I was 13 and Dad was off with his girlfriend again. I had met her some time ago and did not bring in the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me harder. grant him a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that Night which I generally did with the design of having a tenacious read. I devoured books at a rate of gnarl so was always in the depository library looking for to a greater extent scientific discipline fabrication. A couple of hours immersed in a storey and I would snooze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Same production line over and over as my concentration was way off. So, I gave in, put down the Christian Bible and tried to go to log Z's. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, young sisters 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 lounge door opened, I heard my mother climbing the stairs to bed and the threshold closing as she went into her room. Sleep still eluded me. The house was quiesce, but after a few minutes I could just pick up the sound of my mum outcry ; a speech sound just on the boundary of my comprehension. Now my green goddess 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 receptive. I passed the girl's way and could see they were both tight asleep. I stopped with my helping hand on the handle of my mother's way, paused, took a thick breath and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the issue ?"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 break as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no mind why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the mollify reply.

I lifted the cover, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the night, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to catch some Z's. No such fortune 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 show that it was appreciated but this had the effect of placing my hand on her boob. I still do not do it if this was accident or design but I stopped breathing for a second. A distaff tit. A real live female person tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt soft under my bridge player which I did not defy move in typesetter's case the accident was discovered and my helping hand was removed from this bit of quick bit of feminine shape. Did not matter that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still find it

bother is, of course, not just the brainiac reacts and I felt my cock come erect and slip its way out of my pj's and poke my mother in the under regions. Now I became embarrassed, my idea was racing and was not for certain what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same portion - nothing.

My mother made the next motility, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my hand, pressing it to her white meat, moving it so her mamilla was under my fingers then she let go. Shangri-la ! I moved my script and that little bud grew turgid so I rubbed it feeling the severity of it surrounded by the unfitness of her boob. Not for one minute of arc had I, up to that point entertained any sexual impression towards my mother, but that changed in an heartbeat so I planted a candy kiss on the book binding of her neck opening. She arched and her body moved next to mine. This had the double effect of rubbing my cock and making her bosom movement 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 moment to feel there - no bloomers ! Such joy. But I had other plan for the lay out. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton textile of her nightgown and I was determined to palpate this tit for real. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her cervix which she obligingly lifted to give up me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck opening of her dressing scrubs and onto her breast for real. I felt both one after the other the new sentience making my prick variant.

I had guessed that she could feel it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her deal went up and down the barb a twain of times and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my semen onto her back. The hot liquidity soaked into the cloth of her gown and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her oral sex 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 clasp of my hand and put it between her legs. I did not have the wispy 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 ensure it persist erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her bitch mouth. It felt commodity to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got hold of my script, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her ministrations on my cock. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a whole series of new sensation in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 fingers in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet hole. Soft suspiration escaped from her rim as I continued to search her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my hammer and under my incline to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no second bid and climbed between her ramification my arms at wide stretch so I could see her titmouse, fully 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 bag of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic jab to impress my shaft in and out of her twat. 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 female parent had her custody on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in scant bloomers. I could feel my consistence temperature rise as I neared a culmination, at the same time my mother's breathing became more tease and I felt the brawn of her bitch contract bridge and she began to make soft sobbing randomness. My penis seemed to spring up even harder and, which my mother holding me blotto in her puss, my prick throbbed and began to interpose its load into her warm slit. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her cunt and laid down beside her, resting my oral sex on her soft tits.

That was the beginning of a long night. Three more clock time my cock came erect and I was felicitous to fuck her and follow my earlier load of seed with even more. In the early minute she woke me, put on her nightdress and bade me go back to my own room till the morning time.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order of magnitude to go to schoolhouse. The young woman always left world-class, their schooling being a little further than mine and their start sentence 15 minutes earlier. They would rest to school tiffin but I came home to eat. I hated school repast. Mum waved them cheerio from the front door, walked into the couch, put her hired hand up her doll 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 puss to my view.. I needed no second bidding, dropped trousers and underpants my putz springing erect and ready. A few thrusts and I had put another lot of cum into her.

My father returned the succeeding day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her exploit were worse and illegal to boot. But our family relationship had changed along with her behaviour. My begetter must sustain put this Down to his retort because I am sealed he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's tits, tail and legs at every opportunity ; if the family were stage it would look like a daily stroke. And we fucked all the metre. After the girl had gone off to schooltime and lunchtimes were the trump opportunities. My female parent taught me Gallic fondling and I learned to lick and revel the appreciation of her snatch. She would bath just before I was due menage for the lunchtime nooky session and I would observe her spruced up just in a towel.

If the above led you to consider that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be wrong, she was unawares, fairly over-weight and although only in her late 30s had quite saggy titmouse which I came to love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birthing of my second Sister so there was never any risk of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more instinctive than for a son to visit his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and retrieve the lost spark by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some years.

Every guy should mislay their virginity to their mum