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Coming Home
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
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A teenager joins the military to get away from his home
life, but a tragedy makes his mother realize how much
she's taken for granted all those years. (MF, 1st, inc,
military)
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Author's Note: This story is very loosely based on Jane
Fonda's 1978 movie Coming Home. In my teens I remember
seeing part of this movie and what I took away from it
was Jane Fonda's hot butt as she fucked Jon Voight in
the cowgirl position. -drools- So for all intents and
purposes, Jane Fonda's character is the mother in this
story though I depict as a very different character.
Enjoy ~ G]
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When I was very young my mother had to start raising me
alone. I don't remember what happened to my father -
whether he died, just left or what - but my mother never
talked about and forbid anyone else who knew to talk
about it either.
I didn't have a happy childhood after my father
"disappeared". My mother wasn't much of a mother. She
didn't abuse me or anything like that, but she didn't
provide me with mental or emotional support.
My mother did provided physical sort of. She worked,
brought home food, but all she did when she was home was
drink.
It wasn't easy. And as I got older it began to drive me
crazy.
When I turned seventeen last year I'd had enough. I quit
school and joined the army. I wanted to get as far away
from my old life as I could, as far away from my mother
as I could.
I trained hard. I pushed myself to the edge then pushed
myself further. I finished at the top of my class at
Boot Camp.
All of my hard work paid off. I was being shipped off to
the war. I was going to be as far away as possible.
But things went horrible wrong right away. I was a
natural born leader and I led my fellow soldiers into
battle and the followed willingly.
It turned out to be a trap. I was able to get most of
the soldiers to retreat and saved the others who got too
close. That was one I took the bullet to my lower spine.
That was all it took: one bullet.
Of course I got a Purple Heart for my bravery and
sacrifice. I was sent to the best surgeon and he was
able to remove the bullet without complications.
Unfortunately there was damage to my spine that would
take a long time to heal. For that reason the doctor
said my legs would be paralyzed until I recovered from
my spinal injury.
I was given an Honorable Discharge from the Army and
Disability checks until I recovered the use of my legs.
Unfortunately I was being sent back home. I didn't want
to see my mother. Not because of what happened. I felt
no shame in that, I did my duty and was proud of myself.
No, I didn't want to see my mother because she was the
reason I had left and here I was back once more, damn
it.
I didn't let the Army inform her of what happened.
Instead I had them inform my grandmother - my father's
mother - and I told her not to tell my mother. I asked
if she could come pick me up at the airport.
So I was pretty pissed when I saw my mother waiting at
the airport instead.
But then I saw that she had been crying. My mother
looked pale and worried. About me? I found it hard to
believe after all the years I only caring about herself.
"Oh, Honey!" My mother cried out as she fell to her
knees and hugged me in my wheelchair. Of course I hugged
her back. "I thought I had lost you! I'm so sorry!"
"Sorry for what?" I asked confused.
"It's all my fault. If-if I'd been a real mother to you
all the years instead of pushing you away I wouldn't
have pushed out and into harm's way. I was selfish all
those years, I let you down. Can you ever forgive, son?"
Mom had changed. She really had, it was no act.
"Oh, mom, of course I forgive you!" I replied, hugging
her again.
"Thank you!" She sobbed.
We held each other for a long, long time before mom
rose, wiped away her tears then got a tissue and cleaned
my face.
She got behind me and wheeled me out to the car. She
helped me out of the wheelchair and into the passenger
seat which wasn't too difficult since my upper body was
still in top physical shape. Mom stowed my wheelchair in
the back seat and we drove home.
I always knew mom was beautiful but as I listened to her
talk and watched the sunlight stream across her youthful
face I realized just how beautiful: Mom is tall and slim
but shapely with obviously large breasts and long, wavy
dirty blonde hair. She always wears sunglasses, these
big framed things that look as big as her head I used to
think. It would be easy to fall for mom if she wasn't my
mom.
When we got home I noticed a handicap ramp had been
installed for me. Mom told me my grandfather - my
father's father - knew a guy he put built at the last
minute for me.
Mom wheeled me up to the door, unlocked it and rolled me
in.
The first thing I noticed was how spotless everything
was. Mom must have noticed me noticing.
"As soon as your grandmother told me what happened I
started cleaning. She knew I wasn't going to be able to
do all by myself in time so she helped me out. She was a
godsend."
Mom knelt next to the wheelchair. "I'm so glad you're
home. It will be different this time."
I believed mom.
For the next few weeks my schedule composed of daily
therapy for my back, supposedly to quicken the healing
process as well as leg exercises to keep my legs from
"shriveling up" the physical therapist joked. Haha I
also went to the gym to keep working my arms and upper
body.
At night mom would cook for me and then wheel me into
the living room in front of the television as she washed
dishes. I felt guilty about not being able to help but
at least I was able to use the washer and dryer so I did
the clothes two days a week.
During the same period of time mom was giving me sponge
baths in bed. Mom would wash ALL of me, I didn't bother
me to have her see me naked.
Then one day I asked mom why I wasn't taking real baths.
"I don't know. I guess I assumed it would be difficult
to get in and out of the tub."
"Not really, mom," I replied. "Not that different than
when I lift myself out of the wheelchair to get into
bed."
"Well, we can try it tomorrow," Mom said. "At least I'll
be there if anything goes wrong."
I'm not sure if I would categorize what did happen as
something going wrong.
I undressed in my room in my wheelchair then wheeled
myself naked to the bathroom. Mom oversaw as I lifted
myself out of my wheelchair with ease and maneuvered
myself onto the edge of the bathtub which mom had
already added a small amount of water to.
Gripping the sides of the bathtub, I again easily
lowered myself down into it. So far so good.
Mom moved my wheelchair out of the bathroom and closed
the door. Not sure why.
"I don't want to take a chance of getting my clothes
wet, I hope you don't mind me undressing, I've seen you
naked every day for weeks now anyway."
I didn't really mind and didn't see a problem at the
time. Mom undressed and I gawked at her naked, firm
breasts with their pinkish-brown large areolaes and her
light brown-haired pubes obscuring her womanhood between
her firm thighs.
I caught a glimpse of her large but firm but too before
it happened. IT being my cock getting hard.
Mom vocalized what I had already been thinking to
myself. "I... I didn't know it could do that..."
I had assumed the paralysis of the legs affected my
getting erections. Obviously my assumption was wrong.
Mom just stared at it for a while before she began to
blush. She added more water to the bathtub before she
started to wash my back for me while I washed everything
else. Then mom drained the tub and rinsed me off.
Gripping the sides of the bathtub once more, I lifted
myself up so mom could dry my back and butt then I sat
on the back of the bathtub as she eased my legs out of
it, drying them off as well as my arms, chest and abs
and my still erect cock.
Mom kept staring at it which made my cock throb visibly
[which mom had to notice] and my balls ache.
Once I was dry mom brought my wheelchair back in and I
maneuvered myself back into it.
"That was easy," Mom laughed nervously.
"Did you ever have any doubt?" I retorted. We both
laughed at that.
Mom wheeled me back to my bedroom without bothering to
dress. As I lifted myself out of my wheelchair I noticed
mom's nipples were now stiff [they were practically in
my face as she stood next to me] & I could hear her
breathing.
I maneuvered myself into bed & mom excused herself,
saying good night & turning off my light.
I had a hard time sleeping. My cock never went down & I
was feeling restless as Hell.
In the middle of the night I heard a rustling sound in
the kitchen & I saw a shadow at my doorway. I turned on
my bedside lamp. Of course it was mom at my open door
holding her cotton robe closed around her.
"You couldn't sleep either?" Mom smiled nervously, eyes
drifting to my erect cock.
"No."
"Still hard too," She pointed out.
I just nodded. "I know I should be sorry I caused that -
"
"Mom!"
She waved at me dismissively. "But I'm not. And I'm glad
you're still hard for me."
With that, mom shrugged off her robe, naked underneath,
& came over to my bed. She climbed onto my bed &
straddled me.
Mom's hairy pussy hovered above my cock.
"I'm so wet," She whispered. She took my hand and put it
between her legs. "Feel it..."
Of course mom was very wet. She whimpered softly.
"I've been aroused all night since I saw your huge hard
on," Mom said huskily. "And masturbating hasn't helped."
I was shocked to hear mom say she masturbated. I was
even more turned on as well. Mom's next words shocked
and surprised me more.
"I know this will." She took hold of my throbbing cock
and sank her hot pussy down around it.
We both gasped. Mom was so hot, wet and tight as a vise.
She put her hands on my shoulders and began to move up
and down on my cock. As she grew wetter she sank down
further and further on my cock.
I slid my hands around mom and cupped her butt cheeks. I
began to knead them as I leaned forward and sucked one
nipple and then the other back and forth.
Mom moaned and slowly increased her pace. Her tits
bounced on her chest as I kept on sucking her engorged
nipples hard and bite them occasionally.
Her moans grew louder and mingled with groans now as her
pussy tightened around my cock.
"Ohhh... Your cock is about to make your mother cum,
baby..."
Mom threw back her head and cried out as she came, her
body writhing and jerking wildly atop me. It was so hot
I thought I would cum myself then and there.
Her juices rushed past my cock and pooled up in my pubic
hair, making a gooey mess between our legs.
The room smelled of sex now and the sounds of her pussy
wetly riding my cock mingled with her moans and groans,
except when mom would orgasm again and drown out all
other sounds.
Our first time I only lasted fifteen minutes, but mom
made sure I stayed hard and fucked me again. Again, she
came very often and the second time I lasted about fifty
minutes before a spewed another heavy load of jizz deep
in my mother's pussy. Mom whimpered as I came in her,
biting her lower lip sexily.
"Are you glad you came home?" She giggled afterward.
"Mom, I am so glad to have come home to you..."
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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