The true story of my mother coming to visit me in the army

Let me tell you some about my family background. My dad worked in the aviation industry. He saw a need for safety components in a certain aircraft manufacturer, so he participated in the design, applied for patents, and made a lot of money.

Around the age of 11 (an only child), I already had a big house, good schools, a nice car, etc. My parents weren't happy together because of their age difference, but I had a very happy childhood until my father passed away when I was seventeen.

My father left a considerable fortune, allowing my mother and me to live a comfortable life, while she (at least outside) continued her own lifestyle. I remember her often drinking heavily, and I remember frequently hearing her crying in her room.

After my father's death, my mother and I argued almost daily, about everything from my clothes to the university I wanted to attend. I deliberately rejected the school she wanted me to attend—a good school close to home—and soon failed.

My mother was angry with me, and we often argued about our ideas. Then one day, I decided to join the army as a volunteer recruit, and I immediately signed up for a three-year military service in Germany.

(I was truly a genius.) After registering, I went home and told my mother what I had done (hoping she would be angry), and to my surprise, she was happy.

Things calmed down for the next few weeks after everything was settled, until I left.

My mother drove me to the airport to catch my flight, and we both said goodbye with tears in our eyes.

Just a heads-up, I was a nineteen-year-old virgin when I joined the army. I had three girlfriends, and only one girl let me play with her small breasts for a few minutes. I had a nude beauty book by Hesterler from college, and a couple of porn tapes.

I think you'll have to experience the next part of this story in the army to truly understand, and I'll try to explain.

Barracks was awful! The first two weeks were almost insane, yelling and screaming during drills: running this and that. It took two weeks before we even got to basic training, and then the fun started.

During this time, I was allowed to call home once a week, just for a few minutes. My mother was happy I was doing well, but missed me.

I told her that in the fourth week of basic training, we had a family day where relatives could visit, and you could get an overnight pass and leave the camp.

My mom agreed to drive down for the weekend (she has a light blue Cadillac Eldorado, and she loves driving). Family day included a bunch of demonstrations to show your family what you've learned in such a short time, and it was also a chance for your parents to meet your training sergeant.

My mom praised my sergeant as a very patient man, and as they laughed, she jokingly thanked him and shooed her son away from her.

After the activities (including lunch in the mess hall), we left our posts. My mom didn't want to stay in a hotel in the nearby town of Gi, so we had to drive 45 minutes to the nearest big city, where there was a Hilton.

On the way, we stopped at a shopping mall. They bought me some clothes because I was wearing uniform, and they changed me out of all my clothes.
We arrived at the hotel, I put on shorts, and we all lay down (on separate beds) for a nap. We woke up around 5 a.m. My mom wanted me to put on my school uniform for breakfast, and I started arguing with her again before finally agreeing to wear my military uniform.

My mom started undressing to shower, taking off her white cotton underwear and bra, and rummaging through her clothes hanging in the closet. My mom is a very voluptuous and attractive woman; she really has big breasts and a big butt, probably a result of our wealth.

She grabbed her clothes that needed changing and went into the bathroom. It was still early before dinner, and I noticed that the TV had pay-per-view movies, with previews of R-rated adult films on the back of the cards, only showing a small portion.

You can watch these movies for 5 minutes, but you need to pay. I quickly turned one on, and what appeared before me was two women touching each other's breasts. I turned the volume down, pulled some toilet paper from the sink, put it in my crotch, and started masturbating while watching the TV screen.

This was my basic military training in these old, wooden WWII barracks. The bathroom and toilet were combined, with no stools or stalls, no shower cubicles, and no privacy whatsoever.

Since I joined the army, I've only masturbated twice, both times while on night duty with a rifle, ejaculating quite a bit onto my hand.

I was standing in front of the TV in the living room, my pants and underwear dangling from my knees, watching pornography. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Mom came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe. My hand was still gripping my still-erect penis. In a panic, I tried to pull up my pants, feeling utterly ashamed. It looked ridiculous, but I couldn't laugh.

Mom looked startled and quickly went back to the bathroom. I quickly dressed, trying my best to hide the wet patch on my pants.

After a while, Mom came out of the bathroom, dressed, and asked if I was ready to go out for dinner.

She acted as if nothing had happened, as if nothing shameful had occurred. But I knew there was a tense atmosphere in our eyes. We took the elevator down to the restaurant, a four-star hotel with a wide variety of dishes. Mom ordered a bottle of wine but only poured me a small glass.

I'd never drunk alcohol before, and she was worried I'd get drunk. Before I'd even finished my first glass, Mom had already poured me a third. We talked about everyday things, about some of my friends, and gradually the tense atmosphere dissipated.

We laughed and talked happily about everything; it had been a long time since we'd had such a good time together. We walked out of the hotel to a large park across the street, where there was outdoor music playing. We continued talking about my childhood, then walked back to the hotel restaurant and sat at the bar, listening to the piano.

Mom ordered another drink, and I had a beer. It was eleven o'clock when we got back to the room. I went to shower first, and when I came out, I was only wearing loose-fitting shorts. Mom was sitting on the bed watching the news. I went to my bed and climbed under the covers. Soon she turned off the TV, and the whole room went dark.

After about ten minutes, she spoke: "Don't be embarrassed about what you did before dinner."

Hearing Mom say this, and thinking about leaving my mother tomorrow to live alone, I cried sadly.

"Did I say something wrong...?" Mom got out of bed and sat down beside me. I buried my face in my pillow and cried. Mom stroked my back and comforted me, saying, "It's nothing, I'm not blaming you for anything. Tell me, what did I do wrong to make you so sad?"

"You should understand how I feel right now. Think about it, I'm all alone in the army, missing the days I spent with Dad. I regret not studying hard in school. I'm almost twenty and still can't find a girlfriend. Before I joined the army, my friends all laughed at me for being a virgin. Every night, everyone had a wife or girlfriend with them.

"After you go home tomorrow, I'll be alone for a whole month or a whole year again."

Mom turned on the bedside lamp and explained everything to me.

"Mom misses your dad too, but there's no way to bring him back to life. You signed a contract with the army and have to take responsibility for yourself. Once the contract expires, you'll be free. What's there to worry about? And you won't be unable to find a girlfriend forever. Then people won't laugh at you for being a virgin anymore."

"But Mom, you wouldn't understand—I'm all grown up and I've never seen a real woman naked, never been close to any girl, while all my friends have girlfriends; I'm so pathetic..."

I made up some stories about how intimate my friends and girlfriends were for Mom.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mom stood beside our bed, took off her robe over her head, unhooked her bra, and pulled her white panties down between her legs, saying to me:

"Kid, sit up and look closely. All women are the same, nothing special." Then she lay down on her bed with her legs spread wide. I was startled, staring at my mother's snow-white body.

"Look closely... whatever your girlfriend has, Mom has too. Don't be curious anymore." Mom urged me to look again. I got up and climbed onto her bed, kneeling between her legs, my eyes fixed on my mother's vulva. All I could see was a patch of black pubic hair; I couldn't even see the opening.

"It's all just a patch of hair, I can't see the opening..." I said to my mother.

So Mom reached out and spread her labia. I touched the soft pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina. She moved her hands away, letting me touch freely.

My face was very close to my mother's genitals. I was very excited, inserting my fingers into the narrow crevice, moving them in and out, playing with them for almost three minutes. Four minutes later, my fingers were getting wetter and wetting. I used my other hand to touch my penis, which was hard and bulging with veins, sticking out from under my shorts. I straddled my mother, aiming for her opening, but she knew what I was about to do. She bent her knees and used her hands to block my stomach, preventing me from penetrating.

"If you go in, it's a crime under the law, incest. Except for that steel rod (that's what she called it), you can do whatever you want with it. I know you'll be disappointed, but at least you've played with a woman."

I started stroking my penis with my hand. My mother told me to turn over, and we lay on our sides in a 69 position. I used my hand to stroke her vagina, and she started masturbating me, moving up and down about a dozen times. I couldn't hold back and my semen sprayed onto my mother's face and the pillow in waves.

"The oil from the oil field has sprayed out," my mother said with a smile. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe the semen off my mother's face. My mother had already stood up and was grabbing her underwear, lifting her left leg to put it on.

"Hey! Mom; can you put it on a little later? I haven't really seen your breasts properly yet." Mom laughed and said okay, lying back on the bed. I went over and wiped the semen off her forehead and hair. I lay down next to her and stroked her slightly sagging breasts. They

were a bit too soft compared to the girls I'd played with in high school. I pinched and touched her nipples, making them harder and harder...

"Be gentle, it's sensitive here, it'll hurt." Mom whispered as I bit her nipples and rubbed them with my hands.
She didn't seem to mind my playing with her like that, and seemed to be enjoying it. But after a while, she told me to stop.

I turned my head to her feet and tried to touch her genitals again. I'd heard that a woman's most sensitive clitoris was on her vulva, so I inserted my fingers into the cleft and moved upwards, feeling a protruding fleshy growth. I inserted three fingers into the cleft and rubbed the protruding growth with my thumb.

As Mom's trembling legs and buttocks rose higher and higher, I knew she was enjoying my caresses. At the same time, her hands gripped my penis tightly, shaking it up and down. I looked at her tightly closed eyes and half-open mouth. The faster I went, the faster she trembled, finally arching her back and shaking her legs violently, forgetting the penis in her hands, clamping her legs together, panting heavily, grabbing my hands and begging me to stop.

I also ejaculated on Mom's pillow, following her pleasure.

We lay on the damp, slightly fishy-smelling pillow. I held Mom tightly. After about ten minutes, I wanted to touch Mom's genitals again, but Mom clamped her legs together and said, "I think that's enough, don't play anymore."

Mom's bed was too wet to sleep on, so we moved to my bed.

"Don't spray any more oil, or we won't have anywhere to sleep tonight," Mom joked.

"Mom, do you think mine is hard and big enough?"

"I haven't seen any others besides your father, but I think it's alright."

I was so tired I fell asleep immediately. The next morning, when Mom woke me up, she was already dressed. Leaving the hotel, Mom saw me back to my military base. Silently, we both knew that this kind of thing might never happen again.

Before going to Germany, I took leave to go home, and we had a wonderful time (without sex). We
seemed to get along better than before. I met a girl while on leave. Actually, when I returned to
Germany, I was no longer a virgin.

Two years later, just before I left Germany, my mother passed away from illness. I realized I had missed many
good , and I missed her. (Not for the reason you might imagine.)

After being discharged, I returned to the same university and graduated. I lived a very wealthy life and had my own
successful career. I married the beautiful woman I loved most, but I never told her (or anyone else)
this story. I only told her that my mother and I were very close.

The End.

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