My plane stopped and everyone tried to be the first off, so I sat back and scanned the crowd at the window. There was Sara, she had changed in the last 3 years and the only reason that I could recognize her was from the beautiful hair color and the dress that she told me she would have on. The dress was easy to spot, it was custom made for me overseas. I had the tailors in Hong Kong make two each of several dress’s, one for Mom and one for Sara. Mom was at work and in the middle of a major deal and told me that she would make up for not be able to pick me up at the Airport.
The crowded had thinned considerable and I stood up, grabbed my carry on and deplaned. As soon as I stepped through the entrance way Sara was wrapping her arms tightly around me and crying, “Oh god, your home at last, Mom and I have missed you more than you can imagine.”
I kissed her on the cheek and extracted myself, not daring to touch her yet, I asked her to get the car and bring it around to baggage pick-up. I would meet her there. She gave me a funny look, then a light went on in her eyes and she smiled and walked off. Grabbing my luggage and placing it in the truck of Sara’s car I then open the passenger side door and climbed in. Sara put the car in gear and headed home. I turned and looked at Sara and was amazed how she had filled out since I had left for military duty. She had grown only a couple of inch’s taller, but at least 4 inch’s across her bust line and advanced several cup size’s. Her waist was still narrow with hips that were an ass mans dream. Her dress was high enough to see that I could see she had hose and garters on instead of pantyhose. I was getting a raging hard on just from looking at her.
Reaching one hand over to stroke my bulging crotch, she smiled impishly and said, “Mom wants you to call her as soon as you get in the house. Also, no playing around until Mom is home and can join us.”
As soon as my bags were upstairs and emptied I grabbed the phone and dialed the bank, Mom answered the phone, “Wendy Jones, Vice-president, May I help you?”
“Congratulations on the new position Mom,” I replied, “Is this phone private”
“Yes it is,” she answered back. “Well,” I began, “I have a friend of yours that hasn’t seen you in three years. He wants to know if your pussy still gets wet when he pokes his head in.”
“Oh, god,” she gasped out, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes, don’t do anything at all, and I do mean anything, until I get there.”
I heard Sara laughing behind me and turned to see her standing there grinning at me. “No, I am going to do as we were told and hold off until we can lock the front door for the evening” I told her, Sara shook her head and asked me if I was going to be able to wait that long. I smiled and said that I had waited three years so what’s 30 minutes?
As we waited for mom to come home Sara started to tell my about her boyfriend in collage, his name was John and she just knew that he was perfect for her. She explained that there was just something about him and his attitude towards her that told her there was a lot more about him then what was on the surface. She just couldn’t pin it down but it was there.
We talked on until the front door slammed shut and Mom walked into the den. I stood up and she was in my arms and her sweet lips pressed hard against mine as her body glued itself to me. My dick was at full attention and throbbing hard as we broke for air.
“Oh baby, it is so good to have you home again. I can hardly wait for us all to be together again.” She said, as she walked over and sat in the chair. She had hiked her skirt as she sat down and I was looking at a pair of long legs encased in nylons to the very top of her thighs, she was wearing a pair of dark blue panties, her legs spread wide apart. There was a very dark spot that marked her panties from pussy top to asshole. “See what your phone call did,” she commented, ” My nipples went rock hard as soon as I heard your voice, and when you asked me that questions, my pussy instantly got so wet that I felt as though I had peed my pants.”