I knew that what I'd felt as I danced with my son was exciting but it was also wrong. After we arrived home, I opened a bottle of wine and as we were ...aving our drinks.My son nervously said, "Mum, we shouldn't have danced as close as we did tonight." And why not?" I asked, knowing the answer."I didn't know what to do with myself," he replied. "And you wasn't making things easy for me."After we finished our drinks, he quickly excused himself and went to his room. I finished my drink in silence.. 'What are you wearing Private Heyweird?' he yelled. I said the name is Heywood and told him my ears hurt. 'Heyweird, it's eighty degrees out here.' I said my ears weren't cold; they were ringing. That's when he caught on and it earned me a week in latrine duty. I just hope the guys are better shots with their rifles than with their cocks pointed at the urinals.After six weeks of Sergeant O'Brien in basic training, Brian was ready to go home on leave before being shipped out. He was headed to. It was about two couples who were playing strip poker. When all the clothes were gone the two guys asked their wives to make out in front of them. I thought this was going to be pretty good. The girls turned the tables and told the guys that in order to see them making out the guys would have to do it first. There was a lot of make-believe drinking and the guys left the room for a few minutes. When they returned the stood in front of the couch where the girls were seated and kissed each other. Around us the conversation and the meal continued, we even contributed to the chatter, but I became increasingly aware of the slow rise of Ian's hand up my thigh and increasingly thrilled by his touch.The thrill I was feeling shot to a new high when I felt another hand slip through the other slit and start to stroke my thigh firmly. Eyebrows raised in surprise I looked at Gary, he gave me a wink without breaking the flow of his conversation. I could not believe that this was happening; my best.