1. 47 Don`t call me Mum


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Sex Humor, Author: alibodge, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    now I was a little shocked the my mother would teach French in her night clothes and that after all these years that I was face to face with this long lost lady, so my voice wavered as I answered “father” meaning her father of course. She brightened and asked “was I a virgin then?” Taken a bit aback I proudly told her with a blush that “I was!” Though I could see no real connection; with my estranged lifestyle, my adoption, my father or even the French language. “Who is your father then?” she said. Now that was something I had been itching to ask her, so I said well of anyone she should know. I am not sure if she really understood, but she brightened up a little said “oh him I `spose you are here for lessons” then without more ado she took my hand led me to the bed and started to strip off her dressing gown. Now I had not known the lady for long, and it all seemed a bit forward to me, so I began to protest but she put her finger to my lip, and told me to hush and to get my clothes off. Again I began to protest but she took it as a sign of shyness and kissed me deep and loving, I took it as a kiss as only a mother could; I had been kissed before but only by foster parents and carers, no doubt to quieten me and never as passionately as this. She took my hand and placed it on her breast still clad in its covering of nightgown, I thought as a symbol of her wish to be close to me, so I as a dutiful son returned the kiss thinking things were going well and she would soon be able to ...
    talk properly again as soon as this first rush of emotion wore off as it was rendering her speechless. She pointed at me and said the single word “clothes”. oh I thought she`s so choked up emotionally, she wants to see what a fine figure of a lad I had grown into. So to please her I removed everything even my shoes and socks then stood so proudly so she could see my now naked body. Strangely she was not overly impressed telling me “she was all mine and to carefully check her out!” while stripping off her night gown and throwing herself on the bed. I didn’t really did not understand, no-one had ever greeted me like this before, I know she was my mother and had had a shock after all these years but, this was a little strange even for a woman in shock. Well not wishing to upset things, I clambered up on that big soft bed and lay beside her, she lay impassive, and not knowing what to do I just did nothing. Her hand, led mine to her womany bits, she was not like me and I had seen lady`s before in Freddy the gardeners books hid in his shed in the orphanage garden, so I let my fingers explore. They returned damp and smelling like fish-paste, which seemed a little curious to me, so I sniffed again then tasted the damp pinkies to check that it was not something on my hands as I had not washed for a while. Mother now checked her watch, muttered for me to get on with the job and placed my fishy hand back onto her breast, I could feel a little nub swelling under my palm and thought that ...
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