Ever since my betimes teenage age when i started to understand the deviation between a boy and girlfriend i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my attention, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the sense of taboo of being with an older adult female coupled with that same fair sex being the most important person in my life sentence.

My mother is not a first-rate mannequin, virtually hoi polloi would n't winkle twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very piffling she could do wrong in my eyes. She was of average out height, blonde hair that sat around her shoulder brand, culture medium frame and average breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ year old mother would trim and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

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

As a young adolescent livelihood at home I remember diving through the ill-gotten laundry trying to find mums bra and scanty to hide away in my room for a few days before i 'd recall them hoping to avert misgiving. 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 white meat. I remember returning to my room one day and my current cache of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my female parent never said a thing.

I never acted on my tactual sensation as i was certain my mother did n't finger the same way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or effect the human relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the opinion something could ever happen, i moved out, got married and started a family of my own.

Now i am 30 class old and my mother is approaching her 60th Birthday but i never grew out of the taboo illusion 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 female parent and father had started a little overhaul undertaking to restrain themselves occupy in the early age of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a week in township and left mum at abode tinkering away at odd business. One good afternoon i popped in to see the onward motion of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the table trying to stain the table legs. When she saw me enter the door she slowly rolled out from under the table and gradually stretch up, clearly in some pain. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

After she explained her undertaking, and promised she felt all right i suggested she book herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't care about me ''.

I jokingly said `` Well at to the lowest degree let me throw you a lilliputian massage so you can stand up straight ''.

To which her reception was `` Ok, I guess i deserve a little good luck ''.

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll bump some moisturiser, i also suggested she should take her top off to nullify getting blot on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying face down on the sheets in just her underdrawers and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising pick in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubberise her back and shoulders. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my mind and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my handwriting as low on her back as i could and made sure i was making slew of contact with the position of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt great and asked if i could rub her calfskin aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my endeavour on the her humbled legs, admiring the slight perspective of her ass through her tightly fitting blue jean drawers. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper area of her leg where her short circuit finished. I could only slue the very ends of my fingers under her shorts but no farther before the cloth hindered progress. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my female parent calves.

'' No wait, that felt bang-up, give me a second base '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her shorts before assuming her placement on the bed again. `` Please massage my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in nil but her underwear i obliged and massaged her upper leg, leaning into it more than and Thomas More just as an excuse to get my fount closer to her ass. As i neared the base of operations of her ass i made the conclusion to casually massage continuously back to her lower back to judge her chemical reaction. To my surprise my mother didnt flinch, nor commentary about my brief encouter with her ass brass. I continued to bulk large around her lower vertebral column before skipping across back to the upper part of her legs.

It was here i got the inaugural indicant of my aliveness that my mother may be thinking the same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her pegleg providing a little more access. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist full moon of she sheets in the process too.

I clumsily let my finger catch the outside of her scanty on a cheeky separatrix and noticed a flimsy wince from my mother, but still no comment, or request to give up. One Sir Thomas More accidently contact with her pantie and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to barricade me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my female parent 's downcast back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the upper 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 clip a minuscule lower, and moved my hands up inside her panties on to her ass cheeks, trying to stool my purpose clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her step-in down off her ass and kiss her right cheek. From here i could smell a odor i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could remember from her dirty laundry all those years ago.

With her panties now around her second joint she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with deliberate strait over the lips of her now exposed pussy. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her panties and presented herself on her back, genu bent and legs spread.

Neither of us were saying anything at this present moment, rather the lustfulness of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mother pussy in a office i could previously only aspiration of.

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

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of course our orphic, but we dont talk about it nor notice it. Whilst i hope every day it will materialize again i am very thankful it happened at all .