After The War

In a period of three weeks I had turned 22, come home from Iraq and gotten out of the Marine Corps. I was pretty lucky to have a job waiting on me after the Corps, but it wasn?t going to be available for a couple of weeks. Having nothing really to do, my Mom suggested I come down to Tallahassee and stay with her for a week. Seemed like a great Idea. Could see her, see some friends from High School, and enjoy some nice Florida weather. It was always strange getting together with my mom. Though we had always gotten along like gangbusters, we could not be more different in so many ways. My mom was kind of the kind of woman you see at vegan restaurants, fair trade coffee shops, and new age stores. Though too young for the actual 60?s revolution, she was very much the ex-hippie. She would wear the peasant skirt and blouse combination, and even at 46 she could still pull it off. My mom?s body was just like a woman in her 40?s should be, with curves in all the right places. Her legs were long, her rear had that slight middle age spread, and even as a kid I realized that she had insanely large breasts. And even without make up, which she rarely wore, she was the definition of the classically beautiful woman. I, on the other hand, was much more like my father. More conservative, a little more serious. They had met just after mom finished college. He was 10 years older, a Vietnam vet and was a lawyer at the firm my mom had just gotten a job at. I never knew him well because he died of cancer when I was 8, but from what people have told me, they had a yin and yang thing going. They were so different that they complimented each other. Küçükyalı escort bayan She helped him let his hair down, and he sometimes kept her grounded. Part of the reason I joined the Corps against my mom?s wishes was because of him and how occasionally she would talk about his bravery during the war. I got up very early on Wednesday morning, I drove 14 hours down to Tallahassee and got home in time to get a quick peck on the cheek and hug from my mom before she pulled me to her car and said that she was taking me to dinner. I sighed to myself knowing just where she was taking me. It was a new vegan restaurant that she had mentioned in one of her Emails. After ten months in Iraq I was hadn?t quite caught up on my cheeseburger regimen and wasn?t looking forward to eating leafy greens. But I figured they would have wine or beer so I could make do. Dinner wasn?t as bad as I expected. Plus they did end up having a couple of local micro brews on tap that were very good. I enjoyed a few while mom stuck with red wine. The conversation on the other was surprisingly dry. Sort of that awkward, skipping around a subject that happens when you come home from a war. People want to ask you how it was, but actually they are afraid you might really answer. This suited me fine. Didn?t really want to talk about it and was happy to keep the conversation light. As dinner went on, I realized that I was getting a little tipsy. Another thing I realized was that my mom wasn?t wearing a bra. As we would chat she would lean over the table and I could see right down her blouse. I caught myself peeking Escort Kartal more than once and started to ask myself what the hell I was doing. I relaxed a little when I told myself that I hadn?t even seen a naked woman in over a year. That a ton of cleavage right near my face, no matter who the cleavage in question belonged to, was bound to get my attention. ?Ready to go?? Mom said as signed the check and smiled at me ?Sure. Head back to the house?? ?Unless you?ve got somewhere else to be.? ?Well,? I said, ?I wouldn?t mind having another drink.? ?Ah!? Mom said then laughed, ?A little dry after a year in the desert, huh? Well, don?t worry, I?ve got you covered. I had a get together at the house two weeks ago and have a enough beer and wine for a whole platoon!? I laughed and said, ?I?m in!? We drove back to the house and mom wasn?t kidding. The garage fridge was stocked with a ton of beer and I?d never seen the wine rack that full. ?What kind of party did you have?? I exclaimed. ?To tell you the truth is wasn?t that big of a deal, kind of a last minute thing. But everyone that came over brought something but nobody drank much of it. Oh well, poor me.? She giggled. I asked her if she want a beer and she said no. Said she was opening a bottle of wine. Over the next hour and a half there is no way to describe what happened except to say that my mom and I proceeded to get shitfaced together. We were laughing, and joking and telling funny family stories until we almost wet ourselves. We would calm down a bit then mom would start talking about the last family fishing trip we went on and do her Suadiye escort impression of dad falling out of the boat while trying to real in a bass. Then we would start laughing all over again. Thinking about dad, I asked my mom something I had been curious about for a few years. ?Hey mom, none of my business and you don?t have to say anything, but why didn?t you ever remarry? Or even date that much?? Mom looked at me for a bit and I realized that I had suddenly become the bring down guy at the party. But then she just smiled and said, ?You know, after your dad passed I wasn?t in any mood or frame of mind to start looking for anyone else. Of course I thought that sometime down the road I would find someone, but to be honest, time just went by and it became not so important to me. Not a conscience decision, just worked out that way? ?Don?t you get lonely?? I asked. ?Oh, don?t worry about me, baby, I?ve got a drawer full of toys and I?ve had my fair share of Friends With Benefits? I have no Idea what my face looked like when she said that, but it must have been one of incredible shock because my mom immediately started laughing out loud in the way that someone does when they realized they?ve said something shocking or taboo and are enjoying the response that it brought. I?m not sure what got me more, the toy comment, the ?Friends With Benefits? comment, or the fact that she even knew that term. ?Oh look at the big, world traveler Marine, blushing!? She said ?I thought for sure you would be a little more unflappable than that!? ?Ha!? I said, trying to regain a little composure, ?I?m not surprised at what you said, I?m just surprised that you said it!? This began the strangest conversation that I never expected to have with my mom. For an hour we talked about sex, masturbation, porn, places we?ve done it, preferences, times and even famous people we?d do. I wish I could tell you why and when this conversation became erotic.