innocent

Hi I am 23 years old. I am going to tell you a story, which is 85% true and 15 % fictional. This is about the relation between my innocent mom and me. I live in a city, which is about 75 miles from the town where my mom lives alone. I won’t bore you with the details of how my lovely mother came to be visiting me. It was friday night when my cell phone rang, breaking my concentration for the time being. Seeing it was my moms cell phone number she was at railway station and want me to receive her. That call surprised me as my mom never came at my place since I started to live there. At last my sweet mom is at home. Suffice to say that she arrived prepared for an extended stay. Mom and I have always been close and have always been touchy feel and full of physical love for each other. I got hugged to school, hugs when she returned from work, hugs for getting good grades and basically got hugged for being me. Along with the hugs came kisses on the cheeks and pats on the back. The thing is – Mom’s innocent. It is necessary to tell you people little about my mom. To begin with, at forty-two, she had a figure that women at 22 years age would for. Her lovely boobs, Strawberry Blond hair barely reached her shoulders. Filled with boundless energy and a smile that would kill any one, she’s 5’5 ” tall. She does come from a traditional family and has very strict moral values. She dresses conservatively when she goes out but at home she like to wear what ever is comfortable, including very thin tee shirts in the hot summer through which her tits are practically visible and shorts. After coming home she had a quick bath and rush to kitchen and asked me to sit on chair and take control of everything in kitchen. I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the light entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body. When she bent over to get things from the fridge and cupboards and even when she served me food at the table, it seems like her boobs are trying to make exit from her thin tight tee shirt giving me a perfect view of her naked tits and ass. By the time she sat down on the chair next to mine to join me for dinner. From the way she was sitting the vest had risen up and I could see her crouch thinly covered by the thongs. No mother with an 23 year old son should dress like that in front of him that’s why I said mom’s innocent. Needless to say my hard on began to ache. Mom was incredible! I could hardly concentrate on food but had to maintain a sense of normality. Just then, the phone rings. so I had a window of opportunity to make my exit without revealing my tented underwear. After that I went into my room my dick was still rock hard, I slide my boxer to give way to my swinging dick. Mom is in kitchen finishing her uncompleted work. So I decided to use this time to my advantage and finish off the session I had started earlier. I sat on the bed and started to yank away. The picture of my mother in her transparent wide neck tight tee shirt came to mind. Only in my fantasy, the shirt was wet, very wet. Before long I was again at the verge of exploding with ecstasy when I heard mom shouting out that she had finished and wanted me to have some chat with her. The voice sounded as though it was nearing as she spoke. Realizing that I had to shut the door entirely, I sprang to my feet and apparently just in time, as mom entered. Quickly I managed to wrap a towel around my vest. I must have looked flushed but she didn’t say a word – again the innocence. She was a sigh. Now she was in white transparent lingerie barely covered her breasts and hardly came far down as her pussy. I realized my rod was tenting out of my towel and a false move would slip it into the open. Luckily she didn’t notice a thing and just wandered back into her room as I followed. As I followed her, I looked down and realized that my dick had indeed released itself and was poking out. With mom’s sexy ass swaying from side to side in just a thin lingerie three feet away and me behind with my dick out in the open I felt naughty and guilty. I tucked junior back and adjusted the towel so the slit was to the side. The tenting only grew as I followed her so I decided to quickly overtake her as we walked through the door and run to the shower. Once inside, all I wanted to do was to finish off beating my meat and get rid of this aching boner. I let the towel fall to the floor as I jumped into the bathroom. I started yanking my pennis within minutes I was ready to cum. As I looked around my surroundings a sudden realization set in. I was in my mom’s bathroom. Everyone knows that cum doesn’t easily wash away and I know that if I were to come in her tub which doubles as a shower, she’ll be bathing in it soon. A naughty thought crossed my mind that that might not be so bad. My mom swimming in my cum filled bath but my policy of drawing a line between fantasy and reality meant that I could not cum here right now. I contemplated the toilet bowl but knew that there would inevitably be a few spurts that flew towards the surrounding wall and ornaments. Hugely disappointed at my predicament, towelled myself and exited mom’s bathroom. Mom was not in her room but the clothes she had worn earlier today were piled on the floor. Again noting to myself that I can only fantasise about mom and never do anything to realise that dream, I slowly picked up her garments. As if by magic, her bra and thong fell out of her crumpled up shirt. Being a tit man, I felt the bra with my hands and my already hard dick awoke to a full attention again. Having heard my sound, Mom called out to me to choose my chocolate. Shocked by the noise, I dropped the clothes and ran out of her room and into mine. Minutes later I was dressed and just before going downstairs, went back to mom’s room and re-piled the clothes the way they were. When I reached downstairs, mom was in her lingerie – no bra and possibly no underwear. Mom had cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and was sitting at the dining table with chocolate menu. Our local ice cream parlor also has a selection of the latest videos. We ended up ordering two chocolate and some romantic flick for mom and an action one for me. The rest of the night was a usual Friday night for us with us watching one movie after the other and going to sleep at about midnight. Before turning in, while brushing my teeth in the family bathroom, I noticed that water was leaking from the shower tap into the crack in the base unit. I feared another pocket of water building up and decided to turn off the water supply to my bathroom and to be on the safe side, instructed mom that we didn’t use the family bathroom until we got a plumber or builder in. This of course meant that I had to use mom’s en-suite bathroom in the meanwhile. I was pretty tired by the time I got to bed so must have drifted straight off to sleep despite the hard on that was raging under the covers. When I woke up I also felt a desire to pee. Wearing just my boxers, I crept out of bed and made my way to mom’s room to use her bathroom. I slowly opened her bedroom door and saw her lying on her back in her bed. The light from the street lamp shone enough brightness for me to realize how truly beautiful she was. Reminding myself that she was my mom, I walked around her bed and made my way to the bathroom. My hard on took a while to go down before I could pee and the image of mom lying there in probably not much more than her thongs made it even more difficult. I then went back to my room and fell asleep but found it difficult to get rid of the image of mom on that bed. The fact is, I forced myself not to look because I had set myself boundaries but just the thought of what she could have been wearing and how she probably looked in them made my cock hard. The following morning I woke up with a huge hard on and decided that I needed to get rid of this thing or else it will stay like this for the whole day. Even tough mom usually respected my privacy; she has been known to enter my room without knocking. For both our modesties sake, I decided not to beat off just yet and hoped to get some time to do it when she goes shopping or something. It must have been about 9am – still early for a Saturday but I though I better get up and get the bathroom sorted. I walked downstairs and realised that Mom hadn’t woken up as yet. I needed to pee and so made my way to mom’s bathroom. She was still sleeping deeply and I could see she was wearing my old vest that struggled to contain her tits, especially after a night of turning. Worried she’d catch me staring; I quickly proceeded to make my way to the bathroom. Struggling to pee because of the hard on that had by now formed, I tried to think about nonsexual things. On many occasions, I have made Mom breakfast and if she still isn’t up by the time I finish, I normally take it to her in bed. Deciding that I will reward Mom, I crept out of the bathroom and mom’s bedroom and made my way to the kitchen. I proceeded to go about beating the eggs, frying bacon, sausages, mushrooms and toasts for the usual Saturday morning big breakfast. Worried about the raging hard on, I was both hoping to get a glimpse of mom in her sexy nightwear in bed and hoping that I she’d wake up and come downstairs so that it won’t be that hard on my dick. I finished cooking breakfast about 9.30am and still no sign of mom so I decided to take it up to her. I squeezed some oranges and added a white rose from the bouquet of flowers that was in the living room to the breakfast tray. As I opened Mom’s room door, she had heard the noise and started to stir. Her face lit up as she saw me walking in with the tray wearing my boxer shorts and loosely covered by a terrycloth robe. Mom stretched and yawned and momentarily almost letting one of her boobs slip out of the vest. She was still in the duvet that covered her from the waist down. She patted the space next to her on the queen size bed motioning for me to join her. I placed the tray in her laps and walked around the bed to slip my self into the duvet. As I lifted the covers I realised that she must have been naked underneath that vest because it was riding quite high and I couldn’t see a panty line or any hint of underwear. Mom started on her breakfast, occasionally feeding me a piece of something on the tray as I enjoyed the view of those magnificent globes from my vantage point. I could nearly see right through to her light brown nipples from the way she was bending and feeding the both of us. My day old hard on was back to haunt me. I could see and feel it tenting the duvet as I tried to divert Mom’s attention to the breakfast tray. The as Mom was gulping down the last drops of orange juice I noticed her eyes subconsciously drawing to the tent that was now clearly visible. As a reflex action to divert mom, I tipped the glass over her mouth and spilling a little on her and the duvet. Mom immediately thinking it was a play fight, threw what little liquid was left on me. Having successfully diverted attention from my dick, I reached for the breadcrumbs still left over on her plate and throw that on her. As I waited nervously for her reaction, she calmly put the tray down and they within a flash jumped on me. She had caught me by surprise and in the process managed to pin me down. I was now directly under mom with her supporting herself on her knees and thus not touching my tenting pole that was straining to be contained within my boxers. She lay on top of me with my hands pined to my sides and her tits dangling loosely in front of my devouring eyes. I quickly moved to release her grip on my wrist and diving straight for her armpits. Even in all the commotion I was surprised to find how smooth and soft a woman’s under arms really are. She screeched and closed her arms around my tickling fingers under her arms. In the struggle, she lost all balance and fell right on my boxer covered hard on. I could feel her smooth skin my thighs and knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. My pulsating dick touched her womanhood and I really don’t think she realised because there was no look of surprise from her at all – just playfulness. I controlled her body on top of mine, inadvertently enjoying the feel her ass on my dick, thinly covered by my boxers. When the tickling became too much for her, she collapsed uncontrollably on my body and in doing so moved my boxer shorts down just enough to release the head of the monster within. So there she was lying on my body, exhausted with her vest riding high enough for me to feel her cunt around my left leg and the head of my dick on her stomach. My hands were still wedged between her armpits. She looked up at me and then said something about me winning and pleaded with me to let her go. Just as I was about to release her, she attempted to tickle me. It was not my turn to move uncontrollably as I tried to resume my tickling position on her. We moved around a lot. At some point, my dick popped out and as mom was back on her knees supporting her weight. I feared the worst and tried to escape but mom surprised me with her strength. She pinned me down but not before placing all her weight on my hips. I could feel the raging hard on and was even more surprised to find mom completely oblivious to it and just concentrating on the fight at hand. She slid about trying to keep me down and at one point it happened. I felt mom’s pussy. It felt wet and inviting. In all the moving and her attempts to put more weight on me, she had parted legs wide and my dick was right at the entrance if not through the outer lips. I was beyond control and not having released all this pent up frustration in such a long time, I fought her into position and gently slid her along the length of my shaft. She was wet! I could feel my precum and her juices. I released my hands from her and grabbed her ass and pushed her on to my awaiting dick. She grasped and then looked at me sternly. I wimped out and pretended not to know what was going on and replaced my hands from her ass back to her armpits and stomach to show that I was still playing tickle. But there was no denying that my huge dick was deep inside mom. She must have thought it was a mistake and not wanting to scare me, continued to play fight and tickle me. But this time it was a lot more gently. We moved slightly to tickle, not using any of our strength at all just moving enough to stimulate what was going on down there. Not more than a minute of this and I could feel myself getting ready to climax. I figured that if I came in her, then this whole incident would have been innocent and would look like I was the innocent one who was not oblivious to it but also didn’t feel a thing. She the jumped on me a little, pretending that I had ticked her and made her jump. That did it and I erupted in her. She must have felt something strange inside because soon after, even she started to shudder. We continued to feel each other up in the pretence it was tickling while we came together. After what must have been about a minute, I regained normal consciousness and realised the implications of what had happened. I had fucked my mom on her bed and come deep in her and she had willing participated but neither of us wanted to face reality so we blamed it on a stupid tickling fight. Exhausted, mom returned to my chest with my dick still buried deep in her. I could feel the cum oozing out of her tight pussy as the size of my dick shrunk. I contemplated acting maturely and removing my dick from her in an obvious manner and taking to her about it. On the other hand, leaving it like this and playfully removing my dick while ticking her would keep the innocence. Both mom and me could not sleep. When I am in the bathroom, mom got up to see if I was alright. “Ishy, are you alright with what happened tonight? ” I said, “Yes, mom, I know it was wrong, but I really liked it. ” “OK, son, if you liked it that much, maybe we’ll do it again sometime. ” Mom replied without any hesitation. Mom gave me a good night kiss and said, “Go to sleep, there will be many more nights for us. ” “