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It was a gorgeous morning outside as I leaned nervously near the top steps of the staircase. My name is Paul, I am 37 years old, and I'd only recently woken up to the joys and possibilities of sex and the female form. I've always been such a shy and nervous person, but I'd been skirting the edges of thoughts about sex for quite some time now, probably a randy boy since the age of 13, but I went to an all boys high school and it took me a very long time for the information to get through to me that girls were good.
I had taken of late to spying on Carolina, my 67-year-old mother, as she was the only female I was really exposed to regularly. My mom was lovely, everything a man could want, very large breasts (36D), chubby, with a plump big ass. She was, this morning, going through her morning routine of tidying the house up and getting dressed. Well, there she was at the other end of the long hallway in her bedroom facing the huge mirrors she had on the wall as she began the process I had waited for.
I watched as my mother pulled her nightdress up and over her head. I began nervously fondling my cock as her nakedness was revealed for me to see. I was the only one in the house and she thought I was downstairs watching TV. Her massive breasts sat proudly on her chest, sagging significantly from her old age, but nothing bad at all.
She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror then walked across to her drawers and pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, items that I'd fondled at times in the past and knew well. Whilst she was gone I ducked back and gave myself a couple of good hard tugs on my cock thinking about myself getting to play with those luscious tits.
I heard my mom move back in front of the mirror and I moved back forwards so I could watch the rest of the show. It must have been that movement that gave me away now that I look back on it. Probably the bright sunshine coming through the window behind me cast a shadow I hadn't really considered in my voyeuristic adventure. But nevertheless she continued to put her panties on which was a heaven sent picture, her bending over, reaching down, letting her saggy breasts dangle there in front of my gaze is something I still to this day can't get out of my mind.
When she stood and pulled her panties the rest of the way up she walked out of my sight again. I waited as she'd left her bra behind, naturally assuming she'd decided on a different bra. That's when my heart leapt into my mouth as I heard her say, "Paul, come here," in that stern voice of hers. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I'd been caught red-handed intruding on her privacy.
My mother waited on me and didn't say another word. But I could tell it wasn't a wait to see if I was actually there, it was a wait that said no matter what she knew I was there. Finally I stood up and walked to her bedroom to find her standing in front of me still with only a pair of panties on.
"Mommy, I'm sorry."
"It's Okay honey, but why are you doing this?" She replied. Still amazingly calm given the situation.
I paused before I replied. I didn't really know what to say, in fact, I didn't really know what to do. Finally I said, "Well mommy, because, well, you're just so beautiful." My voice carried every ounce of fear I was feeling.
It was then that the real shock happened. "Okay, well, you're old enough to do this, I suppose it's time that you learned a few things." I starred at Mommy open mouthed. She still wasn't making an effort to cover her breasts and I found my gaze returning there continuously.
I was visibly shaking so she came towards me and wrapped me in a hug. I was now in a position I'd dreamed of for a long while, but my fear still stopped me from acting, though now the sexuality of the situation was getting through the fear. I hugged my mother back and began crying. She shushed me saying, "It's Okay, Paul, but we're going to have to stop this, I can't have you watching me when I don't know about it. Besides, I have feelings too, so I'm going to teach you what to do with a woman, and use me to teach you everything."
With those last words she took my hands firmly from around her, stood back and placed them on her breasts. I think it was at this point it finally dawned on me what was going to happen and that I was about to have a very, very good time.
I started tentatively at first squeezing my mother's breasts with my hands, then looked up at her face and she nodded at me to continue. I squeezed her breasts really hard and she stopped me, "No, Paul, not too hard, like anywhere else, they can hurt." I began to focus on her nipples, playing my fingers over them, amazed at how erect and tight they were getting. She said, "Suck my nipple, Paul."
And I did. Probably for the next half hour I was in heaven just sucking, kissing and playing with her tits. Then I decided to get adventurous. After all, my mother still had her panties on, so I figured it was somewhere forbidden so I traced my hand over her stomach. Finally I reached the top of her white panties and dipped my hand ever so slightly under the waistband. Instantly my hands caught on to her heavy, very thick patch of pubic hair. My mother, knowing exactly what I was doing, moved her hands, without my really noticing and slipped the panties all the way off, giving me free access to her mature bush.
Pushing me back, my mommy pulled my pyjamas off. "Fair is fair son, if I'm naked, you have to be too." I didn't argue, although for a minute or two I still tried to hide my embarrassment. She wouldn't have any of it, so she batted my hands out of the way and knelt down. "I know you're still a virgin, Paul, but not for much longer."
Mom smiled. "Okay, Paul, I'm going to give you what's known as a blow job. I don't mind if you cum in my mouth and I don't mind if it's fast, the first time you'll cum quick, I want to get that out of the way."
I believed her, because I already felt close to cumming and she hadn't even touched my dick yet. She leaned forward quickly, gently pulled my foreskin back and, before I could grasp what was happening, I felt my dick surrounded by warm, wet air then I felt sucking. Mommy's tongue started twirling around the head of my penis like a merry go round gone mad. Almost instantly I let go, cumming a huge load right in her mouth with the best orgasm I'd had since the first time I'd whacked off when I was 13.
She continued sucking and milking me until my dick deflated, swallowing every last drop of what I deposited into her mouth. I was stunned by the whole experience and hoped that this was not over.
It wasn't.
My mom got up and hopped lithely onto the bed and motioned me to lie down between her legs. "You've had yours, now you give me mine. Remember son, it's only fair that if a woman gives you an orgasm you should give one back in return."
Now I have to confess that eating a woman out has never been a fantasy of mine, but I knew this was not something mommy wouldn't let me get away with, so I looked at her pubic mound, noticing how thick and matted the hair was and that there was a faint fishy-smelling aroma coming from her. It was a bit unpleasant to my nose, but didn't phase my excitement. In fact, I was already beginning to get hard again.
Mommy moved her fingers, explaining what I was seeing. Spreading the lips of her vagina apart she said, "This is my vagina, usually called a cunt, pussy or something else equally vulgar. Don't call it a vagina when we're having sex, it's not exactly erotic, cunt is a better word." Then her fingers traced up to show me a protuberance. "This is my clitoris," mommy said. "If you want to send me to heaven, pay lots of gentle attention to it. Just imagine it's like the head of your penis and think about how much you love rough playing with it, that's how much I like it with my clit."
"Now I want you to lick my pussy. See how it tastes." I did. My reward for that was to hear a gentle, "Oh," come from my mother. I licked again, and this time, I dashed my tongue gently over her clit. My mother jumped at the contact. I stopped, worried I had done wrong. But she said, "No, that was good, carry on."
I did, licking and dipping my tongue regularly into her pussy and then I tried something a friend had told me. He did say it didn't always work, because some clits were just too small, but to try it anyway. I curled my tongue over and wrapped it around my mommy's clit. Then I moved it up and down, sucking whilst I did so. The response to this finale, though I didn't realize it, was electric. I could feel my mother tense and begin shuddering, the whimpering caught me slightly off guard, but I carried on, sure my mother would stop me if need be. Then a flow of juices flooded out of her. I lapped them up quickly, and then felt my mother lift my head away from her pussy. She had a glazed smile on her face as she said, "That was good, Paul. So very, very good."
She bent down and kissed me. Not the tender mother/son kisses we'd had before, but a passionate lip lock. I hadn't been kissed this way ever before and I wasn't sure what to do. I discovered it was a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, not fighting each other to see who could get who's tongue furthest into the other's mouth, but a simple rolling of the tongues together, moving back and forth from each mouth. We settled back next to each other on the bed as we kissed. My dick placed itself firmly at my mother's stomach and demanded her attention, whilst my hands explored the whole of her body.
Suddenly she broke away from our kiss and sat up then pushed me back on the bed. "I'm going to do all the work this time honey, but don't get too used to it." She laid me on my back and knelt with her legs on either side of my body. Taking hold of my hard cock she gave it a small tug or two. My penis is not anything to write home about. I've never been big. I'm just under four inches when I'm fully erect. But I know now it's not the size that counts, it's what you can do with or without it that counts, although I'm reliably informed there is a great difference in feeling between a big cock and a little one. My mom gently lowered herself down and I could feel the head of my dick gently slide into her. I have no words to describe what I felt as her warmth surrounded me. It felt like putting on a very tight warm wet glove, but the sensations that went with it started to drive me out of my mind right there.
Once she'd lowered herself all the way down my penis, I gazed up at her, seeing her smiling face above those wonderful naked breasts, I realized I was no longer a virgin. Then I also realized I loved this woman far more than just how a son should love his mother. Then she lifted herself up and dropped down. I don't think I lasted too long, I know I lost count of the number of times she dropped down on me. But finally I felt my balls tighten and my muscles across my stomach tingled and I shot my load deep into my mother's cunt. She kept me inside of her afterwards and bent forwards to kiss me. I held her in my arms as I fell asleep exhausted after such an emotional and tumultuous morning. I had finally realized my dream. I gave my virginity to my loving mother.
I had taken of late to spying on Carolina, my 67-year-old mother, as she was the only female I was really exposed to regularly. My mom was lovely, everything a man could want, very large breasts (36D), chubby, with a plump big ass. She was, this morning, going through her morning routine of tidying the house up and getting dressed. Well, there she was at the other end of the long hallway in her bedroom facing the huge mirrors she had on the wall as she began the process I had waited for.
I watched as my mother pulled her nightdress up and over her head. I began nervously fondling my cock as her nakedness was revealed for me to see. I was the only one in the house and she thought I was downstairs watching TV. Her massive breasts sat proudly on her chest, sagging significantly from her old age, but nothing bad at all.
She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror then walked across to her drawers and pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, items that I'd fondled at times in the past and knew well. Whilst she was gone I ducked back and gave myself a couple of good hard tugs on my cock thinking about myself getting to play with those luscious tits.
I heard my mom move back in front of the mirror and I moved back forwards so I could watch the rest of the show. It must have been that movement that gave me away now that I look back on it. Probably the bright sunshine coming through the window behind me cast a shadow I hadn't really considered in my voyeuristic adventure. But nevertheless she continued to put her panties on which was a heaven sent picture, her bending over, reaching down, letting her saggy breasts dangle there in front of my gaze is something I still to this day can't get out of my mind.
When she stood and pulled her panties the rest of the way up she walked out of my sight again. I waited as she'd left her bra behind, naturally assuming she'd decided on a different bra. That's when my heart leapt into my mouth as I heard her say, "Paul, come here," in that stern voice of hers. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I'd been caught red-handed intruding on her privacy.
My mother waited on me and didn't say another word. But I could tell it wasn't a wait to see if I was actually there, it was a wait that said no matter what she knew I was there. Finally I stood up and walked to her bedroom to find her standing in front of me still with only a pair of panties on.
"Mommy, I'm sorry."
"It's Okay honey, but why are you doing this?" She replied. Still amazingly calm given the situation.
I paused before I replied. I didn't really know what to say, in fact, I didn't really know what to do. Finally I said, "Well mommy, because, well, you're just so beautiful." My voice carried every ounce of fear I was feeling.
It was then that the real shock happened. "Okay, well, you're old enough to do this, I suppose it's time that you learned a few things." I starred at Mommy open mouthed. She still wasn't making an effort to cover her breasts and I found my gaze returning there continuously.
I was visibly shaking so she came towards me and wrapped me in a hug. I was now in a position I'd dreamed of for a long while, but my fear still stopped me from acting, though now the sexuality of the situation was getting through the fear. I hugged my mother back and began crying. She shushed me saying, "It's Okay, Paul, but we're going to have to stop this, I can't have you watching me when I don't know about it. Besides, I have feelings too, so I'm going to teach you what to do with a woman, and use me to teach you everything."
With those last words she took my hands firmly from around her, stood back and placed them on her breasts. I think it was at this point it finally dawned on me what was going to happen and that I was about to have a very, very good time.
I started tentatively at first squeezing my mother's breasts with my hands, then looked up at her face and she nodded at me to continue. I squeezed her breasts really hard and she stopped me, "No, Paul, not too hard, like anywhere else, they can hurt." I began to focus on her nipples, playing my fingers over them, amazed at how erect and tight they were getting. She said, "Suck my nipple, Paul."
And I did. Probably for the next half hour I was in heaven just sucking, kissing and playing with her tits. Then I decided to get adventurous. After all, my mother still had her panties on, so I figured it was somewhere forbidden so I traced my hand over her stomach. Finally I reached the top of her white panties and dipped my hand ever so slightly under the waistband. Instantly my hands caught on to her heavy, very thick patch of pubic hair. My mother, knowing exactly what I was doing, moved her hands, without my really noticing and slipped the panties all the way off, giving me free access to her mature bush.
Pushing me back, my mommy pulled my pyjamas off. "Fair is fair son, if I'm naked, you have to be too." I didn't argue, although for a minute or two I still tried to hide my embarrassment. She wouldn't have any of it, so she batted my hands out of the way and knelt down. "I know you're still a virgin, Paul, but not for much longer."
Mom smiled. "Okay, Paul, I'm going to give you what's known as a blow job. I don't mind if you cum in my mouth and I don't mind if it's fast, the first time you'll cum quick, I want to get that out of the way."
I believed her, because I already felt close to cumming and she hadn't even touched my dick yet. She leaned forward quickly, gently pulled my foreskin back and, before I could grasp what was happening, I felt my dick surrounded by warm, wet air then I felt sucking. Mommy's tongue started twirling around the head of my penis like a merry go round gone mad. Almost instantly I let go, cumming a huge load right in her mouth with the best orgasm I'd had since the first time I'd whacked off when I was 13.
She continued sucking and milking me until my dick deflated, swallowing every last drop of what I deposited into her mouth. I was stunned by the whole experience and hoped that this was not over.
It wasn't.
My mom got up and hopped lithely onto the bed and motioned me to lie down between her legs. "You've had yours, now you give me mine. Remember son, it's only fair that if a woman gives you an orgasm you should give one back in return."
Now I have to confess that eating a woman out has never been a fantasy of mine, but I knew this was not something mommy wouldn't let me get away with, so I looked at her pubic mound, noticing how thick and matted the hair was and that there was a faint fishy-smelling aroma coming from her. It was a bit unpleasant to my nose, but didn't phase my excitement. In fact, I was already beginning to get hard again.
Mommy moved her fingers, explaining what I was seeing. Spreading the lips of her vagina apart she said, "This is my vagina, usually called a cunt, pussy or something else equally vulgar. Don't call it a vagina when we're having sex, it's not exactly erotic, cunt is a better word." Then her fingers traced up to show me a protuberance. "This is my clitoris," mommy said. "If you want to send me to heaven, pay lots of gentle attention to it. Just imagine it's like the head of your penis and think about how much you love rough playing with it, that's how much I like it with my clit."
"Now I want you to lick my pussy. See how it tastes." I did. My reward for that was to hear a gentle, "Oh," come from my mother. I licked again, and this time, I dashed my tongue gently over her clit. My mother jumped at the contact. I stopped, worried I had done wrong. But she said, "No, that was good, carry on."
I did, licking and dipping my tongue regularly into her pussy and then I tried something a friend had told me. He did say it didn't always work, because some clits were just too small, but to try it anyway. I curled my tongue over and wrapped it around my mommy's clit. Then I moved it up and down, sucking whilst I did so. The response to this finale, though I didn't realize it, was electric. I could feel my mother tense and begin shuddering, the whimpering caught me slightly off guard, but I carried on, sure my mother would stop me if need be. Then a flow of juices flooded out of her. I lapped them up quickly, and then felt my mother lift my head away from her pussy. She had a glazed smile on her face as she said, "That was good, Paul. So very, very good."
She bent down and kissed me. Not the tender mother/son kisses we'd had before, but a passionate lip lock. I hadn't been kissed this way ever before and I wasn't sure what to do. I discovered it was a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, not fighting each other to see who could get who's tongue furthest into the other's mouth, but a simple rolling of the tongues together, moving back and forth from each mouth. We settled back next to each other on the bed as we kissed. My dick placed itself firmly at my mother's stomach and demanded her attention, whilst my hands explored the whole of her body.
Suddenly she broke away from our kiss and sat up then pushed me back on the bed. "I'm going to do all the work this time honey, but don't get too used to it." She laid me on my back and knelt with her legs on either side of my body. Taking hold of my hard cock she gave it a small tug or two. My penis is not anything to write home about. I've never been big. I'm just under four inches when I'm fully erect. But I know now it's not the size that counts, it's what you can do with or without it that counts, although I'm reliably informed there is a great difference in feeling between a big cock and a little one. My mom gently lowered herself down and I could feel the head of my dick gently slide into her. I have no words to describe what I felt as her warmth surrounded me. It felt like putting on a very tight warm wet glove, but the sensations that went with it started to drive me out of my mind right there.
Once she'd lowered herself all the way down my penis, I gazed up at her, seeing her smiling face above those wonderful naked breasts, I realized I was no longer a virgin. Then I also realized I loved this woman far more than just how a son should love his mother. Then she lifted herself up and dropped down. I don't think I lasted too long, I know I lost count of the number of times she dropped down on me. But finally I felt my balls tighten and my muscles across my stomach tingled and I shot my load deep into my mother's cunt. She kept me inside of her afterwards and bent forwards to kiss me. I held her in my arms as I fell asleep exhausted after such an emotional and tumultuous morning. I had finally realized my dream. I gave my virginity to my loving mother.
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