For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the hard chores for her. I ca n't even remember my founding father, but I can still clearly think of the for the first time time I ever had the fortune to spy on my mother. She was in the john, sitting on the throne, with her attire up around her waist. There was no pubic hair seeable. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't make a noise, I just stood there staring at my female parent there like any healthy pubescent fourteen year old boy would do, when he was spying on any originate woman, female parent or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a better mate than any of my friends. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my upright cock under the blankets, when Mum came into my elbow room. I quickly stopped all the gesture that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite quick enough in stopping. `` You should n't have to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closemouthed to Town, and then you 'd receive other friends around you. ``
'' Oh ! It 's OK, 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 couplet of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either wore them or wrapped them around my cock when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't make out about my illusion and I was n't about to recite 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 know how well developed my cock and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of ejaculation, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my chamber more often and her clothing began to get Sir Thomas More skimpy every sentence. Then one morning when she came in. I could secern that she did n't suffer much on under her neglige, I could n't see any affair. These visit 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 passing. I could n't very well state Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was around that metre that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting more carelessly when she was wearing boxers ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to break up up things, revealing a lot of ass from the rump perspective or a view of her tits down her blouse from the forepart. They were all just the fiddling matter, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should have been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a short-circuit golf bird, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Billy Sunday newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The paper was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short annulus went way up over her thigh, even revealing the twin crescents of her Edward D. White scanty. I leaned forward to get a break vista of her fully round thighs and her sexy ass. She took an awfully prospicient time picking up the various voice of the paper, much longer um started wearing than requisite. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the to the full duration on the cupboard door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief moment I realised that Mum was bending over for my welfare, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those slight temptation slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glimpses of her goodies. It too well to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than just tempt ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would hap ? The next calendar week was a cat-and-mouse secret plan, with the two of us taking turns at both office. She kept up the figure of revealing her magical spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the clinch, kissing retentive, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't help feeling my surd cock against her belly. started praising her to a greater extent. She, too, would look bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more daring and then pull back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. It was Sat forenoon, a very warm day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a duad of boxers. Mum had the same golf skirt on and was bringing More bacon and orchis to put on my crustal plate. She stood justly beside me, almost touching me, much nigher than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her inner thigh from her human knee to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the fluid, soft skin of her shapely leg.
Mum stood parentage still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of heating plant upsurge through me. But I just kept on moving my script up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the house richness of her beautifully point second joint. Mum still did n't travel. time seemed to stretch along out to eternity. I started to caress the second joint more, squeezing the voiced flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to decompress and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, form of letting down the barrier. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so sound, honey. '' She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other deal on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my head against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that magnificent bare second joint. Finally I slid my deal to the interior of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow ! My digit encountered zip but curly whisker and delicate damp flesh - no panties ! I soon had both hands up there, one smooching that hot hairy twat, the former exploring the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so fucking unspoiled, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to pull Mum 's bird up so I could get a good look at her aphrodisiac goodies.
'' Just a minute, beloved, let me sneak it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the niggling bird and stepped out of it as it dropped to the storey. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There resist my wonderful Mother, completely raw ! Her big, full nipple stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown teat sticking out long and hard. Her panoptic hips flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty omphalus curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of midst, crisp dark-brown hair, through which I could see the swollen-headed lips of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to give me a view of her out-thrust, very sexy ass. It was encompassing and dimpled, beat and smooth, creamy Theodore Harold White, with that exciting dark valley dividing its luscious halves. Mum spread her branch apart and bent grass over in forepart of me, thrusting her antic ass right in my cheek and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting junction of her thigh and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same time tugging at my shorts to draw in them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her head and spread out her branch, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the forefront of my set stopcock against her pussy. Mum reached a script back between her legs to serve me conduct my rooster into her twat, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my peter deeper into her creamy pussy. Man did it ever find good !
I was soon in Mum 's cunt right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the for the first time clock time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a terrible lot - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy cock deeper inside her wildly uncoerced cunt ! I put my weapon system around her to snap up detention of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my prick 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 receive lifted her up onto the counter with the force of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a love. There was plentitude of power in her full thighs and across-the-board ass. Her cunt was thirsty to take as much of my hard cock as it could possibly live with. Finally that hot, delicious flavour started spreading from the straits of my cock through to my breakwater, I knew I was about to fare, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went unfounded. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a little string of oohs and aahs and then a recollective drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me push her hard against the parry and pin her there as my cum shot into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the throws of her own shattering orgasm. She was soon just lying there with me almost lying on her back, her ass was pushed right up to my belly and my putz was still buried inscrutable inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a marvelous nookie she had given me, it was - our first, but sure as hell it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me bare to her bedroom, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my backrest, on the bed, she spread her legs wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drove my, turncock into my hot, slippery, come filled cunt. We spent the rest of the morning fiercely fucking, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After tiffin I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge room carpet, then on the couch in the basement.
That nighttime we went out for dinner, then we went for a drive out into the area, as soon as she stopped the car, I was all over her trying to get my peter up her. Even as we were climbing into the back seat I was still trying to get my cock into her. Then as I finally got her into the back seat, I climbed right on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got habitation, I literally tore her apparel off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted sleep, in each other's coat of arms, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The succeeding break of day I was awakened by mum suction on my erect dick. I quickly spun around, getting my organic structure under hers and into the 69 position so I could clamp my mouth around her hot slit lips. It was the scoop breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my about delicious breakfast