Home From The War

Authors Notes: This story takes place during the dark times of World War II. Although it is not a historical novel, I have tried to keep to historical accuracy. If I made mistake, I'm sorry. Please don't let it destroy your life! Trigger warning: there is some light discipline because of infidelity. Again, if that sort of thing bothers you, please read another great story on this website. Also, one other note: this story fits into the taboo category and not really incest. As always, comments are more than welcomed and constructive feedback improves future stories! Please vote at the end of the story. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Martha could not contain herself. As soon as she saw the taxi heading down the long gravel driveway she squealed and burst from the front door to meet the taxi in front of the white farmhouse. Her husband, Bill Johansson smiled from the porch as Martha quickly hugged their daughter-in-law, Ellen, and immediately took their 4-month-old grandson, Billy from her arms. Martha beamed at Bill as she headed back up the sidewalk toward the porch. "Go get Ellen's bag and pay the man, Bill."

"Yes, dear." As Bill walked past Ellen on the sidewalk, he gave her a big bear hug. "Hello, sweetheart. You look great!" Ellen was also of Scandinavian decent. She had blond hair cut in the fashion of the day and big blue eyes. She was wearing a dress that ended below the knees.

"Thanks, Dad. I've been working hard to lose my baby weight. I'm almost down to my pre-pregnancy weight."

"Well," said Bill smiling and admiring her young curvy figure, "that's not what I meant, but good for you, doll. Your figure looks great, too." He wasn't kidding. She looked great.

Martha smiled and watched Bill walk down the walkway to the taxi. She whispered to Ellen, "Being 23 and nursing Billy doesn't hurt with the weight loss, I'm sure."

Ellen looked at Martha with a wan smile on her face. "Actually, my breasts may be the reason why I'm still slightly overweight. I feel like Jane Russell in that new motion picture, The Outlaw."

"Well, I haven't seen it, but that's nonsense." Martha reached out with her free left hand and lifted Ellen's right breast, "You're a big C-cup at most. They're perfect on your frame! You were a tad small chested before the baby." She cupped Ellen's face and kissed her on the cheek. "Bill's right. Your figure is perfect!"

Ellen blushed and looked toward Bill who was busy paying the driver. Neither man had noticed that Martha had fondled her breast. "Thanks, Mom. I needed that. It's really hard feeling sexy when I have a baby on one hip and no man around to... well, you know."

"I know." Both ladies' eyes formed tears. "Bill and I were just listening to the latest news on the radio, and it sounds like General Patton has the Krauts on the run in France. Some of our boys may cross over into Germany soon. I'm sure Will is fine. Some people are predicting that Germany will surrender before Christmas." Martha beamed at Ellen. "He'll be home soon enough."

Bill was coming up the driveway carrying two of Ellen's suitcases. He noticed the ladies had puffy eyes and asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Just silly girl stuff, dear." Martha wiped her eyes with her ever-present handkerchief.

"Well then, let's get inside. It's too cool for Billy out here." Bill held the door open for the ladies and their infant grandson.

"We've got the nursery set up in my study and we've got you set up in Will's old bedroom."

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Staff Sergeant Will Johansson had joined the U.S. Army on December 8, 1941, like so many other boys around the country. He had waited in the long line to join the U.S. Navy but changed his mind when the Army recruiter had shouted that the Navy and Marine recruits were headed to the Pacific to fight "the Japs," but Army recruits would head to Europe to fight "those damn Nazis." Will didn't care. He just wanted to fight.

As promised, Will saw fighting in West Africa and Sicily where he was seriously wounded. The medical staff sent him back to the U.S. mainland in August 1943 for convalescence. After a month in the hospital, he was released for a month of R&R. He took that opportunity to marry his high school sweetheart back in Iowa, and much to everyone's delight, Ellen conceived Billy on their honeymoon. Unfortunately, he was immediately reactivated and sent to Britain in October 1943. He had hit the beach at Omaha on June 6 as a squad sergeant in the 1st Infantry Division and was now somewhere in France.

The loneliness and stresses of having an infant child finally had climaxed for Ellen. She needed help! Ellen's parents had been killed in a car accident when she was young, and her aunt and uncle had raised her along with their large family of six children. Asking to move back in with them with a new baby seemed wrong, so, she wrote to her in-laws who lived on a farm.

Bill and Martha were delighted at the prospect of having their daughter-in-law and grandson stay with them until Will returned from the war, and the process of getting their home ready for their extended stay had begun immediately. Will's old room had been converted by Martha with pretty curtains and a new handmade quilt. Bill had built a new baby crib, making room in his study by moving his beloved Philco Floor Radio to the living room along with his favorite chair. Bill listened to music late into the night with the Philco turned way down low while Martha slept.

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Bill cocked his head down the hall and reached over to silence the already very low volume on the radio. He heard Billy whimper and then there was...nothing. He went back to reading his newspaper when there was the unmistakable cry of a hungry infant. He placed his pipe on the ashtray, put his paper on the table next to his chair, and walked into his study. Billy's face was crinkled up and was bright red as he screamed. "Shhhh, little man." Bill reached into the crib and picked up his grandson, turning on the lamp in the room.

Ellen appeared at the doorway. Her blond hair was mussed, and she was rubbing her eyes with the back of her fist. Her athletic legs extended below the light blue striped men's pajama top that she was wearing that was several sizes too big on her. Clearly, this was one of Will's pajama tops. The hem of the top ended about mid-thigh. "Thanks, Dad. I'll take him," she said with a croaky voice.

Bill noticed that despite the baggy top she was wearing, her heavy milk-laden breasts gently swayed from side-to-side as she walked to the rocking chair that had been moved into the makeshift nursery for just this reason. He also noticed that the crotch of his pants was suddenly a bit too tight. Bill turned his back to her and said, "I'll go back to the living room to give you some privacy."

Ellen grabbed a quilt, placed it over her legs, and arranged Billy in the crook of her right arm. "Nonsense, Dad. Please sit down and visit with me...that is, if you're not too embarrassed to stay."

Ellen unbuttoned the top three buttons of the pajama top and briefly exposed her right breast before Billy hungrily latched onto the nipple. Although Bill had only gotten a brief view of her dark, thick nipple, he now had a nice view of her ample right orb along with just a bit of cleavage that also showed a hint of the swell of her left breast. Those are perfect, he thought to himself. He realized he was staring at Ellen's chest and quickly looked up at her face. She was staring straight into Bill's eyes and a big smile spread across her face. Bill was mortified and turned bright pink.

"Don't be embarrassed, Dad. It's only natural for a man to be interested in what's inside a woman's blouse."

"Yeah, maybe," he stammered, "but, you're my daughter-in-law." Bill quickly sat down in the leather chair across from Ellen and the baby to hide his stiffening penis.

"But I'm still a woman and you're still a man." Her smile went from a knowing, naughty smile to more of a warm, loving smile. "Anyway, I miss having a man look at me that way. I haven't seen Will since October '43." Her eyes grew wide as she thought about it. "It's been a full year."

Billy was making loud suckling noises. She looked down at him and said, "Anyway, boys never seem to lose their interest in women's breasts."

Ellen looked at the clock on the mantle and then asked Bill, "What are you doing awake at 4:30 in the morning?"

"I'll be milking the cows in a few minutes. You'll hear them start complaining soon when their bags get too full and sore."

Ellen smiled. "I know the feeling!"

Bill returned her knowing smile and continued. "I usually get up before the the chickens." He quietly laughed at his own joke. "I really don't require that much sleep. It's just the way my body works. It's a nice problem to have when one is a dairy farmer."

Ellen made a statement, but it was really a question, "Mom seems to need a lot more sleep."

"True. She goes to bed early and sleeps in most mornings to eight o'clock or so. It's the reason we probably only had Will and not more children." Bill suddenly realized what he had said, and the implications of the statement and he began to blush once again.

Ellen didn't respond, but she caught the meaning. Bill and Martha didn't appear to have much of a romantic relationship and apparently hadn't had one for a long time. She thought to herself, how sad it is that two people can be so close and yet so far away, and my love is so far away and so close to my heart. She gave Bill a sad smile and looked down at Billy who had fallen asleep with Ellen's nipple in his mouth.

"Someone has fallen asleep." Ellen moved the quilt off her lovely legs and leaned forward in preparation of standing up from the rocking chair. Her heavy breasts rocked forward and as she stood; the fabric of the pajama top opened revealing the dark erect nipples of both breasts. She looked toward the crib giving Bill a long, safe view of her full breasts. She placed Billy in the crib and leaned far over the safety rail to give Billy a peck on the cheek, which caused the fabric of the top to ride way up the backs of her legs, not quite exposing her round, fit rump. She then buttoned the top as she turned around to Bill. "Good night, Dad. Thanks for keeping me company."

"Good night, Ellen. Sweet dreams." When she had exited the room, he used his hand to relieve the awkward position of his fully engorged penis giving himself some much-appreciated relief. He went to the back door and pulled his work coat and hat off the hooks. He had a date with his girls in the barn. As soon as he opened the door, the cows began to bay and complain.

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"Cream and sugar in your coffee, dear?" Martha asked Ellen as she entered the kitchen. Martha was humming and flittering around the kitchen, obviously in a good mood.

"Please."

"I'm making biscuits and the hens laid 16 eggs yesterday, so we'll have fresh eggs as well. They won't lay as many when it gets cold, so we better enjoy them while we have them."

"Sounds lovely." Ellen had not had eggs for at least a year. There were shortages in the cities, and it seemed too much of a luxury when her love was risking his life in Europe for the free world. "Where's Dad?"

"Oh, sweetie, he usually works out in the barn or fields until breakfast. His internal clock will tell him it's time to eat." Martha placed a piping hot cup of coffee in front of Ellen. "How many times did Billy get up last night?"

"Just once. He's sleeping pretty good now." Right on cue Billy began to fuss from Bill's study. Just as Ellen began to rise from her chair, Bill entered the house through the back door. He heard Billy's cries and said, "I'll get him." A few seconds later he entered the kitchen carrying Billy.

"I'll change him for you if you show me where you're keeping the clean diapers."

"Come on, Dad." She took Billy into the crook of her left arm and reached back with her right hand. She took Bill's left hand in her right hand, and they walked down the hall together. When they reached his study she said, "Mom told me to put diapers in the bottom drawer here." Ellen removed a changing pad and a clean diaper. She turned to Bill and said, "Please go get a warm washcloth for me." When Bill returned, Ellen had placed Billy on the pad and had removed the pins from the diaper. "Don't forget that little boys love to pee just as soon as you remove their diaper. I suggest strategic quickness!" Ellen smiled at Bill. "You boys and your penises." She blushed but was enjoying the familiarity with Bill.

"Actually, I don't ever remember changing Will. Men just didn't do that sort of thing back in the twenties."

"I guess not." She looked down at Billy. "Okay, well, make sure you clean him well. She began to wipe him with the washcloth holding his little bottom off the pad. Once you have him clean, slide the fresh diaper underneath him, sprinkle some talc on his bottom so he won't get a rash, and then fold the diaper just...like...that." She looked up at Bill who was concentrating like there would be a test afterwards. She smiled. "Okay, now the tricky part. Putting in the safety pins without sticking him or yourself." She slid the first pin in and handed him the second pin. "Okay, your turn." She watched him fumble with the pin in his big, work scarred hands, but he managed to get it fastened without a mishap. "Good. You'll get better."

She picked up Billy and walked over to the rocking chair to feed him. She began to unbutton her pajama top when Bill said, "I'm going to get coffee."

Ellen asked, "Will you please bring my coffee in here for me?"

Bill looked down in time to see Ellen's left nipple. It was erect and the areola was twisted and tight. There was a drop of milk threatening to drop from the tip. "Sure, honey."

Bill returned soon after carrying two cups of coffee. He sat down across form Ellen and Billy. He noted that Ellen had not placed a blanket on her beautiful legs like she had the night before. They were smooth and toned. The pale skin of her thighs was on display. Bill crossed his legs to ensure that the tent forming in his pants would not be evident to Ellen. He quietly sipped on his coffee watching this beautiful woman nurse his grandchild.

Ellen was aware that Bill was watching her. She kind of liked being admired by a man again. She was also aware that Bill had crossed his legs and she was pretty sure she knew why. It's nice to know I still can have that effect on men. She looked up into Bill's face. He was staring at her chest. She lowered her eyes so as not to embarrass him. "Did you sit with Mom when she nursed Will?"

"Oh! No. She would have never allowed that. Martha is very modest." He looked as if he was considering something. He looked at the open door and then turned back to Ellen. He whispered, "I'll let you in on a little secret." He turned to the door once again to confirm that no one was listening. "I've never seen Martha naked."

Ellen was shocked. "What?"

Bill put his finger to his lips. "Shhhh." He nodded his head and whispered. "It's true. We only...you know...with the lights off and the curtains drawn. And, we haven't done that in a long time, either."

Ellen had a genuinely sad look on her face. "Golly."

"Yep."

Ellen thought, no wonder he can't take his eyes off me. I wonder if he's ever seen a woman's body. She made up her mind right there to rectify this egregious penalty that Martha had imposed on her husband.

"I don't know why I told you that. Can that just stay our little secret?"

"Of course, Dad." She removed Billy from her breast and put him over her shoulder to burp him. After a few firm pats on his back, he burped loudly. They both smiled. "That's a big man."

Martha walked into the nursery and eyed her husband and then looked at Ellen. She turned back to Bill and asked, "How many eggs do you want, dear? I have plenty."

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After dinner that evening the four of them settled into the living room to listen to the evening lineup on CBS. Bill preferred CBS because he thought that Edward R. Murrow was the best newsman in Europe, and he trusted their reports of the war more than any other.

"We'll return to Thanks To the Yanks brought to you by Camel Cigarettes right after this news update."

The three adults turned to face the radio as if somehow, they could see the announcer. Bill reached for the dial to turn up the volume as the signal faded and hiss emitted from the speaker. He adjusted the frequency dial and they heard, "This is...hiss...broadcasting live from the New York studios of the Columbia Broadcasting System...hiss."

Bill adjusted again and the voice became clear. "Wendell Wilkie, lawyer, corporate executive and 1940 Republican presidential candidate died today of an apparent heart attack. He was 52 years old."

Bill said, "Hmm."

"In war news, the American push to the Siegfried line got another boost today as elements of the 1st Infantry Division pushed German troops out of the village of Haaren, Germany near the key German city of Aachen." The ladies looked at one another with the mention of "1st Infantry Division." The announcer continued, "In other news from the European Theatre of Operations, on the Estonian island of Saaremaa there was heavy fighting between retreating German troops and red Soviet forces..."

Bill lowered the volume and said to no one in particular, "I'm sure Will is fine." He smiled at the ladies. "It sounds like they may be in Berlin before Christmas, although, that may be too much to hope for."

Ellen said, "I sure hope so." She bounced Billy on her knee. "This little man needs to meet his father and I, for one, couldn't think of a better Christmas present than that!"

Martha moved from the couch to sit next to Ellen and Billy. She hugged Ellen and said, "He'll be home soon, sweetheart."

Bill lit his pipe. "They've got Jerry on the run." He blew a smoke ring. "Yes, sir. They've got old Jerry on the run."

Martha reached over and took Billy from Ellen. "I'll get him changed and ready for bed." She looked down at Ellen as she stood. "Do you want to feed him one more time before bedtime."

Ellen said, "Thanks, Mom. I'll be right in."

Martha spun and her skirt twirled around her as she headed down the hall.

Ellen was quiet for a long while and finally asked, "Dad, do you really think the war will be over by Christmas?"

Bill lit his pipe again, took a long draw, and blew out the smoke through his nostrils. He was carefully considering his answer. "Well, honey, Patton's Third Army is giving them hell." His cheeks turned red, and he said, "Pardon my French."

Ellen smiled. "It's okay, Dad. I've heard some French before. I am married to your son."

Bill smiled. "If you say so." He took another puff from his pipe. "As I was saying, Patton is pressing in from the West and the Soviets are making good progress in the East. If Monty's Operation Market Garden had been successful in September, I would say, 'yes,' the war would be over by Christmas. But those damn - uh, sorry again." His cheeks weren't quite as red this time. "Those limeys never seem to be able to keep up with our boys." Bill's pipe had gone out once again. He lit it and continued, "I'd say that Ike is doing a great job, but if he'd just get Monty out of Patton's way and let him run the war in Europe, our boys would be home a whole lot sooner."

Ellen's eyes teared up.

Bill put his pipe in the ashtray and walked over and sat next to Ellen on the couch. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, no, Dad. Don't be silly." She pressed her breast into his chest and hugged him tight. He was embarrassed that he delighted in the soft, firmness of her bosom pressed against him. "I'm being a silly goose because no one tells me the truth about the war. Everyone always tells me what I want to hear, but you're different. You treat me like a woman, not a scared little schoolgirl." She pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him again. "Thanks for treating me like a woman."