Me and my Mother, a long held dream come true.

When I was a child, probably no older than 5 or 6, my parents both used to walk through the house in the nude. Usually on their way back from the shower or the bath, and if I happened to be sitting in the hall they wouldn’t think anything of walking right past me. My mum’s body always amazed me, as women’s bodies do at that age. Those images of my mum’s wet naked body stay with me to this very day.

I’m 22 now, and my mum has just turned 56. In my opinion she still looks fantastic for her age, she’s curvy, about 5’3, with big natural breasts and a short cropped haircut. I’ve always preferred my mum with shorter hair, as it shows off her feminine face all the more. As I entered my teens, I was very aware of the fact that I wanted to have sex with my mum. She’s a very easy going woman, with a great sense of humour and a dirty mind, as has been proven by some jokes she used to make when she thought I couldn’t hear.

When I was 15 I found a small envelope in the bottom of my mum’s dresser, as they were away I decided to open it and have a look inside. To my shock, it was full of pictures of my mum naked. Some were of her posing outside, and these ones were quite artistic. Others were far more pornographic, like ones of her with her legs spread and a huge dildo buried deep in her hairy pussy. There were also a few of her sucking my dad’s cock, I was happy to see that he wasn’t any bigger than me, in fact, our cocks were very similar.

This instance happened a few more times over the years. I found disks full of pictures taken on holiday, or flash drives with ones of her tied up in the loft. There were even pictures of her and a friend of my parents fucking. All these did, was stimulate my desire to fuck my mum even more, and I tried several times to hint to her that I wanted to do it. These never worked through my teens, and eventually I had to move away to university, although my desire for my sexy, slutty mum never deteriorated.

Years passed and eventually at the age I am now, I moved back in with my parents having graduated. It was such a thrill to finally be under the same roof as my mum again, and I started plotting once again to convey my feelings to her.

It all started to go right a weekend my dad had to go away for a conference in Wales, and me and my mum would have the house to ourselves for five days. On the Friday morning my dad left, and my mum went to work as she did every day. I waited for an hour or so and then went into her bedroom, I knew where she would always keep certain things, she had a vibrator and a dildo in her underwear drawer, which I took the time to examine, my cock stiffening as I did so. I checked the dresser, where the old pictures of her used to be, and was disappointed to see that they had been moved. I kept searching every room in the house, but couldn’t find them. I was about to give up when I realised I hadn’t checked the attic, so I hastily pulled down the ladder and climbed up.

In my dad’s little office in the converted loft I started rummaging through his drawers, I came across some porn magazines from the 80s and a few more modern ones. Then, in his bottom drawer, buried underneath a mountain of paperwork I found an envelope. My desire couldn’t contain itself, and I opened it hastily, spilling about 30 pictures of my mum onto the floor. I got down on my knees and started going through them, eventually unable to hold it in any longer, I pulled out my hard cock and wanked right there, eventually cumming over a picture of my mum spread-eagle on a bedpost.
I cleared up as quickly as I could, wiping the cum off of the pictures and hoping it wasn’t noticeable.