Helen Baxter was nervous about seeing the doctor. She
would not normally have gone to see him, especially as
she was not ill as such, but she was worried and
nervous all the time. She sat in front of him, and
explained that she had not been sleeping well since her
husband had shipped off for Iraq. She was worried about
him, and refused to watch the evening news, and she lay
awake at nights, waiting for the phone to ring with
news.
The doctor knew that for a first time war wife like
Helen, these anxious moments would continue for the
first few weeks of her husband's deployment. Once he
was away longer, or if he did a second tour, then she
would be less worried on a day to day basis, once she
realized that there was nothing she could do to make
the days go faster. He gave her a prescription for
sleeping tablets, and recommended that she come back
and see him in a month.
Helen went home, and made dinner for her son, Jeff, who
was a good looking 14 year old. They watched some shows
on the TV, and then they went to bed, Helen taking a
pill before she went to sleep.
When Helen woke up in the morning, she felt rested for
the first time in weeks. The next night, she again took
a pill, and again awoke rested. This pattern continued
for some time. After about a week, Helen woke up, but
now she felt worn out, and her legs and stomach ached.
At first, Helen was not worried about these odd
symptoms, but as the week continued, and she continued
to wake up sore and tired, with aching limbs, stomach,
abdomen and even her breasts began to ach. She got
worried again and went back to see her doctor.
She explained the new symptoms, and he was perplexed.
The symptoms she described did not occur with these
pills, they were quite common sleeping pills, and had
been tried and tested for over a decade. Never had he
ever heard of these symptoms before. After some
thought, he switched her prescription to a completely
different line of pills, with different drugs involved.
Helen went home, and took her new pills. She again
slept through the night, but woke with tired limbs, a
sore abdomen, and sore breasts! She immediately went
back to her doctor, and explained everything again.
"Really Mrs. Baxter, these symptoms you describe should
not be occurring with either of these drugs! Let along
for both of them! Let me take a sample of your blood
and I will call you tomorrow. In the mean time, I want
you to stop taking any form pills. Just try to sleep
naturally tonight!"
Helen went home again, and when night time came, she
went to bed and did not take her pills. Strangely
enough, she managed to drop off to sleep within a few
minutes, and slept for a good while, more than she had
before taking the pills. About midnight, however, she
awoke to a strange sound.
Her door had opened, and someone was entering her room.
Half drowsy, she turned, but before she could react or
speak, her son Jeff had slipped naked into bed with
her! In a matter of seconds, Jeff was on top of her,
pushing up her night dress, and inserting his penis
into her vagina! Oh good, no, she suddenly realized why
she had been sore all these nights! It was not the
pills, he was raping her in her sleep!
Helen screamed, and Jeff, realizing that his mother was
awake, bolted from the room. Helen jumped out of bed,
chasing after him, but he made it to his room, and
bolted the door, throwing the chair under the handle to
stop her. Helen threw herself against the door,
repeatedly screaming in rage, but she was a slight
women, and the door was strong, and she just kept
bouncing off it until she felt her shoulder was going
to fall off. Instead, Helen just started weeping,
falling to the floor beside his door, begging him to
tell her why he had done it to her.
After a couple of hours of pleading with her son to
open his door and speak to her, Helen finally gave up,
and went back to her own room, locking her own door for
the first time ever, and putting a chair under it's
handle as well.
Neither party spoke to the other for several days, in
fact, they both remained in their respective rooms,
only coming out to grab some food hurriedly, and then
run back to their bunker to hide from the other. Helen
telephoned in sick to work. In fact, she was feeling
physically sick, as well as mentally sick, so she was
justified in her claim that she was beyond work at the
moment.
She did not know what Tom was doing about school, and
she did not care. When the school telephoned on the
first day that he had not come in, she gave them an
excuse, on the second, she gave an either more lame
excuse, then on the third, she just told them she did
not care.
On the fourth day, Helen left the house to see the
doctor again. She was vomiting now, and wanted some
answers. The doctor however was looking at her like
something that had crawled out from under a rock. And
when she tried to describe her latest symptoms, he shut
he down straight away!
"Mrs. Baxter, I know that you war wives get lonely, but
really, wasting my time on your idiotic attempts to
hide your condition! And really, how long has your
husband been gone, two months! You must have either
found his replacement the day after he left, or close
to it! You disgust me!"
"How dare you talk to me like that! What do you mean!"
"Your aching muscles! Caused by the drugs! Well, when
your having rough and active sex every night, your
muscles will ache! And if your going to fool around
whilst your husband is gone, use protection! The pain
in your groin is because you have the clap, and the
vomiting you have just described is common in women
four weeks pregnant!"
The clap! Pregnant, oh god, the little bastard had
given her VD and gotten her pregnant whilst she slept!
She was going to kill him when she got home, even if
she had to buy an axe on the way home! But Helen could
not tell the doctor that she was pregnant with the
child of her own son, or that he had infected her.
Instead, he gave her a prescription for the VD, and the
address of a clinic who would help her out. He also
suggested she get an abortion straight away, before her
neighbors found out she was pregnant and told her
husband. He then asked her to leave and find herself a
new doctor since he no longer wanted to be her treating
doctor!
Helen slunk out of the consulting rooms, and hurried
home to confront her son. But when she got there, she
found he had emptied some clothes into a bag, taken a
couple of hundred dollars they had hidden for
emergencies from behind a book, and was gone.
***
Helen had the abortion, and got her VD dealt with, all
the time worried about her son, who had dropped off the
face of the earth. Several weeks went by, and she had
to admit to the school that he had run away, blaming
the fact on her husband being overseas and them having
a fight. She told no one what the fight was about. The
police got a missing persons report, and she asked them
not to tell her husband, as she did not want him to
worry in Iraq.
After about a month, Jeff was picked up stealing from a
store downtown. He appeared in court, and Helen had to
appear and vouch that he would be living at home,
despite the fact that she was worried about what might
happen. But she did not want him going into care, and
the judge gave him a one year bond to be voided if he
left home.
On the way home, they drove in silence, but Helen made
a stop at the VD clinic. Jeff looked at her. "You gave
me the clap, so go inside and get yourself tested,
now!" she hissed, the first recognition between them
about what had happened. "I can't go inside, they know
I had the clap, and if you have the same strain, and
they know I'm your mother, then what do you think
they'll conclude. So just walk in and get some medicine
for it!"
Jeff was silent whilst they drove home. When they got
there, he went straight to his room, and Helen went to
hers, and they both looked their doors again that
night.
For the next two weeks, Helen and her son shared a
house but barely talked to each other, Jeff went to
school again, Helen was at work, and at night, they ate
alone in their rooms, and went to bed with the doors
locked.
***
Helen was starting to feel the strain of this
relationship. Being married to a professional soldier,
she had always been ready to move house every few
years, to have few friends, and to only see her husband
sporadically. Instead, as many such women did, she had
invested a lot of time in her relationship with her
son, and she felt betrayed by his actions. Jeff had not
only been her son, and a major part of her life, he had
been her best friend! Now, they barely talked beyond
grunts, and they never made eye contact anymore.
The worst of it was, that she entered her sixth month
of separation from her husband, she knew that she was
entering what other wives called the long stretch of
the tour, when the end seemed as far away as the
beginning. She attended the wives meetings held by the
local women's association, and many of the more
experienced wives spoke of how this was the time when
they felt the most vulnerable. She had been warned to
remain on the look out for the creeps, as the wives
called them, men who preyed on war wives.
They would come out and approach her at the local
supermarket, near the base when she went for a
briefing, anywhere where they might expect a lonely,
worried war wife to appear. They wanted to get in her
pants, she had been told. They wanted a quick, no
trouble affair, and then, when her husband reappeared,
they would disappear, leaving her with the guilt and
the worry that she might be pregnant or have the clap,
or that she might have been seen and someone might have
told her husband, and he was coming home angry and all
pent up with rage against her.
It was like AA, she realized. They gave her a bunch of
telephone numbers, of other wives, to ring if she ever
got the urge to go out and find someone. She was
supposed to ring them, and be talked out of getting
herself into trouble. But how could she tell them that
she had already been pregnant, and had the clap, since
her husband deployed. And when they said that her son
could be her greatest support, and that she should lean
on his shoulders, she almost burst out laughing. Trust
that bastard near her when she was vulnerable! Never!
But here she was, month six, and she was horny and
nervous. She still looked her door at night, but often
she lay awake, looking at the ceiling, thinking about
having a man between her legs. Oh god, another six
months. Her husband would get a furlough in that period
of cause, or she could fly to Italy or Greece and have
a furlough with him there, if she could find the money!
But what she really wanted right now was a cock in her
mouth and between her legs!
She heard Jeff going down the corridor, to get
something to eat or drink. Once she would have gone out
and told him to go back to bed. Instead, now, she just
listened, fearing that he might try something again.
Or, as she slowly realized, that she might want
something to happen!
The thought that she wanted her son to fuck her again,
only now with her consent, had been growing in her mind
the last few weeks. The main problem was not starting
something, but finishing it when the time came. After
all, she knew he wanted her. Seducing him would not be
the problem. But how could she start something and then
end it when her husband came home?
***
The seventh month came around, and Helen could no
longer deny that she desperately needed a good fuck.
She could not longer deny her urges, and she had
decided to use her son Jeff for the purpose. So, one
Friday night, as he watched TV, Helen came out of her
room wearing only a night gown.
Jeff looked over at his Mom, surprised that she was
wearing such a skimpy outfit.
"Jeff, we need to talk about this... this thing between
us," Helen started, slowly.
Jeff just grunted. Helen decided to go straight the
core of the problem.
"Jeff, it's clear you want to be my lover, that's why
you did what you did. And at the time I was upset. But
recent, I've, well, I've decided I might have been too
hasty in treating you the way I did."
Jeff looked over in surprise.
"You see, I think you recognized in me something that I
have just come to learn about myself. I need to have
sex, and regularly. Your father always took care of me
properly, but since he went overseas, well, I have come
to learn that I need more than an occasionally fuck and
some masturbation. You must have seen this and you were
just stepping into the role your father left you, being
the man of the house."
Both of them knew this was utter bull shit, but Jeff
recognized that his Mom needed to put this in terms her
mind could live with.
"And, well, I was too hasty as I said in rejecting what
you were offering. So I have decided we should try it
properly, with both of us awake and enjoying it, to see
if it's what we both want." With that, Helen stood up
and removed her night gown, leaving only her panties
on, her naked breasts pointed and her nipples hard in
the slight breeze coming through the house.
Jeff was a bit shocked, but stood up as well, and Helen
started on buckling his belt. "We are going to do this
properly, and if it's good for both of us, we will
discuss the new ground rules for the house, ok." Helen
said quietly, getting his buckle undone and then
sliding his pants to the ground. Jeff stood in his
underwear and lifted his arms as his mother undressed
him. Helen leaned forward and kissed his chest, feeling
his boy hairs tickle her nose. He tasted... nice, she
realized. He tasted very nice, as she caressed his
chest and kissed his nipples.
Jeff stepped out of his own underwear and stood naked
in front of his mother apart from his socks, as he
kicked off his shoes. Helen caressed his body, sliding
her own down the length of his teenage frame. He was
smooth in place her husband was hairy, his pubic hairs
were still growing in. His cock was starting to come to
attention from just his excitement and lust, and Helen
found her own excitement growing. This would be her
first proper fuck session in seven months and she was
too far gone now in her desires for a man, any man, to
worry about the long term consequences of her actions.
Helen sank to her knees in front of her son's penis,
and slowly leaned forward, looking up at his face as
she blew on the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out
and caressed the tip, playing with his piss hole.
Another lap and she brushed the end of her tongue
across his cock head. Again and again she played with
the end of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. The
boy was excited now, and Helen speared her mouth over
his cock, running about half his length into her mouth
and slapping it with her tongue again and again whilst
she suckled on his penis.
Jeff reached down and gripped his mother by her head.
The irony was that whilst he had fucked her, he had
never had a blow job or experienced foreplay. He had
always just gone for her vagina when she was asleep.
His one fuck outside of the mother/son arena, with an
older girl at school in exchange for $50, had been a
disappointment, and ultimately, he had discovered, had
led to him becoming infected with VD. Now he was
learning that there was as much fun in the preliminary
sessions as there was in the consummation of the sex
act.
Helen was now sucking on her son's cock with abandon,
letting her tongue slip and cross over the boy's member
regularly, coating it in spit and saliva. Helen loved
cock sucking, and she was discovering that her son
loved it too. In fact, his young, immature cock was
nicely sized for the act of fellatio, Helen realized.
Her husband Barry had a fat, short cock, that filled
the front of her mouth, but failed to reach the rear.
Her son had a long, thinner cock, that allowed Helen to
play with the penis like she preferred.
At school, Helen had been renowned for her fellatio,
but since her marriage, she had gotten out of practice
with the art form. Barry was very much a suck-suck,
blow his wad man. Jeff seemed to have better stamina,
Helen decided, as she let her tongue tease the end of
his cock. He could reach into her mouth and tickle her
throat like she liked, but at the same tie, being
thinner, she could let her tongue wrap around his cock,
and slide up and down.
Whilst Jeff might have good stamina, nobody in creation
could resist Helen's mouth for too long. Helen felt him
stiffen and he tried to withdraw, but she gripped his
cock with her mouth and felt the first blast of his cum
hit her throat. More and more semen speared out,
coating her throat still she started to gag.
Then the boy started to calm down and after a few more
ropes of his boy cum popped into her mouth, Helen felt
him start to soften. Soften, but not deflate, she
realized. He was still half hard. Helen swallowed her
son's cum, clearing her throat of the sticky fluids.
Helen let his cock drop from her mouth and smiled up at
her son. "You see Jeff, when both parties are awake and
eager for sex, it can be a lot more fun than a quick
fuck in the dark!"
"Mom, you the best. I'm so sorry I raped you... it
just... I wanted you so badly and .... "Jeff started to
cry, the feeling they had kept bottled up for months
coming out of them both. Helen also started to cry, not
because of what she had done, but because her son had
become a man and all it had caused him was grief.
"Now baby, Mommy is sorry as well. She should have
talked to you a long time about what you did, not just
got angry. And see, Mommy has forgiven you. It became
obvious you wanted me, I just had to adapt to the idea.
Now, Mommy is going to show you the next part of how to
win a women as your lover, not just take her as a sex
slave."
Helen took his cock back in her mouth, again enjoying
the feel of his cock between her lips, as she played
some more with his delightful member. But this time her
goal was not a wad of boy cum, she just wanted him
ready for the main event. When Helen felt that he was
hard enough, she dropped his cock from her mouth and
got up on the sofa, spreading her legs. Normally she
would have demanded Barry do a tit for tat on her
pussy, but for this first proper time with Jeff, she
decided to keep it simple.
"Come on Tiger, fuck Mommy's pussy properly. No rush
this time, just ease it in, and then Mommy will talk
you through it." Jeff got between his Mom's wide spread
legs and entered her vagina. He had been there before,
but never with her consent or guidance. His earlier
fucks had been for his own gratification, but now, as
she felt his cock push further and further inside her,
Helen started to give her son advice on where to aim
the head of his cock, on how to grip her waist for more
strength and traction on his thrusts.
As Jeff shoved his full depth inside her, and Helen
felt stuffed and replete with a cock for the first time
in seven months, Helen wrapped her long legs around her
son's torso, allowing him to slide another inch inside
his mother.
The two lovers remain locked in their embrace, as Jeff
began to thrust harder and harder into his Mom. He had
never been able to go this hard when she had been
asleep, for fear of waking her. Now he realized that
with his partner being awake and helpful, the sex act
was far more enjoyable than his first crude attempts.
Jeff thrust harder and as fast as he could into his
mother, and Helen responded by gripping her sons'
shoulders and pulling him into her with her vice like
legs. Oh god, she thought, oh fucking shit, this was so
good, she wanted to scream.
It was not just the long time since her last fuck, but
Jeff was different than Barry. Again, Barry approached
sex like he did the Army, " take that objective", "get
there first with the most". Helen didn't mind, he often
brought her along for the final assault, so to speak,
but Jeff was different. Not just in the manner of his
cock, or the fact he was inexperienced and willing to
listen to her advice on how to fuck her, but because he
wanted to impress her, to show her that he was a good
lover, not a rapist. By trying to make amends, Jeff was
giving his Mom the best fuck of her life, not just as a
substitute for his absent dad, but as a lover should!
Helen felt an orgasm build within her, and she clamped
her head into her son's should, at first kissing him,
but then biting down hard. Again, at school, her
nickname had been the Vampire, not just because she
could suck cum from a stone if she tried, but also
because when she got really excited, she always bit her
lover's neck.
It was her thing, and Jeff yelped a bit as his Mom's
teeth cut through his skin. Helen sucked on the blood,
her legs becoming even more vice like as she felt
another orgasm start to build. Jeff, his legs pinned
between his mother's thighs, could not hold back
anymore, and he came in a long thick wad of cum, into
his mother vagina.
As the excitement of the second orgasm for both of them
subsided, Helen released her grip on her son's body and
he slumped down next to her, blood pouring from the new
wound on his should.
"What the fuck did you do that for Mom?" Jeff wailed,
inspecting the streaming wound.
"Stop bitching, it's a flesh wound. That's Mommy's
brand, baby. You belong to me now. Back in Nebraska, if
a girl saw that wound on a guy, she knew to keep her
legs closed, and to go away. I branded all my
boyfriend's like that. They were mine, as long as the
wound was fresh. So, you belong to me now honey. Nobody
else gets your cock but me, understand! I don't want
another case of VD!"
"Now I'm off to have a shower," Helen said, standing up
naked in front of her son, his cum running down her
legs. "You go tidy up as well then come to bed in
Mommy's room. You'll be sleeping in there till your dad
gets home!"
