Ever since my early teenage years when i started to understand the deviation between a boy and girl i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my attention, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the sensory faculty of taboo of being with an erstwhile woman coupled with that same charwoman being the most crucial someone in my sprightliness.

My mother is not a super theoretical account, most citizenry would n't nictate 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 centre. She was of average tallness, blonde haircloth that sat around her articulatio humeri blades, medium frame and average breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ year old mother would dress and treated her two Thomas Kid with all the kindness of her heart.

I have an older sister who is 3 years my senior ; and while I had the odd fleeting fantasy about her, they were always just that, a fleeting moment that i would never imagine coming true.

As a young teenager living at nursing home I remember diving through the ill-gotten wash trying to find mums bras and panties to hide away in my room for a few twenty-four hour period before i 'd return them hoping to avoid suspicion. I didnt really have it away 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 current cache of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was sealed my mother did n't finger the same way, nor did i want to tanish the human relationship i had with her, or effect the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the whimsy something could ever happen, i moved out, got married and started a kinsperson of my own.

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

My mother and father had started a niggling renovation task to retain themselves busy in the early old age of retreat. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 years a calendar week in township and left mum at home tinkering away at odd caper. One afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the restoration and noticed mum was scrunched up under the board trying to stain the table pegleg. When she saw me figure the door she slowly rolled out from under the table and gradually stretch up, clearly in some nuisance. 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 Holy Writ herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` fountainhead at least let me throw you a little massage so you can stand up straight person ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll happen some moisturiser, i also suggested she should take her top off to avert getting discoloration on the canvas. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying face down on the sheets in just her shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising cream in my bridge player before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and articulatio humeri. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my phantasy, it quickly shot to the vanguard of my mind and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my hand as low on her back as i could and made sure i was making plenty of physical contact with the sides of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt expectant and asked if i could rub her sura aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my efforts on the her glower legs, admiring the thin position of her ass through her tightly fitting dungaree shorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper area of her wooden leg where her short circuit finished. I could only slither the very ends of my fingerbreadth under her shortstop but no further before the stuff hindered procession. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No time lag, that felt gravid, give me a second '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her shortstop before assuming her attitude on the bed again. `` Please massage my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my female parent now laying there in nothing but her underwear i obliged and massaged her upper leg, leaning into it more and more just as an excuse to get my typeface closer to her ass. As i neared the bag of her ass i made the conclusion to casually massage continuously back to her lower binding to judge her chemical reaction. To my surprise my female parent didnt wince, nor comment about my legal brief encouter with her ass nerve. I continued to oscillate around her lower back before skipping across back to the upper part of her peg.

It was here i got the beginning meter reading of my life that my mother may be thinking the same affair as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her legs providing a lilliputian More access. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist wax of she sheets in the cognitive process too.

I clumsily let my finger catch the outside of her pantie on a brash diagonal and noticed a rebuff wince from my mother, but still no comment, or quest to block up. One to a greater extent accidently contact with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my female parent was n't going to halt me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's lower back whilst my custody were planted heavily on the upper part of her ramification. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to roll over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this clip a little lower, and moved my hands up inside her panties on to her ass face, trying to make my intent clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly draw out her step-in down off her ass and kiss her right cheek. From here i could smell a fragrance i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could remember from her dirty laundry all those years ago.

With her step-in now around her thigh she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with measured passes over the lips of her now exposed kitty-cat. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her pantie and presented herself on her back, knees knack and legs bedspread.

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

I 'm not sure why but we did n't do anything more than me enjoying my female parent, 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 unenviable feelings, just my mother and i held in a nigh embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her apparel back on, offered to make a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my human relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of course our secret, but we dont spill about it nor acknowledge it. Whilst i hope every day it will take place again i am very grateful it happened at all .