Ever since my early teenage years when i started to understand the difference between a boy and girl i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my tending, rather just something in my intellect that was attracted to the sense of taboo of being with an one-time womanhood coupled with that same womanhood being the most of import person in my spirit.

My mother is not a super manakin, near citizenry would n't blink twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very little she could do wrong in my eyes. She was of average altitude, blonde hair that sat around her shoulder blades, mass medium build and mediocre breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ year old mother would dress and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

I have an honest-to-god babe who is 3 yr my senior ; and while I had the odd fleeting fantasy about her, they were always just that, a fleeting moment that i would never imagine coming true.

As a young teenager life at home I remember diving through the grime washing trying to find out mums bras and pantie to obliterate away in my elbow room for a few Clarence Day before i 'd return them hoping to fend off suspicion. I didnt really make love what to do with them in my self-command but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her chest. I remember returning to my elbow room one day and my current hoard of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my female parent never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my mother did n't experience the same way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or upshot the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever happen, i moved out, got hook up with and started a family of my own.

Now i am 30 years old and my mother is approaching her 60th birthday but i never grew out of the taboo phantasy i started as a teenager. To this day, i never thought anything would ever eventuate from it, but that all changed late live on year.

My mother and father had started a piffling redevelopment labor to keep themselves busy in the early on years of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 days a week in town and left mum at habitation tinkering away at odd task. One good afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the table trying to stain the table legs. When she saw me enter the doorway she slowly rolled out from under the table and gradually stretch out up, clearly in some pain. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

After she explained her chore, and promised she felt alright i suggested she Christian Bible herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't interest about me ''.

I jokingly said `` wellspring at least let me give you a piffling massage so you can stand up straight ''.

To which her response was `` Ok, I guess i deserve a little break ''.

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should take her top off to keep off getting stain on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the elbow room my mother was laying face down on the tack in just her underdrawers and a bra. I proceeded to warm up the moisturising emollient in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and shoulder. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my thinker and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my helping hand as low on her back as i could and made surely i was making plenty of contact with the side of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt great and asked if i could rub her sura aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my drive on the her low-toned legs, admiring the slight purview of her ass through her tightly fitting denim short. I slowly worked upwards behind her genu and onto the pep pill surface area of her legs where her underdrawers finished. I could only slide the very ends of my fingers under her shorts but no further before the material hindered progress. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No time lag, that felt gravid, give me a second '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her drawers before assuming her position on the bed again. `` Please massage my quadruplet too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in nothing but her underwear i obliged and massaged her upper berth leg, leaning into it more and more just as an exculpation to get my face closer to her ass. As i neared the radical of her ass i made the conclusion to casually massage continuously back to her humbled rachis to judge her reaction. To my surprisal my female parent didnt flinch, nor remark about my legal brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to bulk large around her low-pitched spinal column before skipping across back to the speed part of her leg.

It was here i got the first indication of my life that my mother may be thinking the same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her second joint she slightly spread her legs providing a piddling Thomas More access code. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist fully of she sheets in the outgrowth too.

I clumsily let my finger overtake the outside of her panty on a cheeky stroke and noticed a slight wince from my mother, but still no gossip, or asking to stop. One more than accidently impinging with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to stop me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's humbled back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the speed part of her legs. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to roll over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this time a little lower, and moved my script up inside her panties on to her ass nerve, trying to make my purpose clear.

She let out a fragile giggle and commented `` What are you doing now ? ``

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her panty down off her ass and kiss her right cheek. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for yr, the one i could think back from her dirty wash all those long time ago.

With her panties now around her thighs she opened her peg as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with deliberate base on balls over the lips of her now exposed kitty-cat. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her panties and presented herself on her back, knees bent and legs spread.

Neither of us were saying anything at this moment, rather the lust of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mothers pussy in a situation i could previously only aspiration of.

I 'm not sure why but we did n't do anything more than me enjoying my mother, after a few cries of excitement from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no inept feelings, just my female parent and i held in a stopping point embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her clothes back on, offered to pee-pee a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my female parent has n't changed, it is of course of study our undercover, but we dont talk about it nor know it. Whilst i hope every day it will happen again i am very grateful it happened at all .