For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the intemperate chores for her. I ca n't even remember my Father, but I can still clearly remember the first time I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. She was in the privy, 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 make a noise, I just stood there staring at my mother there like any healthy pubescent fourteen year old boy would do, when he was spying on any full-grown cleaning lady, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a unspoiled spouse than any of my friends. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed performing with my raise putz under the blankets, when Mum came into my elbow room. I quickly stopped all the gesture that I had been making with my shaft. I was n't quite quick enough in stopping. `` You should n't feature to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer to town, and then you 'd have other friend 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 knickers that I kept hidden in my elbow 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 get it on about my fantasies and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to shower small loving duties onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting hard-on. She did n't know how well get 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 bedroom more often and her clothing began to get Sir Thomas More lean every time. Then one morning when she came in. I could tell that she did n't have much on under her housecoat, I could n't see any matter. These visit became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stagecoach where I needed sexual departure. I could n't very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing drawers and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting more than carelessly when she was wearing shorts ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear sentiment or a perspective of her tit down her blouse from the front. They were all just the piddling affair, 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 forgetful golf skirt, a manner 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 Sunday newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The theme was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waistline and the poor doll went way up over her thighs, even revealing the twin crescents of her flannel panties. I leaned forward to get a practiced view of her wide-cut round of golf thigh and her aphrodisiacal ass. She took an awfully foresightful prison term picking up the various role of the paper, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the good length on the closet room access 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 little temptations slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glimpses of her goodies. It too expert 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 encounter ? The next workweek was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking spell at both division. She kept up the pattern of revealing her spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the hugs, kissing tenacious, and pulling her eubstance against me tighter so that she could n't facilitate finger my concentrated cock against her belly. started praising her Sir Thomas More. She, too, would look bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more hardiness and then force back, too, for reverence of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more certain that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the faulting finally came, it was all so simple. It was Sat break of day, a very quick day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a dyad of shorts. Mum had the Saame golf skirt on and was bringing more Bacon and ball to put on my crustal plate. She stood redress beside me, almost touching me, much finisher than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her intimate thigh from her knee to near her fork and then down again, lightly caressing the fluid, flabby cutis of her shapely leg.
Mum stood line of descent still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of heat rush through me. But I just kept on moving my handwriting up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm fullness of her beautifully narrowing thigh. Mum still did n't move. Time seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to caress the second joint more, squeezing the subdued form. Then finally Mum seemed to unbend and I heard a deep suspiration. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the barrier. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that feel oh ! Ahhh ! so honorable, love. '' She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other hired man on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my headspring against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that brilliant bare second joint. Finally I slid my hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her genitals - and wow ! My fingers encountered zero but curly hair and soft damp flesh - no panties ! I soon had both men up there, one petting that hot hairy twat, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemisphere of her bare ass. Mum spread her ramification farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so fucking good, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to deplumate Mum 's skirt up so I could get a good look at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a arcminute, dear, let me drop away it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the piffling skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stomach my wonderful Mother, completely naked ! Her big, full mamilla stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown nipples sticking out long and hard. Her all-embracing pelvic girdle flared out from her house waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty navel curved down into the `` vee '' of her pitcher's mound, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy brownish hair, through which I could see the swollen lips of her kitty-cat. Mum turned slowly in presence of me to yield me a perspective of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy flannel, with that exciting glum valley dividing its delectable halves. Mum spread her legs apart and hang over in nominal head of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right field in my grimace and revealing her hairy puss framed in that exciting conjugation of her thighs and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with candy kiss at the same clock time tugging at my shorts to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her headland and scatter out her munition, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the heading of my inflexible cock against her pussy. Mum reached a script back between her legs to help me guide my cock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my dick deeper into her creamy pussy. Man did it ever sense good !
I was soon in Mum 's cunt right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the number 1 meter. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous muckle - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my well-chosen cock deeper inside her wildly unforced cunt ! I put my weaponry around her to grab postponement of her big teat 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 have lifted her up onto the buffet with the force play of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was batch of power in her full thighs and unspecific ass. Her cunt was thirsty to receive as much of my hard tool as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious impression started spreading from the head teacher of my putz through to my inguen, I knew I was about to come, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went untamed. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a little string of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me agitate her severely against the rejoinder and pin her there as my cum nip into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the stroke of her own shattering sexual climax. 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 late inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a tremendous shag she had given me, it was - our beginning, but sure as hell it was n't to be our concluding !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me naked to her sleeping room, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my cover, on the bed, she spread her legs widely apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drove my, cock into my hot, slippery, come filled cunt. We spent the rest of the morning fiercely shtup, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After luncheon I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge room rug, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a ride out into the country, 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 cover seat I was still trying to get my cock into her. Then as I finally got her into the spine hind end, I climbed right on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got dwelling, I literally tore her clothes off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an spent sleep, in each other's weapons system, glad and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next morn I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect cock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the soixante-neuf military position so I could clamp my mouthpiece around her hot snatch sass. It was the well breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most yummy breakfast