War Time - Sex Stories

War Time

... night thereafter we made love, often twice in the one night. Of course the fireside love making couldn't happen often because we couldn't afford the coal and Mr. Pitt didn't get any more bags of coke. The spring came and with it my father on seven days embarkation leave. Where he was going he didn't know, or if he did he wouldn't tell us. This as a difficult time for me; I was relegated to the back bedroom and had to listen to my father and mother making love every night. Apart from the jealously I felt I had grown used to having regular sex, but mother did try to help me when father went out somewhere for an hour, and we made love on the living room floor, but it was very hurried. Of course I had to go to work everyday except Sunday when we went to the Wesleyan chapel because mum said the hymn singing was livelier than the Church of England. But father had mother to himself all day for the seven days he was with us, and I wondered what they got up to all day. Father returned to his unit and I returned to mother's bed and our love life picked up where it had left off. Eventually we learned that father and his unit had gone to North Africa. The way things were with mother and I seemed to contradict what the guys at work said about sex. They said that you went off the boil after about nine months. On the contrary, the more mother and I did it, the more we wanted to do it, although at times mother was so insatiable that I couldn't keep up with her. Then came some terrible news; ...

... my father and his unit had been clearing mine fields ahead of the advancing troops, and father had trodden on one and been killed. Mother went into a deep depression for several weeks and often cried. I was banished from her bed and I got the feeling that our love making was over for good. It was late that summer and we were working long hours again at the yard when unexpectedly I was invited back into her bed. The long weeks of abstinence over meant our couplings were more frantic and frequent than ever. We stayed in the village until early in nineteen forty five when it looked as if the war was just about over in Europe, and there weren't any more MTBs being built. Returning to our house in the London suburbs we learned that a V1 flying bomb and a V2 rocket had landed and although our house was some distant from where they fell, we did have tiles blown off our roof and windows broken. Eventually repairs were made and since labour was in such short supply, and although I knew nothing about the work then, I got a job with a refrigeration engineer, and that is the trade I have followed ever since. As far as the neighbours were concerned, I was the bachelor son who lived with his mother. I think they thought I was "Queer," as they called it in those days. I remained mother's lover until she was in her mid-sixties, by which time we had both cooled down considerably. She died when she was seventy three, and I have never been with another woman before or after her death. She was ...