Ever since my early teenage years when i started to understand the difference between a boy and lady friend 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 thinker that was attracted to the common sense of tabu of being with an older women coupled with that same cleaning woman being the most significant person in my life.

My mother is not a super model, most people would n't blink twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very little she could do wrong in my eye. She was of average top, blonde hair that sat around her shoulder sword, medium build and intermediate breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ year old female parent would line up and treated her two Thomas Kid with all the forgivingness of her heart.

I have an older sister who is 3 twelvemonth my older ; and while I had the odd fleeting fantasy about her, they were always just that, a fleet minute that i would never envisage coming true.

As a young stripling aliveness at home I remember diving through the bemire laundry trying to witness mums bras and pantie to shroud away in my way for a few days before i 'd return them hoping to avoid intuition. I didnt really get laid what to do with them in my possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her breast. I remember returning to my room one day and my stream hoard of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my mother did n't experience the Saame way, nor did i want to tanish the family relationship i had with her, or issue the family relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever happen, i moved out, got marital and started a kin of my own.

Now i am 30 old age old and my mother is approaching her sixtieth Birthday but i never grew out of the tabu fantasy i started as a teenager. To this day, i never thought anything would ever eventuate from it, but that all changed late endure year.

My mother and father had started a little renovation task to keep themselves fussy in the early old age of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 sidereal day a week in town and left mum at house tinkering away at odd jobs. One afternoon i popped in to see the progress 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 botheration. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

After she explained her task, and promised she felt very well i suggested she rule book herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` wellspring at least let me give you a little massage so you can stand up directly ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should claim her top off to fend off getting stigma 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 shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising ointment in my men before straddling my mother and gently rubberize her binding and shoulders. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the head of my head and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my mitt as low on her book binding as i could and made sure i was making flock of contact with the English 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 calves aswell. I shuffled off the sharpness of the bed and focused my efforts on the her lower legs, admiring the thin view of her ass through her tightly fitting denim underdrawers. I slowly worked upwards behind her articulatio genus and onto the upper area of her legs where her shorts finished. I could only slither the very ends of my finger's breadth under her short circuit but no further before the material hindered progress. I started to pull in one's horns and begun working my way back to my female parent calves.

'' No wait, that felt great, pass on me a indorse '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her drawers before assuming her berth on the bed again. `` Please massage my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in aught but her underwear i obliged and massaged her speed leg, leaning into it more and more just as an self-justification to get my human face closer to her ass. As i neared the base of her ass i made the decision to casually knead continuously back to her lower back to label her chemical reaction. To my surprisal my mother didnt flinch, nor comment about my abbreviated encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to hover around her lower vertebral column before skipping across back to the upper part of her legs.

It was here i got the first indication of my life that my mother may be thinking the same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her stage providing a petty Thomas More access. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist full-of-the-moon of she sheets in the cognitive process too.

I clumsily let my finger catch the outside of her step-in on a nervy separatrix and noticed a flimsy flinch from my mother, but still no comment, or request to stop. One more than accidently contact with her pantie and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to block off me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's lower back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the speed part of her pegleg. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to undulate over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this time a little lower, and moved my bridge player up inside her panties on to her ass cheek, trying to make believe my intentions clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly rive her panty down off her ass and kiss her right brass. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for class, the one i could remember from her dirty washables all those old age ago.

With her panties now around her thigh she opened her leg as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with deliberate passes over the lips of her now exposed kitty-cat. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her step-in and presented herself on her back, knees bent and legs cattle ranch.

Neither of us were saying anything at this moment, rather the lust of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mothers pussy in a situation i could previously only dream of.

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

I simply smiled and obliged.

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