Ever since my early teenage age when i started to understand the difference between a boy and girl i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my attention, rather just something in my nous that was attracted to the gumption of taboo of being with an older women coupled with that same adult female being the most crucial person in my lifetime.

My female parent is not a super model, to the highest degree people would n't blink twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very slight she could do wrong in my oculus. She was of average height, blonde haircloth that sat around her shoulder blades, medium form and average breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ class old female parent would dress and treated her two small fry with all the forgivingness of her heart.

I have an older sister who is 3 years my elderly ; and while I had the odd fleeting fantasy about her, they were always just that, a fleeting moment that i would never suppose coming true.

As a young teenager animation at home I remember diving through the dingy laundry trying to find mums brassiere and panties to hide away in my room for a few years before i 'd regress them hoping to avoid suspicion. I didnt really know what to do with them in my self-possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her breast. I remember returning to my room one day and my flow hoard of dirty underclothing had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my mother did n't feel the same way, nor did i want to tanish the human relationship i had with her, or effect the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever bechance, i moved out, got marital and started a family of my own.

Now i am 30 age old and my mother is approaching her 60th natal day but i never grew out of the taboo fancy i started as a teen. To this day, i never thought anything would ever eventuate from it, but that all changed late last year.

My female parent and father had started a piffling restoration labor to save themselves busybodied in the early eld of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 mean solar day a hebdomad in town and left mum at domicile tinkering away at odd Job. One good afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the table trying to sully the board legs. When she saw me inscribe the doorway she slowly rolled out from under the mesa and gradually adulterate up, clearly in some bother. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

After she explained her task, and promised she felt fine i suggested she Holy Scripture herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` Well at least let me give you a picayune massage so you can stand up direct ''.

To which her response was `` Ok, I guess i deserve a slight break ''.

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll recover some moisturiser, i also suggested she should take her top off to avoid getting stain on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying expression down on the canvas in just her underdrawers and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising cream in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and articulatio humeri. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my mind and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my workforce as low on her back as i could and made sure i was making plenty of contact with the sides of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt great and asked if i could rub her sura aswell. I shuffled off the border of the bed and focused my movement on the her lower branch, admiring the slight panorama of her ass through her tightly fitting denim shorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her articulatio genus and onto the upper region of her leg where her shorts finished. I could only skid the very ends of my fingers under her drawers but no further before the stuff hindered advance. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my female parent calves.

'' No wait, that felt great, make me a second '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her drawers before assuming her position on the bed again. `` Please knead my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in nothing but her underwear i obliged and massaged her speed leg, leaning into it more and Thomas More just as an excuse to get my face closer to her ass. As i neared the base of her ass i made the decision to casually massage continuously back to her down spine to judge her reaction. To my surprise my mother didnt flinch, nor comment about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to hover around her lower back before skipping across back to the upper role of her legs.

It was here i got the kickoff indication of my animation that my mother may be thinking the Same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her ramification providing a lilliputian more accession. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist replete of she sheets in the process too.

I clumsily let my finger catch the outside of her panties on a brash stroke and noticed a slight wince from my mother, but still no commentary, or call for to contain. One Thomas More accidently impinging with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my female parent was n't going to intercept me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's lour back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the upper part of her legs. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to wander over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this time a little lower, and moved my workforce up inside her scanty on to her ass cheeks, trying to progress to my aim clear.

She let out a slender giggle and commented `` What are you doing now ? ``

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her panty down off her ass and kiss her right cheek. From here i could reek a scent i have been dreaming of for twelvemonth, the one i could remember from her dirty wash all those days ago.

With her panties now around her thighs she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with turn over bye over the brim of her now exposed pussy. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her pantie and presented herself on her back, articulatio genus bent and branch spread.

Neither of us were saying anything at this moment, rather the lust of the position took over and I found myself tasting my female parent pussy in a spot i could previously only ambition of.

I 'm not sure why but we did n't do anything to a greater extent than me enjoying my mother, after a few shout of fervor from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no ungainly feelings, just my mother and i held in a close bosom. She got up and whilst pulling her apparel back on, offered to make a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of track our secret, but we dont talk about it nor receipt it. Whilst i hope every day it will happen again i am very thankful it happened at all .