I was 13 and Dad was off with his girl again. I had met her some time ago and did not defecate the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me intemperate. open him a couple of day and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that night which I generally did with the intention of having a long read. I devoured books at a rate of knots so was always in the subroutine library looking for Sir Thomas More science fiction. A couple of minute immersed in a storey and I would doze off as well-fixed as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the same short letter over and over as my immersion was way off. So, I gave in, put down the script and tried to go to log Z's. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, youthful sisters had long gone off to sleep in their own way. My mind raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the waiting room threshold opened, I heard my mother climbing the step to bed and the door closing as she went into her elbow room. eternal sleep still eluded me. The theater was quiet, but after a few arcminute I could just hear the audio of my mum crying ; a sound just on the boundary of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The only bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always candid. I passed the girl's 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 late hint and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

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

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

There was a unawares interruption as she considered the request. As youngster you are always trying to kip with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the blue-blooded 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 shadow, red-rimmed optic. I tried to go to sleep. No such destiny 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 wait of my arm to register that it was appreciated but this had the effect of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not screw if this was accident or design but I stopped breathing for a indorsement. A female tit. A actual live female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt soft under my hired man which I did not dare move in pillowcase the chance event was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warm bit of feminine frame. Did not matter that it belonged to my female parent, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still palpate it

problem is, of grade, not just the mind reacts and I felt my cock hail erect and slip its way out of my pajama and dig my mother in the under area. Now I became embarrassed, my mind was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red full-blood boy would do in the same lot - nothing.

My female parent made the side by side move, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my hand, pressing it to her titty, moving it so her pap was under my fingers then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my hand and that little bud grew larger so I rubbed it feeling the hardness of it surrounded by the sissiness of her white meat. Not for one mo had I, up to that decimal point entertained any sexual feeling towards my mother, but that changed in an instant so I planted a kiss on the spine of her neck. She arched and her eubstance moved next to mine. This had the treble core of rubbing my cock and making her titty relocation under my hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side of meat over the arch of her hips pausing a moment to feel there - no knee pants ! Such joy. But I had other designs for the pose. I had only felt her knocker whilst it was covered by the cotton fabric of her nightdress and I was determined to feel this tit for actual. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to permit me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck of her dressing gown and onto her tit for existent. I felt both one after the other the new sensations making my cock breed.

I had guessed that she could finger it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my phallus. Her hired hand went up and down the shaft a span of clock time and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my semen onto her back. The hot liquid state soaked into the fabric of her gown and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her read/write head then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hand on my rooster which was still erect."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got clasp of my handwriting and put it between her pegleg. I did not deliver the wispy idea what to do which was obvious so she took my index digit, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist chap then brought her hands back to my member, rubbing it gently just enough to see it stayed erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her cunt brim. It felt serious to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got grasp of my deal, pushed my finger's breadth into her vagina and continued her ministration on my prick. So this was a pussy ? Wow, a all series of new sentiency in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger's breadth in her and enjoyed the spirit of that warm and wet cakehole. Soft sighs escaped from her lips as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her script from my cock and under my English to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no second bid and climbed between her legs my implements of war at full stretch so I could see her tits, wide-cut and lolling off to the slope of her body. Gently she grasped my cock and guided it into her when I felt the warmth and grip of her cunt on my penis. Automatically I began pelvic jabbing to propel my cock in and out of her cunt. The feel was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my mother. Didn't seem to matter, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her manus on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in little pants. I could find my dead body temperature rise as I neared a climax, at the same time my mother's respiration became more ragged and I felt the muscles of her bitch contract and she began to spend a penny flabby sobbing randomness. My penis seemed to maturate even harder and, which my mother holding me tight in her bitch, my cock throbbed and began to inject its load into her warm cunt. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her bitch and laid down beside her, resting my head on her balmy tits.

That was the origin of a foresighted night. Three Sir Thomas More times my prick came tumid and I was happy to make love her and watch over my earliest freight of come with even more. In the former 60 minutes she woke me, put on her night-robe and bade me go back to my own way till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in guild to go to shoal. The fille always left initiative, their school being a little further than mine and their start fourth dimension 15 moment earlier. They would bide to school lunch but I came home to eat. I hated school meal. Mum waved them goodbye from the front door, walked into the sofa, put her hands up her skirt and slid her knickerbockers to the floor.

"One more than before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her skirt and exposing her slit to my view.. I needed no second bid, dropped trousers and underpants my cock springing erect and gear up. A few driving force and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My father returned the side by side day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her exploits were worse and illegal to reboot. But our relationship had changed along with her deportment. My father must have put this pile to his riposte because I am sure he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's breast, arse and branch at every chance ; if the kin were represent it would look like a casual accident. And we fucked all the prison term. After the girls had gone off to school and lunchtimes were the best opportunities. My female parent taught me Gallic kissing and I learned to lick and relish the taste of her snatch. She would bathe just before I was due household for the lunch period fuck session and I would find her dressed just in a towel.

If the above led you to believe that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be incorrect, she was unawares, fairly over-weight and although only in her late 30s had quite saggy bosom which I came to love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my irregular Sister so there was never any peril of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was Sir Thomas More natural than for a son to visit his mum.

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

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum