A naval soldier and his mother

In July 1998, I was assigned from the naval recruit training regiment in Qingdao to the navigation station at Daishan Naval Air Station. By then, the flight units had been relocated for several years, and the remaining units had been significantly downsized. At my station, including myself, there were only four of us. After a while, one left to take an exam, another left on leave, leaving only me and an old soldier surnamed He from Jiangsu.

That National Day, my mother specially traveled from Ningbo by boat to see me. I hadn't seen her for over half a year, and to be honest, I missed her quite a bit.

However, I swear that my longing for my mother at that time was pure; since my parents' divorce, my mother and grandmother had been living together. When

I arrived at the station, my mother saw my dormitory, the machine room where I was on duty, and our kitchen. She even picked up a hoe and hoeed some weeds in the vegetable garden. My mother was in high spirits that day, very happy. That

evening, the station prepared several dishes and some wine. My mother, who never drank, was in high spirits and, unable to resist the old soldier He's persuasion, she had a little too. On the way back to the station's guesthouse, Mom started having stomach cramps. At first, she managed to endure it, but as we approached the station headquarters, she couldn't hold it in any longer. She squatted down and vomited profusely. After vomiting for a while, Mom weakly helped me to her feet. But after only a few steps, she urgently said she needed to poop. I helped her to a shady spot not far from the roadside. Ignoring my presence, she pulled down her pants and squatted down… Fortunately, there were no streetlights in the rural area of Daishan, and out of the corner of my eye, I could only see Mom's large, white buttocks bobbing up and down in the moonlight. But at that moment, I was only anxious, nothing else mattered.

With great difficulty, I carried Mom, stumbling along, to the station's medical team. Just as she started receiving 6542 and saline solution, she needed to use the restroom. I had no choice but to hold the IV drip high in one hand and help Mom into the restroom with the other (this was the first time in my life I had ever been into a women's restroom). The medical facilities in the army were very basic; there wasn't even a place to hang an IV drip. I had to hold the bottle in one hand and support my mother with the other, letting her weakly unzip her pants and laboriously pull them down. Then, she helped me slowly squat down. At that moment, I saw the sparse pubic hair between my mother's legs, and streams of clear urine gushed out intermittently…

The army toilets were all squat toilets. My mother squatted for a long time, and slowly she couldn't hold on any longer. I quickly grabbed her clothes with one hand to prevent her from falling. Gradually, my mother groaned, and her limp body began to slide down. I pulled up the back of her clothes, exposing my mother's entire buttocks, waist, and part of her back to me, which gleamed white under the light. I felt a slight urge, my heart was scratching like a cat, and my groin began to heat up and harden. I cursed myself fiercely in my heart. That was my mother! How could I have such thoughts?! My reason forced me to look away from my mother's snow-white buttocks, but for some reason, my mind kept flashing images of her pubic hair, her buttocks, and the urine shooting out from between her legs… Just as I was lost in these thoughts, I suddenly felt my mother groan, her body slump, and she collapsed to the ground.

I tried to pull her up a few times but couldn't, and I cried out in panic. Several soldiers rushed in and, seeing the situation, hurriedly helped to lift my mother and carry her to the emergency room.

My mother's condition wasn't serious; she was just weak and dehydrated. She woke up after the military doctor pinched her philtrum while she was lying on the emergency bed. But because of the earlier commotion, my mother's lower body was still exposed, and her pants had slipped down to her ankles. I remember there were many soldiers standing in the emergency room at the time, and my mother was lying on the bed with her lower body exposed. Her pubic hair was so sparse, and the eyes of these soldiers who came to "help" scanned my mother's naked female genitalia, penetrating through the few sparse pubic hairs on her high mons pubis! It wasn't until the medic brought me a military blanket and quilt to cover my mother, and then helped me remove her pants, which were covered in filth, that the soldiers who had "helped" left, somewhat reluctantly.

The ordeal lasted until after 1 a.m. The on-duty medic, seeing that my mother was gradually calming down, prescribed a few more bottles of medicine, gave the medic a bedpan, gave some instructions, and then went to sleep.

Around 3 a.m., my mother, who was on her last IV drip, suddenly needed to sit up to relieve herself. I quickly grabbed the bedpan and helped her lift her bottom. After a while, she said she couldn't urinate; she wasn't used to lying down.

So I helped her get off the bed. My mother's lower body was still naked. She held onto me with one hand and the edge of the bed with the other. Because her legs were weak, she could only squat and stand with her legs apart. I held the bedpan between her legs, and a clear stream of urine shot out from between her legs… Although I only glanced at it, I clearly saw that her labia majora were open because her legs were spread, and her labia minora were clamping the stream of urine, making it look like a ribbon…

It was the first time a woman had squatted and stood to urinate in front of me, revealing her most private female genitalia to me, and that woman was my mother! Yes, it was my mother urinating in front of me!! Her snow-white buttocks, her plump thighs, her pubic hair, her labia… her urine…

my penis uncontrollably became erect!

That night, I sat by my mother's bedside the whole time.

My mother rested for two days, and the head of the company came to visit. On the third day, I took my mother to Gaoting Wharf. With tears in her eyes, she said to me, "Qiang, this time I

've only dragged you down..." For many years, every time I thought about this, I felt a strange urge. My mother's snow-white naked body, her drooping breasts, her swaying buttocks, the sparse distribution of her pubic hair, and the shape of her genitals were all etched into my mind like a painting. I masturbated, I fantasized, and I couldn't help but secretly watch my mother change clothes, bathe, and urinate at home... almost to the point of madness, almost perversion.

But I never actually tried to defile my mother, not even the thought of doing so. My mother was always so dignified and beautiful. Only in my sexual fantasies did my mother shyly lift her skirt, pull down her underwear, and slowly squat down to my face, her large buttocks and her genitals so close to my eyes. My mother gently brushed my cheek with her soft, fine pubic hair, tenderly lifting her clitoral foreskin, and slowly bringing her small, pink clitoral head closer to my lips, touching and arousing me… A stream of clear urine shot from my mother's urethra, breaking open the folds of her labia majora and minora… I opened my mouth, thirsty and eager…

Mom, I love you!

[The End]

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