My Officer Mom

After graduating from high school, my mother joined the military due to our family's poor financial situation. She served for almost twenty years, and now, nearing forty, she's finally about to receive her lifetime pension and retire. Growing up in a military family, the only word I can describe her is "strict." My

mother married young, to a wealthy young man from our village. Not long after I was born, perhaps because she was often in the military, my father, feeling sexually aroused, sought out other women. When I was young, my mother took my hand and we left for a place closer to the military base to start a new life.

I've always known my mother was a career soldier. In my memory, she was the embodiment of a devil; I don't know how many times I was beaten. Now, as I'm in university, her social standing has risen, and she has more free time. Now that she's about to retire, I'm naturally very happy. Throughout this time, she has never had another man. After I began to understand sex, I gradually discovered that my mother is actually quite attractive.

Regular physical training and a regular lifestyle have given her a somewhat weathered look. Her breasts, which haven't grown large due to exercise, are still firm and shapely, like a soldier's upright posture. She also has a long ponytail, a sign of high rank. I started to wonder how my mother satisfied her sexual needs. Did she have sex with other soldiers? That seemed unlikely; she'd been masturbating for decades. Actually, I don't really like incest, I was just curious. But from curiosity, I slowly became infatuated with my mother.

I secretly opened her closet; her clothes were neatly arranged. I rummaged through them and found her underwear was very simple. I couldn't find any sex toys, which was a bit disappointing. My mother now applies for leave at night, meaning she only comes home in the evenings. Seeing her in her military uniform, I heard from friends that female soldiers often have very itchy vaginas and want to find men to have sex with when they're on leave… just not as directly as us men. I wondered how strong my mother's sex drive was; maybe she really craved a man on top of her, her lower body thrusting repeatedly.

My mother is a very meticulous person; she means what she says and never goes back on her word. This military style is her greatest strength as a soldier, but also her weakness. Looking at old photos of my mother when she was young, I saw her with striking features and a lovely face. She was wearing an army camouflage uniform, tall black rubber boots, a helmet, and holding a gun, standing at attention. She truly had the air of a female hero. As I looked at the photos, I began to fantasize about my mother, masturbating with my right hand, imagining raping her in her military uniform. It wasn't until I sped up and ejaculated directly onto the photo that I felt much better.

After my mother came home, she was more able to shed her military persona and become a mother. Because it was a single-parent family, she gradually began to spoil me as I grew up and was less strict, but only when she wasn't wearing her military uniform. At home, my mother dressed very conservatively, and I started to deliberately wear boxer shorts and walk around the house. Sometimes, when I heard my mother getting up early to go to the military base, I would deliberately show my erect penis, wearing boxer shorts, and casually pretend to go to the toilet. I found that my mother was always intentionally or unintentionally peeking at my lower body.

This is understandable, given my rather large erection. I started hinting to my mother that I shouldn't remarry, but she always just smiled and said that having me was already a lot of trouble, and she didn't want another one. So I decided to use a sweet-talking approach, showering her with compliments, gifts, and attentive care. At first, she wasn't used to it, but after I did it a few times, she got used to my thoughtfulness. Then I noticed that the way she looked at me was getting weirder, and I knew she was starting to have feelings for me.

My mother is a woman too, and I guessed that sometimes when she was lost in thought, she was thinking about random things. I guessed she was also wondering why I had become so considerate. This mother-son battle was a kind of war in itself. Since my mother would sometimes steal glances at me, I decided to be even bolder. Once, my mother was kneeling on the floor wiping it, her buttocks sticking out in a dog-like position. I could see it clearly from behind—a shapely, well-toned buttock, without any excess fat, round and full. I wondered what it would be like if I held her hips and thrust into her vagina forcefully.

My mother stood up and noticed me peeking at her from behind. Seeing my genitals, she involuntarily became erect. I immediately turned away in embarrassment. Only now does my mother truly understand that her son was fantasizing about her body. I started to worry about what my mother would do if she found out, because she had never talked to me about sex. This morning, I was pretending to go to the toilet with my erect penis. My mother saw my glans sticking out of my pants. She glanced at it and told me to pull my pants back up, saying she had something to tell me.

I thought to myself, "This is bad, I don't know what's going to happen." Still half asleep, I sat in the living room. My mother straightened her military uniform, sat down next to me, and talked to me at length about sex, asking if I masturbated, or had sex with my girlfriend, and if I used condoms. Actually, I did all of those things, but I pretended to have a masturbation habit, but... I had never had sex. My mother frowned and asked if I had been overindulging in sex lately. She seemed to have something else to say, but decided not to, and then hurriedly left.

After talking with my mother, our interactions became very strange. Sometimes we would just look at each other without saying a word, and my mother would always keep her head down, her eyes darting around. Until one day, my mother had just come back from her leave, took some cold medicine, and without even changing out of her military uniform, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. I saw her lying on her side on the sofa chair, her head resting on the armrests, looking exhausted. I gently shook her and asked if she wanted to go back to her room to sleep, but she only made a few sounds in response.

I slowly unbuttoned my mother's blouse, telling her it would be less stressful that way. Her eyes were half-open, her lips slightly parted. She tried to stop me, but the sedative in her cold medicine kept her conscious, though physically weak. She could only let me unbutton her blouse, pull down her belt, and unbutton her pants. At this point, she panicked, managing to shift her body slightly, leaning back against the sofa, her neck resting on the armrest, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me.

I was now burning with desire. My mother's legs were tightly pressed together, knees bent. I grabbed her knees and forcefully pulled them apart, assuming a frog-leg position. She let out a soft moan, covering her private parts with her hands, tears welling in her eyes. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't. Perhaps she was too sleepy, using only willpower to stay awake. She probably knew what her own son was about to do to her.

I swallowed hard, gently pressing my fingers against my mother's private parts. Through her thin military trousers, I pressed and slowly rubbed against her vulva. My mother's legs kicked weakly at me, but the more she struggled, the more I wanted her, even if it meant rape, I wanted to satisfy this thirsty soldier. I pulled open my mother's military uniform, revealing her shoulders, and then pulled it down to her elbows. Her chest, neck, and beautiful back were all laid bare before me. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breath, wearing a plain white undergarment, her two small, round breasts visible.

The adjustment of my body squeezed out her cleavage. I pressed my body between my mother's thighs, grabbed her calves with both hands, and pressed them back until she gave up struggling. Then I lifted her calves and spread them apart. My mother's face was turned to the side, unwilling to look at me. I pressed my body down and kissed her ear. My mother kept sobbing, pushing against my chest with both hands. I took the opportunity to grab her wrists and pull them up, fixing her hands to the sofa armrest.

I slowly tasted my mother's ear with my tongue. My mother said weakly, "If I hadn't taken cold medicine and felt so weak, I would have beaten you to death, you unfilial son." I licked her neck, kissed her neck, moved to her chin, and used my hands to force my mother's face to face me. Our noses touched. I felt my mother's breathing quicken. Her eyes were bright and her eyebrows were raised. I could tell she was very angry, but she couldn't do anything about it. I asked my mother, "Mom, you've been a widow for so many years. Have you never had a relationship with another man? Are you sure?"

My mother's eyes welled up with tears as she said, "Mom is a woman, and a soldier too. How could I possibly take care of everything myself..." I asked, "Then Mom, tell me honestly, when you want to, who do you go to for release? Is it other officers in the army?" My mother blushed slightly and said, "I... who I'm with is none of your business. But look at you, what do you want to do to me now?" I smiled and said, "Mom, if you sleep with other men behind my back, then I'll have no choice but to force myself on you. Mom is a soldier, my mother, and my woman. I won't allow any other man to touch you." My mother took a breath and said, "Silly child, I've been living like a widow for so many years, how could I... dare to do that kind of thing with other people..."

I thought to myself, "Bingo, I guessed right. I asked her this on purpose. If my mother had a relationship with another man, I would get angry and rape her. If my mother answered no, that would be perfect. It would confirm that my mother has not been touched by a man in a long time and must be sexually aroused. No matter what my mother answers, I can have a reason to sleep with her. Now, as long as I say that my mother is willing to have sex with me, then my mother will definitely be my woman in the future. Incest is exciting, mother and son committing adultery. I have a beautiful mother at home, of course I will enjoy her myself, how can I let an outsider use her?"

I brought my lips close to my mother's, but she turned her head away. I asked, startled, "I've already answered your question, what else do you want to do to me?" I continued to suckle her lips passionately, but she kept turning her head away. In a fit of anger, I used my right hand to hold her chin firmly, pressing my fingers against her cheeks. She said angrily, "You...you're going too far..." Before she could finish the word "too far," I sucked on her lips, forcing her mouth open to reveal her teeth. My tongue slipped into her mouth, intertwining with hers. By this time, her body was too weak to resist; she no longer had the strength to speak.

After enjoying her lips, I caressed her breasts, pinching, kneading, rubbing, and pressing them while holding her bra. I hooked the top of her bra with my fingers, and she looked at me with half-open eyes. I pulled the bra down forcefully, and her two white breasts sprang out. Her nipples were a surprising pink, indicating that she hadn't been with any other man. I greedily sucked on her nipple, pressing my nose into her cleavage to inhale the rich, womanly scent that aroused my desire. I

began to fondle her breasts with both hands. She pursed her lips, her face only slightly flushed. With my right hand, I pulled down the zipper of her pants, removing them completely, revealing a pair of traditional white thermal underwear. I grabbed the elastic band on the side and ripped it open with a satisfying tearing sound. Her pubic hair and vulva were exposed before me. I gently scratched her vulva with my fingers and found it was already soaked with vaginal fluid. Immediately, I lifted her buttocks with both hands and began to perform oral sex on her, frantically sucking and blowing on her vulva.

My mother let out a long groan, her calf muscles tensing, her legs bent. It seemed that the secret she had endured for over a decade was now being sucked on by her son's lips. She felt shame, embarrassment, anger… helplessness, and above all, the shame of being a mother and the humiliation of being a soldier. But as a woman, her body reacted undeniably, yearning for real sex and an orgasm. I immediately inserted two fingers into her vagina. Tight.

Very tight, gripping, and wet. I moved my fingers rapidly in and out, and my mother groaned incessantly. Even with just my fingers, it felt so tight; what about with my penis later? Thinking this, my penis was already hard. My fingers moved faster, and my mother cried out in pain. Suddenly, I felt warm, lustful fluid flowing from her vagina. Yes, my mother had orgasmed. Her entire body trembled, then her movements slowed, and finally, she gasped for breath, collapsing limply onto the sofa.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, I saw the time was right, pulled down my pants, exposed my penis, and held it to my mother's mouth. I rubbed the head of my penis against her lips, but she kept her eyes closed and refused to open her mouth. I had to pinch her nose to stop her from breathing. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and when she opened her mouth, I thrust the head of my penis directly into her mouth. My mother looked at me with venomous hatred. I had no choice but to twist my waist and thrust in and out of her mouth. Seeing that she didn't want to give me oral sex, I switched to the missionary position. Only then did my mother panic and shout, "No..." "No...not there."

I held my penis and rubbed the glans against her labia. My mother pleaded, "Please, I'll do anything else, just there, don't insert it." I said, "Mother, you want it too, right? Just this once. I promise to make you feel good. I want to let you experience real sex." Then I twisted my waist and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. It was moist, warm, slippery, and juicy. My mother's vaginal walls were very tight. I continued until the entire penis was inside her vagina. My mother was already powerless to resist, and her whole body swayed with my thrusting.

Her breasts swayed up and down incessantly. I squeezed her breasts with both hands and thrust my penis in and out forcefully, raping my mother like an AV actress. Taking advantage of her weakness, I fucked her hard on the sofa. Her juices flowed all over the sofa. Her muffled moans excited me even more. I pressed her legs onto her breasts and squeezed her calves tightly, making her vagina even tighter. My penis hardened, and my mother's moans grew louder and louder. From humiliation, being raped, and having her son commit incest with her, she finally simply enjoyed the pleasure that my penis brought to her vagina.

A tingling sensation shot through my glans as I pulled my penis out and thrust it back in forcefully, reaching her cervix. A thick stream of semen shot deep inside my mother. I withdrew, ejaculating the remaining semen onto her military uniform. My penis trembled incessantly. The rank insignia on the shoulders of her uniform were covered in my semen. Finally, my mother lay limp on the sofa, her body limp from the fatigue of her cold, combined with decades of pent-up sexual desire. The tingling sensation of orgasm from having sex with a man made her fall asleep quickly. Looking at her body, I realized I had truly raped the mother of a soldier.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I pulled my mother close, removed all her clothes, and carried her to the shower. Half-awake, she could only let me fondle her beautiful body. Her body was so soft and fragrant. Although it was just a shower, the lovemaking had left her drenched in sweat. Finally, she lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep once more… Afterwards, my mother and I lay naked on the bed. I held her slender waist, and she lay on her side with her back to me. I rubbed my penis against her buttocks, pressing it hard into her cleft, while my hands squeezed her breasts. The next morning, when I woke up, my mother had already left.

She hadn't come home for the past few days, insisting that there were things to do at the army and that I should handle it myself. I wondered if she didn't want to see me anymore. Later, at the new recruits' home visit, I slipped into the camp under the pretext of giving my mother's name. I figured no one would want to cause me trouble. I'd heard that during the new recruits' home visit, some people even brought their girlfriends to the dormitories to have sex, or even directly to the toilet. I was so glad to finally see my mother.

She was wearing a military uniform and a military cap. I brought some food and treated the officers under her command. Then I followed her. She gave me a look, indicating that she wanted me to follow her. After she finished explaining what she needed to do, I followed her to her military office, which was right behind her dormitory in the barracks. My hands restlessly wrapped around my mother's waist. Only then did she look at me seriously. I pulled her close and lowered my head to kiss her. She whispered, "Are you crazy? This is the army. Don't overdo it."

I said, "Mom, it's because you haven't come home for several days. I'm so restless. Come on, Mom..." I half-pulled my mother into the back bedroom and locked the door. The bed was covered with neatly made cotton blankets. Without saying a word, I pulled out my penis. My mother frowned and said, "Wait until we get home, okay?" I half-pressed my mother down, making her bend over. I held my penis erect in front of her. I pressed the back of her head down with my hand. She stared at me with wide eyes. I slowly brought the head of my penis close to her mouth.

My mother turned her head away from my penis. Just then, a voice outside the door called out, startling her. She quickly got up and was about to reply when I covered her mouth and whispered, "Mom, hurry up and use your hand to masturbate me, or someone will come looking for you later." I rubbed my penis against my mother's jade-like hand, and only then did she reluctantly grasp my penis and begin to masturbate it delicately.

My hand rhythmically gripped my penis, awkwardly stroking it up and down, making me feel uncomfortable. I then pressed my mother down on top of me. She shook her head, indicating she didn't want to perform oral sex. I hurriedly said, "Mom, suck it for me, it'll make me ejaculate faster. I won't let you leave until you let me ejaculate." My mother glared at me. I rubbed the head of my penis against her cherry lips before slowly inserting it into her mouth. Her warm saliva moistened my entire penis, and she rhythmically swallowed and released it.

Sometimes she took the whole thing in, all the way to her throat, sometimes she would suddenly suck from the base to the head, her nimble tongue scraping the glans in circles. I could tell my mother was in a hurry, wanting me to ejaculate quickly. Unfortunately, my endurance was pretty good. At that moment, the cadre outside seemed to be in a hurry to get some documents from my mother, but she wasn't there, so he had to wait inside for her to return. My mother's phone was turned off, and my mother and I could hear the cadre's conversation clearly. …

I lifted my mother up, making her lean against the dormitory door. She panicked and begged me to stop, but I forced her to do as I pleased. Perhaps she knew I was just driven by lust and would leave quickly after I was done. With this mindset, she obediently placed her hands on the door, arching her hips back and upwards. I skillfully unbuttoned my military pants, revealing her panties.

I used my right thumb to pry open the panties, revealing her dark red vulva. My left hand covered her mouth and nose, my glans pressing against her labia. Just as she was about to turn around to stop me, I suddenly straightened my legs, thrusting them forward and upward with force. My mother let out a muffled thud. Her legs went weak, her toes turned inwards, and her buttocks drooped. I tightly covered her mouth with my left hand, while my right hand, supporting my hips, violently thrust into her tender opening a few times, a little different from last time.

Last time it was tight, this time it was wet and juicy, the walls of her flesh clearly opening and closing, gripping my penis with incredible pleasure… My thighs slammed against my mother's buttocks, making a pleasant slapping sound. I opened my mother's mouth, and she gasped for breath, glaring at me viciously. Through our military uniforms, we squeezed my mother's breasts, relentlessly thrusting into her honeyed lake. This rear-entry position gave me a sense of conquest, but it wasn't enough.

I pulled my mother to the edge of the bed, her hands braced on the edge, one leg lifted by me. Humiliated as I thrust into her, my mother kept her lips tightly closed. Since there were friends outside the door, she couldn't moan loudly, especially not in the military. The tension only amplified her pleasure. Sex, infidelity, incest, being raped by her son in the military—my mother was already lost in the pleasure of my penis, each thrust reaching deep into her womb.

Seeing that it was about time, I immediately pulled out my penis and sat on a chair in the dormitory. My mother looked at me with a puzzled expression when she saw that I wasn't moving. I spread my legs, my penis erect and hard, covered in my mother's love juice. I wanted my mother to straddle me and move her hips to reach orgasm. My mother was reluctant at first, but after thinking about it, she took the initiative to straddle me, unbuttoning her military uniform to reveal her snow-white cleavage.

My mother looked at me with a shy expression, wiggling her hips and placing her hands on my shoulders. After moving for a while, her movements became slower and slower. I simply thrust my hips forward and filled my mother's vagina with my own. Only then did my mother continue to move her body back and forth. Seeing that this wouldn't work, I simply held my mother's waist, supporting her waist, and thrust in and out forcefully, kissing my mother's cleavage and her delicate lips. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck.

With each thrust, I squeezed my mother's buttocks harder, then suddenly slapped and pinched them forcefully. My mother winced in pain, her vagina contracting instantly, gripping my penis tightly. I ejaculated immediately, my penis trembling as it released thick semen, filling my mother's depths with white fluid. At that moment, my mother's vaginal fluids were also flowing down my thighs. My mother quickly tidied herself up, claiming her phone was dead, and asked me to slip away during a break.

After that, my sex life with my mother became more frequent. My mother was truly lonely in the army, but… the pleasure of all-night sexual intercourse with her son after work satisfied her sexual needs. And I conquered my mother, this officer who usually managed hundreds of men in the army, who, upon returning home, would be sucking her son's penis, her nipples greedily being sucked by him. Every night, we practiced different sexual techniques.

This incestuous life was always well-hidden. Sometimes when my mother couldn't take leave, I would find an excuse to sneak into her military camp. If I couldn't get in, I would wait for her at a hotel outside. My mother would find an excuse to go on official business, which was a perfect time for our trysts. Raping my mother in her military uniform gave me even more pleasure. The woman I raped was my incestuous mother, but also a serious soldier. Every time I had sex with my mother, I was always very excited.

This kind of life continued until I joined the army and was assigned to my mother's unit. Of course, I used connections to get in. Whenever there was an official business, I could openly have affairs with my mother, which was incredibly pleasurable. ...Not to mention, my mother knew quite a few female officers, women in their thirties and forties who were like wolves in sheep's clothing. It seems there are quite a few lonely women in the military. Occasionally having sex with some young female soldiers isn't bad, hehe.

After graduating from high school, my mother joined the military due to our family's poor financial situation. She served for almost twenty years, and now, nearing forty, she's finally about to receive her lifetime pension and retire. Growing up in a military family, the only word I can describe her is "strict." My

mother married young, to a wealthy young man from our village. Not long after I was born, perhaps because she was often in the military, my father, feeling sexually aroused, sought out other women. When I was young, my mother took my hand and we left for a place closer to the military base to start a new life.

I've always known my mother was a career soldier. In my memory, she was the embodiment of a devil; I don't know how many times I was beaten. Now, as I'm in university, her social standing has risen, and she has more free time. Now that she's about to retire, I'm naturally very happy. Throughout this time, she has never had another man. After I began to understand sex, I gradually discovered that my mother is actually quite attractive.

Regular physical training and a regular lifestyle have given her a somewhat weathered look. Her breasts, which haven't grown large due to exercise, are still firm and shapely, like a soldier's upright posture. She also has a long ponytail, a sign of high rank. I started to wonder how my mother satisfied her sexual needs. Did she have sex with other soldiers? That seemed unlikely; she'd been masturbating for decades. Actually, I don't really like incest, I was just curious. But from curiosity, I slowly became infatuated with my mother.

I secretly opened her closet; her clothes were neatly arranged. I rummaged through them and found her underwear was very simple. I couldn't find any sex toys, which was a bit disappointing. My mother now applies for leave at night, meaning she only comes home in the evenings. Seeing her in her military uniform, I heard from friends that female soldiers often have very itchy vaginas and want to find men to have sex with when they're on leave… just not as directly as us men. I wondered how strong my mother's sex drive was; maybe she really craved a man on top of her, her lower body thrusting repeatedly.

My mother is a very meticulous person; she means what she says and never goes back on her word. This military style is her greatest strength as a soldier, but also her weakness. Looking at old photos of my mother when she was young, I saw her with striking features and a lovely face. She was wearing an army camouflage uniform, tall black rubber boots, a helmet, and holding a gun, standing at attention. She truly had the air of a female hero. As I looked at the photos, I began to fantasize about my mother, masturbating with my right hand, imagining raping her in her military uniform. It wasn't until I sped up and ejaculated directly onto the photo that I felt much better.

After my mother came home, she was more able to shed her military persona and become a mother. Because it was a single-parent family, she gradually began to spoil me as I grew up and was less strict, but only when she wasn't wearing her military uniform. At home, my mother dressed very conservatively, and I started to deliberately wear boxer shorts and walk around the house. Sometimes, when I heard my mother getting up early to go to the military base, I would deliberately show my erect penis, wearing boxer shorts, and casually pretend to go to the toilet. I found that my mother was always intentionally or unintentionally peeking at my lower body.

This is understandable, given my rather large erection. I started hinting to my mother that I shouldn't remarry, but she always just smiled and said that having me was already a lot of trouble, and she didn't want another one. So I decided to use a sweet-talking approach, showering her with compliments, gifts, and attentive care. At first, she wasn't used to it, but after I did it a few times, she got used to my thoughtfulness. Then I noticed that the way she looked at me was getting weirder, and I knew she was starting to have feelings for me.

My mother is a woman too, and I guessed that sometimes when she was lost in thought, she was thinking about random things. I guessed she was also wondering why I had become so considerate. This mother-son battle was a kind of war in itself. Since my mother would sometimes steal glances at me, I decided to be even bolder. Once, my mother was kneeling on the floor wiping it, her buttocks sticking out in a dog-like position. I could see it clearly from behind—a shapely, well-toned buttock, without any excess fat, round and full. I wondered what it would be like if I held her hips and thrust into her vagina forcefully.

My mother stood up and noticed me peeking at her from behind. Seeing my genitals, she involuntarily became erect. I immediately turned away in embarrassment. Only now does my mother truly understand that her son was fantasizing about her body. I started to worry about what my mother would do if she found out, because she had never talked to me about sex. This morning, I was pretending to go to the toilet with my erect penis. My mother saw my glans sticking out of my pants. She glanced at it and told me to pull my pants back up, saying she had something to tell me.

I thought to myself, "This is bad, I don't know what's going to happen." Still half asleep, I sat in the living room. My mother straightened her military uniform, sat down next to me, and talked to me at length about sex, asking if I masturbated, or had sex with my girlfriend, and if I used condoms. Actually, I did all of those things, but I pretended to have a masturbation habit, but... I had never had sex. My mother frowned and asked if I had been overindulging in sex lately. She seemed to have something else to say, but decided not to, and then hurriedly left.

After talking with my mother, our interactions became very strange. Sometimes we would just look at each other without saying a word, and my mother would always keep her head down, her eyes darting around. Until one day, my mother had just come back from her leave, took some cold medicine, and without even changing out of her military uniform, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. I saw her lying on her side on the sofa chair, her head resting on the armrests, looking exhausted. I gently shook her and asked if she wanted to go back to her room to sleep, but she only made a few sounds in response.

I slowly unbuttoned my mother's blouse, telling her it would be less stressful that way. Her eyes were half-open, her lips slightly parted. She tried to stop me, but the sedative in her cold medicine kept her conscious, though physically weak. She could only let me unbutton her blouse, pull down her belt, and unbutton her pants. At this point, she panicked, managing to shift her body slightly, leaning back against the sofa, her neck resting on the armrest, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me.

I was now burning with desire. My mother's legs were tightly pressed together, knees bent. I grabbed her knees and forcefully pulled them apart, assuming a frog-leg position. She let out a soft moan, covering her private parts with her hands, tears welling in her eyes. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't. Perhaps she was too sleepy, using only willpower to stay awake. She probably knew what her own son was about to do to her.

I swallowed hard, gently pressing my fingers against my mother's private parts. Through her thin military trousers, I pressed and slowly rubbed against her vulva. My mother's legs kicked weakly at me, but the more she struggled, the more I wanted her, even if it meant rape, I wanted to satisfy this thirsty soldier. I pulled open my mother's military uniform, revealing her shoulders, and then pulled it down to her elbows. Her chest, neck, and beautiful back were all laid bare before me. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breath, wearing a plain white undergarment, her two small, round breasts visible.

The adjustment of my body squeezed out her cleavage. I pressed my body between my mother's thighs, grabbed her calves with both hands, and pressed them back until she gave up struggling. Then I lifted her calves and spread them apart. My mother's face was turned to the side, unwilling to look at me. I pressed my body down and kissed her ear. My mother kept sobbing, pushing against my chest with both hands. I took the opportunity to grab her wrists and pull them up, fixing her hands to the sofa armrest.

I slowly tasted my mother's ear with my tongue. My mother said weakly, "If I hadn't taken cold medicine and felt so weak, I would have beaten you to death, you unfilial son." I licked her neck, kissed her neck, moved to her chin, and used my hands to force my mother's face to face me. Our noses touched. I felt my mother's breathing quicken. Her eyes were bright and her eyebrows were raised. I could tell she was very angry, but she couldn't do anything about it. I asked my mother, "Mom, you've been a widow for so many years. Have you never had a relationship with another man? Are you sure?"

My mother's eyes welled up with tears as she said, "Mom is a woman, and a soldier too. How could I possibly take care of everything myself..." I asked, "Then Mom, tell me honestly, when you want to, who do you go to for release? Is it other officers in the army?" My mother blushed slightly and said, "I... who I'm with is none of your business. But look at you, what do you want to do to me now?" I smiled and said, "Mom, if you sleep with other men behind my back, then I'll have no choice but to force myself on you. Mom is a soldier, my mother, and my woman. I won't allow any other man to touch you." My mother took a breath and said, "Silly child, I've been living like a widow for so many years, how could I... dare to do that kind of thing with other people..."

I thought to myself, "Bingo, I guessed right. I asked her this on purpose. If my mother had a relationship with another man, I would get angry and rape her. If my mother answered no, that would be perfect. It would confirm that my mother has not been touched by a man in a long time and must be sexually aroused. No matter what my mother answers, I can have a reason to sleep with her. Now, as long as I say that my mother is willing to have sex with me, then my mother will definitely be my woman in the future. Incest is exciting, mother and son committing adultery. I have a beautiful mother at home, of course I will enjoy her myself, how can I let an outsider use her?"

I brought my lips close to my mother's, but she turned her head away. I asked, startled, "I've already answered your question, what else do you want to do to me?" I continued to suckle her lips passionately, but she kept turning her head away. In a fit of anger, I used my right hand to hold her chin firmly, pressing my fingers against her cheeks. She said angrily, "You...you're going too far..." Before she could finish the word "too far," I sucked on her lips, forcing her mouth open to reveal her teeth. My tongue slipped into her mouth, intertwining with hers. By this time, her body was too weak to resist; she no longer had the strength to speak.

After enjoying her lips, I caressed her breasts, pinching, kneading, rubbing, and pressing them while holding her bra. I hooked the top of her bra with my fingers, and she looked at me with half-open eyes. I pulled the bra down forcefully, and her two white breasts sprang out. Her nipples were a surprising pink, indicating that she hadn't been with any other man. I greedily sucked on her nipple, pressing my nose into her cleavage to inhale the rich, womanly scent that aroused my desire. I

began to fondle her breasts with both hands. She pursed her lips, her face only slightly flushed. With my right hand, I pulled down the zipper of her pants, removing them completely, revealing a pair of traditional white thermal underwear. I grabbed the elastic band on the side and ripped it open with a satisfying tearing sound. Her pubic hair and vulva were exposed before me. I gently scratched her vulva with my fingers and found it was already soaked with vaginal fluid. Immediately, I lifted her buttocks with both hands and began to perform oral sex on her, frantically sucking and blowing on her vulva.

The mother let out a long groan, her calf muscles tensed, and her legs bent. It seemed that the secret she had endured for over a decade was now being sucked on by her son's lips. She felt ashamed, embarrassed, angry, helpless, and even more so, ashamed of being a mother and ashamed of being a soldier. But as a woman, her body reacted very strongly, yearning for a man to give her real sex and bring him to orgasm. At that moment, I inserted two fingers into my mother's vagina. One word: tight.

It was very suctiony, gripping, and moist. I moved my fingers quickly in and out, and my mother kept moaning. Even just using my fingers felt tight; what about using my penis later? Thinking of this, my penis was already hard. I quickened my fingers' movements, and my mother cried out incessantly. Suddenly, I felt warm, lustful fluid flowing from her vagina. Yes, my mother had orgasmed. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, then her movements slowed, and finally, she gasped for breath, collapsing limply onto the sofa

like a puppet with its strings cut. Seeing that the time was right, I pulled down my pants, revealing my penis, and held it to my mother's mouth, rubbing the head against her lips. My mother kept her eyes closed, unwilling to open her mouth, so I pinched her nose to stop her from breathing. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer, and when she opened her mouth, I directly shoved the head of my penis into her mouth. My mother looked at me with hatred… I had no choice but to twist my waist and move in and out of her mouth. Seeing that my mother didn't want to give me oral sex, I switched to the missionary position. Only then did my mother panic and cry out, "No…" "No...not there."

I held my penis and rubbed the glans against her labia. My mother pleaded, "Please, I'll do anything else, just there, don't insert it." I said, "Mother, you want it too, right? Just this once. I promise to make you feel good. I want to let you experience real sex." Then I twisted my waist and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. It was moist, warm, slippery, and juicy. My mother's vaginal walls were very tight. I continued until the entire penis was inside her vagina. My mother was already powerless to resist, and her whole body swayed with my thrusting.

Her breasts swayed up and down incessantly. I squeezed her breasts with both hands and thrust my penis in and out forcefully, raping my mother like an AV actress. Taking advantage of her weakness, I fucked her hard on the sofa. Her juices flowed all over the sofa. Her muffled moans excited me even more. I pressed her legs onto her breasts and squeezed her calves tightly, making her vagina even tighter. My penis hardened, and my mother's moans grew louder and louder. From humiliation, being raped, and having her son commit incest with her, she finally simply enjoyed the pleasure that my penis brought to her vagina.

A tingling sensation shot through my glans as I pulled my penis out and thrust it back in forcefully, reaching her cervix. A thick stream of semen shot deep inside my mother. I withdrew, ejaculating the remaining semen onto her military uniform. My penis trembled incessantly. The rank insignia on the shoulders of her uniform were covered in my semen. Finally, my mother lay limp on the sofa, her body limp from the fatigue of her cold, combined with decades of pent-up sexual desire. The tingling sensation of orgasm from having sex with a man made her fall asleep quickly. Looking at her body, I realized I had truly raped the mother of a soldier.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I pulled my mother close, removed all her clothes, and carried her to the shower. Half-awake, she could only let me fondle her beautiful body. Her body was so soft and fragrant. Although it was just a shower, the lovemaking had left her drenched in sweat. Finally, she lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep once more… Afterwards, my mother and I lay naked on the bed. I held her slender waist, and she lay on her side with her back to me. I rubbed my penis against her buttocks, pressing it hard into her cleft, while my hands squeezed her breasts. The next morning, when I woke up, my mother had already left.

She hadn't come home for the past few days, insisting that there were things to do at the army and that I should handle it myself. I wondered if she didn't want to see me anymore. Later, at the new recruits' home visit, I slipped into the camp under the pretext of giving my mother's name. I figured no one would want to cause me trouble. I'd heard that during the new recruits' home visit, some people even brought their girlfriends to the dormitories to have sex, or even directly to the toilet. I was so glad to finally see my mother.

She was wearing a military uniform and a military cap. I brought some food and treated the officers under her command. Then I followed her. She gave me a look, indicating that she wanted me to follow her. After she finished explaining what she needed to do, I followed her to her military office, which was right behind her dormitory in the barracks. My hands restlessly wrapped around my mother's waist. Only then did she look at me seriously. I pulled her close and lowered my head to kiss her. She whispered, "Are you crazy? This is the army. Don't overdo it."

I said, "Mom, it's because you haven't come home for several days. I'm so restless. Come on, Mom..." I half-pulled my mother into the back bedroom and locked the door. The bed was covered with neatly made cotton blankets. Without saying a word, I pulled out my penis. My mother frowned and said, "Wait until we get home, okay?" I half-pressed my mother down, making her bend over. I held my penis erect in front of her. I pressed the back of her head down with my hand. She stared at me with wide eyes. I slowly brought the head of my penis close to her mouth.

My mother turned her head away from my penis. Just then, a report came from outside the door, startling her. She quickly got up and was about to reply when I covered her mouth and whispered, "Mom, hurry up, you need to use your hand to masturbate me, otherwise someone will come looking for you later." I rubbed my penis against her jade-like hand, and she reluctantly took my penis and began to masturbate it delicately. Her hand rhythmically

gripped my penis, and her clumsy up-and-down movements made me uncomfortable. I then pressed my mother down, and she shook her head, indicating she didn't want to give me oral sex. I hurriedly said, "Mom, suck it for me, it'll make me ejaculate faster. I won't let you leave if you don't let me ejaculate." My mother glared at me, and I rubbed the head of my penis against her cherry lips before slowly inserting it into her mouth. Her warm saliva moistened my entire penis, and she rhythmically swallowed and released it.

Sometimes she would take the entire shaft into her mouth, all the way to her throat; other times she would suddenly suck the base to the glans. Her nimble tongue would scrape the glans in circles. I could tell my mother was in a hurry, wanting me to ejaculate quickly. Unfortunately, my endurance was pretty good. At that moment, the cadre outside seemed to be in a hurry to get some documents from my mother, but she wasn't there. He had to wait inside for her to return. My mother's phone was

turned off, and we could hear the cadre's conversation clearly. ... I lifted my mother's entire body up, making her lean against the dormitory door. My mother panicked and told me to stop, but I forced her to do it. Perhaps my mother knew that I was just driven by lust and that I would leave soon after I was done. With this mindset, my mother obediently put her hands on the door and arched her hips back and up. I skillfully unbuttoned my military pants, revealing my mother's panties.

I used my right thumb to pry open her panties, revealing her dark red vulva. My left hand covered her mouth and nose, my glans pressing against her labia. Just as she was about to turn around to stop me, I suddenly straightened my legs, which had been bent at the knees, and thrust them forward and upward with great force. My mother let out a muffled thud. Her legs went weak, her toes turned inward, and her buttocks drooped slightly. I tightly covered her mouth with my left hand, and with my right hand, I vigorously thrust into her tender hole a few times. It was different from last time.

Last time it was very tight, but this time it was wet and juicy, the vaginal walls clearly opening and closing, gripping my penis with great pleasure… My thighs slammed against my mother's buttocks, making a pleasant slapping sound. I opened her mouth, and she gasped for breath, glaring at me viciously. We squeezed her breasts through her military uniform, relentlessly thrusting into her honeyed lake. This rear-entry position gave me a sense of conquest, but it wasn't enough.

I pulled my mother to the bedside. She braced herself on the edge of the bed with both hands, one leg raised by me. Humiliated, she was being penetrated by me. Her lips were tightly closed, and since there were friends outside the door, she couldn't moan loudly, especially not in the military. The tension only amplified her pleasure. Sex, adultery, incest, being raped by her son in the military—my mother was already lost in the pleasure of my penis. Each thrust reached deep into her womb.

Seeing that I had enough, I pulled out my penis and sat on a chair in the dormitory. My mother looked at me, puzzled. I spread my legs, my penis erect and hard, covered in her love juice. I told her to straddle me, to move her hips and reach orgasm. At first, she hesitated, but then she took the initiative and straddled me, unbuttoning her military uniform to reveal her snow-white cleavage.

My mother looked at me with a shy expression, wiggling her hips and placing her hands on my shoulders. After moving for a while, her movements became slower and slower. I simply thrust my hips forward and filled my mother's vagina with my own. Only then did my mother continue to move her body back and forth. I realized that this wouldn't work, so I simply held my mother's waist and supported her waist, thrusting hard up and down, kissing my mother's cleavage and her delicate lips. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck.

With each thrust, I squeezed my mother's buttocks harder, then suddenly slapped and pinched them forcefully. My mother winced in pain, her vagina contracting instantly, gripping my penis tightly. I ejaculated immediately, my penis trembling as it released thick semen, filling my mother's depths with white fluid. At that moment, my mother's vaginal fluids were also flowing down my thighs. My mother quickly tidied herself up, claiming her phone was dead, and asked me to slip away during a break.

After that, my sex life with my mother became more frequent. My mother was truly lonely in the army, but… the pleasure of all-night sexual intercourse with her son after work satisfied her sexual needs. And I conquered my mother, this officer who usually managed hundreds of men in the army, who, upon returning home, would be sucking her son's penis, her nipples greedily being sucked by him. Every night, we practiced different sexual techniques.

This incestuous life was always well-hidden. Sometimes when my mother couldn't take leave, I would find an excuse to sneak into her military camp. If I couldn't get in, I would wait for her at a hotel outside. My mother would find an excuse to go on official business, which was a perfect time for our trysts. Raping my mother in her military uniform gave me even more pleasure. The woman I raped was my incestuous mother, but also a serious soldier. Every time I had sex with my mother, I was always very excited.

This kind of life continued until I joined the army and was assigned to my mother's unit. Of course, I used connections to get in. Whenever there was an official business, I could openly have affairs with my mother, which was incredibly pleasurable. ...Not to mention, my mother knew quite a few female officers, women in their thirties and forties who were like wolves in sheep's clothing. It seems there are quite a few lonely women in the military. Occasionally having sex with some young female soldiers isn't bad, hehe.

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