For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the hard job for her. I ca n't even call back my Father, but I can still clearly think of the first fourth dimension I ever had the hazard to spy on my Mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, with her garb up around her waistline. There was no pubic hairsbreadth visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't make a noise, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any healthy pubescent XIV year old boy would do, when he was spying on any grown fair sex, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a better Ilex paraguariensis 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 raise stopcock under the blankets, when Mum came into my elbow room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my peter. I was n't quite warm enough in stopping. `` You should n't have to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer to town, and then you 'd birth other admirer 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 yoke of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either have on 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 fantasies and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish lowly loving responsibility onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erections. She did n't know how well developed my cock and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just abruptly of ejaculation, so I did n't sleep with what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedroom more often and her article of clothing began to get Thomas More skimpy every prison term. Then one forenoon when she came in. I could secern that she did n't have much on under her wrapper, I could n't see any affair. 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 severalize Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was around that meter that Mum started wearing trunks and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting more carelessly when she was wearing short pants ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear purview or a view of her pap down her blouse from the strawman. 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 skirt, a elan of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Dominicus newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The paper was in various subdivision, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the suddenly skirt went way up over her second joint, even revealing the match crescents of her white panties. I leaned forward to get a better sight of her full round second joint and her aphrodisiac ass. She took an awfully long time picking up the various parting of the composition, much longer um started wearing than essential. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full distance on the press threshold that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief minute I realised that Mum was bending over for my welfare, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those footling enticement slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little coup d'oeil of her dainty. It too beneficial to be honest, 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 side by side week was a cat-and-mouse secret plan, with the two of us taking bend at both parts. She kept up the pattern of revealing her magic spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her thirster on the hugs, kissing farsighted, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't help feeling my hard putz against her belly. started praising her to a greater extent. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more than daring and then pull back, too, for concern of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure enough that Mum really could be had if affair just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. It was Sabbatum morning, a very fond day for the end of Apr. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a yoke of shorts. Mum had the same golf wench on and was bringing more Baron Verulam and eggs to put on my plate. She stood right-hand beside me, almost touching me, much closer than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her inner thigh from her stifle to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the smooth, soft peel of her shapely leg.
Mum stood caudex still. Realising what I had done, I felt a moving ridge of heat upsurge through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the business firm voluminosity of her beautifully taper thigh. Mum still did n't move. time seemed to debase out to eternity. I started to fondle the thigh more, squeezing the soft pulp. Then finally Mum seemed to unbend and I heard a late suspiration. It was as if she were letting go, variety of letting down the barriers. She put her arm around my cervix and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so good, honey. '' 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 fountainhead against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that magnificent 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 goose egg but curly hairsbreadth and soft damp flesh - no panty ! I soon had both hands up there, one petting that hot hairy kitty-cat, the other exploring the smooth, house hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so fucking good, so honorable, honey ! ``
I tried to rip Mum 's skirt up so I could get a commodity look at her aphrodisiac goodies.
'' Just a minute, 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 base. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There tolerate my wonderful Mother, completely naked ! Her big, full knocker stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weightiness, the pinkish-brown nipples sticking out long and hard. Her broad coxa flared out from her firm waistline. Her slightly rounded belly with its somewhat navel curved down into the `` vee '' of her pile, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy chocolate-brown hair, through which I could see the egotistic lips of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to give me a vista of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy White River, with that exciting dark valley dividing its luscious halves. Mum spread her legs apart and knack over in front of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right in my face and revealing her hairy kitty-cat framed in that exciting join of her thigh and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with osculation at the Lapplander time tugging at my shorts to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her head and spread out her limb, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the read/write head of my rigid turncock against her kitty. Mum reached a hand back between her legs to help me guide my cock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my stopcock deeper into her creamy bitch. Man did it ever experience honest !
I was soon in Mum 's cunt right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the first time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous sight - my female parent 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy pecker deeper inside her wildly willing cunt ! I put my arms around her to grab cargo area of her big tit and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my cock into her. I was ramming into Mum so hard now that every knife thrust lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would give birth lifted her up onto the parry with the forcefulness of my piece of tail. Mum was giving it back to me with a love. There was spate of power in her full moon thighs and tolerant ass. Her bitch was hungry to birth as lots of my hard cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious tactual sensation started spreading from the head of my cock through to my groin, I knew I was about to add up, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and bitch just went tempestuous. Man, could she make a motion her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a picayune string 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 return and pin her there as my cum blastoff into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the cam stroke of her own shattering sexual climax. 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 tremendous shag 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 turncock out of her snatch she led me naked to her bedroom, as we got to her big three-fold bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my backrest, on the bed, she spread her legs wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and force back my, stopcock into my hot, slippery, come filled cunt. We spent the rest of the morning fiercely screwing, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the couch room carpeting, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a thrust 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 shaft into her. Then as I finally got her into the vertebral column seat, I climbed correct on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got home, I literally tore her apparel off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted sopor, in each former's arms, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next morning I was awakened by mum suck on my erect stopcock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the sixty-nine position so I could clamp my rima oris around her hot slit backtalk. It was the best breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my near delicious breakfast