A Soldier is on 48-hour Leave

I was at the beginning of my job in the military service, and only a few months had passed since I was recruited. I had left my mom alone at home after my brother traveled abroad in search of a better life for us.

My mom is almost forty, but she’s still pretty. After the death of our father several years ago, my brother and I had to leave our mother alone at home because we needed to work and search for a source of livelihood. However, our mother’s life was not difficult without us. She lives in a farming village with many relatives and neighbors. The farming community is simple and closely related in all matters of life. They help each other and frequently visit.

Christmas is approaching, and I am waiting for the vacation to spend with my mom so she won’t be alone on this important occasion. Luckily, my major in the army has already given me 48 hours off. This is not only for me but also for other soldiers who can use the opportunity to visit their families on different days.

I got home after noon and knocked on the door. I heard my mother’s voice asking, “Who is it?” I replied, “It’s me, Doha.” I used to call her by this name instead of her real name, Madiha. She was like a sister to my brother and me, and we used to laugh and kidding her a lot, especially after our father passed away.

As my mother opened the door, she said, “Do you still remember me, you pervert? You told me, you had a week before christmas. You are late.” I entered the house and hugged her, saying, “I got a vacation, but it was hard. The army is not like other jobs. I will spend the day with you and the day of christmas, and then travel directly for my job.” She asked, “Why is that, my son?” I replied, “I am tired. I will swim and sleep, and when I wake up, I will tell you.”

It was a very hot day. I entered the bathroom to take a shower, and my mother asked me, “Do you have any clothes that you need me to wash?” I replied, “Yes, you can find them in the bag.” Then I heard her scream after she opened it: “What is this? You son of a boots!” She laughed and continued, “Were you peeing in your clothes or is this from the army?” I understood what she meant from the scene. My underwear had traces of a wet dream, which happened to me a lot. Some of my colleagues in the army claim that this is because of some types of food, but I know that I am a young man and I have wet dreams as long as I don’t have a woman to have sex with, and I did not masturbate. That’s why I laughed at her question and sarcastically told her, “You are the reason, Doha. You did not encourage me to marry. If I were married, I would not do that to myself. I am now an employee, and I will marry a sweet girl like you.” She joked, “You will live your life and you will not find a woman as beautiful as your mother.” We laughed together.

After taking a shower, I put on tight shorts that almost showed my dick. I told my mother, “I will sleep now, wake me up at sunset.”

“Go to sleep, clever one,” she said, “but I warn you not to dirty your clothes again.” I laughed and told her, “You’re out of luck, maybe you should wash them too.” She looked at me and laughed, saying, “Just go to sleep, I’m out of luck.”

There was no sexual attraction between my mother and me, definitively. All we had was laughter, jokes, and a mutual, normal love between a mother and her son.

I woke up from my sleep to the sound of my mother calling out, “Get up, the sun has set.” I got out of bed, changed into different clothes than the shorts I had been wearing, and went to the living room. My mother had prepared food, and we sat down to eat and chat. I told her about my experiences in the army and what we did there, and she shared her feelings of loneliness and fear at night.

My mother asked me to help her move some of the furniture inside the house from one place to another so she could clean and prepare for New Year’s Eve. I did what she asked, and then I asked her if I could go to the barber shop. After dinner, I left the house and left her to finish cleaning and tidying up.

I arrived home around eleven and noticed that my mother was wearing a short top and very tight shorts, revealing her white thighs. She was in the process of cleaning and when she came into the room, she said, “Look at my condition. I’m exhausted from cleaning the house today. I want to finish up and sleep because my body is aching.”

I joked “It’s okay, Mom. When I get married soon, there will be a beautiful girl who will help you with the housework.”

I said, “I’m going to the bathroom to finish shaving and then take a shower.” My mother was surprised by my words and asked, “Why do you need to shave? You just came back from the barber and your shave looks great.”I told, “No, no, I need to shave here and here,” pointing to my armpit and between my legs. Then I laughed and added, “In the army, they search those areas because having long hair there can lead to diseases.” My mother sighed and said, “Okay, let’s finish up, I want to use the bathroom to take a shower and then go to bed.”

I got into the shower and started washing under my armpits, but suddenly the electricity went out! I laughed and shouted, “What luck, Doha!” She came in carrying a small battery-operated flashlight. I opened the bathroom door, turned my back to her and asked, “What’s up?” She replied, “If you’re done, let’s get dressed and go out.” I told her, “I’m not done, I’ve only shaved half.” She said, “Okay, keep going and I’ll hold the flashlight for you until you’re finished.” As I still turned away from her, she said, “Are you pretending to be shy? Come on, finish shaving, your mother is waiting.”

I turned to her, and my penis became erect, despite my attempts to calm it down. I felt very embarrassed, but my mother didn’t seem to notice or care. I wanted to hide it from her. I was horrified when she didn’t comment, and I awkwardly continued shaving my erect penis slowly. Finally, she said, “Hold the flashlight and I’ll finish shaving for you.” I told her, “That’s not necessary.” She said, “Are you ashamed of me? I used to shave your father.”

I took the flashlight, and she sat on the toilet. Then she held the razor in her right hand and used her left hand to hold my penis and begin shaving me. I stood in front of her feeling very shy, while she looked at me every now and then.

Silence filled the room as my erection grew harder and stronger under my mother’s gentle touch. Then my mother spoke up, breaking the silence. “I bet you haven’t shaved this thing in a year, you brain is messed up,” she said jokingly. I laughed nervously.

I noticed her attempting to remove a single hair that had fallen from the top of my pubic area and was stuck to the head of my penis. She was trying to grab it with her fingers, but was unsuccessful. I was surprised by her persistence in removing this one hair. Suddenly, she smiled as if she had found a solution. She brought her mouth close to my penis as if she was going to kiss it, but instead applied some saliva from her mouth to the head of my penis. The surprise of her lips on my penis caused me to feel a great surge of lust and sexual desire. With the moisture from her saliva, she was able to remove the single hair. She laughed as if she had won a battle.

She finished shaving me and said, “Turn on the shower, clean up the shaved area, get dressed, and then I’m going to take a shower.” As she spoke, the electricity came back on and the lights turned back on. She exclaimed, “It’s great to have the lights back on! Now you can take a good shower.”

I got dressed and left the bathroom while she went in to take a shower and locked the door behind her. I approached the door and jokingly said, “Do you need any help in there, Doha?” She laughed and replied, “Why, do you want to repay the favor since I shaved you? Go away, you pervert, and watch TV.”

My mother was taking an unusually long time in the shower, and I didn’t know why. After a while, she came out wearing a red shirt. It wasn’t a nightgown, but it was still nice and attractive. The shirt was short and revealed part of the line between her breasts. She came close and sat down next to me, then began combing her hair and said, “Don’t stay up too late. There will be morning celebrations in the village tomorrow, so go to sleep now to wake up early.” I told her, “Where am I going to sleep? You made a mess of my room and haven’t finished organizing it.” “You can sleep in my room, dear,” she said. “I want you to be near me most of the time because you only have two days off. If you don’t like that, we can clean up your room and make it together for you to sleep in.” I replied, “No, it’s only two days. Let me sleep next to you.” She said, “Okay, come on. I’m tired, and I need to sleep early too.”

We turned off the TV and went to sleep. I told my mom that I would only sleep in shorts, and she replied, “Sleep however you like, you little gossip.” I told her, “Well, don’t be mad, Doha. Soon, I’ll be sleeping next to my beautiful future wife, and I won’t need you.” “Alright, sleep well, you optimist,” she replied.

I got into bed before her, and she finished brushing her hair before getting into bed as well. For the first time, I felt a different kind of attraction towards her. I found myself sexually drawn to her slightly plump body, and I could feel my penis becoming erect inside my shorts. She could see the bulge, but she tried to act indifferent to what she saw.

My mother was lying in bed on her side, with her back and curvy, attractive buttocks facing towards me. The light from the living room crept into her dark room, making the curves of her body even more alluring. I heard her say, “You know, my son, I exhausted my body today cleaning and organizing the house. Now tell me seriously, can I sleep peacefully? What do you do in the army? I mean, do you have any stains on your underwear? I worry about you.” I laughed and told her, “Don’t worry, that’s just what happens to a young man who doesn’t have a girlfriend or a wife.” She replied, “Okay, I understand now.” Then she changed the tone of her voice and said, “Let’s go back to my first words. Today was a lot of effort. Press on my back because it hurts.”