Army slut

My military service was from '92 to '94. In those days, to put it mildly, things in the army were not going well. Embezzlement and pilfering, hazing and desertions were rampant—in short, these were not the best years for the army. There were hundreds of stories about how senior soldiers raped the mothers of young soldiers who had come to visit them while they waited in the next room. One of those stories was about me and my mother.

I was a young soldier then and had only served three months. I was luckier than many of my comrades. I wasn't stationed too far from home, just 4-5 hours by train or bus. And once a month, my mom would take time off and come visit me.

Due to

frequent desertions, we weren't allowed to leave the unit for the town, even with our parents. All visits took place in the barracks, in the "red corners" (common rooms), or in offices.

I had been looking forward to that weekend for a long time. I knew my mom would definitely come to visit me. And finally, Sunday arrived. As usual on Sundays, the entire company was seated on the "runway" (the central long corridor between the sleeping areas). They brought out a TV and DVD player and were watching movies. And I was running around by the barracks entrance near the duty soldier's desk, waiting. The call came from the checkpoint. And about 10 minutes later, she finally arrived. The duty soldier opened the door, and my mom entered the company's living area. The whole company stared at us with the intense, hungry gazes of young guys starved for women, and with envy that my relatives had come to visit. But mostly at my mom.

She was an attractive, mature woman of 40. Of average height, with a typically Russian figure for women her age—slightly fuller in the hips and butt, she had a slender waist. At forty, she retained her charm, a truly Russian beauty, kind and gentle. She had beautiful light hair styled in a lovely, cute bob. A charming, sweet face with full lips and big eyes. A few fine wrinkles from her frequent, charming smiles gave her face a beautiful charm. A gorgeous décolletage with a full bust that had become a size 4 over the years. She had a slightly plump tummy, butt, and hips, but from the knees down, her legs were the envy of any young girl. From a couple of decades in heels, they had gained firmness and a fleshy quality and were simply divine legs. She was wearing an unbuttoned coat, a beautiful scarf, a blouse, a skirt just below the knees, and, as always, boots with heels.

My mom and I went to the red corner. I immediately brought out the CDs and snacks for the senior soldiers that I had ordered for my mom in advance. And I went to my mom. In the gray, heavy life of the army, she could comfort and reassure me that the service would pass quickly. I told her about the service, how we lived there, what they were teaching us. But I never told her about the hazing in the unit and its harsh laws. Half an hour later, the company duty officer peeked into the corner and called for me. I went out and saw two senior soldiers—Kazak and Mamed. I was surprised; I thought I had brought out everything I promised them.

 — You're going to the smoking room now and you'll smoke until you're called, understood.

Orders from the senior soldiers in the barracks were not discussed, as failing to comply threatened a young soldier with prolonged abuse. They slipped past me into the red corner, and I trudged to the smoking room to smoke as ordered. I managed to smoke one cigarette before the unit duty officer—Major Ponomarev—entered the smoking room and was surprised:

 — Wow, his mother came to visit him, and he's sitting here smoking, well then, run along to your mother. — 

I rushed to the corner. At the entrance, I met, as I understood, another senior soldier standing guard. I explained the situation to him, and he reluctantly pushed me inside.

Inside was a tense scene. My mother was tipped back against the couch. Her skirt was pulled up, her boots with tights and white panties were lying on the floor. Mamed was holding her hands, pinning them to the back of the couch, and Kazak was working her pussy with his hand. With one hand, he held her legs spread wide apart, and with the other, he was rubbing her pussy with two fingers at a terrible speed, as if trying to draw fire from her or like a saw sawing her from inside toward her navel. Sometimes spitting on his fingers to break the last remnants of resistance in my mom's big pussy. She was pressed against the back of the couch, eyes narrowed, mouth open, breathing heavily and rapidly; her whole body was arched from the tension of the struggle and the furious assault of the two fingers pounding inside her pussy, reigning supreme.

She quickly wiped herself off, got dressed, and wanted to run away, but I caught her and sat her back on the couch, and she didn't dare resist me. She was afraid to look at me. Seeing the bulge in my pants, she herself rushed to them, unzipped my fly, and started giving me a blowjob. The blowjob was quick; I was so overexcited that I came in about 30 seconds. Then I saw her off.

All the next week in the company, there were only rumors about how the senior soldiers fucked my mother and what a wet slit she was. The officers joked that a new army whore had appeared in the company.

A month later, I wasn't the only one waiting for her arrival. All the senior soldiers had gathered in the red corner. When my mom and I entered, from the deprivation, they all immediately got hard for her. They pounced on her, put her on her knees in what she was wearing, and she started sucking them all. Then they undressed her and fucked her all day. This time, my mom was wearing a very beautiful black bra and very sexy panties, which were just pushed aside for a long time; she also had stockings with beautiful garters. I was last again.

This time, my mom didn't come for me. Our demobilizing soldiers were being discharged. I only saw her from afar at the checkpoint gate. She was meeting them. Four days later, Mamed called me and told me how they fucked her all night in the sauna, and then on the train, they had her wherever and however they wanted.

Then I was discharged myself. On the doorstep, I was met by my father, who, due to work, hadn't been able to visit me in the army. That same evening, I secretly fucked my mom without him knowing. After that, she was my whore for a long time, and I used her to satisfy my sexual fantasies. I made her work as a prostitute at night, sleep with dogs, and much more...