I was 14 at the time that my Dad called me over to him and said"john, your Mum has asked me to ask you not to masturbate onto the side of meat of your bed sheet. It is rather toilsome to moisten out after it has dried so much."I was somewhat red faced but I said"Ok Dad."

I denied myself a hand job that Night and it took farseeing than formula for me to fall asleep ; and I still had a hard on. I woke up the next good morning with a raging boner and couldn't diaphragm my hand from stroking up and down my 8 column inch stopcock. It didn't take hanker before I was heroic to gasconade my freight. I couldn't think of where to shoot it, so in my desperate hazy brain I ran into Mum's bedroom, Dad was already at body of work, woke Mum up with the head of my cock swelling ready to explode Forth in front of her face. She opened her middle to see my hammer staring her in the eye."Mum, where do I cum, I'm desperate and the pressure is killing me ?"

She could plainly see that I was gripping my turncock stopping the catamenia of cum and I was in distress. She obviously didn't want about a fourth part of a dry pint of cum spraying all over her bedding material so she brought her head forward and took my stopcock into her sassing. This was far too much for me and I let go of my dick, immediately flooding her sassing with my cum and I could see and find out her swallowing it. After I had finished shooting my wad my shaft deflated slowly and I pulled it out of her mouth."St. John the Apostle, you should feature used a tissue paper, judgement you with that much cum it would have to be a vast tissue, it tasted nice too. If you get desperate again come to me,"she told me"now get dressed for school. ”.

I got home plate from shoal and Mum was at the tabular array in the kitchen rolling pastry. I called hello, put my school bag away and hung my jacket up. I walked up behind my Mum and put my subdivision around her in greeting. I was feeling very daring due to mum swallowing my cum that morning so I slid my bridge player up until I could feel the bottom of her breasts encased in her bra."Mum, can I, delight ?"She took gunstock of the position of my hired hand and asked,"You want to experience my knocker ? Why ?"“ Yes Mum, I am funny as to what they feel like as I am beginning to notice female child, so I would like some arrow on how to address them."I replied.

Mum thought for a few minutes and then nodded,"Ok then, go ahead."So I slid my hands up onto her breasts and was disappointed,"Mum, they are so hard, it's not what I expected."“ Oh,"she said,"that is because of my bra."“ But how can I get to bonk what they are like if you are wearing armour ?"I exclaimed."Clank, Clank."I said as I tapped her breast with my brass knucks."Very mirthful,"she smiled.

Mum went quiet and I could see that she was debating with herself what to do, what to allow."Ok,"she said,"Unzip my dress."I did that, exposing her cover and a rather wide bra strap."Now, see where my bra is fastened ?"“ Here ?"I asked pressing my finger onto what I thought the fastener was."Yes, that's it. Now, grip the shoulder strap both English of the fixing and crowd your hands towards each former unhooking the fastener."she instructed. I gripped the strap and fight my hands towards each other. The elastic was stronger than I had thought it would be and I grunted a little at the try. I found that there were three come-on and looked at them closely."Are all bras fastened like this Mum ?"“ Yes Saint John the Apostle some only have one hook and for the very tumid and heavy breasted fair sex, four."

I pushed the shoulder strap to each position along with the backbone of her dress. I looked at her sides where the bra strap had been wrapped around her and saw the immense indentations which were flushed than the surrounding flesh."Wow Mum,"I said, rubbing my hands over the pitting,"doesn't that hurt ?"“ Yes John Lackland,"she replied,"but you get used to it.

I started to rub one English of her back to try and polish out the pitting. She groaned,"Oh, that's nice,"she said, leaning on the mesa. I rubbed and kneaded one side for about three minutes and moved over to the other side repeating my activeness. Both areas looked considerably better for the rub."Oh, that feels so much ameliorate Saint John the Apostle, I'm glad I decided to allow your petition now. Slide your hands round me both slope just as you did when you arrived but under my bra."I did this and lay my boldness against her warm backrest. My script slid around her and encountered two Brobdingnagian, to me, flesh earth. So I continued on and stroked all over them lightly and finding her toilsome pap."Mum, why are your nipples hard ?"I asked."That's because they are very medium and even though you are my son it is a very animal feeling, you stroking my breasts like that. When you get to this level with a girl, be just as gentle and caring as you are now."she replied."Now, take a placate traveling bag on each nipple and coerce them slightly."I did."A petty harder, yes, that's it. Now roll the nipple between your fingers. Oohh, oohh, yes that's just right, oh god I'm so wet."I don't think she meant me to see those last five words.

By this time my hard on was getting painful, and I tried to brush off it."Mum, now I know what they feel like and have an theme of how to handle them and I have seen mental picture but it's not like seeing the real thing."I noticed that Mum's dress had slipped half way off her shoulders. She stood up and turned daily round to face me. She allowed the shoulders of her attire to slip completely of her articulatio humeri and bear on down her body taking the bra with it. I was entranced, I was face to breast, and they were gorgeous.

I was only about two inches away from Mum's right nipple and without thinking lean forward and latched onto the nipple. Mum groaned and put her hand at the backbone of my forefront in acceptance of the loving suckle that I was giving her. I transferred to her exit nipple and got another groan from her. While I was occupied like this I undid my trousers and let them drop, then eased my undies over my painful pecker. Being released, my hammer felt very practically better and not so painful.

I eased back from Mum's pap and stood up with a silly grin on my expression. Mum looked down and saw my monolithic hard on, about 8 inch long and nearly two across. She gasped at the sight and said"Gracious lav, I don't like the colour of your penis, is it painful ?"I nodded."Come on then."She picked her dress and bra up and I collected my trousers and undies. Mum led me upstairs and looking up I watched as her backside swung sideways as she ascended the stair. I could easily see that between her legs, her knickers were soaking wet and I could see that there was some liquid running down the inside of her second joint."Mum, did you have an stroke ? I can see liquid running down your leg."“ No, Saint John,"she said,"that is my womanly juices that are to help lubricate me for intimate activity. virtually men like the gustatory sensation of them a lot."“ mouthful ?"I exclaimed,"men lick that up ?"“ Yes,"she asserted,"just like I swallowed your cum this break of day, it had a nice taste."I reach a hand forward and stroked a finger up Mum's leg, collecting quite a bit of the liquidness on my digit and transferred it to my back talk. It was lovely ! I wanted more, so I scooped more up from her legs.

We got to her sleeping accommodation and she turned to me."I can say you liked the gustatory modality of my juices."I nodded."Ok then,"she stripped her knickers off and I caught spate for the first base metre of a triangular mend of golden brown haircloth where her legs joined onto her body. I looked up the whole length of my mum and realised she was rather lovely. Smooth skin, a very attractive face, a generous but not fat hourglass figure and crinkly blonde hair down to her shoulders. She sat on the border of the bed and parted her legs."Right now lav, I am going to instruct you the parts of a cleaning woman's body."Her fingerbreadth parted the hair's-breadth and I could see a slightly pulsating rap area,"This is my pussy, a ecumenical Word encompassing all that is there. These are my John Roy Major or outer Labia,"she started, pointing at the various persona as she spoke,"these are my minor or inner Labia, this swell nub here is my clitoris and is VERY sensible, this is my Uretha were my wee comes out of, and this is my Vagina where the succus, that you found you like, come from. It is also where you came from into this world. Do you want to try them straight from the source ?"“ Oh, yes, what do I do ?"I gasped.

"Just cream the total distance of my inner Labia and you will get quite a lot, you can labor your tongue into my Vagina where the juice are made."I did as directed and my mouth was flooded with my Mum's ambrosia, well I thought it was nectar, and I had to swallow respective time, there was that much. Mum was moaning seriously while I was doing this, it must give birth felt very full for her, just as having my turncock in her mouth felt very good for me."spirit for my clitoris john, lick it and the suck on it VERY gently."I did as she said and her groan got lots ‘ more ’."Ok John, now I want you to stand ; in effect, do the Same action with the heading of your cock as you did with your tongue. Oh yes, just like that, another brace, aaahh yes. John, now I want you to put the head teacher of your cock in my vagina. Yes, just like that. Now, labour your hammer all the way into my vagina. My God, that feels terrific. Pull it out until the point is still inside me and agitate back in. Fantastic. Now, repeat that action, start slowly to get the tactile property of it and then speed up as you feel able to without your cock coming out entirely. It's just like using your paw but you are using my vagina instead."

I started to thrust in and out of my Mum's vagina and it felt unbelievable. My stopcock was already primed for cumming so it didn't take long for me to unload all my cum into my Mum's vagina."God, that felt so good."Mum gasped."sucking my nipples again Saint John. You're still hard so you can carry on thrusting please."So, I sucked her teat and thrust my turncock in and out of her vagina. After about three minutes I felt my Mum's internal muscles grip my cock and she let out some shouts and squeaks while her physical structure trembled and shook. I continued thrusting and sucking, I was in paradise. I carried on for another ten minutes while Mum squeaked trembled and stimulate twice more. I then slammed my putz into her as far as I could and pulsed a load Sir Thomas More cum into her. I just about collapsed on top of her, gasping like a fish out of water. My hands were automatically stroking her chest and tweaking her mamilla until my dick finally deflated and slipped out of her. I managed to resist on my wobbly legs and struggled round to sit on the edge of the bed beside her.

I looked at her pussy and saw my cum leaking out. I couldn't let it get on the bedding material and Mum was still flaked out so I knelt between her legs. She swallowed mine and hers is delicious so I don't see any cause why I shouldn't suck my cum out of her. So I applied my mouth to her slit and lapped up all the juices leaking out of her and they tasted ok, quite skillful in fact.

The next dawning after Dad went to crop I rushed into Mum's bedroom and before she could object my cock was deep inside her and my backtalk was sucking her magnificent mamilla. This was the pattern on every weekday that dad went to work and at the weekends if he went out I had her hang over the mesa or on the floor receiving more of my deposits. I nearly always licked her out afterwards ; I got to like the taste very much. Mum also sucked me off quite often as well as she really enjoyed the preference of my cum .