Home coming Surprise by DocWords

Home coming Surprise by DocWords

All persons involved sexually are at least 18 years old.

Mom and Dar were close. His father disappeared into a drunken oblivion when Dar was about eight. For the first couple of years, he got birthday and Christmas cards with a few bucks in them from his father, then nothing. No calls, no visits, no cards, no dad. It was obvious his mom had loved his father. She still kept pictures of him around the house. They were both fifteen when his mother got pregnant with Dar. Their parents either let them or forced them to get married. He had never asked, and his mother and she never spoke of it.

There was no other family. Both of his parents were only children and all the grandparents had since passed. They had each other. That seemed to be all either needed.

Dar was a good kid. He was the spitting image of his father, but small in stature. He was often bullied because he was so little. His mother, Cathy, had raised him alone. She was active in his school and other activities. Cathy never missed one of his games or a chance to be with him. Her son was her life, and she was his.

In the summer before he started high school, Dar finally began to grow. By the end of the summer his height was that of his classmates and by the end of his freshman year he was six-one and all muscle. That’s when things changed.

He worked hard at school and got excellent grades. He played on both the baseball and football teams and held near celebrity status at school. Dar didn’t take much notice of the girls at school. He was never in trouble. Dar and his mother had worked out his list of chores around the house and he did those without being reminded and often did more. Other than his stature, Dar hadn’t changed. His mother had changed. She pulled away from him. If she spoke to him, it was to bitch at him. Nothing he did was right. They never went anywhere together, and rarely ever sat down together to eat a meal. He tried talking to her but that always led to a shouting match. He finally gave up and just avoided her.

Cathy had worked at the same place for as long as he could remember. It was a large insurance company and over the years she had rapidly moved up. Money wasn’t an issue around the house, but Dar never asked for any. He had a part-time job to earn his own money as soon as he was old enough to work.

He loved his mother but didn’t feel close to her anymore. Every Friday night she would doll up and go out. Cathy was pretty with a nice body. She wasn’t movie star hot, but she was attractive. She would drink, and sometime during the night, bring some man home who would slip out the next morning. She would spend most of the day on Saturday in her room alone. He often heard her crying. It was this Friday night activity that bothered Dar more than anything. He had accepted the rest, but this, this bothered him. It really bothered him. He knew and understood that people had sex. It was a normal, healthy part of life. Not her, he didn’t want her with someone else.

One Friday evening she walked into the living room.

“I’m going out,” she said.

“Of course, you are. It’s Friday fuck night.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” she barked.

“Just like every other Friday. You dress up, go out, get drunk, pick up some cowboy wannabe, then bring him home and fuck him.”

“Listen, you prick! I’m a grown woman. I have needs and I also have the right to fuck anyone I want!”

She was screaming at him. He turned and looked at her. “Yeah, you do. Mom…,” he began.

“Don’t you mom me! I want to be fucked. I don’t need either your permission or your approval. I’m getting fucked and that’s just how it is. If you don’t like it, you can leave!”

Her screaming had gotten louder, and she was now right in his face. Dar took hold of his mother’s upper arms staring into her face.

“What are you gonna do? Are you gonna fuck me, you piece of shit?”

“You need to be fucked you crazy bitch!” he shouted.

“Fine! Bend me over and fuck me then, asshole!”

He didn’t think about what he was doing as he forcefully turned her around and pushed her over the back of the couch. He flipped up her short skirt and jerked down her panties. She hadn’t struggled. As he held her there with one hand, he pulled down his pants. Dar spit in his palm, wet the head of his cock, then pushed himself into his mother’s already wet pussy. She moaned as he entered but didn’t resist.

Dar pounded her as he held her by the hips and came very quickly inside her. His cock never softened, and he continued. She was soon meeting his thrusts and moaning. After several minutes, her sighs and moans told him she was enjoying it.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck me!” she shouted.

Dar plowed her and soon her back arched and she tensed as she came. Dar came a second time then stayed inside her until he went soft. He plopped out and stood there as she stood and turned to him. Cathy put her hand on his arm as they looked at each other. She had tears in her eyes, but a soft smile on her lips.

“I’m going to go shower,” she said, and walked away.

Dar stood frozen in place. ‘What have I done? I just raped my mother,” he thought.

Dar pulled up his pants and went to his room. He threw some clothes in a small suitcase, grabbed his backpack, then walked out the front door.

Cathy stood in the shower with the warm water cascading down her body. She was singing. After the shower, she put on a little makeup, donned her prettiest nightgown, and walked to the living room.

Her son wasn’t there. She checked the kitchen, then his room, and saw his backpack was gone. Cathy laid on his bed and cried herself to sleep.

Dar considered catching a bus and leaving town but had just three days of school left before graduation. He checked into a nearby motel and booked five nights. Sleep was slow to come.

Cathy awoke early Saturday still laying in her son’s bed. She checked the house but found nothing indicating he’d come back. She grabbed her cell phone and called him. She could hear it ringing in the house and found it in the trash can in his room.

“Oh my god! What have I done?” she said to no one.

Cathy sat on his bed with her hands over her face and cried.

*****

Over the next few days, she tried to think of ways to find him. She thought of calling his friends but realized she had no idea who his friends were. He hadn’t had a single friend over in a couple of years. She checked his phone and cried when she saw her face as the wallpaper. The phone was locked, and she tried everything she could think of for a password. Nothing worked. She even went to the Sprint store for help. They told her they couldn’t help with the password but would be happy to sell her a replacement phone. Finally giving up, she went home and stayed there for the rest of the weekend.

On Monday morning, she entered his school as soon as the door was unlocked and went to the office. She had arrived early enough that she was able to park in front of the school. As Dar came walking up, he recognized the car and hid near the bleachers on the football field to wait for her to leave.

Cathy asked them to pull him from class so she could speak with him. They sent a runner, and then a second fifteen minutes later. He wasn’t there. Knowing she had to go to work, she left a note for him at the office.

Dar,

Please come home.

I love you!

Mom

The note was taken to his classroom but somehow it never got to him. After seeing his mother drive away, he went inside.

It was a short day for Dar and after school he visited the Air Force recruiter. His physical was done the following day, and Thursday morning he was on a plane to Lackland Air Force Base for basic training.

Cathy made sure she was at home when she wasn’t working. She kept both her phone and her son’s with her constantly. On Tuesday she filed a missing person report with the police for Darrel ‘Dar’ Eugene McDonald. Dar had enlisted under D. Gene McDonald, and this became his name of record.

Cathy went to the graduation ceremony the following Saturday, but he wasn’t there. She asked every grad she could find, but no one knew anything. She finally gave up and went home.

*****

Dar, Gene now, completed basic training, then was sent to technical school to be an Air Traffic Controller. The program was five months long and he was then sent on his first and only assignment, to Moody Air Force Base, in Valdosta, Georgia.

Gene loved the work and excelled at it. He got his full certification just before his enlistment was up. He had also fallen in love with South Georgia and had worked part time at the local Valdosta Airport control tower. When his four-year enlistment was up, he started there full time. The hours were good, it was small, and he was already familiar with the military fighter jets in the area.

He bought a house in Valdosta and made his home there. Between the Air Force training, classes online, and other classes at Valdosta State College, he had his bachelor’s degree six months later.

He never allowed himself to try and contact his mother. Cathy had tried to find him online. McDonalds were a dime a dozen. There were thousands on Facebook alone. She tried every name combination she could think of but came up empty handed. He had disappeared into the seven billion other faces on the planet. Still, she kept trying.

Gene’s next door neighbor was Shirley Fields. She was a black woman of about forty. Her husband, John, was a chef at one of the local restaurants. Shirley worked picking fruit and vegetables in the Valdosta area. They had a daughter who was five. Her name was Keisha. She and Gene adored each other. Gene and Shirley were close too. Although she had little formal education, she had a wisdom of people. Shirley knew people. Gene and Keisha had just returned from a walk to the park, which they did often. When he dropped her off and started walking away, she called to him.

“Mr. Gene, momma wanna talk to you,” she called out.

He turned and followed her to the back yard. Shirley was sitting in the shade under the pecan tree. She had glasses of sweet tea for them both. He took the chair next to her and Keisha climbed up on his lap.

“I wanted to talk to you ’bout somethin’.”

“Sure.”

“I knowed you what, ’bout a year?”

“About that,” he replied.

“You never onest mentioned family.”

“No idea where my father is, or if he’s even alive. I assume my mother is still in Texas. I haven’t spoken to her in about six years. No other family.”

“Daddy a drinkin’ man?”

“Yeah.”

“Momma too?”

“No. She drank socially but not a lot.”

“She a bad woman?”

“No, Shirley. She’s a good woman.”

“So why ain’t you talkin’ to her?”

“Long story.”

“Keisha, I think it’s time for you to feed them babies in your room.” Keisha jumped up and ran excitedly into the house. “That’ll keep her busy ’bout half an hour. Tell me this long story.”

“I’d rather just leave it in the past.”

“Mr. Gene, you a good man. Somethin’ eatin’ away at you. I can see it. Talkin’ ’bout it can pull it’s teeth right out. Don’t make it stop bitin’ but makes it stop eatin’.”

“I did something six years ago that was wrong. I hurt her in a way no man should ever hurt a woman, least of all their mother.”

“Go on,” she said. “I’m here to listen. I ain’t judgin’. That’s the good lord’s job.”

He told her the whole story and cried as he related parts of it. She listened to every word. When he finished, she patted his hand.

“When your mamma looked at you after, what’d she look like?”

“She had tears in her eyes.”

“Did she have a soft smile on her face?”

“Yeah. She put her hand on my arm and said she was going to go shower.”

“She weren’t mad, were she?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t know what she was feeling.”

“Then what did you do?”

“While she was in the shower, I packed my bags and left.”

“Didn’t go back?”

“No. I raped my mother, Shirley. I had no right to go back.”

“You right. You done give up that right. But you still got the responsibility. Time you man up, son. You need ta go back and tell her you sorry.”

“How could she ever forgive me for something like that?”

“She’s your mamma. It weren’t all your fault. She carry some blame in it too. She know that and probly been waitin’ to tell you she’s sorry too. Mammas don’t just birth the babies. They love ’em and care for ’em. That don’t ever go away. I ‘spect she been hurtin’ much as you. She needs her son and you need her. Take some time off. Go see her. Tell her you sorry and let her tell you what she need to say.”

“Shirley, do you really think it’ll be that easy?”

“Ain’t gonna be nuthin’ easy ’bout it. Probly the second hardest thing you’ll ever do.”

“What’s the hardest?”

“Forgivin’ yourself. Think about it. Me and Keisha will take care of your house while you gone.”

“How’d you get so smart, Shirley?”

“I listen to what people say and feel what’s in they heart. Listen to what in your heart and follow it. When your mamma talk to you, listen to her words, but mostly listen to her heart.”

She stood, signaling the end of the conversation. Gene hugged her.

“Thanks, Shirley.”

“You welcome.”

*****

Gene made arrangements with work to take two weeks off. He missed his mother but was terrified at the thought of facing her. He did a google search for her and was surprised that she still lived at the same address. He had assumed that she would have moved into a smaller place with less maintenance. Gene thought it over and decided the best time to show up was on a Sunday. If she still did her Friday nights, he wanted no part of Saturdays. He considered calling first but ruled that out. He needed to face her and felt that turning him away would be harder for her in person than on the phone.

Gene left early Saturday morning to begin the fourteen-hour drive back to Texas. He got a room just a few miles away for the night then had dinner. Before returning to the hotel, he decided to drive by her house. It hadn’t changed much. The flower beds that he used to tend were now void of anything but weeds. He didn’t recognize the lone car in the driveway and assumed she had traded the old one in. He sat in his car watching for about ten minutes before leaving. It was a long sleepless night.

He left the hotel at ten-thirty then parked on the street in front of the house. His heart pounded as he rang the doorbell. He noticed the curtain move slightly and a moment later the door opened.

“Your name is Dar,” the short little curly blonde boy said smiling.

“Yes, it is. What’s your name?”

“JacobiJamesMcDonald,” he replied as if it was a single word. “You can call me JJ. I’m five. Mommy’s taking a bath. You want to come in?”

“I’ll bet your mom told you not to let strangers in.”

“You’re not a stranger. You’re Dar. Mommy has lots of pictures of you. Mommy won’t care if you come in.”

“I think I should probably wait out here.”

“We have banilla Oreo’s and chocolate milk,” JJ said, taking Dar’s hand and pulling him in.

He led him to the kitchen and had Dar sit at the table. Moving a stool to the counter, JJ climbed up and got three glasses. He moved the stool again and got into the cookie jar, gathering six Oreo’s. He put the stool away and opened the refrigerator and removed the half gallon of chocolate milk. Making two trips, JJ brought everything to the table. He climbed up on a chair at the table then placed a napkin in front of Dar, one in front of himself, and one at the head of the table. JJ placed two cookies on each napkin then looked at Dar.

“You have to pour the chocolate milk. I spill it.”

Dar grinned, then poured the milk into each cup. Moving each very carefully, JJ set the cups next to the napkins.

“Nice job. You’re really good at this.”

“I’m mom’s best helper,” he replied, beaming.

“JJ, was someone at the d….” Cathy froze stepping into the dining area seeing Dar.

She immediately teared. Dar stood.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“So am I,” she replied, then turned to JJ. “Cookies and chocolate milk before lunch?”

“He didn’t get any birthday cake. We need to have a party today,” he replied.

“Good idea,” she said, taking her seat.

“Mom, I have a brother?” Dar asked.

“He isn’t your brother. Call me Cathy,” she replied, nervously.

“Sorry, I’ll just leave,” Dar said, beginning to stand.

Her response had seemed almost angry, and Dar wanted to just get away.

“No! Stay, please. JJ run and get mommy’s brush in my bathroom.”

The little guy bolted from the room. Cathy looked at Dar. “He’s not your brother. He’s our son. He doesn’t know. I want you to call me Cathy because him calling you daddy and me mommy, then both of you calling me mom would be a bit awkward.”

“Yeah, I guess it would.”

“We’ve got a lot to discuss, but we’ll do that later.”

JJ came running back in. “Mom, we gotta sing happy birthday.”

“Climb up in your seat and we will.”

As he got back in his chair, he was talking a mile a minute. Dar grinned at his mom.

“You were the same way,” she said.

“Dar, we had cake for you and twenty-four candles,” JJ blurted.

“Twenty-four? Did you count them?”

“I counted two times. Mommy let me blow ’em out. We made a wish too.”

“What did you wish for?” Dar asked.

JJ seemed to light up. “Mom! It came true! Dar came home. It’s what we wished for!”

“He sure did, didn’t he,” she replied, smiling at them both. “Thank you for the wonderful party, but I need to finish getting dressed.”

“Mom! We didn’t sing yet.”

“Well let’s sing. Everyone hold hands,” she said.

They all joined hands as Cathy and JJ sang to him.

“Thank you,” he said, when the song finished.

Cathy squeezed Dar’s hand as she stood. “You two get acquainted while I get ready. JJ, after I’m dressed let’s take Dar to the park.”

“Yessss!!!” he screamed.

“When you finish here, clean up the table, then you can show him your toys.”

“Okay. I’ve got lots of toys. You’ll like ’em.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Cathy turned and left the room. The guys finished their cookies and milk, then working together cleared off the table. JJ ran to his room with Dar not far behind.

Dar expected him to have taken over his old room, but that wasn’t the case. JJ had the guest room which was fully decorated with his treasures.

“Looky. Mommy let me put your Ninja turtles on my shelf, but I’m not allowed to play with them.”

“Why can’t you play with them?”

“They’re yours and mommy’s afraid I’ll break ’em.”

“I’ll tell you what. Let’s make them yours now.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

JJ squealed in delight. “Mommy says really really like you do.”

Dar sat on the floor as JJ tried to show him everything he owned. It probably would have taken hours. Dar was in awe of the five-year-old in front of him. Cathy stood in the doorway, unnoticed for several minutes, watching them.

“Are you gentlemen ready to go to the park?”

“My shoes!” JJ said. He grabbed his light up sneakers and handed them to Dar. “You have to tie.”

“No problem.”

Once tied they went to the front door.

“Cathy, I’ll bet those shoes are really fast.”

“He only wears the fastest ones. He’ll show you when we get to the park.”

“They’re the highest jumpers too,” JJ announced proudly.

The park was only a few blocks away. They walked with JJ in the middle and his parents holding his hands. Dar couldn’t have gotten the smile off his face if he had tried. Cathy was the same way.

Once at the park, JJ was immediately distracted by the other kids. Cathy and Dar sat together on a park bench.

“Mo…Cathy,” Dar began.

“Honey, wait. I need to talk first, please,” she said.

Dar nodded and they turned facing each other.

“I caused what happened that d…,” she began.

“Cathy…”

“Dar let me finish. Then you can talk. Please. I need to say this.”

“Okay.”

“I wanted that to happen. I’d wanted it for a long time. I pushed you that day to do it. My feelings toward you had changed a few years earlier. That’s why I pulled away from you, away from us. I couldn’t get myself to cross the line from mother to lover. I was convinced that what I was feeling was wrong. My upbringing and the law told me it was wrong. My Friday stupidity was trying to fill an emptiness that I knew only you could fill. I was afraid that just by being near you I would one day lose control and cross the line. I didn’t want to hurt you by making you think I was some horrible monster. That Friday night I pushed you to take me. I couldn’t do it, so I pushed you to. Looking back, my mistake was going to take that shower before we talked. Had I not done that I wouldn’t have lost you for the last six years. I don’t know how you felt about what happened until I realized that you felt like you raped me. You didn’t. That’s what I wanted and needed. I was on top of the world during my shower. Then the world crashed down on me. I’d lost you.

“If I could turn back the clock. I’d do things differently. I’d tell you how I feel and let you decide how to react. I don’t know how that would have turned out, but I don’t think it would have taken six years for us to talk.

“Dar, I love you. Both as a mother and a woman. Neither of those will ever change. If you want me to be your mother, I will, and Jacobi will be your brother. If you want me as your woman, I’ll be that, and he’ll be your son. If you don’t want anything to do with me, I’ll live with that. Only you can decide how things are going to be.”

JJ ran up to them. “Dar, can you push me on the swing?”

“Sure, dude. I’ll race you.”

JJ took off at top speed and arrived at the swing well ahead of Dar. Cathy sat quietly and watched. The palpitations in her chest seemed to ease a bit. She had at least gotten the hard part out in the open. ‘What will he say?’ she wondered, silently praying he would accept one of the first two choices and stay in their lives. Dar returned about ten minutes later after JJ ran off with playmates.

“Wow! What a guy,” he said as he sat.

“He’s like you were cloned. He’s just like you were.”

“Mom…Cathy. That’s going to take getting used to. Do you know why your Friday thing bothered me so much?”

“I was being a whore.”

“No, I never thought that. I was jealous. I hated you being with another man. I thought of you as mine. I loved you far more than as a son. You were my woman. You were my reason to be. The more you pulled away, the harder I tried to show you that I was your man. I loved you then and I still do. That never changed. We have a son, an amazing, awesome son. I want more than anything for us to raise him together. Legally, we can’t be husband and wife, but we can still live as if we were. Probably not in Rockwall, Texas, but where I live in Georgia we could. We already have the same last name.”

Cathy smiled at him. Their faces moved slowly together, and they kissed. There was no hesitation for either and the kiss became passionate quickly. Dar felt a tap on his knee. He looked up at JJ grinning at them.

“Why are you kissing my mom?” he asked seriously.

“Because I love her. Is it okay with you?”

“Yeah,” he said, then ran back to the playground.

“He gave me up pretty easy,” Cathy said, chuckling.

“He recognizes quality when he sees it.”

“Where are you in Georgia?”

“Valdosta. It’s on the southern end. Florida’s about an hour away.”

“Do you have an apartment there?”

“I bought a three-bedroom house. It’s plenty big enough for the three of us.”

“The house here is paid for. Mr. Brewer next door has bugged me for a year to sell it to him. I can retire anytime and draw my pension,” she said.

“Or you can bank it. I’ve got an excellent job.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an Air Traffic Controller.”

“The tower guys?”

“Yep. I learned it in the Air Force.”

“Air Force?”

“Four years. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, huh?”

“Yes, we do. How much time do you have off?” she asked.

“I have to be back to work two weeks from tomorrow.”

“Will you stay with us at the house?”

“Where am I sleeping?” he asked.

“With me,” she replied smiling.

“Yes, I’m staying with you, Cathy.” They kissed again for a long time. “When are we telling our son?” he asked.

“Let’s tell him when we get home. He’s a bit preoccupied here.”

“Okay. Cathy, I don’t know beans about being a father.”

“I know you. You’ll pick it up very quickly.”

“God, I’ve missed so much in the last six years.”

“We both have, but we have the future to look forward to.”

“I love you, Cathy.”

“And I love you,” she replied as she kissed him.

“Again?” JJ asked.

“Dude, we’re gonna be kissing a lot,” Dar told him.

“I need to go pee.”

Dar stood. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“There’s no bathroom here,” JJ replied.

“No problem. I know just the place,” Dar said taking his hand and leading him toward a cluster of bushes. JJ came running back grinning a few minutes later with Dar not far behind.

“Mommy, me and Dar watered the bushes, and I wrote a J.”

“Wrote a J with what?” she asked.

“I peed one. Dar made a D.”

She looked at Dar. “It must be a dad thing, huh?”

“Yep. But not for in the house, right Bud?”

“No. At the house we pee just in the water,” he replied, glowing with his accomplishment.

“Right. Then what do we do?”

“Put the lid down.”

They high fived each other and JJ ran back to the playground. Dar and Cathy sat holding each other on the bench as they watched their son. Neither felt the need to talk. JJ announced that he was finished with the park, and they walked back home.

Cathy fixed lunch while JJ told Dar everything he knew about the Ninja Turtles. Mikey was the favorite of both.

While they were eating, Cathy got JJ’s attention.

“JJ who is this sitting at the table with us?”

“That’s Dar.”

“Do you know who else he is?”

“Just Dar, mom.”

“Dar is also your daddy.”

“Really? My daddy?” he asked excitedly.

“Really really,” she said.

JJ ran around the table and held up his arms. Dar picked him up and they hugged.

“Are you my daddy forever?”

“Forever and ever.”

“Are you going to live with us?”

“Yes, sir. And pretty soon we’re going to move to a bigger house in Georgia.”

“Is there a playground?”

“A nice big one. And the little girl next door has a swing-set and slide you can play on.”

“Is she nice?”

“Very nice. Her name is Keisha. She’s five.”

“Like me? I’m five too. Can she count to fifty?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to ask her. She knows the ABCs.”

“Me too!” he exclaimed, then proceeded to recite them.

Dar looked at Cathy and smiled. It was eight-thirty before JJ was put to bed.

“Is it okay if I call you daddy,” JJ asked.

“I’d love that, little man.”

“Can I feel your muscle?” JJ asked him. Dar flexed and let his son feel his bicep. “Whoa, that’s a big one. Feel mine.”

JJ flexed and Dar felt his bicep.

“Cowabunga! That’s massive. Cathy, have you felt this?”

“I have. It’s very impressive,” she said.

Both kissed him goodnight and left the room. Cathy and Dar had both loved the day as a family. Dar went around checking to make sure the doors were locked then led Cathy by the hand to the bedroom.

“Where are your bags?”

“In the car. I’ll get them in the morning.”

“What are you wearing to bed?”

“You,” he said, grinning.

Dar took her hand and turned her to him, then took her in his arms. He could feel her trembling.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“I’m shaking like a leaf. You’re sure this is what you want?”

“I’m sure.”

He began unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. Dar unfastened the clasp on the front of her bra then pulled it off. His hands cupped her breasts. She sighed as they slid across her already hard nipples and continued to play. Cathy unfastened the shorts she was wearing and let them fall to the floor. Dar pulled down her panties then knelt to pull them off. He kissed her just above the pubic hair triggering a heavy sigh, then continued to kiss lower.

She grabbed his arms and urged him up then pulled off his polo shirt, running her hands over his chest.

“You’ve put on a bit of muscle.”

“A little.”

“More than a little, I think.”

Cathy knelt and unfastened his jeans and slowly pulled them down. Dar stepped out of them as she ran her hand over his bulge. Taking both sides of his briefs, she pulled them down. She drew her tongue over the end of his cock and reached around grabbing both cheeks, pulling him to her. She took the head of her son’s cock in her mouth and teased it with her tongue.

“Careful, I’ve got a hair trigger at the moment,” he said.

“I don’t care. You’ll last longer the second time.”

She took more into her mouth and began a slow bob. Cathy took his hands and moved them to her head, then pushed him into her mouth. She continued and in a couple of minutes she sensed him nearing.

“Cathy….”

She increased her speed and her son groaned as he unloaded into her mouth. Cathy watched his face as he came. After a moment he became too sensitive to continue and she pulled away and swallowed.

“That’s one of my favorite things,” she said.

“You have my permission to do it as much as you like. Lay on the bed. It’s your turn.”

“Let’s shower first,” she said, taking his hand.

They went to the shower and teasingly washed each other. After stepping out, took turns drying. They almost ran to the bed. Cathy was on her back quickly with her arms out to him.

Dar crawled up to her and held himself up by his arms kissing her. He gradually spread the kisses along her cheeks, ears, jaw line and neck. Her hands stroked his back and neck as he did. As his hands and mouth moved down to her chest and breasts she sighed repeatedly. Dar’s hands moved down her sides stroking her very feminine hips as his kisses and nibbles moved to her abdomen. Her legs spread wider for him.

“Did you lock the door,” she asked.

“I did. Relax,” he chuckled.

Cathy’s fingers began combing through her son’s hair as he made his way lower on her abdomen. She groaned as his tongue grazed her clit the first time. Then she felt it sliding upward on the inside of her thigh then down the inside of the other.

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Good.”

His tongue licked around the entire area, but he avoided her pussy. She rocked and moved her pelvis trying to entice him there. He continued.

“Dar, please,” she begged.

His tongue made a swipe the full length between her labia and teased her clit when he reached the top. Cathy moaned loudly. Her son’s tongue entered her as deeply as he could reach, and his hands returned to her breasts. Cathy was moaning. Dar moved to the side of her clit and stroked repeatedly, increasing her moans. He moved to the other side for a while then sucked the nub into his mouth and tongued it. Cathy’s pelvis rocked forward as her hands pulled him in harder. She half sat up and groaned as she came. It seemed to last for minutes in her mind. Her moans, grunts, and sighs became continuous as she rode the waves. He eased off and let her body recover with repeated spasms, then finally falling limp.

“Oh lord,” she whimpered. “Come up here.”

He moved upward kissing and nibbling as he went. When their lips met, they explored each other’s mouths. Dar raised his hips and without assistance his cock found her opening and slid inside. They moved slowly and deeply together. I love yous’ were shared repeatedly as they moved. Her breathing became a pant then deep sighs. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him in, then came with a muffled scream as his mouth covered hers. Dar filled his mother’s pussy with cum a few minutes later. They both collapsed, holding each other. Dar rolled off and they turned facing one another. Sleep overtook them quickly.

*****

When Dar opened his eyes, his mother was lying next to him smiling. Her hand rested on his chest and her leg was draped over his. He kissed her forehead.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning,” she replied.

He turned to her and stroked her cheek. “Wanna fool around?” he asked.

“Can you finish in three minutes or less?”

“In a hurry?”

“Our son will be knocking on the door any…”

Knock, knock, knock. “Mommy, your door is locked,” JJ called.

Cathy grinned, sitting up. “Every morning, six-forty on the dot,” she said. “Coming, sweetheart,” she called to JJ.

She got out of bed and slipped on her robe, then opened the door. JJ seemingly flew across the room and just shy of the bed became airborne, landing directly on Dar’s crotch.

“Umph, ohhh,” Dar grunted doubling over.

“Hi daddy,” JJ said grinning, his face inches from his father.

Cathy started laughing. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Good morning, big guy,” Dar groaned.

Cathy crawled onto the bed with JJ between her and Dar. JJ sat up and looked at them.

“Mommy can I take daddy for show and tell?”

“Ask Ms. Tolliver at school today if that’s allowed.”

“Tommy and Marissa brought their dads.”

“Ask her first. If she says okay, then ask daddy,” his mother said.

“Will ya, daddy?”

“If it’s okay with Ms. Tolliver I will.”

“We have two brown kids, and three kids that speak Spanish. Everybody else talks regular.”

“Wow! That’s really cool. Do you like school?” Dar asked.

“It’s fun. I like Julie. She’s five.”

“Is Julie your girlfriend?”

“I’m going to get married to her and mommy when I’m big.”

“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure you can only be married to one person at a time,” his mother told him.

He thought for a minute then smiled. “Okay, Daddy you marry Mommy and I’ll marry Julie. Then we’ll go to Disney World.”

Dar looked at Cathy. “His brain moves at the speed of light, huh?”

“Yep. Coffee helps.”

“The last thing he needs is coffee,” Dar said grinning.

“I meant for us,” she replied. “Go get dressed. I’ll fix you guys’ breakfast.”

“Pamcakes?” JJ asked.

“Pamcakes,” she replied.

He was gone in a flash, nutting Dar for a second time as he climbed over. Cathy was laughing again.

“Breakfast in fifteen. Leave for school in one hour. I drop him off on my way to work.”

Dar got up and dressed. “I’ll get cleaned up after you guys leave. Are you going to put in for retirement?”

“I’m hoping they’ll let me do terminal leave. I’ll call Mr. Brewer today too. Dar, you’re sure this is what you want?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

She grinned and headed toward the kitchen. Dar followed a moment later after emptying his bladder.

*****

With JJ off to school and Cathy at work, Dar went out to his car and brought his things in. He cleaned up and dressed then walked around the home he had left six years before. Not a lot had changed. He looked into his old room, assuming it was now a guest room. To his surprise, it was much as he had left it; cleaner, and missing the four Ninja Turtles, but still the same. His old phone was laying on his desk and plugged in. He picked it up and entered his passcode, 1114, his mother’s birthday. The phone had no service, but still worked. He put it back on the desk then took out his current phone. Opening his message app, he sent his mother his phone number. Her reply was immediate.

‘Last day is Friday!! Taking terminal leave. Mr. B wants the house. Made a great offer. I accepted, verbally. He says we can close next week.’

‘Fantastic! What can I do to help?’

‘Get rid of anything you don’t want in your room. Gotta run. TTYL. I love you, husband. See you abt 5.’

‘I love U2 wife.’

Dar began going through things in the room. Within an hour he had the bed piled full of things to get rid of. Around noon, was sitting on the back porch eating a sandwich when Mr. Brewer walked into the back yard. He saw Dar and grinned.

“Well, I’ll be damned. It’s about time you turned up,” he said, offering his hand.

Dar took it. “Way past time. How are you, Mr. B?”

“Older than shit. Where have you been?”

“In the Air Force. I’m out now and live in Georgia.”

“Your mom said her and Curly head were moving there. They coming to stay with you?”

“Yeah, mom’s retiring.”

“Curly’s something ain’t he?”

“I wish I had his energy.”

“Don’t we all. He was a godsend for her. I don’t think she’d have made it if he hadn’t come along. When you left…well, let’s just say it was hard on her.”

“Yeah, it was a pretty shitty thing for me to do.”

“I’ve been tryin’ to get her to sell me this place for years. She told me that until she found you, she wasn’t leavin’. She wanted you to know where she was. Boy, she’s tickled you’re back. I ain’t heard her this bubbly in years.”

“She seemed pretty happy.”

“Did you two work out whatever it was you were feudin’ about?”

“Yes, we did.”

“Good seein’ you, Dar. I’ve gotta go meet with the closing company. You can leave whatever you don’t plan to take with you. I’m gonna rent the house out.”

“Okay, I’ll let Cathy know.”

Brewer nodded and left.

*****

Cathy and JJ got home shortly after five. JJ was on top of the world since Ms. Tolliver had approved of his request to bring his dad for show ‘n tell the next morning.

JJ never left his father’s side from the time he got home until he was tucked in the bed that night. Dar got a good romping in three straight games of Candy Land, once by Cathy, and twice by his son. He wasn’t sure but suspected Cathy had moved his marker a couple of times when he was distracted. At bedtime, Dar and Cathy had another round of lovemaking.

Tuesday began just like the previous morning, except Dar, anticipating JJ’s moves, managed to not get nutted. He drove his son to school and enjoyed being the center of show ‘n tell. JJ introduced him to Julie too.

On his way home, Dar picked up packing boxes and tape, then began packing the things that Cathy had set aside to keep. By Sunday, with everything packed, they were living out of suitcases. When Thursday rolled around, both cars and the U-Haul trailer were packed, the closing was done, and in late afternoon the three began their trip to Georgia. They stopped for the night in Jackson, Mississippi. Friday, in mid-afternoon they arrived in Valdosta and their new home.

Cathy loved it. As Dar was showing them around, Keisha came running in.

“Mr. Gene, where you been?” she screamed.

She and JJ saw each other and in minutes, left for the swing set in her back yard.

“Mr. Gene?” Cathy asked.

Dar explained the name change when he had joined the Air Force. Cathy accepted it but told him he would always remain Dar to her. Shirley came over to help unload, and that was done in less than an hour. Dar left to return the U-Haul, leaving Cathy and Shirley alone together at the house.

“Glad you two fixed thangs up. He be a lot happier now,” Shirley told her. Cathy looked at her in a non-committal way. “He been troubled. Missin’ his momma. Come back with a wife now.”

“You know, don’t you?” Cathy asked.

“I know he love you, you love him, and that boy look jus’ like both y’all, and you a family. That’s what I know. Don’t nothin’ else matter, do it?”

Cathy smiled. “No, nothing else matters.”

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