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I had a pretty 'normal' upbringing. Mum had me when she was 35. There's 10 years between me and my older sister, so we've never really had a lot to do with each other. She'd already been to university, got her degree and a good job, before I'd even got to secondary school.
Dad's the family provider. Mum has a part-time job, but more for the social aspect than the money. Although he's only 2 years older than mum, dad was already an old man by the time I really became aware of him. He's not violent or abusive, he's just... old. Shortly after my sister left home, dad decided to convert her bedroom, to make it his 'den'. That's what guys used to call their personal space, before they needed to go all macho and call it a 'man-cave'! I don't remember it happening, but his time spent in his den extended to the point where it became his bedroom too. Mum seemed fine with the arrangement. He also has an allotment. He LOVES his allotment!! When he's not at work, his daylight hours - and some his night ones - will be spent tending his vegetables. To be fair, what he lacked in personality was more than compensated for with his veg produce!! My folks are friendly with each other, but there's no actual affection between them. They've got used to each other and seem relatively comfortable with their lives.
I suppose it's only natural that I've always been close to mum. We've always hugged a lot and told each other 'I love you'... and meant it. Maybe a portion of the affection the old man should have got, was transferred to me. As I said, we're close, but not to the point of me being a 'mummy's boy'. I'm confident enough to give her a hug in public and not feel that I have to explain myself to anyone. She's not what you'd call a MILF, she's just a woman in her mid-50's, average height, a little soft around the edges and a bust that seems just... normal. I'd gone through my phase of sexualising her when I hit puberty... at which time I was a walking erection that would find EVERYTHING sexual!! Back then I tried to catch a sight of her naked, but she was always 'decent'. I don't think I'd ever seen her in less than her shapeless housecoat... which was enough to conceal the fact that she was even a woman!
As I got older, I started having girlfriends, drunk too much on occasion - the usual teenage crap - and mum was always there to make sure I was ok. I always gave her a kiss goodnight, before I went to bed, or I'd kiss her as I left the house. Only a peck on the cheek. She'd do the same. It just depended on who was leaving as to who the kisser was and who the receiver of a kiss was. One night, I got in late and mum was still up, reading a book. Even though I told her countless times that she didn't need to wait up for me, she always did. I said I was off to bed and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, as usual. She must have been about to reply 'Ok', or something, because at the same time, she turned her head and her lips formed an O. Our lips came together, just for a second... but what a second! I apologised, but she said it was fine... and laughing, said it was actually quite nice! I quickly kissed her again, on the lips, said goodnight and went to bed.
Although it wasn't spoken about, we never did go back to kissing on the cheek. Our kisses were still very chaste, but on the lips now... and I have to admit, I started finding more reasons to say hello or goodbye each day! I guess mum liked it too. She didn't object and started hugging me tighter as we kissed.
Back in February, I started a new job, with an alternating shift pattern. It meant being up at stupid o'clock for my week of earlies, but a glorious lay-in for my week of lates! On my first morning, up at 4am, I was quietly getting ready, trying not to disturb anyone, when my mum's bedroom door opened. I said I was sorry for the noise, but she told me she'd got up on purpose, to make sure I got off ok. You could see she was tired - bleary eyed and her hair was mussed up a bit. I loved her for it! I smiled, pulled her into my arms, said 'I love you, mum' and kissed her. My emotion made the kiss more than a peck. When my arms were around her, I realised I wasn't touching her frumpy housecoat, she was only in her nightie. When we broke the kiss - which mum had joined in with! - I looked at her properly. It was a full nightie, no flesh below the neck, or above the feet, on show. What it did show though, was the outline of a pair of full, firm breasts, with fingertip sized nipples pressing against the material! At that point, I was only wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Instant erection! Hopefully, mum was still too tired to notice!
Each morning after that, mum would see me off. She didn't bother with her housecoat. She'd wrap her arms around my neck, causing her breasts to push against my chest and give me a full kiss goodbye. Did she feel my hard-on? How could she not? Nothing was mentioned and if she was aware that her nipples were so obviously on show, she did nothing to hide them.
That weekend, on Saturday evening, dad was half asleep in his chair, in front of the TV. I was sitting with my feet up on the sofa. Mum came in, wearing her housecoat. She stood in front of dad and asked "Do you like it?" at which point she opened her housecoat and did a little twirl. Underneath, she had on a new nightie. Knee high and 2 wide straps meeting just below the sternum. She was covered, but there was a lovely V of bare flesh from her neck to just below her breasts. She looked amazing... and her legs! Wow! Dad gave a little snort and said "I hope that came out of your own money", then turned his attention back to the TV... not that it had really left it! Mum looked crushed, which is when I spoke up. I told her it looked amazing and that I didn't realise she had such good legs. She said thank you and leaned down to kiss me, not caring what the old man thought about it. I could see she was still hurt, so I whispered in her ear "You look SO sexy!!". She smiled and went to change. When she came back, she was wearing a loose t-shirt and jogging trousers. She asked if there was room beside me on the sofa. I moved over and she slipped between me and the sofa back. As she settled herself, I could feel her breasts moving freely. She wasn't wearing a bra! I put my arm around her, stroking her back, over her shirt, wishing it was under. She put her hand on my chest and relaxed against me.
A short while later, the old man stirred himself, said goodnight and went to bed. I think he realised he'd been a twat. When he left, mum said "Thanks for what you said", reached up and kissed me, gently and slowly. I told her I meant every word. She blushed. We carried on watching the film that had come on. When the inevitable love scene came on, I asked if she'd like me to turn it off... which is what would happen when I was a k**. She laughed and pinched my nipple, for being cheeky. Then she said sorry, reached under my shirt and said she'd rub it better... except she then left her hand there, idly rubbing my chest as we continued watching the film. I didn't dare go under her shirt, but I let my hand stroke her side, fingertips almost brushing her breast. My cock was raging!! It didn't care that this was my mum, it just wanted to be inside her!!
At bedtime, my mum got up. She had to straddle me to get off the sofa. My erection had subsided, but not gone. Before she got off, she leaned forward, pushing her mound against my now growing cock. She took no notice of it, just kissed me softly, with moist lips and said 'thank you'. Although I wasn't sure what for.
Sunday morning... I'd been awake for a while, I'd heard dad go out to his allotment and I was just playing on my laptop. There was a knock at my door. It was mum, once again dressed in her new nightie, but no housecoat. She asked if it was ok to talk, then sat down on the bed. She was blushing madly, then blurted out "Did you really mean what you said about me looking sexy?" I told her that of course I meant it!! She asked then how my dad could just dismiss her like that. I held her and told her she'd have to be a marrow, before he'd notice! That made her laugh. I said if you were a marrow, he'd hold you and caress you... like this. I then ran my hands along her back and gently kissed her bare neck. She stretched her head to the side, enjoying this game, letting me kiss her shoulder too. As I kissed it, the strap of her nightie slid down her arm, exposing part of her breast. I froze, waiting for her to freak out. She quietly asked "what else would he do?". I looked in her eyes and kissed her, lips open, teeth slightly parted. I then moved to the other side of her neck and along her shoulder, making the other strap fall. I kissed the tops of her breasts. She put her head back and sighed, stroking my hair. I pushed the material further and mum's nipples sprang free! Thick and brown against her pink tits. Hard and almost an inch long! I kissed one, making mum shudder. I sucked it, then gently bit it. Mum moaned. I reached for her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers. She screamed, flung herself on top of me and locked her lips to mine, kissing me deeply, our tongues tasting each other. I squeezed and played with her tit, she ground her mound against my leg, dry humping me as we kissed. She clung to me and was almost sobbing as her whole body began to shake. She'd had a massive orgasm that had left her trembling... which is when she realised what she'd done.
I held her while she sobbed her apologies. I kissed her cheeks dry and told her I love her and that I'm happy it happened. She told me she was just a frustrated old woman, to which I told her that she was incredibly sexy and had a beautiful body. I told her to look at the evidence, if she didn't believe me. I pulled back my cover so that she could see the tent in my boxers. She was then apologising again for being so selfish. I told her not to worry, that I'd sort it out later. She looked at it and I could see her nipples hardening again. She asked what I meant by 'sorting' it. For some reason I got a little shy and muttered "You know... 'sort' it!". She then said "Do you mean you're going to masterbate?". "Yes!" I replied, really wanting this conversation to end. "Do you mean you're going to wank it?". Despite everything that had happened, I was so shocked to hear my mum say 'wank'... and turned on!! She saw my reaction and wasn't finished. "So what will you think about while you're doing it?" I needed some privacy and quickly! I blurted out "You!!" My cock was visibly throbbing, I really needed to let it out, but was this a step too far? Mum said "Go on then, get it out". I did. I started stroking it, looking at her tits. She was pulling her nipples, just staring at my hard cock. Her other hand went under her nightie. When it came back out, her fingers were wet. She asked if I wanted to taste her. I did, so badly! She put her fingers to my mouth. They smelt musky and I licked one. She leaned into me, whispering "That's it, taste mummy's cunt while you wank your cock!" That was it! My cock erupted, spraying spunk up over my chest and also mum's tits. Some landed just under her chin. I'd never cum so hard. As I sucked on her pussy-soaked fingers, mum ran her finger through my spunk that that had landed under her chin and licked it clean.
Dad's the family provider. Mum has a part-time job, but more for the social aspect than the money. Although he's only 2 years older than mum, dad was already an old man by the time I really became aware of him. He's not violent or abusive, he's just... old. Shortly after my sister left home, dad decided to convert her bedroom, to make it his 'den'. That's what guys used to call their personal space, before they needed to go all macho and call it a 'man-cave'! I don't remember it happening, but his time spent in his den extended to the point where it became his bedroom too. Mum seemed fine with the arrangement. He also has an allotment. He LOVES his allotment!! When he's not at work, his daylight hours - and some his night ones - will be spent tending his vegetables. To be fair, what he lacked in personality was more than compensated for with his veg produce!! My folks are friendly with each other, but there's no actual affection between them. They've got used to each other and seem relatively comfortable with their lives.
I suppose it's only natural that I've always been close to mum. We've always hugged a lot and told each other 'I love you'... and meant it. Maybe a portion of the affection the old man should have got, was transferred to me. As I said, we're close, but not to the point of me being a 'mummy's boy'. I'm confident enough to give her a hug in public and not feel that I have to explain myself to anyone. She's not what you'd call a MILF, she's just a woman in her mid-50's, average height, a little soft around the edges and a bust that seems just... normal. I'd gone through my phase of sexualising her when I hit puberty... at which time I was a walking erection that would find EVERYTHING sexual!! Back then I tried to catch a sight of her naked, but she was always 'decent'. I don't think I'd ever seen her in less than her shapeless housecoat... which was enough to conceal the fact that she was even a woman!
As I got older, I started having girlfriends, drunk too much on occasion - the usual teenage crap - and mum was always there to make sure I was ok. I always gave her a kiss goodnight, before I went to bed, or I'd kiss her as I left the house. Only a peck on the cheek. She'd do the same. It just depended on who was leaving as to who the kisser was and who the receiver of a kiss was. One night, I got in late and mum was still up, reading a book. Even though I told her countless times that she didn't need to wait up for me, she always did. I said I was off to bed and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, as usual. She must have been about to reply 'Ok', or something, because at the same time, she turned her head and her lips formed an O. Our lips came together, just for a second... but what a second! I apologised, but she said it was fine... and laughing, said it was actually quite nice! I quickly kissed her again, on the lips, said goodnight and went to bed.
Although it wasn't spoken about, we never did go back to kissing on the cheek. Our kisses were still very chaste, but on the lips now... and I have to admit, I started finding more reasons to say hello or goodbye each day! I guess mum liked it too. She didn't object and started hugging me tighter as we kissed.
Back in February, I started a new job, with an alternating shift pattern. It meant being up at stupid o'clock for my week of earlies, but a glorious lay-in for my week of lates! On my first morning, up at 4am, I was quietly getting ready, trying not to disturb anyone, when my mum's bedroom door opened. I said I was sorry for the noise, but she told me she'd got up on purpose, to make sure I got off ok. You could see she was tired - bleary eyed and her hair was mussed up a bit. I loved her for it! I smiled, pulled her into my arms, said 'I love you, mum' and kissed her. My emotion made the kiss more than a peck. When my arms were around her, I realised I wasn't touching her frumpy housecoat, she was only in her nightie. When we broke the kiss - which mum had joined in with! - I looked at her properly. It was a full nightie, no flesh below the neck, or above the feet, on show. What it did show though, was the outline of a pair of full, firm breasts, with fingertip sized nipples pressing against the material! At that point, I was only wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Instant erection! Hopefully, mum was still too tired to notice!
Each morning after that, mum would see me off. She didn't bother with her housecoat. She'd wrap her arms around my neck, causing her breasts to push against my chest and give me a full kiss goodbye. Did she feel my hard-on? How could she not? Nothing was mentioned and if she was aware that her nipples were so obviously on show, she did nothing to hide them.
That weekend, on Saturday evening, dad was half asleep in his chair, in front of the TV. I was sitting with my feet up on the sofa. Mum came in, wearing her housecoat. She stood in front of dad and asked "Do you like it?" at which point she opened her housecoat and did a little twirl. Underneath, she had on a new nightie. Knee high and 2 wide straps meeting just below the sternum. She was covered, but there was a lovely V of bare flesh from her neck to just below her breasts. She looked amazing... and her legs! Wow! Dad gave a little snort and said "I hope that came out of your own money", then turned his attention back to the TV... not that it had really left it! Mum looked crushed, which is when I spoke up. I told her it looked amazing and that I didn't realise she had such good legs. She said thank you and leaned down to kiss me, not caring what the old man thought about it. I could see she was still hurt, so I whispered in her ear "You look SO sexy!!". She smiled and went to change. When she came back, she was wearing a loose t-shirt and jogging trousers. She asked if there was room beside me on the sofa. I moved over and she slipped between me and the sofa back. As she settled herself, I could feel her breasts moving freely. She wasn't wearing a bra! I put my arm around her, stroking her back, over her shirt, wishing it was under. She put her hand on my chest and relaxed against me.
A short while later, the old man stirred himself, said goodnight and went to bed. I think he realised he'd been a twat. When he left, mum said "Thanks for what you said", reached up and kissed me, gently and slowly. I told her I meant every word. She blushed. We carried on watching the film that had come on. When the inevitable love scene came on, I asked if she'd like me to turn it off... which is what would happen when I was a k**. She laughed and pinched my nipple, for being cheeky. Then she said sorry, reached under my shirt and said she'd rub it better... except she then left her hand there, idly rubbing my chest as we continued watching the film. I didn't dare go under her shirt, but I let my hand stroke her side, fingertips almost brushing her breast. My cock was raging!! It didn't care that this was my mum, it just wanted to be inside her!!
At bedtime, my mum got up. She had to straddle me to get off the sofa. My erection had subsided, but not gone. Before she got off, she leaned forward, pushing her mound against my now growing cock. She took no notice of it, just kissed me softly, with moist lips and said 'thank you'. Although I wasn't sure what for.
Sunday morning... I'd been awake for a while, I'd heard dad go out to his allotment and I was just playing on my laptop. There was a knock at my door. It was mum, once again dressed in her new nightie, but no housecoat. She asked if it was ok to talk, then sat down on the bed. She was blushing madly, then blurted out "Did you really mean what you said about me looking sexy?" I told her that of course I meant it!! She asked then how my dad could just dismiss her like that. I held her and told her she'd have to be a marrow, before he'd notice! That made her laugh. I said if you were a marrow, he'd hold you and caress you... like this. I then ran my hands along her back and gently kissed her bare neck. She stretched her head to the side, enjoying this game, letting me kiss her shoulder too. As I kissed it, the strap of her nightie slid down her arm, exposing part of her breast. I froze, waiting for her to freak out. She quietly asked "what else would he do?". I looked in her eyes and kissed her, lips open, teeth slightly parted. I then moved to the other side of her neck and along her shoulder, making the other strap fall. I kissed the tops of her breasts. She put her head back and sighed, stroking my hair. I pushed the material further and mum's nipples sprang free! Thick and brown against her pink tits. Hard and almost an inch long! I kissed one, making mum shudder. I sucked it, then gently bit it. Mum moaned. I reached for her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers. She screamed, flung herself on top of me and locked her lips to mine, kissing me deeply, our tongues tasting each other. I squeezed and played with her tit, she ground her mound against my leg, dry humping me as we kissed. She clung to me and was almost sobbing as her whole body began to shake. She'd had a massive orgasm that had left her trembling... which is when she realised what she'd done.
I held her while she sobbed her apologies. I kissed her cheeks dry and told her I love her and that I'm happy it happened. She told me she was just a frustrated old woman, to which I told her that she was incredibly sexy and had a beautiful body. I told her to look at the evidence, if she didn't believe me. I pulled back my cover so that she could see the tent in my boxers. She was then apologising again for being so selfish. I told her not to worry, that I'd sort it out later. She looked at it and I could see her nipples hardening again. She asked what I meant by 'sorting' it. For some reason I got a little shy and muttered "You know... 'sort' it!". She then said "Do you mean you're going to masterbate?". "Yes!" I replied, really wanting this conversation to end. "Do you mean you're going to wank it?". Despite everything that had happened, I was so shocked to hear my mum say 'wank'... and turned on!! She saw my reaction and wasn't finished. "So what will you think about while you're doing it?" I needed some privacy and quickly! I blurted out "You!!" My cock was visibly throbbing, I really needed to let it out, but was this a step too far? Mum said "Go on then, get it out". I did. I started stroking it, looking at her tits. She was pulling her nipples, just staring at my hard cock. Her other hand went under her nightie. When it came back out, her fingers were wet. She asked if I wanted to taste her. I did, so badly! She put her fingers to my mouth. They smelt musky and I licked one. She leaned into me, whispering "That's it, taste mummy's cunt while you wank your cock!" That was it! My cock erupted, spraying spunk up over my chest and also mum's tits. Some landed just under her chin. I'd never cum so hard. As I sucked on her pussy-soaked fingers, mum ran her finger through my spunk that that had landed under her chin and licked it clean.
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