Are you in the army right now?

The meeting was coming to an end. I sat there wondering, who needs these meetings anyway? I wished it would end soon... but it turned out our political officer wanted to tell our parents something more about our lives. Even though he's now been renamed "Deputy Commander for Educational Work," all the old jokes about political officers still apply to him. I'd have to endure a bit longer.

It was mid-July, and it was unbearably hot outside.

The first year of my army service was drawing to a close. As it was for all the soldiers from my draft. The unit command decided to hold an "open house day" for the occasion—invite the soldiers' relatives

and show them how we serve here. The idea itself was simply wonderful. Official invitations were sent to the relatives, giving them a reason to take time off. Those traveling from afar were provided a place in the unit's guesthouse. Various events and tours were organized. It's just that the political officer with his speeches got on my nerves.

However, thinking about it, I realized it was me who was tired of the political officer, mainly because I hear his speeches every day anyway. But Mom was sitting there, listening to him attentively. He does know his job, after all. No, of course, from my point of view, he mostly talks nonsense. But this nonsense has a clear direction—to show the relatives that their children—grandchildren—are loved here, in wonderful conditions, that they are better off here than in civilian life, and that nothing threatens them at all. Mom, after listening to him, will surely worry less about me. He does know his job, after all.

But finally, the meeting ended. And they let us all go for a walk—both the relatives and the soldiers. The political officer said: "You are granted leave. But only within the unit. Do not go outside the fence." Clever. According to regulations, they could only grant proper leave to a third of us. But this way—everyone. Well, fine, within the unit. I'll walk with Mom, show her how we live.

And we went for a walk.

— So, tell me, how are you here? — Mom said.

— What is there to tell... the political officer already told everything. You've been to the barracks, the mess hall too.

— Yes, such order in your barracks! Is it always like that? Or did you do a major cleaning for our arrival?

A major cleaning, of course, had been done. But, in my opinion, the difference in the state of the barracks before and after it would be unnoticeable to a civilian.

— Always like that! This isn't civilian life. We have a duty detail washing the entire barracks twice every day.

— Well, you guys are great! You'll get used to order here. — Mom smiled.

I smiled too, remembering how, standing on night duty, I cursed those who invented duty details.

— And do they always feed you like that too?

No, of course, our regular grub was nothing like the festive lunch they arranged today. But why should Mom know that? She'd worry. You can live on our food—so far, no one has gotten poisoned.

— Yes, they feed us the same. So if you come to visit me again—don't bring anything with you.

— What do you do here?

— We ride tanks, shoot from machine guns, study regulations and military equipment, do drill training, maintain order, go on duty and guard duty... in short, we entertain ourselves as we can. Lots of things to do—they don't let you get bored here.

We walked in silence for a while. Then Mom asked me probably the question that worried her the most:

— And you don't have hazing?

Of course, we had hazing. How could we not. The commanders knew about it but turned a blind eye to the non-regulation relationships—it was easier for them to manage us that way. But I was lucky in this regard too. Our "grandfathers," although they made us do various tasks, weren't overly malicious. Maybe because we got such kind grandfathers, or maybe because everyone knew—if the grandfathers went too far, and the "rookies" ran to complain to the officers, no one would get patted on the head for it. But I don't remember it ever coming to that. The grandfathers even sometimes helped us. Recently, I was on mess hall duty, and our potato-peeling machine broke down. The task of peeling potatoes fell on two "vegetable cutters," one of whom was me. Everyone understood that the vegetable cutters couldn't possibly handle ten sacks of potatoes overnight without the machine. And then three grandfathers, who were on duty with us, brought a whole platoon to help. Not only that, they helped themselves. We managed in just a couple of hours. I smiled:

— No, Mom, what are you talking about, we don't have any hazing. The political officer said—it's a relic of the past. Our superiors strictly monitor, and if anyone hits someone—they immediately cut a day from the leave of both. So everything is quiet with us.

I saw that my answer reassured Mom. We walked in silence again for a while. Then I started telling her various funny incidents from my service. She told me how things were at home. We walked like that for probably a couple of hours. Then Mom suggested:

— Let's go to my room in the dormitory, sit there? I'm a bit tired, and it's hot.

We went to the dormitory. The room had only a bed and a table. The floor of painted boards was covered with a worn-out carpet. We sat on the bed, and Mom started treating me to various tasty things she brought from home. But after the festive lunch, I didn't want anything, and said I'd take everything with me and eat later.

The windows of Mom's room faced the sunny side, and, despite the open vents, it was even hotter inside than outside. Mom unbuttoned her thin shirt, under which she only had a bra:

— The heat today is just awful!

My gaze slid over Mom's beautiful breasts, and I felt an erection starting...

Long before I was drafted into the army, I realized I wanted my mom. When masturbating, I imagined her. Very rarely, some classmate or teacher would take Mom's place in my sexual fantasies, but only for a very short time. Then I would again dream of sex with my own mother.

In the army, masturbating was more difficult—I was always afraid my fellow soldiers would notice and laugh. I had to satisfy myself less often, and the sensations from it were even more vivid. At night, quietly under the blanket, moving my hand over my cock, I saw Mom before me, as if alive. Or rather, sitting on me. Or even more precisely, riding my cock.

During the meeting, I wasn't thinking about sex. I didn't think about it even when I was left alone with Mom in the room. But when she unbuttoned her shirt—I couldn't think of anything else.

Mom looked superb. She was always very beautiful. Tall, even a bit taller than me. Curly red hair down to her shoulders. Mischievous green eyes. Mom's figure was simply ideal. Mom couldn't be called skinny, but even less could she be called fat—there wasn't even a hint of a single extra gram anywhere on her body. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped. I let my gaze run over them again, then again... then I fidgeted on the bed, trying to hide the erection.

— I sweated all over getting here. I thought it would be cooler in the room—but it's even hotter here.

Mom took off her shirt completely. She was wearing just that shirt, a black skirt above the knees, and sandals. In that outfit, she looked very sexy.

— You undress too—I see you're all wet. — She said to me.

I wasn't in a hurry, as the tunic of my uniform wonderfully hid the standing cock.

— Undress, undress! — Mom smiled and unbuttoned the buttons on the tunic herself. Afraid that Mom would now see and understand everything, I froze and didn't manage to think of anything to object. And Mom pulled the tunic off me. I leaned forward slightly and with my hand, shoved into my pocket, turned my cock, pressing it against my stomach. Mom didn't notice anything.

— How muscular you've become here! — she said, looking at me admiringly.

— We have physical training every day.

Mom ran her hand over my shoulders, arms.

— Great! Just like some movie hero.

I smiled.

— And you're all wet! — Mom looked at her hand, which had also become wet with sweat. — And why didn't you want to undress? I took off my shirt, but it's still unbearably hot... I think I'll take off my skirt too, if you don't mind.

Naturally, I didn't mind. Mom stood up, took off her skirt, and hung it on the bedpost, remaining in just her panties and bra. For her, there was nothing unusual about this—at home, she often walked around like that on hot days. And at the beach, I often saw her in such attire too. But now it heightened my excitement even more. My cock turned and stood up as a bulge in my trousers. I bent over so Mom wouldn't notice. She became concerned:

— What, does your stomach hurt? I see you've become all tense.

Mom gently took me by the shoulders and straightened me up. I blushed deeply. Mom's gaze, before reaching my stomach, stopped at the huge bulge on my trousers. Mom said:

— Ah, that's what it is...

And turned away. Her cheeks flushed too. I was afraid she would be offended and made an awkward attempt to reassure her:

— Mom, please don't be offended! It's just... we have problems with sex here...

— I'm not offended. — Mom said, hugged me, and kissed my cheek. — I understand.

I hugged her too. We sat in silence for a while. My fear passed, and the excitement grew even stronger.

And at that moment, I suddenly heard a quiet rhythmic creaking of springs in the next room! At first, I thought it was my imagination from the excitement. But the creaking didn't stop—on the contrary, it became louder and faster. I remembered how one of my fellow soldiers went into the next room with his girlfriend who had come to visit him.

The plywood walls of the dormitory wonderfully let sound through. Soon, a quiet moan of a girl came from behind the wall...

— Someone from your lot is lucky. — Mom said.

— That's Ilyukha Zaitsev's girlfriend who came. — I replied.

We still sat hugging.

The moan repeated. Then again. Excitement pushed all my fears out of my head. I quietly asked:

— Mom, can I touch your breasts?

Mom, tilting her head slightly, looking at me sideways and smiling, whispered:

— Do you want me to be your girlfriend today?

— I really want that, Mom!

— Okay...

I placed my palms on Mom's breasts and began to carefully stroke and knead them through her bra. Mom didn't object. I was no longer embarrassed by the erection. Mom stroked my cock through my pants.

— Yes, yours isn't small.

Then she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and took it off. She got up from the bed, went to the door, and locked it. Whispered:

— Take off your trousers.

I took off my boots, then my trousers. In just my underwear, I sat on the bed. A thought flashed like lightning: now all my dreams will come true, now I will have sex with my own mother.

Mom sat on my lap. Hugged me. We kissed. She stroked my shoulders, hair, arms. I also began to caress Mom. Stroked her back, her thighs. Then put my hands on her breasts, felt the small hard nipples under my palms. Mom pressed me to her, and we kissed again. Mom's tongue wandered in my mouth. Through two layers of thin fabric, I felt my cock pressing against Mom's slit. And I also felt that she was wet. The kiss lasted a long time. Breaking away from my lips, Mom whispered:

— I like being your girlfriend.

She wriggled on my lap, moving her pussy over my cock.

— You have such a hard cock... I want it inside me so much...

Mom's hand slipped into my underwear, Mom began to gently caress my cock. I slipped my hand into her panties. She rose slightly, letting me reach her secret. Mom's pussy was completely wet. Looking into each other's eyes, we caressed each other in the most intimate places for a while.

Last night, I masturbated for a long time, dreaming of how I would see Mom today. And even this morning, I repeated it, locking myself in the toilet. And now I was enjoying it, not afraid of coming too quickly.

Mom squeezed my cock, stroked it, gently fondled my scrotum. With one hand, I caressed her nipples, and my other hand remained under her panties. First, I stroked Mom's lips, then found the bump of her clitoris and carefully stroked it with my fingertip. Mom gasped quietly and arched her back. I found her hole and slowly inserted my finger inside Mom.

— You rascal, — she giggled, — you'll bring your own mother to orgasm like this. And I want your cock to be inside me at that moment...

I started pulling down Mom's panties. It was awkward while she was sitting on my lap. Mom stood up and took off her panties, standing before me in just her sandals. I also took off my underwear.

— Let's do it on the floor... — Mom said quietly. — Otherwise, the bed will creak.

— Let's, Mom! — I seemed to say with just my lips.

Mom lay down on the carpet. Turned on her side, pulled up her legs. Whispered:

— You don't mind getting behind me? If you're on top, I'll come too quickly... and I want it to last longer.

— I don't mind, Mom, — I replied, lying down next to her and hugging her from behind.

Mom guided my cock into her vagina with her hand. I pressed slightly and felt Mom's lips slowly parting, letting me inside... smoothly inserted myself into Mom to the hilt. Began to move slowly, fucking her. Then sped up a bit. Mom started moving her hips to meet me. I slipped one hand between Mom's legs and began to stroke her wet pussy, feeling my cock going in and out. Mom covered my hand with hers. With my other hand, I squeezed Mom's right breast.

— Fuck me as much as you want... — Mom whispered. — I'll try not to moan.

I kissed her.

— Faster! Deeper! — she whispered to me.

I started fucking her more sharply. Warned her:

— Mom, I won't last long.

— Come inside me, don't think about it. — Mom replied.

Biting her lip, she moaned very quietly, but still. I thrust my cock sharply and strongly into my mother's vagina. Mom shuddered with each of my thrusts. I fucked Mom for about five more minutes. She came first. Feeling Mom's vagina contracting, squeezing my cock, I also couldn't hold back, and my sperm sprayed Mom's womb with a hot fountain...

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