She lay there, on her back now, breathing heavily."I'm sorry, Mom," I finally said abjectly, with tears in my eyes. "I just got carried away."We lay t...ere without speaking, and the sound of the rain came back into my consciousness. All of nature was weeping with me. Oh, God, what a mess I had made of it! Suddenly a sob shook my body."Oh, honey!" Mom said, turning toward me. "It's all right. I forgive you. I know that you're going through a difficult time in your development. It's OK." She. I took my hand a slowly reached it up her shirt and gently began to massage her breast. In between kisses she began saying things like oh Devin and I love you. Then she stopped kissing me and went down under the blanket. I felt her undo the button on my jeans and then unzip them. Then she pulled them down and she pulled down my boxers. I felt her warm wet mouth slip over my rock hard cock. I moaned with pleasure. She continued to lick and suck on my dick until I felt that familiar feeling. Part of my abbreviated, compressed weapons training was the constant need to care for the weapons. Since I was the only one who fired my weapon during last night’s escapade, I was the only one that needed to break it down, clean, and reassemble. It wasn’t as if I had that much experience but I had to do the same thing each time I practiced so, with Mitch nearby, I managed just fine. In fact, I was so focused on that task that I didn’t really notice what he was pulling out of the backpack we. He didn’t fight for custody or even fight when my mom went after alimony. I guess to him he was free to live his life how he wanted to, free of the burdens of having a family to hold him back and to stall his career. After the divorce my mom moved us out of base housing and into a small 2 bedroom house out in the surrounding town of Jacksonville. She was happier than I had ever seen her. She liked going back to school, and the freedom of doing what she wanted. She no longer had to worry about.