I get my mom_(0)

My name is Josh, and i'm 18 and heres my story about my first fuck with mom.

I must confess that I have always fantasized about my mother.

Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more overt than

normal, I think. She generally has always stayed in great shape

by running and exercising, and has a great body naturally. I

would often see her come home from exercising, wearing short

shorts and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and

frequently had masturbation fantasies about her. My wife looks

very much like my mother did when she was younger, and I often

pretend to myself that When I was in high school, my dad was

working evenings, so if didn't go out, we were generally the only

ones at home. This was no big deal, as most afternoons I had

basketball practice, and

was out most evenings, either at my part-time job at a grocery

store, or partying with friends.

Once, when I came home from school, she was in the back yard,

sunning herself. She didn't hear me approach, and I stood and

watched her for a long time. She was wearing a white bikini, and

had pulled the back up into the cheeks of her ass to eliminate as

much tan line as possible. From behind her, I could see wisps of

pubic hair out the side of the suit, gliding up to her round ass.

The straps of the bikini top were untied, as she was facing down,

and appeared to be asleep. She stirred as I approached her from

the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and sides of her

large, round breasts.

"Oh, Josh," she said, "I didn't know that you were home

already." Appearing a little embarrassed, she tied her top

securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still

hung out of the bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and

headed toward the back door. "I have dinner in the oven," she

explained, "so I thought I might take in some sun." In her haste

to cover her top half, she had neglected to pull the bottoms out

of her ass, so I couldn't help but stare as it swayed back and

forth with each slow step that she took in front of me. I

realized that I had a raging hard-on, and took care to keep her

from noticing.

When we got into the house, she excused herself to change out

of her bikini, while I went to my room to put away my books. As I

passed the master bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed

that the door was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, I

could see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly. As

she took the top off, she paused, fondling her breasts. Her

delicate hands cupped them, and pressed them together. She then

brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several

times before pinching each nipple, one at a time. I saw her mouth

form an "Oh!" as she continued to massage them.

Slowly, her hands glided down over her flat stomach,

massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the remnants

of suntan oil that was still on her body. As her left hand

remained on her stomach, her right continued into her swim suit

bottom, to her pussy. I could see that she had made contact with

her cunt, as she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and

then pinched her eyes closed. She continued to massage her pussy

beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the

bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her

thighs. Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the light

entering her window. Well covered with a silky brown bush, it was

parted far enough to reveal a plump set of lips, covered with her

juices. As she finished removing her suit, she slid up on to the

bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her knees and bringing

her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to allow

her fingers ready access to her cunt. She very delicately

caressed the area around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her

fiery lips with her fingers, and shuddering each time that she

did. Gradually moving toward the center of her cunt, she expertly

spread her cuntal lips, massaging them up and down with her first

and third fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the second finger to

caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lust, as

she emitted a throaty moan.

Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to get

her sun tan oil, and, in the process, moved out of my line of

sight. Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the

details around her, I opened the door a little bit further, so

that I would be able to see the entire room. The squeak that the

door made caught her attention briefly, as she looked up blankly,

but didn't seem to see me. Going back to her oil, she popped the

top of it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to

torso, and began to massage it in. Her entire body now glistened

before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her entire body with

oil. Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached back

between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt,

grazing her anus with another. After massaging both holes for

some time, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while

simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt. Her oil-covered tits

swayed, as she maintained her balance with her left hand on the

headboard while her right had its way with her. She moaned

excitedly as her rhythm increased gradually along with her

intensity. Her hand was now rubbing her pussy violently, as her

hips bucked in time with her fingers. Her huge breasts were now

bouncing violently as her body rocked up and down, back and forth.

Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning more frequent and loud.

I'm sure that I could have entered the room unnoticed at this

time, but I didn't. I continued to watch her until she slumped,

motionless to the bed, and left for the living room to turn on the

television, so that I could pretend that I had been watching it

the whole time.

After a few minutes, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling

pans, getting ready for dinner. She called me in shortly

thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat. mom was wearing a

t-shirt and shorts, and I couldn't help but think about how she

looked without them on. It wasn't until she got under the light

at the kitchen table that I could clearly see that she wasn't

wearing a bra. Her nipples showed clearly through in that light,

and I stared at them the entire time I helped her set the table.

Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we exchanged

the typical small-talk throughout. She asked about school and

work, and I provided the usual, boring answers. When she got up

from the table to get more milk, I noticed that the buttons on the

sides of her running shorts were unbuttoned all the way up,

revealing even more of her long, bronze, smooth legs as she

walked. When she bent over to reach into the refrigerator, she

seemed to purposefully bend at the waist, lifting the rear flap on

her shorts. She clearly was not wearing panties beneath these

shorts, and I could see the better part of her round, fleshy left

cheek. I was getting harder by the second, and it was difficult

to keep from staring at her body throughout the rest of the meal.

I helped her clean up the dishes, and my horniness subsided

for the time being. I went to my room to study for a while, and

had forgotten about the whole thing, for the time being, when she

knocked on my door. When she came in, I could see that she still

hadn't buttoned up the side of her shorts. When she sat down on

my bed and crossed her legs, I could see her lovely, tan leg all

the way to her hip, and she knew it.

"I'm tight from my work-out today," she began. "Would you

mind giving me a massage?" I could see where this was going, and

immediately got a raging hard-on just thinking about it. I told

her I wouldn't mind doing that for her, and approached her on the

bed. Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulders

through her t-shirt, eventually gliding one side down off of her

shoulder. Her skin was smooth and dark, with no tan line, due to

her sunbathing with her top down. As I massaged, she rolled her

head from side to side. "Mmmmmmmm...that feels great," she

purred, "just let me get this off, OK?". She reached down and

removed her t-shirt so that I could access both of her shoulders

and her back. Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from

working out. I rubbed her back, around her shoulder blades, and

she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I reached around her

sides, and, as she raised her arms slightly to allow me greater

access, reached around and began to massage the sides of her

breasts. "Oh, yessssss," she whispered, "that's very nice." Her

back began to arch as I cupped her breasts, much as I had see her

do only hours before. Her firm, ripe melons felt wonderful in my

hands, and her nipples grew harder and harder as I continued to

stroke them. She leaned back against me as I began to concentrate

on her nipples, lying her head back against my shoulders. Again,

simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her nipples,

lightly at first, and one at a time, gradually squeezing tighter

and simultaneously. Her back continued to arch against me as I

enslaved her tits, and I soon turned her around to face me, giving

her a deep, wet kiss, a kiss like I had never shared before. Her

mouth was white hot as our lips met. We began by just barely

touching our lips together, simultaneously teasing each others'

mouths. Her hot breath on my face had me near an internal nuclear

explosion, and she knew it. When our tongues met, they gently

encircled one another, each occasionally retreating to the sanctity

of its own mouth, only to return for more.

As I backed off momentarily to remove my shirt, I got full

view of her wonderful body. As she lay back on my bed, she slowly

spread her legs, affording me a glorious view of her beautiful

pussy. Though my cock was aching to enter that cavern of delight,

I could not help but go down for a better look, which was, of

course, exactly what she wanted. Her neatly trimmed brown bush

was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her shudder when

my warm breath met it. Though she was still wearing her shorts, I

was in no hurry to remove them. Sliding the crotch to the side, I

could feel that she was soaking wet with desire. I continued to

massage her upper thighs, gradually moving my hands up, around her

pussy, being very careful not to touch her lips. By this time,

her hands were wrapped around the bed posts, her eyes were

clenched shut, and her hips were bucking like the finest rodeo

bull. When my fingers finally reached her cuntal lips she began

to cry out in passion. "Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby! Please fuck me

hard!" I moved my face full into her awaiting box, sending my

tongue deep into her cave while sucking her clit for all it was

worth. I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips, repeatedly

driving my tongue in as deep as possible, and continued to suck

all of the nectar that I could get. Suddenly she began a

different motion: a shuddering vibration that was as violent as it

was wonderful. When her love juices came flooding out, they

covered the lower half of my face, and soaked what little dry area

her shorts had left. I then climbed back up to face her, and she

began to gratefully lick her cum off of my face.

After a few moments of recuperation, my mom was back in action.

She lifted up and removed her pants, while I, automatically,

removed mine. "Lie down," she nearly commanded. I quickly

obeyed. Slowly, she sat down, straddling my eager cock. Her hot

cunt felt like fire, as it gradually emersed all of me. Upon

swallowing my penis whole, she resumed her earlier hip action,

yanking my cock every which way in the process. As she bucked,

her fabulous, firm breasts swayed and bounced in time with her

hips. I could feel my blood pressure rise, as she lowered her

body to mine, and she instinctively knew that I was near orgasm,

as she again quickened the pace.

Riding at a violent pace now, she dug her fingers into my back, as

I continued to drive my cock deep within her. Our by now sweat-

soaked bodies slid against each other smoothly until I could hold

my cum no longer. Simultaneously, her legs quaked and shivered as

she let out another orgasmic scream. She continued to lay on top

of me, as we kissed and fondled each other, for the rest of the

night. We have shared similar sessions together since then, but I

will never forget the first night I spent with mom.