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It was July 17th, no, now that I think about it really was July 18th because it happened after midnight.
So on July 18th my life changed forever and, as far as I am concerned, for the better!
My name is Ainsley and I am now 19 years old. I had just turned eighteen when it happened. I’m an inch under six feet and play a lot of sports. I am a good student but not a jock and I enjoy working out so I have a good physique. I am considered good-looking by girls. I seemed to have inherited, from my maternal grandfather, a more than fair share of Irish blarney and am able to talk most people into doing what I want, especially if they are female.
I’d slept with six girls and one woman up to that point. The woman was a neighbour and my second lover. I suppose Myra Tinkwell was as old as my mother which, at the time, seemed ancient. She’d asked me to help her clear her attic as they were going to sell the house. It was stifling hot and dusty and I’d taken everything off except my boxer shorts. After staring at my sweaty body she said that it was a good idea and stripped down to her panties. She had not been wearing a bra. Myra was plump but sexy. I will not go into details but she seduced me and we had great sex. Until they moved I visited her two or three times a week. It was Myra who taught me what women liked and how to curb my urges and make sure my partner was fully satisfied before taking my own pleasure. I and the girls I have slept with after her will be eternally grateful for her tuition.
Back to that fateful day.
I was on vacation and staying at home with my parents prior to going to college.
On the evening of the 17th I’d been out with my then girlfriend Barbara. We went to the lake and started making out. I’d not had sex for nearly a week and was as horny as a goat. She kept me at arms’ length as she told me that it was the wrong time of the month. I had to use all my charms to get her to give me a hand-job after she’d refused to give me a blow-job. It was very unlike her. She did the business rather mechanically and it was clear that her mind was on other things so, after a very ordinary cum, I asked her what was wrong. At first she said that nothing was then, after I continued pressing her, she said that she’d been thinking hard about us and felt that I only wanted her for sex and, when I went off to college, she knew that I would find someone new. It was as if she’d read my mind so of course I protested that she was wrong but women have that special kind of intuition and she knew that she was right so we had a row and I dropped her off and came home.
Both my parents were out but not together. Of late they had been at each other’s throats and one or the other would storm out after a fierce row and not come home for hours. In my father’s case it was days rather than hours. They both drunk a lot and home was not a great place to be when they were in their cups and slagging each other off. I tried hard to keep out of the way spending most of the day out with my friends and not coming home till late.
I was glad that they were out. I made myself a sandwich, poured myself some milk and took them to my room. Being July it was still hot so I left the door partly open to get some air circulating. My father doesn’t believe in air-conditioning. I surfed the web for a while but felt drained by the earlier argument so turned in early. As soon as my head touched the pillow I fell asleep.
My next recollection is waking up in the dark and finding a hot and sweaty body plastered against mine. I sleep naked. A hand was grasping my cock, which was fully erect, and squeezing it. A haze of alcoholic fumes made me cough as the hot body rolled on top of mine. I felt the hand guiding my cock between spread legs before it immediately became surrounded by moist heat. I was still half-asleep but realised that the body was female and that my cock was now ensconced deep into a very wet but tight pussy. It had happened so quickly that I just lay there not believing that it was happening. Not being quite awake it felt like a fantastic dream. A cascade of wet, slobbery kisses rained on my neck and face as the wet pussy flowed around my cock, contracting then loosening, again and again. Firm, large breasts were crushed against my chest and I could feel the hardness of the twin nipples. I heard my assailant mutter drunken words about having it been such a long time and then I made out a word that finally brought me fully awake.
The word was Ralph, which is my father’s name!
She sat up causing my cock to dig even deeper inside the damp warmth of vaginal flesh. My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light by then. I lifted my head up so that I could study the female who had started to lift herself up and down my cock in the most wonderful way. My suspicions proved to be correct I was being shagged by my mother!
My head fell back onto the pillow and I lay there shocked out of my skull and trying to figure out what to do. Meanwhile the slimy sex was going up and down massaging my cock in the best way and instinctively my hips were pushing up making sure that it went all the way inside till the head banged against the spongy cervix.
I realised that my mother was drunk and that she believed that she was in her own bed and was making love to my father. Because they had been arguing so much it was reasonable to assume that it had been some time since they’d made love which exclaimed her enthusiasm.
As she hurled herself up and down, with her large breasts flopping around vigorously, her eyes were tightly closed so it was certain that she had no idea that it was her son and not her husband she was shagging.
I had to make a quick decision. If I stopped her shagging me and made her aware of her mistake it might be highly traumatic on the other hand if I didn’t would I be able to live with knowing that I had sex with my mother?
Those and others thoughts went through my mind in rapid succession but my body knew exactly what to do. My hands had instinctively grasped her firm, dangling breasts and were using them to help her hurl herself up and down my rampant cock like a manic jockey. Faster and faster she bounced. Each time my knob banged against her cervix she grunted loudly and twisted her pelvis so that it felt as if her sex was corkscrewing around my cock. A stray though flashed through my befuddled mind. I was glad that Barbara had given me a hand-job earlier that evening because the pussy was wringing my cock as if wanting to detach it from my body and I would have lost control and spunked too early. Suddenly my mother went rigid and a piercing scream of ecstasy echoed around the room. Her sex grasped my cock like a vice and my loins were suddenly showered by warm, sticky liquid as she climaxed. Her body seemed to be shaking as if she was riding a rollercoaster and I could hear her gasping for breath. None of the females I’d had sex with had orgasmed as hard as my mother did that night.
I am sure that if I had not been holding her up, by grasping her large breasts tightly, she would have fallen off because her orgasm lasted a long time. My cock was gripped so hard that, even if I’d wanted to, I would have been unable to move it. Then, like a balloon deflating, her body went all floppy and she collapsed on top of me like a dead weight. She didn’t move and I realised that she was out for the count when she began gently snoring. My rigid cock was still wedged all the way inside her very liquid sex and, after that sensational workout, I needed to come urgently.
I realised that what had happened had been an accident but, even as I thought about what I was contemplating doing, I knew that it was a sin, a taboo hardly ever spoken about, but reason had flown out of the window and had been replaced by raw lust.
Gently, so has not to wake her, I turned us around so that she was now lying on her back with me on top with my cock still firmly sheathed inside her now-sloppy sex. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing gently through her open mouth. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I lifted up my torso and used my arms to suspend my body over hers so that the only point where we touched was where my cock was wedged deep inside her vagina. Taking my time and savouring every nuance I began to fuck my mother. Each thrust made her heavy breasts loll from side to side. She showed no signs of waking up so I speeded up my thrusts, ramming my cock as deep as it would go, again and again. I was in seventh heaven. Even though she wasn’t reciprocating the kinkiness of what I was doing made up for that and I didn’t last long. My cock swelled and I shot a wad of sperm deep into my mother’s cunt. It was one of the best cum I’d ever experienced. I kept my deflating cock wedged deep inside her, savouring the moment, until it flopped out. I rolled to one side and lay next to her, regaining my breath and contemplating what I’d done. In a way I felt guilty but my conscience was easily placated out by the sheer ecstasy of what I’d experienced.
Taking a chance I turned on the bedside lamp. She showed no signs of waking up. I now examined the woman who had given me life, in great detail. She was magnificent even in her dishevelled state.
My friends had always called her a hot mum and had even used MILF to describe her. I’d even had a fight with one of them when he made crude remarks about her but I’d never thought of her in a sexual way before.
She is 5’8” tall and what could be called stacked. I know her bra size because I’d seen the tag in one of them, it was 36EE. She has a small waist and broad hips and a bubble butt that she thinks is too big but which sends my friends into rapture. She has long shapely legs and small feet. She is a natural redhead with very white skin and golden freckles. She has large green eyes and a very full mouth. This is what I was studying that night as she lay there nakedly exposed to my scrutiny. Her legs were parted and I could see her puffy sex, framed by an abundance of red curls, gaping open allowing my sperm to ooze out and trickle into the deep crack between her buttocks. Her large breasts were firm enough so that they did not flop sideways. The nipples were very red and very large. It is no wonder that my cock soon was fully erect again and taking the lead by urging me to steer it to the wonderland between my mother’s legs.
At no point, at the time, did I feel that I was compounding a terrible sin. I rationalised that it had already happened twice so a third time would make no difference.
I turned off the light, just in case she suddenly woke up, and moved her around till she was on her front, with her bottom hoisted up in the air and her head resting on a pillow. I waited a moment, to make sure she was not waking up, and then I stood next to the bed. Keeping my eyes firmly on the target and, grasping her hips, I slithered my cock all the way inside her sloppy sex until my knob banged against her cervix and my pelvis flattened her elastic buttocks. That initial thrust forced wads of my sperm, blended with her juices, to ooze out and trickle down the inside of her thighs and also coating my balls in the process. I spread her buttocks, so that I could see better, and revealed another wonder. Above the place where my cock was buried inside her, with her sex-lips holding the base like an elastic band, was a rosebud which seemed to be winking at me. Each time I thrust my cock inward it opened, for a moment, and then closed again. It made me think of a mouth begging. It was so sexy that I forgot about keeping it gentle and started ramming my cock in and out as hard and as fast as I could. I could see her dangling breasts flopping from side to side as the power of my thrusts rippled through her body. Fortunately she was out for the count. I was grunting like some brutish a****l as I rammed my cock into my mother’s helpless sex, again and again. At some point I felt something give and my cock penetrated even deeper inside her so that I could feel a kind of fleshy ring grasping my shaft just behind my knob. Later I worked out that I’d actually penetrated her womb.
It is no wonder that I could not control myself for long and I blasted what remained of my sperm deep into her body. With my legs shaking and my body covered in sweat I stayed glued to her bottom until my cock flopped out. I was exhausted and all I wanted was go back to sleep but realised I had to do something to cover up what had happened.
So on July 18th my life changed forever and, as far as I am concerned, for the better!
My name is Ainsley and I am now 19 years old. I had just turned eighteen when it happened. I’m an inch under six feet and play a lot of sports. I am a good student but not a jock and I enjoy working out so I have a good physique. I am considered good-looking by girls. I seemed to have inherited, from my maternal grandfather, a more than fair share of Irish blarney and am able to talk most people into doing what I want, especially if they are female.
I’d slept with six girls and one woman up to that point. The woman was a neighbour and my second lover. I suppose Myra Tinkwell was as old as my mother which, at the time, seemed ancient. She’d asked me to help her clear her attic as they were going to sell the house. It was stifling hot and dusty and I’d taken everything off except my boxer shorts. After staring at my sweaty body she said that it was a good idea and stripped down to her panties. She had not been wearing a bra. Myra was plump but sexy. I will not go into details but she seduced me and we had great sex. Until they moved I visited her two or three times a week. It was Myra who taught me what women liked and how to curb my urges and make sure my partner was fully satisfied before taking my own pleasure. I and the girls I have slept with after her will be eternally grateful for her tuition.
Back to that fateful day.
I was on vacation and staying at home with my parents prior to going to college.
On the evening of the 17th I’d been out with my then girlfriend Barbara. We went to the lake and started making out. I’d not had sex for nearly a week and was as horny as a goat. She kept me at arms’ length as she told me that it was the wrong time of the month. I had to use all my charms to get her to give me a hand-job after she’d refused to give me a blow-job. It was very unlike her. She did the business rather mechanically and it was clear that her mind was on other things so, after a very ordinary cum, I asked her what was wrong. At first she said that nothing was then, after I continued pressing her, she said that she’d been thinking hard about us and felt that I only wanted her for sex and, when I went off to college, she knew that I would find someone new. It was as if she’d read my mind so of course I protested that she was wrong but women have that special kind of intuition and she knew that she was right so we had a row and I dropped her off and came home.
Both my parents were out but not together. Of late they had been at each other’s throats and one or the other would storm out after a fierce row and not come home for hours. In my father’s case it was days rather than hours. They both drunk a lot and home was not a great place to be when they were in their cups and slagging each other off. I tried hard to keep out of the way spending most of the day out with my friends and not coming home till late.
I was glad that they were out. I made myself a sandwich, poured myself some milk and took them to my room. Being July it was still hot so I left the door partly open to get some air circulating. My father doesn’t believe in air-conditioning. I surfed the web for a while but felt drained by the earlier argument so turned in early. As soon as my head touched the pillow I fell asleep.
My next recollection is waking up in the dark and finding a hot and sweaty body plastered against mine. I sleep naked. A hand was grasping my cock, which was fully erect, and squeezing it. A haze of alcoholic fumes made me cough as the hot body rolled on top of mine. I felt the hand guiding my cock between spread legs before it immediately became surrounded by moist heat. I was still half-asleep but realised that the body was female and that my cock was now ensconced deep into a very wet but tight pussy. It had happened so quickly that I just lay there not believing that it was happening. Not being quite awake it felt like a fantastic dream. A cascade of wet, slobbery kisses rained on my neck and face as the wet pussy flowed around my cock, contracting then loosening, again and again. Firm, large breasts were crushed against my chest and I could feel the hardness of the twin nipples. I heard my assailant mutter drunken words about having it been such a long time and then I made out a word that finally brought me fully awake.
The word was Ralph, which is my father’s name!
She sat up causing my cock to dig even deeper inside the damp warmth of vaginal flesh. My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light by then. I lifted my head up so that I could study the female who had started to lift herself up and down my cock in the most wonderful way. My suspicions proved to be correct I was being shagged by my mother!
My head fell back onto the pillow and I lay there shocked out of my skull and trying to figure out what to do. Meanwhile the slimy sex was going up and down massaging my cock in the best way and instinctively my hips were pushing up making sure that it went all the way inside till the head banged against the spongy cervix.
I realised that my mother was drunk and that she believed that she was in her own bed and was making love to my father. Because they had been arguing so much it was reasonable to assume that it had been some time since they’d made love which exclaimed her enthusiasm.
As she hurled herself up and down, with her large breasts flopping around vigorously, her eyes were tightly closed so it was certain that she had no idea that it was her son and not her husband she was shagging.
I had to make a quick decision. If I stopped her shagging me and made her aware of her mistake it might be highly traumatic on the other hand if I didn’t would I be able to live with knowing that I had sex with my mother?
Those and others thoughts went through my mind in rapid succession but my body knew exactly what to do. My hands had instinctively grasped her firm, dangling breasts and were using them to help her hurl herself up and down my rampant cock like a manic jockey. Faster and faster she bounced. Each time my knob banged against her cervix she grunted loudly and twisted her pelvis so that it felt as if her sex was corkscrewing around my cock. A stray though flashed through my befuddled mind. I was glad that Barbara had given me a hand-job earlier that evening because the pussy was wringing my cock as if wanting to detach it from my body and I would have lost control and spunked too early. Suddenly my mother went rigid and a piercing scream of ecstasy echoed around the room. Her sex grasped my cock like a vice and my loins were suddenly showered by warm, sticky liquid as she climaxed. Her body seemed to be shaking as if she was riding a rollercoaster and I could hear her gasping for breath. None of the females I’d had sex with had orgasmed as hard as my mother did that night.
I am sure that if I had not been holding her up, by grasping her large breasts tightly, she would have fallen off because her orgasm lasted a long time. My cock was gripped so hard that, even if I’d wanted to, I would have been unable to move it. Then, like a balloon deflating, her body went all floppy and she collapsed on top of me like a dead weight. She didn’t move and I realised that she was out for the count when she began gently snoring. My rigid cock was still wedged all the way inside her very liquid sex and, after that sensational workout, I needed to come urgently.
I realised that what had happened had been an accident but, even as I thought about what I was contemplating doing, I knew that it was a sin, a taboo hardly ever spoken about, but reason had flown out of the window and had been replaced by raw lust.
Gently, so has not to wake her, I turned us around so that she was now lying on her back with me on top with my cock still firmly sheathed inside her now-sloppy sex. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing gently through her open mouth. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I lifted up my torso and used my arms to suspend my body over hers so that the only point where we touched was where my cock was wedged deep inside her vagina. Taking my time and savouring every nuance I began to fuck my mother. Each thrust made her heavy breasts loll from side to side. She showed no signs of waking up so I speeded up my thrusts, ramming my cock as deep as it would go, again and again. I was in seventh heaven. Even though she wasn’t reciprocating the kinkiness of what I was doing made up for that and I didn’t last long. My cock swelled and I shot a wad of sperm deep into my mother’s cunt. It was one of the best cum I’d ever experienced. I kept my deflating cock wedged deep inside her, savouring the moment, until it flopped out. I rolled to one side and lay next to her, regaining my breath and contemplating what I’d done. In a way I felt guilty but my conscience was easily placated out by the sheer ecstasy of what I’d experienced.
Taking a chance I turned on the bedside lamp. She showed no signs of waking up. I now examined the woman who had given me life, in great detail. She was magnificent even in her dishevelled state.
My friends had always called her a hot mum and had even used MILF to describe her. I’d even had a fight with one of them when he made crude remarks about her but I’d never thought of her in a sexual way before.
She is 5’8” tall and what could be called stacked. I know her bra size because I’d seen the tag in one of them, it was 36EE. She has a small waist and broad hips and a bubble butt that she thinks is too big but which sends my friends into rapture. She has long shapely legs and small feet. She is a natural redhead with very white skin and golden freckles. She has large green eyes and a very full mouth. This is what I was studying that night as she lay there nakedly exposed to my scrutiny. Her legs were parted and I could see her puffy sex, framed by an abundance of red curls, gaping open allowing my sperm to ooze out and trickle into the deep crack between her buttocks. Her large breasts were firm enough so that they did not flop sideways. The nipples were very red and very large. It is no wonder that my cock soon was fully erect again and taking the lead by urging me to steer it to the wonderland between my mother’s legs.
At no point, at the time, did I feel that I was compounding a terrible sin. I rationalised that it had already happened twice so a third time would make no difference.
I turned off the light, just in case she suddenly woke up, and moved her around till she was on her front, with her bottom hoisted up in the air and her head resting on a pillow. I waited a moment, to make sure she was not waking up, and then I stood next to the bed. Keeping my eyes firmly on the target and, grasping her hips, I slithered my cock all the way inside her sloppy sex until my knob banged against her cervix and my pelvis flattened her elastic buttocks. That initial thrust forced wads of my sperm, blended with her juices, to ooze out and trickle down the inside of her thighs and also coating my balls in the process. I spread her buttocks, so that I could see better, and revealed another wonder. Above the place where my cock was buried inside her, with her sex-lips holding the base like an elastic band, was a rosebud which seemed to be winking at me. Each time I thrust my cock inward it opened, for a moment, and then closed again. It made me think of a mouth begging. It was so sexy that I forgot about keeping it gentle and started ramming my cock in and out as hard and as fast as I could. I could see her dangling breasts flopping from side to side as the power of my thrusts rippled through her body. Fortunately she was out for the count. I was grunting like some brutish a****l as I rammed my cock into my mother’s helpless sex, again and again. At some point I felt something give and my cock penetrated even deeper inside her so that I could feel a kind of fleshy ring grasping my shaft just behind my knob. Later I worked out that I’d actually penetrated her womb.
It is no wonder that I could not control myself for long and I blasted what remained of my sperm deep into her body. With my legs shaking and my body covered in sweat I stayed glued to her bottom until my cock flopped out. I was exhausted and all I wanted was go back to sleep but realised I had to do something to cover up what had happened.
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