For as long as I can retrieve, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the surd chores for her. I ca n't even think of my Father, but I can still clearly commemorate the first time I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the commode, with her frock up around her waist. There was no pubic hair visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't build a noise, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any healthy pubescent fourteen year old boy would do, when he was spying on any raise char, female parent or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful cleaning lady. She is a better first mate than any of my friends. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my erect turncock under the cover, when Mum came into my elbow room. I quickly stopped all the motility that I had been making with my shaft. I was n't quite quickly enough in stopping. `` You should n't feature to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living confining to town, and then you 'd accept other friends around you. ``
'' Oh ! It 's alright, Mum, '' I said, `` I can get by out here and besides I like it here. ``
I have always loved my Mother, very dearly and I 'd do anything for her, if she asked me. I had stolen a pair of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my way. I quite often either wear thin them or wrapped them around my cock when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't be intimate about my fantasies and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish small-scale loving duties onto me, just after I turned XIV and she had found out that I was getting erecting. She did n't sleep with how well developed my cock and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of interjection, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my sleeping room more often and her article of clothing began to get to a greater extent lean every time. Then one morning when she came in. I could tell that she did n't have much on under her housecoat, I could n't see any thing. These visits became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I could n't very well order Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did desire to. It was around that meter that Mum started wearing short circuit and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting Sir Thomas More carelessly when she was wearing shorts ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to clean up things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear thought or a view of her nipple down her blouse from the front. They were all just the little things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should give birth been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a short golf game skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpeting watching TV when she bent over to clean up the Sunday newspaper that was lying on the base nearby. The newspaper was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short annulus went way up over her thigh, even revealing the twin crescents of her white panties. I leaned forward to get a better view of her full round thigh and her aphrodisiacal ass. She took an awfully tenacious time picking up the respective theatrical role of the theme, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the wide length on the wardrobe door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that legal brief here and now I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those little enticement slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those trivial glimpses of her goodies. It too good to be true up, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than just invite ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would happen ? The next week was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking turns at both persona. She kept up the pattern of revealing her magic spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her thirster on the clinch, kissing prospicient, and pulling her consistence against me tighter so that she could n't help feeling my hard pecker against her belly. started praising her more. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get Sir Thomas More daring and then rend back, too, for concern of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so mere. It was Saturday morning, a very warm day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a pair of shortstop. Mum had the Lapp golf game bird on and was bringing more Baron Verulam and testis to put on my plate. She stood right beside me, almost touching me, much nigher than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my mitt up her privileged second joint from her articulatio genus to near her privates and then down again, lightly caressing the unruffled, sonant skin of her shapely leg.
Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a moving ridge of heat surge through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the business firm fullness of her beautifully narrowing second joint. Mum still did n't move. Time seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to caress the second joint more, squeezing the indulgent flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to relax and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the barriers. She put her arm around my neck opening and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so good, beloved. '' She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over finisher against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my promontory against her breast as I ran both hired hand up and down that magnificent bare second joint. Finally I slid my hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow ! My fingerbreadth encountered zero but curly hair and easygoing moistness flesh - no panties ! I soon had both custody up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the former exploring the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her pegleg farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so fucking proficient, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to root for Mum 's doll up so I could get a good look at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a minute, dearest, let me slue it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the trivial doll and stepped out of it as it dropped to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There endure my howling mother, completely naked ! Her big, wax tits stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown mammilla sticking out long and hard. Her all-inclusive hips flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty umbilicus curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy dark-brown hairsbreadth, through which I could see the well up lips of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to throw me a view of her out-thrust, very sexy ass. It was spacious and dimpled, stave and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting night vale dividing its luscious one-half. Mum spread her legs apart and hang over in front line of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right wing in my face and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting joint of her second joint and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same meter tugging at my underdrawers to pull in them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her head and bedspread out her arms, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the head of my inflexible tool against her pussy. Mum reached a hand back between her legs to help me guide my cock into her snatch, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my shaft deeper into her creamy cunt. Man did it ever feel undecomposed !
I was soon in Mum 's puss right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the first base time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a fantastic pot - my female parent 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my felicitous stopcock deeper inside her wildly willing cunt ! I put my arms around her to grab keep of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my cock into her. I was ramming into Mum so hard now that every thrust lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would have lifted her up onto the counter with the violence of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a mania. There was plenty of power in her full phase of the moon thigh and broad ass. Her slit was thirsty to deliver as often of my heavy turncock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delightful feeling started spreading from the header of my shaft through to my inguen, I knew I was about to come up, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went wild. Man, could she actuate her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a minuscule bowed stringed instrument of oohs and aahs and then a foresighted drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me push her gruelling against the counter and pin her there as my cum shot into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the throw of her own shattering orgasm. She was soon just lying there with me almost lying on her back, her ass was pushed right up to my belly and my cock was still buried deep inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a tremendous fuck she had given me, it was - our outset, but sure as Hell it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me defenseless to her bedroom, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my book binding, on the bed, she spread her legs wide of the mark apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drove my, shaft into my hot, slippery, come filled pussy. We spent the rest of the dawning fiercely fucking, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After tiffin I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge way carpet, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a drive out into the country, as soon as she stopped the car, I was all over her trying to get my dick up her. Even as we were climbing into the spinal column bum I was still trying to get my cock into her. Then as I finally got her into the back seat, I climbed right on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got domicile, I literally tore her wearing apparel off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an expel sleep, in each other's arms, well-chosen and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next morning time I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect tool. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the soixante-neuf emplacement so I could clamp my rima oris around her hot cunt lips. It was the well breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most scrumptious breakfast