I was 13 and Dad was off with his girlfriend again. I had met her some time ago and did not make the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me harder. throw him a couple of days and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that night which I generally did with the design of having a long read. I devoured book at a rate of knots so was always in the library looking for more scientific discipline fiction. A couple of 60 minutes immersed in a narration and I would doze off as easygoing as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Lapplander line over and over as my denseness was way off. So, I gave in, put down the book and tried to go to kip. My mother I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, younger sisters had long gone off to catch some Z's in their own room. My psyche raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the speech sound from the TV stopped, the lounge door opened, I heard my mother climbing the step to bed and the room access shutdown as she went into her way. Sleep still eluded me. The planetary house was tranquillity, but after a few minutes I could just try the sound of my mum battle cry ; a sound just on the bound of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.

The only bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always open. I passed the girl's way and could see they were both loyal asleep. I stopped with my deal on the handle of my mother's room, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

I heard her sigh"No, neither can I."

"Can I come in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a shortsighted pause as she considered the request. As shaver you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the gentle reply.

I lifted the blankets, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the iniquity, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sob started again so I put my arm around her to try to ease her. She took hold of my arm to shew that it was appreciated but this had the force of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not know if this was accident or blueprint but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A veridical live female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt soft under my hand which I did not dare move in case the stroke was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of tender bit of feminine chassis. Did not matter that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still feel it

worry is, of row, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock make out erect and slip its way out of my pyjamas and nose my mother in the nether regions. Now I became chagrined, my judgement was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same circumstances - nothing.

My mother made the succeeding move, she moved her hired hand from where it was grasping my wrist joint and covered my mitt, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her nipple was under my digit then she let go. Heaven ! I moved my script and that little bud grew larger so I rubbed it feeling the insensibility of it surrounded by the softness of her breast. Not for one minute had I, up to that point entertained any sexual feelings towards my mother, but that changed in an instant so I planted a buss on the back of her cervix. She arched and her body moved next to mine. This had the treble consequence of rubbing my cock and making her breast move under my hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her face over the arch of her hips pausing a second to palpate there - no knickers ! Such joy. But I had other invention for the introduce. I had only felt her breast whilst it was covered by the cotton fabric of her nightdress and I was determined to feel this tit for actual. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to allow me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck of her dressing nightdress and onto her breast for real. I felt both one after the former the new sensations making my cock variant.

I had guessed that she could find it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her paw went up and down the barb a match of clock time and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my come onto her back. The hot liquidness soaked into the cloth of her nightie and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her head then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hired man on my cock which was still raise."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got hold of my manus and put it between her legs. I did not bear the faint idea what to do which was obvious so she took my index finger, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist crack then brought her hands back to my penis, rubbing it gently just enough to ensure it stayed erect.

I took the tip and continued to rub up and down her cunt backtalk. It felt good to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got hold of my mitt, pushed my finger into her vagina and continued her ministrations on my turncock. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a whole serial of new esthesis in a few arcminute. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger's breadth in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet muddle. Soft sigh escaped from her rim as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hired man from my cock and under my side to boost me to get on top of her. I needed no second command and climbed between her pegleg my weapons system at full-of-the-moon stretchability so I could see her tits, wide and lolling off to the incline of her body. Gently she grasped my dick and guided it into her when I felt the fondness and grasp of her pussy on my member. Automatically I began pelvic thrusts to propel my cock in and out of her puss. The feeling was sensory ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my mother. Didn't seem to matter, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her bridge player on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in short pants. I could finger my body temperature rise as I neared a culmination, at the same metre my mother's breathing became more chew out and I felt the muscles of her cunt contract bridge and she began to make soft sob disturbance. My phallus seemed to grow even harder and, which my mother holding me fuddled in her slit, my peter throbbed and began to put in its load into her warmly twat. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her snatch and laid down beside her, resting my head on her soft tits.

That was the beginning of a long nighttime. Three More metre my cock came erect and I was happy to fuck her and keep an eye on my former load of semen with even more. In the betimes minute she woke me, put on her nightdress and conjure me go back to my own room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to school. The girl always left first, their schooling being a little further than mine and their start prison term 15 second earlier. They would stay to schooling lunch but I came home to eat. I hated shoal meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front door, walked into the waiting room, put her hired hand up her annulus and slid her knickers to the floor.

"One more before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her skirt and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second summons, dropped trousers and underpants my cock springing erect and ready. A few thrusts and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My father returned the next day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to remark that her feat were worse and illegal to boot. But our relationship had changed along with her demeanour. My forefather must consume put this pile to his return because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's tits, keister and wooden leg at every opportunity ; if the house were present it would expect like a casual accident. And we fucked all the time. After the girls had gone off to schooling and lunchtimes were the undecomposed opportunities. My mother taught me French necking and I learned to work out and enjoy the perceptiveness of her twat. She would bathe just before I was due home for the lunch period shag seance and I would find her enclothe just in a towel.

If the above led you to believe that my mum was a slim down corker, you'd be wrong, she was short, fairly over-weight and although only in her late 30s had quite saggy tits which I came to love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the nascency of my second sister so there was never any peril of design. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more natural than for a son to see his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and recover the lost spark by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some years.

Every guy should recede their virginity to their mum