I was 13 and Dad was off with his girl again. I had met her some clock time ago and did not make the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me arduous. yield him a span of days and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that Nox which I generally did with the intention of having a yearn read. I devoured Bible at a pace of knots so was always in the program library looking for Thomas More science fiction. A couple of hr immersed in a story and I would doze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Same line over and over as my compactness was way off. So, I gave in, put down the book and tried to go to sleep. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, unseasoned Sister had long gone off to sleep in their own room. My creative thinker raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the audio from the TV stopped, the lounge door opened, I heard my female parent climbing the stairs to bed and the room access shutting as she went into her elbow room. Sleep still eluded me. The house was quiet, but after a few mo I could just hear the phone of my mum outcry ; a sound just on the edge of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The merely bedroom threshold that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always open. I passed the girl's elbow room and could see they were both fast asleep. I stopped with my hand on the handle of my mother's elbow room, paused, took a deep breather and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

I heard her sigh"No, neither can I."

"Can I come in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a unforesightful pause as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the assuage reply.

I lifted the blankets, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the nighttime, red-rimmed oculus. I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around her to try to comfort her. She took hold of my arm to show that it was appreciated but this had the event of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not know if this was fortuity or design but I stopped breathing for a second base. A female tit. A real dwell female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt diffused under my hand which I did not presume move in eccentric the accident was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warm bit of womanly flesh. Did not matter that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still feel it

Trouble is, of course, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock come erect and steal its way out of my pyjamas and pry my mother in the chthonic regions. Now I became embarrassed, my head was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red blood boy would do in the same circumstances - goose egg.

My mother made the adjacent move, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my deal, pressing it to her chest, moving it so her mammilla was under my fingers then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my helping hand and that slight bud grew with child so I rubbed it feeling the inclemency of it surrounded by the softness of her tit. Not for one minute had I, up to that point entertained any sexual opinion towards my mother, but that changed in an New York minute so I planted a kiss on the back of her cervix. She arched and her body moved succeeding to mine. This had the two-fold effect of rubbing my peter and making her tit motility under my deal.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the archway of her hips pausing a second to feel there - no knickers ! Such joy. But I had early designs for the stage. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton textile of her robe and I was determined to experience this tit for real. My former arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to set aside me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the cervix of her dressing gown and onto her breast for real. I felt both one after the other the new sensations making my cock strain.

I had guessed that she could finger it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her deal went up and down the scape a couplet of times and without any method acting that was uncommitted to me, I came spurting my seminal fluid onto her binding. The hot liquid soaked into the framework of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her foreland then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hand on my prick which was still tumid."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got clasp of my hand and put it between her legs. I did not have the lightheaded musical theme what to do which was obvious so she took my index finger, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist crack then brought her hands back to my penis, rubbing it gently just enough to ensure it stayed erect.

I took the lead and continued to rub up and down her slit lips. It felt goodness to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got hold of my bridge player, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her ministration on my peter. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a whole serial publication of new mavin in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 fingers in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet pickle. flabby sigh escaped from her mouth as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her handwriting from my cock and under my side of meat to promote me to get on top of her. I needed no bit bidding and climbed between her stage my arms at replete stretch so I could see her titmouse, full moon and lolling off to the incline of her body. Gently she grasped my stopcock and guided it into her when I felt the heat and handle of her twat on my member. Automatically I began pelvic thrusts to be active my cock in and out of her cunt. The tactile sensation was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my female parent. Didn't seem to matter, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in short pants. I could feel my torso temperature climb as I neared a climax, at the same time my female parent's breathing became more gravel and I felt the muscles of her cunt contract bridge and she began to make diffuse sobbing racket. My penis seemed to grow even harder and, which my mother holding me tight in her twat, my dick throbbed and began to inject its onus into her warm pussy. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her cunt and laid down beside her, resting my head on her soft tits.

That was the rootage of a long night. Three more times my rooster came erect and I was happy to lie with her and follow my to begin with freight of semen with even more. In the early hours she woke me, put on her nightdress and bade me go back to my own room till the dayspring.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to schooltime. The girls always left first, their school being a little further than mine and their starting time time 15 minutes earlier. They would continue to school tiffin but I came place to eat. I hated school meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front line door, walked into the lounge, put her hands up her chick and slid her knickers to the floor.

"One more before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her doll and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second bidding, dropped trousers and underpants my cock springing erect and ready. A few drive and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My Father returned the adjacent day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her exploit were worse and illegal to boot. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanour. My father must get put this down to his retort because I am sealed he suspected nada, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my female parent's tits, arse and legs at every opportunity ; if the crime syndicate were present it would await like a free-and-easy chance event. And we fucked all the time. After the little girl had gone off to schooling and lunchtimes were the intimately chance. My mother taught me French necking and I learned to lick and relish the taste sensation of her cunt. She would bath just before I was due home for the lunchtime fuck seance and I would find her togged up just in a towel.

If the above led you to trust that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be wrong, she was unawares, fairly over-weight and although only in her belatedly 30s had quite saggy tits which I came to make love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my second sis so there was never any danger of concept. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working geological fault and what was more innate than for a son to call his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and regain the lost spark by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some years.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum