Mum Gave In
I had wanted to make love to her naked body since reaching puberty. At 32 years old she was a beautiful woman. My mother had the most amazing curves, her large 38D breasts which strained against her blouse would drive me wild every day. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was immaculate in presentation as was the majestical way her black business skirts clung to her tight arse cheeks.
As it was just my mother and myself living at home, we would see eachother in various states of undress or naked. I remember her wearing a white sun dress that was made of a very fine cotton. The sun shining through allowing a view of her thighs that I am sure would have made her very uncomfortable had she been aware. A red dress that she wore to a works cocktail party that she attended for her end of year work function last year was another of my favourites. The split up the side revealing her legs.
The occasions had been reviewed many times over in my mind often resulting in ian ntense wanking session. I had reached the point where my desires and intentions had reached a climax. Something had to be done to free myself of the need I had within me. There was only possible outcome that I could imagine for myself. It was the most natural desire that a teenage son could ever feel. It was the love of a son for his mother. It was the need to have my mother's vagina.
My mother Helen had never indicated anything or acted in any way which could be considered i****tuous to me at any stage in my young life. My thoughts of making love to her were guided by my own lust. My mother was there for me all the way though my c***dhood and ensured that my upbringing was the best that any single mother could be expected to offer to her c***d. I was indeed fortunate but here I was at 14 years of age, my sole thought was how to instigate a passionate encounter with my own mother.
A request of this magnitude couldn't just be uttered. Its not the kind of subject matter that can be discussed with others, so as to find the most effective way of doing it.
All I could think of was my need to strip my mother naked. To have her lie back on her double bed and to have her remove her bra. To make her nipples stiff as I sucked them in an attempt at reliving the experiences that we shared all those years ago when I was a baby. That is what I wanted more than anything else. That closeness to be felt once more only this time I wanted her to feel my erect cock inside her and for my mother to feel that she had created this young man.
I knew in my heart that there would never be a time when this subject could be broached easily. I knew that if I was going to do it I would have to be up front with her and try to convince her of what it was that she meant to me. To act on ones desires is easier said than done I can vouch for that.
My mother was downstairs in the lounge. I had an opportunity now if I was brave enough. I could feel my heart rate double in a second as soon as I felt my thoughts drift to walking down those stairs and telling her how I felt. I remember walking in the direction of my bedroom door. It was fair to say that I was just about ready to have a heart attack when I reached the stairs and had to sit down for a couple of minutes so that I could gather my nerve and consider once again what it was that I was about to do.
Nerves are terrible at the best of times but the fear that I felt on my descent down those stairs was not akin to anything I had experienced before or since. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper upon entering the lounge.
Without looking up she said "Hi Darling, what have you been up to?"
I thought to myself again of what it was that I was about to do and decided that I would always regret this opportunity if I didn't go through with it. So I began.
"Mum I need to talk to you"
Mum looked up interested and folded the newspaper in half before placing it down next to her on the sofa.
"Of course Darling what is it?
"Mum I need to talk to you about something very important to me, and I need you to promise me before you say anything else, will you do that for me?"
Mum looked very concerned at this as one would expect however she agreed and nodded without saying a word.
"Mum, I have been thinking and I need to tell you something"
"What I am about to say is not something that I feel proud off but it is something I need to say to you"
At this stage my mother had an extremely concerned look on her face. In fact those words alone had made her visible uncomfortable.
"You are the most important person in my life."
At this stage my mother smiled and continued listening.
"I feel that our relationship is bthe best and I just want to thank you for always being there for me."
My mother started crying at this point ever so slightly.
"I feel the same my darling, I am indeed very fortunate to have a young man like you."
I decided it was time to take my comments over the line in the sand you should never cross.
"Mum, I need to hold you"
"I would like you to cuddle me like you did when I was young"
My mother had a somewhat confused look on her face at this time.
"What do you mean darling, when you were young?" she asked.
"I want you to hold me like you did when I was a small c***d"
My mother still not understanding what I was meaning at this point nodded and I went over to her and lay my head in her lap and put my feet up on the sofa.
Somewhat instinctively she started stroking my hair as I lay there in her lap feeling her fingers stroke my head. I closed my eyes and allowed my right hand to lightly rest on her right calf which was covered in her black nylon tights.
Mum said "You are a wonderful son to me"
I said "You have always been there for me mum", as I said this I had my hand on her knee having stroked my way up to this point. I was at the point of no return now. If I inched up any further I would be working my way up the underside of her skirt.
I started playing with the end of it and then allowed my fingers to gradually push her skirt higher. A centimetre at first then another couple. My young cock was starting to get hard.
It was at this point I could sense some tension creeping into my mother body. I could feel it through her fingertips. I am also sure her heart rate had picked up slightly too. Then after my fingers pushed her skirt up a little further she spoke.
"What exactly are you doing to my leg there darling", mum said slightly nervously.
I ignored her and pushed her skirt higher with my right hand. My mums thighs were now beginning to come into view through her shiny black tights.
"I love you Mum" ,was my reply as I kept stroking my mothers smooth leg.
I felt at this point I was going to find out in exactly five seconds what path my relationship with my mother was going to take.
I pushed her skirt higher again. With my face on my mothers lap I had pushed her skirt right up to just below my chin. She had most of her thigh exposed to me at this point.
The uneasiness was coming through now as I continued with the stroking, as she had not mentioned me having to stop. I was now getting to the point where the line was behind me and I was really starting to expect a halt to be called to what it was I doing. However I inched my hands up a bit further and came to my mothers knickers.
"Please Mum", I said as I started massaging the front of her knickers. I could feel my mum becoming very uncomfortable so I started to apply a little more pressure to my finger as I stroked it against my mothers nylon covered crouch.
"Please Mum, let me love you."
At least thirty seconds had passed now as I continued massaging her covered pussy.
Not a word had passed from her lips. It was clearly evident that she was struggling with conflicting emotions about what her actions should be.
Without looking at her I got up and walked over to the curtains and closed them. I then walked back to her and sat next to her. I snuggled in close to her and allowed my right hand to fondle her breasts.
"We shouldn't be doing this Mark", she said to which I pretended not to hear.
" I love you Mum" was my response as I started undoing the buttons on the front of her blouse.
My mothers white lacey bra came into view. It was a wonderful site. I massaged her large breasts through her bra as she continued to allow me access to her body.
I touched her nipples. They were hard and stiff and everything I had hoped they would be. After completely freeing my mother from her blouse and bra I was free to admire the wonderful breasts that she had. I sucked on them like I had as a baby. It was wonderful. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her nipples then I started nibbling on her breasts in a circular motion while continuing to massage and fondle her.
My young teenage cock was rock hard and I knew I could'nt last much longer without blowing my cum in my school pants. I stood up and faced my mother. I unzipped my trousers and pulled them down to my ankles followed by my underpants. I stood before my mother with a hard cock and looked at her straight in the eyes.
" Please Mum, Will you suck me for a while."
With a look which was a mixture of shame and love my mother did just that and let me insert my hard young cock into her mouth. She pulled back my foreskin and used her tongue to lick the length of my shaft. She paid particular attention to licking the eye of my cock and tasted my pre cum in the process. She let my hard cock enter the back of her mouth where I felt her choking although only momentarily. For a good five minutes she sucked on my hard young manhood in what could only be described as a act of motherly love. Clearly she felt the need to make me feel good.
My objective was all along to insert myself into my mothers vagina. Before she had her throat blasted with my semen I had her lie back on the sofa. I pushed her skirt up around her waist and grabbed a hold of her black tights and pulled it down and off. In my mothers eyes I could see she was happy for me to carry on. So with that I tugged at her white nylon knickers and slid them down her thighs and off her ankles.
In front of me was her wet and slightly open pussy surrounded by a lovely thick dark brown bush of pubic hair.
I entered my mother's pussy with my hard young cock in what can only be described as a moment of triumph. To feel her pussy lips give way as I entered could not be compared to any experience that I have ever had. She was warm and wet and she felt like a goddess to fuck. I came in her in a matter of seconds.
What could only be described as the most amazing experience ever of my life.
My mother came for me on two separate occasions later that evening and said told me that I had the hardest cock she had ever had.
(The feeling of having my 32 year old mother opening herself for me can never be explained in written form. It was a truly wonderful occurrence).
As it was just my mother and myself living at home, we would see eachother in various states of undress or naked. I remember her wearing a white sun dress that was made of a very fine cotton. The sun shining through allowing a view of her thighs that I am sure would have made her very uncomfortable had she been aware. A red dress that she wore to a works cocktail party that she attended for her end of year work function last year was another of my favourites. The split up the side revealing her legs.
The occasions had been reviewed many times over in my mind often resulting in ian ntense wanking session. I had reached the point where my desires and intentions had reached a climax. Something had to be done to free myself of the need I had within me. There was only possible outcome that I could imagine for myself. It was the most natural desire that a teenage son could ever feel. It was the love of a son for his mother. It was the need to have my mother's vagina.
My mother Helen had never indicated anything or acted in any way which could be considered i****tuous to me at any stage in my young life. My thoughts of making love to her were guided by my own lust. My mother was there for me all the way though my c***dhood and ensured that my upbringing was the best that any single mother could be expected to offer to her c***d. I was indeed fortunate but here I was at 14 years of age, my sole thought was how to instigate a passionate encounter with my own mother.
A request of this magnitude couldn't just be uttered. Its not the kind of subject matter that can be discussed with others, so as to find the most effective way of doing it.
All I could think of was my need to strip my mother naked. To have her lie back on her double bed and to have her remove her bra. To make her nipples stiff as I sucked them in an attempt at reliving the experiences that we shared all those years ago when I was a baby. That is what I wanted more than anything else. That closeness to be felt once more only this time I wanted her to feel my erect cock inside her and for my mother to feel that she had created this young man.
I knew in my heart that there would never be a time when this subject could be broached easily. I knew that if I was going to do it I would have to be up front with her and try to convince her of what it was that she meant to me. To act on ones desires is easier said than done I can vouch for that.
My mother was downstairs in the lounge. I had an opportunity now if I was brave enough. I could feel my heart rate double in a second as soon as I felt my thoughts drift to walking down those stairs and telling her how I felt. I remember walking in the direction of my bedroom door. It was fair to say that I was just about ready to have a heart attack when I reached the stairs and had to sit down for a couple of minutes so that I could gather my nerve and consider once again what it was that I was about to do.
Nerves are terrible at the best of times but the fear that I felt on my descent down those stairs was not akin to anything I had experienced before or since. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper upon entering the lounge.
Without looking up she said "Hi Darling, what have you been up to?"
I thought to myself again of what it was that I was about to do and decided that I would always regret this opportunity if I didn't go through with it. So I began.
"Mum I need to talk to you"
Mum looked up interested and folded the newspaper in half before placing it down next to her on the sofa.
"Of course Darling what is it?
"Mum I need to talk to you about something very important to me, and I need you to promise me before you say anything else, will you do that for me?"
Mum looked very concerned at this as one would expect however she agreed and nodded without saying a word.
"Mum, I have been thinking and I need to tell you something"
"What I am about to say is not something that I feel proud off but it is something I need to say to you"
At this stage my mother had an extremely concerned look on her face. In fact those words alone had made her visible uncomfortable.
"You are the most important person in my life."
At this stage my mother smiled and continued listening.
"I feel that our relationship is bthe best and I just want to thank you for always being there for me."
My mother started crying at this point ever so slightly.
"I feel the same my darling, I am indeed very fortunate to have a young man like you."
I decided it was time to take my comments over the line in the sand you should never cross.
"Mum, I need to hold you"
"I would like you to cuddle me like you did when I was young"
My mother had a somewhat confused look on her face at this time.
"What do you mean darling, when you were young?" she asked.
"I want you to hold me like you did when I was a small c***d"
My mother still not understanding what I was meaning at this point nodded and I went over to her and lay my head in her lap and put my feet up on the sofa.
Somewhat instinctively she started stroking my hair as I lay there in her lap feeling her fingers stroke my head. I closed my eyes and allowed my right hand to lightly rest on her right calf which was covered in her black nylon tights.
Mum said "You are a wonderful son to me"
I said "You have always been there for me mum", as I said this I had my hand on her knee having stroked my way up to this point. I was at the point of no return now. If I inched up any further I would be working my way up the underside of her skirt.
I started playing with the end of it and then allowed my fingers to gradually push her skirt higher. A centimetre at first then another couple. My young cock was starting to get hard.
It was at this point I could sense some tension creeping into my mother body. I could feel it through her fingertips. I am also sure her heart rate had picked up slightly too. Then after my fingers pushed her skirt up a little further she spoke.
"What exactly are you doing to my leg there darling", mum said slightly nervously.
I ignored her and pushed her skirt higher with my right hand. My mums thighs were now beginning to come into view through her shiny black tights.
"I love you Mum" ,was my reply as I kept stroking my mothers smooth leg.
I felt at this point I was going to find out in exactly five seconds what path my relationship with my mother was going to take.
I pushed her skirt higher again. With my face on my mothers lap I had pushed her skirt right up to just below my chin. She had most of her thigh exposed to me at this point.
The uneasiness was coming through now as I continued with the stroking, as she had not mentioned me having to stop. I was now getting to the point where the line was behind me and I was really starting to expect a halt to be called to what it was I doing. However I inched my hands up a bit further and came to my mothers knickers.
"Please Mum", I said as I started massaging the front of her knickers. I could feel my mum becoming very uncomfortable so I started to apply a little more pressure to my finger as I stroked it against my mothers nylon covered crouch.
"Please Mum, let me love you."
At least thirty seconds had passed now as I continued massaging her covered pussy.
Not a word had passed from her lips. It was clearly evident that she was struggling with conflicting emotions about what her actions should be.
Without looking at her I got up and walked over to the curtains and closed them. I then walked back to her and sat next to her. I snuggled in close to her and allowed my right hand to fondle her breasts.
"We shouldn't be doing this Mark", she said to which I pretended not to hear.
" I love you Mum" was my response as I started undoing the buttons on the front of her blouse.
My mothers white lacey bra came into view. It was a wonderful site. I massaged her large breasts through her bra as she continued to allow me access to her body.
I touched her nipples. They were hard and stiff and everything I had hoped they would be. After completely freeing my mother from her blouse and bra I was free to admire the wonderful breasts that she had. I sucked on them like I had as a baby. It was wonderful. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her nipples then I started nibbling on her breasts in a circular motion while continuing to massage and fondle her.
My young teenage cock was rock hard and I knew I could'nt last much longer without blowing my cum in my school pants. I stood up and faced my mother. I unzipped my trousers and pulled them down to my ankles followed by my underpants. I stood before my mother with a hard cock and looked at her straight in the eyes.
" Please Mum, Will you suck me for a while."
With a look which was a mixture of shame and love my mother did just that and let me insert my hard young cock into her mouth. She pulled back my foreskin and used her tongue to lick the length of my shaft. She paid particular attention to licking the eye of my cock and tasted my pre cum in the process. She let my hard cock enter the back of her mouth where I felt her choking although only momentarily. For a good five minutes she sucked on my hard young manhood in what could only be described as a act of motherly love. Clearly she felt the need to make me feel good.
My objective was all along to insert myself into my mothers vagina. Before she had her throat blasted with my semen I had her lie back on the sofa. I pushed her skirt up around her waist and grabbed a hold of her black tights and pulled it down and off. In my mothers eyes I could see she was happy for me to carry on. So with that I tugged at her white nylon knickers and slid them down her thighs and off her ankles.
In front of me was her wet and slightly open pussy surrounded by a lovely thick dark brown bush of pubic hair.
I entered my mother's pussy with my hard young cock in what can only be described as a moment of triumph. To feel her pussy lips give way as I entered could not be compared to any experience that I have ever had. She was warm and wet and she felt like a goddess to fuck. I came in her in a matter of seconds.
What could only be described as the most amazing experience ever of my life.
My mother came for me on two separate occasions later that evening and said told me that I had the hardest cock she had ever had.
(The feeling of having my 32 year old mother opening herself for me can never be explained in written form. It was a truly wonderful occurrence).
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