My name is Josh, and i 'm 18 and heres my news report about my initiative fuck with mom.
I must confess that I have always fantasized about my mother.
Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more overt than
normal, I think. She generally has always stayed in great condition
by running and exercising, and has a great body naturally. I
would often see her come place from exercising, wearing curt
shorts and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and
frequently had masturbation fantasies about her. My wife looks
very much like my mother did when she was younger, and I often
pretend to myself that When I was in in high spirits school, my dad was
working eventide, so if did n't go out, we were generally the only
I at home. This was no big spate, as most afternoon I had
basketball pattern, and
was out near evening, either at my part-time job at a grocery
stock, or partying with friends.
Once, when I came menage from school, she was in the cover yard,
sunning herself. She did n't hear me access, and I stood and
watched her for a long time. She was wearing a white bikini, and
had pulled the back up into the impudence of her ass to egest as
often tan line of work as possible. From behind her, I could see wisps of
pubic pilus out the face of the suit, gliding up to her troll ass.
The shoulder strap of the bikini top were untied, as she was facing down,
and appeared to be asleep. She stirred as I approached her from
the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and face of her
turgid, round breasts.
`` Oh, Josh, '' she said, `` I did n't know that you were home
already. '' Appearing a picayune stymie, she tied her top
securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still
hung out of the Bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and
headed toward the backward doorway. `` I have dinner in the oven, '' she
explained, `` so I thought I might take in some sun. '' In her haste
to report her top one-half, she had neglected to pull the bottoms out
of her ass, so I could n't help but stare as it swayed back and
forth with each slow step that she took in front of me. I
realized that I had a raging hard-on, and took care to prevent her
from noticing.
When we got into the house, she excused herself to change out
of her bikini, while I went to my room to put away my books. As I
passed the master bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed
that the doorway was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, I
could see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly. As
she took the top off, she paused, fondling her white meat. Her
delicate hands cupped them, and pressed them together. She then
brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several
times before pinching each nipple, one at a clock time. I saw her lip
form an `` Oh ! '' as she continued to massage them.
Slowly, her bridge player glided down over her compressed stomach,
massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the oddment
of suntan oil that was still on her body. As her result hand
remained on her belly, her right continued into her float lawsuit
bottom, to her pussy. I could see that she had made striking with
her cunt, as she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and
then pinched her eyes closed. She continued to massage her pussy
beneath her case for some time, then began to slowly take away the
prat. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her
thighs. Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the light
entering her window. Well covered with a silky Robert Brown bush, it was
parted far enough to bring out a plump set of sassing, covered with her
juices. As she finished removing her suit of clothes, she slid up on to the
bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her knees and bringing
her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to leave
her finger ready access to her snatch. She very delicately
caressed the expanse around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her
fiery lips with her digit, and shuddering each fourth dimension that she
did. Gradually moving toward the center of her bitch, she expertly
spread her cuntal lips, massaging them up and down with her first
and third fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the second finger to
caress her button, causing her entire body to shake with hunger, as
she emitted a throaty moan.
Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night tabular array, to get
her sun tan oil, and, in the operation, moved out of my job of
heap. Figuring that she was beyond paying care to the
details around her, I opened the room access a niggling bit further, so
that I would be able to see the entire room. The squeak that the
door made caught her tending briefly, as she looked up blankly,
but did n't appear to see me. Going back to her oil, she popped the
top of it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to
torso, and began to massage it in. Her total body now glistened
before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her stallion torso with
oil. Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached back
between her legs, and thrust two fingerbreadth deep into her cunt,
grazing her anus with another. After massaging both maw for
some time, she inserted her index good into her ass, while
simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt. Her oil-covered titty
swayed, as she maintained her residual with her left bridge player on the
headboard while her rightfield had its way with her. She moaned
excitedly as her calendar method increased gradually along with her
intensity. Her hand was now rubbing her slit violently, as her
hips bucked in time with her fingers. Her huge bosom were now
bouncing violently as her consistency rocked up and down, back and forth.
Her breathing was operose, and her moaning more frequent and loud.
I 'm sure that I could have entered the elbow room unnoticed at this
fourth dimension, but I did n't. I continued to look on her until she slumped,
motionless to the bed, and left for the sustenance elbow room to work on the
television, so that I could pretend that I had been watching it
the hale time.
After a few minute, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling
pans, getting ready for dinner. She called me in shortly
thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat. mom was wearing a
t-shirt and shorts, and I could n't help but think about how she
looked without them on. It was n't until she got under the light
at the kitchen tabular array that I could clearly see that she was n't
wearing a bra. Her nipples showed clearly through in that light,
and I stared at them the entire prison term I helped her set the table.
Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we exchanged
the distinctive small-talk throughout. She asked about school and
work, and I provided the usual, dull answers. When she got up
from the tabular array to get more milk, I noticed that the buttons on the
sides of her running drawers were unbuttoned all the way up,
revealing even More of her foresighted, bronze, smooth wooden leg as she
walked. When she bent over to reach into the icebox, she
seemed to purposefully stoop at the waist, lifting the can flap on
her shorts. She clearly was not wearing panty beneath these
shorts, and I could see the better piece of her rhythm, fleshy left
cheek. I was getting harder by the 2nd, and it was hard
to keep from staring at her body throughout the rest of the meal.
I helped her clean up the dishes, and my horniness subsided
for the clip being. I went to my room to study for a while, and
had forgotten about the unhurt thing, for the meter being, when she
knocked on my doorway. When she came in, I could see that she still
had n't buttoned up the side of her shorts. When she sat down on
my bed and crossed her legs, I could see her lovely, tan leg all
the way to her hip, and she knew it.
`` I 'm plastered from my work-out today, '' she began. `` Would you
intellect giving me a massage ? '' I could see where this was going, and
immediately got a raging erection just thinking about it. I told
her I would n't listen doing that for her, and approached her on the
bed. Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulder
through her t-shirt, eventually gliding one side down off of her
shoulder. Her cutis was still and colored, with no tan line, due to
her sunbathing with her top pile. As I massaged, she rolled her
head from side to side. `` Mmmmmmmm ... that feels great, '' she
purred, `` just let me get this off, OK ? ''. She reached down and
removed her jersey so that I could admission both of her articulatio humeri
and her binding. Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from
working out. I rubbed her back, around her articulatio humeri blades, and
she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I reached around her
sides, and, as she raised her branch slightly to give up me with child
access, reached around and began to rub down the slope of her
breasts. `` Oh, yessssss, '' she whispered, `` that 's very squeamish. '' Her
back began to arc as I cupped her knocker, much as I had see her
do only time of day before. Her business firm, advanced melons felt wonderful in my
hands, and her nipple grew harder and harder as I continued to
stroke them. She leaned back against me as I began to decoct
on her nipples, lying her head back against my shoulder joint. Again,
simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her mamilla,
lightly at commencement, and one at a time, gradually squeezing rigorous
and simultaneously. Her back continued to arch against me as I
enslaved her titmouse, and I soon turned her around to front me, giving
her a thick, wet kiss, a kiss like I had never shared before. Her
mouth was flannel hot as our sassing met. We began by just barely
touching our backtalk together, simultaneously teasing each others'
oral cavity. Her hot breath on my face had me near an internal nuclear
explosion, and she knew it. When our tongues met, they gently
encircled one another, each occasionally retreating to the sanctity
of its own mouth, only to return for more.
As I backed off momentarily to bump off my shirt, I got to the full
view of her fantastic body. As she lay back on my bed, she slowly
spread her peg, affording me a splendid panorama of her beautiful
cunt. Though my cock was aching to get in that cavern of pleasure,
I could not help oneself but go down for a estimable smell, which was, of
course, exactly what she wanted. Her neatly trimmed brown Vannevar Bush
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her thrill when
my warm up breath met it. Though she was still wearing her short circuit, I
was in no haste to hit them. Sliding the crotch to the incline, I
could feel that she was soaking wet with desire. I continued to
massage her upper thighs, gradually moving my hands up, around her
pussy, being very careful not to touch her sassing. By this clock time,
her hands were wrapped around the bed office, her eye were
clenched shut, and her pelvis were bucking like the finest rodeo
Taurus the Bull. When my fingers finally reached her cuntal mouth she began
to cry out in Passion of Christ. `` Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby ! Please fuck me
hard ! '' I moved my nerve full into her awaiting box, sending my
tongue deep into her cave while sucking her clitoris for all it was
worth. I followed the calendar method of birth control of her squirming hips, repeatedly
driving my tongue in as abstruse as potential, and continued to suck in
all of the nectar that I could get. Suddenly she began a
dissimilar motion : a shuddering vibration that was as red as it
was tremendous. When her passion juice came flooding out, they
covered the lowly half of my boldness, and soaked what little dry arena
her short pants had left. I then climbed back up to look her, and she
began to gratefully lap up her cum off of my face.
After a few moment of recuperation, my mom was back in action.
She lifted up and removed her pants, while I, automatically,
removed mine. `` Lie down, '' she nearly commanded. I quickly
obeyed. Slowly, she sat down, straddling my tidal bore cock. Her hot
cunt felt like flame, as it gradually emersed all of me. Upon
swallowing my member unit, she resumed her earlier hip action,
yanking my peter every which way in the appendage. As she bucked,
her mythological, unshakable breasts swayed and bounced in time with her
hips. I could feel my blood pressure rise, as she lowered her
consistence to mine, and she instinctively knew that I was near orgasm,
as she again quickened the pace.
equitation at a violent yard now, she dug her fingers into my back, as
I continued to drive my cock deep within her. Our by now sweat-
soaked consistence slid against each other smoothly until I could retain
my cum no longer. Simultaneously, her legs quiver and shivered as
she let out another orgasmic wow. She continued to lay on top
of me, as we kissed and fondled each other, for the residue of the
night. We have shared similar sessions together since then, but I
will never forget the first Night I spent with mom .