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.