Ever since my early teenage years when i started to understand the dispute between a boy and fille i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my tending, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the sense of taboo of being with an quondam women coupled with that same adult female being the most important person in my spirit.

My mother is not a ace manikin, virtually masses would n't flash 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 eyes. She was of average height, blonde haircloth that sat around her shoulder joint blades, medium body-build and average tit. She dressed the way any 40+ twelvemonth old mother would dress and treated her two nestling with all the forgivingness of her heart.

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

As a Brigham Young teenager living at home plate I remember diving through the foul wash trying to regain florist's chrysanthemum bras and panties to obliterate away in my room for a few days before i 'd return them hoping to nullify distrust. I didnt really know what to do with them in my possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her boob. I remember returning to my room one day and my stream stash of dirty underclothes had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.

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

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

My mother and Father had started a petty renovation project to restrain themselves officious in the early years of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 Clarence Day a workweek in town and left mum at home tinkering away at odd line of work. One afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the refurbishment and noticed mum was scrunched up under the table trying to stain the mesa legs. When she saw me enter the doorway she slowly rolled out from under the tabular array and gradually stretch out up, clearly in some botheration. 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 book herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` Well at least let me present you a little massage so you can bear up straight person ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should pick out her top off to keep off getting stain on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying face down on the canvass in just her short pants and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising cream in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and shoulders. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the head of my thinker and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my script as low on her backrest as i could and made surely i was making plenty of contact with the English of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt neat and asked if i could rub her calves aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my efforts on the her lower legs, admiring the slight view of her ass through her tightly fitting dungaree boxershorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper expanse of her stage where her shorts finished. I could only slue the very ends of my fingers under her trunks but no further before the material hindered procession. I started to move back and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No wait, that felt great, give me a second '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her short before assuming her position on the bed again. `` Please massage my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my female parent now laying there in zip but her underclothes i obliged and massaged her amphetamine leg, leaning into it to a greater extent and more just as an excuse to get my face finisher to her ass. As i neared the base of her ass i made the decision to casually knead continuously back to her lower back to pronounce her reaction. To my surprise my mother didnt flinch, nor comment about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to loom around her lower rachis before skipping across back to the upper theatrical role of her ramification.

It was here i got the initiatory indication of my animation that my mother may be thinking the same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her legs providing a little more access. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a clenched fist full moon of she sheets in the cognitive operation too.

I clumsily let my finger get the outside of her panties on a brash stroke and noticed a thin flinch from my mother, but still no comment, or request to terminate. One more accidently middleman with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to stop me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's lower back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the amphetamine office of her legs. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to wave over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this fourth dimension a picayune lower, and moved my hands up inside her panties on to her ass cheeks, trying to cook my intentions clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her scanty down off her ass and kiss her the right way cheek. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could remember from her dirty wash all those long time ago.

With her panties now around her thighs she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with calculated passes over the backtalk of her now exposed twat. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her pantie and presented herself on her back, knees bent-grass and legs spread.

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

I 'm not sure why but we did n't do anything more than me enjoying my mother, after a few cries of excitation from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no awkward flavor, just my mother and i held in a close embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her wearing apparel back on, offered to make a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of trend our secret, but we dont verbalize about it nor recognize it. Whilst i hope every day it will hap again i am very thankful it happened at all .