*The love of family is never lost; it is thrown away*
(This is NOT a tender story about a Son and Mother sexually reconnecting after years apart. This story is about the perception of sexuality, breaking through the walls we build up and a Man coming to grips with a side of himself he's never been forced to confront and the women who help him get there -- yes he will have sex with his mom eventually, so there.)
(To the 'friend' of Major Grey for pointing out what you do to get the Silver Star as well as the Bronze Star)
(Not too much later that morning)
*
I am drying myself next to my bed after Heidi and I have finished showering when Mom pops in. She slaps Heidi in her ass and flops on the bed. She has on some khaki shorts and a black tank top that reveals she is wearing a black, see-through bra we had bought from Heidi's store only yesterday. It is bad enough seeing it on hanger; to imagine my Mom's massive titties trying to burst out of the damn things is eerie.
"I'm wearing the matching panties too," Mom teases me, "though this thong is going to take some getting used to." Now I have this image of her huge, muscular ass cheeks choking the existence out of a piece of flimsy silky fabric stuck in my mind. I have to do something.
"Heidi, aren't you going to get dressed?" I change the subject.
"Do I have to?" she perks up to the point that he nipples bounce hypnotically before my eyes.
"Stay naked," Mom smirks at me, "but you have to bend over at the waist and touch your toes every ten seconds if you do." Heidi puts her back to me, bends over with the aid of wrapping her arms around her knees and bends over. Her hair cascades down to the floor while she looks between her open legs and smiles at me.
"Like this?" she giggles as I moan and shift my cock inside my jeans.
"No, you have to put some clothes on," I insist. Heidi pouts and stands back up.
"Damn," Mom bitches. She slides off the bed and walks over to Heidi, putting an arm on her shoulder. "Can I have a gun?"
"What!" I gasp. "No! Last time you had a gun bad things happened." Things like the death of my father/her husband.
"I'll trade you my bitch here," Mom offers me surprisingly eager and highly submissive Heidi, "and a pack of smokes."
"You can't trade me Heidi," I grumble. I want to say 'she's a human being' but I know that's going to fly like a lead balloon. "She's mine," I tell Mom. "Heidi, get over here." Mom and I match wills yet again before she winks and pushes the white haired nymph to me. Heidi stumbles slightly then rapidly shuffles to my side.
"Bad girl," I spank her ass hard enough to shake her. I have no idea where that came for and I'm rather horrified about it too. Heidi yips. I want to turn, comfort her and tell her I'm sorry but she is rubbing up against me like a happy little kitten before I can respond. Heidi looks up at me adoringly so she misses Mom's amused snort and mouthing 'freak' to me.
"You will wear something," I insist to Heidi, "in this house. Understood?" Heidi nods vigorously and Mom waves us both off, washing her hands of the episode, and leaves. I quickly finish getting dressed and head downstairs as well. I am cooking up the group of us -- my suddenly expanded household -- when Heidi comes down dressed as well.
Or, I imagine, dressed in a Heidi-like fashion. She is wearing a black bustier with gossamer cups, black fishnet thigh high stockings and black ballet slippers. That's it -- nothing more. No panties, skirt, tunic or sarong. Her beautiful bald pussy is right there in the open screaming 'come get me'.
Mom looks up from the paper. I notice she is squinting. I'd seen it yesterday when she looked at the computer screen but I had other problems at the time.
"You told her to get dressed," Mom chuckles. "She got dressed so no bitching."
"That's dressed?" I stammer.
"Fine, I'll take care of it," Mom shrugs. She turns to Heidi who remains her normally upbeat self. "Is that dildo with the bumps on it a vibrator too?"
"Yes...Sienna," Heidi confirms. Mom motions Heidi forward and when she gets there, smacks Heidi's ass.
"Go get it damn it," Mom chuckles. Heidi gives a 'meep!' then skips off -- and I mean skips off like a little school girl -- to get her sex toy. I second later she runs back around the corner like hell itself was coming for her only to stop in front of me. I look past her before meeting her gaze.
"Yes?" I questioned
"Do you want me to go get the vibrator?" Heidi asks fearfully. Mom starts laughing.
"Okay -- yeah -- sure," I worry. Heidi seems terribly relieved. As she turns to leave, "Heidi, how old are you?"
"Would it make you happy if I told you I was eighteen?" giddy with whatever frightened her having evaporated away.
"Sure...I guess," Then, "wait, I gave you liquor," I pointed out.
"Oh, in that case I'm twenty-one," she beamed happiness my way. "Do you want me to say I'm older?"
"No...no," I sigh, "Let us stick with the lies we are using right now." Heidi skips off again, happy as a clam. Once she's safely bounding upstairs, Mom's chest heaves with mirth.
"Son, I tried to tell you -- she's a freak," Mom said with surprising patience. "She's got no home, or if she does, she's a squatter and that means no light or electricity. She stores her belongings somewhere no doubt."
"How do you know this?" I questioned.
"Eventually they get caught robbing a place, get strung out on drugs, or become prostitutes because they've got no one and nobody," Mom explains. "People like her get eaten alive once they get inside," I assumed 'inside' means prison. "Or on the outside, they end up disappearing because no one gives a fuck about them."
"Fuck Mom, what am I supposed to do?" I groan. Mom gave me a steely glare.
"You look like your Dad but you are not your Dad," Mom declares. "You served and you didn't have to; you served as a grunt when you could have been an officer, you were in combat when your Grandfather could have kept you safe and you dashed over open ground to save men in your unit while the rest kept to cover -- I read about how you won your Bronze Star, Joshua and I was and am very proud of you."
"Beverly men have served since the Spanish American War," I shrug. I had grown up seeing the pictures of those ancestors hanging around the house growing up. "Dad..."
"Your father would never have served in combat, Josh. I adored him, loved him but in the end, he wasn't the man he portrayed to the world," Mom says.
"His last betrayal wasn't his first," she continues. "I tried to get your grandparents to see it but they wouldn't. If I divorced him I would have lost both of you...which happened anyway, I know. You and Natalie think being raised by your grandparents was rough? Being raised by your Father would have been worse."
We hear Heidi coming back downstairs.
"Maybe we can finish this conversation later," Mom sighs. "You need to clean out some of your closet and drawer space."
