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The day my parents sat me down and told me I was adopted was, admittedly, something of a bombshell.
They said that they didn't love me any less because of it, and that obviously in their eyes I was as much a part of the family as if I had been conceived in their marriage. Their concern was that I wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. I assured them I did, and that, blood or no blood, they were my parents and it was my biological relations who were at a loss.
My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn't particularly sure I liked the truth I was presented with, or that, despite my reassurances, I still respected them as parents.
My mother is the head of nursing at a local Christian hospital, and as a result was consistently on call, and had minimal time for socializing and getting out and meeting people. She had met my father when she was young and about to undertake a nursing internship. Their courtship was lengthy, but they would often sickeningly reminisce about how they had known immediately how perfect they were for each other.
Marriage followed, and subsequently my adoption. They were both 23 – young parents, but with a nurse and a priest as guardians, they were undoubtedly responsible enough to raise a c***d.
They were now 42, and Dad's hair was beginning to thin, and he started to use the more generous holes in his belt. Mom on the other hand, had so far retained the looks that haunted the dreams of her high school class. She wasn't "hot", but by God she was beautiful. She had pointed features which complemented her slimming figure beautifully, big baleful green eyes and a little point on the tip of her right ear which gave her a somewhat elfish appearance. She wore her dark brown, almost black, hair cropped close to her head, and that wasn't all about her that was little. She stood a head shorter than me, with a stereotypical hourglass figure, and a strict exercise regime she adhered to meant her breasts had so far retained their youthful perkiness. There wasn't much of an ass there, but plenty to fill out a pair of jeans and look a million bucks.
But I digress.
Our story starts in the summer holidays the year after I finished my first year at college. I was home for the summer as a fresh-faced, idealistic 19 year old, with the world as my oyster. I had arranged to meet up with some old friends, but after 10 minutes of walking to our agreed meeting place, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text saying that unfortunately my friend had agreed to help his father with various errands, and had absent-mindedly double-booked his afternoon and would I mind terribly meeting up another time. I set back a quick reply, saying of course not, before turning around and resuming my walk home. I took my time, gazing at how the neighborhood had changed in one short year. Before I knew it I was back outside the front door, traipsing upstairs to put my headphones on and drift into a mindless stupor.
The first sign of something odd was that Mom was nowhere in sight. She told me she would be glad to get rid of me for the afternoon so I wasn't getting under her feet while she washed, dusted and performed other wifely duties in one of her rare moments away from work. I shrugged it off and continued upstairs.
Then I heard noises.
Coming from my parents' bedroom. It sounded like a muffled kind of cry, the kind someone would give if they were in a small amount of pain, but for some reason or other refused to cry out. Fearing the worst I grabbed the nearest "weapon", (an umbrella propped against the wall) and burst into the room, flinging the door open, umbrella swinging wildly. What I saw shocked me more than if there HAD been a stranger in the house.
My mother was lying in bed, her back arched and legs spread wider than I would've thought possible. She was stark naked, save for an enticing pink lace bra which obscured my view of her breasts. The bad faced the door, so I was presented with a front-on, front-row seat to her pussy and rear-end. In her right hand she clutched a magnificent metallic blue dildo – large, glistening, with just the right amount of curve in it.
Needless to say, upon my intrusion she sat bolt upright, a look of horror at being caught etched in her features, and threw the sheet she had only moments before been grasping in ecstasy, over her half-naked body. Still wearing an obvious expression of utter disbelief, I turned and fled the room, dimly aware of how tight my pants suddenly were, and just how awkward fleeing was at the time. Her excuses fell on deaf ears.
I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed, still trying to digest what I had seen. It wasn't so much the fact that I now had concrete evidence that my mother masturbated, I suspected as much given Dad's profession, obviously obligated not to sleep with his wife, but the fact that I had caught her in the act was both shocking and somewhat disturbing.
I flicked my mp3 player on and tried to burn the image out of my eyes with an assault on my eardrums. No dice. A knock at the door. I knew it was inevitable – she would just try and rationalize what I had seen and give me the talk about boys and girls and needs that was long overdue.
"Come in", I said meekly, my voice cracking almost imperceptibly. She came in, wearing shorts and a singlet, obviously the first things she could lay her hands on.
"John, let me start by telling you how sorry I am for what you just saw. I hope I haven't scarred you too badly. You see...grown ups have certain...desires and –"
"Stop Mom...I know all about this stuff...they teach you in school and, well, you find it out eventually...I'm 19 you know?"
"Okay, well let me tell you something you didn't know." She paused, as if considering whether or not to divulge any more. Finally she let out a long sigh and ventured, "I'm a virgin."
I was shocked, and apparently it showed. "What...but how...I mean..." I was lost for words.
"Well as you know I met your father very young. After our obvious attraction I intended on him being my first but, well, he told me of his faith and the career he wanted to pursue. I wasn't going to let him slip through my fingers over a little thing I had yet to experience. Do you blame me?"
"Well, no of course I don't blame you but...wow..." I was still stunned. I had so many questions but so few seemed appropriate. My shock had made me numb to the fact that I was openly discussing my mother's sex life in very specific detail. She told me about how she had often felt the desire and how she wished she had someone she could be intimate with but quelled it, such was her devotion to Dad.
My alarm heightened when I looked down and saw that somehow her hand had surreptitiously found its way halfway up my thigh while she gave this speech. As my senses returned I also noticed a small wet patch beginning to form in the crotch of her pants. She was obviously still ridiculously turned on after her masturbation frenzy.
"I think it would be wrong to deny you such a vital experience Mom," I ventured, "especially since you waited to get married and everything."
"Do you really think so, honey?" she replied, "I long for it so much sometimes, to feel the heat of another man pressed against me, sweating and gyrating." Her hand was now moving up and down my thigh, getting further up with every stroke. To my annoyance, I felt myself start to stiffen, and knew that if I did, I would be powerless to stop myself. Seizing the opportunity, I reached up and put my hand on her back, feeling no bra-strap, and began to return her gentle strokes. Her touch got higher as we sat in silence and it brushed my rigid cock. She knew how hard I was and suddenly got a blazing look in her eye. She angled her head in towards mine and I leant in kissing her mouth, not as a son would peck his mother, but a passionate embrace. It lengthened, and our lips parted and before I knew it our tongues were gently massaging each other.
We lay back on the bed, her on top and my hands found the back of her shirt. I reached under and began running them up and down her back. As I was doing so her pelvis was grinding along my leg, and a welcome moistness indicated to me that she was soaking wet.
"Oh babyyy," she crooned, "you know I love your father don't you? And I would never do anything to hurt him?"
"I know Mom." I was feeling guilty, but after all, the woman had never felt the touch of a man and who better to give her the experience than her son, who technically, was not even family.
"I love you so much sweetheart."
With those sweet words I lifted her singlet up and over her head, her arms moving to comply with me movements. Her perfectly shaped tits before my very eyes, I pushed her up away from me and began to suck on her nipples, gently at first, then biting down on one of them. This elicited a small gasp of pleasure. I took my own shirt off and her hand reached down past our stomachs and came to rest on my throbbing cock. She felt its outline and began groping it with varying degrees of force through my pants. Reciprocating, I slid mine down there and found the waistband of her shorts. Undoing the single button and sliding the zipper down, I slid them over her compact ass and down her shapely legs.
It was all I could do to not blow my load on the spot. My naked mother was now lying on top of me, with her amazingly shaped breasts, erect nipples and totally hairless pussy. I reached for it and used my fingers to pleasure her slit as she removed my own pants and let out an appreciative groan as she saw my large cock, and wrapped her hand around it. In reply I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and felt her soft, moist walls contract in pleasure. My hand was now utterly wet from her juices but this only made me want her more. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it all of before returning to work, this time paying extra attention to her clit. Her breath was now coming short and fast as she straddled me with her eyes closed, but she continued to jerk me off.
"I wanna lick your pussy Mom" I told her, and she beamed at me.
"Could we try 69ing? I always thought it looked like so much fun..."
"Sure."
We hurried to see who could get their mouth to the other first. In the end she won, pouncing on my cock and taking it as deep as she could in the first mouthful. Then she started giving head like a true professional and I guessed all those hours with the dildo had paid off. A drop of her wetness hit my face, and I began licking her with enthusiasm. As I continued eating my Mom's virgin pussy, I noticed her head becoming more and more staggered and erratic. She kept moaning loudly and as a result of how intensely I was working her pussy, and I took the lead. Pulling her head up off my cock, I slid out from underneath her so that she was still on all fours, but I was conveniently positioned on my kneed behind her.
I took hold of the tip of my cock as she hoisted her little caboose up in the air – an unmistakable invitation for me to enter her. I felt around for her pussy and, without waiting for another signal, pushed it in about halfway. The result was overwhelming. My mother cried out and dropped her head to the bed, her hands extended to the bedhead and squeezed my pillows in a gesture of immense pleasure. Not wanting to hurt her, I drew my cock out and was about to re-insert when I noticed a bloody discharge on my cock – I had just broken my mother's hymen. She was no longer a virgin. I half smiled to myself before she brought me back to reality by saying "What are you waiting for??" The words were raspy, as if she had just run a long distance, but I complied and put it back in, about three-quarters of the way this time. She let out a squeal of pain mingled with pleasure, and this time I didn't get the chance to pull it out. She rocked her hips back until her ass was planted firmly against my pelvis, engulfing my generously large cock in her pussy.
I grabbed her hips and began to move them back and forward, matching the action by pumping my cock into her as deep as I could. I hoped my room was relatively soundproof, because the moans my mother was now letting escape her were deafening to me. I continued this motion, and every so often gave her ass a slap, gently at first, then leaving a handprint. From her screams I gathered that she loved this. A moment later I licked my middle finger and, spreading her cheeks as wide as I could, crammed it into her ass. Immediately I felt her pussy grip stronger on my cock and her moans shortened to winded gasps as I realized I was bringing my mother to the brink of orgasm. With one ear-splitting moan she convulsed for a moment, then I felt her stop rocking against me as she climaxed.
"Oh baby...I love you so, so much. That was the best experience ever, I need more." And with those words she turned and pushed me so that I was now on my back. She straddled me and gripped my cock before lowering her pussy, which was literally dripping by this stage, onto my rod. With her legs on either side of me, she rocked back and forth. Her hands were planted on my chest and she leaned forward and kissed me fiercely. Without thinking my hands found her tits and squeezed her sensitive nipples. Leaning down on me she worked her hips up and down my shaft. I would feel her pussy around the head of my cock, almost coming loose, but at the last moment she would push down again. Man could she ride dick! Her breath was coming fast again in my ears and her short gasps indicated she was about to cum again. This only turned me on even more, and I felt the cum start to rise in my own cock. She straightened up, with my hands still stuck on her tits and lowered herself fully onto my cock and came loud and hard again. With the full length of my cock inside her, it became too much for me. I felt the strings of hot semen shoot out of my cock and I too let out a satisfied grunt as the cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the both of us.
For a few brief moments, we just lay there, panting heavily, stunned by what we had just done. She didn't say anything, but I could see how much this meant to her, and after waiting over 40 years to lose her virginity, I was glad to have given her a great experience.
Outside, a car door slammed. With a jolt I realized it was Sunday and Dad would be home from his sermon. The though obviously struck Mom too as she, still fully naked, ran from the room. As I stuffed her clothes under my bed the sound of the shower starting reached my ears and I knew we had escaped.
That night at dinner Dad announced that attendance at his church was growing, and that he would be spending more time at the church from now on so as to better 'tend his flock'. It wasn't a bad thing, he said, it just meant that we would have to remain thankful for the precious time we had together, and that he would be bettering the lives of those to whom he preached by spending a bit more time away from home.
I felt something land in my crotch under the table and looked across at Mom who shot me a coy wink. With her foot in my lap I looked Dad straight in the eye and simply said Oh God
They said that they didn't love me any less because of it, and that obviously in their eyes I was as much a part of the family as if I had been conceived in their marriage. Their concern was that I wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. I assured them I did, and that, blood or no blood, they were my parents and it was my biological relations who were at a loss.
My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn't particularly sure I liked the truth I was presented with, or that, despite my reassurances, I still respected them as parents.
My mother is the head of nursing at a local Christian hospital, and as a result was consistently on call, and had minimal time for socializing and getting out and meeting people. She had met my father when she was young and about to undertake a nursing internship. Their courtship was lengthy, but they would often sickeningly reminisce about how they had known immediately how perfect they were for each other.
Marriage followed, and subsequently my adoption. They were both 23 – young parents, but with a nurse and a priest as guardians, they were undoubtedly responsible enough to raise a c***d.
They were now 42, and Dad's hair was beginning to thin, and he started to use the more generous holes in his belt. Mom on the other hand, had so far retained the looks that haunted the dreams of her high school class. She wasn't "hot", but by God she was beautiful. She had pointed features which complemented her slimming figure beautifully, big baleful green eyes and a little point on the tip of her right ear which gave her a somewhat elfish appearance. She wore her dark brown, almost black, hair cropped close to her head, and that wasn't all about her that was little. She stood a head shorter than me, with a stereotypical hourglass figure, and a strict exercise regime she adhered to meant her breasts had so far retained their youthful perkiness. There wasn't much of an ass there, but plenty to fill out a pair of jeans and look a million bucks.
But I digress.
Our story starts in the summer holidays the year after I finished my first year at college. I was home for the summer as a fresh-faced, idealistic 19 year old, with the world as my oyster. I had arranged to meet up with some old friends, but after 10 minutes of walking to our agreed meeting place, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text saying that unfortunately my friend had agreed to help his father with various errands, and had absent-mindedly double-booked his afternoon and would I mind terribly meeting up another time. I set back a quick reply, saying of course not, before turning around and resuming my walk home. I took my time, gazing at how the neighborhood had changed in one short year. Before I knew it I was back outside the front door, traipsing upstairs to put my headphones on and drift into a mindless stupor.
The first sign of something odd was that Mom was nowhere in sight. She told me she would be glad to get rid of me for the afternoon so I wasn't getting under her feet while she washed, dusted and performed other wifely duties in one of her rare moments away from work. I shrugged it off and continued upstairs.
Then I heard noises.
Coming from my parents' bedroom. It sounded like a muffled kind of cry, the kind someone would give if they were in a small amount of pain, but for some reason or other refused to cry out. Fearing the worst I grabbed the nearest "weapon", (an umbrella propped against the wall) and burst into the room, flinging the door open, umbrella swinging wildly. What I saw shocked me more than if there HAD been a stranger in the house.
My mother was lying in bed, her back arched and legs spread wider than I would've thought possible. She was stark naked, save for an enticing pink lace bra which obscured my view of her breasts. The bad faced the door, so I was presented with a front-on, front-row seat to her pussy and rear-end. In her right hand she clutched a magnificent metallic blue dildo – large, glistening, with just the right amount of curve in it.
Needless to say, upon my intrusion she sat bolt upright, a look of horror at being caught etched in her features, and threw the sheet she had only moments before been grasping in ecstasy, over her half-naked body. Still wearing an obvious expression of utter disbelief, I turned and fled the room, dimly aware of how tight my pants suddenly were, and just how awkward fleeing was at the time. Her excuses fell on deaf ears.
I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed, still trying to digest what I had seen. It wasn't so much the fact that I now had concrete evidence that my mother masturbated, I suspected as much given Dad's profession, obviously obligated not to sleep with his wife, but the fact that I had caught her in the act was both shocking and somewhat disturbing.
I flicked my mp3 player on and tried to burn the image out of my eyes with an assault on my eardrums. No dice. A knock at the door. I knew it was inevitable – she would just try and rationalize what I had seen and give me the talk about boys and girls and needs that was long overdue.
"Come in", I said meekly, my voice cracking almost imperceptibly. She came in, wearing shorts and a singlet, obviously the first things she could lay her hands on.
"John, let me start by telling you how sorry I am for what you just saw. I hope I haven't scarred you too badly. You see...grown ups have certain...desires and –"
"Stop Mom...I know all about this stuff...they teach you in school and, well, you find it out eventually...I'm 19 you know?"
"Okay, well let me tell you something you didn't know." She paused, as if considering whether or not to divulge any more. Finally she let out a long sigh and ventured, "I'm a virgin."
I was shocked, and apparently it showed. "What...but how...I mean..." I was lost for words.
"Well as you know I met your father very young. After our obvious attraction I intended on him being my first but, well, he told me of his faith and the career he wanted to pursue. I wasn't going to let him slip through my fingers over a little thing I had yet to experience. Do you blame me?"
"Well, no of course I don't blame you but...wow..." I was still stunned. I had so many questions but so few seemed appropriate. My shock had made me numb to the fact that I was openly discussing my mother's sex life in very specific detail. She told me about how she had often felt the desire and how she wished she had someone she could be intimate with but quelled it, such was her devotion to Dad.
My alarm heightened when I looked down and saw that somehow her hand had surreptitiously found its way halfway up my thigh while she gave this speech. As my senses returned I also noticed a small wet patch beginning to form in the crotch of her pants. She was obviously still ridiculously turned on after her masturbation frenzy.
"I think it would be wrong to deny you such a vital experience Mom," I ventured, "especially since you waited to get married and everything."
"Do you really think so, honey?" she replied, "I long for it so much sometimes, to feel the heat of another man pressed against me, sweating and gyrating." Her hand was now moving up and down my thigh, getting further up with every stroke. To my annoyance, I felt myself start to stiffen, and knew that if I did, I would be powerless to stop myself. Seizing the opportunity, I reached up and put my hand on her back, feeling no bra-strap, and began to return her gentle strokes. Her touch got higher as we sat in silence and it brushed my rigid cock. She knew how hard I was and suddenly got a blazing look in her eye. She angled her head in towards mine and I leant in kissing her mouth, not as a son would peck his mother, but a passionate embrace. It lengthened, and our lips parted and before I knew it our tongues were gently massaging each other.
We lay back on the bed, her on top and my hands found the back of her shirt. I reached under and began running them up and down her back. As I was doing so her pelvis was grinding along my leg, and a welcome moistness indicated to me that she was soaking wet.
"Oh babyyy," she crooned, "you know I love your father don't you? And I would never do anything to hurt him?"
"I know Mom." I was feeling guilty, but after all, the woman had never felt the touch of a man and who better to give her the experience than her son, who technically, was not even family.
"I love you so much sweetheart."
With those sweet words I lifted her singlet up and over her head, her arms moving to comply with me movements. Her perfectly shaped tits before my very eyes, I pushed her up away from me and began to suck on her nipples, gently at first, then biting down on one of them. This elicited a small gasp of pleasure. I took my own shirt off and her hand reached down past our stomachs and came to rest on my throbbing cock. She felt its outline and began groping it with varying degrees of force through my pants. Reciprocating, I slid mine down there and found the waistband of her shorts. Undoing the single button and sliding the zipper down, I slid them over her compact ass and down her shapely legs.
It was all I could do to not blow my load on the spot. My naked mother was now lying on top of me, with her amazingly shaped breasts, erect nipples and totally hairless pussy. I reached for it and used my fingers to pleasure her slit as she removed my own pants and let out an appreciative groan as she saw my large cock, and wrapped her hand around it. In reply I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and felt her soft, moist walls contract in pleasure. My hand was now utterly wet from her juices but this only made me want her more. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it all of before returning to work, this time paying extra attention to her clit. Her breath was now coming short and fast as she straddled me with her eyes closed, but she continued to jerk me off.
"I wanna lick your pussy Mom" I told her, and she beamed at me.
"Could we try 69ing? I always thought it looked like so much fun..."
"Sure."
We hurried to see who could get their mouth to the other first. In the end she won, pouncing on my cock and taking it as deep as she could in the first mouthful. Then she started giving head like a true professional and I guessed all those hours with the dildo had paid off. A drop of her wetness hit my face, and I began licking her with enthusiasm. As I continued eating my Mom's virgin pussy, I noticed her head becoming more and more staggered and erratic. She kept moaning loudly and as a result of how intensely I was working her pussy, and I took the lead. Pulling her head up off my cock, I slid out from underneath her so that she was still on all fours, but I was conveniently positioned on my kneed behind her.
I took hold of the tip of my cock as she hoisted her little caboose up in the air – an unmistakable invitation for me to enter her. I felt around for her pussy and, without waiting for another signal, pushed it in about halfway. The result was overwhelming. My mother cried out and dropped her head to the bed, her hands extended to the bedhead and squeezed my pillows in a gesture of immense pleasure. Not wanting to hurt her, I drew my cock out and was about to re-insert when I noticed a bloody discharge on my cock – I had just broken my mother's hymen. She was no longer a virgin. I half smiled to myself before she brought me back to reality by saying "What are you waiting for??" The words were raspy, as if she had just run a long distance, but I complied and put it back in, about three-quarters of the way this time. She let out a squeal of pain mingled with pleasure, and this time I didn't get the chance to pull it out. She rocked her hips back until her ass was planted firmly against my pelvis, engulfing my generously large cock in her pussy.
I grabbed her hips and began to move them back and forward, matching the action by pumping my cock into her as deep as I could. I hoped my room was relatively soundproof, because the moans my mother was now letting escape her were deafening to me. I continued this motion, and every so often gave her ass a slap, gently at first, then leaving a handprint. From her screams I gathered that she loved this. A moment later I licked my middle finger and, spreading her cheeks as wide as I could, crammed it into her ass. Immediately I felt her pussy grip stronger on my cock and her moans shortened to winded gasps as I realized I was bringing my mother to the brink of orgasm. With one ear-splitting moan she convulsed for a moment, then I felt her stop rocking against me as she climaxed.
"Oh baby...I love you so, so much. That was the best experience ever, I need more." And with those words she turned and pushed me so that I was now on my back. She straddled me and gripped my cock before lowering her pussy, which was literally dripping by this stage, onto my rod. With her legs on either side of me, she rocked back and forth. Her hands were planted on my chest and she leaned forward and kissed me fiercely. Without thinking my hands found her tits and squeezed her sensitive nipples. Leaning down on me she worked her hips up and down my shaft. I would feel her pussy around the head of my cock, almost coming loose, but at the last moment she would push down again. Man could she ride dick! Her breath was coming fast again in my ears and her short gasps indicated she was about to cum again. This only turned me on even more, and I felt the cum start to rise in my own cock. She straightened up, with my hands still stuck on her tits and lowered herself fully onto my cock and came loud and hard again. With the full length of my cock inside her, it became too much for me. I felt the strings of hot semen shoot out of my cock and I too let out a satisfied grunt as the cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the both of us.
For a few brief moments, we just lay there, panting heavily, stunned by what we had just done. She didn't say anything, but I could see how much this meant to her, and after waiting over 40 years to lose her virginity, I was glad to have given her a great experience.
Outside, a car door slammed. With a jolt I realized it was Sunday and Dad would be home from his sermon. The though obviously struck Mom too as she, still fully naked, ran from the room. As I stuffed her clothes under my bed the sound of the shower starting reached my ears and I knew we had escaped.
That night at dinner Dad announced that attendance at his church was growing, and that he would be spending more time at the church from now on so as to better 'tend his flock'. It wasn't a bad thing, he said, it just meant that we would have to remain thankful for the precious time we had together, and that he would be bettering the lives of those to whom he preached by spending a bit more time away from home.
I felt something land in my crotch under the table and looked across at Mom who shot me a coy wink. With her foot in my lap I looked Dad straight in the eye and simply said Oh God
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