I was 13 and Dad was off with his lady friend again. I had met her some time ago and did not draw the connection. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me firmly. Give him a couple of twenty-four hours and he'd be back.

I went to bed early that dark which I generally did with the intent of having a long read. I devoured playscript at a rate of grayback so was always in the library looking for more than science fiction. A couple of hours immersed in a story and I would doze off as easy as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Same line of business over and over as my concentration was way off. So, I gave in, put down the Holy Scripture and tried to go to sleep. My female parent I had left downstairs watching the TV, my other, younger sisters had long gone off to sleep in their own way. My mind raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the speech sound from the TV stopped, the lounge room access opened, I heard my mother climbing the stair to bed and the door mop up as she went into her room. Sleep still eluded me. The house was tranquil, but after a few minutes I could just hear the sound of my mum crying ; a auditory sensation just on the boundary of my inclusion. Now my skunk were attuned to it and it would not let me go to catch some Z's. So I got up.

The only bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always open. I passed the girlfriend's room and could see they were both firm asleep. I stopped with my mitt on the handle of my mother's room, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The crying stopped immediately.

"What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

I heard her sigh"No, neither can I."

"Can I follow in bed with you ?"I asked.

There was a little break as she considered the asking. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no estimation why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the mollify reply.

I lifted the mantle, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the nighttime, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around her to try to console her. She took hold of my arm to show that it was appreciated but this had the effect of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not have it off if this was accident or designing but I stopped breathing for a second. A distaff tit. A real live female person tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt sonant under my manus which I did not defy move in typesetter's case the accident was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of lovesome bit of womanly shape. Did not matter that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still feel it

hassle is, of track, not just the learning ability reacts and I felt my cock come erect and steal its way out of my pyjamas and poke my mother in the under regions. Now I became mortified, my mind was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same circumstances - nothing.

My female parent made the following motility, she moved her script from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my hand, pressing it to her tit, moving it so her nipple was under my finger's breadth then she let go. promised land ! I moved my hand and that small bud grew larger so I rubbed it feeling the hardness of it surrounded by the softness of her breast. Not for one minute had I, up to that percentage point entertained any sexual feelings towards my mother, but that changed in an instant so I planted a buss on the vertebral column of her neck. She arched and her body moved side by side to mine. This had the twofold issue of rubbing my cock and making her breast move under my hired hand.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her English over the arch of her hips pausing a moment to feel there - no breeches ! Such joy. But I had other designs for the demonstrate. I had only felt her boob whilst it was covered by the cotton fiber textile of her night-robe and I was determined to feel this tit for genuine. My other arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck opening which she obligingly lifted to allow me to do so. Now I could put this hired man inside the neck of her dressing scrubs and onto her white meat for real. I felt both one after the other the new sensation making my cock song.

I had guessed that she could feel it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my member. Her hired hand went up and down the shaft a twosome of clock time and without any method that was available to me, I came spurting my semen onto her vertebral column. The hot liquidness soaked into the fabric of her nightie and she shook it and declared"Can't wear that anymore."Whereupon she sat up and lifted it off over her head then laid back down in the bed on her back.

She put her hand on my cock which was still erect."Such is youth."she commented,"You are not finished yet, are you ?"Then got storage area of my mitt and put it between her legs. I did not have the faintest mind what to do which was obvious so she took my indicator finger, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist crack then brought her hands back to my member, rubbing it gently just enough to see to it it continue erect.

I took the hint and continued to rub up and down her pussy brim. It felt near to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got handle of my manus, pushed my digit into her vagina and continued her ministrations on my cock. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a entirely series of new sense datum in a few minutes. I soon found I could easily get 2 finger's breadth in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet hole. Soft sighs escaped from her back talk as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my pecker and under my side to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no secondment bidding and climbed between her legs my weapons system at broad reaching so I could see her breast, full and lolling off to the side of her consistency. Gently she grasped my putz and guided it into her when I felt the warmth and grip of her cunt on my member. Automatically I began pelvic jabbing to prompt my shaft in and out of her cunt. The feeling was sensational ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my female parent. Didn't seem to count, I was fucking a woman.

My female parent had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in brusque gasp. I could feel my body temperature rise as I neared a orgasm, at the same time my mother's breathing became more ragged and I felt the muscles of her cunt declaration and she began to make soft sob haphazardness. My phallus seemed to grow even harder and, which my female parent holding me tight in her cunt, my putz throbbed and began to inject its load into her warm pussy. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her pussy and laid down beside her, resting my head on her soft tits.

That was the rootage of a farseeing night. Three more times my cock came erect and I was glad to fuck her and follow my to begin with load of semen with even more. In the early hours she woke me, put on her nightie and press me go back to my own elbow room till the morning.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to school day. The girls always left first of all, their school day being a little further than mine and their startle prison term 15 minutes earlier. They would persist to school lunch but I came abode to eat. I hated schooltime meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front threshold, walked into the waiting area, put her hands up her wench and slid her pants to the floor.

"One more before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her skirt and exposing her twat to my view.. I needed no second summons, dropped pant and underpants my cock springing erect and ready. A few driving force and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My don returned the succeeding day and, my mother forgave him again, neglecting to remark that her effort were worse and illegal to boot. But our human relationship had changed along with her demeanour. My father must own put this down to his retort because I am certain he suspected nothing, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my mother's teat, seat and legs at every opportunity ; if the family were present it would look like a casual chance event. And we fucked all the time. After the girls had gone off to schoolhouse and lunchtimes were the well opportunity. My mother taught me French hugging and I learned to lick and savor the perceptiveness of her cunt. She would bath just before I was due home for the lunchtime fuck session and I would find her lop just in a towel.

If the above led you to conceive that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be wrong, she was shortstop, fairly over-weight and although only in her former 30s had quite saggy pap which I came to love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my s sister so there was never any peril of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shimmy and what was Sir Thomas More raw than for a son to chew the fat his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and find the lost spark by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some days.

Every guy should recede their virginity to their mum