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Massaging Mom

(Part 1 from 1)

My name is Josh, and i'm 15 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 thatWhen I was in high school, my dad was working evenings, so if
I 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.

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