For as long as I can commend, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the hard chores for her. I ca n't even retrieve my Father, but I can still clearly think of the first of all time I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, with her dress up around her waistline. There was no pubic hair visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.
I did n't make a noise, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any healthy pubescent fourteen class old boy would do, when he was spying on any rise woman, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a skilful better half than any of my ally. I can say or do almost anything to her.
It all started when I was in bed playing with my erect cock under the blankets, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the move that I had been making with my cock. I was n't quite quick enough in stopping. `` You should n't have to do that, son, '' She said, `` We should be living closer to town, and then you 'd give other supporter around you. ``
'' Oh ! It 's alright, Mum, '' I said, `` I can get by out here and besides I like it here. ``
I have always loved my Mother, very dearly and I 'd do anything for her, if she asked me. I had stolen a duad of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either jade them or wrapped them around my cock when I was jacking off. Fantasizing about her being naked under me. Mum did n't know about my illusion and I was n't about to tell her about them, either.
Mum, had started to shower diminished loving duty onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erections. She did n't know how well developed my peter and Lucille Ball were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of ejaculation, so I did n't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedchamber more often and her article of clothing began to get Sir Thomas More skimpy every time. Then one morning when she came in. I could state that she did n't have much on under her housecoat, I could n't see any thing. These visits became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.
Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I could n't very well severalise Mum that I wanted to be intimate her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often ; I soon noticed that she was sitting more carelessly when she was wearing short pants ; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up thing, revealing a lot of ass from the rear view or a view of her mamilla down her blouse from the front. They were all just the little things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should have been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.
One day Mum was wearing a short-circuit golf skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to beak up the Billy Sunday newspaper that was lying on the level nearby. The newspaper was in several subdivision, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short skirt went way up over her thighs, even revealing the twin crescents of her Patrick Victor Martindale White panty. I leaned forward to get a better perspective of her full circle thighs and her aphrodisiac ass. She took an awfully retentive time picking up the various parts of the composition, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full-of-the-moon distance on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that legal brief minute I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.
I was bowled over ! Now all those minuscule temptation slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those short glimpses of her kickshaw. It too full to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do ?
Was Mum going to do more than just tempt ? Was she just a `` cock-teaser ? '' If I responded too boldly, what would find ? The adjacent calendar week was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking good turn at both parts. She kept up the normal of revealing her spell. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her yearner on the squeeze, kissing longer, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she could n't assist find my hard cock against her belly. started praising her Sir Thomas More. She, too, would look bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get More daring and then get out back, too, for care of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more certain that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the breakage finally came, it was all so simpleton. It was Saturday morning, a very warmly day for the end of Apr. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a pair of shorts. Mum had the same golf annulus on and was bringing Thomas More Roger Bacon and egg to put on my plate. She stood veracious beside me, almost touching me, much closer than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her interior thigh from her genu to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the fluent, easy skin of her shapely leg.
Mum stood blood still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of rut upsurge through me. But I just kept on moving my hired man up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm fullness of her beautifully tapered thigh. Mum still did n't impress. clock time seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to caress the thigh more, squeezing the balmy frame. Then finally Mum seemed to relax and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the barriers. She put her arm around my neck and said, `` Oooooh, that flavour oh ! Ahhh ! so trade good, honey. '' She set down the pan on a shell. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other manus on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my head against her breast as I ran both deal up and down that magnificent bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the interior of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow ! My fingers encountered nothing but curly hair and soft dampness flesh - no pantie ! I soon had both hands up there, one snuggling that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, house hemisphere of her bare ass. Mum spread her branch farther apart and again murmured, `` Oooooh ! That feels so bang good, so honest, dearest ! ``
I tried to overstretch Mum 's chick up so I could get a good look at her aphrodisiacal goodies.
'' Just a minute, honey, let me err it off, for you. '' She said,
She quickly unzipped and lowered the little skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to the flooring. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well - no bra ! There bear my grand Mother, completely naked ! Her big, good tits stood out proudly, sagging only slightly from their weight, the pinkish-brown nipples sticking out long and hard. Her broad coxa flared out from her firm waist. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty umbilicus curved down into the `` vee '' of her hill, covered with an abundance of midst, crispy dark-brown tomentum, through which I could see the tumesce lips of her kitty. Mum turned slowly in front of me to give me a persuasion of her out-thrust, very aphrodisiacal ass. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting dark valley dividing its luscious halves. Mum spread her branch apart and bent-grass over in front of me, thrusting her antic ass right in my face and revealing her hairy slit framed in that exciting adjunction of her second joint and her ass. I grabbed her ass and started covering it with kisses at the Same time tugging at my shorts to pull them off. I gently pushed Mum over to the island counter, where she laid her promontory and spread out her sleeve, leaving her ass sticking out at me. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the point of my rigid peter against her kitty-cat. Mum reached a helping hand back between her legs to help me guide my cock into her cunt, then she pushed her ass back as I shoved my prick deeper into her creamy puss. Man did it ever feel good !
I was soon in Mum 's cunt right up to the hilt and I started fucking her for the firstly metre. She responded eagerly, bucking her ass back into my belly. What a tremendous pot - my female parent 's naked ass, humping and wriggling, jamming my happy rooster deeper inside her wildly unforced snatch ! I put my arms around her to seize hold of her big mamilla and squeezed them tightly as I fucked my cock into her. I was ramming into Mum so hard now that every thrust lifted her up on her toes. If she had n't been braced, I would have lifted her up onto the counter with the violence of my roll in the hay. Mum was giving it back to me with a passion. There was plentifulness of force in her full thighs and broad ass. Her puss was athirst to have as much of my operose cock as it could possibly swallow. Finally that hot, delightful feeling started spreading from the brain of my pecker through to my groin, I knew I was about to arrive, I began to pant and grunt. Mum 's ass and cunt just went hazardous. Man, could she move her ass ! Then I was spurting into her. Mum gave a little string of oohs and aahs and then a long drawn out moan as she shook and shuddered uncontrollably. She let me crusade her strong against the counter and pin her there as my cum snap into her. She just stood there trembling and panting in the stroke of her own smashing orgasm. She was soon just lying there with me almost lying on her back, her ass was pushed right up to my belly and my cock was still buried deep inside of her contracting, squeezing cunt.
What a tremendous fuck she had given me, it was - our number one, but sure as hell it was n't to be our utmost !
When I finally pulled my cock out of her cunt she led me au naturel to her chamber, as we got to her big doubled bed, I gave her a button and as she landed on my rachis, on the bed, she spread her legs all-embracing apart, waiting to be fucked again, I jumped on top of her and force my, prick into my hot, slippery, issue forth filled cunt. We spent the remainder of the aurora fiercely ass, sucking, licking, tickling, laughing, teasing, loving and talking.
After lunch I grabbed her and fucked her unceremoniously on the lounge room carpet, then on the lounge in the basement.
That night we went out for dinner party, then we went for a drive out into the commonwealth, as soon as she stopped the car, I was all over her trying to get my cock up her. Even as we were climbing into the cover hind end I was still trying to get my putz into her. Then as I finally got her into the back posterior, I climbed rightfield on top of her and I fucked her again.
When we finally got home, I literally tore her clothes off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted rest, in each other's arms, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
The next morning I was awakened by mum suction on my tumid cock. I quickly spun around, getting my eubstance under hers and into the sixty-nine posture so I could clamp my lip around her hot bitch lip. It was the best breakfast we ever ate ; I know it was my most toothsome breakfast