Chapter 4
Mike Ferguson had considered much of his Army tenure tedious, but he was happy about one thing.
He had gone into the military as a means of getting away from home and establishing himself as a man. Mike, an only child, felt that he had led something of a sheltered existence with his parents, and regarded the military as just the vehicle to rise to manhood.
The one major tragedy that occurred during Mike's tenure in the military came about not in his own personal activities in adjusting to Army life but something that happened at home, miles away from where he was stationed. A year and a half. earlier Mike Ferguson's father had died of a sudden heart attack. The elder Ferguson had spent most of his adult life in teaching, and had been promoted to a full Professorship in English at a college in the San Fernando Valley not far from where he lived.
Now Mike was determined to accomplish something in the civilian sector in life and to spend a good deal of time with his mother, particularly in the early phases following his return from Korea.
As the cab pulled to a halt in front of the same familiar white picket fence and neatly manicured lawn and the same white one story house where Mike had spent close to a decade of his life, his stomach began to tie up in knots.
He paid the driver and got out of the cab, walking slowly, his knees stiff with tension, toward the house. It would be the first time in six months since he had seen his mother, who was still in a state of gloom over his father's death the last time he had been home.
There was one thing about which Mike Ferguson was very proud. He had worked his way up the ranks to the position of Staff Sergeant, and knew that his mother had expressed pride in his accomplishments as well.
As Mike stepped in the door he could not help but let out a gasp of surprise as he observed his mother smiling ecstatically his way. She looked totally different than she had the last time that Mike had seen her, when she had assumed a glamorless matronly air and could talk or think of scarcely anything other than what a fine man her deceased husband Carl had been and how terribly she missed him.
On the last occasion Doris Ferguson had been dressed very plainly and had successfully made every effort to cover up her physical attributes. Now her flabbergasted son was staring at a completely different Doris. His mother wore a tight red sleeveless blouse that afforded a generous view of her firm, jutting breasts. On close inspection Mike concluded that they were even larger than Sophie's. She was also clad in a pair of exceedingly tight-fitting leopard slacks that showed off the curvaceous accent of her superbly well-rounded ass and her trim, sensuously firm legs. Doris Ferguson wore no shoes and let her strands of sparkling blonde hair hang down almost to her waist. Mike remembered that the last time he had seen his mother her hair was a drab brown color and done up confiningly in an austere bun.
She exuded a stunning sensuality and radiant beauty un-like anything that Mike had seen in years. The initial impact that she made on her startled son was one of frozen silence as he paused long enough to let the comprehensive changes sink in.
"Mike darling, so great to have you back," she gasped with glee, rushing toward her tall, slender son and throwing her body against him, resoundingly kissing his lips.
When Doris Ferguson made contact with her son, she accidentally let her firm enticing breasts rub against his chest. That coupled with the decisive manner in which her thick red lips landed explosively against his caused his body to vibrate slightly and his sturdy penis to spontaneously harden inside his trousers. Mother or not, Doris looked so appealing that her son could not help but react erotically to her presence and the physical contact that transpired between them.
"You're looking great," Mike gasped after she released her lips from his, hoping that she did not notice the instant swelling of his aroused cock that had taken place when her body brushed against his and her lips plunged against his own.
"You're not looking so bad yourself, Mr. Sergeant Mike Ferguson," Doris patted her son gently on the shoulder.
When his mother's hand made seemingly innocent contact with Mike's shoulder, he felt yet another surging sexual vibration shoot through his entire body. He felt instantly troubled over what was happening. Even if Doris did look extra appealing he still had to remember that she was his mother. He felt guilty over feeling the sweeping waves of passion that had suddenly coursed through his whole sensitive body. Could it be that he had been in stir too long in the Army? he asked himself. Mike damned well hoped so. He didn't fathom the idea of getting aroused by his own mother.
"I'll bet you're starved," Doris said.
"Well, they served us a good meal on the plane."
"But that was a long time ago, wasn't it."
"Yes."
"Knowing my growing young boy that undoubtedly means that you're famished by now."
"I could use something to eat."
"Great. I'll fix a couple steaks I bought earlier today just for this special occasion."
Doris insisted that her son sit down and relax while she prepared the meal. He thumbed through recent local newspapers in a quick effort to catch up on some of the appreciable news that he had missed during his Army tenure but soon gave up the effort. Suddenly the wear and tear of the exceptionally long flight began to catch up with Mike and he became sleepy. He now realized for the first time that he had been operating on a temporary rush of adrenaline during his long and eventful fucking session with the sensuous Sophie, as had she. Before he knew it, Mike dropped off to sleep, only to be awakened by Doris after she finished preparing dinner.
As Mike sat down at the dinner table across from his beautiful mother, he could not help but feel relieved to see her so vibrant and acting so happily. He recalled that his mother, during the time when his father was alive, had been sedate and generally willing to fade into the background. Since Carl Ferguson had been the fortifying element of her life, Doris had been understandably crushed when he died. At first she refused to do much of anything other than cry in seclusion over the void in her life, but finally, on the advice of Mike and several of her friends, she had taken a job as a bank teller mainly for therapeutic purposes in hopes of throwing off the tugging waves of depression that were severely troubling her. During that critical period Mike offered to obtain a discharge to help nurse her through this period of need, but Doris emphatically rejected the proposal, expressing strongly the wish that he finish his military service and not obtain a discharge until its regular conclusion.
Mike had not realized just how hungry he was until the juicy steak, hot sour dough bread and French fries were put before him, after which he ate heartily.
"I also bought a bottle of vin rose for the occasion," Doris smiled, "something special for the occasion."
In addition to devouring the steak, bread and French fries, Mike also rapaciously attacked the bottle of vin rose wine with plenty of help from his mother.
By the time that the bottle was finished and the celebration terminated, both mother and son were feeling the effects of the wine. At first Mike became giddy, but soon enough the tiredness which had surfaced before the meal reappeared.
"I've made your bed up for you, my dear," Doris kissed her son tenderly on the cheek.
A few minutes later Mike Ferguson was sound asleep, dead to the rest of the world.