BAKING WITH MOTHER

Baking With Mother.

On a late May bank Holiday Monday, when I was only thirteen years old, I helped my mother do some baking. Nine months earlier I had had my first truly proper sex session with my mother, it was under the disguise of a sex talk.

My mother is 36 years old and with a very fit body, as she runs and visits the local gym regular. From past experiences and sneaky looks at her underwear, as all young teenage boys do, I knew my mother was a size 10 and had 34c breasts.

This holiday Monday she was baking for her church group meeting on Wednesday afternoon, held at our house. She had made a list of cakes and biscuits she was planning on making. I offered to help and she accepted my offer.

My father, who was eight years older than my mother, was away playing a golf competition and would not be back home until after 10PM that night. This left me and mom to be together in the house, an unusual situation as very rarely do we spend any time together.

This Bank Holiday it was very humid and warm but not very sunny, so I wore football shorts and a tee shirt with trainers, mother wore a cropped vest top and a short cotton skirt with her trainers. She had no bra on; she never wears a bra in the house only for work. On several occasions I have seen her topless in just her panties wandering around the house.

As the morning progressed the small kitchen was getting warmer and with both of us working hard we were getting covered in sweat, the back door was open and so was the small window. With the oven on at high temperature and the stove in use the kitchen had become like hell, red hot.

Both of us decide to remove our tops to help us keep cool; as we continue to cook, I keep looking at my mother perfect 34 c bust and her nipples. On several occasions she moves past me and her nipples brush over my naked back, I on occasions when I squeeze past her in the small kitchen push my semi erect penis into her bum. This continues for a good spell of time and the sexual tension is rising, I become hard and her nipples get hard and stick out.

We have lunch and sit in the lounge having a glass of wine or two and some of the goodies we have just baked, as we eat the oven is on baking a cake and the stove is on boiling some water and stewing some apples, this means the kitchen is still very hot. After our lunch and a bottle of wine, we return to the hell hole and continue baking.

As we bake my mother tries to open a tub of cream but manages to spill it every where, especially over her self, as she reaches for a cloth jokingly I say let me lick it off, she then says go on and leans back on the counter waiting for me to lick the cream off her upper body. I start to lick it off her chest and as I continue I hear my mother‘s breath getting louder, she has her hands under her skirt and is rubbing her pussy. She begs me to suck her nipples and I obey, as I suck I see her hands hitch her skirt up and slide under her panties and she starts to frig herself in front of me, this makes me hard.