Dad's Deployment

"Don't you dare!" I said. The truth. I would have to eventually tell Greg the truth and hope he would make it home safely. Him and his damned sixth sense.

"We can make it true though. Mom, it would be so easy and nobody's ever the wiser. Just you and me would know. You'd be pregnant and Dad would be his old self for all the time he's ... he's wherever he is. Unless you really don't WANT to have a baby again." He looked into my eyes. "Is that it?"

"Of course I want a baby. You saw how happy I was."

"Then, it's settled. Unless you don't think I can get you pregnant. With the way I cum, that should be no problem. I shoot real far and I shoot a lot."

I thought of all Ronny's sperm in that medicine cup. That amount would surely have a great chance of finding my egg. "There are just two things wrong. One is THAT sperm would be my own son's, not my husband's. The second is that no matter how far it 'shoots'—it can't reach where it would have to go, because that will never happen. That's an intimate act between two people who love each other."

"We love each other, Mom." He said it with such sincerity and innocence I wanted to take him into my arms and hold him like I had done all his life. But, his actions today made me stay distant.

"We have a different love. A man and a woman develop an intimacy. They love each other's personalities, but grow an attraction for their bodies until they're comfortable being naked in front of each other. Then they can join to make a baby. Don't you see it's a process that takes place gradually?"

I thought maybe this would turn out to be a good thing. Maybe it was a chance to teach Ronny about the kind of mature relationship he would surely build with a partner in the future. I hoped he would take this lesson to heart.

"So you're saying we should see each other naked first. OK." With that he whipped his shirt off, revealing a musculature that mimicked his dad's. "Here's my chest, Mom. See it? Lookit me!"

I couldn't help but look. His hairless chest was tanned from days at the beach and doing chores outside all summer. He had long, lean muscles that were defined without looking narcissistically absurd. The lines in his abs disappeared into his sweatpants, showing they continued their athletic sculp downwards.

"Ronny, stop! You're making a mistake. And, you're making a fool of yourself. You're going to look back on this and be very embarrassed."

He didn't stop though. He dropped his sweatpants to the floor and did an exaggerated kick that sent them hard into the far wall. This revealed cables of muscle on his thighs and calves that only came from strenuous exercise.

"See, Mom," he said while turning around. He only had his briefs on now.

I wanted to appear unflustered and matter of fact: "I've seen you run around here in your underwear a thousand times over the years, so you're just wasting your time in front of your mother. I couldn't care less."

"Oh, you've seen me before, sure. But I want you to look at me with new eyes. I don't want my mother's eyes to be looking. I want a woman to look at me. I want a woman who wants a baby to look at me. I want a woman that knows I can make a baby with her to look at me."

I should have left the kitchen. I know I should have, but something made me stay. I hoped that something was my plan to reason with Ronny and have him give up his "mission."

"You're talking nonsense and you have to come to your senses. What you're talking about is impossible, and could never happen in a million years."

"A million years is way too long," he said as he dropped the only garment he had left, his shorts, to the floor. "It's a million years minus one day too long. Because tomorrow, the day after today, we have to make a baby." He pointed a finger at me and then touched his own chest while saying, "You ... and me."

I didn't know what to say. And the sight of my completely naked son made me mute. I hadn't seen his naked body since he was nine. Now he was 18. For half his life he had been growing, without his mother's watchful eye or assistance, what was magnificently situated between his teenaged legs.

I found one word, my son's name, which I whispered—maybe in shock, or maybe in reverence: "Ronny."

He was uncircumcised. The foreskin covered all but the tip of his penis. The shaft, even flaccid, was full and firm, hanging and swaying with each of my son's small movements, light-blue veins crisscrossing it, giving promise of plenty of blood to fuel it when provoked.

My eyes couldn't leave it.

My son had the biggest penis I had ever seen.

"What do you think, Mom?"

His stepping close broke me from whatever spell of wonder or fascination or curiosity that had held me. "I think you're disgusting. You think you're the first man I've ever seen naked? You think your little act is going to possibly make any difference?" I put extra emphasis and disdain in my voice.

"I don't care HOW many men you've seen. I only care that you see me. I only care that you see 'this,'" he took his penis in his hand, "and you know that it has to go there," he pointed at my crotch, "so we can make a baby tomorrow."

"You're so naive!" I said, my voice rising. "You think you can get a woman to agree to having a baby, to have sex, just by parading around like this? This shows how unready you are, how immature you are! And, you're not even thinking about YOUR part in your little scheme. Nature makes a mother and a son see each other differently than as a man and a woman. There's no desire there—there's only love in a family way."

"That's only habit. That's because we never thought about each other like that, like a man and a woman before. That's why we have to see each other naked now and get ready for tomorrow."

"That will NEVER happen. You're NOT going to see your mother naked!"

He closed the distance between us, that thing between his legs wagging. He grabbed at my blouse and freed it from my jeans. Before I could react, he pulled it up to my armpits and struggled to get it over my head and off me.

"RONNY! STOP!" I shouted. My vision was blotted out by my own top being stretched upwards. It dawned on me my son had a clear vision of my breasts, only lightly covered by white transparent lace."

"C'mon, Mom. I want to see you naked. You've seen me naked."

"NO!" I fought to get my top down and won. "You have to stop this right now." I growled those words while tightening my lips and looking into my son's eyes. "How could you even dream you could make this happen?"

"Look what YOU made happen, Mom. This is just from seeing your beautiful tits for a few seconds." In the palm of his right hands rested a lengthening and hardening penis. The head of it emerged from its hood, all slick and shiny.

I was paralyzed by the sight. I was looking at my son's erection, an erection caused by me, by a look at my "tits." The erection itself would have been shock enough—the size and girth of it. But that my own son could become sexually aroused by his mother blew my mind.

"Ronny ... enough."

"I want to see you naked, Mom. Right now." He came at me again and this time went for my jeans. His strong hands got them unbuttoned, unzipped and partially skinned down my hips.

I furiously struggled. My naked son was trying to strip ME naked. "STOP! STOP, RONNY!"

"I'll stop with the jeans if you take your top off," he bargained with a big grin.

"NO!"

He renewed his winning efforts with the jeans, so I said, "OK! OK!" before they dropped any farther.

He took hold of the hem of my top, prepared to strip it off me. I tugged my jeans enough to stay up on their own and said, "No ... please let me do it myself." That, my mind told me, maybe erroneously, let me retain some semblance of dignity.

"OK, do it."

"Please don't make me. This is insane."

"Do it."

I closed my eyes in shame, took hold of my top, and shucked it over my head. I couldn't bear to see my son's eyes drink me all in, so I kept mine shut.

"Wow! Mom! You're so beautiful. Your tits are gorgeous! And look at those nipples. They're darker than I thought."

I could hear him come closer, and I visualized him taking a good look at my bra-covered bosom.

"All right. Enough of this. I did what you wanted. Now let's end this."

"Mom, tomorrow you're going to end THIS!"

He took my left hand and suddenly I felt something hard and hot. My eyes flew open and saw he trapped my palm against the shaft of his cock.

"RONNY! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"

His strength kept me from pulling away, but not from causing my hand's struggles to move back and forth along the length of his penis. My hand was unwillingly jacking my son.

"When's the last time you felt something like THAT?"

My mind raced and couldn't remember the last time. I whispered, "Your dad ...."

"C'mon Mom! I know all about Dad and his injuries. What he can do and what he'll never be able to do again. That's why I was so surprised when you said you were pregnant. I knew it couldn't be true, but hoped it was."

I was lost in what he was saying. I didn't notice he released my hand. It remained encircled around his hot cock, which was leaking precum down its shaft and onto my palm and fingers.

"Your father deserves better than this," I whimpered.

"But, you deserve THIS, Mom." Ronny began a slow pumping of his hips in micro movements, using my immobilized fist to jerk him off.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I should have been asking "What am I doing?"

My attention was so focused on my hand, I didn't fend off Ronny's quick pull of my already-loosened jeans. They fell to the floor around my ankles before I could stop them.

At least that woke me up enough to take my hand away from Ronny's throbbing manhood. It was coated with his fluids.

I wanted to run, but would have tripped on my own jeans.

I was trapped, standing there in my bra and panties with my naked son, who, by the way, sported a huge hardon—for his mother.

"Now the bra, Mom!"

My son was determined to strip me naked, and I didn't see how, at this point, I was going to stop him.

That's when the doorbell mercifully rang. It reminded me the base liaison was dropping off some papers that needed signing.

"To be continued," was all Ronny said while scooping up his clothes and heading for his room. His penis still throbbed.

That left me in my underwear, with a lubricated palm—and a surprising throbbing of my own.

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I avoided Ronny the rest of the day. I didn't even make dinner.

A long evening workout at the local gym helped relax me. It was owned by my friend, Beth's, husband. They let me workout there and pay them when I got a little extra cash, which was almost never. So I appreciated every moment I spent there.

I was drenched with sweat when Beth came up behind me. "Whoa, girl! You're going to bust something. What's going on?"

"I guess I'm working on some things. Working them out," I said. I was trying to exhaust myself and deplete the tensions of the afternoon.

"Just remember a woman in your condition has to start treating her body differently. Your needs will be changing."

Her statement brought all my problems I had tried to outrun on the treadmill right back. I hadn't even had the courage to admit to Beth I wasn't pregnant yet. I was living a lie that was sure to catch up with me. Yet, I didn't have the courage to confide even in Beth, let alone Greg with all he had tied up in believing in my miracle maternity.

"Yeah, this body needs something all right."

"Sara, you're in better condition than most of the twenty years olds who use this as their social club. Enjoy that figure while you can. Pretty soon you're going to be swelling up that belly with that bump of joy!"

That sent a pang through me. "NO IT WON'T!" I wanted to yell at her. My belly would forever be flat and would swell only with fat if I let myself go.

"Andy talked with Greg, and he's so psyched about having another child," Beth said.

Andy was an ex-Marine, and one of Greg's oldest friends.

"Yeah," I said with such lack of enthusiasm Beth squared me around and looked me in the face.

"Sara, I know lots goes on when you first get pregnant. Your body chemistry, your mental attitude ... everything. And, it's especially hard for you with Greg deploying so soon and leaving you alone. But, you have to do all you can to keep yourself healthy and sane. To keep yourself ready for Greg to come home. AND—he WILL come home. Andy's sure of it. He said he heard that same indomitable will and fire in him that made him the superman all the guys relied on. He said that was missing for a while, but now it's back. You can rely on that. Your husband's magic. All the guys know it."

"I need some of that magic here at home, Beth." I didn't tell her WHAT magic and in what form.

"You're lucky you have Ronny," Beth consoled. "He's grown so much. He'll fill in for Greg while he's gone. Just rely on him more."

I wondered what Beth would think if I told her how Ronny wanted to fill in—by knocking up his mom in his dad's place. It sounded so absurd.

"You can't let the stresses get to you. Remember, you can tell me anything. I've heard it all."

"Thanks Beth! It means a lot to know you're there for me," I said.

"Especially in your condition! I'm so happy for you. You'll look back and see this is the best time of your life!"

I don't know much about the future usually, but I predicted with certainty I would NOT look back on today as one of my great moments.

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I figured a long, hot bath would relax me and give me time to think after my workout. I didn't call my usual "I'm home!" when I arrived. I didn't even want to see Ronny again until I achieved some clarity.

I stripped off my exercise outfit, sports bra, and panties while the tub filled. I made it as hot as I could stand it, and when I eased in, it took my breath away, making me pant with a tingling burning of my skin until I became accustomed to it.

"Mmmm," escaped from me as I luxuriated in the heat. It soothed my muscles and took my mind off my dilemma. With a facecloth and a bar of moisturizing soap, I sudsed up and scoured my skin roughly. The water went from clear to completely cloudy so I could no longer see my feet and legs.

This was a good idea. I was finally starting to relax. I slid my butt toward the drain, took a deep breath, and submerged my head, wetting my hair. I had the shampoo within reach above. I remained under the water, letting the heat and the fetal feeling of being again encased in protective fluid engulf me.

But, when I came up for air finally, Ronny was standing next to the tub. He was shirtless, dressed only in his sweatpants.

"Hi, Mom!"

"Ronny! How did you get in here? I locked the door!"

"You mean the lock where you use a pen to stick in the hole and push so it snaps the button out? I've known how to unlock that for a million years."

"I'm taking a bath. You have to respect my privacy." I slunk deeper into the water to hide my nakedness."

"I thought we should talk about today," he said, sitting himself down on the lip of the tub near my feet.

"OK. That's a good idea. We need to clear some things up, for sure. But, now is not the time. You go out to the living room and I'll finish my bath and be out."

"I'd rather just talk now."

I had the water up to my lips, the rest of me was hidden by the murky liquid.

"Ronny, you pushed things way too far today."

"I don't think I pushed them enough, Mom. Don't you understand? I still haven't seen you naked. And that's an important first step. I want to see you and appreciate you for more than being just my mom. I want to see your body and let my body get ready for making a baby together."

"You have to get that out of your head. That can't happen for SO many reasons."

"So you came up with a better plan?"

"Yes I have," I said. It had come to me during my bath.

"Huh?"

Ronny's face went slack with bewilderment.

"We're not telling your father a thing while he's away. We'll let him keep believing we're having a baby. When he gets home safe and sound, then I'll explain and face the consequences. At least he'll be safe." I looked at Ronny and smiled. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted and it felt good to let my plan out.

"There's just one little flaw in your plan, Mom."

"And what's that?"

"I'm going to tell Dad there's no baby. I'm going to tell him tomorrow when we talk again."

"You can't be serious! You can't! You wouldn't!"

"Watch me tomorrow, Mom. We'll see whose plan is better, yours or mine."

"You can't do this. You can't put me through this, Ronny!"

"Your plan is a total lie with nothing to show for it at the end: Dad disappointed and betrayed for months, and no baby to come home to. My plan will do only good. My plan keeps Dad happy and safe and adds to our family with a new baby we can all love."

"No ... no ... no," I chanted. "Ronny, I'm your mother. How can you believe I can mate with you, allow myself to have sex with my own son and be impregnated? It's crazy!"

"It's gonna be easy. We'll take small steps. The first step is for me to see you naked." And with that, he reached over and yanked the chain attached to the stopper.

It made a gulping sound, and the water began rushing down the drain. "Ronny! NO!" I yelled and tried to use my foot to stem the tide. Ronny reached in and easily slid my wet foot away from the drain. The water continued to rush, and with every passing second, my concealing protection dropped lower.

First my neck emerged, then my shoulders. I put my arm across my breasts, and my other hand over my crotch.

It was slow torture as the water descended and ran away from me down the drain. Ronny's eyes took in every new discovery as my body was exposed.

I turned my face to the wall and closed my eyes. The last of the water left with a loud gurgle from the drain. Except for my arm and hand covering my "essentials" I was totally exposed.

"Stan begged me for these," Ronny said.

I turned my head. Ronny was holding my panties, the ones that had absorbed my workout's sweat, in his hands. He presented them with his two hands, pinched between thumbs and forefingers, like they were hanging on a clothesline.

"But, I always told him 'no.' I didn't want him to cross that line with you. But I ... now ...." He paused to bunch them up and inhale deeply from them. "Now I want to cross that line. Another little step, Mom. Now I know what your pussy smells like." He breathed in again before dropping them to the floor.

"You're a pig! An animal!"

"Animals know how to do something without anybody having to tell them. They know how to mate. Look what your panties did for me," he said.

Ronny stepped up to me in the tub and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down. His erect penis sprung loose. No matter how I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Look what you do for me, Mom."

There was no doubt I had excited my son. Whether is was my wet body or the pheromone-laced impact of my panties, I didn't know or care.

"You can't tell me you don't feel something too."

"I don't. I'm your mother for goodness sake."

"I hear you with your friends. I hear you complaining that you aren't getting what you need when Dad's away. And I hear you two arguing. You don't get what you need when he's here either. Admit it."

It was true, but I would never admit to that in front of Ronny. Many a night I twisted and turned, my body needing, craving, crazy to be filled and desired. I had numbed myself to those feelings. Now it was only a dull ache.

The sight of my son's erection though had awakened something deep in my unconscious. It made a shudder rumble through my loins as I looked at the dark opening of his beautiful, young, thick cock.