John gave his wife a final kiss before boarding the military aircraft.

"I don't want you to go." She whimpered.

"Honey, I have to...I'm sorry."

Monica gazed up at him, her big green eyes full of tears.

"What if you get hurt...or get killed?"

"Babe, that's not gonna happen...I promise you." John said confidently.

As he boarded the plane with the rest his battalion John gave a final wave back at his family. Monica forced a smile and waved back, her 6 year old daughter Maria stood by her side, holding her hand. On the other side of her was Alex, her lean handsome 18 year old son.

In the face, Monica Hill looked like a 38 year old version of the actress Jodie Comer Her body was what many would call voluptuous. It's not that she was fat, or even chubby for that matter. She just had all the right curves, in all the right places.

Even with his mind full of uncertainty John couldn't help but admire her beauty from the door of the plane. Her thin cotton baby-blue mini-skirt showed off the flowing contours of her hips and left bare the golden brown glow of her long luscious legs. Her button up white satin stretch blouse hugged the enormity of her middle-aged breasts.

Her sexy little feet were displayed in a pair of dainty sandals with a 4 inch heel. A row of baby blue rhinestones lined the strap crossing her foot, right about her cute little toes with their painted toenails.

The site of her beautiful legs made John think about all those nights he had them wrapped around him. All the times that Monica had clutched him with her silky softness while he bucked in the smooth warm flesh of her saddle.

While they did this he would often look back in the mirror across from their bed and marvel at the way her strong legs were wrapped around his midsection, her tiny bare feet flexing and pointing towards the ceiling.

One of the other soldiers broke John from his trance.

"Sergeant Hill, we got-ta move, sir."

As the aircrafts door closed Monica sniffled and wiped another tear away. She slid her arm around her son and leaned her head to one side, resting it on his shoulder.

"BOOM!!!"

It was nearly two month later that the roadside bomb rattled the humvee with John inside. The vehicle toppled into the desert sand, its occupants SCREAMING in pain.

John only remembered a few moments before blacking out. He hung upside down. The door had imploded from the blast and crushed his legs. He could feel the blood trickling from a gash in his forehead.

"Monica." He muttered.

As his body went into shock he had a sudden vision of his wife, her big beaming green eyes staring into his...full of love.

He saw her silky tan legs through the mirror, clutching around him, her little feet flexing...bobbing in the air from the power of his thrusts.

Then...everything went black.

"John?"

John's eyes peered open and into the face of a military doctor.

"Can you hear me John? Can you hear my voice?" The man asked.

"Yes." Came the reply.

"That's good...that's excellent." The doctor smiled.

John gazed around the room.

"Where am I?"

"You're back home. You're at the Base Hospital. You're battalion took quite a hit. You've been in a coma for about six days."

"Where's my wife?" John asked.

"She's been here a lot by your side, but it's the middle of the night. I'll have the nurse call her right away," the doctor said.

"Thank you."

Thirty minutes later John heard the rushing CLICK of his wife's heels moving up the hospital hallway. She stepped into the room, her beautiful face glowing with anticipation.

"Ohhh John." She said in relief, rushing over and carefully embracing him on the bed.

"Hi baby." He said, nearly in tears himself.

The early morning hours passed and after a series of scans and examinations of John the doctor joined John and his wife in John's room.

"So doc, my legs...are the done for good?" John asked.

"I'm afraid so, John. The force of that blast not only did severe damage to your legs, but also your spinal column. The good news is you still have healthy blood flow, which prevented us from having to amputate. However, it's gonna be a long road to recovery," the doctor explained.

Monica looked absolutely devastated.

"Will he have any chance of overcoming the paralysis, with the right type of physical therapy maybe?"

"I'm afraid at this point it looks permanent. The damage was just too severe. I'm sorry."

The doctor left the room and Monica seemed to stare into space as if shocked by the news. John squeezed her hand.

"I'm sorry baby." He said.

"You lied." She muttered.

"What?"

She glared down at him, her eyes full of tears.

"You lied to me. You promised me nothing would happen to you over there. YOU FUCKING LIED!"

Monica stood up, pulled her hand away from John's and began sobbing as she stormed out of the room.

"Monica...Monica, come back. Baby I'm..."

It was nearly 5am when Monica arrived back home. They chose a modest three bedroom ranch in a middle-class neighborhood, just across town from base.

The middle aged Mom moved up the hallway and peeked in on her daughter. She found Maria sleeping comfortably.

A few minutes later 18 year old Alex turned onto his side in bed. His eyes peeked open and he saw his mother's curvy silhouette in his doorway. She was leaning with her hands against the doorframe and just seemed to be hovering there...watching him.

"Mom, everything ok with dad?"

Monica slowly sashayed across the room and sat on her son's bedside.

"Thank you for staying here and watching your sister for me."

"Of course."

"Your dad's awake, but I'm afraid his injuries are pretty extensive," she said, then went on to explain the doctor's findings.

"So when's he coming home?" Alex asked.

"Not positive yet. The doctor said as early as a few days."

"Wow, I can't believe all of this has happened." Alex muttered.

Tenderly, Monica's brushed her son's bangs out of his eyes with her long nails.

"That makes two of us kiddo." She said.

After a short silence Alex heard his Mom sniffle.

"Don't cry Mom. It'll be ok."

She rubbed his strong shoulder. "I know sweetie. It's just..."

"It's just what?" He asked.

Even in the dim early morning darkness Alex could see his mom's misty eyes, gazing down at him.

"Can I just...lay here with you for awhile. Do you mind?" Monica asked softly.

"No, not at all, Mom," he said, scotching over on his small twin sized bad.

Monica slipped her little feet from their heels and curled her luscious legs up on her son's bed. Alex was on his back and she slid over close to him, laying on her side and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Will you hold me?" She sniffled.

"Sure, Mom," he muttered, curling his arms around her.

Alex felt the supple flesh of her big mommy-breasts squash against the side of his chest. They felt full and heavy, much different from those of the girls at school.

Monica grazed her hand across his cheek.

"My precious baby...such a strength to me."

"Anything you need, Mom," he answered, giving her arm an assuring rub.

Monica slid her naked leg up across the top of her sons, grazing her tiny bare foot up his thigh. Alex was excited by the feeling. Soft smooth skin rubbing against his own.

"Thank you sweetie. I'm gonna need you a lot I think."

Two hours later, sunshine peered though the shades.

"Mommy."

Monica lifted her head off her son chest and saw her daughter Maria standing beside the bed, still in her pajamas

"Good morning sunshine," the Mom smiled.

Maria looked at her brother and the way her mom was nearly sprawled out on top of him.

"Why are you in Alex's bed?"

"Alex and I were cuddling some this morning."

Waking, Alex was kind a surprised by the way, his mom laying on him. One of her naked legs was still draped across his midsection and both her big tits were now mashed against his chest. A few of the top buttons to her blouse had popped open and he could see a huge bulging cleavage straining again the lacy hem of her white bra.

"Fucking hell."

Alex thought as he felt a surge of blood enter his pecker.

"Oh, will you come cuddle with me next?" Maria asked, with a cuteness that no mother could resist.

Monica giggled. "Well I would, but it looks like it's time for you and your brother to get ready for school."

Maria stomped out of the room in a tiff.

"Aww, I hate school."

Monica giggled again, then propped herself up on her elbows, gazing down at her teen.

"Good morning" she said affectionately.

"Guess we fell asleep huh?" Alex said.

"Yeah, I guess so. Wish we didn't have to get up though," she answered, making a cute little pouty face.

Alex's erection was now at full attention. Having risen to her elbows, his Mom was exposing a lot more tit-meat. Huge bulging mounds of soft flesh were spilling over the tops of her bra cups and Alex found himself gawking into the deep gaping pocket of exposed cleavage.

"Thank you for letting me snuggle. I sooo needed it," she said.

"Anytime, Mom," he said, half-blushing.

As she slid off him, Monica's inner thigh rubbed across her son's long rigid love-muscle.

"I suppose I should get you two some breakfast."

Alex laid there awkwardly, attempting to conceal the tent in his sheet.

"Yeah, I'll get up in a sec."

Rising to her feet, Monica stood bedside, placed her hand on her hips and smiled down at her boy.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about that you know."

"About what?"

She glanced at the still obvious protrusion, then back into his eyes.

"That."

"Ohh...yeah." He mumbled timidly.

"You may be my first, but I do know some things about teenaged boys. It's called a piss hard-on and it probably gets like that every morning...am I right?" Monica asked, feeding him a quirky smile.

"Yeah...pretty much."

Monica smiled proudly, bent over and poked her son in the ribs, making him squirm.

"See, I know more about you than you think."

Alex watched her stroll towards the door. He could see the indentation of the hem of her panties through her skirt and her meaty buttocks seems to have little extra sway as she stepped towards the hallway.

Before rounding the corner, she peeked back, smiling almost naughtily and gave him a cute little wink.

The sheet rose upward as Alex's rock hard erection flexed and throbbed beneath it.

Monica glanced at it and giggled.

"Show off." She disappeared from the doorway.

"Ho..oly shit." Alex muttered excitedly, under his breath.

That afternoon Monica took the kids over to see John at the hospital. Maria snuggled up beside her daddy and John's wife sat on the other side of him. Alex sat across the room in a chair.

"I missed you daddy." Maria said.

John kissed his daughter on the forehead. "Missed you too pumpkin."

She squeezed her father. "I want you to come home."

"Maria, be careful honey, your daddy is still quite sore." Monica said.

She kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry, daddy."

John looked across at his son. "That's ok, precious. Alex, how you doin' buddy?"

"I'm ok dad," Alex answered.

Maria seemed jealous that the attention was drawn from her. "Mommy slept in Alex's bed last night."

Monica fed her daughter a stern look. "Maria, hush your mouth."

"Well you did, Mommy."

Monica looked at her husband as he returned an inquisitive smile. "Alex and I were having a chat after I got home and I fell asleep on his bed."

"Mommy was laying on top of him this morning." Maria said.

"Maria Hall...I most certainly was not, now I told you to hush. I was giving Alex a hug when she walked in...wasn't I?" Monica asked, looking over at Alex.

Alex nodded, knowing his Mom was lying and that he woke up with her on top of him. "Yeah."

"Well I got good news. The doctor said I can come home in two days." John said.

"Yay!" Maria cheered.

"I'll have to come back for physical therapy twice a week, but otherwise I'll be good to go."

Monica smiled and patted his hand. "That's great sweetie."

"Yeah, awesome, Dad." Alex added.

"Well, I better get the kids home so they can get started on their homework." Monica said.

"Awww, I wanna stay with daddy. " Maria whined in protest.

John hugged her tight. "Daddy will be home in a few days, pumpkin."

They gave their hugs and said their goodbyes and John watched his little family move down the hallway towards the elevator.

Monica was wearing a pair of low cut jeans that looked as though they were sculpted around her luscious ass. She also wore a sexy white tank top and mini platform sandals with 4 ½ inch heels.

As they waited for the elevator John took a second to admire how sexy her little feet looked etched in them. Her cute little toes peeked out the bottom, with their red painted toenails. There's no doubt that his wife of twenty years was built like a brick shit house.

Again he remembered peering back at her in the mirror as they made love so many times through the years.

He remembered staring at those smooth golden brown legs as they kept his body locked between them. Her muscles tensed. Her sexy little bare feet flexing.

Normally John would feel his penis get hard about now, but this time it wasn't happening. He glanced down at his lap as it lay flat and motionless.

DING!!

The elevator door opened and just before they entered John noticed that Monica's hand slowly crept over into Alex's, interlacing her fingers between his, then led him and their daughter into the elevator.

Later that evening Alex was hanging out in his large walk-in closet. He appropriately called this place his "Man Cave."

He sat in a padded swing chair that was suspended by a large metal stand and was surrounded by a lot of his favorite things.

"Alex?" He heard his mom call from inside his bedroom.

He glanced up from his laptop where he was chatting with pals on Facebook.

"In here Mom."

The closet door opened and Monica stepped inside.

"I should have known you'd be hanging out in your Man Cave," she giggled.

"You know me," he said.

Monica closed the door behind her. Her hair was still damp and slicked back from a shower and she wore nothing but a white short satin robe.

"Well I finally got your sister to sleep. Whiny little thing," she said, making her son giggle.

"You can say that again," he added.

Monica smiled as she moved past a large poster on the wall of a voluptuous woman in nothing but a white bra and panty set.

The woman's deep tan was nearly the same shade as her own.

"She's pretty. Who is that?"

Alex looked up the poster. "Umm her name's Denise Melani."

Monica smiled and pointed at the woman's lacy, almost transparent bra.

 "That's funny, I think I have that same bra."

"Really?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, I had no idea they had matching panties for it. Hmmm."

Monica strode past her son and sat down on a small bench in front of him. The robe gathered a bit at her waist exposing her smooth shapely legs in their entirety.

She rested both palms on the bench by her hips, thrusting the swell of her huge mommy-boobs out just a little. Her legs were together and her knees were slightly cocked to one side.

Alex could smell the sweet scent of her recently applied shea-butter and noticed that her tan legs looked nearly as smooth and shimmery as the satin robe she was wearing.

"So, you must be excited for dad to come home finally," he said.

"Yeah...I guess," she answered unenthusiastically.

"It's gonna be a big change for him, huh?"

Monica looked at her son and smiled. "It's gonna be a big change for all of us, which is kind a what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Okay."

"They're sending your father home with his own bed, one of those fancy automated ones. He'll be in a wheelchair, so he'll need a lot of space. I thought maybe if you didn't mind, we could move the king sized bed down here and...I could share your room with you for a while." Monica explained.

Alex's heart began to thump hard in his chest. "You mean a bedroom to...like to sleep in...together?

Monica giggled. "Of course...that is what you do in a bedroom knucklehead."

Alex smiled awkwardly. "No...umm, I don't mind. Whatever I can do to help, Mom."

"I know your father's not gonna like the idea, but he has to deal with the realities of his injury. It's just the way it has to be for now."

Alex nodded, still flabbergasted by her request. "I agree."

"Thank you sweetie. Are you sure you're okay with being roommates with Mom?" Monica asked with a smile.

"Yeah, of course."

Monica placed her hands on her knees, leaning forward a little.

"You know buster...sharing a room with me might just have its advantages."

"What kind of advantages?" Alex asked.

Monica peered up at the poster of the nearly naked woman, then back at her boy. "You'll see," she said, with a mischievous smile.

"If dad's coming home this weekend how are we gonna move all your stuff down here by Saturday?"

Monica nodded. "Well, tell you what, why don't we keep you home from school tomorrow and we can spend the day setting up our bedroom."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Oh great now you tell me, after I did all that homework."

Monica giggled. "Oh stop your whining, You're starting to sound like your little sister."

"I don't think that's possible, Mom."

Monica stood up, making her heavy tits bobble beneath the loose thin covering.

"Sadly, I think you're right. Stand up here and give me a hug."

Alex stood and he and Monica embraced. The euphoric feeling of warm braless breasts against his young chest nearly took his breath away.

"Don't stay up too late. You and I have a busy day tomorrow," she said.

"I won't."

Monica started out, but then stopped at the door.

"Oh, and I'll make a deal with you...cuz I'm gonna need some closet space. I'll let you keep the back half of the Man Cave, but in return I get to doll up our bedroom."

"Doll up?" Alex asked.