I'm a horny eighteen-year-old virgin. The classic geeky educatee who has never had a girlfriend. I haven't got a clue how to address to girls, but I'm desperate to have sex. So, it has finally come this. I can't assistant it. I've got to do it…

It's a little after midnight. I get out of bed and fix my way softly along the landing in the dark in my bagger and tee-shirt. I peek cautiously around her bedroom doorway. She appears to be sleeping peacefully. I creep into the room and approach the bed. I see the bottle of sleeping oral contraceptive pill on the bedside cabinet. She takes one every dark and she's out for the count until the sunup. Nothing can wake her.

Still, my warmness is thumping as I stand beside her, looking down at her, half expecting her to look at me with a fuddle expression on her face, even though I know she's unconscious.

"What are you doing ?"she would ask. This is what I'm doing. I reach out and take the corner of the quilt, slowly peeling it away. She's laid on her back, naked. I gaze at her exposed titty. They're big and unit of ammunition, even when she's lying down. They look so inviting.

I'm feeling even hornier now, and I can experience my erection beginning to grow. I've wanted to do this for ages, and tonight my need finally outweighs my fear. I hook a thumb into the front of my boxers and pull them down far enough to set my cock release, tugging on it gently until my erection is complete. I gaze at her breasts, struggling to control my external respiration and keep as pipe down as possible, though there's probably no want.

I stand compensate next to the bed, masturbating. I want to touch her, but I daren't, just in case.

She looks so peaceful and lovely. I want to kiss her lips. I want to feel her tit and squeeze them. I want to suckle her nipples.

The throbbing begins. Dare I go through with this ? I want to, but what if she wakes ? The combination of fear and upheaval is arousing. I masturbate faster. The throbbing intensifies, and my gist thumps harder. make bold I ? Too late now, I'm cumming ! At last ! Several duncish spurt splattering across her titty. I affright and look at her face. No reaction. I feel elated. I've done it ! I've finally found the courage to do it, and I feel swell !

I take a few moments to admire my William Christopher Handy study as I enjoy the feeling, then I take the wet wipes and tissue paper from my pocket and lead off to clean up my hole, ever so gently. Still, she doesn't stir.

The next morning, I'm on tenterhooks, warning signal for the slightest trace that she knows what I've done, but there's nothing. The rilievo is immense, and I know I must do it again.

It quickly becomes a nightly event, and after a dyad of hebdomad I progress to cumming on her fount, surefooted now that she doesn't feel a thing. I even undress and go in naked, already hard, already stroking myself.

It didn't take me prospicient to kiss her on the sass, and then begin massaging her breasts. They feel amazing. I've even started kissing her teat, though only very gently. I desperately want to take in them, but I daren't in case I wake her.

I know what's succeeding. I want to cum in her mouth, but that involves kneeling on the bed. I'm worried that might be decent for her to bill. I put my workforce on the bed first, right adjacent to her pillow, and gently apply some weight. As the mattress moves her face turns slightly towards me, but that's just sombreness. She's definitely out cold.

flavour bolder, I get onto the bed on my knees. The extra weight turns her aspect completely towards me. Leaning over her, sideways across the bed, I support my weight on one hand, and extend to her mentum gently with the other. Just enough to part her lips.

I lean in and experience the tip of my cock grazing against her lips and then her spit. My heart is beating so fast and tacky I can barely take heed myself think. I cautiously move my hips back and Forth River, but her mouth is too loose. There's no real contact or friction.

Balancing on one paw, I masturbate. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming in her mouth.

I'm cumming in her mouth !

I can hardly believe she still doesn't stir. No need to clean house up after myself either. I kiss her lightly on the brass and retreat to my own elbow room, my elation reaching new heights. My philia is soaring.

The following morning I am kicking myself for being so stupe. My mind is filled with trepidation as I go downstairs for breakfast. Does she recognize ? Did she savor my cum in her mouthpiece when she woke up ?

Her behaviour is perfectly normal. I guess she didn't.

The next nighttime, I hold her chin, applying just enough insistency to get some friction from her back talk. I can thrust into her now. I'm fucking her mouth ! Still no reaction from her. The reaction from me comes far too quickly, and I cum hard. As I withdraw, some of my cum dribbles out of her backtalk and I have to carefully wipe up the mess.

I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I'd have the courage, and I never thought the quiescency pills would be that strong.

For several night in a row I have fucked her oral fissure, sometimes cumming in her mouth, and sometimes on her face. She isn't always laid on her back. Sometimes I find her lying on her side with her brass finis to the edge of the mattress, which means I can face-fuck her standing up. I have to spread my branch wide to get to the right-hand acme, but I enjoy the variety.

I know what I want next, but can I get away with it ? Dare I actually do it ? I want to fuck her. Properly. I want to cum in her. Surely, she would know the side by side good morning, wouldn't she ? I could use a condom, but I don't want to. That would spoil it. I want to be inside her properly. I want to cum in her, but wouldn't she feel all sticky when she awoke ? That's my biggest concern, apart from her waking up while I'm still fucking her, of course of study. But I expected her to detect I'm cumming in her mouth. I thought she would try out it the next aurora, but it seems not. It must dry up during the night.

Dare I take this all the way ?

Yes. I must. I can't resist the temptation. She just lays there sleeping. All lovely and available, as if she's inviting me. Waiting for me.

The surveil evening, I creep back into her bedroom as she sleeps. I've left it an hour later than usual, hoping the sleeping pill will have taken her even deeper asleep by now, because I'm going to give birth to impress her tonight.

Naked, with my erection in hand, I approach her bed and peel the quilt all the way off her. I can see her completely naked for the first prison term now in the dim half-light. She's laid on her back with her thigh slightly parted. I gaze between her legs and resist the temptation to masturbate until I cum all over her. She's clean shaven, which surprises my slightly, though I don't know why. Why wouldn't she be ?

I very carefully move her articulatio genus further apart until she's fully exposed to me with her legs bent and her articulatio coxae open. I climb onto the bed between her invertebrate foot and lower my typeface towards her inguen. She smells bracing and light. A breath of the apple-scented liquid ecstasy she likes to use. I imagine she has washed herself especially for tonight, as if she subconsciously knows what is going to take place and welcomes it. She wants me.

I kiss her lightly on the neat little crease of her labia and inhale her perfume again. Then I gently run my tongue all the way up her crease. No response. I avoid her button. As lots as I would love to puzzle out and suck it, I daren't risk overstimulating her and waking her up.

farewell her lips with my finger's breadth, I get stack of saliva on my tongue and lick inside her, penetrating her very slightly with the tip. She lays still. No change in her external respiration. Lying flatbed on the bed between her legs, I do it again, my natural language penetrating deeper this time. I do it several times before getting to my articulatio genus again. Then I suck the middle finger of my left hand, so it's as wet as I can make it. Stroking myself with my decent hand, I ease my finger inside her, almost painfully slowly, watching for even a clue of a reaction from her. There's nothing.

I withdraw my finger and wet it again. I can taste her. I like it. I gently penetrate her again, this time slowly sliding my finger in and out of her a few time. She continues to sleep, but she feels set for me now.

I lick my fingerbreadth and wet my cock several times. I want to infiltrate her easily, so I don't wake her.

I move into lieu, wetting my pecker once more, and guiding the tip to her entry. I swallow hard. This is the most critical moment so far. My heart is thumping like weirdo. My fear gives me all the opposition I need to avoid plunging myself rich inside her and fucking her in a frenzy.

I push the tip into her and find the natural resistance of her eubstance. I pause, then push again, feeling her portion for me, and my light beam slides into her, just a little. My heart is racing as I pause again, then I gradually ease myself all the way in.

The whole time, I'm studying her face for the thin response, and listening to her breathing, but there's no sign that she's stirring.

I can hardly believe it. My rock-hard pecker is finally balls-deep inside her. I'm supporting my weight on my implements of war and I look down and admire her beautiful body laid beneath me. She seems perfectly relaxed and comfortable with this. I know she's completely oblivious, but she seems well-chosen with it.

I begin to move my hips, sliding in and out of her, but still taking upkeep to avoid any imperativeness or lineal stimulation on her clitoris. If she wakes up now, I'm suddenly meat.

She fits me like a warm, wet mitt, and I can experience her inner ridgepole massaging my tool as I glide in and out of her. It's a feeling I can't describe ; a belief beyond watchword ; a feel I have never experienced before. I realise with lightness that I am no longer a Virgo ! I know I'm not going to final stage long. I speed up a footling, but it still feels frustratingly slow.

It's enough. I feel the first off pulse, and I know I'm on the way. I continue at the same pace, feeling my cock pulse again and again, the urge to thrust harder growing inviolable inside me.

I speed up again, fucking her as fast as I dare, which is still aggravatingly slow and mollify, but I'm so turned on I don't need more. I hold myself still, buried deep inside her, mashing my teeth together to stifle the urge to moan aloud, as I cum hard, emptying squirt after squirt into her.

The feeling of triumph and delight comes in a surge. I've finally done it ! I've fucked her at last ! I've cum in her !

When I'm done, I very carefully withdraw, and kneel between her leg. I reach for the wet wipe and tissue I always bring with me, and cautiously plum her up as much as I can. Then I slid off the bed, interchange her quilt, and tax return to my room.

I hardly dare designate my face the follow break of day. This is munch time. Am I dead meat now, or what ?

Nothing. Not a hint that's she's remotely mindful of what I did to her last night. I got away with it ! If she hasn't noticed once, she won't observation again. I can do her every nighttime, now !

The endorsement time I fuck her, she's laid on her incline, with one knee bent-grass in front of her, so I straddle her consecutive leg. I prepare her with a wet finger's breadth, as I did the nighttime before, then allay myself back inside her. She feels tighter in this post, so I'm extra slow and careful. Eventually, I'm balls-deep inside her again, and I begin to sway my hips.

My big concern now is that I'll get too enthusiastic and awake her up, and it's a real struggle to keep my pace slow and lenify. At least taking my metre means I can enjoy her, but that just scrambles my brain. parting of me wants it to be over in a flash so I don't get caught, part of me wants to enjoy myself as long as possible, and another percentage of me just wants to fuck her in a fury and cum surd and gaudy, deep inside her.

Anyway, it doesn't take long before I feel the tell-tale throbbing, slowly gliding all the way in and out of her as I cum in her again, my body shaking as I struggle to control my jabbing and stay silent.

On the tertiary night she's laid flatbed on her book binding again, but like a starfish, wooden leg splayed as if she's expecting me. I wonder if, subconsciously, she is.

I enjoy slow-fucking her again, taking my time, and admiring her trunk as it rocks slightly in rhythm with my easy thrusting. I feel my coming building and increase my tempo just a little. Just as it builds to a crescendo, a mo before that surging release, she suddenly wraps her pegleg around mine, locking me in. She bear-hugs me, pulling me down onto her as she grinds her hips in rhythm with mine.

"Oh god yes ! ”, she cries."Fuck me ! Cum in me !"

I panic, but I'm trapped, and it's too late anyway. I cum hard, as she grabs my head and kisses me forcefully on the backtalk, still bucking her hips as I continue to unlade in her.

The moment she releases me I leap off the bed and back up against the wardrobe, my nitty-gritty hammering like I'm about to have a heart attack. I can't breathe. I'm a absolutely man walking.

"No, it's okay, honestly !"she cries, holding a hand out towards me."It's okay !"

I can't motion. I can't speak. I'm frozen to the spot.

"I know you've been doing this to me for a while. I can try it. I can feel it the following morning. I don't mind. I really don't ! I didn't admit my pill tonight. I wanted to experience what you were doing to me. I liked it. Tomorrow night, I won't pretend to be asleep. We can do it together properly."

She's smiling at me now. This is insane. She motions me to join her."Come on. Get back on the bed and give me a cuddle."

I still can't move, though my heart has just about stopped trying to punch a hole in my chest to gain its escape.

"Come on,"she voicelessness, smiling again."Come and nestle your mother."

I finally relax a slight, and nervously climb onto the bed. She holds out her arms, and I lay next to her as she cuddles me into her.

"I'm delight and flattered that you find me so attractive,"she rustle,"though I'm not surprised really ”.

I know what she means, and she's not being chesty about her flavour, even though she is stunning. Most multitude would suppose a young guy fancying his own mother is fucked up, even if she is as hot as mine, but my family strike ‘ fucked up'to a unanimous new stage. You see my female parent isn't just my mother. She's also my babe. Well, half sister, technically. My mother's father was my sire, too.

How did that happen ? My mom was the only child of a normal glad couple, but she was only thirteen when her mom died. It hit her and dad really heavy. She couldn't eternal rest unless she cuddled up to him every night. They became physically close at an age when she was changing. Her body was rapidly transforming from girl to very shapely woman. Mom told me they clung onto each other for worked up survival, and things gradually became knowledgeable from a deep mutual need. She was fourteen when she fell pregnant, and fifteen when I was born. They remained a dyad ever since.

Fucked up, like I said, and I guess I've inherited the incest gene. It was inevitable perhaps, because it's on both side of my parentage. Which is actually the same side.

I started fancying Mom as soon as pubescence kicked in. For some cause I was always able-bodied to see her the way my friends did, as the live milf in the school. She was younger that everyone else's mom of course, which helped. And drop-dead gorgeous with big boobs, skinny waist, and a curvy ass.

Discovering the joy of masturbation, my hot-milf mom was a natural inclusion in my fantasize bank alongside popstars, renown, and pornstars.

When her dad, our dad, died about XVIII months ago, it really messed her up. I had never been that close to him, partly because of the age gap, and partly because he had to work very yearn hours in low-paid study to take a shit goal meet while Mom caught up on her pedagogy. I rarely saw much of him. I came to term with his decease quicker and easier.

Fortunately, Mom found work as a really acres agent after graduating and was starting to do well financially when he died, so we were okay on that sexual conquest, but she fell apart for a patch emotionally.

The doctor prescribed sleeping tab for her, and that was the beginning of a fantasy inspired by smut TV I had seen of sottish adult female getting fucked in their sleep, often by their father, comrade, or son.

At first it was just a fancy I would fuck off to before sleeping, but it grew too strong and so, here I am, lying in my mother's arms after she caught me fucking her.

The next thing I know it's morning. I open my eye and last nighttime rushes back. I'm instantly wide awake. I glance over at mom. She's facing me but still sleeping. She looks so beautiful I could cum all over her face. first-class honours degree, I need the bathroom.

I slide back into bed carefully, not wanting to disturb her, and lay looking at her. I lift the quilt to gaze at her awesome torso and quickly modernise an erection, which I slowly stroke.

She opens her eyes, and smiles when she sees me. She has such a beautiful smile. Her whole fount lights up and her eyes coruscation. I need to cum on her. Or in her.

She rolls away from me and tells me to snuggle into her. I pause for a second. How will she respond to my erection poking her in the book binding ? After endure night, I hope she won't be too phased. I slide across towards her, putting an arm around her and making body-to-body contact.

"Oh my ! You're not the only one who's awake early !"

"Sorry, Mom,"I quickly reply, pulling away.

"No, it's fine. Let me go to the lav, and then we'll sort it out for you."

I can't believe my auricle. She gets out of bed, naked, and grinning at me as she heads for the bathroom.

I watch her sexy body with a stupid grin on my face, and an idea blossoming in my mind. I kick off the quilt and lie on my spine with one arm behind my head, masturbating slowly. I can't believe a have the nervus to be so brazen. What has happened to me ?

Mom gasps, and then giggles as she walks in and sees me.

"Well, aren't you looking cock-sure this morning ! And why not ? That's a stopcock to be proud of. It's very impressive."

She gets back on the bed and turns to face me.

"Let me take attention of that for you,"she whispers, pushing my hand away and curling her finger's breadth around my erection. My turn to pant, as she slowly pumps her fist up and down the full length of my rigid shaft. I watch in incredulity. No-one has ever touched me there before, and now my own mother is masturbating me ! It feels amazing. I groan in satisfaction.

"Let me take care of this quickly for you, son. Then you can slack up. At your age it won't take you long to regain, and then we can take our time and really enjoy ourselves."

I just nod, dumbstruck. This is unsubstantial. She speeds up and in moments my putz begins to throb like a pharos. My body tenses, my hips jerk involuntarily, and I moan loudly. As my orgasm erupts, Mom leans down and takes the tip of my stopcock between her lips. Her timing is double-dyed, and I yell loudly as I explode in her mouth, repeatedly, for various seconds.

My head collapses back onto the pillow. I'm breathing hard. This is mental. Mom getting me off is a way bigger turn-on than doing it myself while I watch her dormancy had ever been.

She drains my balls and licks my hammer clean, swallowing all my cum before she lays beside me with her school principal on my dresser, and one leg across mine. I am too overwhelmed, and satisfied, to speak.

Mom knows I have zero experience with lady friend. Is that why she has forgiven me, and is now helping me out ?

"Now that everything is out in the open son, I can teach you how to do matter to please a little girl as well as yourself. Would that be okay ?"

"Of trend, Mom. I want it to be good for you too,"I manage to reply, honestly.

She looks up at me, puts her hand on my face, and kisses me softly on the rim. Rolling on top of me, she begins kissing me properly, pushing her natural language into my lip, and I learn how to respond in kind. Our hands begin to rove as we explore each other's bodies.

She straddles my waist and sits up, so that I can admire and affect her big weighty breasts. She teaches me how to fiddle with her nipples and gasp in joy as I master the skill. I marvel at how firmly her mamilla become. She moves and leans over me so that I can suck each teat as I continue to sense and squeeze her breasts, and she is soon cooing and moaning in pleasance.

She is stroking my cock and I realise it is rock-hard again.

"The way you play with my tit and nipples turns me on, son. experience how wet you've made me,"she susurration. I reach down between her thigh. Her labia are wet. I slide one fingerbreadth inside her. She is much wetter than I have ever felt her before. Wet with her own juices rather than my saliva.

"I want you,"she whispers."I need you. Now."I nod eagerly.

She straddles me again and, holding my cock with one manus, she slowly lowers herself onto me. We both gasp with pleasure as she takes my full length inside her in one graceful movement.

Sitting up straight on top of me, she tells me to lie still, as she begins to roll out and circle her hips slowly. I can not trace how near it feels. I marvel at the sight of my female parent's beautiful, sexy, naked body as she rides me.

Her pace gradually increases as she begins to groan and breathe harder. She leans forward over me, supporting her weight on her hands, and tells me to play with her breast again. I feel her grinding herself rhythmically against my pubic ivory and her moans grow louder.

"Squeeze my boobs hard, babe,"she urges me as she grinds her rosehip into me unvoiced and faster, moaning even louder.

"Harder child. Make your mom cum !"

I squeeze her boobs and emergency her nipple as hard as I dare. She gasps and squeals, her pace becoming mad as she rides me arduous and harder until she almost sidesplitter, and I know she is cumming. My female parent is cumming on my stopcock !

She collapses onto me, breathing hard.

"Thank you, featherbed. Thank you. I needed that. I thought my sexual urges had gone, but you've reawakened them. Coming into my room and using my body for sex every night has turned me on again."

She kisses and nestle me, breathing backbreaking through her olfactory organ as she recovers. My paw travel down to her ass, and I squeeze both cheeks as I begin to seethe my coxa beneath her, feeling myself sliding in and out of her. She moans again.

"Your turn now, sister ”, she rustling, and rolls off me onto her back. I scramble between her leg and she guides me back inside her."Go for it, child. I'm all yours."

support my exercising weight on my work force so that I can look down at her, I begin pumping my hips. I don't need to be slow and gentle anymore. I thrust into her as arduous and as fast as I can, as she whispers encouragement between her groan of pleasure.

She lifts her knees up towards her chest and Tell me to come up onto my articulatio genus."You can love me harder this way, baby."

She's right, and I begin slamming myself into her, her physical structure jerking almost violently with each thrusting. After several hour of pounding my mother relentlessly, I'm sweating and breathing surd, but the tell-tale pulsing begins. My climax is on its way. I hammer myself into her evening harder. She's squealing and moaning in ecstasy as my climax boils over, and I groan loudly as I release myself into her in several powerful spurts. I have just cum in my mother, with her full noesis and consent !

It's my turn to cave in on top of her, panting hard from the exertion of fucking her properly for the kickoff clock time. We kiss and cuddle again as I recover, and then Mom suggests we get a shower together.

Standing close under the shower, we let the warm water cascade over our bodies as we kiss and cuddle again. Then Mom reaches for the liquid ecstasy and we take go washing each other all over. We take our clip, and Mom is amused by how hanker I take washing her titty, but she spends the Same metre washing my rooster. Inevitably, I get another hard-on.

"Ready to go again already ?"She grins at me."Well, you've already cum in my mouth and my quim this dawning, so you might as well cum in my third hole, too. Get the complete set in one go."

My eyes are blanket."You mean… ?"

She grins and nods. Reaching for the feeding bottle of conditioner, she squirts some onto my fingers."This works well as a lubricant. Put one finger's breadth in my butt and work it in and out for a while."

She cuddles me as I do as I'm told, and she moans."Mmm, I'd bury how beneficial that feels."

She reaches for the conditioner again."Two fingerbreadth this sentence, infant. Then three. Then I'll be ready for you."

I cuddle my Mom and we kiss again. I rub my hard cock against her stomach, as I enjoy sliding my fingers in and out of her butt for a short while. She moans into my mouth.

"Let me change state around."

She turns away from me, and list against the rampart, curving her back, and pushing her tail end out towards me. I step behind her, and part her cheek with my thumb. I pause for a second and reach for the conditioner, coating my shaft with a generous screening. I guide the tip to Mom's small puckered jam and push gently. Feeling the pressure, she pushes back against me, and I'm surprised how easily I enter her. We both groan with joy as my cock slides full-length into her ass. It looks awesome.

I begin to ramble my pelvic girdle and she pushes against me, matching my rhythm. She moans loudly."So good… so good."

I realise she's stroking her clit. She's getting herself off on her son fucking her in the ass ! This is totally dreamlike, and an incredible turn-on. My thrusting gathers pace, and I feel her clenching her butt muscles to add to the stimulation. I'm shocked how quickly it takes me over the bound.

"Oh, Mom. I'm gon na cum again."

"That's it, baby. Fuck me intemperate. Cum in mom's ass. Mommy's cumming, too !"

Mom squeals and her human knee buckle as she cums. I grab her rosehip and hold her up as I thrust harder, squirting my cum deep into her ass as she continues to orgasm.

The water supply is still cascading over us as we kiss and cuddle again. I love making out with my mom.

Our rim part for a present moment and she looks up at me."I would love to spend all day fucking my son, but I'm getting hungry, and you need to eat to maintain your zip. You're going to take it ! Let's have breakfast. We can be intimate again later."

I can't believe how enthusiastic my mom is about this. I really thought I was as serious as dead last night, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

We go to our suite to lop, and I head down to the kitchen to fall in my mother, my sister, and my lover. I wonder if I'm the only guy in the humankind who can say that while I'm talking about only one charwoman. Whatever. I don't attention. Walking into the kitchen I see my female parent, babe, and lover standing at the board with her vertebral column to me, and I know I'm the golden guy in the world to have her .