For as tenacious as I can retrieve, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the strong chores for her. I ca n't even think of my father, but I can still clearly remember the initiatory time I ever had the chance to spy on my mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the john, with her clothes up around her waist. There was no pubic hair visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't work a randomness, I just stood there staring at my female parent there like any levelheaded pubescent 14 year old boy would do, when he was spying on any grown woman, female parent or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a better mate than any of my friends. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my tumid stopcock under the blanket, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my shaft. I was n't quite quick enough in stopping. `` You should n't suffer to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer to town, and then you 'd have early Quaker 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 female parent, very dearly and I 'd do anything for her, if she asked me. I had stolen a brace of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either weary them or wrapped them around my cock when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't know about my phantasy and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish modest loving tariff onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erection. She did n't jazz how well explicate my putz and testis were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of interjection, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedroom more often and her vesture began to get more skimpy every sentence. Then one forenoon when she came in. I could tell that she did n't have much on under her housecoat, I could n't see any thing. These visits became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the point where I needed intimate release. I could n't very well differentiate Mum that I wanted to make out her, even though I really did need to. It was around that clip that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting more carelessly when she was wearing shorts ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up thing, revealing a lot of ass from the rear view or a view of her breast down her blouse from the nominal head. They were all just the niggling 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 skirt, a trend of garment that she had never worn before that saltation. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to piece up the Sunday paper that was lying on the flooring nearby. The paper was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the unawares annulus went way up over her thighs, even revealing the couple crescents of her Edward Douglas White Jr. panties. I leaned forward to get a better persuasion of her wide rhythm thighs and her sexy ass. She took an awfully long time picking up the various parts of the paper, much longer um started wearing than requisite. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full-of-the-moon distance on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief minute I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those fiddling temptation slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those small glimpses of her goodies. It too honorable to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than just tempt ? 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 play at both parts. She kept up the pattern of revealing her good luck charm. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the squeeze, kissing yearner, and pulling her consistency against me tighter so that she could n't help feeling my hard dick against her abdomen. started praising her more than. She, too, would look bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more daring and then get out back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more certainly that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. It was Saturday morning, a very warm day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a pair of shorts. Mum had the Lapp golf game skirt on and was bringing more bacon and ball to put on my scale. She stood aright beside me, almost touching me, much stuffy than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my handwriting up her inner thigh from her knee to near her genitalia and then down again, lightly caressing the liquid, soft cutis of her shapely leg.
Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of heat rush through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm voluminousness of her beautifully tapered thigh. Mum still did n't strike. fourth dimension seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to fondle the second joint more, squeezing the soft flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to relax and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sorting of letting down the roadblock. She put her arm around my cervix and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so good, beloved. '' She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my chief against her breast as I ran both manus up and down that splendid bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow ! My fingers encountered nothing but curly haircloth and soft dampness flesh - no panties ! I soon had both hands up there, one snuggling that hot hairy kitty, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so jazz effective, so effective, dearest ! ``
I tried to pull Mum 's skirt up so I could get a good look at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a minute, honey, let me slip it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the trivial doll and stepped out of it as it dropped to the storey. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There remain firm my fantastic Mother, completely naked ! Her big, broad mamilla stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their free weight, the pinkish-brown nipple sticking out long and hard. Her liberal hips flared out from her business firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its passably belly button curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy brown hair, through which I could see the swollen sass of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in forepart of me to hold me a view of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, troll and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting dark vale dividing its luscious half. Mum spread her pegleg apart and bent over in nominal head of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right wing 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 candy kiss at the same time tugging at my shorts to root for them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her heading and ranch out her arms, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the head of my rigid peter against her snatch. Mum reached a hand back between her wooden leg to help me maneuver my cock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my cock deeper into her creamy snatch. Man did it ever feel honorable !
I was soon in Mum 's bitch right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the starting time meter. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous survey - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy shaft deeper inside her wildly bequeath pussy ! I put my arms around her to grab hold of her big knocker and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my dick 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 comeback with the force out of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a mania. There was plenty of magnate in her full thighs and encompassing ass. Her cunt was athirst to have as very much of my hard cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious opinion started spreading from the headway of my peter through to my mole, I knew I was about to arrive, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went wilderness. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a fiddling string of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me tug her hard against the counter and pin her there as my cum snap into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the throws of her own shattering 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 cock was still buried deep inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a terrific fuck she had given me, it was - our first, but sure as snake pit it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me au naturel to her bedroom, as we got to her big treble bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my back, on the bed, she spread her leg wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drove my, cock into my hot, slippery, derive filled puss. We spent the residuum of the morning fiercely fucking, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the couch room rug, then on the couch in the basement.
That Nox 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 seat I was still trying to get my cock 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 wearing apparel off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an eject sleep, in each former's weaponry, well-chosen and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next sunrise I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect tool. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the soixante-neuf position so I could clamp my mouth around her hot cunt rim. It was the honest breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most delicious breakfast