Shortly after dad arrived in Iraq he called mom to tell her everything was alright. Mom was in the hospital getting ready to deliver my new brother so grandma took the call.

He told grandma that he loved everyone very much and that he would be home as soon as he could. Grandma asked how soon that would be but he didn't have an answer. Military men are so secretive.

When grandma got to the hospital she told us about the call. Mom was upset that she missed his call because it could be another three months before he was able to call again. But she was grateful he was alright.

That night, after fourteen hours of labor, mom delivered an eight pound four ounce baby boy. She named him Braden which is the name dad picked out before he left.

Two days after giving birth mom brought our newest arrival home. The first few weeks are always the worst. Mom is still in pain from the delivery, the baby is always crying, and we are all upset that dad missed another delivery. I help out any way I can. That means taking care of Michael and Tony so mom can spend time with the baby.

I learned a lot about taking care of a baby after Michael was born. Mom fell into a slight depression which luckily only lasted a few weeks. Grandma told me it was typical for a woman to get depressed after having a baby and told me not to worry. She moved in with us during those weeks and I helped her take care of Michael. She taught me a lot, including the right way to change a diaper. I never knew there was a front and back to those things, but apparently I put it on backwards the first time I changed Michael. Grandma laughed.

Two months after Braden was born I was walking to the bathroom when I heard a sniffle come from mom's room. I peered in the door and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. She was crying. I asked if everything was okay and she told me that she just missed dad. I wiped a tear as it ran down her cheek and told her everything would be alright. I knew she probably didn't believe me but it made her smile. She has such a beautiful smile and I wish she would do it more often. But with a husband in the military that is not always possible.

Mom wrapped her arm around my neck and softly kissed me on the lips. I was taken aback. Mom and I never kiss unless we were about to have sex. And the only time we have sex is when she is pregnant.

I pulled away and mom ran her index finger down my cheek. After many years of being alone with mom while dad is away I can tell when she is in need of love. I looked in her eyes and immediately knew what she needed.

I pulled her into my body and met her soft warm lips with passion. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through her long brown hair. Mom moved her hand to my crotch and slowly rubbed my developing penis. She smiled as my erection began to grow.

In just a few seconds my penis was fully erect. Mom slowly began unzipping my blue jeans and pulled my erection out through the fly. She pulled away from our kiss and wrapped her hand around the base of my penis. Mom leaned into my lap and ran her tongue up the shaft of my penis then took my entire length into her mouth.

The warm wetness of her mouth rubbing against my penis felt incredible. I leaned back and closed my eyes as her tongue ran down my shaft and then back up. I softly moaned as I felt my penis begin to swell. As her tongue neared the top of my penis I placed my hand over her face and pulled her off my penis. She looked surprised that I wanted her to stop.

I stood off the bed and unfastened my pants. I pushed them to the floor and worked my Joe Boxer's off my body. I stood in front of mom with my large wet erection pointing in the air.

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her beautifully round breasts hung low. I took her left breast in my hand and ran my tongue across her nipple. Mom closed her eyes and softly moaned as I took her nipple in my mouth and gently sucked. Warm milk began to flow from her nipple.

Mom pulled me into her lap and wrapped her arm around my back. She took my penis and quickly began to stroke me. I moaned as her wonderful milk flowed into my mouth.

As the milk began to subside I pulled off her nipple and laid her back on the bed. I unfastened her pants and pulled them from her body. Mom moved further onto the bed and I climbed on top of her.

I took my penis in my hand but mom stopped me. She reached into the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a condom. I looked at her with sad eyes but she told me we had to be safe.

Mom looked me in the eyes as she ripped open the condom package with her teeth. She pulled the latex condom out of the package and placed it on the tip of my penis, then rolled it down the shaft until it was secure against the base of my penis.

I took my penis in my hand and slowly slid into mom's vagina. It felt weird to be inside her and not be able to feel the wonderful walls of her vagina pressed against my penis. I closed my eyes and slowly began to pull my penis from her vagina. Mom moaned as I thrust back inside her and into a steady rhythm. This is the first time I have been inside mom when she wasn't pregnant and it felt incredible.

I opened my eyes and watched my long erection thrust in and out of her warm vagina. I moaned as my penis quickly swelled. I grabbed mom's hips and thrust as deep as I could. Mom moaned as my penis exploded. It must have been pretty loud because Braden started to cry. Mom paid him no attention. I continued to thrust as I unloaded my sperm into the condom.

When I finally stopped cumming I collapsed onto the bed next to mom. She looked at me with a grin on her face and told me the condom broke when I came.

Braden cried until mom went in to comfort him. I guess babies get that way when their older brother is having sex with their mom.

Later that afternoon mom and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie while the boys were having their naps. I was just about to dose off when there was a knock on the door. Mom answered it and immediately fell to her knees sobbing when she saw Colonel Thomas and Reverend Simpson standing at the door.

I ran to her and held her in my arms as I motioned for the colonel and reverend to come inside. The colonel and reverend helped me bring mom back over to the couch. I tried to get mom calmed down so they could tell us what happened but she continued to sob.

Colonel Thomas sat on the couch next to mom and held her hand. I started to cry as he told us that the vehicle dad was riding in was hit by a roadside bomb while they were out on patrol in northern Baghdad. All six people inside were killed.

They stayed with us the rest of the night and after about two hours mom was finally able to calm down. I called all of our relatives and by eight o'clock we had almost forty people in the house.

Dad's body was flown toWashington D.C. and he was laid to rest in Arlington cemetery after a wonderful military funeral. We both cried as General McClinton presented mom with the flag that had been draped over dad's coffin.

On our flight home from Washington D.C. mom started to feel ill and had to run to the lavatory three times to throw up. I thought she was probably making herself sick thinking about dad.

When we finally got home I helped mom to bed and she stayed there for three days. On the third day I was worried that something was seriously wrong and called the doctor to make her an appointment.

The next morning I took mom to the doctor and found out she wasn't sick because she was worrying about dad. She was sick because I had made her pregnant.