Ever since my early teenage years when i started to realize the deviation between a boy and girl i have had a facination with my female parent. It was never anything she did or said that caught my attention, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the sense of tabu of being with an older fair sex coupled with that Sami women being the most of import somebody in my biography.

My mother is not a topnotch model, most people would n't blink twice if they walked past her in the street, but she is everything to me and there was very picayune she could do wrong in my eyes. She was of fair height, blonde hair that sat around her berm blades, culture medium build and average breast. She dressed the way any 40+ class old mother would dress and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

I have an older sister who is 3 eld my senior ; and while I had the odd fleeting fantasy about her, they were always just that, a pass off consequence that i would never imagine coming true.

As a youth teenager living at dwelling house I remember diving through the dirty laundry trying to find mums bras and panties to conceal away in my elbow room for a few days before i 'd return them hoping to quash suspicion. I didnt really know 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 way one day and my stream stash of dirty underclothing had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my female parent did n't feel the Saame way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or burden the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever happen, i moved out, got married and started a household of my own.

Now i am 30 year old and my mother is approaching her 60th natal day 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 endure year.

My mother and Father had started a petty refurbishment project to keep themselves meddlesome in the early years of retreat. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 Clarence Day a week in town and left mum at home tinkering away at odd jobs. One afternoon i popped in to see the forward motion of the overhaul and noticed mum was scrunched up under the table trying to stain the mesa legs. When she saw me enter the room access she slowly rolled out from under the table and gradually stretch up, clearly in some hurting. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

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

I jokingly said `` Well at least let me feed you a footling massage so you can stand up straight ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should lead her top off to obviate getting blot on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying face down on the rag in just her shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm the moisturising emollient in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her book binding and shoulders. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my illusion, it quickly shot to the cutting edge of my brain 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 side of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt great and asked if i could rub her calves aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my endeavour on the her scummy branch, admiring the svelte view of her ass through her tightly fitting blue jean underdrawers. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper berth area of her legs where her shorts finished. I could only slide the very ends of my fingers under her shorts but no advance before the fabric hindered advancement. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No wait, that felt great, 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 quadrangle too '' she pleaded.

With my female parent now laying there in nothing but her underclothes i obliged and massaged her upper leg, leaning into it more and More just as an apology to get my cheek closer to her ass. As i neared the stem of her ass i made the decision to casually massage continuously back to her scummy back to approximate her response. To my surprisal my female parent didnt flinch, nor comment about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to hover around her lower vertebral column before skipping across back to the upper part of her branch.

It was here i got the first reading of my life that my mother may be thinking the same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her second joint she slightly spread her legs providing a little more accession. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist full of she sheets in the process too.

I clumsily let my fingerbreadth entrance the outside of her step-in on a nervy stroke and noticed a slight flinch from my female parent, but still no input, or request to bar. One Sir Thomas More accidently physical contact with her pantie and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to stop me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's lower back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the speed function of her pegleg. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to roll over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this time a little lower, and moved my hands up inside her step-in on to her ass boldness, trying to defecate my aim clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her panties down off her ass and buss her mightily cheek. From here i could smell out a aroma i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could recollect from her dirty laundry all those eld ago.

With her panty now around her thigh she opened her branch as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this clock time with consider passing over the backtalk of her now exposed pussy. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her step-in and presented herself on her back, knees bent and legs banquet.

Neither of us were saying anything at this mo, rather the lust of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mothers pussy in a state of affairs i could previously only dream of.

I 'm not for sure why but we did n't do anything more than me enjoying my female parent, after a few cries of excitement from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no embarrassing look, just my mother and i held in a close embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her clothes back on, offered to take a crap a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

Surprisingly my relationship with my mother has n't changed, it is of course our secret, but we dont lecture about it nor acknowledge it. Whilst i hope every day it will befall again i am very thankful it happened at all .