Ever since my ahead of time teenage years when i started to understand the conflict between a boy and girl i have had a facination with my mother. It was never anything she did or said that caught my attention, rather just something in my mind that was attracted to the mother wit of taboo of being with an older fair sex coupled with that same cleaning woman being the most important person in my life sentence.

My mother is not a super model, virtually masses would n't wink 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 eyes. She was of average height, blonde hair that sat around her shoulder blades, culture medium build and average out breast. She dressed the way any 40+ twelvemonth old female parent would groom and treated her two kids with all the kindness of her heart.

I have an elder sister who is 3 years my senior ; and while I had the odd fleeting illusion about her, they were always just that, a fleeting mo that i would never reckon coming true.

As a vernal teenager support at home I remember diving through the dirty laundry trying to find mum bras and panty to obliterate away in my room for a few days before i 'd return them hoping to avoid 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 white meat. I remember returning to my room one day and my stream cache of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my female parent never said a thing.

I never acted on my feelings as i was sure my female parent did n't palpate the same way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or effect the family relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the whim something could ever bechance, i moved out, got tie and started a family 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 phantasy 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 female parent and founding father had started a little renovation project to keep back themselves meddlesome in the ahead of time years of retirement. Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 years a week in town and left mum at place tinkering away at odd jobs. One afternoon i popped in to see the progress of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the mesa trying to stain the table leg. When she saw me enter the door she slowly rolled out from under the mesa 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 undertaking, and promised she felt fine i suggested she Book herself in for a massage. Again she explained `` I 'm ok hun, do n't worry about me ''.

I jokingly said `` well at least let me give you a fiddling massage so you can bear up full-strength ''.

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

I suggested she go lay on the bed and i 'll find some moisturiser, i also suggested she should take her top off to invalidate getting stain on the sheet of paper. Sure enough when i made my way into the room my mother was laying side down on the piece of paper in just her shorts and a bra. I proceeded to warm up the moisturising ointment in my hands before straddling my mother and gently rubber her backbone and shoulders. Although when i started this task i was n't even considering my fantasy, it quickly shot to the forefront of my nous and i soon found myself focusing on ensuring i swept my hands as low on her back as i could and made for certain i was making plenty of inter-group communication with the side of meat of her bra.

After a little while i asked how she was feeling, she suggested it felt slap-up and asked if i could rub her calves aswell. I shuffled off the edge of the bed and focused my effort on the her low-toned pegleg, admiring the fragile position of her ass through her tightly fitting jean shorts. I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper area of her leg where her shorts finished. I could only slide the very ends of my fingers under her short pants but no advance before the material hindered progress. I started to pull in one's horns and begun working my way back to my mother calves.

'' No wait, that felt great, consecrate me a second '' Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her boxershorts before assuming her position on the bed again. `` Please massage my quadrangle too '' she pleaded.

With my mother now laying there in nothing but her underclothing i obliged and massaged her upper leg, leaning into it more and more just as an self-justification to get my face closer to her ass. As i neared the base of her ass i made the decision to casually massage continuously back to her lower back to judge her reaction. To my surprise my mother didnt flinch, nor scuttlebutt about my brief encouter with her ass boldness. I continued to hover around her lower back before skipping across back to the upper part of her legs.

It was here i got the first denotation of my life that my mother may be thinking the Saami affair as me. As i massaged the inside of her thigh she slightly spread her peg providing a little more access. I noticed she clinched her fist and gathered a fist full of she sheets in the process too.

I clumsily let my finger catch the outside of her step-in on a cheeky stroke and noticed a rebuff flinch from my mother, but still no comment, or request to stop. One more than accidently middleman with her panties and i confirmed to myself that my mother was n't going to stop me.

I lent forward and gently kissed my mother 's humiliated back whilst my hands were planted heavily on the upper parting of her wooden leg. She responded with a `` Thank you '' and seemingly started to roll over to get up. Before she could i kissed her again, this metre a little abject, and moved my hands up inside her panties on to her ass cheeks, trying to crap my design clear.

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

I didnt respond, rather opting to slowly pull her scanty down off her ass and kiss her right cheek. From here i could smell a scent i have been dreaming of for years, the one i could call up from her dirty laundry all those eld ago.

With her panties now around her second joint she opened her legs as far as they would let her and i continued my massage, this time with turn over passes over the brim of her now exposed puss. Shortly after, she rolled over, slipped her left leg out of her scanty and presented herself on her back, knees bent and stage spreadhead.

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

I 'm not sure enough why but we did n't do anything More than me enjoying my mother, after a few vociferation of turmoil from her she rolled me off and held me close as we gently kissed. There was no conversation, no awkward feel, just my mother and i held in a shut down embrace. She got up and whilst pulling her clothes 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 row our mystery, 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 .