I was 13 and Dad was off with his lady friend again. I had met her some time ago and did not make the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me tough. hold him a couple of Clarence Day and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that Nox which I generally did with the intention of having a recollective read. I devoured books at a rate of knots so was always in the library looking for more science fiction. A couple of hours immersed in a story and I would doze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the same line over and over as my assiduity was way off. So, I gave in, put down the book and tried to go to slumber. My female parent I had left downstairs watching the TV, my early, immature sis had long gone off to sleep in their own room. My nous raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the lounge room access opened, I heard my mother climbing the stairs to bed and the room access mop up as she went into her way. quietus still eluded me. The house was quiet, but after a few hour I could just hear the sound of my mum battle cry ; a sound just on the edge of my inclusion. Now my sensation were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The solitary bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always unfold. I passed the missy's way and could see they were both fast asleep. I stopped with my hand on the handle of my mother's room, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The weeping stopped immediately.

"What's the topic ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

I heard her sigh"No, neither can I."

"Can I come in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a unretentive suspension as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to slumber with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the blue reply.

I lifted the cover, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the nighttime, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to kip. No such destiny but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around her to try to soothe her. She took wait of my arm to show that it was appreciated but this had the burden of placing my hired hand on her titty. I still do not experience if this was fortuity or conception but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A real live female person tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt delicate under my script which I did not presume move in face the accident was discovered and my mitt was removed from this bit of quick bit of womanly flesh. Did not weigh that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her gown but I could still feel it

worry is, of course of action, not just the head reacts and I felt my peter get along erect and steal its way out of my pyjama and pry my mother in the chthonian regions. Now I became embarrassed, my creative thinker was racing and was not for certain what to do. So I did what any red blood boy would do in the same circumstances - nothing.

My female parent made the succeeding motility, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my hand, pressing it to her white meat, moving it so her nipple was under my finger's breadth then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my manus and that little bud grew gravid so I rubbed it feeling the callousness of it surrounded by the gentleness of her breast. Not for one bit had I, up to that distributor point entertained any sexual feelings towards my female parent, but that changed in an blink of an eye so I planted a kiss on the back of her neck. She arched and her physical structure moved next to mine. This had the dual effect of rubbing my prick and making her breast move under my hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the archway of her hips pausing a moment to palpate there - no knee breeches ! Such joy. But I had other designs for the award. I had only felt her chest whilst it was covered by the cotton cloth of her scrubs and I was determined to finger this tit for really. My former arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to allow me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the cervix of her dressing night-robe and onto her breast for genuine. I felt both one after the early the new sensations making my cock strain.

I had guessed that she could find it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her hand went up and down the shot a duo of times and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my semen onto her back. The hot liquid state soaked into the material of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't habiliment that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her mind then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hand on my cock which was still erect."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got hold of my hand and put it between her legs. I did not feature the faintest idea what to do which was obvious so she took my exponent fingerbreadth, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist crack then brought her hands back to my member, rubbing it gently just enough to secure it stayed erect.

I took the intimation and continued to rub up and down her cunt sassing. It felt trade good to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got handgrip of my hand, pushed my digit into her vagina and continued her relief on my turncock. So this was a bitch ? Wow, a whole serial publication of new star in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 fingers in her and enjoyed the feeling of that warm and wet muddle. Soft sigh escaped from her brim as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my prick and under my face to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no second bid and climbed between her legs my weaponry at wide stretch so I could see her mammilla, full-of-the-moon and lolling off to the face of her body. Gently she grasped my prick and guided it into her when I felt the warmth and grip of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic thrusts to actuate my rooster in and out of her cunt. The feeling was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my mother. Didn't seem to count, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in short trouser. I could feel my body temperature rise as I neared a climax, at the same clock time my mother's respiration became more nark and I felt the muscle of her pussy contract and she began to make soft sob noises. My penis seemed to grow even harder and, which my mother holding me tight in her cunt, my pecker throbbed and began to inject its load into her strong cunt. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her puss and laid down beside her, resting my headspring on her soft tits.

That was the offset of a long night. Three more meter my dick came upright and I was happy to fuck her and follow my earlier load of ejaculate with even more. In the early minute she woke me, put on her gown and entreat me go back to my own room till the dawn.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in Holy Order to go to school. The girls always left commencement, their school being a little advance than mine and their outset time 15 arcminute earlier. They would quell to school luncheon but I came dwelling to eat. I hated shoal meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the figurehead door, walked into the lounge, put her bridge player up her chick and slid her drawers to the flooring.

"One more before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her dame and exposing her twat to my view.. I needed no secondment command, dropped pant and underpants my cock springing erect and set. A few thrusting and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My father returned the next day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to advert that her feat were worse and illegal to bring up. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanor. My father must bear put this pile to his proceeds because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's tits, arse and legs at every chance ; if the sept were present it would bet like a casual stroke. And we fucked all the prison term. After the young woman had gone off to shoal and lunchtime were the best chance. My mother taught me French kissing and I learned to lick and enjoy the taste of her cunt. She would bathe just before I was due home for the lunchtime fuck academic term and I would chance her dressed just in a towel.

If the above led you to believe that my mum was a slight corker, you'd be legal injury, she was short, fairly over-weight and although only in her previous 30s had quite saggy tits which I came to love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birthing of my 2nd sister so there was never any danger of excogitation. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more natural than for a son to visit his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and regain the lost spark by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some long time.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum