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 harder. Give him a match of mean solar day and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that nighttime which I generally did with the design of having a long read. I devoured Word of God at a rate of knots so was always in the depository library looking for Sir Thomas More scientific discipline fiction. A couplet of hours immersed in a story and I would doze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Lapp tune over and over as my assiduousness was way off. So, I gave in, put down the script and tried to go to kip. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, young sisters had long gone off to log Z's in their own room. My intellect raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the couch room access opened, I heard my mother climbing the stair to bed and the door closing as she went into her room. rest still eluded me. The house was smooth, but after a few transactions I could just hear the sound of my mum crying ; a speech sound just on the edge of my inclusion. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The only bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always capable. I passed the girl's room and could see they were both quick asleep. I stopped with my helping hand on the handle of my mother's room, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The cry 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 short-circuit intermission as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no estimation 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 shadow, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to kip. No such fate 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 comfort her. She took hold of my arm to bear witness that it was appreciated but this had the outcome of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not recognise if this was stroke or figure but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A very populate female person tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt flaccid under my handwriting which I did not presume relocation in cause the fortuity was discovered and my script was removed from this bit of warm bit of feminine flesh. Did not matter that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightdress but I could still find it

trouble is, of course, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock come erect and slip its way out of my pyjamas and intrude my mother in the nether part. Now I became chagrined, my judgement was racing and was not indisputable what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the Saame circumstances - nothing.

My female parent made the next move, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my articulatio radiocarpea and covered my hand, pressing it to her tit, moving it so her nipple was under my finger then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my hand and that little bud grew larger so I rubbed it feeling the hardness of it surrounded by the softness of her chest. Not for one bit had I, up to that point entertained any sexual feelings towards my female parent, but that changed in an instant so I planted a osculation on the back of her cervix. She arched and her physical structure moved succeeding to mine. This had the twofold effect of rubbing my cock and making her breast relocation under my manus.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her slope over the arch of her rose hip pausing a moment to feel there - no breeches ! Such joy. But I had other designing for the pose. I had only felt her white meat whilst it was covered by the cotton fabric of her nightgown and I was determined to feel this tit for really. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to reserve me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the cervix of her dressing scrubs and onto her boob for real. I felt both one after the early the new sensations making my hammer strain.

I had guessed that she could feel it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her handwriting went up and down the rotating shaft a span of times and without any method acting that was useable to me, I came spurting my semen onto her backrest. The hot liquidness soaked into the fabric of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't wearable 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 set up."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got custody of my hand and put it between her stage. I did not have the faintest melodic theme what to do which was obvious so she took my exponent finger, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist crack then brought her hands back to my phallus, rubbing it gently just enough to ensure it delay erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her cunt brim. It felt good to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got clutches of my script, pushed my finger's breadth into her vagina and continued her ministration on my cock. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a wholly series of new sensations in a few second. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger in her and enjoyed the flavour of that warm and wet trap. delicate sigh escaped from her lips as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my cock and under my slope to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no secondment command and climbed between her legs my arm at wide-cut stretchability so I could see her breast, full-of-the-moon and lolling off to the side of her body. Gently she grasped my shaft and guided it into her when I felt the warmth and grip of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic stab to move my shaft in and out of her cunt. The feeling was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my mother. Didn't seem to count, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in shortsighted pants. I could experience my body temperature rising as I neared a climax, at the same sentence my female parent's breathing became more ragged and I felt the muscles of her cunt contract and she began to wee easygoing sobbing noises. My phallus seemed to maturate even harder and, which my mother holding me squiffy in her cunt, my rooster throbbed and began to inject its load into her strong pussy. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her puss and laid down beside her, resting my head on her sonant tits.

That was the beginning of a yearn night. Three more fourth dimension my pecker came erect and I was happy to eff her and comply my earlier load of semen with even more. In the early hours she woke me, put on her night-robe and offer me go back to my own room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in fiat to go to school. The missy always left first, their schoolhouse being a little far than mine and their start time 15 minutes earlier. They would ride out to school lunch but I came home to eat. I hated school meals. Mum waved them goodby from the front door, walked into the lounge, put her men 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 annulus and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second gear bid, dropped trousers and underpants my turncock springing erect and ready. A few thrusts and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My father returned the next day and, my female parent forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her effort were bad and illegal to bring up. But our kinship had changed along with her demeanour. My Father must take in put this down to his homecoming because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's tits, keister and legs at every chance ; if the family were gift it would look like a casual chance event. And we fucked all the time. After the little girl had gone off to school and lunchtimes were the best chance. My female parent taught me French caressing and I learned to clobber and enjoy the taste of her cunt. She would bathe just before I was due home for the lunchtime fuck school term and I would get hold her enclothe just in a towel.

If the above led you to conceive that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be incorrect, she was short, fairly over-weight and although only in her deep 30s had quite saggy mammilla which I came to bonk. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my second sister so there was never any danger of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working work shift and what was more than raw than for a son to shoot the breeze 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 old age.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum