I was 13 and Dad was off with his girlfriend again. I had met her some time ago and did not make the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me backbreaking. consecrate him a twain of Clarence Day and he'd be back.

I went to bed other that night which I generally did with the design of having a long read. I devoured books at a rate of Calidris canutus so was always in the library looking for More science fable. A couple of hours 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 assiduity was way off. So, I gave in, put down the Koran and tried to go to sleep. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, younger Sister had long gone off to sleep in their own elbow room. My brain raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the lounge threshold opened, I heard my mother climbing the steps to bed and the door shutdown as she went into her room. quietus still eluded me. The house was hushed, but after a few hour I could just get a line the strait of my mum tears ; a phone just on the edge of my comprehension. Now my sensory faculty were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The only sleeping accommodation door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always surface. I passed the girl's room and could see they were both quick asleep. I stopped with my helping hand on the handgrip of my mother's room, paused, took a late breathing place 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 arrive in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a light pause as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no approximation why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the lenify 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 dark, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to catch some Z's. No such portion 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 ease her. She took hold of my arm to record that it was appreciated but this had the event of placing my handwriting on her breast. I still do not know if this was accident or design but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A tangible live on female person tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt indulgent under my hand which I did not dare move in case the chance event was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warmly bit of feminine material body. 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

difficulty is, of course, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock come erect and slip its way out of my pj's and poke my mother in the chthonian regions. Now I became embarrassed, my mind was racing and was not trusted what to do. So I did what any red full-blooded boy would do in the Same portion - zilch.

My mother made the succeeding motion, she moved her deal from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my paw, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her teat was under my fingers then she let go. Shangri-la ! I moved my hand and that picayune bud grew larger so I rubbed it feeling the hardness of it surrounded by the softness of her breast. Not for one instant had I, up to that full point entertained any sexual belief towards my mother, but that changed in an instant so I planted a kiss on the vertebral column of her neck. She arched and her consistence moved next to mine. This had the dual event of rubbing my turncock and making her white meat movement under my hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her slope over the arch of her hip joint pausing a moment to feel there - no knickers ! Such joy. But I had former designs for the present. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton fabric of her nightie and I was determined to feel this tit for real number. My former arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to countenance me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck opening of her dressing gown and onto her white meat for real. I felt both one after the early the new sensory faculty making my putz strain.

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

She put her hand on my cock which was still erect."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got grasp of my hand and put it between her legs. I did not let the shadowy thought 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 go then brought her hands back to my penis, rubbing it gently just enough to ensure it stayed erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her cunt lips. It felt sound to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got hold of my hand, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her succor on my cock. So this was a twat ? Wow, a whole serial publication of new sense experience in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger's breadth in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet muddle. piano suspiration escaped from her lip as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my pecker and under my English to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no second bidding and climbed between her legs my limb at full phase of the moon reaching so I could see her tits, full and lolling off to the slope of her body. Gently she grasped my cock and guided it into her when I felt the fondness and grip of her pussy on my member. Automatically I began pelvic thrusting to move my cock in and out of her cunt. The feeling was stunning ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my female parent. Didn't seem to matter, I was fucking a woman.

My female parent had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in unawares pants. I could feel my consistency 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 cunt contract and she began to hit indulgent sobbing noises. My phallus seemed to grow even harder and, which my mother holding me tight in her bitch, my cock throbbed and began to interpose its load into her quick cunt. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her cunt and laid down beside her, resting my head on her mild tits.

That was the root of a longsighted nighttime. Three Sir Thomas More multiplication my rooster came put up and I was glad to fuck her and fall out my before load of ejaculate with even more. In the early hours she woke me, put on her gown and bade me go back to my own room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to school day. The girls always left first, their school being a little promote than mine and their start time 15 mo earlier. They would stay to school lunch but I came home to eat. I hated schooling meal. Mum waved them goodbye from the front room access, walked into the waiting area, put her hands up her skirt 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 skirt and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second summons, dropped trousers and underpants my tool springing erect and make. A few jabbing and I had put another lot of ejaculate into her.

My father returned the next day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her effort were worse and illegal to boot. But our kinship had changed along with her demeanour. My father must deliver put this Down to his return because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's nipple, arse and legs at every opportunity ; if the fellowship were represent it would look like a insouciant accident. And we fucked all the time. After the fille had gone off to schooling and lunchtime were the best opportunity. My mother taught me French kissing and I learned to lap and enjoy the taste of her cunt. She would bath just before I was due home for the lunchtime roll in the hay session and I would find her dressed just in a towel.

If the above led you to trust that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be wrong, she was short, fairly over-weight and although only in her later 30s had quite saggy tits which I came to screw. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my secondly sister so there was never any danger of innovation. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was More natural than for a son to bring down his mum.

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

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum