Paula found it bizarre that they didn’t embrace but quickly remember that hugging, kissing, and holding hands was frowned upon whilst in uniform. No more than five-seven, she projected power; her uniform fit better than a woman half her age. Her whiskey hair was cut in a short and sassy razor-cut pageboy, graying at the temples, framed her face and her eyes matched Charlie’s.


“We came a day early. I wanted to see you and dad before hand and introduce you to Paula.”


“Hi Paula, it’s nice to meet you.”


Paula froze for a half second. “It’s nice to meet you, Ma’am.”


“Ma’am?” she mocked, her brawl thicker than Charlie’s. “Call me Peggy.” She smiled


Thank you, Peggy.” Paula nerves began to settle.


“I thought there were three of you coming.” Peggy asked turning her attention to Charlie.


“Shawn will be here tomorrow evening. He wasn’t able to make the hop with us today.”


“Too bad. Maybe I’ll meet him before y’all leave. Have you spoken to your dad?”


“I called the house but I got a busy signal.” Charlie said.


“Mostly likely we were on the line when you called.”


Charlie huffed. “When are you gonna get call waiting?”


“If it’s important enough, they’ll call back or leave a message.”


“Excuse me, ma’am,” Rose interrupted. “You have a call.”


“Who is it?”


“It’s Major Montgomery.”


Peggy rolled her eyes. “Tell him I’m going to lunch with my son and I’ll call him back later. If it can’t wait then have him call Colonel Travis,” she said and turned back to Charlie and Paula. “Let’s get out of here before they get wind that cage door is open.” She went to retrieve her purse and cover from the coat rack. “What’ll it be? Chow Hall or the club?”


“The club!” both Charlie and Paula said in unison.



A normal two minute stroll to the car had taken them five with Peggy in tow. Everyone passing in uniform saluted and most kept on their way although somehow along the eay they’d managed to pickup Colonel Eli Travis, the bases’ second in command. This is exactly what Charlie dreaded. No matter where his mother went everyone seemed to follow. Luckily, Colonel Travis was a longtime family friend and former comrade of his father.


Paula hadn’t made any major mistaken then again Peggy didn’t come off as a person that would chastise me if I were to make a mistake. Peggy had a commanding presents yet there was unruffled air about her---similar to that of Charlie. Even as a Staff Sergeant, he’d always seemed above it all. Paula had written it off to him being a arrogant bastard but these manners was natural not forced.


“Paula, have you given any thought into joining the service?” Peggy asked.


“No, I haven’t.”


“Why not?” She took a sip of water. “If you’re going to perform the same duties and risk your life, you may as well put the uniform on, right?”


Paula pushed her food around her plate searching for her words. “Yes, ma’am. You’re right. I’ll give it some thought.”


“Don’t give it too much thought,” Col. Travis cut it. “Peggy would have everyone in uniform at some point in their lives.”


“No, I believe everyone should put in at least two years of service. Hell, France makes their citizens serve four years. If each American services two years in one of the forces, it’ll cut back on some of the senseless crime. They’ll stop shooting each other and learn to shot the enemy.” She smiled.


Col. Travis shook his head. “How did you deal with her, Charlie? I’m surprised she didn’t rip you a new one when you joined Enlisted.”

“What?” Paula said.


“Even though I have a degree, I joined the Air Forced as an Enlisted member rather than an Officer. My mom wasn’t pleased.”


Peggy grinned. “It’s not that I wasn’t pleased. I was glad you’d joined at all but for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why you’d chosen to enlist rather to accept your commission.”


“I wanted to be an average Airmen. I’d grown up around the brass; I wanna see what it’s like on the other side.”


“It’s all the same,” Col. Travis said. “It’s just different sides of the same turd.”


“Only the Officers side doesn’t have corn stickin’ out of it.” Peggy laughed.



They passed the rest of the afternoon chatting about politics, current affairs and most of all Charlie. He was the apple of his mother’s eye and he loved her dearly. His father had taken earlier retirement in order to raise Charlie in West Virginia while Peggy persuaded her career at home and abroad. It was easy to see why Charlie wasn’t put off by a strong assertive woman; his mother was the classic example. Her marriage was based on mutual respect. An officer himself, her husband could have competed with her for the limelight, instead he stepped back and let her shine.


By the end, Peggy no longer struck fear in Paula. If anything she admired her ability to balance her professional and private life. She didn’t know it then but Peggy would be her role model in the years to come.




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The night drew to a close. Paula sat in her bedroom surfing the net while Charlie ironed his uniform and showered. It had been a long day for both of them and all Paula wanted to do was sleep but, of course, Charlie had other, more pressing, things in mind.


“Lie down and show me your pussy,” Charlie said standing in a towel at the end of her bed.


Paula shot him a quick glance and then turned her attention to her laptop. “I’m still upset with you.”


“Fair enough,” He shrugged.


“You sure gave up easily.” She closed her laptop and placed it on the nightstand. “I was kinda hoping you’d put up a fight.”


He climbed in bed and removed her thin pajama tee, allowing her chest to fall free. “I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I should have told you about my mother.” He pulled her flat on her back and peeled away her pajama, tossing them aside. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose and her lips. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.” He kissed a trail down her neck to her chest.


Paula couldn’t take her eyes from her breast cupped in his hands, his lips moving hungrily over her nipples. His mouth devoured her tits. His tongue seemed to have unlocked the secret to spreading her legs against her will, giving him free reign to play.
He sucked her nipples with such tenderness, her clit became insanely jealous. It begged his attention. “Damn,” she gave a tortured little moan as her orgasm passed.


Charlie looked up at her continually sucking her nipple. “I’m sorry for not preparing you to meet my mom but I will never beg for something that’s already mine.”

“Are you staking claim to my pussy?”


He smiled sheepishly and eased downward. “No, I want everything you have to give. I want your body and your mind and your heart, Paula.” His words seduced her clit from hiding.


She sat up on her elbows, out of breath with want. “Can you eat right now and we’ll work out the logistics of everything else later?” She watched his lips working over her lips with insatiable lust. She called to him, squirming under is mouth. He licked faster, parting her lips and sinking into her depths. She threw back her head and moaned clasping her thighs around his face.


By the knees, Charlie spread her and continued to feast. Her thrashing and whining spurred him on. He loved the incredibly sweet sounds her pussy made against his mouth when he brought her to an pussy-shuddering solipsistic orgasm.


“Is this what you needed?” he said giving her clit a single lick and ran his fingers up her thighs slowly, barely touching her skin.


“Yes,” Paula closed her eyes; his sucking sounds and moaning caused her back to arch involuntary, and her legs to shiver. “Oh fuck, keep licking. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum on your mouth.” Her head began to spin.


“You taste so fucking good, Paula.” He said probing two fingers into her. “Touch yourself, baby.” He sucked her clit gently. Her excited sent his soaring, he couldn’t wait to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock; to hear her begging for him to cum, see her writhing and pleading for his cock. “What do you want me to do to you?”


“Suck.” She demanded and he obliged, sucking and licking her as she rubbed herself. She pressed and circled, remembering how to prolong her release…letting them build up one on top the other until they came crashing down around her. “Oh shit,” Paula tried to rise to see him eat her but her strength failed her. Reluctantly, she falls back in languid abandon as Charlie licked her clit, parted her labia and fingered her until she was on the verge of utter combustion.


His insistent pleasure-licking drove her closer and closer to cumming….and she resented him for it. Though unspeakably deliciously cum-worthy, she wanted it to last just a bit longer. But her traitorous little pussy had a mind of it’s own and mutinied against her; throwing its supplicant’s hands up to heaven, and lifting her hips up towards the silky caress of Charlie’s lapping tongue.


“Holy fuck!” She screamed repeatedly dear near crashing Charlie in the process.


He held her as she panted, whimpered, purred and moaned until completely relaxed. Once she lie satisfied and calm, he reached for a condom.


Paula rolled over. “Good night.”

“What!” Charlie could hardly believe his ears.


“I told you that I was still upset.” She inched towards him. “Now hold me and go to sleep.”