Ever since my other teenage days when i started to understand the difference between a boy and young lady i have had a facination with my female parent. It was never anything she did or said that caught my tending, rather just something in my psyche that was attracted to the sense of taboo of being with an older adult female coupled with that same fair sex being the most crucial person in my life.

My mother is not a passing modeling, nigh people would n't twinkle twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very piffling she could do wrong in my middle. She was of average height, blonde fuzz that sat around her shoulder blade, medium build and mean breasts. She dressed the way any 40+ year old mother would dress and treated her two fry with all the forgivingness of her heart.

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

As a vernal teenager living at place I remember diving through the dirty wash trying to find mums bra and panties to cover away in my room for a few days before i 'd return them hoping to head off suspicion. I didnt really sleep with what to do with them in my possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her breast. I remember returning to my room one day and my stream cache of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my female parent never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was sealed my mother did n't palpate the Same way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or effect the kinship 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 kinfolk of my own.

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

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

After she explained her undertaking, and promised she felt fine i suggested she Holy Scripture herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't care about me ''.

I jokingly said `` Well at least let me impart you a little massage so you can bear up straight ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should lease her top off to forfend getting stain on the shroud. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying face down on the mainsheet in just her shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising cream in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and shoulders. Although when i started this project i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the cutting edge of my mind and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my hands as low on her back as i could and made sure i was making plenty of contact with the sides of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt keen and asked if i could rub her calfskin aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my sweat on the her low-toned legs, admiring the thin view of her ass through her tightly fitting denim shorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her stifle and onto the pep pill orbit of her legs where her drawers finished. I could only slide the very ends of my fingerbreadth under her shorts but no promote before the textile hindered forward motion. I started to recede and begun working my way back to my female parent calves.

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

With my mother now laying there in zilch but her underwear i obliged and massaged her upper berth leg, leaning into it more and more just as an exculpation to get my human face closer to her ass. As i neared the pedestal of her ass i made the decision to casually massage continuously back to her lower back to approximate her reaction. To my surprise my mother didnt wince, nor comment about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to vibrate around her lower back before skipping across back to the upper office of her legs.

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 thigh she slightly spread her pegleg providing a little more than access. I noticed she clinched her fist and gathered a fist full of she sheets in the unconscious process too.

I clumsily let my finger trance the exterior of her pantie on a brash stroke and noticed a cold-shoulder wince from my mother, but still no gossip, or postulation to stop. One more accidently contact with her panty and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to discontinue me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's low back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the speed part of her wooden leg. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to roll over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this prison term a minuscule depressed, and moved my hands up inside her pantie on to her ass boldness, trying to make my design clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her panties down off her ass and kiss her right wing cheek. From here i could sense a scent i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could remember from her dirty wash all those years ago.

With her scanty now around her thighs she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this clock time with measured passes over the lips of her now exposed pussy. 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 lustfulness of the state of affairs took over and I found myself tasting my female parent pussy in a spot i could previously only aspiration of.

I 'm not indisputable why but we did n't do anything More than me enjoying my mother, after a few yell of excitement from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no awkward look, just my mother and i held in a close embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her apparel back on, offered to establish a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of class our secret, but we dont talk about it nor know it. Whilst i hope every day it will go on again i am very grateful it happened at all .