Like a gentleman I stood while they took their places on either side of me. Once we were all seated I took the linen napkin and placed it on my lap. Y...ah, no paper but real linen napkins. Talk about royal treatment. They asked me to say grace so I expounded with "Lord, we thank you for this sumptuous food and the delightful company of these two visions of loveliness."We ate the meal in virtual silence as I concentrated on the variety of flavors of an expertly prepared meal. As if this wasn't. "Are you serious? You're not my mother, for Christ sake your two yearsyounger than me. Why would I call you mother?" he spat out trying totwist himself in the chair now to somehow get free. "I'll call you abitch if you like." Call me mother. I used to like that Martin. I would like it again verymuch. It would give our mother/son relationship much more warmth andmeaning to me," she ran her finger across his cheek. "Your father agreedwith me on this you know. He felt you should address me as your. ..up one thigh and down the other,two hands on her ass and then one light finger drifting overher asshole, and finally, a hand around and then over herpussy, feeling her, testing her, and finding her soddenwet and so ready for whatever he had planned. "Are you ready?" He asked, planting kisseson her back and neck while his hand fluttered over her pussylips. "I know how long you have wanted this. Thankyou for letting me give you this." His voice was husky,almost out of control...She was picking. ”The chopper landed and as they began to take me off the chopper, I had a slight problem in my pants: The flight nurse got me so excited I had a world class tent. And it wasn’t funny! It hurt like hell because my hands weren’t free so I couldn’t position him in a more comfortable position.They slid me out of the chopper and SHIT! There to meet me was Colonel Maggie. I could clearly see where her eyes traveled as they went from South to North - she noticed the tent. She scolded me, “Sgt. Blaine,.