Me and Mum

Me and MumEver since my dad and mum divorced, I had grown closer to my mum. We spent a lot of time together, shopping, cooking, vacationing we were use to seeing eachother naked or walking around in our underwear. I guess I became the friend my dad never was to her. Mum taught me about the birds and the bees, and I found myself better prepared when I started puberty. But preparation could only do so much for me, at 13 I found myself becoming a man. I masturbated for the first time in my bedroom, fantasizing about a girl in my class at school, and was very surprised to find hot, sticky cream covering my hands and the blankets. I realized it was cum, remembering what my mother had taught me about my body. I rubbed it into my stomach and chest, not really understanding yet what had happened, but wanting more. I soon found myself in a jerk-off frenzy. Two, three, five, a day. I couldn't stop myself. Imagination wore out as a means to satisfy myself. I began to search through everything for stimulating pictures: the lingerie section of mums catalogs. I would have killed for a Fiesta or Escort magazine, but they were simply not to be gotten at the time, especially not in mum's house. Later that month, as I was rooting around in mum's wardrobe, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old pictures, mind you, but shots of her all dolled up in lingerie and laying on her bed in very seductive poses. Nothing slutty, and no nudity, just incredibly sexy shots of my mum. I wondered why mum still had the photos. My active imagination conjured up the idea that she had left them there for me to find. Maybe she was trying to show me more about women! In my hormone-saturated brain, I even had an idea that mum would teach me personally how lovemaking worked. I've got to let you know what my mum looks like before I go on. She's 5'10", with long brown hair. Her eyes are a light green. Her body shapes out to 38C-24-38 - she has an awesome arse, perfectly curved, and very mature and womanly. Her tits were something I couldn't take my eyes off when she was topless. I took those photos into the bathroom, my stroke-base of choice in the house. I peeled off my shorts and underwear, sat on the toilet lid, and proceeded to wank off with renewed intensity. I must have cum at least four times before I came out of the bathroom, and my cock throbbed for the rest of the day from the beating I gave it. Fortunately, mum didn't come home from work until a half-hour later, or else I would have had a tough time explaining all my time in the bathroom. But my infatuation with my mum had begun. That summer, I was in my bedroom, when I looked out the window and saw my mum and her best friend Bronwen sunbathing on the grass. Both were dolled up in little bikinis. Bronwen was plump, around her mid 40s, with a nice dark tan and dark hair like mum. But mum, in her dark red bikini, stole the show. Her tits were nearly bursting from her bikini top, and they shined with the tanning oil slathered all over them. My cock sprung to life and I stroked right there, on my bed, behind my curtains, peeking out with my free hand at the delicious female flesh in view. I spent most of the afternoon, wanking off over these two.I lost track of all the times I dreamed of fucking mum. I dreamed of fucking her even more than the girls at school, even some of my teachers at school. But through it all mum and I continued to grow in our relationship. I spent more time with her than my friends in my high school. But I was certain to never let her know my utter and total lust for her. We moved to another village after mum bought a really nice house - her new job paid through the nose for her talents. It was one night when the first event happened that changed my relationship with mum. It was pretty late, maybe 1:30 am, when I went into the kitchen to get a drink. I saw the light still on in mum's room. Sometimes she had problems sleeping at night, so she was probably reading. After I got my drink, I decided to check on her. Padding up to her room, I could hear the tv, which was turned down - she probably didn't want to wake me. But as I reached her door, I recognized the sounds - the cheezy soundtrack and grunts and moans of a porno vid. I first saw the tv, and sure enough, some stud was plowing a blonde doggy-style. That was shocking enough, but looking over at mum almost made me freak out completely. She was sitting back against her pillows, wearing a white T shirt, but her knickers were down at her ankles. I could hear and see a thin white vibrator in her right hand, and I watched dumb struck as she pressed it through her thick dark bush onto her clit, then down and through her wet pussy lips. I heard her moan softly then, and slightly arch her back, grinding her hips in a lazy circular motion. The light from the TV reflected off of the wet vibrator when she pulled it out of her hairy pussy. The electric thrill that went through me on seeing this scene was almost as powerful as the one that next shot through me when mum turned and saw me. Her mouth just stayed partially open, and I tried to stutter out some words, but nothing intelligent came out. So I turned and went back to my room, feeling the heat from my red face. I closed the door and crawled into bed, wanting to die. Mum saw me! I was a goner for sure. I knew that she'd have a cross word with me in the morning. I was so lost in my own thoughts of doom that I never noticed my mum open the door. I noticed when she turned on the light, though. I started and turned over. She was still wearing only the T shirt, which was just low enough to cover her hairy bush, tantalizing me with her thighs and hips, and her great smouth legs. "Mark," she started to say. "Mum, I'm sorry," I blurted, rolling over again. I still had an incredible hard boner, and it was showing through the blankets. I felt her hand on my shoulder, though, and she made me face her again. "You didn't do anything wrong, darling," she told me. "You just caught me at a bad time." She smiled slightly at this. "No, I really should have let you know I was coming. I'm really sorry." I couldn't have been any sorrier at that point, but the image of her masturbating wouldn't leave my mind. "Mark darling, it's okay. I'm a grown woman, and you..." she looked me up and down, "you're nearly a grown man, for certain now!. Does it shock you that I masturbate?" I couldn't believe she was having this conversation with me, but when I thought about it, it made sense. We were each other's best friend. And then the seeds of arousal sprouted in me, and I found myself letting go of some of my inhibitions. What would happen next, I had no idea, but I couldn't stop myself. "No, mum, it doesn't shock me. But what were you watching? And where did you get that vibrator?" All she said was, I will tell you all about it at the weekend.