For as foresighted 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 remember the first base clip I ever had the chance to spy on my mother. She was in the can, sitting on the toilet, with her apparel up around her waist. There was no pubic hair visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't hold a noise, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any healthy pubescent 14 twelvemonth old boy would do, when he was spying on any uprise fair sex, female parent 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 putz under the mantle, when Mum came into my elbow room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my stopcock. I was n't quite fast enough in stopping. `` You should n't feature to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living finisher to town, and then you 'd have other champion 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 knee pants that I kept hidden in my room. 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 hump about my fancy and I was n't about to severalise her about them, either.
Mum, had started to lavish small loving duties onto me, just after I turned XIV and she had found out that I was getting erections. She did n't do it how well developed my pecker and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just myopic of ejaculation, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedchamber more often and her clothing began to get Sir Thomas More skimpy every metre. Then one aurora when she came in. I could tell that she did n't sustain 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 degree where I needed intimate passing. I could n't very well secernate Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did desire to. It was around that time 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 things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear purview or a view of her boob down her blouse from the social movement. 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 abruptly golf skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to clean up the Sunday newspaper publisher that was lying on the floor nearby. The newspaper publisher was in several surgical incision, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short dame went way up over her thigh, even revealing the twin crescents of her white panties. I leaned forward to get a secure opinion of her wide turn thigh and her sexy ass. She took an awfully long clip picking up the versatile parts of the composition, much longer um started wearing than requisite. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full moon length on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that abbreviated instant I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, 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 small glimpses of her kickshaw. It too respectable to be true up, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do Sir Thomas More than just invite ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would happen ? The next hebdomad was a cat-and-mouse secret plan, with the two of us taking turns at both region. She kept up the pattern of revealing her charm. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the hugs, kissing foresightful, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't help finger my hard cock against her belly. started praising her Thomas More. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would back away into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more daring 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 things just worked out. When the intermission finally came, it was all so simple. It was Sat break of the day, a very lovesome day for the end of Apr. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a pair of shorts. Mum had the Saami golf skirt on and was bringing Sir Thomas More Sir Francis Bacon and eggs to put on my plate. She stood right beside me, almost touching me, much stuffy than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her interior thigh from her knee to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the smooth, soft hide of her shapely leg.
Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of warmth surge through me. But I just kept on moving my manus up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm fullness of her beautifully tapered second joint. Mum still did n't go. Time seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to caress the thigh more, squeezing the gentle flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to unbend and I heard a abstruse sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sorting of letting down the barrier. She put her arm around my neck 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 principal against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that glorious bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the interior of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow ! My fingers encountered zippo but curly haircloth and lenient damp flesh - no panty ! I soon had both hands up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her peg farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so bed good, so good, honey ! ``
I tried to displume Mum 's skirt up so I could get a respectable flavor at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a instant, honey, let me slip it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the short dame 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 stomach my grand Mother, completely nude ! Her big, wide mamilla stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown mamilla sticking out long and hard. Her broad rosehip flared out from her house waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty bellybutton curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an teemingness of thick, crispy brown tomentum, through which I could see the egotistical backtalk of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front of me to reach me a view of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting sour vale dividing its luscious half. Mum spread her stage apart and bent-grass over in forepart of me, thrusting her rattling ass right hand in my face and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting colligation of her thighs and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same time tugging at my trunks 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 top dog of my rigid pecker against her slit. Mum reached a hand back between her stage to avail me channelize my cock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my cock deeper into her creamy puss. Man did it ever feel proficient !
I was soon in Mum 's slit right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the for the first time time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous sight - my mother 's bare ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy putz deeper inside her wildly willing puss ! I put my arms around her to grab clutches of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my cock into her. I was ramming into Mum so hard now that every poking lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would suffer lifted her up onto the counter with the force of my shag. Mum was giving it back to me with a warmth. There was plenteousness of power in her replete thighs and liberal ass. Her bitch was hungry to receive as much of my heavily cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delightful feeling started spreading from the head of my cock through to my seawall, I knew I was about to hail, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and slit just went wild. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a piddling string of oohs and aahs and then a recollective drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me push her tough against the buffet and pin her there as my cum shot into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the cam stroke of her own shattering 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 interior of her catching, squeezing cunt.
What a frightful nooky she had given me, it was - our first, but sure as Scheol it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her pussy she led me naked to her bedroom, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a button and as she landed on my spinal column, on the bed, she spread her legs wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and repel my, cock into my hot, slippery, come filled slit. We spent the rest of the daybreak fiercely screw, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge room rug, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a parkway 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 endorse buns I was still trying to get my prick 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 clothes off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted nap, in each early's weapon system, felicitous and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next morn I was awakened by mum sucking on my erect putz. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the ilxx post so I could clamp my mouth around her hot puss back talk. It was the safe breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my virtually delicious breakfast