My name is Josh, and i 'm 18 and heres my story about my first roll in the hay 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
convention, I think. She generally has always stayed in bully physique
by running and exercising, and has a heavy body naturally. I
would often see her come home from exercising, wearing short
drawers and a tee shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and
frequently had onanism fancy 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 high schoolhouse, my dad was
working even, so if did n't go out, we were generally the sole
ones at dwelling. This was no big good deal, as to the highest degree afternoon I had
basketball practice session, and
was out most eve, either at my part-time job at a food market
store, or partying with friends.
Once, when I came home from school, she was in the back grounds,
sunning herself. She did n't hear me approaching, and I stood and
watched her for a farsighted time. She was wearing a white bikini, and
had pulled the spine up into the cheeks of her ass to carry off as
much tan line as potential. From behind her, I could see wisps of
pubic hair out the side of the suit, gliding up to her round ass.
The 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 slope of her
heavy, round breasts.
`` Oh, Josh, '' she said, `` I did n't know that you were home
already. '' Appearing a little embarrassed, she tied her top
securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still
hung out of the two-piece top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and
headed toward the backwards doorway. `` I have dinner in the oven, '' she
explained, `` so I thought I might take in some sun. '' In her haste
to cover her top half, she had neglected to pull the bum out
of her ass, so I could n't help but gaze as it swayed back and
forth with each retard measure that she took in front of me. I
realized that I had a raging erection, and took aid to keep on 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 Bible. As I
passed the master key bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed
that the door 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 breasts. Her
delicate men cupped them, and pressed them together. She then
brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several
prison term before pinching each tit, one at a time. I saw her mouth
form an `` Oh ! '' as she continued to massage them.
Slowly, her hands glided down over her compressed stomach,
massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the end
of burn oil that was still on her body. As her left bridge player
remained on her stomach, her right continued into her swimming suit
bum, to her pussy. I could see that she had made contact with
her snatch, as she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and
then pinched her center closed. She continued to massage her pussy
beneath her wooing for some time, then began to slowly move out the
bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her
second joint. Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the visible radiation
entering her window. Well covered with a silklike brown bush, it was
parted far enough to give away a plump set of lips, covered with her
juices. As she finished removing her wooing, 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 set aside
her fingerbreadth cook access to her cunt. She very delicately
caressed the area around her slit, only occasionally brushing her
fiery lip with her finger, and shuddering each time that she
did. Gradually moving toward the heart of her cunt, she expertly
spread her cuntal lips, massaging them up and down with her first
and tertiary fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the bit finger to
caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lust, as
she emitted a throaty moan.
Pausing briefly, she reached over to her Night table, to get
her sun tan oil, and, in the unconscious process, moved out of my pedigree of
raft. Figuring that she was beyond paying attending to the
item around her, I opened the doorway a small bit further, so
that I would be able to see the total room. The narrow escape 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 opening to
torso, and began to massage it in. Her entire physical structure now glistened
before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her entire body with
oil. Rolling over on her workforce and genu, she reached back
between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt,
grazing her anus with another. After massaging both holes for
some time, she inserted her forefinger full phase of the moon into her ass, while
simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt. Her oil-covered tits
swayed, as she maintained her equilibrium with her left field hand on the
headboard while her right had its way with her. She moaned
excitedly as her musical rhythm increased gradually along with her
strength. Her hand was now rubbing her kitty violently, as her
hips bucked in meter with her finger's breadth. Her huge bosom were now
bouncing violently as her consistence rocked up and down, back and forth.
Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning more frequent and loud.
I 'm for sure that I could suffer entered the room unnoticed at this
meter, but I did n't. I continued to look on her until she slumped,
motionless to the bed, and left for the life elbow room to turn on the
goggle box, so that I could pretend that I had been watching it
the solid time.
After a few minutes, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling
genus Pan, getting gear up for dinner party. She called me in shortly
thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat. mom was wearing a
t-shirt and boxershorts, and I could n't help but opine 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 time 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, deadening result. When she got up
from the table to get more Milk River, I noticed that the release on the
sides of her running shorts were unbuttoned all the way up,
revealing even more of her tenacious, bronze, smooth legs as she
walked. When she bent over to get to into the refrigerator, she
seemed to purposefully bend at the shank, lifting the rear flapping on
her boxershorts. She clearly was not wearing panties beneath these
shorts, and I could see the full role of her round, heavy left
buttock. I was getting harder by the second, and it was difficult
to proceed from staring at her body throughout the rest of the meal.
I helped her make clean up the dishes, and my horniness subsided
for the time being. I went to my room to study for a while, and
had forgotten about the whole thing, for the time being, when she
knocked on my door. When she came in, I could see that she still
had n't buttoned up the slope of her shorts. When she sat down on
my bed and crossed her peg, I could see her lovely, tan leg all
the way to her hip, and she knew it.
`` I 'm tight from my work-out today, '' she began. `` Would you
nous giving me a massage ? '' I could see where this was going, and
immediately got a raging hard-on just thinking about it. I told
her I would n't mind doing that for her, and approached her on the
bed. Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulders
through her t-shirt, eventually gliding one side down off of her
shoulder. Her skin was smooth and drab, with no tan line, due to
her sunbathing with her top down. 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 t-shirt so that I could access both of her shoulder
and her back. Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from
working out. I rubbed her back, around her berm blades, and
she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I reached around her
sides, and, as she raised her arms slightly to allow me majuscule
entree, reached around and began to massage the incline of her
breasts. `` Oh, yessssss, '' she whispered, `` that 's very nice. '' Her
back began to arc as I cupped her breasts, much as I had see her
do only hours before. Her business firm, ripe melon vine felt wonderful in my
workforce, and her nipples grew harder and harder as I continued to
stroke them. She leaned back against me as I began to boil down
on her nipple, lying her head back against my shoulder. Again,
simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her mammilla,
lightly at first off, and one at a time, gradually squeezing tighter
and simultaneously. Her back continued to arch against me as I
enslaved her mamilla, and I soon turned her around to face me, giving
her a mysterious, wet buss, a candy kiss like I had never shared before. Her
mouth was albumen hot as our sassing met. We began by just barely
touching our lips together, simultaneously teasing each others'
oral fissure. Her hot breath on my expression 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 oral fissure, only to bring back for more.
As I backed off momentarily to remove my shirt, I got replete
view of her howling body. As she lay back on my bed, she slowly
spread her legs, affording me a magnificent view of her beautiful
pussy. Though my cock was aching to enter that cavern of delight,
I could not avail but go down for a upright look, which was, of
trend, exactly what she wanted. Her neatly trimmed brownish Vannevar Bush
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her tremor when
my warm breathing place met it. Though she was still wearing her short, I
was in no precipitation to remove them. Sliding the genital organ to the position, I
could feel that she was soaking wet with desire. I continued to
massage her amphetamine thighs, gradually moving my hands up, around her
pussy, being very deliberate not to touch her sassing. By this time,
her manus were wrapped around the bed spot, her eye were
clenched shut, and her hip were bucking like the finest rodeo
cop. When my fingers finally reached her cuntal lips she began
to cry out in Passion of Christ. `` Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby ! Please fuck me
hard ! '' I moved my look entire into her awaiting box, sending my
tongue deep into her cave while sucking her clitoris for all it was
Worth. I followed the rhythm method of her squirming hips, repeatedly
driving my clapper in as bass as potential, and continued to suck
all of the nectar that I could get. Suddenly she began a
dissimilar motion : a shuddering vibration that was as violent as it
was wonderful. When her love juices came flooding out, they
covered the low-pitched half of my brass, and soaked what trivial dry area
her boxers had left. I then climbed back up to face her, and she
began to gratefully lick her cum off of my face.
After a few moments of convalescence, my mom was back in action.
She lifted up and removed her gasp, while I, automatically,
removed mine. `` Lie down, '' she nearly commanded. I quickly
obeyed. Slowly, she sat down, straddling my eager prick. Her hot
bitch felt like fire, as it gradually emersed all of me. Upon
swallowing my penis whole, she resumed her before hip action mechanism,
yanking my cock every which way in the mental process. As she bucked,
her fabulous, firm breasts swayed and bounced in meter with her
hips. I could palpate my rip pressure rise, as she lowered her
body to mine, and she instinctively knew that I was near orgasm,
as she again quickened the pace.
riding at a violent step now, she dug her digit into my back, as
I continued to repel my hammer deep within her. Our by now sweat-
soaked eubstance slid against each other smoothly until I could go for
my cum no longer. Simultaneously, her legs quaked and shivered as
she let out another orgasmic scream. She continued to lay on top
of me, as we kissed and fondled each other, for the rest of the
dark. We have shared similar sessions together since then, but I
will never draw a blank the showtime night I spent with mom .