My hands were resting on my mother's naked shoulder. In some ways it was dainty to experience her being penny-pinching, but I was still trying to getting used to this kind of closeness. about of the time I was trying to keep my eyes closed and breathe calmly in and out, an occasionally I looked out of the window to my leftfield. It was a perfectly normal afternoon outside, the sun was shining and I actually think even a bird was singing.

"Not quite yet, mom,"I eventually had to sigh. I felt the tender sass moving for a while longer until mom knew she had to contribute up for now. My mother was naked and on her stifle in figurehead of the bed between my stage. Mom had short black hair and her breasts were small and flat, although the nipples were prominent, and around her neck she was wearing a silvery pendant which my sister had given her on Christmas Day. I tried to avoid looking at the dark bush between her leg, but often I found my eyes drifting towards it before I quickly turned to look away.

Mom was looking at me. She had an advance look in her gray optic, and she was pouting her lips as she said :"It's not as hard as you think. Try to relax and think pretty thoughts, perhaps of some of those miss you like."

"Yeah, I know,"was all I could say.

"Are you okay ? I'll try it again,"mom asked, turning her headway from side to side.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,"I assured her.

Mom reached for her lip ointment and rubbed some on her lips to help them glide ameliorate, since she knew she would have to keep going for a patch. Then she changed her perspective a bit and leaned forward. I felt how her lips were adjusting for the in good order total of wry face at the tip of the phallus and how they then started their slide down the shaft. Soon her head was bouncing again.

I'd had a girlfriend for years, Jennie. The daughter following door. We had been dating as long as we had known what that meant. Until a few months ago, when she had decided she had a crush on the other guy next doorway, Johnny the football jock.

Mom hadn't wanted to see me be so sad. She had said it was important I'd have at least one experience like this when I was still 18, and that was why her caput was now bouncing. Her lips were soft, slippery and attentive, and the rhythm of her head teacher was unshakable and constant. If only I could consume forgotten it was mom who was on her human knee there. I tried to think about Jennie and her pretty backtalk, but that wasn't a honorable estimation either. It felt more comforting to hold my paw on mother's berm and feel her close.

There was an art print on the wall. Mom had put it there, I didn't particularly care what was on the wall of my room. It showed a pot full phase of the moon of colored heyday. I saw my mother's head moving at the edge of my visual sense as I was looking at it, and I could feel the patient and constant pumping motion of her lips around the putz. The chalk of the soma showed a reflection of my mother's naked ass and I could see her black-haired top dog bobbing there too. It resembled some kind of a black-and-white French art picture, the form my sister liked to watch.

"Nnh ..."I groaned, and mom immediately started going faster, but I had to tinct her shoulder and say :"Wait, mom, hold ..."

"What is it ?"she wondered and started applying the lip balm again.

I wasn't surely myself, but tried to excuse my spirit to her the near I could :"I ... don't know. I just wasn't ready. Not yet."

"Oh ?"mom said, pursing her lips."It's all right field. I can keep on going as long as demand be."

"I know, mom,"I said. I was achingly rock hard from the constant flap of back talk on my shaft, that wasn't the problem.

I could finger my female parent's warm saliva dribbling down the underside and then stopping to stay in the shrubby hair's-breadth of my balls."okey, I'm set up,"I said when I felt the tingly feeling of that drop going down, and mom touched her lips with her fingers to attain certainly the unction had made them smooth and slippery.

Now mom started deadening, but I could palpate her tongue being more active, rapidly moving from side of meat to side and occasionally thrusting out with the question of her head teacher. She was no doubt hoping this would do the trick, but she knew as well as I did we were mostly dealing with psychological matter here.

Mom had to stop over when she started getting tired."Don't concern about it. It's going to befall,"she said encouragingly. She got up, and my attention was instinctively directed at the dark bush between her ramification, but I quickly glanced away. She went to acquire a blanket and she set it on the storey so it would be gentle on her knees. She also applied some more lip balm, for that soft touch and coast which were so important. Her mamilla were big even if her knocker weren't, and the silver pendant shining between them gave me hope for the future.

"Okay, let's try again. Are you ready ?"mom asked.

"Yeah,"I said, but after a piece it was apparent this would still take a few more attempt, so I was glad mom had put down the blanket to protect her knees.

The fifth endeavor after the shift was going on when I noticed my clump had started to feel really warm. I moved my leg further apart and shifted my hips a fiddling. I felt mom immediately accelerating the stride when she noticed I was starting to become responsive.

I was so close now, and mom's caput was bobbing in a quickening tempo. Suddenly my balls begun to throb powerfully and I shouted :"Mom, oh G- Nn-nnh !"as my toes curled violently. That was also the kickoff time I touched her hairsbreadth. It was a purely natural matter to make sure enough her sassing weren't going anywhere.

The vile squirt caught mom by surprise after such a foresightful time of trying. She gagged and struggled audibly with the goo in her oral fissure, but she managed to hale it down. After the electrical shock of the initial ejaculation her head swiftly resumed its rhythmical bouncing motion. Her lips were stroking me effectively, with a firm by soft hold around the shaft, while my testicle kept throbbing and firing.

"Nnghh ! Nn-nnh !"I grunted deep. The spurt were cogent and powerful, but a mother just can't spit her kid's semen away, so my mother's throat was constantly working while her lips took concern of the stroking. Seeing this such natural and parental instincts in action filled me with warmth and kept my balls pulsating.

It was then when I truly understood the relationship between a female parent and her child, and what made mom different from any female child, even mortal like Jennie. A fry's balls and his mother's throat throbbing in unison was a beautiful and peaceful moment which would be unsufferable to double in any other kind of a relationship.

It felt like I shot at least three or four time as much as I ever had when using my own hand. Mom's header was still bouncing, she was making sure my globe were completely empty. It was a nice gesture, and I could revalue it. She was looking at me while her pouty rim were pumping up and down the length of the gibe. Looking mom in the eyes made my glob instinctively throb hard and burn respective more spurts into her sassing, but she didn't mind. I saw question in her pharynx, and she her sassing kept moving.

I was feeling warm and blushed all over when it was finally over. The ache was gone and it had turned into fatigue, but also into a feeling of pleasant calm. Mom didn't have to ask if this had worked as well as she had thought it would. The load I had shot had answered that question conclusively.

Finally when there was no more sperm to shoot I could only softly caress my mother's short shameful hair and whisper to her with a voice to the full of idolization :"I can't believe you swallowed my balls dry, mom."

Mom blinked her Robert Gray oculus and responded :"That's such a sweet matter to say to your own mother. Thanks, kiddo."

When she got up, my eyes lingered on her dark bush again, but I don't think she noticed. I don't know why I kept eyeing her ass when she walked to my desk, either. It shouldn't really have been that captivating.

Suddenly mom threw something at me."Whoa !"I protested, barely managing to catch the folder full of composition she had tossed to me.

"Now get to working on that display you're been slacking off with, before your professor gets mad,"mom said. She had again put on the oversized jumper she had been wearing, so my attention was now drawn to her serious looking eyes. She could be stern when she wanted to, even if I had tried to say I was officially an adult now.

Yet she was ripe, of course. My futurity was important. I put the folder beside me on the bed and started getting dressed. I was already behind on my work, so I had a lot to do tonight.

I got that presentation done with gamey marks, and it was seven twenty-four hours later when I was attentively watching that black bush again. Mom was riding me, and the apparent movement of her hips was mesmeric. Her nipples were pointy, and the silver pendant around her neck was bouncing up and down between her small flat breasts.

My hands were caressing her rose hip, and I was trying to make a motion my own in unison with hers even if my lack of experience was showing. I was rock hard and I could sense the hairs of my mother's bush around my shaft as she rode me. It was so affectionate and unbelievable in there I could only wonder and breathe oceanic abyss, my middle staying locked on that drear bush.

Mom took my hands into her own and said :"How do you find about changing the spatial relation ? I think it'd be in effect if you shoot it in yourself."

"Okay,"I said, although I can't make-believe I wasn't feeling nervous.

"missionary or doggy ?"mom asked.

"What ?"I wondered. I knew what she had meant, of course, but it was still Weird hearing things like that from your own mom.

"Which post you want to try, dummy up ?"she said, waving her hands in pretend frustration.

I eyes got big and I bit my lip."Uh ... I don't know ..."I stuttered.

"O.K.,"mom said and shrugged. She got up and then said :"Move behind me,"and leaned over.

I did as she had said and moved closer, watching carefully where my stage should be going. I sorted them out and attempted a penetration. One of my manpower was on my mother's hip and the other was holding my hard penis. I felt mom's warm George Walker Bush against it as I was nearing the possible action of the vagina.

"Yes, that's it,"mom said when I slipped in easily and naturally, like you can only do with your own mother. My hips started thrusting almost on their own accord, first gently and then harder.

"commodity,"mom said when she felt me slamming surd against her rose hip, my globe feeling safe in her iniquity, warm bush.

I was doing long hard thrusts, pulling almost out and then thrusting all the way in and back to that fellow and safe position. A female parent's vagina is naturally perfect for her own child. I had understood that much, and when I started to increase the gait and breathe heavily I knew it was the soon the metre to go all the way.

"My Lucille Ball feel so fond,"I softly whispered to my mother.

"Shoot it deep, that's what a woman's womb is for,"mom responded with a soft and calming voice.

"Are we going to accept a baby, mom ?"I asked for the final substantiation, biting my lip as I said it out loud.

"Yes ! Oh God, yes !"mom whispered, and I could feel warm shivers around me.

Having received her, I moved my peg a bit further apart to release some of the tension, and started thrusting faster into the shivering hirsute warmth of my female parent's vagina."H-here it comes,"I sighed at the last moment.

"Yes, yes, yes !"my female parent whimpered, and I was the only one who could hear her during this night which would keep our secret.

I rammed hard in, feeling herculean shudder of my mother's vagina around me and her bush against my bollock as I fired the first of many long spurts to follow into the womb which had carried me into this world, spewing fertile sperm-filled goo all over its walls.

I thrust just as hard with every spurt, and my mother's hard orgasm and loud moaning told me how much she really wanted to carry her own child's child.

Finally I reached under mom and laid my hand on her womb. I gently caressed it for a while until I slowly pulled out. I hoped we had succeeded, even if we could always try again. It just felt right that it should happen right now.

I know mom was feeling the same way as I did. She turned and sat on her knees, facing me."well done,"she said with a smile on her mouth and a lovesome gaze in her grayish eyes.

"You were a great lay, mom,"I complimented my mother.

"Oh, thank you ! What a prissy thing to say !"mom said and hugged me emotionally. I responded to her affections, and we stayed there cuddling for a patch. It wasn't a good idea to sleep together, since neither of us was quite sure when my sister would be coming home. Sadly we had to only contribution a few brightness buss and then mom left me.

Still, it was easy to fall asleep with these odoriferous dreams fresh in my nous .