For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the unvoiced chores for her. I ca n't even retrieve my Father, but I can still clearly think the first time I ever had the fortune to spy on my Mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the can, with her attire up around her waist. There was no pubic hair seeable. 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 salubrious 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 cleaning woman. She is a serious mate than any of my friends. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed performing with my erect peter under the blankets, when Mum came into my elbow room. I quickly stopped all the apparent movement that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite quick 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 have other friends 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 wear out them or wrapped them around my shaft when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't know about my illusion and I was n't about to narrate her about them, either.
Mum, had started to shower small-scale loving duties onto me, just after I turned 14 and she had found out that I was getting erecting. She did n't eff how well acquire my cock and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just inadequate of ejaculation, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my chamber more often and her wearable began to get more than skimpy every time. Then one good morning when she came in. I could tell that she did n't take in much on under her neglige, I could n't see any affair. These visits became more patronise, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual departure. I could n't very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did need 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 seat view or a view of her tits down her blouse from the front. 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 dame, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the rug watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Sunday newsprint that was lying on the floor nearby. The paper was in several part, 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 Gemini crescents of her white scanty. I leaned forward to get a dependable panorama of her total round thigh and her sexy ass. She took an awfully long clock time picking up the several contribution of the theme, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full length on the press threshold that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief import I realised that Mum was bending over for my welfare, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those fiddling temptations slid into stead. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those trivial glimpse of her goodies. It too good 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 next hebdomad was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking turns at both parts. She kept up the formula of revealing her charms. 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 assist sense my firmly dick against her belly. started praising her more. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would back away into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get to a greater extent daring and then pull in 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 break finally came, it was all so elementary. It was Sat morning, a very warm 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 Lapp golf skirt on and was bringing more bacon and eggs to put on my plate. She stood right on 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 genu to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the politic, soft hide of her shapely leg.
Mum stood origin still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of heat billow through me. But I just kept on moving my hired man up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm fullness of her beautifully sharpen thigh. Mum still did n't move. time seemed to stretch out out to eternity. I started to fondle the thigh more, squeezing the voiced flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to slack up and I heard a trench suspiration. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the barriers. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so good, love. '' 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 head against her boob as I ran both paw up and down that magnificent bare thigh. Finally I slid my handwriting to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her privates - and wow ! My fingers encountered nada but curly whisker and indulgent damp flesh - no panty ! I soon had both hands up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the early exploring the smooth, firm cerebral 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 ripe look at her sexy 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 flooring. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stood my wonderful mother, completely naked ! Her big, full teat stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight unit, the pinkish-brown tit sticking out long and hard. Her broad hips flared out from her firm shank. Her slightly rounded belly with its moderately umbilicus curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an abundance of thick, crispy dark-brown hair, through which I could see the self-conceited lips of her pussy. Mum turned slowly in front man of me to give me a aspect of her out-thrust, very sexy ass. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy tweed, with that exciting morose vale dividing its scrumptious one-half. Mum spread her stage apart and bent over in front end of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right in my face and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting junction of her second joint and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the same time tugging at my shorts to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counterpunch, 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 head of my rigid pecker against her slit. Mum reached a hand back between her stage to help me direct 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 sense good !
I was soon in Mum 's cunt right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the starting time time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a marvelous batch - my mother 's au naturel ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my felicitous stopcock deeper inside her wildly unforced twat ! I put my sleeve around her to grab hold 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 thrust lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would have lifted her up onto the counter with the force of my ass. 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 sustain as much of my firmly cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious feeling started spreading from the principal of my cock through to my groin, I knew I was about to come, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went wild. Man, could she propel her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a little drawstring of oohs and aahs and then a farsighted drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me advertise her hard against the comeback and pin her there as my cum guess into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the throw 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 shaft was still buried thick inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a grand ass she had given me, it was - our first, but sure as netherworld it was n't to be our net !
When I finally pulled my pecker out of her cunt she led me defenseless to her bedroom, as we got to her big double bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my back, on the bed, she spread her leg wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and take my, cock into my hot, slippery, come filled cunt. We spent the rest of the morn fiercely ass, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After dejeuner I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the sofa room rug, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a crusade 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 up buttocks I was still trying to get my cock into her. Then as I finally got her into the back nates, 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 washed-out sleep, in each other's limb, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next cockcrow I was awakened by mum sucking on my put up turncock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the sixty-nine position so I could clamp my mouth around her hot bitch rim. It was the best breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my to the highest degree yummy breakfast