my first fuck_(1)

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!