Mom Saves Soldier Son

Mom Saves Soldier Son

The letter from my high school 'Sweetheart' came two months into my deployment:

Dear Tommy,

Your friend Jimmy has been so kind since you have been gone. He has taken me shopping, bought me things and fixed things for me. He is so much the man that you wished you were and, he is here not out playing soldier somewhere. So, last week we started fucking. He is so hot and I couldn't resist him. Hope that this doesn't bother you too much. But, he has asked that I not write you any more. I'm sure you can understand that.

Anyways, I hope we can all still be friends.

Gina

It hit me so hard. Here I am over in this shithole getting shot at and I get this? I almost ate a bullet that night. I would have, but got interrupted by an attack on our FOB. It wasn't until morning that things settled down. I decided that I would Skype my best friend and tell her about the whole thing. Maybe she could help me get over this.

As the screen came to life on my computer there she was, my best friend: my sweet mom. I couldn't help myself. I just broke down. I lost it and, sobbing, I explained the whole thing to her. Gina and I were going to get married after I came home. Now my world had crumbled. I told her how I almost took my own life. Mom started crying with me and we stayed on for over an hour. She told me over and over how much she loved me and that I was her best friend and her, 'Everything'. She said that she couldn't bear the thought of ever losing me. Afterwards, I felt a little better and promised her that I would Skype her again the next day.

We stayed in close contact over the next couple of weeks. There was a lull in the fighting and I had a lot of down time. Mom and I became so very close after that. I started feeling lots better. My mom and I shared everything during those tough times. We just seemed to open up more to each other than anytime in our lives. We even started talking very frankly about sex. I told her how I used to masturbate on Skype with Gina and how much I missed that.

"Yeah, mom, she would play with herself while I did too. She would be naked or in some sweet looking underwear or a nighty. It kept me satisfied," I said.

"Well, what are you doing for that now, sweetie?" she asked.

"Nothing. I haven't even tried since she wrote me that letter," I said.

"Should I send you some magazines or something? You know I will," she offered.

"No, mom, that's ok. They would be confiscated inbound cause we can't have that stuff over here. I can't really look at porn on the internet cause all our site activity is monitored. Besides, it was like the special connection with someone real that really made me feel it," I answered.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie" she said. "I wish there was someway that I could do to help."

The thought hit my brain like a breaching ram! "Sure mom, can you sit naked with me and play with yourself while I jack off?" I thought. I laughed out loud.

"What, did I say something funny?" she asked.

"No, mom, it was just a fleeting funny thought about what you said," I replied.

"What?" she asked.

"You know, the whole context of the discussion and you asked if there was anything you could do to help," I chuckled.

"Oh, right," she said. She seemed sad or hurt or something. "I can see how that would be funny, you know, me being older and all," she said with obvious hurt.

"Oh my God, mom! No ... you KNOW how beautiful that I think you are and you are NOT old. You are only 36 and you look twenty. Please, no, that is not what I meant. It's just like, you know, you're my MOM after all," I blurted. It was then that I noticed how my mom was dressed. She was wearing in a t-shirt with no bra. Her nipples were quite visible. I was so busy looking at her tits that I didn't notice the tear that ran down her cheek until it fell onto her shirt.

"Mom! Don't cry!" I said. "Oh shit, I didn't mean what you thought. Please. I love you so much and I think you are beautiful and ... so hot. I mean, you make that bitch, Gina, look like the winner of an ugly contest. I've always thought you were so beautiful. Oh, mom. Don't! Hell, I used to jackoff thinking of you all the time. Even over here," I spouted out. Then it hit me, what I had said. That I had jacked off thinking of my mom. And now I had told her.

She smiled, "I know you're just saying that."

Before I could get my head straight, I spoke, "No, really! I have. And a LOT too! When I first started having sexual feelings and masturbating, I used to think of you all the time and recall all the things I'd seen you wear and the peaks at you that I got."

Mom wiped her tears and her face changed. "You're really serious, aren't you?" she said.

"I am," said I. "And even now I am sitting here looking at your tear-stained shirt and I feel bad because I'm not looking at the tears or even your face. I am just seeing your beautiful ... uh ... you know ...," I stammered on.

The screen changed and now it was full of mom's 't-shirt clad' tits. "you mean these old things'" she laughed.

Without thinking, I hit the screen shot button on my lap top.

"What was that," she asked. "Did you just take a picture of my boobs?"

I had forgotten that the screen shot made a camera clicking noise. I felt my face grow warm. But, I recovered quickly. "Well, YES, yes I did. You asked if there was anything that you could do to help, well, you just did."

We both laughed and she seemed so much better.

"Mom, I gotta sign off now. We have to go out tonight and I gotta get some sleep. I love you so much. And I am so grateful to have you as my best friend and mom!" I said.

"Good night sweetie. Please stay safe and make sure you let me know when you get 'off-work' tomorrow," she said.

That was her way of saying, "Call me when you are done with your patrol so that I know you are OK."

"I will, mom. I love you." I said.

"And I love you too, baby," she said.

I signed off. But I didn't shut off the computer right away. I brought up the screen shot. There were my mom's magnificent tits, covered only by a thin, VERY THIN, layer of t-shirt material. I stared at the screen. Then I enlarged it. Her nipples were poking out so hard that it tented the shirt away from her areolas. I could just make out how big those areolas were. Just discernable, were the darker shades that made up her nipples and areolas. I found myself getting hard.

Suddenly, I was back to my childhood days. I had my cock in my hand and I was pumping it while I was thinking of my mother. And now I was looking at her gorgeous tits.

Now is the time that I have to explain my mother. She is 37 years old. She had me while she was in high school. She has never married. And I meant what I said, she is beautiful. Fact is, she is 'drop-dead' gorgeous. She is five-foot-five and probably weighs 120. She sports a TIGHT figure of 36C-23-34. She has long brown hair that she wears so many different ways. Here eyes are emerald green and almost seem illuminated. Her skin is flawless and her face is so pretty, should be immortalized in marble. Her ass, WOW easily her best feature. Firm, jutting and just 'big' enough. Her tits, well, you get the picture; or rather I did and was fisting away with my cock right now looking at it.

It couldn't have been more than a minute before I was shooting come everywhere' on me, on my bed, even on my own face. It was a pent-up load that must have easily been a quart, or so it seemed as I used my towel to wipe it up. I grabbed some 'Baby wipes', a soldier's best present, and cleaned the sticky off of me. What a great orgasm. "Thanks, mom," I whispered.

As I lay in bed, I thought back at the time before I deployed when I would fantasize about my mom. So many times I had masturbated thinking of her. Just the sight of her would often send me scurrying to the bathroom where I would pump my dick until I got that would shoot cum all over the place. I'm not sure if it was my incestuous fantasies that made me so close to her or the fact that I was so close to her that caused my fantasies. Either way, I was going down that road now in the deepest of ways. I could see her as she walked about in the house in various states of dress and undress.

I remembered one particular instance when she was wearing a loose dress without anything on underneath when she stepped between me and the sunlight and I could see the outline of her pussy between her legs. Even now, I found myself getting hard again as I recalled how she just stood there and burned that image into my mind forever. It was the same day that I saw her bare tits for the first time. She had leaned over to place some folded laundry in the basket. I was sitting at the kitchen table and got a full view down the front of her dress at those glorious orbs of flesh; nipples and all. I will never forget it.

As I closed my eyes I could see them before me again. I imagined that I could see between her cleavage and glimpse her pussy. Then I thought of myself stepping behind her and lifting her dress to marvel at her splendid ass. I could see her looking over her shoulder at me as I touched it.

My hand was now pumping my once-again-stiff cock as I thought of my mother. I daydreamed that I slipped my hard cock into her, feeling her sweet wetness. That was all it took. I was shooting yet another load of cum all over myself as I dreamed of fucking my mom from behind.

It was a fitful sleep as I had dream after dream of my mother. That evening, I loaded up and went on patrol. It was a long and arduous patrol of kicking doors and clearing rooms. We wound up in a firefight that lasted for quite a while. We took a couple of casualties too, which was unusual. We had to extract by helo since it was heating up and reinforcements had to fly in anyway. By the time I got back into the FOB, I was bone tired. The night had taken a toll on me; physically and emotionally as well. I took a shower and hit the rack. But since I had promised mom that I would let her know that I was safe, I flipped open the computer and connected to her.

There she was, her radiant face beaming at me with those glowing eyes. God, I loved her.

"Hi baby," she said. "I am so glad you called. I was getting worried 'cause I know it's past ten there."

"Yeah mom, it was a hard night at work," I said cryptically. "But I wanted to let you know that I was safe and sound back in bed," I added.

"I'm so glad. You must be tired. Want me to let you go?" she asked.

"No, please, stay. I really want to talk to you." I shot back.

"Oh, you OK?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just kinda need you right now," I said.

"Oh sweetie, I'll stay on here forever for you. You know that. Is there anything in particular that you want to talk about?" she asked.

"Nah, can't go into much about it anyway. I just had a hard night and really miss my mom. I love you, mom, so much. I hope you know that," I said.

"Oh, baby, I love you too. So what can we talk about? Did you make any progress on your ... uh ... little relief problem?" she said sheepishly.

"Yes! I did. As a matter of fact, I did. And you helped," I blurted out before thinking about the ramifications of what I was saying. I guess the fatigue of the whole night had my mind addled a bit.

"Oh, really! How was I helpful?" she asked.

Oops! I was in it now. "Well ... uh ... just ... you know ... uh, us talking about it and things," I stammered.

"Oh, c'mon baby. You can tell mom ANYTHING. You know that. Don't get all uptight and embarrassed now after all the talking we did the past weeks. I'm a big girl. I can handle it," she said with a laugh.

"Well, ... oh this is hard ... well, you know how I was uh ... well maybe you didn't know but uh, I was ... well seeing you in that really tight shirt last night ... and remembering how I used to think about you when I would masturbate before I left to come here. I pulled up that screen shot that I took of your boobs and ... well, I just did it," I said.

"Well, I am flattered, hon, that you would find me attractive. And I guess it was a moment of well, maybe desperation. So I can understand that. Good for you, baby. I'm glad you got your drive back," she said sweetly.

"Find you attractive? Mom, I have always thought that you were the most attractive, beautiful woman that I have ever seen. I mean that. You are so VERY gorgeous," I said.

"Well, thank you baby," she replied nervously.

"Does that bother you?" I asked.

"Well, no, I guess it really doesn't. No, actually, not at all. As a matter of fact, I'm glad. I am happy that you did that. And you saying all these flattering things makes me feel good. And, I know that you mean them," she said.

It was then that I noticed that mom was wearing a low cut tank top that showed her cleavage really well. I could feel my cock starting to grow. I almost reached for the screen-shot button again but I hesitated thinking it might make mom uncomfortable or even mad at me. So I decided just to drink in her beauty. And for some unexplained reason I felt compelled to tell her more.

"Then after I sat here, you know after I did it, I went to bed and couldn't stop thinking about you and I did it again," I said.

"Oh, wow, you must have really gotten turned on then, huh?" she said. I noticed that she was smiling but a little red in the face.

"Mom, you mean the whole world to me. I love you so much. I hope that this was OK?" I asked.

"Oh honey, it's perfectly OK. You know that I would do anything for you. And, after all, It's not like we had sex or anything," she rationalized. Her smile never faded.

"I see you have on another flattering top tonight," I said hopefully.

"Oh, this? I'm glad you like it," she said scooting back from the table a bit so that I could see it more. It was obvious that she had no bra underneath and I watched as her nipples grew stiff again like the other night.

"Wow mom! You look great! Would you mind if I took another screen shot of you? Please?" I begged.

"Well, I guess it's OK. What the hell, sure baby, sure you can," she answered.

"Would you mind standing up?" I asked.

She hesitated. "Awe, what the hell. I told you I'd do anything for you and I will," she said standing up.

There was my sweet beautiful mother in a low cut tank top that showed her navel and ... PANTIES! She was only wearing panties and my god she looked so good. I grabbed my cock through my shorts and squeezed it. I was hard instantly. I started hitting the screen shot over and over. "Can you turn around for me?" I asked.

Without hesitating, my mom, turned and I was greeted with a magnificent shot of her bare ass. She was wearing a thong! I continued to click away. But I also took my cock out and was pumping it discretely. Mom moved a bit like a model; turning and bending at the waist a bit and twisting her torso. Nothing slutty but oh my God it was hot. She was smiling the whole time. I think she was enjoying it. It was just a matter of seconds and I was shooting cum all over the place again.

Mom must have figured out what I was doing by the look on my face and maybe some tell-tale movement of my shoulders or something. "Sweetie, are you doing it now?" she asked.

"Well, I was," I said sheepishly. "But I came just now. Is that OK?" I asked.

Mom sat back down. "Of course it is OK. I meant it when I told you that I would do anything for you," she answered smiling. "You can do this as often as you want sweetie," I'll be your new girlfriend and you'll have no worries about me EVER leaving you," she said.

"Mom, I love you so much. You are so good to me. Thanks for everything you do and thank you so much for understanding me and for ... well ... this. I want you to know that I would do anything for you as well. I mean you are my world too. You saved my life, mom. I think that if I didn't have you I would have killed myself. I love you so much, mom," I said as I stared at her sweet face on the screen.

"I know, baby, I know you love me and I am so glad that we are this close," she said.

I was feeling so good. "I wish that I could give you the biggest hug in the world, mom," I added.

"Just stay safe and I'll get that big ole hug when you get home," she said as she blew me a motherly kiss. "Good night sweetie. I'll chat with you ... tomorrow?" she asked.

"Of course, mom. Until tomorrow," I said as I blew her a kiss too.

The screen blanked and I immediately pulled up all my screen shots. I went through them looking at every inch of my mother's body. Her panties were a little translucent and I thought that I could make out the outline of a small patch of hair above her pussy. I blew it up and, yes! It was just a small strip of hair. I strained to look deeper into the picture and I imagined, maybe not, maybe it was real, that I could see her slit.

I found myself pumping away at my cock again and in a short time my hand was covered in cum again. I cleaned up a bit. Then I pulled a thumb drive out of my table drawer and popped it into the laptop. I downloaded all of the pictures that I had shot of her. While I had the drive up, I deleted all of the pictures that I had taken of Gina without looking at a single one. She was now officially gone to me. I had someone better now.

I slept like a baby that night.

For the next few days, mom and I just talked about regular stuff. Occasionally, she would ask about my sex life, but the conversation was short. We were totally honest about everything including that. She asked if I still thought of her and looked at the pictures when I did it. I told her that it was all that I thought about when I did it and that I was doing it a lot. That seemed to really make her happy.

One night, a few weeks later, we had just finished our chat, we had talked more about sex and stuff and I was about to shut the lap top. As I went to close it, I noticed that the screen was still on on her end. I turned out my light and was in total darkness except for the screen glow. Mom remained at the desk where we had chatted. I tilted the screen up a bit so that my face would not show. Now, she was staring at the screen. Her hand was on her right tit squeezing on her nipple through the material of her t-shirt. Then I could tell that he other hand was moving under the desk. Mom was masturbating! Wow, this was so hot! I took out my cock and began to stroke it.

Mom continued to stare at the screen and play with herself. It almost looked as if she were staring at me the way she was looking at the screen. I wondered if she were watching porn. Then she began to come. She grabbed her tit cupping it in her hand, pinched her nipple and she sort of arched her back. Then she started bucking and screamed, "Oh my God ... this feels so good ...! Oh my God, Tommy, I'm coming. I'm coming for you baby!"

I came so hard. She had just called out MY NAME. My mother was masturbating while thinking of me. Then it dawned on me. Maybe she had taken a few screen shots of her own. Maybe that was what she was starring at. It had to be. Wow!

I quietly closed the lap top and cleaned up. Then I went to bed. What a night.

The next few days were pretty hectic. I only had time to email mom a few quick notes and tell her repeatedly how much I loved her and what she meant to me. I thought of her often and even got a "Combat jack" once when I was on patrol and by myself on over-watch duty. I could hear her calling my name as she came and that was so exciting for me. I also had plenty of time to scheme about how I would get to see more of her.

A couple weeks later we stood down and I had some time to finally get back with my mom. It was late at night and I was all alone in my trailer. I had set things up so that I could jack off while I was talking to mom. When the screen finally lit up with her beaming face there, I almost came instantly. She was smiling broadly as she looked lovingly at her me. "God, I have missed you so much," she said.