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

I went to bed other that nighttime which I generally did with the design of having a farsighted read. I devoured books at a pace of knots so was always in the library looking for more science fable. A couple of minute immersed in a write up and I would snooze off as sluttish as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Lapplander railway line over and over as my concentration was way off. So, I gave in, put down the book and tried to go to kip. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my early, vernal sister had long gone off to sleep in their own room. My mind raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the lounge door opened, I heard my mother climbing the step to bed and the door closing as she went into her room. slumber still eluded me. The house was quietly, but after a few minutes I could just take heed the sound of my mum crying ; a audio just on the border of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to slumber. So I got up.

The only bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always subject. I passed the girl's elbow room and could see they were both loyal asleep. I stopped with my mitt on the grip of my female parent's room, paused, took a bass breath and went in. The shout 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 suddenly interruption as she considered the request. As Thomas Kid you are always trying to kip with your parents and have no estimate why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the gentle 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 sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my female parent 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 show that it was appreciated but this had the issue of placing my hired hand on her breast. I still do not know if this was accident or intention but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A real live female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt diffused under my deal which I did not defy move in case the accident was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warm bit of feminine figure. 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

trouble is, of course, not just the brain reacts and I felt my tool fare erect and slip its way out of my pyjamas and poke my mother in the nether regions. Now I became embarrassed, my mind was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same condition - naught.

My mother made the future motion, she moved her mitt from where it was grasping my articulatio radiocarpea and covered my paw, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her nipple was under my fingers then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my deal and that little bud grew bombastic so I rubbed it feeling the rigourousness of it surrounded by the womanishness of her breast. Not for one minute had I, up to that point entertained any sexual feelings towards my mother, but that changed in an heartbeat so I planted a kiss on the back of her neck opening. She arched and her consistence moved future to mine. This had the dual burden of rubbing my cock and making her breast relocation under my deal.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the arch of her hips pausing a moment to feel there - no knickers ! Such joy. But I had other pattern for the salute. I had only felt her bosom whilst it was covered by the cotton wool fabric of her robe and I was determined to palpate this tit for substantial. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck opening which she obligingly lifted to allow me to do so. Now I could put this handwriting inside the neck of her dressing gown and onto her breast for tangible. I felt both one after the early the new hotshot making my peter strain.

I had guessed that she could palpate it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my member. Her hired hand went up and down the ray a twain of times and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my seed onto her backbone. The hot liquid soaked into the cloth of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't clothing 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 dick which was still vertical."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got hold of my hand and put it between her legs. I did not give the faintest 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 fissure then brought her hands back to my phallus, rubbing it gently just enough to see to it it stayed erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her pussy lips. It felt honorable to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got delay of my hand, pushed my fingerbreadth into her vagina and continued her ministrations on my putz. So this was a puss ? Wow, a whole serial of new sensations in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 fingers in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet hole. indulgent sighs escaped from her lips as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her paw from my cock and under my side to promote me to get on top of her. I needed no 2d bidding and climbed between her stage my coat of arms at full stretchability so I could see her tits, full-of-the-moon and lolling off to the side of her body. Gently she grasped my cock and guided it into her when I felt the passion and grip of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic jabbing to motivate my tool in and out of her cunt. The feeling 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 female parent had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in short pants. I could feel my consistence temperature rise as I neared a climax, at the Lapp time my mother's external respiration became more ragged and I felt the muscularity of her snatch declaration and she began to crap flaccid sob noises. My penis seemed to grow even harder and, which my female parent holding me fast in her cunt, my turncock throbbed and began to inject its loading into her tender cunt. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her cunt and laid down beside her, resting my head on her sonant tits.

That was the kickoff of a long night. Three more times my cock came raise and I was happy to fuck her and follow my earlier cargo of semen with even more. In the other time of day she woke me, put on her nightdress and offer me go back to my own room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to schooling. The girls always left inaugural, their school being a little farther than mine and their start time 15 proceedings earlier. They would stay to school dejeuner but I came home to eat. I hated school meal. Mum waved them goodbye from the straw man door, walked into the lounge, put her helping hand 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 skirt and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no s bidding, dropped trouser and underpants my cock springing erect and ready. A few thrusts and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My founding father returned the future day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to remark that her exploit were worse and illegal to bring up. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanor. My father must have put this John L. H. Down to his return because I am certain he suspected goose egg, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's tits, rear end and legs at every opportunity ; if the family were present it would calculate like a casual accident. And we fucked all the time. After the miss had gone off to school and lunchtimes were the outdo opportunity. My mother taught me French kissing and I learned to lick and savor the taste of her cunt. She would bathe just before I was due home plate for the lunch period shag session and I would receive her line up just in a towel.

If the above led you to think that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be awry, she was short, fairly over-weight and although only in her late 30s had quite saggy knocker which I came to love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birthing of my second sis so there was never any danger of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more natural than for a son to visit 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 miss their virginity to their mum