First time with mom x

The night I first fucked my mother was undoubtedly the happiest time in my life, although it has been nearly equaled many times since in our torrid love life. It happened in her father’s house way back in the hills of Kentucky. We got word that my grandfather was in very poor health, and Mom wanted to go see him right away. Since it was early in the week, Dad couldn’t get off work, and my brother and sister and I were in school, but Mom didn’t want to travel alone, so she asked me, the oldest child still at home, to go along with her on this overnight visit. Grandpa lived so far back in the country on a very rough mountain road, barely passable for regular cars. Well, to get to the heart of the story, that night we discovered that Mom’s stepmother was putting the two of us into the same bedroom. There was a cornshuck mattress on the floor for me to sleep on. It didn’t look too comfortable, but I was young and it would be no problem for me. However, Mom didn’t like the idea. “There might even be mice that would run over you,” she said. “You might as well sleep in the bed with me.” I didn’t argue too much about that at all. For years I had been lusting for Mom’s luscious big body, and had shed many a spurt of cum fantasizing about what I would like to do to her. Mom blew out the kerosene lamp, and I could dimly see her getting into her cotton nightgown. I took off all my clothes except my shorts, and we got into bed. For a while we lay silently. Then Mom said, “I’m glad I brought you along. I’m feeling pretty blue about Dad, and I’d really like to have somebody hold me.” She backed over to me as she said this, and I put my arm over her. She snuggled up close against me, her big soft ass pressing right against my cock, which was already hard. I tried to draw back so she wouldn’t notice, but she moved right with me. She put her hand over mine and squeezed it. “That’s better. It feels really good to be lying close to you, honey.” “Yeah, Mom, it feels good to me too.” She sort of laughed and said, “I could tell that.” After a few moments of silence, while my cock was twitching uncontrollably in the crack of her nightie-covered ass, she said softly, “It’s sort of flattering that my teen-aged son could be aroused by his old fat mother.” “You’re not old and you’re not fat,” I said, giving her a firm hug. “I think you’re beautiful.” She actually was 43 and somewhat overweight, but her curves were very well proportioned, just the way I like women. “Why, thank you, honey! I really appreciate that.” She put her hand back on my thigh and pulled me even closer to her delightful derriere. After a while she said, “I’m afraid you’re not going to get much rest all worked up like that.” “Who needs rest?” I happily remarked. She started running her hand up and down my bare leg. In response I rubbed her bare arm and squeezed her fingers. Our caresses, though relatively innocent at this point, felt very very sensual. Mom kept just slightly moving her hips against my cock from time to time. “Would it help if I let you feel my breasts?” Mom asked, and she started unbuttoning the top of her nightdress. “Wow!