Ever since my early on teenage years when i started to understand the difference between a boy and lady friend i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my tending, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the sense of taboo of being with an sometime womanhood coupled with that same char being the most important person in my spirit.

My mother is not a super model, about people would n't blink twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very little she could do wrong in my eye. She was of average pinnacle, blonde hair that sat around her shoulder brand, medium build and average knocker. She dressed the way any 40+ year old mother would dress and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

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

As a young teenager living at domicile I remember diving through the dirty wash trying to find Chrysanthemum morifolium bras and panties to hide away in my room for a few sidereal day before i 'd retrovert them hoping to avoid suspicion. I didnt really know what to do with them in my possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her breast. I remember returning to my way one day and my electric current cache of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my female parent never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my female parent did n't feel the Same way, nor did i want to tanish the family relationship i had with her, or core the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever pass, i moved out, got get hitched with and started a family of my own.

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

My mother and father had started a piddling renovation projection to go on themselves busy in the ahead of time years of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 daylight a week in townsfolk and left mum at rest home tinkering away at odd jobs. One afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the tabular array trying to stain the table legs. When she saw me enter the door she slowly rolled out from under the board and gradually dilute 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 Koran herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` wellspring at least let me give you a little massage so you can stick out up straight ''.

To which her answer was `` Ok, I guess i deserve a little breach ''.

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll get hold some moisturiser, i also suggested she should read her top off to deflect getting discolouration on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the elbow room my female parent was laying face down on the sheets in just her short and a bra. I proceeded to warm up the moisturising emollient in my hands before straddling my female parent and gently rubberize her back and shoulder. Although when i started this labor i was n't even considering my fancy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my judgment and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my manus as low on her dorsum as i could and made for certain i was making raft of contact with the sides of her bra.

After a trivial while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt great and asked if i could rub her calves aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my cause on the her lower peg, admiring the slight aspect of her ass through her tightly fitting jean shorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her knee and onto the upper berth arena of her stage where her short circuit finished. I could only slew the very ends of my fingerbreadth under her underdrawers but no encourage before the stuff hindered progress. I started to crawfish and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No time lag, that felt keen, hand me a secondment '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her underdrawers before assuming her position on the bed again. `` Please massage my quadruplet too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in cypher but her underwear i obliged and massaged her upper leg, leaning into it Thomas More and Thomas More just as an self-justification to get my face finisher to her ass. As i neared the al-Qa'ida of her ass i made the conclusion to casually rub down continuously back to her scurvy rachis to label her response. To my surprisal my mother didnt flinch, nor comment about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to hover around her gloomy rachis before skipping across back to the upper office of her legs.

It was here i got the first indication of my life that my mother may be thinking the Same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her legs providing a slight more approach. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a clenched fist wide of she sheets in the process too.

I clumsily let my finger catch the exterior of her panties on a brash stroke and noticed a rebuff flinch from my female parent, but still no comment, or request to blockade. One more accidently contact with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to stop me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my female parent 's low-spirited back whilst my mitt were planted heavily on the upper berth part of her legs. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to roll over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this time a little lower, and moved my hands up inside her panties on to her ass cheeks, trying to make my aim clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly extract her panties down off her ass and kiss her rightfulness cheek. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could think from her dirty laundry all those years ago.

With her pantie now around her second joint she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with moot passes over the back talk of her now exposed snatch. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her step-in and presented herself on her back, knees bent grass and pegleg cattle ranch.

Neither of us were saying anything at this moment, rather the lust of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mothers pussy in a site i could previously only dream of.

I 'm not sure why but we did n't do anything Thomas More than me enjoying my mother, after a few call of excitement from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no awkward intuitive feeling, just my mother and i held in a close embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her clothes back on, offered to shit a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my female parent has n't changed, it is of course our unavowed, but we dont talk about it nor know it. Whilst i hope every day it will happen again i am very thankful it happened at all .