0 comments/ 34236 views/ 15 favorites Bathing With Mike By: mattwatt43 Sue Wharton was depressed. She would have said a curt and tearful: "Of course I'm depressed. I've lost them all." She would be speaking of course of Dan, her husband, gone these 5 years or so and now, now, everlastingly now Kenny, dead of a roadside bomb in Iraq! It was a phrase that she couldn't stand to have repeated but was aways in her heart, in her consciousness, in the back of her mind, never truly and fully going away, just always there! She felt at age 38 that the world had ended and she periodically just wanted to get off. Sue took care of herself still because it wasn't her way to just let herself go physically. But life was dull and gray, always dull and gray for her. She'd had, of course, the official treatment from the government. They'd sent a representative Marine to talk to her and be with her during the whole of the grueling time up to and including the funeral. When it was over, when the kind Marine had gone, she put the things away: flag, letters, commendations. She didn't want to remember that; she refused to remember him that way. She thought that she'd much rather remember maybe changing his diaper, curbing his periodic wildness, dealing with his teen aged shenanigans. Anything would do but the 'final things.' She carefully tucked it away, dealt with the finally decreasing number of people, who wanted to talk to her about it, commiserate, try to be helpful but who were just keeping her focused always on the depressing reality of it. Slowly, during that year, gradually she started to settle down to a normal depression, or at least what she thought was a normal depression. Then she got a note from Mike, Mike Lawler, Kenny's best Marine buddy. It was a kind of double edged thing. She was pleased to hear from Mike, who simply seemed to fade at the same time that she'd lost her Kenny but hearing from him helped to sweep her up again into the middle of the whole event. The blackness came back all over again. But she discovered from Mike's letter that he too had been injured in the same explosion that had taken Kenny. He explained in the letter that he was in rehab, having lost both of his legs in the explosion. At that point, Sue just put the letter down and cried. She cried and cried. First her darling Kenny and now his pal Mike: Mike without family or roots, who'd come home with Kenny and affectionately called her "Mom," Mike who was now maimed for life, or so it seemed. In the letter, which, first time around, she could hardly read because of the effect of the tracks of her tears on her face, he apologized for not getting in touch with her sooner. He told her of his own process and where he was with the process. He said that he had been fitted with brand new metal legs, and was trying to learn how to use them but still had to use two canes to get around. But the end of the letter was what got to her the most. At the very end, apologizing again for not having been in touch with her sooner, he told her that he was intending to come to see her soon, that he'd be released from the government hospital soon and would be coming. Her first reaction was that she didn't want to see him; she didn't think she could see him or would see him. She sat, after her tears, and got 'tough' with herself, telling herself that 'of course you'll see him." "He must be as hurt and aching about Kenny as you; so you'll see him." She went to bed on that note, deciding to let the idea rest until the morning. In the morning, she realized that she was still determined to see Mike, to have the visit. To at least get that last part of this over. He came by taxi. She had been waiting, hovering, looking out the window, not knowing exactly how to expect him to get there. But then the taxi pulled up and the driver unloaded the bags. Mike stood there a little uncertainly with his two canes, and the old part of Sue went into action. She bounded out the door, tears streaming down her face but calling out to him: "Mike, sweetie!" and crying all the while. She got to him, making sure that she didn't knock him off of his unsteady feet and hugged him and held on, just held on. He caressed the back of her head and let her cry in his arms. It took her a bit of time to settle down from the crying and she looked at him, blinking and said: "I'm so sorry that I'm such a blubbering baby here." "Don't you worry about that," he replied. "Oh, my lovely, handsome Mike! What they've done to you! What those evil, evil people have done to you!" she whispered fiercely to him. He held her still, and then, when she broke away from the hug, her eyes brightened and she smiled at him, a dazzling smile. "Welcome, love," she said. "It's such a treat, such a treat!" She turned and grabbed his bags, saying: "Here, I'll get these.' And she began to walk ahead of him toward the house. (Sue's house was a lovely, big house. She and her Dan worked on building up a business, and then, when the business was built up, and a going concern, they build their big house. It was now way to big for her but it was certainly comfortable.) "Just put them on the porch," Mike said, "After we visit for a bit, I'm going to ask you to call a cab to take me to a hotel." Then the mother popped out in Sue: "Nonsense, Mike," she said, "You're . . .you're like one of my own. You'll stay right here, and no backtalk!" Mike smiled at her and said a courteous: "Yes, ma'am." Sue laughed then and said out loud, as though to the whole world: "The Marine is polite! " And she laughed. She got his stuff inside the house and took it off to the guest room for him, while he waited downstairs. He was still waiting and standing downstairs, when she returned. "Oh, Mike," she wailed, "I am so addle brained; sit down. Be comfortable; where in heck are my manners?" He laughed and said: "It's no big thing Mrs Wharton." She winced just a little at him calling her 'Mrs Wharton' but let it go. Then they sat to talk. She fetched him a cup of coffee, that she brewed for him and then they talked. She warned him that she was going to cry, and that he shouldn't mind that, since she cried a great deal these days anyway. Their talk was long, and parts of it, though she didn't want to hear these things, especially details, were things that she knew he needed to talk about, to tell her about, and so, she allowed it and took it all in, putting it, purposefully away in her usually locked "Kenny" room, there to simply remain hidden and not be brought out. They ended the initial talking part of the visit with both of them grieving and holding each other on the couch. Their hug lasted long minutes and was interrupted by no words, no talking at all. The talking had been done, now was time for the holding. The crisis came innocently and unexpected by either of them, both of them. Sue told Mike that she was taking him out for dinner, a spiffy dinner. She said that, if he could follow her, she'd show him where his room was, and the bathroom. He followed her and they went to where the room was, and his things were put on the bed. Then she showed him the bathroom and shower that was used by those guest rooms. He got a worried look on his face, looking over the bathroom. Looking up at him, she asked him: "What's wrong?" "I don't know . . ." he said hesitatingly, "I don't know if I can use that shower!" "Oh dear," she exclaimed. "I'm so dumb sometimes, Mike. No, of course you can't; you'll have to use my bathroom. The master bath has a big shower with a seat in it. It will be perfect for you." "If you don't mind terribly," he said then, "I've been traveling all day and really would like to shower and clean up." "No problem," Sues said with a smile. "Let me show you where to go and all." She led him to where her bedroom was with the master bathroom. He looked in at it and said: "I think it will be fine." He still had a major look of concern on his face, and she turned to him and said: "Mike, we're like family here; tell me what it is, please." (She touched his arm as she spoke to him.) "I might need some help; I just don't know. I'm getting used to these new pegs, but I'm not sure." (When he said "pegs" he slapped his metal legs with his hand for emphasis.) "Mike, don't you worry, I'll be around and help all that is needed." He smiled and said thanks. Then he hurriedly went on to say to her: "Oh, I will wear a bathing suit for the shower, in case you have to come in and help me out." That struck Sue; she wasn't sure that it was right that he had to wear a bathing suit into a shower for himself. She let it go, however, at least for the moment. She left him then to give him a chance to get ready for the shower. In a few minutes, he called out to her. She went in. He had detached his metal legs and they were in the corner. He himself, when she went into the bathroom, was sitting on that stool, that was built into one side of the large plexi shower stall. He had on a pair of 'Marine' bathing trunks that he was going to wear in the shower. It seemed, right then, ridiculous to her that he had to do that, instead of being comfortable. She was thinking at that point like a mother and acted as she would have with her own Kenny. "No, Mike," she said firmly, "This will never do." She looked around a bit and said: "I'll come in there and help." Then with a determined look on her face she stepped into the shoer stall, and continued: "And you can't take a shower with those trunks on; I know how uncomfortable that would be." "But . . ." he said but she broke in and stopped him. "Hush!" she said. "You're my Kenny's age and I'm twice your age; I can help out here and I mean to." "Okay," he said softly as she moved to where he was sitting. He lifted himself by his arms and she was able to grasp the trunks and pull then down and off. Then she turned, trying to be business like through it all, and was going to reach for the single shower knob that controlled water and water heat. "Damn!" she said, as much to herself as anyone else, and stepped out of the shower. Mike just watched her. With little thought to what she was doing, and working only on her agenda to get a 'boy of hers' showered, who was having trouble, Sue unbuttoned her house dress, that she been wearing, and that buttoned down the front. Mike, in the shower on the seat, looked at her with large and wondering eyes, as she first stripped off the house coat and set it aside, and then took off her bra and deposited it on the chair in the bathroom where the house coat had been put. She was left with a pair of pink, nylon panties. They were the kind that went all the way to the waist, and on Sue they looked, wonderful, even foxy. They also hid nothing at all, since they were of thin material, allowing the billowing curls of her dark pubic hair to push against the fabric and from the back the view that they gave of her ass cheeks was breathtaking. Sue hadn't considered any of this. She only had the object in front of her to help him get this shower underway and done. He was till staring at her near nakedness, when she entered the shower and looked at him. It was precisely then that it hit her the way that it had already hit him. She looked him up and down and, gaping at him, said softly: "Mike, you're beautiful! Just beautiful! Oh dear, oh dear!" She turned quickly then to turn on the shower and got it to a good heat. It, of course, soaked her first, rendering the panties useless as any kind of protection from the eyes. Mike simply looked at her, as she stood under the stream of water to get it ready. When it was ready, she turned to him. He got red in the face, since by now he had an erection that he had no way to hide. "Oh dear!" she said again. "I never thought of that!" she continued. "And . . .uh . . .your panties!" he said softly. She glanced down at her panties now rendered completely transparent by the water, and she squeaked. "What am I thinking!" she said, and then she looked at him with a shamed look on her face, and said: "Yes, Mike, you might as well look; I have a big ass!" She wasn't sure if she should or would head for the door of the stall or continue to help him, when he said: "Mom, you have a perfect ass! Just perfect; that's the way it looks from where this Marine is sitting." The kindness of his tone; the use of the word "Mom" did her in. She went to him and held him again, shaking with her crying again. He held her and rubbed her back. It only dawned on her slowly then that she was enjoying this fortuitous situation totally. She got up and said: "Drat it; let me take these off." She slipped the wet panties off and dropped them in the corner, and then seemed to make a decision. It was not one that she would ever have anticipated, or thought about, or planned but it certainly was what she did. With a thought about what she was going to do, she also turned off the water in the shower. She went to him, knelt down and put her arms around him again. But this time it was different. "Mike, Mike, you are so handsome; so perfect!" "Perfect?" he said wincing. "Don't you deny it!" she said, her voice fierce and determined. "Right here and now you're mine and you're perfect." His return to her then was: "You're just the prettiest woman that I've seen." She laughed then and said: "And probably the first truly naked woman that you've seen in months or longer." He smiled and said: "True but it doesn't matter; you are so much beyond gorgeous.!" She put her face against his shoulder then and said to him softly: "Mike, I need to tell you that I didn't plan this; I had no grand seduction in mind here, I really didn't." "I know that," he said and then felt her hand wrap itself around his swollen cock. "But I don't know what to call you; 'Mom' comes easiest to my mind but it doesn't seem to fit the circumstances." "Mom is just right, and the circumstances are ours," she replied and the, after a second or two of thought added, with a new earnestness in her voice and a look of concern on her face: "Honey, please let me do this; I need you to believe that I never planned this; I haven't been out to seduce my Kenny's best friend. Please believe that. But I also want you to know that I don't want to run away from it. Please." His answer came in both a kiss and the caressing of her ass cheek with his hand. "Mom, so fine, so wonderful, woman! Don't know what's thrown us together like this but here we are and what''ll we do now?" he crooned at her. "And you don't mind this?" he asked indicating his stumps of legs. "Don't think it or anything like it," she said, placing a finger on his lips and kissing him right after wards, opening her mouth and letting his tongue into her mouth and so that it mingled with her own tongue. She sighed and said: "It's been ever so long a time for me, ever so long." "Well, I can say 'yes' to that," he said. "Hardly any time with all the goings on where we were." At that instant she decided to take over. "Then let me do this," she said, now in a low voice that gave Mike shivers. "First time will be quick." "Quick," he said. "In my mouth," she continued. "Ohhhh," he drawled, his erection getting harder at the thought. Then she lowered her head and kissed the head of his cock. When she'd done that much, she looked up at him and smiled a broad smile. His erection bobbed up and down involuntarily. It made her giggle. "It's like he's greeting me!" she said, her giggle continuing. His answer was to simply lean his head back against the plexi of the shower stall, while she moved her hands to his waist and pushed her head down farther onto his erect cock. She loved the soft hardness of it. She licked her way around the head of the cock and sucked on the head with force. He moaned. She continued and plunged her head onto it, so that most of the cock was now in her mouth. Then she let her lips creep their way down so that she was kissing his pubic hair. His moan was louder. She began a short time of alternating the licking and sucking about the head with her plunging her mouth down to encompass all of his prick. With almost no warning, he came with a rush. Sue swallowed as much of his coming load as she could, and even so some of it ran down her chin. She wiped it off with a finger and then licked the finger, as a wicked grin encased her face. He didn't quite know what to do next. She did. She pulled his cock back into her mouth and sucked on it again until it was hard once more. She stood and said, with some concern: "I don't want to hurt you now." "Mom, they're fine," he assured her, as she backed up to him and began to sit down in his lap directly on his prick. He spread his legs to accommodate her, and slid his prick into her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said, the sound wooshing out of her. Then again: "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! How wonderful! How wonderful you feel! How wonderful!" she kept gushing. He reached his hands around to the front of her and pinched and pulled at her nipples, causing more loud noises from her. She worked now at moving her hips up and down on the spike of his prick. She did it slowly but continually and was able to bring him to another orgasm, just before her own exploded. Then she turned around to face him; he was grinning from ear to ear, as she kissed him. Then she said: "Now I'm going to wash you." "Good," he said, smiling, "Mom is going to give me a bath now." "Yep," she said, "All part of the full service given to our national heroes." When the shower was finished, she watched with a bit of amazement as he hauled himself around and began to get dressed for their dinner out. She helped him as she could but was constantly aware of his being able to do things for himself. She also was awed by the apparent strength in his arms and hands. He watched her a bit, with a smile on his face, as she donned a pair of black stretch lace panties, thigh highs and a black lacy bra. She smiled at him, once she knew that he was watching her so intently. "Does the sergeant like what he sees?" she wanted to know, in a coy fashion. "The sergeant definitely likes what he sees," he said appreciatively. He was seated on the bed at one point, and had just finished the process of putting his new prosthetic legs on, when she went to him, enfolding him in her arms. "Mike, Mike," she crooned at him, "There's no pity here but it makes me so sad that they've done this to my boy, my Mike, my lovely one!" He held her then in his arms, which were tight around her waist. She reached back and took one of his hands and pushed it down so that it was resting on her ass cheeks. "The lady's forward!" he quipped. "The lady's been without a gorgeous man like her Mike for a long, long time and needs to make up some time before he gets away from her," she answered, punctuating her declaration with a kiss. Then he got into his uniform pants and she put on a simple black dress, one that accentuated her figure very nicely. She stood back from him a bit, once he was all dressed in his dress blues. "Oh, how wonderful! How handsome my man is!"she gushed at him. Then she became serious and said: "Mike I know that the way I've been acting is kind of a shock; it's kind of that way to me too and I want you to know that nothing that I've done or will do is meant to make any kind of claim at all. I appreciate our time here, and having you here to love just for now is such a treat for me." "Hush now, woman," he said, putting a finger on her lips, which she drew into her mouth and sucked on, with a grin, right away. "You don't need to say those things at all; we are who we are right now here for each other and that's just fine. How about if I take my girl out for dinner?" Bathing With Mike "Oh what a treat that will be! Out on the arm of a handsome Marine!" she said. "It fairly gives me the shivers." Then she stood off from him a bit and twirled, after she put her heels on. "How do I look?" "First answer is the polite answer," he said. "Lovely beyond lovely." "And the not so polite answer?" she inquired, putting her arms around his neck. "Like eating stuff!" he said, and she squealed and hid her face in his neck saying: "Wonderful, wonderful!" She got serious again then and said: "Oh, Mike, I know that I'm a lot older than you are, honey; I don't forget that!" "Enough," he said to her; "We're together here and that's what is important. It's time for our night out. Ready?" "Ready, Marine!" she said leading him out of the bedroom. Dinner was an unqualified success. The place they ate was one where she was known. They made a fuss over Mike and she was asked to stand and introduce him to the room full of people. She did so with tears on her cheeks and in her eyes, mentioning that he had lost his legs in combat in the same incident that had killed her Kenny. The patrons stood and applauded for him, and many of them, as they left passed the table to greet both of them. They drove home and she left him off in front of the house, as she pulled the car in. Once inside, she asked him if he wanted a drink before retiring, and he said it would be nice. She went and fetched him a brandy and one for herself. She was gone for a few minutes to get the drinks but took a detour into her bedroom also. When she came back down, he'd removed his uniform jacket and was in his shirt sleeves; she entered the room with the brandies. She had changed and he looked at her with his face enwreathed in a smile. She now had on black mules on her feet and a long black nightgown. It had alternating panels, which radiated downward from her shoulders, where it was held on by spaghetti straps. There was a dark black panel directly down the front of the gown, which covered her pubic hair. On either side of it there were opaque panels that showed her large tits and excited nipples. The pattern in the back was reversed so that the center panel was the opaque one, and displayed her naked ass cheeks. Mike shook his head and said: "This is what we talked about on the dark nights, watching and waiting." "What?" she asked softly. "Being in the presence of a big titted woman!" he said with a smile. She blushed. "You blush," he said then happily. "I love that." She gave him his brandy and then she told him that she'd moved his bags to the master bedroom. "I want you sleeping with me," she said simply. "When the night terrors come creeping for me, I want to feel the strong naked body of my Marine next to me." He got up then and said: "How about some music, lady? Want to dance with a crippled Marine?" Her answer was quick: "No, but I want to dance with you, my lovely one." She put on music and, though hesitant, and shuffling, he danced with her, holding her tight. She took his hand and slid it down to her ass cheeks, as they danced. He let out a sigh, and whispered to her: "I know it's crude to say it but you have a magnificent ass!" She licked his ear, and said: "Be crude, if you want, this big titted woman loves it!" He laughed then. Her head was on his shoulder, as they danced and she whispered to him: "Can I be crude now and ask you a favor?" "Anything for the lady!" was his quick answer. "I can ask this because my face is hidden in your shoulder, otherwise I don't think that I'd have the courage," she explained. "Yes?" he asked. "Now you're intriguing me." "Will you, later . . .uh . . .will you take me in the ass?" she finally got out. "What?" he said, smiling but knowing enough not to look at her directly in the face. He nibbled her ear then and whispered back: "My lady is going to be a walk on the wild side! I like that." "Oh, thank you," she said, bringing her face out then and kissing her. She sighed and greeted his lips and tongue with an open mouth, losing herself in the kiss. "I can't understand the quickness of this at all," she said to him next. "But I don't regret it at all. Mike it's just wonderful to be here like this with you, and I think that everyone we loved would have approved." She stopped and hesitated for a few second, and said then: "And I promise not to cry." "You cry if you need to, lovely lady," was his answer. "At least not too much," she said then, smiling at him. "You'll cry, when I stick my cock up your ass," he said to her, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. She whooped! And grabbed hold of him and held on until the song was over. She moved away from him then, and stood off a few paces. "Ready?" she asked. "As I'll ever be," he answered. She pushed first one spaghetti strap down and then the other. Then the gown rustled its way down to her waist. Then she shook her hips and the gown floated to the floor, leaving her wearing only her mules. She stretched out a hand and he went to her. He held her, his hands roaming down her back, across her thighs, around and around her ass cheeks. "Know this, Marine," she said. "If you've ever had a sexual fantasy; ever wanted to do anything. I'm here and I'll do it." "Wow!" he said. "What a homecoming that is." "The girl said 'anything' soldier!" she reminded him. "I'll certainly remember that," were his next words. Then he sighed and said: "Sue, Sue, you are such a wonderful homecoming for me." "It's what I wanted to be," she said, and took him by the hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom. When they got to the bedroom, she sat him on the edge of the bed, saying: "I want to strip you naked; help me out with advice. I don't want to hurt you." "It's not easy to hurt me any more; I've gotten well used to these by now." She had his shirt and undershirt off first, stopping to kiss each nipple and lick each of his armpits. It made him smile. Then she knelt and got the buckle of his belt undone and got his pants taken off. He explained to her how to take the metal legs off. She did so and put them off to the side by the wall. Then she tugged off his underwear, and was faced with his erection, which she kissed. "I'd blow you again," she said, "But you know what I want and I want to be selfish now and get it." She went to the bathroom and came back with some k-y and gave it to him. Then she lay down on the bed on her stomach. What came next was memorable for her. He began by kissing her ass cheeks, and continued his progress by slowly kissing and licking his way all the way into the rose bud of her asshole. He had her squirming and crying out by that time. He began to use the k-y and lathered her up and his cock. Then he moved around and lay got in between her spread thighs. " I ,. . .Help!" she said, it was all that she could manage due to being turned on. But she reached around and spread her ass cheeks to admit him. He pushed his way to the entrance to her asshole and then softly pushed it in. She squealed into the bed covers. "Okay?" he asked. "Divine!" was her answer. "Fuck me, Marine! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me, my own!" He did. The initial pain for her melded into a general heat in her body and made her buck and sway with his fucking. "This is like being on a prime bronco!" he laughed in mid stream. "This is like nothing I've ever felt before," she wailed in a strained voice. When they both came, they lay there and panted for a while. He moved and lay on his back, and she went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth and a towel to clean him. She held out her arms then to him saying: "Come to me now, honey; sleeping with you is going to be one of the great pleasures of my life." It turned out exactly that way. As they lay, heads on the pillows, she said to him: "For anything, wake me at any time." He kissed her then. She blinked back the tears and said: "Mike, I think I'm going to love you!" Then she added hastily: "That's not intended as any effort to tie you down; it's just where I sense that I am here. I needed you to know." "Lovely to know," he said. Kissing her again. The terrors of the night crept up on her that night; they often did in those months after she'd gotten the news about Kenny's death. But he was there, and she was pulled into the circle of his strong arms and calmed. "No bad guys here," he said to her, as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled as he added: "The U.S. Marines are on the job." "Oh, yes!" was her answer. She woke before he did, and enjoyed looking down at the strength of his naked body. Then, giving in to her naughty desire, she took his cock in her hand and licked the head. He woke in the middle of a morning blow job. "Ohhhhhh, the Corps was never like this." "Morning, Marine!" she said. "Morning yourself, pretty lady; I'd kiss you but you seemed to be occupied." "Be done here in a little bit," she said, going back to the blow job. EPILOGUE: Mike moved on in a few days, after getting around and talking to some people. He had to finish his mustering out. It was a sunny day about a month later that she was home and heard a door slam. She looked and saw Mike getting out of a taxi again in front of the house. She was out and grabbing him immediately. They sat for coffee and he told her that his contacts from the previous visit had paid off. He'd been offered a job as assistant football coach on the staff of the local college. He'd decided to stay. Sue's joy was unbounded. She offered him a place to stay, while he got himself set up. He accepted and moved in. Mike never left. It was shortly after that, when he asked Sue to marry him. Her protests about her age were simply swept away. They live there still. The End