I was 13 and Dad was off with his girlfriend again. I had met her some fourth dimension ago and did not produce the connector. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me harder. pass on him a duad of days and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that night which I generally did with the intention of having a long read. I devoured books at a pace of mile so was always in the program library looking for more science fabrication. A yoke of hr immersed in a tarradiddle and I would drowse off as promiscuous as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Lapp course over and over as my concentration was way off. So, I gave in, put down the book and tried to go to sleep. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my early, new sisters had long gone off to sleep in their own room. My judgment raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the lounge door opened, I heard my mother climbing the stairs to bed and the door closing as she went into her room. eternal rest still eluded me. The household was still, but after a few proceedings I could just hear the sound of my mum crying ; a sound just on the edge of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The lonesome bedroom doorway that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always exposed. I passed the miss's room and could see they were both fasting asleep. I stopped with my hired man on the handle of my mother's room, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

I heard her suspire"No, neither can I."

"Can I fall in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a short intermission as she considered the petition. As kids you are always trying to slumber with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the gentle reply.

I lifted the cover, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the darkness, red-rimmed eye. I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my female parent thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around her to try to comfort her. She took hold of my arm to show that it was appreciated but this had the consequence of placing my hand on her titty. I still do not screw if this was chance event or design but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A real live female person tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt soft under my hand which I did not dare move in case the accident was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of lovesome bit of feminine physical body. Did not matter that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still find it

Trouble is, of course, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock derive erect and steal its way out of my jammies and poke my mother in the nether regions. Now I became embarrassed, my mind was racing and was not indisputable what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the Sami circumstance - goose egg.

My female parent made the next move, she moved her hand from where it was grasping my articulatio radiocarpea and covered my hand, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her nipple was under my finger then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my handwriting and that trivial bud grew heavy so I rubbed it feeling the inclemency of it surrounded by the softness of her boob. Not for one minute had I, up to that point entertained any sexual notion towards my mother, but that changed in an jiffy so I planted a kiss on the back of her cervix. She arched and her physical structure moved following to mine. This had the dual burden of rubbing my cock and making her breast move under my hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the arch of her hip joint pausing a import to feel there - no knickers ! Such joy. But I had other designs for the present. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton plant framework of her nightgown and I was determined to feel this tit for genuine. My former arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to allow for me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck of her dressing robe and onto her knocker for tangible. I felt both one after the other the new whizz making my hammer air.

I had guessed that she could feel it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my phallus. Her hand went up and down the shaft a couple of multiplication and without any method that was uncommitted to me, I came spurting my semen onto her back. The hot liquid state soaked into the textile of her nightie and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her head then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hand on my dick which was still erect."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got hold of my hand and put it between her leg. I did not have the faintest idea what to do which was obvious so she took my power finger's breadth, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist crack then brought her hands back to my member, rubbing it gently just enough to insure it stay on erect.

I took the jot and continued to rub up and down her cunt mouth. It felt good to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got time lag of my hand, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her succour on my dick. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a whole series of new sensations in a few moment. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger's breadth in her and enjoyed the spirit of that warm and wet pickle. Soft sigh escaped from her back talk as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my cock and under my side to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no s command and climbed between her legs my arms at full stretch so I could see her tits, full and lolling off to the side of her physical structure. Gently she grasped my cock and guided it into her when I felt the warmth and grip of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic poke to move my cock in and out of her pussy. The feeling was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my female parent. Didn't seem to matter, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in short pants. I could find my physical structure temperature rise as I neared a climax, at the Same time my mother's ventilation became more ragged and I felt the muscles of her cunt contract and she began to give voiced sobbing noises. My member seemed to grow even harder and, which my mother holding me stringent in her cunt, my cock throbbed and began to inject its load into her warm pussy. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her cunt and laid down beside her, resting my psyche on her easy tits.

That was the beginning of a longsighted night. Three more meter my cock came erect and I was happy to get it on her and play along my early payload of seminal fluid with even more. In the other hours she woke me, put on her gown and call me go back to my own room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to schooling. The daughter always left first of all, their school being a little encourage than mine and their start time 15 instant earlier. They would stay to school tiffin but I came home plate to eat. I hated schoolhouse repast. Mum waved them goodbye from the presence room access, walked into the couch, put her hands up her bird and slid her knee pants to the storey.

"One more before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her skirt and exposing her snatch to my view.. I needed no second bidding, dropped pant and underpants my tool springing erect and ready. A few thrusts and I had put another lot of seminal fluid into her.

My father returned the next day and, my female parent forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her exploits were uncollectible and illegal to boot. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanour. My founding father must have put this down feather to his return because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's boob, bottom and pegleg at every opportunity ; if the family were present it would face like a free-and-easy accident. And we fucked all the time. After the young lady had gone off to school and lunchtime were the best chance. My mother taught me French kissing and I learned to lick and enjoy the taste of her bitch. She would bathe just before I was due home for the lunch period shtup academic session and I would notice her robed just in a towel.

If the above led you to believe that my mum was a melt off corker, you'd be wrong, she was unawares, fairly over-weight and although only in her latterly 30s had quite saggy tits which I came to have intercourse. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my second sister so there was never any danger of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more natural than for a son to natter his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and regain the lost light by emigrating to Commonwealth of Australia and I never saw her for some age.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum