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Coming Home
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

A teenager joins the military to get away from his home 
life, but a tragedy makes his mother realize how much 
she's taken for granted all those years. (MF, 1st, inc, 
military)

***

Author's Note: This story is very loosely based on Jane 
Fonda's 1978 movie Coming Home. In my teens I remember 
seeing part of this movie and what I took away from it 
was Jane Fonda's hot butt as she fucked Jon Voight in 
the cowgirl position. -drools- So for all intents and 
purposes, Jane Fonda's character is the mother in this 
story though I depict as a very different character. 
Enjoy ~ G]

***

When I was very young my mother had to start raising me 
alone. I don't remember what happened to my father - 
whether he died, just left or what - but my mother never 
talked about and forbid anyone else who knew to talk 
about it either.

I didn't have a happy childhood after my father 
"disappeared". My mother wasn't much of a mother. She 
didn't abuse me or anything like that, but she didn't 
provide me with mental or emotional support.

My mother did provided physical sort of. She worked, 
brought home food, but all she did when she was home was 
drink.

It wasn't easy. And as I got older it began to drive me 
crazy.

When I turned seventeen last year I'd had enough. I quit 
school and joined the army. I wanted to get as far away 
from my old life as I could, as far away from my mother 
as I could.

I trained hard. I pushed myself to the edge then pushed 
myself further. I finished at the top of my class at 
Boot Camp.

All of my hard work paid off. I was being shipped off to 
the war. I was going to be as far away as possible.

But things went horrible wrong right away. I was a 
natural born leader and I led my fellow soldiers into 
battle and the followed willingly.

It turned out to be a trap. I was able to get most of 
the soldiers to retreat and saved the others who got too 
close. That was one I took the bullet to my lower spine. 
That was all it took: one bullet.

Of course I got a Purple Heart for my bravery and 
sacrifice. I was sent to the best surgeon and he was 
able to remove the bullet without complications.

Unfortunately there was damage to my spine that would 
take a long time to heal. For that reason the doctor 
said my legs would be paralyzed until I recovered from 
my spinal injury.

I was given an Honorable Discharge from the Army and 
Disability checks until I recovered the use of my legs.

Unfortunately I was being sent back home. I didn't want 
to see my mother. Not because of what happened. I felt 
no shame in that, I did my duty and was proud of myself.

No, I didn't want to see my mother because she was the 
reason I had left and here I was back once more, damn 
it.

I didn't let the Army inform her of what happened. 
Instead I had them inform my grandmother - my father's 
mother - and I told her not to tell my mother. I asked 
if she could come pick me up at the airport.

So I was pretty pissed when I saw my mother waiting at 
the airport instead.

But then I saw that she had been crying. My mother 
looked pale and worried. About me? I found it hard to 
believe after all the years I only caring about herself.

"Oh, Honey!" My mother cried out as she fell to her 
knees and hugged me in my wheelchair. Of course I hugged 
her back. "I thought I had lost you! I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" I asked confused.

"It's all my fault. If-if I'd been a real mother to you 
all the years instead of pushing you away I wouldn't 
have pushed out and into harm's way. I was selfish all 
those years, I let you down. Can you ever forgive, son?"

Mom had changed. She really had, it was no act.

"Oh, mom, of course I forgive you!" I replied, hugging 
her again.

"Thank you!" She sobbed.

We held each other for a long, long time before mom 
rose, wiped away her tears then got a tissue and cleaned 
my face.

She got behind me and wheeled me out to the car. She 
helped me out of the wheelchair and into the passenger 
seat which wasn't too difficult since my upper body was 
still in top physical shape. Mom stowed my wheelchair in 
the back seat and we drove home.

I always knew mom was beautiful but as I listened to her 
talk and watched the sunlight stream across her youthful 
face I realized just how beautiful: Mom is tall and slim 
but shapely with obviously large breasts and long, wavy 
dirty blonde hair. She always wears sunglasses, these 
big framed things that look as big as her head I used to 
think. It would be easy to fall for mom if she wasn't my 
mom.

When we got home I noticed a handicap ramp had been 
installed for me. Mom told me my grandfather - my 
father's father - knew a guy he put built at the last 
minute for me.

Mom wheeled me up to the door, unlocked it and rolled me 
in.

The first thing I noticed was how spotless everything 
was. Mom must have noticed me noticing.

"As soon as your grandmother told me what happened I 
started cleaning. She knew I wasn't going to be able to 
do all by myself in time so she helped me out. She was a 
godsend."

Mom knelt next to the wheelchair. "I'm so glad you're 
home. It will be different this time."

I believed mom.

For the next few weeks my schedule composed of daily 
therapy for my back, supposedly to quicken the healing 
process as well as leg exercises to keep my legs from 
"shriveling up" the physical therapist joked. Haha I 
also went to the gym to keep working my arms and upper 
body.

At night mom would cook for me and then wheel me into 
the living room in front of the television as she washed 
dishes. I felt guilty about not being able to help but 
at least I was able to use the washer and dryer so I did 
the clothes two days a week.

During the same period of time mom was giving me sponge 
baths in bed. Mom would wash ALL of me, I didn't bother 
me to have her see me naked.

Then one day I asked mom why I wasn't taking real baths.

"I don't know. I guess I assumed it would be difficult 
to get in and out of the tub."

"Not really, mom," I replied. "Not that different than 
when I lift myself out of the wheelchair to get into 
bed."

"Well, we can try it tomorrow," Mom said. "At least I'll 
be there if anything goes wrong."

I'm not sure if I would categorize what did happen as 
something going wrong.

I undressed in my room in my wheelchair then wheeled 
myself naked to the bathroom. Mom oversaw as I lifted 
myself out of my wheelchair with ease and maneuvered 
myself onto the edge of the bathtub which mom had 
already added a small amount of water to.

Gripping the sides of the bathtub, I again easily 
lowered myself down into it. So far so good.

Mom moved my wheelchair out of the bathroom and closed 
the door. Not sure why.

"I don't want to take a chance of getting my clothes 
wet, I hope you don't mind me undressing, I've seen you 
naked every day for weeks now anyway."

I didn't really mind and didn't see a problem at the 
time. Mom undressed and I gawked at her naked, firm 
breasts with their pinkish-brown large areolaes and her 
light brown-haired pubes obscuring her womanhood between 
her firm thighs.

I caught a glimpse of her large but firm but too before 
it happened. IT being my cock getting hard.

Mom vocalized what I had already been thinking to 
myself. "I... I didn't know it could do that..."

I had assumed the paralysis of the legs affected my 
getting erections. Obviously my assumption was wrong.

Mom just stared at it for a while before she began to 
blush. She added more water to the bathtub before she 
started to wash my back for me while I washed everything 
else. Then mom drained the tub and rinsed me off.

Gripping the sides of the bathtub once more, I lifted 
myself up so mom could dry my back and butt then I sat 
on the back of the bathtub as she eased my legs out of 
it, drying them off as well as my arms, chest and abs 
and my still erect cock.

Mom kept staring at it which made my cock throb visibly 
[which mom had to notice] and my balls ache.

Once I was dry mom brought my wheelchair back in and I 
maneuvered myself back into it.

"That was easy," Mom laughed nervously.

"Did you ever have any doubt?" I retorted. We both 
laughed at that.

Mom wheeled me back to my bedroom without bothering to 
dress. As I lifted myself out of my wheelchair I noticed 
mom's nipples were now stiff [they were practically in 
my face as she stood next to me] & I could hear her 
breathing.

I maneuvered myself into bed & mom excused herself, 
saying good night & turning off my light.

I had a hard time sleeping. My cock never went down & I 
was feeling restless as Hell.

In the middle of the night I heard a rustling sound in 
the kitchen & I saw a shadow at my doorway. I turned on 
my bedside lamp. Of course it was mom at my open door 
holding her cotton robe closed around her.

"You couldn't sleep either?" Mom smiled nervously, eyes 
drifting to my erect cock.

"No."

"Still hard too," She pointed out.

I just nodded. "I know I should be sorry I caused that -
"

"Mom!"

She waved at me dismissively. "But I'm not. And I'm glad 
you're still hard for me."

With that, mom shrugged off her robe, naked underneath, 
& came over to my bed. She climbed onto my bed & 
straddled me.
	
Mom's hairy pussy hovered above my cock.

"I'm so wet," She whispered. She took my hand and put it 
between her legs. "Feel it..."

Of course mom was very wet. She whimpered softly.

"I've been aroused all night since I saw your huge hard 
on," Mom said huskily. "And masturbating hasn't helped."

I was shocked to hear mom say she masturbated. I was 
even more turned on as well. Mom's next words shocked 
and surprised me more.

"I know this will." She took hold of my throbbing cock 
and sank her hot pussy down around it.

We both gasped. Mom was so hot, wet and tight as a vise. 
She put her hands on my shoulders and began to move up 
and down on my cock. As she grew wetter she sank down 
further and further on my cock.

I slid my hands around mom and cupped her butt cheeks. I 
began to knead them as I leaned forward and sucked one 
nipple and then the other back and forth.

Mom moaned and slowly increased her pace. Her tits 
bounced on her chest as I kept on sucking her engorged 
nipples hard and bite them occasionally.
	
Her moans grew louder and mingled with groans now as her 
pussy tightened around my cock.

"Ohhh... Your cock is about to make your mother cum, 
baby..."

Mom threw back her head and cried out as she came, her 
body writhing and jerking wildly atop me. It was so hot 
I thought I would cum myself then and there.

Her juices rushed past my cock and pooled up in my pubic 
hair, making a gooey mess between our legs.

The room smelled of sex now and the sounds of her pussy 
wetly riding my cock mingled with her moans and groans, 
except when mom would orgasm again and drown out all 
other sounds.

Our first time I only lasted fifteen minutes, but mom 
made sure I stayed hard and fucked me again. Again, she 
came very often and the second time I lasted about fifty 
minutes before a spewed another heavy load of jizz deep 
in my mother's pussy. Mom whimpered as I came in her, 
biting her lower lip sexily.

"Are you glad you came home?" She giggled afterward.

"Mom, I am so glad to have come home to you..." 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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