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 gruelling. reach him a mates of solar day and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that night which I generally did with the intent of having a tenacious read. I devoured books at a charge per unit of knots so was always in the depository library looking for Thomas More science fiction. A couplet of minute immersed in a story and I would snooze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Saami dividing line over and over as my concentration was way off. So, I gave in, put down the rule book and tried to go to sleep. My female parent I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, unseasoned babe had long gone off to sleep in their own room. My mind raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the waiting area door opened, I heard my female parent climbing the stair to bed and the door close as she went into her elbow room. eternal rest still eluded me. The star sign was quiesce, but after a few minute of arc I could just hear the sound of my mum cry ; a sound just on the edge of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to log Z's. So I got up.

The only bedroom room access that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always assailable. I passed the young woman's way and could see they were both profligate asleep. I stopped with my script on the handle of my female parent's room, paused, took a bass intimation and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the topic ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

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

"Can I get along in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a shortsighted break as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no melodic theme why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the gentle reply.

I lifted the mantle, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the dark, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to catch some Z's. 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 solace her. She took hold of my arm to show that it was appreciated but this had the effect of placing my hand on her bosom. I still do not know if this was accident or pattern but I stopped breathing for a mo. A female tit. A rattling live female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt soft under my hand which I did not dare move in case the stroke was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warm bit of feminine figure. Did not weigh that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still find it

Trouble is, of course, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock come erect and steal its way out of my jammies and poke my mother in the chthonian area. Now I became embarrassed, my mind was racing and was not certainly what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same circumstances - nothing.

My female parent made the next move, she moved her bridge player from where it was grasping my articulatio radiocarpea and covered my hand, pressing it to her bosom, moving it so her tit was under my fingers 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 womanishness of her breast. Not for one minute had I, up to that degree entertained any intimate opinion towards my mother, but that changed in an second so I planted a osculation on the spine of her neck opening. She arched and her body moved adjacent to mine. This had the dual result of rubbing my turncock and making her breast move under my helping hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the arch of her hips pausing a moment to feel there - no drawers ! Such joy. But I had other designs for the present. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton wool fabric of her night-robe and I was determined to feel this tit for real. My early arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to set aside me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck opening of her dressing gown and onto her knocker for genuine. I felt both one after the former the new esthesis making my cock melodic line.

I had guessed that she could experience it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her hand went up and down the diaphysis a duet of fourth dimension and without any method acting that was available to me, I came spurting my cum onto her back. The hot liquidity soaked into the material of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her principal then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hand on my cock which was still erect."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got detention of my hand and put it between her legs. I did not cause 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 pass then brought her hands back to my member, rubbing it gently just enough to ensure it stayed erect.

I took the tinge and continued to rub up and down her cunt lips. It felt just to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got clutch of my helping hand, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her ministrations on my stopcock. So this was a twat ? Wow, a whole serial of new sensation in a few hour. I soon found I could easily get 2 fingers in her and enjoyed the spirit of that warm and wet hole. sonant suspiration escaped from her brim as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her helping hand from my cock and under my side to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no secondment bidding and climbed between her legs my arms at full moon stretch so I could see her teat, full and lolling off to the side of her body. Gently she grasped my prick and guided it into her when I felt the warmth and grip of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic thrusts to move my cock in and out of her slit. The feeling was arresting ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my female parent. Didn't seem to matter, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her men on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in scant drawers. I could sense my organic structure temperature rise as I neared a climax, at the same time my mother's breathing became more jaw and I felt the muscles of her slit contract and she began to take a shit soft sobbing noises. My phallus seemed to grow even harder and, which my female parent holding me smashed in her cunt, my cock throbbed and began to put in its load into her warm cunt. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her cunt and laid down beside her, resting my psyche on her indulgent tits.

That was the beginning of a farsighted Nox. Three Thomas More times my cock came tumid and I was happy to make love her and follow my former load of semen with even more. In the other hours she woke me, put on her nightdress and offer me go back to my own room till the morning time.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in Holy Order to go to schooling. The girls always left first, their school being a little far than mine and their scratch line time 15 second earlier. They would stay to school tiffin but I came dwelling house to eat. I hated shoal meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front door, walked into the waiting room, put her hands up her skirt and slid her drawers to the floor.

"One more before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the board lifting her doll and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second bidding, dropped trousers and underpants my cock springing erect and gear up. A few stab and I had put another lot of seed into her.

My father returned the next day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her exploit were worsened and illegal to boot. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanour. My father must own put this pile to his return because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my female parent's tits, bunghole and legs at every opportunity ; if the class were present it would attend like a casual chance event. And we fucked all the time. After the little girl had gone off to shoal and lunchtime were the full chance. My mother taught me Gallic hugging and I learned to lap and revel the penchant of her snatch. She would bathe just before I was due menage for the lunch period fuck session and I would regain her lop just in a towel.

If the above led you to conceive that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be awry, she was myopic, fairly over-weight and although only in her recently 30s had quite saggy mamilla which I came to roll in the hay. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birthing of my moment sister so there was never any peril of construct. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more natural than for a son to confab 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 eld.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum