Ever since my betimes teenage years when i started to understand the difference between a boy and lady friend i have had a facination with my female parent. It was never anything she did or said that caught my attention, rather just something in my nous that was attracted to the sense of taboo of being with an old women coupled with that same women being the most important person in my life sentence.

My mother is not a super poser, most people would n't blink twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very little she could do wrong in my eyes. She was of intermediate meridian, blond hair that sat around her berm blades, medium physique and average breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ twelvemonth old mother would dress and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

I have an older sister who is 3 years my fourth-year ; and while I had the odd fleeting illusion about her, they were always just that, a fleeting here and now that i would never imagine coming true.

As a Brigham Young adolescent animation at home I remember diving through the dirty laundry trying to find mums brassiere and pantie to hide away in my room for a few daylight before i 'd regress them hoping to quash suspicion. I didnt really know what to do with them in my possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her white meat. I remember returning to my room one day and my electric current stash of dirty underclothes had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my mother did n't feel the same way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or effect the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever pass, i moved out, got tie and started a category of my own.

Now i am 30 age old and my mother is approaching her 60th natal day but i never grew out of the taboo phantasy i started as a teenager. To this day, i never thought anything would ever eventuate from it, but that all changed late lastly year.

My mother and father had started a little redevelopment project to keep themselves busy in the early years of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 daylight a week in town and left mum at rest home tinkering away at odd Job. One afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the redevelopment and noticed mum was scrunched up under the tabular array trying to stain the mesa leg. When she saw me introduce the door she slowly rolled out from under the tabular array and gradually stretch up, clearly in some pain. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

After she explained her task, and promised she felt fine i suggested she book of account herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` wellspring at least let me give you a little massage so you can stand up straight ''.

To which her response was `` Ok, I guess i deserve a little rift ''.

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should take her top off to avoid getting blot on the flat solid. Sure enough when i made my way into the elbow room my mother was laying expression down on the sheets in just her shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising cream in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubberise her back and berm. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fancy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my psyche and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my hands as low on her back as i could and made indisputable i was making plenty of physical contact with the sides of her bra.

After a lilliputian while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt great and asked if i could rub her calves aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my campaign on the her down branch, admiring the cold-shoulder view of her ass through her tightly fitting denim shorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her stifle and onto the speed area of her legs where her shorts finished. I could only slither the very ends of my fingers under her shorts but no further before the cloth hindered progress. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No waiting, that felt great, devote me a minute '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her shorts before assuming her position on the bed again. `` Please massage my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in zilch but her underclothes i obliged and massaged her upper berth leg, leaning into it more and more just as an excuse to get my face closer to her ass. As i neared the fundament of her ass i made the conclusion to casually knead continuously back to her lower back to judge her reaction. To my surprise my female parent didnt flinch, nor commentary about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to bulk large around her take down back before skipping across back to the upper part of her legs.

It was here i got the first indication of my life-time that my mother may be thinking the like matter as me. As i massaged the inside of her second joint she slightly spread her wooden leg providing a picayune to a greater extent access. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a clenched fist full of she sheets in the process too.

I clumsily let my finger's breadth catch the exterior of her panties on a brash stroke and noticed a slight flinch from my mother, but still no comment, or request to stop. One more accidently contact with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my female parent was n't going to barricade me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my female parent 's grim back whilst my hired man were planted heavily on the upper section of her branch. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to swan over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this time a petty lower, and moved my bridge player up inside her panties on to her ass impudence, trying to make my intentions clear.

She let out a tenuous giggle and commented `` What are you doing now ? ``

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her scanty down off her ass and kiss her right buttock. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could retrieve from her dirty laundry all those years ago.

With her panties now around her second joint she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this clock time with moot mountain pass over the backtalk of her now exposed pussy. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her panties and presented herself on her back, knee bent and legs spread.

Neither of us were saying anything at this mo, rather the lust of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mothers pussy in a post i could previously only dream of.

I 'm not sure as shooting why but we did n't do anything more than me enjoying my mother, after a few cries of excitement from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no awkward feelings, just my mother and i held in a closing curtain embracing. She got up and whilst pulling her clothes back on, offered to pass water a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of course our hole-and-corner, but we dont talk about it nor acknowledge it. Whilst i hope every day it will happen again i am very thankful it happened at all .