After 5 years in the Marines, serving much of the time in the Middle East, I decided it was time to leave the war torn area and have a life back in America. I was happy to return to the civilized world, where there are no destroyed buildings, rampant famine, and nonstop fighting.
I arrived home in Atlanta, GA, late afternoon. I was dirty, hungry, and tired. Elena, my father's wife, opened the door for me with a warm smile, "Honey, we missed you so much. Last time I saw you, you were much skinnier. Now your broad shoulders can barely fit through the door."
I kissed her forehead, left my stuff on the floor, grabbed clean underwear, and went to the bathroom to take a long, badly needed shower. As I undressed, Elena called through the closed door, "Joe, you must be famished. What can I make for you?"
"Any sandwich with a couple of eggs be fine."
"Eggs for dinner? Are you sure you don't want meat? I can make you a steak. It won't take too much time."
"Elena, whatever you say. Shower and a good rest are more important."
I showered thoroughly and then lay in the tub for another 20 minutes, enjoying the relaxing hot water. I almost fell asleep when I heard Elena's voice, "Honey, are you OK? Your dinner is ready."
"I'll be right there." I dried up, wore shorts with a tight tee shirt, and exited the foggy bathroom.
Elena's eyes inspected me up and down, and she mumbled, "Honey, you left us as a growing child and returned as a huge, handsome hunk." I grinned.
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My mother died of breast cancer when I was 12 years old. Dad and I were devastated. I lost my concentration, and my scores at school declined dramatically. It took me almost a year to get over it and become a better student.
Dad remarried 2 years later with his secretary, Elena. Back then she was a young woman, 27 years old. I remember wondering why she married a 23 year her senior, but I assumed she knew him well as a good boss with pleasant personality and decided they were a good match.
Elena's appearance was the opposite of Mom's: My mother was taller, with an athletic body, long black hair, and dark eyes. Unlike her, Elena's hair was brown and wavy, her eyes hazel, and her body more voluptuous. I didn't understand how Dad could love 2 such different women.
Elena was always nice to me. From day 1 she helped me any way she could. One story that always popped into my mind happened when I was 15. One day I came home from school upset at the teacher for humiliating me in front of my classmates for not doing my homework. I was angry and broke the most expensive vase in the house. Elena hugged me, gave me a large piece of chocolate cake with ice cream, and when my father arrived home, she cried and apologized saying SHE broke the vase.
When I was a senior in high school, I celebrated my 18th birthday with several of my friends. We weren't supposed to drink alcohol, but we did anyway. At one point Larry announced loudly, "Damn Joe, your step-mother is a real hottie!". Two of my friends agreed while the others stared at me to see my reaction. I wasn't sure what to say and just laughed out loud. I forgot about it shortly after, but the same night, I had a weird dream. As I was taking a shower, Elena barged into the bathroom, ignored me, and peed. When she was done, she noticed me standing naked under the pouring water and smiled, 'Honey, since I am already here, I can do your back.' I was paralyzed and didn't say anything. She undressed, moved behind me, soaped my backside, and turned me around to do my front. Her hands moved slowly down from my chest to my tummy and my junk. My dick was rock-hard, and she rubbed it, saying it was beautiful. I woke up and jacked off...
Since that time, I began paying more attention to Elena. I realized Larry was right. Elena was in her 30s, but her face was still pretty and wrinkle-free. In the rare times she wasn't wearing a robe, her figure looked impressive with wide hips, narrow waist, and a massive rack. One weekend, she was away doing shopping, and I went through her drawers. Her bras were mostly the soft type, with the label showing D or DD cups. Some of her panties were hi-cut, but the majority were low-cut, sheer ones. They had a floral smell. I was hooked, and later on, my wet dreams had one motive: Elena and me in different scenarios.
After high school, I registered at the local college and lived at home. However I was bored and frankly tired of so many years of studying that I was looking for something else. I heard about the option of joining the Marines from my uncle, who served in Vietnam. I thought about it for about a week and decided to join. Dad was unhappy, and Elena attempted to change my mind, but I was determined. In retrospect, the 3 reasons I did it were to serve our country, being fed up with school, and... get away from Elena, who became my obsession.
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I joined the Marines 5 years ago, at age 22, hoping to make a difference. Back then I was naive and thought America was fighting a just war against extremists in Iraq and Afghanistan. I had no political agenda. I only wished to help our country win, establish reasonable democracies in these countries and come back to live normally the rest of my life. However, after serving my years, initially as a soldier and later as a specialist in cyber security, my mind changed. America's intention might have been noble, but the countries in the Middle East were not ready for democracy. The corruption was rampant, and only the strong people survived. Life was much less appreciated than in the western world, and we saw robbery and killings all the time, even during times of relative peace. So, after 5 years, I chose to leave the area and come back to normal.
During my years in service, I visited home only 2 times, last one was 3 years ago. All my short vacations I spent with team friends in other countries: Japan, India, and a couple of European countries.
When I was away, I continued having Elena on my mind, especially during sleepless nights. While other soldiers fantasized about famous actresses or pornstars, I craved burying my head between my stepmother's huge tits and having my cock sucked by her plump lips.
On my way home, I knew my fantasies would never be accomplished. After all, Elena was my father's wife. The trouble was that other women did not appeal to me...
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I ate my tasty meal, and my eyes concentrated on Elena. She wore a long pink robe that hid her assets, but her pretty face, full lips, and sultry smile were enough to remind me why she starred in my dreams.
She noticed me inspecting her face and asked with a smile, "You are staring at me. Do I look much older since you left?"
"Quite the opposite; like Michelle Pfeiffer and Diane Lane, you are prettier now than before, when you were younger."
She blushed, "Honey, after being in the roughest areas of the world, I expected you to lose your manners. I see you've become a gentleman. Where have you learned to compliment like that?"
I laughed, "Elena, nobody in the Marines teaches manners. What I said, I really meant it. You are a beautiful woman and I hope Dad appreciates what he's got."
She had tears in her eyes and turned her back to me. I asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
She hesitated, and I could hardly hear her, "No honey, it's not you. It's me."
I felt terrible; I was at home less than an hour and had already managed to make the woman I loved cry.
I returned to my room and stayed there until Dad arrived. He was happy to see me, and said, "Joe, you left a child and came back a man. I am proud of you." I sat with him at the table when he ate his dinner. He looked tired and older compared to 3 years ago. His bald spot was bigger, and he developed a belly. I tried to be nice and commented, "Dad, you look good. You haven't changed much."
He chuckled, "When was the last time you had your eyes checked? I lost hair and gained weight." He turned to Elena and continued, "But my wife is as gorgeous as ever. Don't you think?"
"Dad, she is perfect. I always thought so and now I am sure."
Elena's face turned ruby-red, "Guys, enough about me. Joe, you were away for 3 years since last time we saw you. Tell us some of your adventures in the desert."
"The place I was based in, was boring most of the time: Relative quiet as we monitored the population for hostile activities. There were few skirmishes and confrontations with extremists, guerilla groups, and ISIS, but most of the battles you heard about happened in other areas. In my last year I joined a small unit that dealt with cyber security. Guys, I just arrived home. My plan is to rest for 2 weeks and then try to look for cyber security work in the private sector. I never studied the subject in college, but I went to 2 courses in the army, and I am sure my experience can be valuable to certain companies."
My father grinned, "I wasn't happy when you decided to join the Marines rather than finish college, but right now I agree and support your plan. On another subject: The game between the Hawks and the Knicks is about to start. Interested?"
"I haven't watched basketball in a long time. I'll sit down, but I am tired and will likely leave before the end to go to sleep."
