How and when I fucked my mom
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Here is a little bit of background info about myself:
I lived in a very rough area, which you could call a working class area if it weren't for the "foul mouthed" 4 year olds, scrounging fat-asses who never spent time with their children even though they didn't work- maybe because they didn't want to, or maybe because their health didn't allow them to; the youths always smashing shit up, the play areas and bus shelters taken as their territory in the evenings, and children of my own age (at that time) of 8-10 building their dens and clubhouses on the fields and smoking their cigarettes they'd stolen from their parents. The type of area no wannabe-middle class tosser or snotty nosed upper class cocksucker would ever go to or want anything to do with. Whenever you heard the name of my area, people would just repeat the name with a disgusted and patronizing voice. But you know what? I wouldn't change my upbringing for the world; kids were kids, we played until the street lights came on and then we were expected home by our parents (parent, in my case) and we learnt from each other and through experience; hearing a swear word and then finding out what it meant was a glorious time for us. Street smarts is the best kind of smarts you can have when it comes to the #1 law of nature; survival.
Here's a little bit of background info about my mom (at the time when we had sex):
I got alot of comments from my school friends who'd come over, about my mom. They'd see her and they'd be speechless and get flustered when she spoke to them. The word milf was tossed around school a lot. Not to mention they commented things such as "If that was my mom, I would get home taught, sex education included" cutting edge things like that; I laughed them off at the time and just admitted, "yeah, she is good looking" (more like smoking hot)
At the time when I was 15 she was 34: she's 5'6", long voluptuous brown hair that suits her pretty face, nice juicy red lips, big sparkling blue eyes, sleek neck, a skinny toned stomach, toned thighs, lovely long sexy legs and a nice juicy bubble butt, you could get a nice handful and squeeze. She had a very fair tan, but was still pale because she has fair skin. My mom didn't have much of a social life, other than when she would workout and go swimming straight after work before coming home. Because my father had left my mother when I was 10 she was left as a single parent to look after me, she worked as a PA from 8:45am-4pm we weren't that well off financially even with the child support my father paid to us, but believe me, what she couldn’t provide for me in materia goods she made up for with love. She always put me before her own social life. She really was the definition of a real woman and my dad was an idiot to ever leave her.
Since then mom had never dated and had kept her social life on the back burner. We spent a lot of time together, especially when she took holidays from work; she got a lot of holiday time with her job. She usually chose to save her holiday time up for the summer holiday when I was off school so we could spend summer together.
Anyway, as you can imagine we as kids overheard or often saw "things" that in a politically correct or bullshit-man made-moral society we as children wouldn't be expected to know about. Most of us had learnt "crude" words like "wanker", "cock", "faggot", "pussy", "cunt", "fuck" etc by the time we had reached 8 years old; alot of them I'd learnt earlier from my father who had spent a lot of time with me throughout my early years of life, telling me about all of these things. By the age of 9 I was ahead of all of my peers, I knew all about puberty and what sex actually was; my parents were straight to the point with me about it.
When a boy is going through puberty, his interest and desire to learn about sex is almost a #1 priority to himself.
From the age of 9-12, I had all of this excitement bottled up inside me, until me and my first girlfriend had sex; it was not as good as anticipated for all of those years, especially considering the bitches just lay there like a dead fish and were often unsure about having sex so early because of what the media portrayed, their parents reactions and not to mention the bullshit christian morals that were pushed throughout our schooling. Basically I was more into it than what they were. I had other girlfriends and they were just as useless, shockingly shit at giving head too, I'm sure a 9 year old could do better if she just pretended it was a lollipop.
This had put me off sex for a while and I just started whacking myself off, I excited myself a hell of a lot better than any of the girls could do. But the comments about my mom had started to get me thinking, not to mention recently I had started taking more of a sexual interest in my mother, I had heard her masturbating some evenings and this got me rock hard and I would masturbate to the sound and thought of this.
My mom was the one female I cared about at this time, she hasn't been on a date for ages, she was obviously horny and in need of a good fucking and so was I; a real good fucking from someone who knew what they were doing. I found her firm athletic body to be a real turn-on.
I wanted to give my mother something back, plus the idea of having sex with my mom and then knowing to myself I had done whenever my friends would talk about her brought a grin to my face. I had to find a way of getting into my mother's bed. I had already started walking around the house nude, lying in my room nude, pretending I hadn't heard her when she called me and letting her come in and see me nude; at times I would be sat down on the other sofa watching TV with her, but I would be staring at her 36dd breasts and think of sucking on them; I got erect over this thought and would have my left hand down my combat trousers playing with myself. At this point I was topless around the house also. For a 15 year old I was fairly muscular and did boxing. Whenever I looked over at my mother she'd be smiling. I was basically just being more open about myself, acting as if being half naked or naked and being seen by my mum was no big deal, as if I actually was her partner.
Me and my mother were like best friends as well as mother and son; hopefully soon to become fuck buddies.
It was nearing the 3rd week of the summer holiday, with only 3 more to go; I needed to make my move soon or I would lose the "progress" I had made thus far. There were obviously only 2 beds in the house, mine and hers. If there's no bed for me, that just leaves her bed.
I used my bed as a trampoline that day when she went out to do the shopping for the week. Every support beam for it had collapsed; it would seem plausible that it had just gave way because I'd had the bed since I was 9 and it was already weak.
Later, my mom had returned from the store; she was wearing a tight white t-shirt showing off her gorgeous figure and her magnificent tits. I can lightly see the outline of her blue lace bra. She was wearing her baby blue gym shorts that barely covered anything and gave figure to her firm sleek thighs and her juicy ass. I could tell she had nothing on underneath them, I started to get a chub there and then. Her sexy and silky smooth legs, were a great and wholesome sight, but she looked tired.
“Hey mom, what’s up, you look a bit flustered”
“I ache, all over, it’s been a long day… could you fetch the shopping in please”
“yeah sure; do you want me to give you a massage afterwards, you look exhausted and worn out”
"Oh, that would be great, sweetie, it's just what I need; let me take a soak in the bath first and I'll be right with you"
I took one of the shopping bags from her, which she had already brought in. As I slid my hand around the bag, I brush my hand against her soft breast. What happened then surprised me, she arched her back forward a little bit, pushing her breast into the back of my hand, with a smile on her face. I'm not sure whether she'd noticed or not, but eithr way it didn't feel awkward between the 2 of us.
Last edited by Dfg; 10-27-2013 at 05:12 PM.
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