Mom is looking at me, and I'm looking back at her. We are keeping constant eye contact, our gazes locked together.

"Steve ..."mom sighs my name out loud, as if to confirm it's really me, her own boy, who is there between her all-embracing overt thighs. Her nipples are standing half and column inch tall in the middle of wide iniquity ring of color of her sagging breasts which heave with every deep breather she takes. I can feel my mother's pubic hair against my nose as our lip meet for a tender candy kiss for the first base time.

They say it's every boy's first true love. Or at least mom said when she opened her gown and pointed with a red-nailed digit pointed at the thicket of dark nappy hair's-breadth below her bellybutton and with a diffused voice told me to give it a warmly little kiss.

I had turned away frightened at first, but mom had hugged me and gently reminded me that I was eighteen and I'd never kissed a girl.

I hadn't seen this side of mom before. She is a teacher at the local elemental school who wears her hair in a blotto bun and manages to be a favorite of both the kids and their parents despite being known for occasionally being prone to rapping the minor'finger with a pointer. Then again, we were almost never alone at home because I have two baby and my aunt also lives nearby.

Mom usually retains the prim and proper fuzz bun even at home, but now her pilus is as open as her branch. Her vocalization had been much warmer than common as her fingerbreadth had started gently caressing my hair. When I hadn't been immediately reactive, she had put some of her teacher's strictness into it, though."You have to know how to kiss if you ever want young woman to like you, Steve,"she had said, and that had gotten to me.

I mean, I'm not pudding head. I know you wouldn't just immediately kiss a girl on the lips without getting to roll in the hay them first, so you shouldn't do that with your mother's vagina either. You start by giving little buss to her President Bush and second joint, and after you feel her warming up you can hold lip contact. Then you bring your spit into manoeuvre, slight by little. create sure it stays in contact with the button just like you retain constant eye inter-group communication with your mother.

Mom watches attentively as my tongue feels the tight hairs surrounding the opening of the vagina and then the tip finally it slips in. I start blinking nervously when a little twitch goes through mom's cellulite-marked thighs, but she calms me down by reaching to gently caress my fuzz with her manus. This is also a signaling for me to slide my knife deeper and to take up thrusting it in and out at a constant tempo. It's not easy because my mother's coarse pubic hair is abrasively rubbing against my nozzle when I'm bobbing my pass. Her bush is frizzy and it almost reaches the stretchiness St. Mark near her bellybutton, but I know I shouldn't be thinking about things like that at a instant like this.

"Oh Steve ..."mom sighs and I feel her helping hand caressing my cheek and hair. My eyes are looking into hers while my tongue is making distinctive moist and slippery sounds in the vagina. Mom has told me that giving birthing to a boy leaves it especially sensitive just for her son's glossa, which explained the shivers I was feeling when mine was in her.

My cervix and clapper outset getting stiff in addition to the irritation of my nose, but eventually mom's intimation start getting heavier and suddenly my oculus widen with fearfulness as my mother's ramification jerk uncontrollably and she exclaims in a hushy voice :"O-oh f-fuck ... ! H-hh ... !"

I have never heard my mother use language like that and her regard is austere and agitated, so I know I have to quicken the pace of my tongue which is fluttering in and out of the warm pulsating vagina. Mom's hand immediately reaches down to hold me still because she saw how my eyes widened with surprise when I managed to spark off the orgasm, and her fingers feel rougher than a caress now.

Seeing her own boy's big innocent eyes staring at her from a thicket of her frizzy pubic at the here and now of climax is a climax trigger any female parent can empathize and appreciate. Despite the rapid-fire orgasms which cause mom's back to arc and her second joint to shudder violently, she raises her chief again and again to look at me between her leg."O-oh f ... O-oh God ! O-oh Steve ... ! Hhh ... ! Hhh ... ! Hhh ... !"she moan in throaty breathing place because she orgasms every metre she sees my big and innocent eyes which remind her of my birth.

When my mother's read/write head finally falls down on the pillow from enervation, I still continue giving footling kisses to her warmly vagina. Huffing intimation are making her breasts ascending and fall. Her oculus are closed and she keeps softly caressing my pilus, letting me stay there as long as I want.

When I raise my fountainhead, my vox is full of adoring admiration as I say the words which every mother wants to try from a boy after a series of thigh-shuddering orgasms :"I like it, mom. It's so warm and overnice ”.

Mom props herself up on her articulatio cubiti, and as she looks at me I'm wondering if this is going to lead to a night of pinnace making love. That's what one would usually trust kisses would lead to at the end, but with my own mom ... ?

Mom touches my brass lightly and flashes a smile although she seems somehow a bit sad and serious as she asks :"How are you feeling, Steve ?"

"All right, I guess."

"Come here, darling,"mom says and bosom me gently for a while and then lays me down on the bed. I don't have to ask what she is doing when she moves on top of me.

Mom seems to contemplate for a moment. She reaches to brush her pilus over her shoulders, which makes her sagging breasts rise and twilight noticeably. I have been completely crocked for a quite a while by now, but my center widen and I bite my lip when my female parent's hand touches my erection."Steve ..."she says again as she looks at me and guides me to the post where I was born from.

Mom is riding me really severe, but my pecker has been achingly erect for so long that I'm really blunt and barely sense anything even though I see her haired vagina bouncing on the shaft and hear the bed cracking and banging under us. Her saggy breasts are flapping and flailing in rotary motion, and again she is swearing in a moan voice :"Hhh ... ! Hhh ... ! O-Oh my roll in the hay G-God ... !"

The numbness is making me last surprisingly long even though I'm totally inexperienced. Mom seems to be surprised by that so she slows down for a piece, twisting and grinding her pelvic arch while she is breathing deep until she starts riding at an orgasmic tread again and the husky trousering continues."Hh-Hh-Hh-Hh !"

This cycle of tardily and fast maternal insight continues until nature takes its course as it always does, without exceptions. I'm holding onto my female parent's life-giving hips and my own are responding purely by instinct."Oh Jesus mom ... ! Mom, I can't ... ! Oh my G-god, mom ... ! Mom, no ... ! Mom, it's gon na ... ! It's gon na buck in-n-Nnn-Nnn-Nnnn !"

Then it is too recent for sorrow. Both of us hear the distinctive wet"Schlirk !"of a muscular ejaculation which is now contained by the velvety bulwark of the uterus, and mom raises her head towards the sky and vails as her orgasm explodes into its full bloom.

Schlirk !"O-ooh, Steve !"

Schlirk !"O-oooh my infant ... !"

Schlirk !"O-O-Oh-Oooh !"

Sclirk ! Sclirk ... ! Sclirk ... ! Sclirrkk ...

Because of the clay and hardened numbness of my member, I feel the ejaculations as cramp of relieving passing for my whole eubstance. The spurt come at a constant pace and some of them are so weighty they feel like they take an full pounding second to give the axe. The muscles in my stomach are contracting so hard they start hurting, as if my body has decided that every footling wiggly sperm cellular phone from my testicles is going in regardless of what my ruling was going to be about it afterwards.

I am still semi-hard inside mom long after the stopping point long spirt has been shot in through the cervix uteri, and her shift breathing has turned into sighs which make her heavy sagging tit rise and fall.

"It wasn't so bad, was it, Steve ?"mom asks, although she isn't sounding so for certain about it herself at this point in time. I notice her touching her womb and a flashgun of scandalize panic is shortly apparent in her eyes, as if she realizes she has forgotten something, even though her face is still blushing with sexual climax high temperature and her nipples are as big as cherry in the middle of her wide of the mark areolas.

"No, but ..."I say with my own eyes across-the-board when I understand I've just gone all the way with my own female parent who isn't on contraceptives.

Mom shushes me with her digit and kiss my cheek lightly, saying :"Good Night, Steve. Sleep well ”. Then she leaves me alone at my thoughts. I'm so tired that I quickly fall asleep despite them.

The aurora is awkward because the night is still fresh in my head. Even a insensate exhibitor doesn't make me forget the figure of speech of my mother's bush or the expressions on her typeface when she was constantly orgasming on top of me.

Everyone is at the breakfast table when I come down. I had hoped mom would deliver already left, but she hasn't. Mom doesn't act weird in any way. She even asks about the lecture I have today, but she has always been interested in my studies.

Later I find out mom is indeed pregnant, because of class she is. She wanted to hand me the news straight away so I didn't have to feel the nerve-wrecking latent hostility any longer.

Now mom has her arms around my neck and she's looking me in the centre after laying down the distressing facts. She looks me calmingly in the eyes and says :"Please, Steve favourite. Just let me swallow and everything will be all right."

I'm not so sure about that, but when mom slides down to her articulatio genus I let her unzip my bloomers, because I know this is her way of saying she's sorry. I notice she has some wrinkles near her eyes, but her mouth are deep red, so she must have put on some paint for the occasion, even though she doesn't normally use practically makeup.

When I finally get hard and mom slideway her red mouth around my erection, she knows she has to be slow, affected role and read and fulfill every motherly virtuousness as she gently sucks.

I come harder than I would have expected, because pouty red lips constantly and untiringly pumping a new man's shaft are bound to induce a powerful reaction Sooner or later.

"Mom, mom, mom-mm-m-mm !"I groan, and my handwriting is on my mother's berm as I fire a big jet. She instantly starts stroking my ballock with rapid movements of her fingertips and keeps pumping the pecker with her deal and lips at a quicker and steady tempo while constantly looking me in the eyes.

I know she doesn't really like it, but she swallows everything. She's trying to make water amends, so her finger are still rapidly stroking my balls like she's pretending she wants more. Being a mother isn't always easy, like when you're on your knees and your boy has just fired his lode, you don't want him to be asking in a shy voice :"Don't you like it, mom ?"If he sees you hesitating, he'll be left thinking there is something faulty with what he just guess from his ball into your backtalk. He need to sympathise it's a normal and wonderful affair, so you have to swallow it.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me ?"mom asks, looking up at me.

I don't say anything but I caress her shoulder with my manus. I have to admit I am feeling better already, so I guess mom is decent. I know I'll never forget my first of all true passion. It's the same as for every boy, tender and hirsute and between my female parent's branch .