My name is Josh, and i 'm 18 and heres my story about my number 1 fuck with mom.
I must concede that I have always fantasized about my mother.
Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more overt than
normal, I think. She generally has always stayed in dandy embodiment
by running and exercising, and has a great body naturally. I
would often see her come home base from exercising, wearing short
short pants and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and
frequently had masturbation fantasies about her. My married woman looks
very much like my mother did when she was vernal, and I often
pretend to myself that When I was in high shoal, my dad was
working eventide, so if did n't go out, we were generally the only
I at dwelling. This was no big plenty, as nigh afternoon I had
basketball drill, and
was out most evenings, either at my part-time job at a grocery
storage, or partying with friends.
Once, when I came place from shoal, she was in the spinal column yard,
sunning herself. She did n't hear me approach, and I stood and
watched her for a recollective time. She was wearing a Theodore Harold White bikini, and
had pulled the back up into the cheeks of her ass to annihilate as
practically tan line as possible. From behind her, I could see wisps of
pubic hair out the side of meat of the wooing, gliding up to her round ass.
The straps of the Bikini top were untied, as she was facing down,
and appeared to be asleep. She stirred as I approached her from
the presence, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and sides of her
boastfully, round breasts.
`` Oh, Josh, '' she said, `` I did n't know that you were home
already. '' Appearing a slight abash, she tied her top
securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still
hung out of the Bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and
headed toward the cover door. `` I have dinner in the oven, '' she
explained, `` so I thought I might take in some sun. '' In her hastiness
to overcompensate her top half, she had neglected to force the bottoms out
of her ass, so I could n't help but gaze as it swayed back and
forth with each deadening whole step that she took in battlefront of me. I
realized that I had a raging hard-on, and took tutelage to keep her
from noticing.
When we got into the house, she excused herself to deepen out
of her bikini, while I went to my room to put away my book of account. As I
passed the passkey bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed
that the room access was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, I
could see that she was still removing her two-piece, very slowly. As
she took the top off, she paused, fondling her chest. Her
delicate hands cupped them, and pressed them together. She then
brought her digit to each mammilla, gently circling them several
times before pinching each tit, one at a time. I saw her back talk
form an `` Oh ! '' as she continued to massage them.
Slowly, her bridge player glided down over her flat breadbasket,
massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the remnants
of tan oil that was still on her body. As her leave alone script
remained on her belly, her right continued into her swim suit
behind, to her pussy. I could see that she had made contact with
her snatch, as she arched her back, looked up at the cap, and
then pinched her eye closed. She continued to knead her pussy
beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the
undersurface. Sitting on the bed, she glided the case down, past her
thighs. Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the clear
entering her windowpane. Well covered with a silky brown Bush, it was
parted far enough to discover a plump set of brim, covered with her
succus. As she finished removing her suit, she slid up on to the
bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her knees and bringing
her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to provide
her digit ready accession to her cunt. She very delicately
caressed the field around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her
fiery brim with her finger's breadth, and shuddering each time that she
did. Gradually moving toward the center of her snatch, she expertly
spread her cuntal brim, massaging them up and down with her first
and third fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the sec finger to
caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lecherousness, as
she emitted a throaty moan.
Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to get
her sun tan oil, and, in the cognitive process, moved out of my line of
sight. Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the
details around her, I opened the room access a picayune bit further, so
that I would be able to see the entire elbow room. The squeak that the
door made caught her attention 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 rub down it in. Her total trunk now glistened
before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her entire physical structure with
oil. Rolling over on her hands and articulatio genus, she reached back
between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt,
grazing her anus with another. After massaging both gob for
some time, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while
simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt. Her oil-covered tits
swayed, as she maintained her balance with her left over deal on the
headboard while her rightfulness had its way with her. She moaned
excitedly as her rhythm increased gradually along with her
intensity. Her bridge player was now rubbing her pussy violently, as her
rosehip bucked in time with her finger. Her vast breasts were now
bouncing violently as her eubstance rocked up and down, back and forth.
Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning more frequent and loud.
I 'm sure that I could have entered the room unnoticed at this
sentence, but I did n't. I continued to keep an eye on her until she slumped,
motionless to the bed, and left for the living room to turn over on the
television, so that I could hazard that I had been watching it
the whole time.
After a few minutes, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling
Pan, getting set up for dinner. She called me in shortly
thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat. mom was wearing a
T-shirt and shorts, and I could n't assist but call up 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 nipples showed clearly through in that light,
and I stared at them the entire 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 day and
work, and I provided the usual, deadening answers. When she got up
from the table to get more Milk, I noticed that the buttons on the
face of her running game shorts were unbuttoned all the way up,
revealing even more of her long, bronze, smooth legs as she
walked. When she bent over to strain into the refrigerator, she
seemed to purposefully bend at the shank, lifting the rear fuss on
her short circuit. She clearly was not wearing panties beneath these
shortstop, and I could see the better character of her bout, fleshy left
face. I was getting harder by the second, and it was hard
to restrain from staring at her body throughout the rest period of the meal.
I helped her cleanse up the sweetheart, and my horniness subsided
for the time being. I went to my room to hit the books for a patch, and
had forgotten about the whole thing, for the time being, when she
knocked on my doorway. When she came in, I could see that she still
had n't buttoned up the incline of her short. When she sat down on
my bed and crossed her peg, I could see her lovely, tan leg all
the way to her hip, and she knew it.
`` I 'm tight 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 mind doing that for her, and approached her on the
bed. Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulders
through her t-shirt, eventually gliding one position down off of her
articulatio humeri. Her skin was tranquil and dark, with no tan line, due to
her sunbathing with her top Down. As I massaged, she rolled her
head teacher from position to side. `` Mmmmmmmm ... that feels cracking, '' she
purred, `` just let me get this off, OK ? ''. She reached down and
removed her jersey so that I could access both of her shoulder joint
and her back. Her binding was smooth, but defined and tight from
working out. I rubbed her back, around her shoulder brand, and
she continued to groan in comfortableness. Gradually, I reached around her
side, and, as she raised her arms slightly to admit me greater
approach, 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 tit, much as I had see her
do only time of day before. Her firm, ripe melons felt wonderful in my
manpower, and her nipples grew harder and harder as I continued to
stroke them. She leaned back against me as I began to centralize
on her mammilla, lying her head back against my berm. Again,
simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her tit,
lightly at first, and one at a time, gradually squeezing slopped
and simultaneously. Her back continued to arc against me as I
enslaved her tits, and I soon turned her around to confront me, giving
her a deep, wet kiss, a osculation like I had never shared before. Her
mouth was albumen hot as our rim met. We began by just barely
touching our lips together, simultaneously teasing each others'
oral cavity. Her hot breath on my face had me near an internal nuclear
explosion, 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 return for more.
As I backed off momentarily to remove my shirt, I got wax
view of her wonderful consistency. As she lay back on my bed, she slowly
spread her legs, affording me a glorious perspective of her beautiful
pussy. Though my cock was aching to embark that cavern of delight,
I could not help but go down for a meliorate look, which was, of
trend, exactly what she wanted. Her neatly trimmed brown President George W. Bush
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her quiver when
my quick breath met it. Though she was still wearing her shorts, I
was in no hurry to transfer them. Sliding the crotch to the side of meat, I
could feel that she was soaking wet with desire. I continued to
massage her upper thighs, gradually moving my helping hand up, around her
pussy, being very deliberate not to touch her backtalk. By this time,
her hands were wrapped around the bed posts, her optic were
clenched shut, and her hips were bucking like the finest rodeo
bull. When my digit finally reached her cuntal rim she began
to cry out in Passion of Christ. `` Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby ! Please fuck me
hard ! '' I moved my fount full into her awaiting box, sending my
lingua oceanic abyss into her cave while sucking her clit for all it was
worth. I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips, repeatedly
driving my glossa in as deep as possible, and continued to lactate
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 lower half of my face, and soaked what little dry area
her boxershorts had left. I then climbed back up to face up her, and she
began to gratefully lick her cum off of my face.
After a few moments of convalescence, 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 tidal bore cock. Her hot
twat felt like fire, as it gradually emersed all of me. Upon
swallowing my penis whole, she resumed her earlier hip action mechanism,
yanking my cock every which way in the process. As she bucked,
her fabulous, loyal breasts swayed and bounced in prison term with her
pelvis. I could experience my blood pressure procession, as she lowered her
consistence to mine, and she instinctively knew that I was near climax,
as she again quickened the pace.
Riding at a violent pace now, she dug her fingerbreadth 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 quiver and shivered as
she let out another orgasmic howler. She continued to lay on top
of me, as we kissed and fondled each other, for the rest of the
night. We have shared similar sitting together since then, but I
will never leave the kickoff nighttime I spent with mom .