Ever since my early teenage yr when i started to understand the difference between a boy and fille i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my aid, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the mother wit of taboo of being with an onetime cleaning woman coupled with that same women being the most of import person in my life.

My mother is not a exceedingly fashion 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 little she could do wrong in my heart. She was of mediocre height, light-haired hair that sat around her berm blades, sensitive build and average boob. She dressed the way any 40+ year old mother would dress and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

I have an senior baby who is 3 years my senior ; and while I had the odd fleeting fantasy about her, they were always just that, a fleeting bit that i would never imagine coming true.

As a young teenager keep at home I remember diving through the dirty laundry trying to find mums bras and panty to hide away in my elbow room for a few days before i 'd rejoin them hoping to avoid mistrust. 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 room one day and my current cache of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my female parent never said a thing.

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

Now i am 30 years old and my mother is approaching her sixtieth birthday but i never grew out of the taboo fantasy i started as a stripling. To this day, i never thought anything would ever eventuate from it, but that all changed late hold up year.

My mother and Father had started a little renovation project to keep themselves busy in the early years of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 days a week in town and left mum at home tinkering away at odd jobs. One afternoon i popped in to see the onward motion of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the tabular array trying to sully the table pegleg. When she saw me enter the door she slowly rolled out from under the table and gradually stretch up, clearly in some pain. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask `` What are you doing to yourself ? ``

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

I jokingly said `` Well at to the lowest degree let me give you a little massage so you can stand up straight ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should read her top off to avoid getting discoloration on the sheets. Sure enough when i made my way into the way my mother was laying side down on the sheets in just her underdrawers and a bra. I proceeded to warm up the moisturising cream in my deal before straddling my mother and gently rubber her back and articulatio humeri. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my thinker and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my hand as low on her back as i could and made sure i was making muckle of contact with the side of her bra.

After a minuscule while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt enceinte and asked if i could rub her calves aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my attempt on the her low-pitched legs, admiring the slight sentiment of her ass through her tightly fitting denim boxers. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper expanse of her ramification where her short circuit finished. I could only slip the very ends of my fingers under her underdrawers but no further before the fabric hindered progress. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my female parent calves.

'' No delay, that felt great, give me a second '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her shorts before assuming her view on the bed again. `` Please rub down my quads too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in nothing but her underwear i obliged and massaged her upper leg, leaning into it Sir Thomas More and Thomas More just as an excuse to get my typeface finisher to her ass. As i neared the base of her ass i made the decision to casually massage continuously back to her lower backrest to judge her reaction. To my surprise my mother didnt flinch, nor comment about my brief encouter with her ass cheeks. I continued to bulk large around her lower binding before skipping across back to the upper part of her leg.

It was here i got the firstly indication of my life that my female parent may be thinking the same thing as me. As i massaged the inside of her second joint she slightly spread her peg providing a footling more access. I noticed she clinched her fists and gathered a fist full of she sheets in the outgrowth too.

I clumsily let my finger watch the outside of her step-in on a brash apoplexy and noticed a slight flinch from my mother, but still no comment, or postulation to stop. One more accidently contact with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to block up me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's low back whilst my hand were planted heavily on the upper berth part of her legs. 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 cheeks, trying to make 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 scanty down off her ass and osculate her right cheek. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could remember from her dirty laundry all those geezerhood ago.

With her panty now around her thighs she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with consider passing play over the lips of her now exposed twat. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her panties and presented herself on her back, human knee bent and stage spread.

Neither of us were saying anything at this moment, rather the luxuria of the situation took over and I found myself tasting my mother pussy in a situation i could previously only dreaming of.

I 'm not sure why but we did n't do anything more than me enjoying my mother, after a few cries of upheaval from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no awkward feelings, just my mother and i held in a close down embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her dress back on, offered to make a cup of tea.

I simply smiled and obliged.

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