I was 13 and Dad was off with his girl again. I had met her some time ago and did not take a crap the connectedness. Mum took it bad but I think it hit me harder. Give him a couple of years and he'd be back.

I went to bed early on that night which I generally did with the purpose of having a farseeing read. I devoured Quran at a rate of knots so was always in the library looking for more science fiction. A couple of 60 minutes immersed in a report and I would doze off as well-to-do as pie. Tonight I found myself rereading the Sami credit line over and over as my immersion was way off. So, I gave in, put down the Word of God and tried to go to log Z's. My female parent I had left downstairs watching the TV, my former, younger Sister had long gone off to catch some Z's in their own room. My mind raced and would not calm.

Soon, I the sound from the TV stopped, the couch door opened, I heard my mother climbing the stairs to bed and the door closing as she went into her room. eternal sleep still eluded me. The menage was pipe down, but after a few hour I could just hear the phone of my mum crying ; a speech sound just on the edge of my comprehension. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to kip. So I got up.

The solitary bedroom room access that was ever closed was my parent's, ours were always surface. I passed the missy's room and could see they were both debauched asleep. I stopped with my hand on the handle of my mother's room, paused, took a deep intimation and went in. The cry stopped immediately.

"What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I can't sleep."

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

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

There was a short pause as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no musical theme why you get turned down."Just for a bit."Was the gruntle reply.

I lifted the cover, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the nighttime, red-rimmed centre. I tried to go to log Z's. No such hazard 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 comfort her. She took cargo hold of my arm to render that it was appreciated but this had the essence of placing my hand on her chest. I still do not recognize if this was accident or design but I stopped breathing for a endorsement. A female person tit. A real be female tit. I'd never felt one before and it felt soft under my hand which I did not dare move in case the stroke was discovered and my hand was removed from this bit of warm bit of feminine flesh. Did not count that it belonged to my mother, it was still a tit. It was covered by her nightgown but I could still finger it

fuss is, of row, not just the brain reacts and I felt my cock come erect and steal its way out of my pyjama and poke my mother in the nether region. Now I became abash, my judgement was racing and was not sure what to do. So I did what any red blooded boy would do in the same fortune - nothing.

My mother made the next move, she moved her script from where it was grasping my wrist and covered my hand, pressing it to her breast, moving it so her nipple was under my fingers then she let go. Eden ! I moved my hand and that little bud grew declamatory so I rubbed it feeling the hardness of it surrounded by the softness of her titty. Not for one minute had I, up to that spot entertained any sexual smell towards my mother, but that changed in an second so I planted a kiss on the back of her neck. She arched and her soundbox moved following to mine. This had the twofold result of rubbing my prick and making her white meat motility under my paw.

I took my had off her tit and ran it down her side over the archway of her hips pausing a mo to feel there - no knickerbockers ! Such joy. But I had other designs for the present. I had only felt her white meat whilst it was covered by the cotton fabric of her gown and I was determined to feel this tit for real. My early arm, which had been under me, I lifted and put it round her neck which she obligingly lifted to allow me to do so. Now I could put this hand inside the neck of her dressing gown and onto her boob for substantial. I felt both one after the other the new sensations making my cock striving.

I had guessed that she could finger it, but now she confirmed it by putting her arm behind her and grasping my penis. Her paw went up and down the shaft a couple of fourth dimension and without any method acting that was available to me, I came spurting my semen onto her back. The hot liquidness soaked into the fabric of her nightgown and she shook it and declared"Can't wearing 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 clasp of my hand and put it between her leg. I did not have the light theme what to do which was obvious so she took my index finger, pushing the others out of the way, and slid it into her warm and moist sally then brought her hands back to my penis, rubbing it gently just enough to ensure it stick erect.

I took the confidential information and continued to rub up and down her snatch backtalk. It felt just to me but obviously was not enough for mum as she got hold of my hand, pushed my finger's breadth into her vagina and continued her succor on my cock. So this was a cunt ? Wow, a whole serial publication of new sensations in a few min. I soon found I could easily get 2 fingers in her and enjoyed the feel of that warm and wet kettle of fish. Soft sighs escaped from her rim as I continued to explore her cunt.

Then she took her hand from my shaft and under my side to encourage me to get on top of her. I needed no second command and climbed between her peg my arms at good stint so I could see her nipple, to the full and lolling off to the position of her consistence. Gently she grasped my turncock and guided it into her when I felt the fondness and bobby pin of her twat on my member. Automatically I began pelvic jab to move my cock in and out of her cunt. The feeling was arresting ! I had lost my virginity at 13 and to my mother. Didn't seem to count, I was fucking a woman.

My mother had her hands on my bum and was pushing me into her, her breaths coming in short pants. I could finger my body temperature wage hike as I neared a climax, at the same fourth dimension my mother's breathing became more remonstrate and I felt the muscles of her cunt contract and she began to cook soft sobbing disturbance. My penis seemed to grow even harder and, which my mother holding me tight in her cunt, my stopcock throbbed and began to inject its load into her warmly cunt. She smiled up at me and I slid out of her puss and laid down beside her, resting my head on her soft tits.

That was the offset of a longsighted night. Three to a greater extent times my shaft came raise and I was happy to make love her and follow my earlier lode of ejaculate with even more. In the early hours she woke me, put on her nightgown and entreat me go back to my own elbow room till the forenoon.

I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go to school. The young woman always left first, their school being a little further than mine and their start time 15 minutes earlier. They would stay to school dejeuner but I came place to eat. I hated school meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front door, walked into the lounge, put her hands up her skirt and slid her knickers to the trading floor.

"One More before you go ?"She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the tabular array lifting her skirt and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second bidding, dropped trouser and underpants my stopcock springing erect and ready. A few push and I had put another lot of semen into her.

My father returned the next day and, my female parent forgave him again, neglecting to mention that her exploits were spoiled and illegal to boot. But our relationship had changed along with her deportment. My Father must deliver put this down to his return because I am certain he suspected null, but that is not what was going on. I fondled my female parent's knocker, arse and legs at every opportunity ; if the family were present it would search like a casual accident. And we fucked all the clock time. After the girls had gone off to school and lunch period were the effective opportunity. My mother taught me French necking and I learned to lick and enjoy the taste of her cunt. She would bath just before I was due home plate for the lunch period piece of ass session and I would line up her dressed just in a towel.

If the above led you to think that my mum was a slim corker, you'd be untimely, she was abruptly, fairly over-weight and although only in her late 30s had quite saggy breast which I came to make love. Fortunately she had been sterilised after the birth of my indorse sister so there was never any danger of conception. We still fucked even after I was married. I was working shifts and what was more natural than for a son to visit his mum.

It only ended when my parents decided to try and regain the lost sparkle by emigrating to Australia and I never saw her for some geezerhood.

Every guy should lose their virginity to their mum