I keep in touch and she always ask, when will I be home? Good question, I have thirty days leave coming up, which is the military equivalent to vacati...on. I was stationed in Trieste , Italy , I caught a military hop to Greece and from there I got a commercial flight home. My Moms met me at the airport, after the tears and my baby is home. Which lasted about fifteen minutes, I asked were my father was. She calmed her self and with a matter of fact look. She told me that they are separated, they. Like a man ... like a lover. The realization made her head spin and her heart pound.Suddenly the room grew very quiet. Melissa pulled away and moved up to lie on the bed next to Eric, who had his eyes closed, but he was still breathing heavily.A moment later Eric opened his eyes and smiled at his mother. She returned the smile. “God, you’re beautiful, Mom.”Melissa blushed. She closed her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.Eric found he couldn’t resist touching her. Slowly his hand reached out and. "Good God, Steve! What kind of asshole was Regina shacked up with?" Astrid inquired."I don't know. I never met this one," I told her.I called 911 while Astrid got mom untied. The cops and paramedics showed up shortly. Of course they asked a lot of questions that we had no answers for. The paramedics took Mom off to the hospital, and we followed after the police finished going over the house.The doctor at the hospital took us aside when we inquired about Mom and had informed him who we. “Yes, Michelle. What can I do for you?” I said attempting to suppress the image of her white pantied crotch and tan creamy thighs. She closed my door, and came and sat in her desk. This made me slightly nervous. Not only was I alone with a female student in a closed room, but it was the same on I’d been up skirting earlier that day. “I guess I’ve just been sad lately. I just really miss Mrs. D. I just can’t shake it,” she said fidgeting slightly in her seat. “I know I sometimes feel the same.