For as hanker as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the severely chores for her. I ca n't even remember my Fatherhood, but I can still clearly remember the first time I ever had the chance to spy on my female parent. She was in the privy, sitting on the toilet, with her wearing apparel up around her waist. There was no pubic hair seeable. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't pretend a noise, I just stood there staring at my mother there like any respectable pubescent fourteen year old boy would do, when he was spying on any grown woman, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful adult female. 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 erect prick under the blankets, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the movement that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite prompt enough in stopping. `` You should n't have to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living finisher to town, and then you 'd have other Friend 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 pair of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either bust them or wrapped them around my cock when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't be intimate about my fantasy and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish small loving duty onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting hard-on. She did n't know how well developed my cock and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of ejaculation, so I did n't live what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedroom more often and her clothing began to get more skimpy every time. Then one good morning when she came in. I could tell that she did n't have much on under her wrapper, I could n't see any thing. These visits became more sponsor, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed intimate firing. 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 short circuit 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 things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear view or a view of her mamilla down her blouse from the front. They were all just the little thing, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should suffer been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a shortstop golf skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that outflow. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Sun newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The paper was in several subdivision, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the shank and the short skirt went way up over her second joint, even revealing the couple crescents of her white panties. I leaned forward to get a better view of her replete round second joint and her aphrodisiac ass. She took an awfully prospicient time picking up the assorted parts of the paper, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the observation in the wide distance on the wardrobe door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief mo I realised that Mum was bending over for my welfare, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those little temptations slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glance of her goodies. It too good to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do Thomas More than just lure ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would encounter ? The next hebdomad was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking good turn at both part. 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 longer on the squeeze, kissing longer, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't help palpate my severe shaft against her venter. started praising her more. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would crawfish into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more boldness and then pull back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if affair just worked out. When the falling out finally came, it was all so simple. It was Saturday cockcrow, a very strong day for the end of Apr. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a distich of shorts. Mum had the Saame golf skirt on and was bringing more Bacon and eggs to put on my photographic plate. She stood right 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 articulatio genus to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the politic, soft skin of her shapely leg.
Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a moving ridge of heat billow through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm mellowness of her beautifully tapered thigh. Mum still did n't move. clip seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to fondle the second joint more, squeezing the gentle flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to relax and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the roadblock. She put her arm around my neck opening and said, `` Oooooh, that feeling oh ! Ahhh ! so good, honey. '' She set down the pan on a home base. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my head against her breast as I ran both workforce up and down that magnificent bare second joint. 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 hair and soft damp flesh - no panty ! I soon had both work force up there, one snuggling that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemisphere of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so fucking good, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to pull Mum 's skirt up so I could get a good flavour at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a mo, honey, let me err it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the little doll and stepped out of it as it dropped to the level. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stood my terrific mother, completely naked ! Her big, wide titty stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown nipples sticking out long and hard. Her large-minded hips flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its jolly navel curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of thick, crisp dark-brown hair, through which I could see the swollen back talk of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to contribute me a sentiment of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, unit of ammunition and smooth, creamy whitened, with that exciting iniquity valley dividing its delicious half. Mum spread her legs apart and knack over in battlefront of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right field in my typeface and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting junction of her thighs and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with buss at the same clock time tugging at my short to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island sideboard, where she laid her principal and spread out her branch, 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 pegleg to serve me guide 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 unspoiled !
I was soon in Mum 's snatch 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 good deal - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy cock deeper inside her wildly uncoerced slit ! I put my arms around her to grab custody of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my hammer 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 accept lifted her up onto the tabulator with the force of my fucking. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was plenty of business leader in her good thighs and broad ass. Her snatch was hungry to let as much of my hard turncock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious notion started spreading from the head of my cock through to my groin, I knew I was about to follow, I began to puff and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went gaga. Man, could she strike her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a little chain of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me push her heavy against the counter and pin her there as my cum slam 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 frightful shtup she had given me, it was - our get-go, but sure as hell on earth it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my tool out of her cunt she led me naked to her bedroom, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a thrust and as she landed on my book binding, on the bed, she spread her wooden leg wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and drove my, cock into my hot, slippery, do filled pussy. We spent the residue of the morning fiercely screwing, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge way carpet, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a drive out into the nation, 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 rear end I was still trying to get my cock into her. Then as I finally got her into the back seat, I climbed mighty 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 wipe out eternal sleep, in each other's weapons system, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next sunrise I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect cock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the sixty-nine position so I could clamp my oral cavity around her hot pussy lips. It was the best breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my well-nigh delicious breakfast