I'm a randy eighteen-year-old virgin. The definitive geeky bookman who has never had a girlfriend. I haven't got a clue how to speak to girls, but I'm desperate to have sex. So, it has finally come this. I can't help it. I've got to do it…

It's a fiddling after midnight. I get out of bed and make my way softly along the landing place in the dark in my boxers and tee-shirt. I peek cautiously around her bedroom door. She appears to be sleeping peacefully. I creep into the room and approach the bed. I see the bottle of sleeping anovulatory drug on the bedside cabinet. She takes one every nighttime and she's out for the count until the morning. nix can waken her.

Still, my heart is thumping as I stand beside her, looking down at her, half expecting her to look at me with a confused expression on her side, even though I know she's unconscious.

"What are you doing ?"she would ask. This is what I'm doing. I reach out and take the quoin of the quilt, slowly peeling it away. She's laid on her back, naked. I gaze at her exposed breasts. They're big and round, even when she's lying down. They look so inviting.

I'm feeling even hornlike now, and I can find my erection beginning to grow. I've wanted to do this for ages, and tonight my need finally outweighs my fear. I hook a pollex into the front end of my boxers and pull them down far enough to set my cock free, tugging on it gently until my hard-on is complete. I gaze at her tit, struggling to hold in my breathing and keep as quiet as possible, though there's probably no want.

I stand right next to the bed, masturbating. I want to touch her, but I daren't, just in case.

She looks so passive and lovely. I want to osculate her lips. I want to palpate her breasts and squeeze them. I want to nurse her nipples.

The throb begins. Dare I go through with this ? I want to, but what if she wakes ? The combination of fear and fervour is arousing. I masturbate faster. The throbbing intensifies, and my heart thumps severely. defy I ? Too late now, I'm cumming ! At cobbler's last ! Several duncish spurts splash across her breasts. I panic and flavour at her face. No reaction. I feel elated. I've done it ! I've finally found the courage to do it, and I feel gravid !

I take a few moments to admire my handy study as I enjoy the feeling, then I take the wet rub and tissues from my pocket and start out to scavenge up my mess, ever so gently. Still, she doesn't stir.

The succeeding morning, I'm on tenterhooks, warning signal for the slightest hint that she knows what I've done, but there's nothing. The backup man is immense, and I know I must do it again.

It quickly becomes a nightly event, and after a twosome of calendar week I progress to cumming on her cheek, positive now that she doesn't feel a thing. I even undress and go in naked, already concentrated, already stroking myself.

It didn't take me farseeing to osculate her on the lips, and then begin massaging her white meat. They feel amazing. I've even started kissing her nipple, though only very gently. I desperately want to lactate them, but I daren't in example I wake her.

I know what's next. I want to cum in her rima oris, but that involves kneeling on the bed. I'm worried that might be decent for her to notice. I put my hands on the bed first, right next to her pillow, and gently apply some weight. As the mattress moves her face turns slightly towards me, but that's just gravitational attraction. She's definitely out cold.

touch sensation bolder, I get onto the bed on my knees. The extra weight turns her case completely towards me. Leaning over her, sideways across the bed, I support my weight on one hired man, and concern her mentum gently with the other. Just enough to part her lips.

I lean in and feel the tip of my cock graze against her lips and then her natural language. My essence is beating so fast and loud I can barely hear myself think. I cautiously move my pelvis back and forth, but her sass is too loose. There's no really contact or friction.

Balancing on one hand, I masturbate. It doesn't take longsighted before I'm cumming in her mouth.

I'm cumming in her mouth !

I can hardly conceive she still doesn't stir. No indigence to strip up after myself either. I kiss her lightly on the cheek and retreat to my own elbow room, my elation reaching new peak. My heart is soaring.

The following good morning I am kicking myself for being so dazed. My mind is filled with trepidation as I go downstairs for breakfast. Does she fuck ? Did she taste my cum in her sassing when she woke up ?

Her behaviour is perfectly formula. I guess she didn't.

The next dark, I hold her mentum, applying just enough imperativeness to get some clash from her mouth. I can thrust into her now. I'm fucking her mouthpiece ! Still no reaction from her. The reaction from me comes far too quickly, and I cum hard. As I withdraw, some of my cum dribbles out of her oral fissure and I have to carefully wipe up the mess.

I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I'd have the braveness, and I never thought the sleeping pills would be that strong.

For several nights in a row I have fucked her rima oris, sometimes cumming in her mouth, and sometimes on her face. She isn't always laid on her rachis. Sometimes I find her lying on her side with her case finale to the edge of the mattress, which means I can face-fuck her standing up. I have to fan out my legs panoptic to get to the the right way height, but I enjoy the variety.

I know what I want next, but can I get away with it ? Dare I actually do it ? I want to roll in the hay her. Properly. I want to cum in her. Surely, she would love the next dawn, wouldn't she ? I could use a rubber, but I don't want to. That would foil it. I want to be inside her properly. I want to cum in her, but wouldn't she feel all sticky when she awoke ? That's my biggest business concern, apart from her waking up while I'm still fucking her, of course. But I expected her to notice I'm cumming in her mouthpiece. I thought she would try it the next dawn, but it seems not. It must dry up during the night.

Dare I take this all the way ?

Yes. I must. I can't jib the temptation. She just lays there sleeping. All lovely and available, as if she's inviting me. Waiting for me.

The following eventide, I creep back into her bedroom as she sleeps. I've left it an 60 minutes later than common, hoping the sleeping birth control pill will deliver taken her even abstruse asleep by now, because I'm going to give birth to make a motion her tonight.

Naked, with my hard-on in helping hand, I approach her bed and peel the quilt all the way off her. I can see her completely naked for the inaugural time now in the dim half-light. She's laid on her back with her second joint slightly parted. I gaze between her legs and stand firm the enticement to she-bop until I cum all over her. She's clean shaven, which surprises my slightly, though I don't know why. Why wouldn't she be ?

I very carefully prompt her human knee further apart until she's fully exposed to me with her stage set and her coxa loose. I climb onto the bed between her feet and dispirited my face towards her jetty. She smells fresh and clean. A hint of the apple-scented scoop she likes to use. I imagine she has washed herself especially for tonight, as if she subconsciously knows what is going to come about and welcomes it. She wants me.

I kiss her lightly on the neat piffling folds of her labia and inhale her scent again. Then I gently run my spit all the way up her plication. No response. I avoid her clitoris. As much as I would love to lick and suck up it, I daren't risk overstimulating her and waking her up.

Parting her mouth with my fingerbreadth, I get muckle of spittle on my tongue and lap inside her, penetrating her very slightly with the tip. She lays still. No change in her breathing. Lying flatcar on the bed between her legs, I do it again, my tongue penetrating deeper this time. I do it several time before getting to my knees again. Then I suck the middle digit of my left helping hand, so it's as wet as I can lay down it. Stroking myself with my right-hand hand, I ease my finger inside her, almost painfully slowly, watching for even a lead of a reaction from her. There's nothing.

I withdraw my finger's breadth and wet it again. I can taste her. I like it. I gently penetrate her again, this time slowly sliding my finger in and out of her a few clock time. She continues to slumber, but she feels ready for me now.

I lick my fingers and wet my cock various times. I want to interpenetrate her easily, so I don't wake her.

I move into attitude, wetting my cock once more, and guiding the tip to her entry. I swallow hard. This is the most critical moment so far. My pump is thumping like looney. My concern gives me all the resistance I need to avoid plunging myself deeply inside her and fucking her in a frenzy.

I push the tip into her and feel the natural resistivity of her dead body. I pause, then push again, feeling her contribution for me, and my shaft slides into her, just a little. My heart is racing as I pause again, then I gradually facilitate myself all the way in.

The whole time, I'm studying her face for the slightest reply, and listening to her respiration, but there's no sign that she's stirring.

I can hardly consider it. My rock-hard cock is finally balls-deep inside her. I'm supporting my weight on my arms and I look down and admire her beautiful trunk laid beneath me. She seems perfectly relaxed and comfortable with this. I know she's completely oblivious, but she seems happy with it.

I begin to move my hip joint, sliding in and out of her, but still taking forethought to avoid any imperativeness or head stimulation on her button. If she wakes up now, I'm dead meat.

She fits me like a warm, wet boxing glove, and I can palpate her inner ridge massaging my cock as I glide in and out of her. It's a impression I can't describe ; a feeling beyond Scripture ; a feeling I have never experienced before. I realise with high spirits that I am no longer a virgin ! I know I'm not going to close long. I speed up a small, but it still feels frustratingly slow.

It's enough. I feel the get-go pulse rate, and I know I'm on the way. I continue at the same tread, feeling my cock heartbeat again and again, the urge to throw harder growing firm inside me.

I speed up again, fucking her as fast as I dare, which is still aggravatingly slow and placate, but I'm so turned on I don't need Thomas More. I hold myself still, buried deep inside her, mashing my dentition together to stifle the itch to groan aloud, as I cum hard, emptying spirt after squirt into her.

The notion of triumph and pleasure comes in a rush. I've finally done it ! I've fucked her at last ! I've cum in her !

When I'm done, I very carefully call back, and kneel between her ramification. I reach for the wet wipes and tissue I always bring with me, and cautiously sporting her up as much as I can. Then I slid off the bed, replace her quilt, and return to my room.

I hardly dare show my typeface the following morning. This is mash clip. Am I dead heart and soul now, or what ?

nothing. Not a hint that's she's remotely aware of what I did to her last night. I got away with it ! If she hasn't noticed once, she won't posting again. I can do her every nighttime, now !

The second sentence I fuck her, she's laid on her side, with one knee bent in front of her, so I straddle her direct leg. I prepare her with a wet finger, as I did the nighttime before, then alleviate myself back inside her. She feels tighter in this stead, so I'm supernumerary slow and careful. Eventually, I'm balls-deep inside her again, and I begin to sway my hips.

My boastful fear now is that I'll get too enthusiastic and arouse her up, and it's a tangible struggle to preserve my step slow and gentle. At to the lowest degree taking my time means I can enjoy her, but that just scuffle my mental capacity. Part of me wants it to be over in a jiffy so I don't get caught, part of me wants to love myself as long as possible, and another part of me just wants to fuck her in a delirium and cum hard and brassy, deep inside her.

Anyway, it doesn't take tenacious before I feel the tell-tale throbbing, slowly gliding all the way in and out of her as I cum in her again, my eubstance shaking as I struggle to control my thrusting and remain silent.

On the third night she's laid flatbed on her backbone again, but like a sea star, legs splayed as if she's expecting me. I wonder if, subconsciously, she is.

I enjoy slow-fucking her again, taking my time, and admiring her body as it rocks slightly in speech rhythm with my gentle jabbing. I feel my orgasm edifice and increase my tempo just a piffling. Just as it builds to a crescendo, a moment before that surging release, she suddenly wraps her legs around mine, locking me in. She bear-hugs me, pulling me down onto her as she grinds her hips in rhythm with mine.

"Oh god yes ! ”, she cries."roll in the hay me ! Cum in me !"

I panic, but I'm trapped, and it's too belated anyway. I cum hard, as she grabs my head and kisses me forcefully on the lip, still bucking her hip as I continue to unload in her.

The moment she releases me I leap off the bed and back up against the wardrobe, my marrow hammering like I'm about to induce a heart attack. I can't breathe. I'm a suddenly man walking.

"No, it's okeh, honestly !"she cries, holding a script out towards me."It's okay !"

I can't move. I can't speak. I'm frozen to the spot.

"I know you've been doing this to me for a while. I can taste it. I can sense it the succeeding morning. I don't mind. I really don't ! I didn't take my tablet tonight. I wanted to feel what you were doing to me. I liked it. Tomorrow nighttime, I won't make-believe to be asleep. We can do it together properly."

She's grin at me now. This is insane. She motions me to join her."cum on. Get back on the bed and dedicate me a cuddle."

I still can't move, though my heart has just about stopped trying to perforate a hole in my chest to make its escape.

"Come on,"she rustle, smiling again."Come and nest your mother."

I finally slacken a little, and nervously climb onto the bed. She holds out her subdivision, and I lay next to her as she cuddles me into her.

"I'm pleased and flattered that you find me so attractive,"she whispers,"though I'm not surprised really ”.

I know what she means, and she's not being self-important about her spirit, even though she is stunning. Most people would guess a young guy fancying his own mother is fucked up, even if she is as hot as mine, but my family call for ‘ fucked up'to a whole new grade. You see my mother isn't just my female parent. She's also my sister. Well, half-sister, technically. My mother's father was my sire, too.

How did that happen ? My mom was the sole child of a formula happy couple, but she was only 13 when her mom died. It hit her and dad really hard. She couldn't sleep unless she cuddled up to him every night. They became physically close at an age when she was changing. Her body was rapidly transforming from missy to very shapely womanhood. Mom told me they clung onto each early for aroused selection, and affair gradually became sexual from a deep mutual need. She was fourteen when she fell pregnant, and fifteen when I was born. They remained a couple ever since.

Fucked up, like I said, and I guess I've inherited the incest gene. It was inevitable perhaps, because it's on both sides of my parentage. Which is actually the Saami side.

I started fancying Mom as soon as puberty kicked in. For some reason I was always able to see her the way my protagonist did, as the hot milf in the school. She was new that everyone else's mom of course of action, which helped. And drop-dead gorgeous with big tit, skinny waist, and a curvy ass.

Discovering the joys of masturbation, my hot-milf mom was a natural inclusion in my fantasy banking company alongside popstars, celebrities, and pornstars.

When her dad, our dad, died about xviii months ago, it really messed her up. I had never been that close to him, partly because of the age gap, and partly because he had to work very farsighted hours in low-paid work to make terminal meet while Mom caught up on her education. I rarely saw practically of him. I came to term with his destruction quicker and easier.

Fortunately, Mom found study as a existent acres agent after graduating and was starting to do well financially when he died, so we were okay on that score, but she fell apart for a while emotionally.

The doctor prescribed sleeping contraceptive pill for her, and that was the start of a phantasy inspired by porn videos I had seen of drunken women getting fucked in their eternal sleep, often by their begetter, sidekick, or son.

At first it was just a fantasy I would wank to before sleeping, but it grew too strong and so, here I am, lying in my mother's arms after she caught me fucking her.

The succeeding thing I know it's morning. I open my heart and final stage dark rushes back. I'm instantly encompassing awake. I glance over at mom. She's facing me but still sleeping. She looks so beautiful I could cum all over her face. beginning, I need the bathroom.

I slide back into bed carefully, not wanting to trouble her, and lay looking at her. I lift the quilt to gaze at her awesome body and quickly build up an hard-on, which I slowly stroke.

She opens her middle, and smiles when she sees me. She has such a beautiful grinning. Her whole font lights up and her eye glister. I need to cum on her. Or in her.

She rolls away from me and say me to snuggle into her. I pause for a second. How will she react to my erection poking her in the back ? After finish night, I hope she won't be too phased. I slide across towards her, putting an arm around her and making body-to-body contact.

"Oh my ! You're not the just one who's awake early !"

"Sorry, Mom,"I quickly reply, pulling away.

"No, it's mulct. Let me go to the lav, and then we'll form it out for you."

I can't consider my pinna. She gets out of bed, naked, and grinning at me as she heads for the bathroom.

I watch her sexy soundbox with a dullard smiling on my face, and an mind blossoming in my thinker. I kick off the quilt and lie on my back with one arm behind my head, masturbating slowly. I can't believe a have the nerve to be so bodacious. What has happened to me ?

Mom gasps, and then giggles as she walks in and sees me.

"well, aren't you looking cock-sure this morning ! And why not ? That's a cock to be proud of. It's very impressive."

She gets back on the bed and turns to present me.

"Let me take tutelage of that for you,"she rustling, pushing my hand away and curling her finger around my hard-on. My turn to gasp, as she slowly pumps her fist up and down the entire length of my set peter. I watch in unbelief. No-one has ever touched me there before, and now my own mother is masturbating me ! It feels amazing. I groan in satisfaction.

"Let me take guardianship of this quickly for you, son. Then you can slack up. At your age it won't take you long to regain, and then we can rent our time and really enjoy ourselves."

I just nod, dumbstruck. This is unreal. She speeds up and in minute my stopcock begins to throb like a pharos. My body tenses, my articulatio coxae jerk involuntarily, and I moan loudly. As my orgasm erupts, Mom leans down and takes the tip of my prick between her sassing. Her timing is complete, and I yell loudly as I explode in her sass, repeatedly, for various seconds.

My chief collapses back onto the pillow. I'm breathing hard. This is mental. Mom getting me off is a way giving turn-on than doing it myself while I watch her sleeping had ever been.

She drains my balls and poke my cock clean, swallowing all my cum before she lays beside me with her school principal on my chest, and one leg across mine. I am too overmaster, and satisfied, to speak.

Mom knows I have zero experience with girls. Is that why she has forgiven me, and is now helping me out ?

"Now that everything is out in the unresolved son, I can instruct you how to do things to please a little girl as well as yourself. Would that be okay ?"

"Of course, Mom. I want it to be sound for you too,"I manage to answer, honestly.

She looks up at me, puts her handwriting on my face, and kisses me softly on the lips. Rolling on top of me, she begins kissing me properly, pushing her natural language into my mouth, and I learn how to react in sort. Our hands begin to drift as we explore each early's bodies.

She straddles my waist and sits up, so that I can admire and touch her big grievous bosom. She teaches me how to play with her tit and gasps in delight as I master the skill. I marvel at how strong her pap become. She moves and leans over me so that I can imbibe each nipple as I continue to feel and hug her breasts, and she is soon cooing and moaning in joy.

She is stroking my tool and I realise it is rock-hard again.

"The way you play with my pinhead and mamilla turns me on, son. Feel how wet you've made me,"she rustling. I reach down between her thigh. Her labia are wet. I slide one digit inside her. She is much wetter than I have ever felt her before. Wet with her own juice rather than my saliva.

"I want you,"she voicelessness."I need you. Now."I nod eagerly.

She straddles me again and, holding my cock with one deal, she slowly lower herself onto me. We both gasp with pleasure as she takes my full distance inside her in one graceful movement.

Sitting up straight on top of me, she tells me to lie still, as she begins to hustle and circle her pelvis slowly. I can not describe how in effect it feels. I marvel at the view of my mother's beautiful, sexy, naked organic structure as she rides me.

Her tempo gradually increases as she begins to moan and rest harder. She leans forward over me, supporting her weight on her deal, and tells me to play with her boobs again. I feel her grinding herself rhythmically against my pubic bone and her moan grow louder.

"Squeeze my knocker hard, baby,"she urges me as she grinds her hip into me harder and faster, moaning even louder.

"Harder baby. Make your mom cum !"

I squeeze her boobs and jot her nipple as hard as I dare. She gasps and squeals, her tread becoming frenetic as she rides me difficult and harder until she almost screams, and I know she is cumming. My mother is cumming on my cock !

She collapses onto me, breathing hard.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you. I needed that. I thought my sexual itch had gone, but you've reawakened them. Coming into my room and using my body for sex every Nox has turned me on again."

She kisses and nestle me, breathing hard through her nose as she recovers. My hands travel down to her ass, and I squeeze both cheeks as I begin to wander my pelvic arch beneath her, feeling myself sliding in and out of her. She moans again.

"Your bend now, baby ”, she rustling, and rolls off me onto her back. I scramble between her stage and she guides me back inside her."Go for it, sister. I'm all yours."

Supporting my free weight on my hand so that I can look down at her, I begin pumping my hip joint. I don't need to be slow and gentle anymore. I thrust into her as hard and as fast as I can, as she whispers boost between her moans of pleasure.

She lifts her knees up towards her chest and William Tell me to come up onto my stifle."You can make love me harder this way, baby."

She's in good order, and I begin slamming myself into her, her torso jerking almost violently with each knife thrust. After several minutes of pounding my mother relentlessly, I'm perspiration and breathing hard, but the tell-tale impulse begins. My orgasm is on its way. I hammer myself into her even harder. She's squealing and moaning in exaltation as my sexual climax boils over, and I groan loudly as I release myself into her in various muscular squirt. I have just cum in my mother, with her full knowledge and consent !

It's my bend to collapse on top of her, panting hard from the elbow grease of fucking her properly for the get-go time. We kiss and cuddle again as I recover, and then Mom suggests we get a shower bath together.

Standing close under the shower, we let the ardent piss cascade over our consistency as we kiss and cuddle again. Then Mom reaches for the soap and we take bout washing each other all over. We require our time, and Mom is amused by how long I take washing her booby, but she spends the same clip washing my cock. Inevitably, I get another hard-on.

"Ready to go again already ?"She grins at me."Well, you've already cum in my back talk and my quim this forenoon, so you might as well cum in my thirdly fix, too. Get the complete set in one go."

My eyes are wide."You mean… ?"

She grins and nods. Reaching for the bottleful of conditioner, she squirts some onto my fingers."This works well as a lubricant. Put one fingerbreadth in my coffin nail and study it in and out for a while."

She cuddles me as I do as I'm told, and she moans."Mmm, I'd bury how good that feels."

She reaches for the conditioner again."Two fingers this meter, baby. Then three. Then I'll be quick for you."

I cuddle my Mom and we kiss again. I rub my hard cock against her stomach, as I enjoy sliding my fingers in and out of her buttocks for a short piece. She moans into my mouth.

"Let me turn around."

She turns away from me, and leans against the wall, curving her cover, and pushing her butt out towards me. I step behind her, and part her cheek with my thumbs. I pause for a minute and reach for the conditioner, coating my cock with a generous screening. I guide the tip to Mom's little puckered hole and get-up-and-go gently. Feeling the pressure level, she pushes back against me, and I'm surprised how easily I enter her. We both groan with pleasance as my cock slides full-length into her ass. It looks awful.

I begin to roll up my hips and she pushes against me, matching my speech rhythm. She moans loudly."So good… so good."

I realise she's stroking her clitoris. She's getting herself off on her son fucking her in the ass ! This is totally surreal, and an unbelievable turn-on. My thrusting gathers pace, and I feel her clenching her stub muscle to add to the stimulation. I'm shocked how quickly it takes me over the edge.

"Oh, Mom. I'm gon na cum again."

"That's it, baby. nookie me severe. Cum in Mommy's ass. Mommy's cumming, too !"

Mom squeals and her knee buckle as she cums. I grab her articulatio coxae and sustain her up as I thrust harder, squirting my cum deep into her ass as she continues to orgasm.

The piss is still cascading over us as we kiss and cuddle again. I love making out with my mom.

Our lips parting for a moment and she looks up at me."I would get it on to spend all day fucking my son, but I'm getting hungry, and you need to eat to maintain your vigor. You're going to need it ! Let's have breakfast. We can roll in the hay again later."

I can't trust how enthusiastic my mom is about this. I really thought I was as good as dead last night, but I couldn't have been Thomas More wrong.

We go to our rooms to crop, and I head down to the kitchen to connect my female parent, my sister, and my lover. I wonder if I'm the only guy in the world who can say that while I'm talking about only one cleaning woman. Whatever. I don't care. Walking into the kitchen I see my mother, sister, and lover standing at the mesa with her cover to me, and I know I'm the lucky guy in the human race to have her .