For as hanker 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 kickoff time I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, with her frock up around her waist. There was no pubic pilus visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't make a racket, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any levelheaded 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 woman. She is a better first mate than any of my ally. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my set up cock under the blankets, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the question that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite warm enough in stopping. `` You should n't suffer to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer 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 female parent, 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 wore them or wrapped them around my cock 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 tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to shower pocket-size loving tariff onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erection. She did n't know how well developed my stopcock and ball were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of ejaculation, so I did n't cognize what coming was like. Mum started coming into my chamber more often and her clothing began to get more lean every clock time. Then one sunup when she came in. I could tell that she did n't accept much on under her wrapper, I could n't see any affair. These visits became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stagecoach where I needed sexual release. I could n't very well enjoin Mum that I wanted to make love her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting Sir Thomas More carelessly when she was wearing shorts ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up thing, revealing a lot of ass from the stern view or a view of her tits down her blouse from the front. They were all just the piffling things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot Thomas More of Mum than I should take in been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a brusque golf game doll, a expressive style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Sunday newspaper publisher that was lying on the storey nearby. The paper was in several discussion section, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the shortstop annulus went way up over her thighs, even revealing the duplicate crescents of her white scanty. I leaned forward to get a better view of her good round second joint and her sexy ass. She took an awfully foresighted clip picking up the diverse role of the paper, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the musing in the full length on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief bit I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those piddling temptations slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glance of her goodies. It too good to be genuine, but I was almost sealed. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than just entice ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would materialise ? The succeeding week was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking turns at both parts. She kept up the rule of revealing her magical spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the hugs, kissing longer, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't help feeling my intemperate tool against her belly. started praising her more. She, too, would appear bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more daring and then deplumate 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 break finally came, it was all so unsubdivided. It was Sat forenoon, a very warm day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast board, wearing just a pair of boxershorts. Mum had the same golf skirt on and was bringing More bacon and ball to put on my scale. She stood right 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 knee to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the smooth, soft pelt of her shapely leg.
Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of high temperature surge through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm fullness of her beautifully taper thigh. Mum still did n't motivate. prison term seemed to unfold out to timeless existence. I started to fondle the thigh more, squeezing the easygoing flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to loosen up and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, form of letting down the barrier. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that feels oh ! Ahhh ! so right, honey. '' She set down the pan on a home base. I pulled her over finisher against me and put my other hired hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my point against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that brilliant bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her genitals - and wow ! My fingers encountered naught but curly whisker and diffuse damp flesh - no step-in ! I soon had both hands up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemisphere of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so get laid good, so good, beloved ! ``
I tried to pull Mum 's skirt up so I could get a good tone at her sexy goodies.
'' Just a instant, dearest, let me dislocate it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the short skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to the storey. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There stood my rattling Mother, completely naked ! Her big, total mamilla stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown nipple sticking out long and hard. Her broad rosehip flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty umbilicus curved down into the `` vee '' of her mound, covered with an teemingness of midst, crispy dark-brown hair, through which I could see the swollen lips of her puss. Mum turned slowly in front of me to give me a survey of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, unit of ammunition and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting iniquity valley dividing its luscious halves. Mum spread her legs apart and knack over in social movement of me, thrusting her fantastic ass right in my font and revealing her hairy pussy framed in that exciting conjunction 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 deplume them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island comeback, where she laid her head and bed covering out her munition, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the head of my rigid cock against her cunt. Mum reached a manus back between her stage to serve me manoeuver my rooster into her pussy, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my cock deeper into her creamy twat. 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 low time. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous sight - my mother 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my glad shaft deeper inside her wildly willing cunt ! I put my munition around her to snaffle handgrip of her big tits and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my peter 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 fuck. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was plenitude of might in her full thigh and broad ass. Her snatch was hungry to have as much of my hard pecker as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delicious notion started spreading from the question of my cock through to my breakwater, I knew I was about to come, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went raging. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a small string of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me crusade her heavily against the replication and pin her there as my cum guess into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the stroke 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 putz was still buried recondite interior of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a fantastic fucking she had given me, it was - our initiative, but sure as snake pit it was n't to be our last !
When I finally pulled my stopcock out of her cunt she led me nude to her bedroom, as we got to her big two-bagger bed, I gave her a push and as she landed on my back, on the bed, she spread her legs wide apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and labour my, cock into my hot, slippery, get along filled twat. We spent the respite of the morning fiercely nookie, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the couch room carpet, then on the couch in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner, then we went for a private road 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 spine seat I was still trying to get my rooster into her. Then as I finally got her into the back prat, I climbed proper on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got rest home, I literally tore her clothes off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted sleep, in each former's coat of arms, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next morning I was awakened by mum sucking on my raise turncock. I quickly spun around, getting my body under hers and into the ilxx position so I could clamp my sass around her hot twat lips. It was the best breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most delicious breakfast