Welcome Home

“Have I told you how glad I am you’re home?” Angie asked. Deployed for three years, Vincent returns to find much has changed. Yet, his mother changed the most. Enchanted by how gorgeous she looks with her tighter, solid and more robust physique, he used to think she was sexy Gordita. Now, she is a hot Mamacita. He has a plan to seduce his mom, but does Angelica have plans to seduce her son? Welcome Home!

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Upon completing my third deployment in Afghanistan, in June 2010, I was discharged. It was time to return home to East Northport, Long Island. During sojourn, my desire for my mother had tripled. Even before coming home, having discovered the utopia of uplifting incest erotica, I determined I would work up the courage to seduce my love. It was time for me to return home to my Angelica.

Returning home involved boarding a military transport to Saudi Arabia and then onward to Ramstein Air Base in Germany. There, I signed my DD Two-Fourteen, Certificate of Release or Discharge from Active Duty, and was formally separated from the United States Army. I was, once again, an American citizen.

“Vincent!” Mom joyously shouted. She hugged me tightly. Her warm, soft, and very arousing embrace almost crushed me. I hadn't been a choirboy while I was gone but no woman's touch felt as electrifying as her body compressed onto mine.

“God, look at you. You look… you look… you look…” I couldn't finish the sentence because the only adjective my mind could grasp was, “Hot!” After releasing me from her embrace, she held me by the arms. Her cheeks reddened. She knew I was stunned by her appearance.

I always admired her oversized softness, and knew she lost weight since I was gone, but I wasn't prepared for how gorgeous or glamorous she now looked. During the three years I was deployed she proudly boasted she lost 36 pounds—which averages to about one pound a month, and allowed her body to adjust to the changes—through exercise and changing her diet. However, she would not admit what the starting or end weights were.

“Look how great he looks,” she proudly yelled at my sisters and father; and I felt the same way towards her.

She was wearing a shimmering dark blue sleeveless silk blouse. It was well fitting, almost molding to her now robust physique. I was enchanted, mesmerized by how it sparkled when she moved, shifting hues as the light played off it. To compliment her top she wore a pair of very fashionable black jeans that hugged her full, thick legs with aplomb. Her jeans dived into a pair of black, crushed suede boots that reached up to her knees. I was surprised to see how towering her thin stiletto heels were, then even more so when I realized her heels were molded to resemble the barrel of an assault rifle.

“I love your new look,” she cheered and I thought the same thing. Mom seemed to have lost weight in all the right places. Overall, everything seemed tighter, solid and more robust. Where previously she seemed like a tasty Butterball turkey or a sexy Gordita, now without a doubt she was a foxy chubette or a hot Mamacita. One of the changes I seemed to fixate on was how lean, firm, and shapely her arms had become. I don't know why but I found it extremely arousing to see that my mom now had biceps. Her legs, hips and ass had decreased in their massiveness but not in their glory. Instead, they seemed even mightier in their thick toneness. When my family headed towards the parking lot, and I enjoyed watching her in motion, I fought not to drool. I tried not to ogled the way she looked. I don’t think I was fully successful.