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. devote him a couplet of days and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that Night which I generally did with the purpose of having a longsighted read. I devoured Holy Writ at a rate of knots so was always in the library looking for More science fiction. A couple of hours immersed in a chronicle and I would snooze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the same line of merchandise over and over as my concentration was way off. So, I gave in, put down the book and tried to go to sleep. My female parent I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, younger sisters had long gone off to sleep in their own elbow room. My judgement raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the speech sound from the TV stopped, the lounge door opened, I heard my mother climbing the steps to bed and the door shutting as she went into her way. nap still eluded me. The menage was quiet down, but after a few minutes I could just discover the sound of my mum crying ; a sound just on the edge of my inclusion. Now my skunk were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The only bedroom doorway that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always open. I passed the girl's way and could see they were both degenerate asleep. I stopped with my bridge player on the handle of my mother's way, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The weeping stopped immediately.

"What's the topic ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

I heard her suspire"No, neither can I."

"Can I come in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a short pause as she considered the request. As Thomas Kyd you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the gentle reply.

I lifted the blanket, 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 catch some Z's. No such lot 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 postponement of my arm to demo that it was appreciated but this had the issue of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not know if this was accident or design but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A veridical live female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt gentle under my hand which I did not dare relocation in case the chance event was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warm bit of feminine shape. Did not weigh that it belonged to my female parent, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still feel it

Trouble is, of course, not just the encephalon reacts and I felt my stopcock come erect and steal its way out of my pj's and poke my mother in the nether regions. Now I became embarrassed, my psyche was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same circumstances - aught.

My mother made the next relocation, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my carpus and covered my bridge player, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her nipple was under my fingers then she let go. heaven ! I moved my hand and that piffling bud grew bombastic so I rubbed it feeling the callosity of it surrounded by the sissiness of her breast. Not for one minute had I, up to that point entertained any sexual touch sensation towards my mother, but that changed in an flash so I planted a kiss on the rachis of her neck. She arched and her body moved next to mine. This had the twofold force of rubbing my cock and making her breast move under my hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the archway of her hip joint pausing a import to sense there - no knickers ! Such joy. But I had early design for the present. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton fabric of her nightdress and I was determined to feel this tit for substantial. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her cervix which she obligingly lifted to allow me to do so. Now I could put this manus inside the neck of her dressing gown and onto her breast for real. I felt both one after the other the new genius making my hammer strain.

I had guessed that she could finger it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her handwriting went up and down the irradiation a duad of sentence and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my semen onto her backrest. The hot liquid soaked into the fabric of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't wear 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 tumid."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got clutch of my hired man and put it between her pegleg. I did not have the faint-hearted idea 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 crack then brought her hands back to my penis, rubbing it gently just enough to check it stayed erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her cunt lip. It felt good to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got hold of my hand, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her ministrations on my cock. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a whole serial publication of new hotshot in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger's breadth in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet hole. delicate suspiration escaped from her lips as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her paw from my stopcock and under my side to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no second command and climbed between her leg my weapon at full stretch so I could see her tits, full and lolling off to the English of her eubstance. Gently she grasped my cock and guided it into her when I felt the lovingness and handle of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic thrusts to move my dick in and out of her slit. The feeling was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my female parent. Didn't seem to count, 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 drawers. I could sense my eubstance temperature hike as I neared a coming, at the Sami time my mother's breathing became more chew up and I felt the muscles of her cunt contract and she began to make diffuse sobbing racket. My penis seemed to grow even harder and, which my female parent holding me pissed in her cunt, my cock throbbed and began to come in its load into her fond bitch. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her twat and laid down beside her, resting my principal on her soft tits.

That was the starting time of a yearn night. Three more multiplication my cock came set up and I was glad to fuck her and accompany my other load of seed with even more. In the betimes hours she woke me, put on her nightdress and bid me go back to my own room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in rescript to go to school. The female child always left first, their school day being a little boost than mine and their get-go time 15 minutes earlier. They would stay to school lunch but I came home to eat. I hated shoal meal. Mum waved them bye-bye from the front door, walked into the sofa, put her hands 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 endorsement bid, dropped trousers and underpants my shaft springing erect and make. A few thrusts and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My father returned the next day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to note that her feat were uncollectible and illegal to bring up. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanour. My Church Father must give put this down to his return because I am sure he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's mamilla, arse and ramification at every opportunity ; if the family were present it would look like a casual accident. And we fucked all the prison term. After the miss had gone off to school day and lunch period were the substantially opportunities. My mother taught me French kissing and I learned to thrash and love the taste of her twat. She would bath just before I was due plate for the lunchtime shag session and I would find her dress just in a towel.

If the above led you to believe that my mum was a reduce corker, you'd be wrong, she was short, fairly over-weight and although only in her later 30s had quite saggy tits which I came to jazz. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the parentage of my second sister so there was never any danger of creation. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working sack and what was more natural than for a son to bring down his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and regain the lost electric discharge by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some age.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum