What a marvelous Mother I have.

I had just turned 30 when I moved back in with my female parent. The age difference was not great as she had me when she was Loretta Young and even though she was in her late 40s she looked jr. although I had never looked at her in any way other than a son would reckon at his Mother.

Moving in with her was convenient for both of us as my lieu of work was close and she was on her own so sharing the eyeshade was helpful to her. She was living alone due to my Father leaving her, she was not upset about him leaving as she told me the kinship between them broken down and he had become not a nice mortal. I had moved out a few geezerhood ago due to forge relocating but my firm had opened new agency that were close to my Mother.

Our relationship had always been very good, we enjoyed each other's company and would pass hours talking about what had been on the news show that day and chat about what sort of day we had.

I had been living with her for a few months when we were invited to my cousins wedding which although a skilful few time of day drive away was something that she wanted to serve. As it was some way away we booked to stick at a Hotel finale to the hymeneals and to save some money booked one elbow room with break up beds. We did not consider this to be a problem. The wedding day was very pleasant and Mother enjoyed herself meeting copulation she had not seen for some clip. As rule at weddings there was mass to drink, female parent and I enjoyed a chalk of wine in the evening when nursing home but by the end of this day we had drunk more than a glass or two. We were not drunk but had the relaxed happy feeling that a glass or two ( Or three ) of wine gives.

At the end of the eve we returned to our Hotel room having enjoyed the day and had taken a half evacuate feeding bottle of wine-coloured back with us. We got ready for bed and lay in our bottom with a glass of wine talking about what a nice wedding it was and mother talked about meeting relatives she had not seen for some meter. She asked me about my girlfriends and had I ever considered wedlock or long term relationships, I replied that I had probably made a mistake concentrating too much on my job but it was a job that I really enjoyed so at the time I did not consider long condition family relationship.

Mother said that if I wanted to bring a girl home it would not be a job and if I wanted time alone with a young lady she would go out for the eve. Strangely this public lecture of girlfriend aroused me slightly and I had to adjust the bedding to obscure my arousal. Mother noticed my soreness and apologised if she had embarrassed me and said not to worry as it was quite normal. She said that she would go to the bathroom and leave alone me alone for a piece. I said there was no need as I was going to slumber but she replied that it would be a proficient melodic theme to go to sleep belief tense.

Mother then came over and sat on the English of my bed slid her had beneath the covers and gently held my upright penis saying that maybe she could serve me. I was in a slight DoS of shock absorber but her hand felt skillful and the effects of the wine had taken over. She then proceeded to very gently move her mitt up and down, this movement was like nothing I had felt before, it was so subdued and slow. Suddenly she surprised me by getting off the bed and going into the bathroom, she returned with a bottle of child oil that she said she used after a shower. She poured some onto her paw and returned to my member and proceeded with the slow gentle stroke, I was surprised how sound she was doing what she was doing as it was not something that one thinks their Mother capable of. She would gently force down my prepuce then delicately closing curtain her hand around the point of my member and slowly move her script down. The feeling of her lubricate bridge player sliding down was antic and made me tremble each time her hired hand moved. She continued the stroking very slowly and her grip was so lenify, the spirit was so intense it seemed to make me backbreaking than I had ever been before. Suddenly I realised what was happening and said to her this could not be right. Her reply was why was it damage, we were both consenting grownup, we are not harming anyone and she was so pleased to be able to help the son that she loved.

By this time my arousal was so great all I could think about was the feelings that she was giving me. I told her that I had never felt such mavin before and she replied that only a Mother could be so blue and said that I should just lie back and enjoy what was happening. She continued with her stroking and the feelings she was giving me on the exposed end of my phallus was something that I would never forget. She would displume back my foreskin and chute her closed slowly hand down over the end of my penis. These feeling become too often and I said to her that I would accept to finish, her reply was whenever I was ready, I noticed that she was looking directly at my face with a look of pure joy, this was too a good deal for me and I had an climax like I had never had before.
As I orgasmed a low strait of pleasure came from her. I lay there for a minute or two recovering, she still kept her hand on my phallus and I was surprised that she was still gently stroking as normally after an sexual climax I am so sensitive that any contact with my penis would be too much. I thought about what she said that only a Mother can be so patrician.

As I lay there I noticed a muffle piece on her knickerbockers, she followed my gaze and let out an"Oh"of surprisal, I asked why the Oh and she replied that she had never seen this before. I said that seemed strange but apparently she had always needed some enforce lubrication before sex.

This made me suppose that maybe she needed some moderation after what had just happened so I asked if there was anything I could do for her. She thought about this and while did not say no seemed unsure what to say. I reminded her on what she said earlier ( why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone and she was so pleased to be able to help the son that she loved ) so I wanted to help and please the mother that I loved.

She lay down on her bed removing her bloomers as she did so. I sat down beside her and placed my hand under her nightdress and slowly and gently slid a finger into her, as I did she gave a slender vellication and a low groan of pleasure. I was expecting her to be very wet down there but it was more of a smooth creamy impression. I gently put my finger on her clit and slowly stroked alternating with circular motility on and around her button. It was apparent that she enjoyed this very much especially when I slide my fingerbreadth deeper into her to get more juices for lubrication.

I tried different methods and noticed that when I rubbed with circular motions just above her button her respiration increased even more. After a few minutes she asked if it was ok for her to land up, I said that I had not been doing this for very long, she replied that it had been a long metre since she had an orgasm and could not hold off any longer. She asked if I would slither my finger deep into her alternating with the rubbing I had been doing just above her button as she enjoyed that the most. As I did so she looked directly at me with a smiling then asked me to rub slightly harder and faster. I did as she asked and it did not take away long for her to orgasm, she tensed slightly gave a low quite groan and it was obvious that she had enjoyed the experience.

After about a minute or so I said that it must be sentence to go to catch some Z's, as I was about to get off her bed she held my hired man and whispered"Thank you ”.


I returned to my bed and as I lay down my psyche was full of all sorts of idea, the chief one being that what had just happened could not be correct despite what my Mother had said about us being consenting adults.

The adjacent matter I knew it was the trace sunrise, as I awoke my first thoughts went back to what had happened the evening before and how mother and I would be with each other. She noticed that I was awake, said"Good morning time, hope you slept well ”. I notice that she must have been awake for some clip as she had had a shower bath, was dressed and packing the slip for us to return habitation. I showered, got dressed, we went down for breakfast then loaded the cases on the car and proceeded to ride home. During this prison term nothing was said about the evening before so the drive home of a few hours looked like it could be matter to.

Mother and I never had problems talking so during the private road home we chatted about the hymeneals, the news from the radio etc but I could not get out of my nous how and if we would talk about what had happened the previous evening.
After about an hour Mother said that she felt shamefaced about what had happened, she thought she was the one who had started what had happened and although it would take in been promiscuous for her to blame drinking too much she was worried that I may find guilty about what had happened. I thought for a moment and said that while guilt was not what I felt I did feel uncomfortable although I told her I remember what she said, ( why was it wrong, we were both consenting adult, we are not harming anyone ). Her response was maybe we should think a piece about this and discuss it again, she suggested that we think for a piece and I agreed.

The drive household continued with both of us deep in our own thoughts. A while later Mother stared the conversation saying that if what happened was going to be something that would not materialise again we should not allow it to affect our relationship as we were living in the same sign of the zodiac or we could deliberate where we go from here. I asked what she meant, she replied that if I wanted to go to the side by side level she was ok with that although maybe if we did we should consider that my feeling of being uncomfortable would not go away so we try the next level once then micturate a determination. I thought for a few seconds and asked what she meant by the"future level ”. Her prompting was that we make no house plans, just get together and see how things go. mother mentioned that my girlfriends always seemed to bear the Lapp face, I asked what she meant.

She said I seemed to like them with makeup of Red backtalk and dark eyes, not mickle of composition but enough to collapse a sexy aspect and they all seemed to have short-circuit skirts with stockings. I asked why she was mentioning this and she replied that if we were going to the adjacent point she would decorate like this knowing that it was something that I liked and it would give her so much pleasure knowing that she was pleasing me. This talk was arousing me and I was having to shuffle in my seat to get comfortable, she noticed my discomfort and gently put her helping hand on my knee and gave me a grinning. I agreed that maybe we should try something once more and see how we felt as that was the only way we would know for sure.

By this time we had arrived home, I unloaded the slip, we had a chocolate and as it was latterly we went to our own room and went to sleep.


The future couplet of weeks were back to normal routine of work etc. I still enjoyed our confabulation with our evening meal, things between us was like goose egg had ever happened. I was wondering how one of us was going to go up the subject when one day female parent said maybe she should get a brace of extra bottles of wine for the weekend to assist us slack more. I replied that this sounded like a unspoilt theme.

The followers Saturday Mother mentioned that there was a comedy motion picture on TV that evening that she would like to see and would I like to observe it with her as we always enjoyed watching hooey together. On the Sabbatum evening I sat in the living room waiting for Mother to unite me, she came into the way and suggested that maybe we would be more comfortable watching the photographic film in her bedroom. Sounded like a in effect idea to me so we opened a bottle of wine-colored and lay on her bed watching the film. It seemed that the laughter from both of us increased as the picture progressed but it was the vino making us Thomas More relaxed. When the moving-picture show finished Mother said she wanted to take a shower to have herself more easy.

I lay back flicking through the TV channels not really noticing what was on the silver screen as my brain was in a different piazza. When Mother takes a shower it is not strange for her to take some time so I was not surprise that is was about half an minute before I heard her footsteps in the mansion house returning to the elbow room. What I had not expected was the quite a little I saw when she came through the room access, suddenly I remembered the conversation we had on the campaign home from the marriage. She had put on makeup with the look she knew I liked, Red rim, black eye makeup, silklike stockings and a dame that was very tight and so scant I could see the tops of the stockings, she also had a bra on that seems a size to small pushing her chest up and together making it look like her knocker were trying to escape. I noticed what a nice digit she had as this is something I have never thought about before never thinking about looking at her only as a son would look at his mother. Her appearance was zippo like I had ever seen my female parent before and she asked did I O.K., all I could do was to nod my head and susurration"Oh yes ”.


She walked over to the bed and slip under the screen, she put her arms around me and we just laid there together for a few minutes. She smelled very nice having put on some perfume and she whispered in my ear how pleasurable it was dressing to delight me, she then moved her hand down to my penis and feeling how hard my erection was commented how good she felt knowing it was her that had made me so hard. She stroked my erection with delicate and aristocratical motions that made my penis quiver with pleasure. Looking orchestrate into my eyes she whispered"this is just for you"she then pulled the cover off me and moved down the bed.

She placed my erection in her rima oris which was so warm, she then proceeded to gently run her sass down almost getting all of my hard-on into her mouth, after a twosome of minutes of this she pulling my foreskin down and gently slid her lips over the end, as she got to the al-Qaida of the tip would suck up just enough for me to feel what she was doing. When I looked down I almost came as the lot of those red backtalk sliding and sucking and the sexy dark oculus looking up at me was nearly too much. Mother must have realised how I was feeling so lay off, came up to me and whispered that I should rest for a piece as she had so much more to consecrate.

As we lay there I thought it would be Nice if I return the favour and delight female parent. I moved my hand down but had trouble as her wench was so fast, I shuffled down the bed and moved her doll up just enough to be greeted with a lovely sight as she was not wearing any knickers and the hatful of the shinny stocking on her second joint added to the look.

As I slid a finger into her I could feel her body tense slightly and my digit could feel the juices inside her, not wet but politic and creamy. I could not stand firm putting my tongue inside her and as I moved my knife slowly and delicately upwards I could finger female parent tense even more and when I felt her push button I gently moved my tongue over the end. There was no uncertainty she enjoyed this very much so I continued with putting my tongue as rich as I could into her then slowly and delicately licking up until I made contact with her clitoris.

As I continued to please her the juices inside mother increased so a great deal that I could feel them running down my glossa making me get down and there were some dribbling out the box of my oral cavity. It gave me great delight knowing that I was pleasing female parent so much for her to have so much pussy juice. It did not acquire much of this licking until Mother asked me to stop as she said she was very close and did not want to go yet. As I moved up the bed I reached over to get a tissue to wipe my mouth but mother stopped me and gave me a gentle buss, as she did so she put her glossa in my lip. She said that she wanted to smack her succus in my mouth, Mother thought it was very nice kissing me and tasting her juice so I moved down on her again, put my tongue deep into her so that I could cream up as much juice as possible then softly kiss her as her tongue moved over mine so she could taste more. I was unsure if it was the kisses or her juices that she enjoyed so much, I know that it was both the kisses and juices that I liked.

We lay down to possess a rest. female parent then went to the bathroom and when she returned a few instant later I noticed that she had put on some fresh lip rouge and the look of those red mouth was very nice.

She lay down beside me and tenderly placed her hand over my phallus and it did not conduct foresightful before I had a laborious erection. She then placed a leg over me so that she was erect and straddling me, female parent then slowly pulled down my foreskin and placed the tip of my erection at her opening. Very slowly she lowered herself down until all of me was inside, the feeling as she slid down was so beautiful. When I was all the way in she stopped and was looking send into my eyes, it was then that I felt wavelet up and down on my erection, I realised that she was contracting and releasing the muscleman inside her, the tactile sensation was so touchy and such a delight. She asked did I like what she was doing and all I could do was to nod.

After a curtly while female parent slowly moved her body up and down, very unforesightful movements at low then increasing until my tip of my erection was at her entrance. She would then slowly move down sliding smoothly onto me, she seemed to get the motion just right so as to move over us both level best pleasure without getting us to close to an orgasm. I wanted this to go on forever but knew it could not it was then mother asked if we could change positions.


She lay down and I positioned myself between her wooden leg, I paused for a moment to see the wonderful sight of my mother below me with her drab eyes, red lips and breasts squeezed into the bra. I placed my erecting at her entrance and slowly and delicately slid into her. As I did so I could find her physical structure tense until I was in her as far as I could go, she then put her arms around me and pulled me on top of her holding me so that our bodies made contact.

We stayed like that for a piece enjoying the tone of our cutis against each other, I then felt ripples all over my erection and realised that she was contracting and relaxing her internal vaginal heftiness giving me such beautiful feelings all over my erection. It was plain stitch to see that she was also enjoying the experience. It felt like we were made for each other as my erecting seemed to fit in her perfectly as I could experience contact with her over every contribution of my erection.

I pushed myself up so that I could go to move my erection inside her, I started very slowly, diminished social movement at maiden then longer until the end my erection was just at the ingress to her, I would then slowly push down until I was all the way in, stopping for a moment then repeating this movement.

mother was enjoying this very much especially when my erection penetrated her and after a few min she whispered that she was very close and she wanted us to descend at the Lapp time, together. I agreed that this would be squeamish so I slightly increased the speed I was sliding into her and I could tell by her breathing and the dissonance of delight coming from her that she was nearly ready.

She then whispered"please now, Oh please now ”, looking down at her, hearing her whispers and seeing her looking so beautiful with her obscure eyes and red back talk I said"yes now ”. As my sexual climax started everything seemed to go into slow apparent movement, I could find my erection pulsing like I had never felt before and Mothers intragroup muscles contacted over my hard-on as my juices entered her. Our orgasms seemed to go on forever but it could not have been longer that 20 or 30 seconds.

My Mother pulled me down onto her and putting her implements of war around me held me while we recovered. After a few minutes I rolled over beside her and we just looked at each other, she then whispered"Thank you ”. We fell asleep in that position and when I awoke in the dawning Mother was in the kitchen having had a exhibitor and dressed.

Nothing was said about what had happened. It was obvious to both of us that this was not going to be a one off. We continue to enjoy each former and have done for some time. We have a"code"of shall we get a span of bottle of wine for the weekend knowing what this meant. We experiment with different method acting with the intention of pleasing each other as lots as possible. We never know what the other is going to storm us with but that just adds to the enjoyment.

As mentioned we never talk to each other about this human relationship, we go about our normal daily routines and still relish our Old World chat over the evening meal, just like we did before. I do not regard that I am having sex with my female parent just two adults giving each other pleasure, unless I am in disaffirmation ? although I still have a petty persuasion that this is not rectify but can it be awry if between consenting adults ? .