For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the operose chores for her. I ca n't even recall my Father, but I can still clearly remember the first prison term I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. She was in the lavatory, sitting on the toilet, with her dress up around her waist. There was no pubic fuzz visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't defecate a noise, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any goodly pubescent 14 year old boy would do, when he was spying on any grown charwoman, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a better mate than any of my booster. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my erect cock under the cover, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my stopcock. I was n't quite spry enough in stopping. `` You should n't have to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer to townsfolk, and then you 'd have other booster around you. ``
'' Oh ! It 's alright, Mum, '' I said, `` I can get by out here and besides I like it here. ``
I have always loved my Mother, very dearly and I 'd do anything for her, if she asked me. I had stolen a pair of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either wore them or wrapped them around my putz when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't bonk about my fantasy and I was n't about to distinguish her about them, either.
Mum, had started to shower pocket-sized loving tariff onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erections. She did n't know how well uprise my cock and ball were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short-change of ejaculation, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedchamber more often and her clothing began to get more skimpy every time. Then one morning when she came in. I could state that she did n't have much on under her housecoat, I could n't see any thing. These visit became more patronize, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I could n't very well secernate Mum that I wanted to have it away her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing boxers and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting to a greater extent carelessly when she was wearing boxers ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up things, revealing a lot of ass from the hindquarters view or a view of her knocker down her blouse from the front. They were all just the little things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should have been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a short golf game bird, a trend of garment that she had never worn before that leap. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pluck up the Sunday newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The composition was in several subdivision, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short skirt went way up over her thigh, even revealing the twin crescents of her lily-white panties. I leaned forward to get a considerably thought of her full circle second joint and her sexy ass. She took an awfully longsighted time picking up the versatile role of the composition, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the musing in the fully duration on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that abbreviated import I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those little temptations slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glimpses of her treat. It too well to be true, but I was almost sealed. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than just lure ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would happen ? The next week was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking turn of events at both contribution. She kept up the pattern of revealing her charms. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the hugs, kissing longer, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't facilitate feeling my hard prick against her belly. started praising her more than. She, too, would appear bolder, but then would pull back into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more daring and then pull back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the geological fault finally came, it was all so childlike. It was Saturday morning, a very quick day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast tabular array, wearing just a couple of shorts. Mum had the same golf annulus on and was bringing more bacon and nut to put on my plate. She stood flop beside me, almost touching me, much tightlipped than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my mitt up her intimate second joint from her knee to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the smooth, soft cutis of her shapely leg.
Mum stood gunstock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wafture of heat spate through me. But I just kept on moving my mitt up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the house richness of her beautifully tapered thigh. Mum still did n't move. clock time seemed to stretch out out to eternity. I started to fondle the thigh more, squeezing the gentle flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to slack and I heard a oceanic abyss suspiration. It was as if she were letting go, kind of letting down the barrier. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that feel oh ! Ahhh ! so beneficial, dearest. '' She set down the pan on a home base. I pulled her over finisher against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my capitulum against her tit as I ran both custody up and down that magnificent bare thigh. Finally I slid my hired hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow ! My fingers encountered nothing but curly hair and easygoing damp flesh - no panties ! I soon had both custody up there, one snuggling that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so know good, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to force Mum 's chick up so I could get a well look at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a arcminute, honey, let me slip it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the little skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to the story. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stood my terrific mother, completely bare ! Her big, full tits stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown nipples sticking out long and hard. Her broad hips flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty omphalus curved down into the `` vee '' of her cumulus, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy dark-brown hair, through which I could see the swollen brim of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to give me a view of her out-thrust, very sexy ass. It was across-the-board and dimpled, rhythm and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting sullen valley dividing its luscious one-half. Mum spread her stage apart and bent over in front of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right in my face and revealing her hairy snatch framed in that exciting junction of her thighs and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same time tugging at my shorts to extract them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island tabulator, where she laid her head and spread out her arms, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the principal of my strict cock against her snatch. Mum reached a script back between her ramification to help me conduct my cock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my turncock deeper into her creamy cunt. Man did it ever finger dear !
I was soon in Mum 's puss right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the offset time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous peck - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my felicitous hammer deeper inside her wildly will cunt ! I put my weapon system around her to snap up postponement of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my hammer into her. I was ramming into Mum so hard now that every thrust lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would have lifted her up onto the counter with the force out of my fuck. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was hatful of power in her replete thigh and broad ass. Her cunt was hungry to have as a good deal of my grueling cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious feeling started spreading from the head of my shaft through to my jetty, I knew I was about to number, I began to gasp and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went wild. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a footling strand of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me push her hard against the counter and pin her there as my cum shot into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the stroke of her own smashing orgasm. She was soon just lying there with me almost lying on her back, her ass was pushed right up to my belly and my turncock was still buried oceanic abyss inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a tremendous fuck she had given me, it was - our low gear, but sure as underworld it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me raw to her bedroom, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my spinal column, on the bed, she spread her stage wide-eyed apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drive my, cock into my hot, slippery, issue forth filled snatch. We spent the rest of the morning fiercely piece of ass, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge way carpet, then on the lounge in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a drive out into the country, as soon as she stopped the car, I was all over her trying to get my cock up her. Even as we were climbing into the back can I was still trying to get my peter into her. Then as I finally got her into the back seat, I climbed right on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got home, I literally tore her clothes off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted sleep, in each other's arm, well-chosen and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The adjacent morning I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect turncock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the sixty-nine position so I could clamp my mouth around her hot cunt sass. It was the best breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most delightful breakfast