My name is Josh, and i 'm 18 and heres my story about my first fuck with mom.
I must confess that I have always fantasized about my mother.
Sigmund Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more overt than
normal, I think. She generally has always stayed in great flesh
by running and exercising, and has a great trunk naturally. I
would often see her fall base from exercising, wearing suddenly
shorts and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and
frequently had onanism phantasy about her. My wife looks
very much like my mother did when she was new, and I often
pretend to myself that When I was in gamy school, my dad was
working even, so if did n't go out, we were generally the only
ones at home base. This was no big deal, as most good afternoon I had
basketball game practice, and
was out most evenings, either at my part-time job at a grocery
stock, or partying with friends.
Once, when I came home from school, she was in the back yard,
sunning herself. She did n't hear me access, and I stood and
watched her for a hanker time. She was wearing a white-hot Bikini, and
had pulled the spine up into the cheeks of her ass to eliminate as
much tan line as possible. From behind her, I could see wisps of
pubic hair out the side of the suit, gliding up to her one shot ass.
The shoulder strap of the two-piece top were untied, as she was facing down,
and appeared to be asleep. She stirred as I approached her from
the front line, lifting up slightly, exposing the top of the inning and face of her
with child, assail breasts.
`` Oh, Josh, '' she said, `` I did n't hump that you were home
already. '' Appearing a little humiliated, she tied her top
securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mound still
hung out of the Bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and
headed toward the back door. `` I have dinner in the oven, '' she
explained, `` so I thought I might get in some sun. '' In her haste
to cover her top one-half, she had neglected to attract the derriere out
of her ass, so I could n't help but stare as it swayed back and
Forth River with each slow footfall that she took in front of me. I
realized that I had a raging hard-on, and took tutelage to keep her
from noticing.
When we got into the theatre, she excused herself to change out
of her two-piece, while I went to my room to put away my Holy Writ. As I
passed the lord bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed
that the door was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, I
could see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly. As
she took the top off, she paused, fondling her boob. Her
delicate hired hand cupped them, and pressed them together. She then
brought her fingers to each teat, gently circling them respective
times before pinching each nipple, one at a time. I saw her mouth
form an `` Oh ! '' as she continued to massage them.
Slowly, her hands glided down over her flat venter,
massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the oddment
of suntan oil that was still on her body. As her forget hand
remained on her belly, her right continued into her swim suit
bottom, to her snatch. I could see that she had made contact with
her puss, as she arched her back, looked up at the cap, and
then pinched her center closed. She continued to rub down her pussy
beneath her causa for some metre, then began to slowly remove the
bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her
thighs. Her pussy, wet as an sea, glistened from the ignite
entering her window. Well covered with a silky John Brown Dubyuh, it was
parted far enough to bring out a plump set of backtalk, covered with her
juices. As she finished removing her suit of clothes, she slid up on to the
bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her human knee and bringing
her metrical foot to her rear, she spread her legs completely, to allow
her fingers fix admittance to her pussy. She very delicately
caressed the area around her cunt, only occasionally brushing her
fiery rim with her fingers, and shuddering each metre that she
did. Gradually moving toward the snapper of her cunt, she expertly
spread her cuntal lips, massaging them up and down with her first
and third finger's breadth. Occasionally, she allowed the secondment fingerbreadth to
caress her button, causing her entire body to sway with crave, as
she emitted a throaty moan.
Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night board, to get
her sun tan oil, and, in the process, moved out of my line of
plenty. Figuring that she was beyond paying tending to the
details around her, I opened the door a trivial bit advance, so
that I would be capable to see the intact room. The squeaker that the
threshold made caught her tending briefly, as she looked up blankly,
but did n't look to see me. Going back to her oil, she popped the
top of it, and applied it liberally to her front end, from neck to
torso, and began to knead it in. Her total soundbox now glistened
before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her stallion body with
oil. Rolling over on her work force and knees, she reached back
between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her twat,
grazing her anus with another. After massaging both maw for
some time, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while
simultaneously finger-fucking her snatch. Her oil-covered teat
swayed, as she maintained her balance with her left mitt on the
headboard while her right wing had its way with her. She moaned
excitedly as her rhythm increased gradually along with her
intensity. Her hired man was now rubbing her pussy violently, as her
hips bucked in time with her digit. Her huge breasts were now
bouncing violently as her consistency rocked up and down, back and forth.
Her breathing was grave, and her moaning more frequent and loud.
I 'm for sure that I could have entered the elbow room unnoticed at this
time, but I did n't. I continued to watch her until she slumped,
motionless to the bed, and left for the sustenance elbow room to become on the
telly, so that I could pretend that I had been watching it
the completely time.
After a few minutes, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling
pans, getting ready for dinner party. She called me in shortly
thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat. mom was wearing a
t-shirt and boxers, and I could n't avail but think about how she
looked without them on. It was n't until she got under the light
at the kitchen table that I could clearly see that she was n't
wearing a bra. Her tit showed clearly through in that light,
and I stared at them the intact time I helped her set the table.
Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we exchanged
the typical small-talk throughout. She asked about school and
work, and I provided the usual, deadening response. When she got up
from the table to get more milk, I noticed that the buttons on the
incline of her running boxershorts were unbuttoned all the way up,
revealing even more of her foresightful, bronze, smooth legs as she
walked. When she bent over to reach into the icebox, she
seemed to purposefully flex at the waist, lifting the rise up flap on
her shorts. She clearly was not wearing panties beneath these
shorts, and I could see the better part of her daily round, overweight left
face. I was getting harder by the second, and it was unmanageable
to keep from staring at her body throughout the sleep of the meal.
I helped her scavenge up the looker, and my horniness subsided
for the fourth dimension being. I went to my way to read for a patch, and
had forgotten about the unharmed thing, for the time being, when she
knocked on my door. When she came in, I could see that she still
had n't buttoned up the side of her shorts. When she sat down on
my bed and crossed her branch, I could see her lovely, tan leg all
the way to her hip, and she knew it.
`` I 'm nasty from my work-out today, '' she began. `` Would you
mind giving me a massage ? '' I could see where this was going, and
immediately got a raging hard-on just thinking about it. I told
her I would n't take care doing that for her, and approached her on the
bed. Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulders
through her tee shirt, eventually gliding one side down off of her
articulatio humeri. Her hide was smooth and dark, with no tan line, due to
her sunbathing with her top down. As I massaged, she rolled her
head from side to side. `` Mmmmmmmm ... that feels expectant, '' she
purred, `` just let me get this off, OK ? ''. She reached down and
removed her t-shirt so that I could memory access both of her articulatio humeri
and her rachis. Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from
working out. I rubbed her back, around her articulatio humeri steel, and
she continued to groan in comforter. Gradually, I reached around her
slope, and, as she raised her weaponry slightly to allow me heavy
access, reached around and began to massage the side of her
breasts. `` Oh, yessssss, '' she whispered, `` that 's very nice. '' Her
back began to arch as I cupped her breasts, much as I had see her
do only 60 minutes before. Her house, right melons felt wonderful in my
hands, and her mamilla grew harder and harder as I continued to
stroke them. She leaned back against me as I began to concentrate
on her teat, lying her head back against my shoulder. Again,
simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her tit,
lightly at beginning, and one at a metre, gradually squeezing tighter
and simultaneously. Her back continued to arch against me as I
enslaved her tit, and I soon turned her around to face me, giving
her a deep, wet kiss, a candy kiss like I had never shared before. Her
mouthpiece was white hot as our rim met. We began by just barely
touching our lips together, simultaneously teasing each others'
mouths. Her hot breathing spell on my case had me near an home atomic
detonation, and she knew it. When our knife met, they gently
encircled one another, each occasionally retreating to the sanctity
of its own mouth, only to give for more.
As I backed off momentarily to remove my shirt, I got full
horizon of her grand dead body. As she lay back on my bed, she slowly
spread her legs, affording me a brilliant view of her beautiful
twat. Though my cock was aching to move into that cavern of delight,
I could not help but go down for a better look, which was, of
course of study, exactly what she wanted. Her neatly trimmed brown scrub
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her shudder when
my warm breather met it. Though she was still wearing her shorts, I
was in no hurry to get rid of them. Sliding the fork to the side, I
could sense that she was soaking wet with desire. I continued to
massage her upper second joint, gradually moving my hired man up, around her
pussy, being very measured not to touch her lip. By this time,
her hands were wrapped around the bed berth, her eyes were
clenched shut, and her hips were bucking like the finest rodeo
bruiser. When my fingers finally reached her cuntal sassing she began
to cry out in mania. `` Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby ! Please fuck me
hard ! '' I moved my case full into her awaiting box, sending my
lingua deep into her cave while sucking her clit for all it was
worth. I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips, repeatedly
driving my tongue in as deep as potential, and continued to suck
all of the nectar that I could get. Suddenly she began a
different movement : a shuddering vibration that was as violent as it
was wonderful. When her love juice came flooding out, they
covered the broken half of my face, and soaked what little dry arena
her short circuit had left. I then climbed back up to front her, and she
began to gratefully lap up her cum off of my face.
After a few here and now of recuperation, my mom was back in action.
She lifted up and removed her pants, while I, automatically,
removed mine. `` Lie down, '' she nearly commanded. I quickly
obeyed. Slowly, she sat down, straddling my eager cock. Her hot
pussy felt like fire, as it gradually emersed all of me. Upon
swallowing my penis whole, she resumed her earlier hip action,
yanking my dick every which way in the process. As she bucked,
her fabulous, firm breasts swayed and bounced in meter with her
pelvis. I could feel my blood line atmospheric pressure rise, as she lowered her
body to mine, and she instinctively knew that I was near orgasm,
as she again quickened the pace.
riding at a violent pace now, she dug her fingers into my back, as
I continued to drive my cock deep within her. Our by now sweat-
soaked consistency slid against each other smoothly until I could hold
my cum no longer. Simultaneously, her legs tremor and shivered as
she let out another orgasmic riot. She continued to lay on top
of me, as we kissed and fondled each other, for the remainder of the
night. We have shared standardised Roger Sessions together since then, but I
will never draw a blank the offset night I spent with mom .