My name is Josh, and i 'm 18 and heres my write up about my first piece of tail with mom.
I must concede that I have always fantasized about my mother.
Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more open than
normal, I think. She generally has always stayed in peachy embodiment
by running and exercising, and has a great body naturally. I
would often see her fare home plate from exercising, wearing dead
underdrawers and a T-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and
frequently had masturbation fantasies about her. My married woman looks
very much like my mother did when she was younger, and I often
pretend to myself that When I was in in high spirits school, my dad was
working eve, so if did n't go out, we were generally the alone
ones at home. This was no big deal, as most afternoons I had
basketball game practice, and
was out most eve, either at my part-time job at a market
memory board, or partying with friends.
Once, when I came home from school, she was in the back up railway yard,
sunning herself. She did n't take heed me approach, and I stood and
watched her for a long time. She was wearing a snowy Bikini, and
had pulled the back up into the cheeks of her ass to eliminate as
much tan line as potential. From behind her, I could see wisps of
pubic hair out the side of the suit, gliding up to her round ass.
The straps of the bikini top were untie, as she was facing down,
and appeared to be asleep. She stirred as I approached her from
the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and face of her
magnanimous, round breasts.
`` Oh, Josh, '' she said, `` I did n't know that you were home
already. '' Appearing a little blockade, she tied her top
securely, although as she was bent grass over, her heaving mounds still
hung out of the bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and
headed toward the back door. `` I have dinner in the oven, '' she
explained, `` so I thought I might take in some sun. '' In her haste
to cover her top half, she had neglected to deplumate the tail out
of her ass, so I could n't help but stare as it swayed back and
forth with each tiresome dance step that she took in nominal head of me. I
realized that I had a raging hard-on, and took care to maintain her
from noticing.
When we got into the house, she excused herself to change out
of her bikini, while I went to my elbow room to put away my books. As I
passed the master bedroom on my way back down the foyer, I noticed
that the door was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, I
could see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly. As
she took the top off, she paused, fondling her breasts. Her
delicate bridge player cupped them, and pressed them together. She then
brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several
meter before pinching each mamilla, one at a meter. I saw her back talk
form an `` Oh ! '' as she continued to rub down them.
Slowly, her bridge player glided down over her flat belly,
massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the oddment
of sunburn oil that was still on her body. As her entrust hand
remained on her stomach, her right continued into her float courting
behind, to her pussy. I could see that she had made contact with
her twat, as she arched her back, looked up at the roof, and
then pinched her oculus closed. She continued to massage her purulent
beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the
bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her
thighs. Her pussycat, wet as an ocean, glistened from the light
entering her window. Well covered with a silky brown Vannevar Bush, it was
parted far enough to divulge a plump set of lips, covered with her
succus. As she finished removing her courting, she slid up on to the
bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her articulatio genus and bringing
her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to allow
her fingers gear up entree to her cunt. She very delicately
caressed the surface area around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her
fiery lips with her fingers, and shuddering each metre that she
did. Gradually moving toward the center field of her twat, she expertly
spread her cuntal lips, massaging them up and down with her number one
and third digit. Occasionally, she allowed the second finger's breadth to
caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lust, as
she emitted a throaty moan.
Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to get
her sun tan oil, and, in the unconscious process, moved out of my line of
wad. Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the
particular around her, I opened the doorway a fiddling bit further, so
that I would be able to see the integral room. The squeak that the
door made caught her attention briefly, as she looked up blankly,
but did n't appear to see me. Going back to her oil, she popped the
top of it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to
torso, and began to massage it in. Her entire body now glistened
before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her total trunk with
oil. Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached back
between her branch, and thrust two digit deep into her cunt,
grazing her anus with another. After massaging both holes for
some clip, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while
simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt. Her oil-covered tits
swayed, as she maintained her balance with her left paw on the
headboard while her right hand had its way with her. She moaned
excitedly as her rhythm method of birth control increased gradually along with her
intensity. Her handwriting was now rubbing her kitty violently, as her
coxa bucked in time with her fingers. Her huge chest were now
bouncing violently as her body rocked up and down, back and forth.
Her external respiration was heavy, and her moaning more shop and loud.
I 'm sure that I could have entered the room unnoticed at this
fourth dimension, but I did n't. I continued to view her until she slumped,
motionless to the bed, and left for the livelihood elbow room to turn on the
television, so that I could pretend that I had been watching it
the whole time.
After a few bit, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling
genus Pan, getting set for dinner. She called me in shortly
thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat. mom was wearing a
t-shirt and shorts, and I could n't aid but call up about how she
looked without them on. It was n't until she got under the lighting
at the kitchen table that I could clearly see that she was n't
wearing a bra. Her nipples showed clearly through in that visible light,
and I stared at them the entire clip I helped her set the table.
Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we exchanged
the distinctive small-talk throughout. She asked about schooltime and
body of work, and I provided the usual, boring reply. When she got up
from the table to get more milk, I noticed that the buttons on the
incline of her running drawers were unbuttoned all the way up,
revealing even to a greater extent of her retentive, bronze, suave legs as she
walked. When she bent over to get hold of into the refrigerator, she
seemed to purposefully deform at the waist, lifting the rear flap on
her boxershorts. She clearly was not wearing panties beneath these
drawers, and I could see the better function of her round, fleshy left
cheek. I was getting harder by the second, and it was unmanageable
to keep on from staring at her eubstance throughout the balance of the meal.
I helped her clean up the dish antenna, and my hotness subsided
for the time being. I went to my elbow room to study for a while, and
had forgotten about the whole thing, for the time being, when she
knocked on my door. When she came in, I could see that she still
had n't buttoned up the side of her short pants. When she sat down on
my bed and crossed her legs, I could see her lovely, tan leg all
the way to her hip, and she knew it.
`` I 'm tight from my work-out today, '' she began. `` Would you
mind giving me a massage ? '' I could see where this was going, and
immediately got a raging hard-on just thinking about it. I told
her I would n't mind doing that for her, and approached her on the
bed. Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulders
through her t-shirt, eventually gliding one side down off of her
articulatio humeri. Her skin was unruffled and black, with no tan agate line, due to
her sunbathing with her top Down. As I massaged, she rolled her
chief from side to side. `` Mmmmmmmm ... that feels great, '' she
purred, `` just let me get this off, OK ? ''. She reached down and
removed her t-shirt so that I could access both of her shoulders
and her rachis. Her book binding was smooth, but defined and tight from
working out. I rubbed her back, around her shoulder blades, and
she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I reached around her
sides, and, as she raised her blazonry slightly to allow me swell
entree, reached around and began to massage the sides of her
breasts. `` Oh, yessssss, '' she whispered, `` that 's very nice. '' Her
back began to arc as I cupped her breasts, much as I had see her
do only hours before. Her firm, ripe melons felt wonderful in my
hands, and her pap grew harder and harder as I continued to
stroke them. She leaned back against me as I began to concentrate
on her nipples, lying her head back against my articulatio humeri. Again,
simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her nipple,
lightly at low, and one at a time, gradually squeezing pixilated
and simultaneously. Her back continued to arc against me as I
enslaved her tits, and I soon turned her around to confront me, giving
her a mystifying, wet buss, a kiss like I had never shared before. Her
mouthpiece was white hot as our rim met. We began by just barely
touching our mouth together, simultaneously teasing each others'
rima oris. Her hot breathing space on my font had me near an internal nuclear
blowup, and she knew it. When our tongue met, they gently
encircled one another, each occasionally retreating to the sanctity
of its own rima oris, only to return for more.
As I backed off momentarily to take my shirt, I got full
view of her tremendous body. As she lay back on my bed, she slowly
spread her leg, affording me a magnificent eyeshot of her beautiful
pussycat. Though my cock was aching to embark that cavern of delight,
I could not help but go down for a better look, which was, of
course, exactly what she wanted. Her neatly trimmed Brown scrub
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her shudder when
my warm breath met it. Though she was still wearing her drawers, I
was in no hurry to murder them. Sliding the crotch to the side, I
could feel that she was soaking wet with desire. I continued to
massage her upper second joint, gradually moving my hands up, around her
pussy, being very heedful not to match her lips. By this time,
her hands were wrapped around the bed posts, her eyes were
clenched shut, and her hip joint were bucking like the finest rodeo
bull. When my fingers finally reached her cuntal brim she began
to cry out in passion. `` Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby ! Please fuck me
hard ! '' I moved my face full into her awaiting box, sending my
glossa deep into her cave while sucking her clit for all it was
worth. I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips, repeatedly
driving my lingua in as deep as possible, and continued to suck
all of the nectar that I could get. Suddenly she began a
different movement : a shuddering vibration that was as violent as it
was rattling. When her love life juices came flooding out, they
covered the get down half of my face, and soaked what little dry domain
her shorts had left. I then climbed back up to face up her, and she
began to gratefully lick her cum off of my face.
After a few mo of recuperation, my mom was back in action.
She lifted up and removed her gasp, while I, automatically,
removed mine. `` Lie down, '' she nearly commanded. I quickly
obeyed. Slowly, she sat down, straddling my tidal bore cock. Her hot
puss felt like firing, as it gradually emersed all of me. Upon
swallowing my penis whole, she resumed her earlier hip action,
yanking my cock every which way in the outgrowth. As she bucked,
her fabulous, firm breasts swayed and bounced in time with her
hips. I could palpate my stemma pressure sensation acclivity, as she lowered her
body to mine, and she instinctively knew that I was near coming,
as she again quickened the pace.
Riding at a vehement pace now, she dug her fingers into my back, as
I continued to aim my cock trench within her. Our by now sweat-
soaked bodies slid against each other smoothly until I could hold
my cum no longer. Simultaneously, her legs palpitate and shivered as
she let out another orgasmic screech. She continued to lay on top
of me, as we kissed and fondled each other, for the rest of the
night. We have shared similar sessions together since then, but I
will never forget the beginning dark I spent with mom .