Mother's Day

( . Y . )

"Hey Captain!" I said into my phone.

"Hey Sailor!" my dad said.

"How are they hanging?" I queried.

"One in front of the other, for speed!" He's a fighter pilot, that's the standard reply. "And yourself?"

"I'm high speed, low-drag sir!" We both chuckled. I'm not in the Navy, just going to college, but I know the lingo pretty good.

"You're going home for Mother's Day, right?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, dad. I'm going home, uh, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. Please tell me you sent something?"

We both laughed again. Dad once had the impression that his wife wasn't his mother, and therefore he didn't need to get her anything for Mother's day. That is the wrong impression, believe me! He'd been over-doing it every year since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to send something because he was TDY (temporary duty) in Italy. Dad was a Captain, bucking for Admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I'm not ashamed to say it; Dad's my hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first Gulf War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he's cool under fire, great under pressure, and a fucking funny guy and a great dad. The only problem is that he's not around much. He's probably missed more than half my life.

My brother and me were pretty tough customers as kids growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my History professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up last week so I had no reason not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I didn't return the "I love yous" within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a test, calm down. No! You don't love me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We'd lived in Alexandria only a couple years, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at home with her. She'll be happy to see me home early, I thought. I'll surprise her.

The two-hour drive went by pretty quick, and I pulled into our little mansion. It's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it's really worth. Just a perk that we don't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedrooms, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It's weird, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the cool house. I heard some funny noises upstairs; is that the TV, or does Mom have some people up there?

I walked up the stairs to investigate. I didn't call out. Why not? I wish I would've. The noise was people, women's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Couldn't make it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent's bedroom, and got the shock of my life.

There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that wasn't all.

Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the other gal, I'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my head to the flat screen on the wall, the source of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those lesbian squirt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets "girl cum" sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it's not yellow, it's all clear like they've been drinking beer. Anyway, that's not the point of the story.

The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.

All this takes longer to describe than it actually took place, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out:

"Hi Mom."

Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing? How could she do this to Dad? He's out serving our country and she's... doing whatever the fuck this is? Goddammit!

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I'm not answering that.

I begin to head to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I didn't know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

Whump!

What the fuck did I hit? The car is still moving... nobody's around me... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I manage to pull over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I don't think that's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the nearest auto repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we've dealt with before and he took a quick look.

"Tie Rod," he said. "Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day."

Great. None of my buddies are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

"I'm so sorry Travis I can explain--"

"Mom!" I tried to interrupt, she just talked faster.

"Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened--"

"MOM!" I hollered into the phone.

"What!"

"Can you come get me? the car broke down." I gave her the address.

"Sure, um, I'm leaving right now."

"Make sure you're dressed, ok?" I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I didn't know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us? Absolutely. "And we always tell the truth in this house!" That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron parties, all the junior officers would just kind of hover around her; let me get that, I'll pick up the dishes, no let me get the trash, I'll get more ice... all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a serious looker, for sure. But she's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a 'B' in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner. I'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

"Do you know how your dad and I met?" she asked me as she set the table.

"Um... at some banquet or something, I guess."

"It was at an Air Force base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in blue. We met in the 'O' club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

"So, as you kids say, we hooked up. For two weeks straight."

I kind of blushed and turned my head. I don't want to hear about this!

"You probably don't want to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. Things that parents don't normally share with their kids but, in light of certain... circumstances... I think you deserve to know."

She started dishing out Aunt Betty's famous chicken recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

"After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to California. On a whim he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later."

"Now, in the Navy, it isn't just about how well you perform. Like any group, politics play a big part of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a big asset to your father's career!" She posed for a moment, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

"He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officer, or have your wife do it."

I was incredulous. "You mean, you slept with his--"

"Oh! Heavens no! But a little flirting goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad."

"Except for today."

"Yes, well... I still am technically true to him. I've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, however, cannot be said for him."

I sat very still. No. Say it ain't so. My dad would never do that.

"The Blue Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just little whispers at first, perhaps some sympathetic looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It wasn't his fault, he said.

"So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy wife' and raise you two boys and make a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own."

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she wasn't telling me all this.

"It wasn't easy, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big ones." I remember some of those. Not good times. "But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.

"He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road' and he never brought it home. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

"Now, he's what, 52? No, 53. And he hasn't done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he won't even scratch his ass in public, let alone fool around."

"I... I didn't know, Mom."

"Of course you didn't! It's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it's all gone now.

"I love your father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I wouldn't trade it for the world." She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

"However..." I said. Trying to get some answers on her activities of today.

"Yes. However. Well it ain't always a bed of roses, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 months, 8 months, one time he was gone 11 months. 11! And..." she dropped her fork on her plate.

"Well... shit... I have needs, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed true. All this time..." I didn't say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

"I kept thinking, he would just belong to me at some point. But, he's up for admiral, and the stress of that and his age have ganged up on him. He can't... for the most part... um... he's not quite the man he used to be."

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. Shot down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he's cheated on my mom and can't get his dick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.

We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named "Bambi" that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom's tears had dropped on the pages.

"And so... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy wife. She's younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got drunk once and spilled our guts, our deep, deep guts! And after several months of talking, we decided to have a little joint session today. You were coming home tomorrow, so..."

"Really? That was the first time?"

"We always tell the truth in this house!" she said.

We looked at each other for a moment, then we both busted out laughing. That was kind of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

"Ok Mom. Well here's a truth from me. I... don't know what to say at this point. I understand where you're coming from, but it's still a lot to digest. But I'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that wasn't fair, or very nice."

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very nice hug. She cried a little bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

"I love you son," she said, and turned to face me and gave a quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you too, Mom." And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very tired. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some searches for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology classes? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It's not so much that I'm into watersports, because, it's kind of weird. It's more that, this is just kind of... wrong... on so many levels, and yet these chicks are having such a fucking blast! They are either some great actresses (doubtful) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I couldn't help but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick's pussy and whoa... fuck... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1! I had to keep it's head down or that shit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that night. I'd like to tell you about some crazy sex dreams, but I didn't actually have any.

( . Y . )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That's NOT something we do when dad's home. But, obviously, when the Captain's away, the sailors will play! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon and hash browns. She asked for my help in the garden; it was time to plant some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and gloves and other implements of destruction.

Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her... private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she'd taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

Wait! What the fuck was going on? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to assign her a number? This isn't right!

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a damn fury. I need to think properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a number, I might as well share it: 9.5.

Now, you may say that's a damn high number for a mid-forties woman. Well, fuck you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her boobs were... big. I don't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that important? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best part was her face. Good chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her eyes and her smile. When she smiled at you, it wasn't all fakey shit, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that great smile, too.

"Easy tiger, you don't have to do it all in one minute, you know!"

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the ground together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy house so Mom always wanted to plant flowers to make it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant and make things grow. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, until she brought up a funny subject out of the blue.

"So Travis," she began. "Speaking of masturbation..." she let that hang there.

I raised my head up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her legs tucked under her. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to break open a plant flat.

"I didn't know we were speaking of masturbation?" I said. Or asked. Kind of both.

"I just wanted to let you know that you were the winner." She said.

"I'm the winner? Of masturbation?"

"Oh yeah, you beat your brother by a mile."

I laughed out loud at that one.

"Are you sure? How do you know?"

"A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can... a mother knows!" There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

"Well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy!" Not really true. Sam was a tough guy and played college football. But still, he wasn't much with the ladies.

"It just made me a bit nervous, I thought maybe you were going to turn into a sex freak or something."

"Well, how do you think I felt, mom!" We laughed again. "Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex drive. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, afternoon, night time... wait... why am I telling you all this? Goddammit!" somehow she tricked me into talking about my whack off activities

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

"Well look at my gene pool!" I argued. "I didn't have much choice of not being a sex fiend. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad!"

"Well, Trav. Let's not make each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It's too messy."