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| That did it My mother did have a shapely butt Or grow up On those nights I often fell asleep with my arm around her When dad left for some religious revival, she came back, though, and we had a big talk about love, marriage, men, women, sex-you name it She and dad are still friends It was a memorable picnic because I gave my mother three quick orgasms, the only time she achieved that number without a rest period of sorts in between orgasms The more they drifted, the more important I became to her Most of the time mom had pajamas on, but in warm weather she just wore a short nightgown or what they used to call a "Baby Doll" I was sexually insatiable and my mom was a willing partner I loved hearing my mother moan and seeing her body shake as I rubbed her wet clit My mother's reaction underscored it It turned out to be so easy We repeated the same thing the next night I don't remember specifics about my technique or what happened next Mom and I started tickling each other more often somewhere around the time I turned eighteen Mom would wear a dress or skirt or be in a bathrobe and straddle the chair (and me) for an hour or more while I played with her pussy and gave her orgasm after orgasm Speaking of orgasms, I remember going on a picnic with my mother once Mom always loved me best Very good Marriage went well for a while, but after I was born, she and dad drifted apart Many evenings we watched TV while my father visited parishioners in the hospital or had wedding rehearsals or something I wanted to take her panties off and touch her A few minutes later I got a memorable blowjob Mom said the sun felt good on her rear and gave her ass a little wiggle She measured me, jerked me off with a variety of strokes and even put my dick in her mouth a few times, just for size When we do, though, it's still good I did run my fingers through her hair many times, though Halfway into our new routine one night I just asked her if I could take her panties off I just rubbed the softest area and soon mother was making "mmm' noises and rocking her ass in time with my fingers He said it "wasn't healthy The good thing about touching my mother through her panties was that no technique was needed It's probably good for you, but I KNOW it's good for me!" Mom now took a great deal of interest in my dick She came with a whimper and gave me a big hug afterwards Mom said she was "frisky," so after lunch and a little wine she laid across my lap She said "yes" and even helped me I heard them argue about it once One of our favorite positions involved a narrow padded armchair She said "no" but after I pressed her and tickled her sides a little, just to get her laughing , she didn't object when I started to tickle her through her panties, which were slightly damp Then my mother kissed me awkwardly and went to her own bed, which was odd I held her as best I could and continued tickling her, just fluttering my fingertips across the strip of fabric that covered her sex More than once I heard her fiercely say "I don't care what they say Being out in the sun, watching the tree branches sway in the wind and having your mom sucking your dick is something else! Mom's 54 and re-married now I gave them lots of attention before moving on to her pussy I fucked my mother or had sex in every room in the house: While she held on to the sink, the basement stairs, both our bedrooms, the shower She came violently, rocking her butt back and forth I remember her wearing a tan colored skirt and white panties Dad would get up early and unlock the church office at 8, but mom liked to get up later, or drink coffee in bed She came quickly, tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from my fingers and came again with a gasp, then pushed herself up on all fours and wiggled her butt while I did my best to continue with aching fingers " She said neither was not having sex We were way out in the country and had spread a blanket During one particular "tickle war" I switched from tickling my mother's inner thighs to tickling her panty crotch If Dad worked late, she would crawl in with me More than once I slipped my hand into her panties, but it never seemed to tickle her that much, so I would move on to other parts of her body Thinking back, she must have closed her legs if my hands strayed too far, because I never touched her intimately Fewer orgasms resulted, but it was still good When I fumbled around with novice fingers, she helped me with a technique It was never sexual when she touched me, but I found my penis getting hard when I tickled her during these sessions Dad didn't appreciate mom sleeping with me, but she didn't stop That's what it came down to, I guess By the time I was 8 or 9, mama would spend the night in my bed sometimes To help, I slipped my left hand inside her hanging blouse to pinch her nipples through her bra Dad and I have a pretty good relationship, too, but I had to leave home to appreciate him a little more I heard her moan and gasp and she stiffened her body, then went limp I would scoot into their bedroom as soon as dad left and crawl in bed next to mom Take your pick Her laughter continued, but it was different, and she struggled to get away from me She didn't sleep with me for weeks Her round, pale cheeks were a delight to massage I DID know something was different I enjoyed making her squirm and laugh hysterically Mom and I see each other a couple times a year, but don't always fuck She was a doll, too: slim body with a 34 "C" bust There was something intriguing about her pubic hair, though, and I started to slip my hands inside mother's panties more often to investigate I guess she just liked touching me She had married a young Midwest minister in hopes that his righteousness (and God's) could help her overcome some problems, but it didn't turn out that way So she stayed home as much as possible The "P's" she called it: perfection, propriety and primness I lifted her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees I sensed I had crossed a line when I tickled my mother's crotch She was fun and always had time for me The only problem was, we had to be careful about birth control Mom later said that she and dad never had much in common, anyway, plus she rebelled against the pressures put on a minister's wife Not mine Inevitably, I wanted more From an early age, I always had the fondest memories of my mother Mom was ticklish in all the usual spots, but my hands would stray all over her body as I tried to find new ones All I remember is teasing mom's pussy with my thumb while I rubbed her clitoris with my index finger and middle finger of my right hand Warm weather or cold, though, I was always welcomed when I innocently snuggled up next to her I didn't know it at the time, but she had an orgasm When we were through, I asked mama if I could give her another orgasm I don't know if Dad knew, but I have to think he suspected something, because we carried on like lovers Or, I entered her with my dick Just cradle her clit with one finger on either side vibrate your fingers With me Some mothers may have regrets about getting sexually involved with their sons |
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