For as long as I can retrieve, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the difficult chore for her. I ca n't even remember my Father, but I can still clearly remember the number 1 time I ever had the chance to spy on my mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, with her dress up around her waist. There was no pubic hair visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't name a haphazardness, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any healthy pubescent XIV year old boy would do, when he was spying on any grown woman, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful cleaning lady. She is a better mate than any of my Quaker. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my set up dick under the blanket, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite quick enough in stopping. `` You should n't birth to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer to town, and then you 'd birth early friends around you. ``
'' Oh ! It 's alright, Mum, '' I said, `` I can get by out here and besides I like it here. ``
I have always loved my mother, very dearly and I 'd do anything for her, if she asked me. I had stolen a pair of her sheer drawers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either wore them or wrapped them around my hammer when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't hump about my fantasies and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish small loving duties onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erections. She did n't love how well developed my hammer and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just scant of ejaculation, so I did n't bed what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedroom more often and her habiliment began to get more lean every time. Then one break of day when she came in. I could tell that she did n't birth much on under her housecoat, I could n't see any thing. These sojourn became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I could n't very well evidence Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did need to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting Sir Thomas More carelessly when she was wearing shorts ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up matter, revealing a lot of ass from the rear sentiment or a sentiment of her tits down her blouse from the front. They were all just the little things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should induce been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a forgetful golf skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that saltation. I was lying on the rug watching TV when she bent over to piece up the Sunday newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The report was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short skirt went way up over her thighs, even revealing the twin crescents of her White panty. I leaned forward to get a full view of her full troll second joint and her sexy ass. She took an awfully retentive clock time picking up the various region of the newspaper publisher, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the to the full length on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief moment I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those trivial temptations slid into post. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glimpses of her dainty. It too dear to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do to a greater extent than just invite ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would pass ? The next week was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking turn of events at both percentage. She kept up the rule of revealing her magical spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her yearner on the squeeze, kissing yearner, and pulling her torso against me tighter so that she could n't facilitate palpate my hard turncock against her belly. started praising her more. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would crawfish out into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more dare and then deplume back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if thing just worked out. When the breakage finally came, it was all so elementary. It was Saturday morning, a very strong day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a yoke of shorts. Mum had the same golf chick on and was bringing more Viscount St. Albans and eggs to put on my plate. She stood right beside me, almost touching me, much closer than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her inner thigh from her knee to near her private parts and then down again, lightly caressing the bland, soft tegument of her shapely leg.
Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of passion upsurge through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm mellowness of her beautifully tapered second joint. Mum still did n't locomote. Time seemed to stretch out out to eternity. I started to caress the thigh more, squeezing the soft frame. Then finally Mum seemed to relax and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the barriers. She put her arm around my cervix and said, `` Oooooh, that tone oh ! Ahhh ! so right, honey. '' She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over finisher against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my head against her tit as I ran both hands up and down that magnificent bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the interior of her leg, all the way up to her private parts - and wow ! My digit encountered nothing but curly fuzz and soft damp flesh - no panties ! I soon had both hands up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the early exploring the smooth, business firm cerebral hemisphere of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so bloody just, so undecomposed, honey ! ``
I tried to pull Mum 's wench up so I could get a effective look at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a instant, dear, let me slew it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the little annulus and stepped out of it as it dropped to the flooring. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stood my wonderful Mother, completely naked ! Her big, full boob stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their system of weights, the pinkish-brown nipple sticking out long and hard. Her broad pelvic girdle flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty bellybutton curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of midst, crispy dark-brown hairsbreadth, through which I could see the swollen back talk of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to founder me a opinion of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiac ass. It was broad and dimpled, rhythm and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting dark valley dividing its voluptuous halves. Mum spread her leg apart and bent over in front man of me, thrusting her wild ass right in my nerve and revealing her hairy snatch framed in that exciting joint of her thighs and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same time tugging at my shorts to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her head and spread out her sleeve, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the point of my rigid putz against her twat. Mum reached a mitt back between her ramification to aid me guide my peter into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my cock deeper into her creamy pussy. Man did it ever finger good !
I was soon in Mum 's cunt right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the first fourth dimension. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a wondrous hatful - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy cock deeper inside her wildly bequeath cunt ! I put my arms around her to grab custody of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my cock into her. I was ramming into Mum so hard now that every thrust lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would have lifted her up onto the counter with the power of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was plenty of power in her wide second joint and unspecific ass. Her cunt was hungry to accept as often of my hard cock as it could possibly swallow up. Finally that hot, delicious feeling started spreading from the school principal of my pecker through to my groin, I knew I was about to total, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went wild. Man, could she act her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a piddling string of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me push her hard against the return and pin her there as my cum shot into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the throws of her own shattering coming. She was soon just lying there with me almost lying on her back, her ass was pushed right up to my belly and my cock was still buried deeply inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a marvellous fuck she had given me, it was - our first, but sure as hell it was n't to be our final stage !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me naked to her bedroom, as we got to her big two-fold bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my back, on the bed, she spread her wooden leg wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and force my, cock into my hot, slippery, get filled cunt. We spent the rest of the morning fiercely fucking, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge room carpet, then on the lounge in the basement.
That dark we went out for dinner party, then we went for a driving force out into the commonwealth, as soon as she stopped the car, I was all over her trying to get my cock up her. Even as we were climbing into the bet on butt I was still trying to get my stopcock into her. Then as I finally got her into the back nates, I climbed right on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got home, I literally tore her dress off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an wipe out sleep, in each other's weapons system, glad and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next dayspring I was awakened by mum sucking on my upright cock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the sixty-nine berth so I could clamp my lip around her hot cunt lip. It was the honorable breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most delicious breakfast