I was looking through my narration and this one leaped out at me as one that needed expanding. I took the opportunity to run through it and adjust some problem I had with the original report. I grant it's not been expanded much, just a hale new, short scene but I think it finished it off better than the original did.


It had been a long cold day. Mom had had to sour the heating down this winter to save money, ever since my father had cut her off she'd been showing signs of slight desperation. The warming was yet another sign.

I tried to help out where I could always silently cursing my founding father, who could more than afford to keep us in the, well no I won't birdcall it luxury but comfort is a serious enough description, that we'd become accustomed to. I mowed lawns on the weekends or washed cable car, earning a decent amount of money actually, but it just wasn't enough to cover the home bills, so my female parent had put our house on the market.

This evening the temperatures outside had dropped well below freezing but as this was one of the few prison term this happened where we lived my female parent refused to turn the heating on. So we sat dressed in woollies and blankets enjoying a still evening in strawman of the TV. Finally my mother decided to go to bed and told me to come too and share her bet with her. I was surprised, we hadn't shared the same bed for six eld, not since I was ten and I had innocently placed my hired man on her breast when we slept. My mother had woken up and yelled at me that time. Now however I knew why, then it wasn't quite so understandable.

"But Mom I don't wear any PJ's."I said trying to get out of this. I knew the duvet on my bed would be lovely and warm tonight, after I'd spent enough time in it to erect it's temperature. But my female parent was adamant that I sleep with her.

"Billy, we'll part our warmth, you can wear your pugilist to comprehend yourself."I finally, reluctantly agreed.

My mother changed in her bathroom putting on her nighty as I went to my room and shucked off my denim and round top. I quickly clambered under the covers and my mother joined me soon after. I was a little storm at how sparse and revealing her nightie was. I rarely saw her in a state of undress, and during the day her nighties were enough to cover her modesty but this night with the light behind her it was lucid and I got a nice view of her form through the material. She turned the bedside light off and cuddled into me.

It took a patch for her closeness to intercept being uncomfortable for me and I finally dropped off. A few hours later I woke up and was surprised to feel my penis as hard as it ever had been, but even more surprising was that somehow whilst gone my cock had slipped out of the straw man of my Boxer shortstop, and my mother's nightdress had ridden up high enough that my hawkshaw was nestled between the cheeks of her arse, skin on skin. This made me nervous as hell, recalling the cheering I had received after the accident when I was only ten and accidentally walked in on my mom as she was dressing. Now I was 16 and I was well cognizant of the locating I was in.

I started to conceive about my mother for the foremost time in earnest as an object of intimate desire. I slowly reached my go forth arm over my mother and cuddled her close to me, moving my penis a little between her rear end. As destiny would have it my mother also moved a little, this had the flux effect, though I didn't really screw it of placing my penis very close to the entrance of her vagina, then as my hand holding her accidentally brushed against her breasts her body moved again and I suddenly felt cover girl wet affectionateness surround my pecker. I quickly realised that I had entered somewhere I shouldn't really be, but I was also enjoying the sensation immensely. I had heard a soft groan dodging from my mother as I entered her, but other than that she didn't react at all.

I traced my hand over her breasts now, figuring if my mother woke up I really didn't aid, I was inside her and loving it, fondling her breasts weren't going to be a trouble compared to that. I traced around her breasts feeling the sheik of them and brushing over her tit that were as intemperately as sway. I squeezed and kneaded them feeling the flesh pealing between my digit. I quietly and gently nuzzled into her neck as I gently and nervously pulled myself ever so slightly out of her, then I thrust slowly back in, loving the feel of her wet vagina drawing me into her.

One hand gently traced down the forepart of her body, feeling the hem of her nighty as my manus made contact with the bare flesh of her stomach. I carried on down until I felt the hairs of her agglomerate reaching out to welcome my workforce comportment. I ran my fingers gently through them until I felt the flesh change, and then my mother's trunk jumped in my arms slightly as my fingers gently ran over her clit. I didn't really know the importance of that single, tiny expanse of a womanhood but my obstinate nature loved the fact she had jumped in my weapons system like that, especially as it had resulted in her vagina squeezing my prick tightly within it. I played gently in that area now, not managing to illicit any jumps from her anymore, but her vagina was definitely paying close attention to my prick now.

I thrust into her again, again drawing a serenity moan form my mother. And I played gently with her breasts through the thin material of the nightdress. I began to thrust into my female parent less gently as I felt myself building up, the nervousness about what I was doing and the simple fact that this was my first prison term meant that very quickly I came inside her, taking all of the nervousness and tension straight out of me. I lay still once more holding my mother in my arms, my penis slowly deflating inside her, when suddenly my mother rolled over, kissed me and said"That was lovely darling, tomorrow we'll do it properly."

She held me in her arms now as I quietly fell asleep, realising that my mother had Sir Thomas More than likely arranged us as I'd found us when I woke up. I also looked forward to the sunrise and what it would bring.

The next day dawned brilliant and early, with me waking up feeling strangely satisfied and happy about things. It took a few mo more for the memory of the betimes hours of the break of the day to obtrude on my consciousness, and a smile slowly spread across my face, by the time I recalled my mother's last gossip to me as I fell asleep I definitely looked like the cat that had got the cream.

I rolled over and found the bed vacate next to me. It was a Sat, it was definitely freezing frigid outside the bedding material but I could palpate the sunshine cyclosis in through the window and knew it would quickly change into quite a warm day. Looks like winter had taken his terminal feeble stroke at this part of the world and now summertime was coming.

I listened to the sounds of the house and finally heard the unruffled William Tell tale sounds of my mother in the shower. I climbed out of bed, not bothering to rule my underdrawers which had somehow managed to find their own way to the level during the dark, and headed to the bath my mom was in. I quietly opened the doorway now and was treated to a slew I'd glimpsed in the past and last night would have truly appreciated. I more than appreciated the sight now of my mother standing in the shower with water streaming down her body, her breast glistening in the wet. I stood drinking in the spate of her, my stopcock slowly rising to attention.

The draft of the room access gap must have found its way into the cascade because suddenly she turned and looked at me."Morning billy club. I'd ask you to join me but the rain shower's a picayune small."

I smiled"That's ok mom I'm enjoying the view."

"I'm sure you are"my mom said quietly.

She finished the shower at that stop, climbing out. Desperate to get close to her I grabbed her towel off the radiator where it was warming and walked up to her with it. She smiled knowing exactly what I was about to do. I began gently rubbing her spine with the towel, and then tentatively moving one shot to her front, finally, deliberately placing my towel covered hired hand on both her breasts, rubbing the towelling over her mamilla. She moaned quietly at the sensation as her mammilla stiffened noticeably. I was startled when suddenly I felt her handwriting range hold of my prick and began rubbing it up and down gently. I moved one helping hand down over her stomach, drying it gently until my still towel breed hand reaced her genitalia and I began rubbing it dry. I allowed the towel to slide from my deal and began rubbing my fingers gently over the lips of her vagina and pressed her clit slightly as I did so.

My mom moaned in answer and spoke quietly"Ok I shouldn't have bothered with the rain shower, let's get back to the bedroom. We ran out of the warmly bathroom to her bed, diving under the concealment to get lovesome once more. She pushed me back on the bed then began to kiss me, looking up into my eyes she moved slowly down my torso. I tried to hit out to play with her bosom but she batted my handwriting away."I really enjoyed conclusion night son, let me return the favour and display you something different."

I had no idea what she meant until after she'd slowly moved down my consistence I felt warm breathing place and then the moist heat of her sass engulfing my ragingly hard tool. Her knife swirled around the head lighting flak in my stomach and making my dick stock to detonate with all the rake rushing to it. She took the whole of it into her backtalk, gagging slightly as she took it into her throat. But she didn't period and then sucked as she moved her head back up the stallion length.

I lay there in one-seventh heaven as my mom gave me my first blow job. I could feel my climax building up and said"Mom I'm coming."She then started humming slightly as she sucked my dick, the resulting increased quivering made me explode into her mouth like a volcano. She kept her mouth there sucking and sucking until finally my prick started to wilt in her mouth. I could listen her swallowing everything she could and finally she looked up at me with a grin on her aspect, licking what remainder had escaped past her lips and said"I really enjoyed that, now it's your turn."

This was going to be a inaugural for me. She lay back herself and I moved over on top of her, her breasts squashing into my chest as I kissed her, tasting the slightly salty balance of myself in her mouth and on her rim. I didn't mind the taste too much, after all how could I complain since she'd just swallowed the lot. I then kissed her neck and down to her titty, and there I paused kissing and kneading them with my human face, sucking on her nibbles then gently nibbling on them, eliciting a pant from her. I moved down then finally placing myself face to boldness with the opening I had come from all those 16 yr before.

I tentatively licked the lips of her vagina, discovering the taste perception. I thought about it, and decided that despite the slight Fe taste it wasn't bad at all, so I dove in. I licked, sucked and lashed my clapper around her vagina then her clit then back again. Then I began pushing my tongue further and further into her. It was at that level my mind flashed to an erotic story I had once read on the net where the guy was able to pass his olfactory organ with his tongue, for some reasonableness this power allowed him to drive women absolutely wild with it. I was capable to do the Lapp affair so I probed my tongue into her then curled it up, pulled back and did it again. Suddenly my mother's second joint clamped around my read/write head like a vice. I couldn't breath for a few seconds her clench on me was so impregnable. She yelled out in pleasure and thrashed about. I was to say the least a trivial surprised.

After she calmed down she said in a dreamy happy voice"Wow billystick where the Hell did you learn to reach my g-spot ?"

"Your what slur ?"

She shook her fountainhead and said"It doesn't issue, but you just hold open doing that if nothing else and you can come to my bed any damn meter you want."

Whilst she'd spoken I had moved up her until I was looking directly into her eyes, and my now very hard rooster was positioned once more at the entrance to her pussy. I smiled as with very little counsel from me I slid straight into her as I kissed her on the sassing. I start thrusting slowly into listening to my mother gasp each clip I embedded myself deep within her. She thrust back at me as I began to pick up pace. Suddenly I felt her go fixed once more and her nails dug into my back as her already medium vagina threw her over into another orgasm, clamping knockout onto my dick as a I ploughed into her. I couldn't take it anymore myself and erupted again into her looking intently into her eyes as I slowed to a stop exhausted once more, falling arduous to the face, my turncock sliding out we held each other catching our breathing place each trying to make up one's mind what the futurity held .