For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the hard chores for her. I ca n't even remember my Father, but I can still clearly call back the first sentence I ever had the hazard to spy on my mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilette, with her apparel up around her shank. There was no pubic hair 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 fourteen yr old boy would do, when he was spying on any acquire adult female, mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful char. She is a secure married person than any of my friend. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playacting with my put up cock under the cover, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite fast enough in stopping. `` You should n't have to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living tight to town, and then you 'd make other friends around you. ``
'' Oh ! It 's fine, 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 duet of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my way. I quite often either wore them or wrapped them around my hammer when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't love about my fantasies and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish belittled loving tariff onto me, just after I turned XIV and she had found out that I was getting hard-on. She did n't make love how well formulate my shaft and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just brusque of ejaculation, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my sleeping accommodation more often and her clothing began to get more lean every prison term. Then one morning when she came in. I could tell that she did n't induce 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 stage where I needed sexual release. I could n't very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck 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 more carelessly when she was wearing drawers ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to blame up things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear view or a view of her tits down her blouse from the front. They were all just the short things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should make been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a short golf skirt, a mode of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to piece up the Sunday newspaper that was lying on the flooring nearby. The newspaper publisher was in various sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short skirt went way up over her second joint, even revealing the twin crescents of her Edward D. White panties. I leaned forward to get a better view of her broad round thigh and her sexy ass. She took an awfully yearn prison term picking up the various voice of the paper, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the rumination in the full length on the closet doorway that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief consequence I realised that Mum was bending over for my welfare, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those petty temptation slid into space. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glimpses of her treat. It too estimable to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than 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 bit at both parts. She kept up the formula of revealing her magic spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the squeeze, kissing longer, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't help palpate my gruelling peter against her belly. started praising her to a greater extent. She, too, would appear bolder, but then would crawfish out into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more boldness and then get out back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more indisputable that Mum really could be had if thing just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. It was Sabbatum morning, a very affectionate day for the end of Apr. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast board, wearing just a distich of drawers. Mum had the same golf game bird on and was bringing more than Baron Verulam and ballock to put on my plateful. She stood right hand beside me, almost touching me, much near than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her inner second joint from her knee to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the unruffled, soft skin of her shapely leg.
Mum stood blood line still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of passion surge through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm voluminosity of her beautifully tapered thigh. Mum still did n't move. Time seemed to adulterate out to timeless existence. I started to fondle the thigh more, squeezing the soft build. 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 barriers. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so dependable, honey. '' She set down the pan on a photographic plate. I pulled her over finisher against me and put my other manus on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my heading against her white meat as I ran both manpower up and down that brilliant bare thigh. Finally I slid my paw to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her genital organ - and wow ! My fingers encountered aught but curly tomentum and soft damp flesh - no panties ! I soon had both deal up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, house hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her leg farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so sleep with good, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to pull Mum 's skirt up so I could get a good aspect at her aphrodisiacal goodies.
'' Just a moment, honey, let me drop away it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the lilliputian skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stood my tremendous Mother, completely defenseless ! Her big, replete titmouse stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weighting, the pinkish-brown teat sticking out long and hard. Her broad hips flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty navel curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy chocolate-brown pilus, through which I could see the tumefy lips of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in battlefront of me to give me a panorama of her out-thrust, very sexy ass. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy egg white, with that exciting iniquity vale dividing its luscious one-half. Mum spread her legs apart and bent over in forepart of me, thrusting her fantastic ass rightfield in my boldness and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting junction of her thigh and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same time tugging at my short to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, 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 head of my rigid cock against her twat. Mum reached a hand back between her legs to help me manoeuvre my stopcock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my putz deeper into her creamy pussy. Man did it ever feel good !
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 ken - my female parent 's raw ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy rooster deeper inside her wildly unforced cunt ! I put my arms around her to take hold of hold of her big bosom and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my cock 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 own lifted her up onto the heel counter with the force of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was plenty of power in her full second joint and broad ass. Her cunt was thirsty to have as a good deal of my unvoiced cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious feeling started spreading from the head of my cock through to my groin, I knew I was about to arrive, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and snatch just went wild. Man, could she motivate her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a minuscule string of oohs and aahs and then a tenacious drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me drive her heavy against the heel counter and pin her there as my cum shot 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 interior of her catching, squeezing cunt.
What a tremendous screwing she had given me, it was - our first, but sure as Hell it was n't to be our close !
When I finally pulled my pecker out of her cunt she led me bare to her bedchamber, as we got to her big bivalent bed, I gave her a button and as she landed on my spinal column, on the bed, she spread her branch wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drove my, cock into my hot, slippery, fare filled twat. We spent the sleep of the break of day fiercely fucking, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After tiffin I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the couch elbow room carpet, then on the sofa in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a cause 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 game bottom I was still trying to get my cock into her. Then as I finally got her into the second 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 sap sleep, in each other's limb, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next dawning I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect peter. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the sixty-nine post so I could clamp my mouthpiece around her hot twat rim. It was the intimately breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most delicious breakfast