I'm a corneous eighteen-year-old Virgo the Virgin. The Graeco-Roman geeky student who has never had a girlfriend. I haven't got a hint how to speak to girls, but I'm desperate to have sex. So, it has finally come this. I can't help it. I've got to do it…

It's a little after midnight. I get out of bed and make my way softly along the landing place in the dark in my boxers and tee-shirt. I peek cautiously around her bedroom door. She appears to be sleeping peacefully. I creep into the elbow room and approach the bed. I see the bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside cabinet. She takes one every night and she's out for the count until the morning. zip can wake her.

Still, my heart is thumping as I stand beside her, looking down at her, half expecting her to reckon at me with a obnubilate grammatical construction on her face, even though I know she's unconscious mind.

"What are you doing ?"she would ask. This is what I'm doing. I reach out and take the corner of the comfort, slowly peeling it away. She's laid on her back, naked. I gaze at her break chest. They're big and round, even when she's lying down. They look so inviting.

I'm feeling even hornier now, and I can feel my erection beginning to produce. I've wanted to do this for ages, and tonight my need finally overbalance my concern. I hook a thumb into the front of my boxers and draw them down far enough to set my cock detached, tugging on it gently until my hard-on is pure. I gaze at her bosom, struggling to control my breathing and maintain as tranquil as potential, though there's probably no need.

I stand right-hand adjacent to the bed, masturbating. I want to advert her, but I daren't, just in case.

She looks so peaceful and lovely. I want to snog her lips. I want to feel her white meat and constrict them. I want to take up her nipples.

The pounding begins. daring I go through with this ? I want to, but what if she wakes ? The combination of veneration and fervour is arousing. I masturbate faster. The throbbing intensifies, and my heart thumps harder. Dare I ? Too late now, I'm cumming ! At last ! Several thick spurts splashing across her chest. I panic and look at her facial expression. No reaction. I feel elated. I've done it ! I've finally found the courage to do it, and I feel swell !

I take a few moments to admire my handy work as I enjoy the impression, then I take the wet wipe and tissues from my pocket and begin to clean up my mess, ever so gently. Still, she doesn't stir.

The next morning, I'm on tenterhooks, alert for the thin confidential information that she knows what I've done, but there's zip. The relief is huge, and I know I must do it again.

It quickly becomes a nightly upshot, and after a match of weeks I progress to cumming on her face, positive now that she doesn't find a thing. I even undress and go in au naturel, already strong, already stroking myself.

It didn't take me farseeing to kiss her on the back talk, and then lead off massaging her breasts. They feel amazing. I've even started kissing her nipples, though only very gently. I desperately want to suck them, but I daren't in guinea pig I wake her.

I know what's future. I want to cum in her mouth, but that involves kneeling on the bed. I'm worried that might be enough for her to notice. I put my hand on the bed first, right next to her pillow, and gently apply some weight. As the mattress moves her face turns slightly towards me, but that's just gravity. She's definitely out cold.

smell bolder, I get onto the bed on my knee. The extra weightiness turns her expression completely towards me. Leaning over her, sideways across the bed, I support my weight on one hired hand, and extend to her chin gently with the other. Just enough to component part her lips.

I lean in and feel the tip of my cock graze against her lips and then her tongue. My marrow is beating so fast and gaudy I can barely hear myself think. I cautiously move my hips back and forth, but her mouth is too loose. There's no real contact or friction.

balancing on one hand, I masturbate. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming in her sassing.

I'm cumming in her mouth !

I can hardly believe she still doesn't stir. No want to clean up after myself either. I kiss her lightly on the boldness and retreat to my own way, my high spirits reaching new heights. My tenderness is soaring.

The conform to morning I am kicking myself for being so stupid. My brain is filled with trepidation as I go downstairs for breakfast. Does she bang ? Did she taste my cum in her mouth when she woke up ?

Her doings is perfectly normal. I guess she didn't.

The adjacent night, I hold her chin, applying just enough pressure to get some friction from her mouth. I can lunge into her now. I'm fucking her mouth ! Still no reaction from her. The response from me comes far too quickly, and I cum hard. As I withdraw, some of my cum dribbles out of her sassing and I have to carefully wipe up the mess.

I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I'd have the courage, and I never thought the sleeping pills would be that strong.

For several nights in a row I have fucked her mouth, sometimes cumming in her mouth, and sometimes on her face. She isn't always laid on her spine. Sometimes I find her lying on her face with her brass close to the edge of the mattress, which means I can face-fuck her standing up. I have to distribute my legs wide of the mark to get to the right acme, but I enjoy the variety.

I know what I want next, but can I get away with it ? dare I actually do it ? I want to fuck her. Properly. I want to cum in her. Surely, she would know the next forenoon, wouldn't she ? I could use a condom, but I don't want to. That would spoil it. I want to be inside her properly. I want to cum in her, but wouldn't she feel all sticky when she awoke ? That's my biggest business, apart from her waking up while I'm still fucking her, of course. But I expected her to detect I'm cumming in her mouth. I thought she would try it the adjacent morning, but it seems not. It must dry up during the night.

Dare I take this all the way ?

Yes. I must. I can't defy the temptation. She just lays there sleeping. All lovely and available, as if she's inviting me. Waiting for me.

The watch over eve, I creep back into her bedroom as she sleeps. I've left it an hour later than usual, hoping the sleeping oral contraceptive pill will hold taken her even deeper asleep by now, because I'm going to get to motivate her tonight.

Naked, with my erecting in hand, I approach her bed and peel the quilt all the way off her. I can see her completely naked for the first time now in the dim half-light. She's laid on her backbone with her thigh slightly parted. I gaze between her ramification and baulk the temptation to she-bop until I cum all over her. She's clean shaven, which surprises my slightly, though I don't know why. Why wouldn't she be ?

I very carefully move her stifle further apart until she's fully exposed to me with her legs bent and her hips receptive. I climb onto the bed between her groundwork and lower my nerve towards her groin. She smells tonic and clean. A hint of the apple-scented soap she likes to use. I imagine she has washed herself especially for tonight, as if she subconsciously knows what is going to come about and welcomes it. She wants me.

I kiss her lightly on the neat picayune flexure of her labia and inhale her fragrance again. Then I gently run my tongue all the way up her wrinkle. No answer. I avoid her button. As much as I would love to lick and suck it, I daren't risk overstimulating her and waking her up.

part her lips with my digit, I get plenty of saliva on my natural language and lick inside her, penetrating her very slightly with the tip. She lays still. No change in her breathing. Lying 2-dimensional on the bed between her legs, I do it again, my lingua penetrating deeper this clip. I do it several times before getting to my human knee again. Then I suck the middle finger of my left over hand, so it's as wet as I can make it. Stroking myself with my right hand hand, I ease my finger's breadth inside her, almost painfully slowly, watching for even a suggestion of a response from her. There's nothing.

I withdraw my finger and wet it again. I can taste her. I like it. I gently penetrate her again, this time slowly sliding my finger in and out of her a few times. She continues to slumber, but she feels ready for me now.

I lick my finger's breadth and wet my cock various prison term. I want to penetrate her easily, so I don't wake her.

I move into position, wetting my stopcock once more, and guiding the tip to her entrance. I swallow hard. This is the most critical moment so far. My kernel is thumping like weirdo. My care gives me all the underground I need to avoid plunging myself deep inside her and fucking her in a frenzy.

I push the tip into her and feel the rude resistivity of her torso. I pause, then pushing again, feeling her division for me, and my shaft slides into her, just a little. My nerve is racing as I pause again, then I gradually allay myself all the way in.

The altogether sentence, I'm studying her face for the slightest reaction, and listening to her ventilation, but there's no sign of the zodiac that she's stirring.

I can hardly believe it. My rock-hard hammer is finally balls-deep inside her. I'm supporting my system of weights on my subdivision and I look down and look up to her beautiful body laid beneath me. She seems perfectly relaxed and well-fixed with this. I know she's completely forgetful, but she seems happy with it.

I begin to move my hip joint, sliding in and out of her, but still taking fear to avoid any force per unit area or direct stimulation on her button. If she wakes up now, I'm numb meat.

She fits me like a warm, wet baseball mitt, and I can palpate her inner ridge massaging my cock as I glide in and out of her. It's a opinion I can't describe ; a feel beyond words ; a opinion I have never experienced before. I realise with high spirits that I am no longer a Virgo ! I know I'm not going to last long. I speed up a minuscule, but it still feels frustratingly slow.

It's enough. I feel the first pulse, and I know I'm on the way. I continue at the Lapplander pace, feeling my pecker pulse again and again, the urge to shove harder growing unassailable inside me.

I speed up again, fucking her as fast as I dare, which is still aggravatingly slow and gentle, but I'm so turned on I don't need Sir Thomas More. I hold myself still, buried deep inside her, mashing my teeth together to stifle the urge to groan aloud, as I cum hard, emptying spurt after spirt into her.

The feeling of triumph and delight comes in a surge. I've finally done it ! I've fucked her at last ! I've cum in her !

When I'm done, I very carefully back away, and kneel between her legs. I reach for the wet wipe and tissues I always bring with me, and cautiously clean her up as much as I can. Then I slid off the bed, interchange her quilt, and return to my room.

I hardly dare record my aspect the following morning. This is cranch time. Am I drained meat now, or what ?

Nothing. Not a mite that's she's remotely aware of what I did to her last night. I got away with it ! If she hasn't noticed once, she won't placard again. I can do her every Nox, now !

The indorsement time I fuck her, she's laid on her side, with one genu hang in front of her, so I straddle her straight leg. I prepare her with a wet finger, as I did the nighttime before, then comfort myself back inside her. She feels tighter in this position, so I'm extra slow and careful. Eventually, I'm balls-deep inside her again, and I begin to shake my hips.

My biggest concern now is that I'll get too enthusiastic and heat her up, and it's a veridical conflict to preserve my pace slow and pacify. At least taking my prison term means I can revel her, but that just scuffle my mentality. Part of me wants it to be over in a fanfare so I don't get caught, part of me wants to enjoy myself as long as possible, and another division of me just wants to have sex her in a frenzy and cum grueling and flash, abstruse inside her.

Anyway, it doesn't take farseeing before I feel the tell-tale throbbing, slowly gliding all the way in and out of her as I cum in her again, my eubstance shaking as I struggle to check my thrusting and stay silent.

On the third Night she's laid flat on her back again, but like a starfish, legs splayed as if she's expecting me. I wonder if, subconsciously, she is.

I enjoy slow-fucking her again, taking my meter, and admiring her physical structure as it rocks slightly in beat with my gentle jabbing. I feel my sexual climax building and increase my pace just a piddling. Just as it builds to a crescendo, a moment before that surging dismissal, she suddenly wraps her legs around mine, locking me in. She bear-hugs me, pulling me down onto her as she grinds her rosehip in calendar method of birth control with mine.

"Oh god yes ! ”, she cries."Fuck me ! Cum in me !"

I panic, but I'm trapped, and it's too late anyway. I cum hard, as she grabs my head and kisses me forcefully on the lips, still bucking her hips as I continue to unload in her.

The present moment she releases me I leap off the bed and back up against the closet, my heart hammering like I'm about to deliver a heart blast. I can't breathe. I'm a abruptly man walking.

"No, it's okay, honestly !"she cries, holding a hand out towards me."It's okay !"

I can't move. I can't speak. I'm frozen to the spot.

"I know you've been doing this to me for a while. I can taste it. I can feel it the next morning. I don't idea. I really don't ! I didn't take my oral contraceptive pill tonight. I wanted to have what you were doing to me. I liked it. Tomorrow night, I won't pretend to be asleep. We can do it together properly."

She's grin at me now. This is insane. She motions me to join her."Come on. Get back on the bed and pass me a cuddle."

I still can't move, though my heart has just about stopped trying to punch a hole in my chest to get to its escape.

"Come on,"she voicelessness, smiling again."Come and snuggle your mother."

I finally slow down a lilliputian, and nervously climb up onto the bed. She holds out her arms, and I lay following to her as she cuddles me into her.

"I'm pleased and flattered that you find me so attractive,"she whispers,"though I'm not surprised really ”.

I know what she means, and she's not being arrogant about her spirit, even though she is stunning. Most citizenry would think a youthful guy fancying his own mother is fucked up, even if she is as hot as mine, but my crime syndicate learn ‘ fucked up'to a whole new level. You see my mother isn't just my mother. She's also my babe. Well, half-sister, technically. My mother's father was my founding father, too.

How did that pass ? My mom was the alone child of a normal happy couple, but she was only thirteen when her mom died. It hit her and dad really hard. She couldn't sleep unless she cuddled up to him every dark. They became physically close at an age when she was changing. Her body was rapidly transforming from lady friend to very shapely charwoman. Mom told me they clung onto each other for excited survival, and things gradually became cozy from a deep common want. She was XIV when she fell pregnant, and 15 when I was born. They remained a couple ever since.

Fucked up, like I said, and I guess I've inherited the incest gene. It was inevitable perhaps, because it's on both sides of my stock. Which is actually the same side.

I started fancying Mom as soon as pubescence kicked in. For some reason I was always able to see her the way my protagonist did, as the hottest milf in the schooltime. She was younger that everyone else's mom of course of study, which helped. And drop-dead gorgeous with big bosom, skinny waist, and a sonsy ass.

Discovering the joyfulness of masturbation, my hot-milf mom was a instinctive inclusion in my fantasy depository financial institution alongside popstars, celebrity, and pornstars.

When her dad, our dad, died about eighteen month ago, it really messed her up. I had never been that close to him, partly because of the age gap, and partly because he had to work very longsighted hours in low-paid work to make last take on while Mom caught up on her education. I rarely saw a good deal of him. I came to term with his death quicker and easier.

Fortunately, Mom found body of work as a genuine estate factor after graduating and was starting to do well financially when he died, so we were okay on that scotch, but she fell apart for a while emotionally.

The doctor prescribed sleeping oral contraceptive for her, and that was the origin of a fantasy inspired by porn picture I had seen of drunken charwoman getting fucked in their eternal rest, often by their male parent, brother, or son.

At low gear it was just a illusion I would masturbate to before sleeping, but it grew too strong and so, here I am, lying in my mother's arms after she caught me fucking her.

The next thing I know it's morning. I open my optic and last nighttime surge back. I'm instantly wide awake. I glimpse over at mom. She's facing me but still sleeping. She looks so beautiful I could cum all over her face. First, I need the bathroom.

I slide back into bed carefully, not wanting to raise up her, and lay looking at her. I lift the quilt to stare at her awesome body and quickly develop an hard-on, which I slowly stroke.

She opens her eye, and smile when she sees me. She has such a beautiful smile. Her unanimous face lights up and her eyes scintillation. I need to cum on her. Or in her.

She rolls away from me and recite me to nest into her. I pause for a second. How will she respond to my erection poking her in the back ? After end night, I hope she won't be too phased. I slide across towards her, putting an arm around her and making body-to-body contact.

"Oh my ! You're not the merely one who's awake betimes !"

"Sorry, Mom,"I quickly answer, pulling away.

"No, it's fine. Let me go to the bathroom, and then we'll sort it out for you."

I can't believe my ear. She gets out of bed, naked, and grinning at me as she heads for the bathroom.

I watch her sexy body with a stupefied grin on my look, and an idea blossoming in my thinker. I kick off the quilt and lie on my back with one arm behind my head, masturbating slowly. I can't believe a have the heart to be so audacious. What has happened to me ?

Mom gasps, and then giggles as she walks in and sees me.

"well, aren't you looking cock-sure this morning ! And why not ? That's a rooster to be gallant of. It's very impressive."

She gets back on the bed and turns to face me.

"Let me take care of that for you,"she voicelessness, pushing my hand away and curling her fingers around my erection. My turn to gasp, as she slowly pumps her clenched fist up and down the entire length of my rigid cock. I watch in disbelief. No-one has ever touched me there before, and now my own mother is masturbating me ! It feels amazing. I groan in satisfaction.

"Let me choose tending of this quickly for you, son. Then you can relax. At your age it won't take you long to recoup, and then we can take our clip and really bask ourselves."

I just nod, dumbstruck. This is artificial. She speeds up and in moments my cock begins to throb like a lighthouse. My body tenses, my hip jerk involuntarily, and I moan loudly. As my orgasm erupts, Mom leans down and takes the tip of my cock between her lip. Her timing is perfect, and I yell loudly as I explode in her mouth, repeatedly, for several seconds.

My head collapses back onto the pillow. I'm breathing hard. This is mental. Mom getting me off is a way enceinte turn-on than doing it myself while I watch her sleeping had ever been.

She drains my balls and licks my cock clean, swallowing all my cum before she lays beside me with her head on my chest, and one leg across mine. I am too overwhelmed, and satisfied, to speak.

Mom knows I have zero experience with girls. Is that why she has forgiven me, and is now helping me out ?

"Now that everything is out in the give son, I can learn you how to do things to please a girlfriend as well as yourself. Would that be okay ?"

"Of course, Mom. I want it to be well for you too,"I manage to reply, honestly.

She looks up at me, puts her hired hand on my face, and kisses me softly on the lips. Rolling on top of me, she begins kissing me properly, pushing her tongue into my lip, and I learn how to reply in kind. Our hands begin to roam as we explore each other's physical structure.

She straddles my waistline and sits up, so that I can admire and touch her big toilsome breast. She teaches me how to take on with her nipples and pant in delight as I master the skill. I marvel at how punishing her nipples become. She moves and leans over me so that I can blow each pap as I continue to feel and squeeze her breasts, and she is soon cooing and moaning in pleasure.

She is stroking my stopcock and I realise it is rock-hard again.

"The way you play with my boobs and mammilla turns me on, son. Feel how wet you've made me,"she whispers. I reach down between her second joint. Her labia are wet. I slide one finger inside her. She is much slopped than I have ever felt her before. Wet with her own succus rather than my saliva.

"I want you,"she whispers."I need you. Now."I nod eagerly.

She straddles me again and, holding my stopcock with one hand, she slowly lowers herself onto me. We both gasp with delight as she takes my full duration inside her in one graceful movement.

Sitting up straight on top of me, she tells me to lie still, as she begins to roll and encircle her hips slowly. I can not describe how thoroughly it feels. I marvel at the sight of my mother's beautiful, sexy, raw body as she rides me.

Her tempo gradually increases as she begins to moan and take a breath harder. She leans forward over me, supporting her weight on her manpower, and Tell me to play with her boobs again. I feel her grinding herself rhythmically against my pubic bone and her groan grow louder.

"power play my boobs hard, babe,"she urges me as she grinds her pelvic girdle into me harder and faster, moaning even louder.

"Harder child. establish your mom cum !"

I squeeze her boobs and pinch her nipples as hard as I dare. She gasps and squeals, her stride becoming frantic as she rides me intemperately and harder until she almost thigh-slapper, and I know she is cumming. My female parent is cumming on my cock !

She collapses onto me, breathing hard.

"Thank you, coddle. Thank you. I needed that. I thought my sexual urges had gone, but you've reawakened them. Coming into my elbow room and using my physical structure for sex every night has turned me on again."

She kisses and cuddles me, breathing hard through her olfactory organ as she recovers. My hands travel down to her ass, and I squeeze both cheeks as I begin to range my coxa beneath her, feeling myself sliding in and out of her. She moans again.

"Your turn now, baby ”, she whispers, and rolls off me onto her back. I scramble between her leg and she guides me back inside her."Go for it, baby. I'm all yours."

support my weight on my hands so that I can look down at her, I begin pumping my articulatio coxae. I don't need to be slow and gentle anymore. I thrust into her as hard and as fast as I can, as she whispers encouragement between her moans of pleasure.

She lifts her knees up towards her chest and Tell me to come up onto my stifle."You can fuck me firmly this way, baby."

She's right, and I begin slamming myself into her, her body jerking almost violently with each driving force. After respective instant of pounding my mother relentlessly, I'm sweating and breathing severely, but the tell-tale pulsing begins. My orgasm is on its way. I hammer myself into her even harder. She's squealing and moaning in XTC as my orgasm boils over, and I groan loudly as I release myself into her in several powerful spurts. I have just cum in my mother, with her full cognition and consent !

It's my turn to founder on top of her, panting hard from the sweat of fucking her properly for the first off fourth dimension. We kiss and cuddle again as I recover, and then Mom suggests we get a cascade together.

Standing close under the shower, we let the warm water cascade over our torso as we kiss and cuddle again. Then Mom reaches for the easy lay and we take act washing each early all over. We consume our metre, and Mom is amused by how foresightful I take washing her boobs, but she spends the Lapp meter washing my turncock. Inevitably, I get another hard-on.

"Ready to go again already ?"She grins at me."Well, you've already cum in my mouth and my quim this morning, so you might as well cum in my tierce hole, too. Get the accomplished set in one go."

My eyes are blanket."You mean… ?"

She grins and nods. Reaching for the bottle of conditioner, she squirts some onto my fingers."This works well as a lube. Put one finger in my butt and study it in and out for a while."

She cuddles me as I do as I'm told, and she moans."Mmm, I'd forgotten how good that feels."

She reaches for the conditioner again."Two fingers this time, baby. Then three. Then I'll be ready for you."

I cuddle my Mom and we kiss again. I rub my intemperate cock against her stomach, as I enjoy sliding my fingers in and out of her butt for a curtly piece. She moans into my mouth.

"Let me turn around."

She turns away from me, and leaning against the wall, curving her back, and pushing her butt out towards me. I step behind her, and constituent her cheeks with my thumb. I pause for a moment and reach for the conditioner, coating my cock with a generous covering. I guide the tip to Mom's little tuck hole and push gently. Feeling the press, she pushes back against me, and I'm surprised how easily I enter her. We both groan with pleasance as my cock slides full-length into her ass. It looks awesome.

I begin to twine my pelvis and she pushes against me, matching my rhythm. She moans loudly."So good… so good."

I realise she's stroking her clit. She's getting herself off on her son fucking her in the ass ! This is totally surreal, and an incredible turn-on. My thrusting gathers gait, and I feel her clenching her laughingstock heftiness to add to the stimulation. I'm shocked how quickly it takes me over the edge.

"Oh, Mom. I'm gon na cum again."

"That's it, babe. piece of tail me harder. Cum in Mommy's ass. mom's cumming, too !"

Mom squeals and her articulatio genus buckle as she cums. I grab her hip and view as her up as I thrust harder, squirting my cum deep into her ass as she continues to orgasm.

The pee is still cascading over us as we kiss and cuddle again. I love making out with my mom.

Our lips part for a consequence and she looks up at me."I would love to spend all day fucking my son, but I'm getting hungry, and you need to eat to maintain your energy. You're going to necessitate it ! Let's have breakfast. We can fuck again later."

I can't conceive how enthusiastic my mom is about this. I really thought I was as good as perfectly close nighttime, but I couldn't have been to a greater extent wrong.

We go to our suite to dress, and I head down to the kitchen to join my mother, my sister, and my lover. I wonder if I'm the only guy in the globe who can say that while I'm talking about only one woman. Whatever. I don't precaution. Walking into the kitchen I see my mother, sister, and lover standing at the table with her binding to me, and I know I'm the favourable guy in the existence to have her .