Tousling my hair she sat on my lap, long legs on each side, and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was difficult to be this close, not being used to it. Mom was reaching towards her bra, and this made me really nervous, which she of course noticed, and said: “Don’t worry, honey. Nothing here you haven’t already seen.” Smiling, my mother reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. Her breasts were very different from the girls I lusted after (not that I’d seen them naked), as they bouncily fell away from the lacy fabric. They were large and heavy, hanging low and sagging, with large aureolas and nipples; they certainly held my attention very well despite this. Mom took my hand and pressed it on the left one; it was soft and… nice.
“Go on, get a good feel of them” she said, her hand on my shoulder. I did, pushing their large soft forms together, held them from underneath, feeling my mother’s breasts’ weight and shape.
“Touch the nipples, try to make them react to your fingers, like this” she said, and showed how it grew all perky when she rubbed with her fingers, and I tried it too.
I noticed I was getting hard, and tried to not let mom notice it. Mom of course noticed it. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s completely natural.” she smiled, and kissed me again, this time pressing her breasts tightly against me.
“I can ride you on top if you want to,” she said nonchalantly, “But I think it might be better if you did it yourself, so you’ll get used to it, or what do you think,” she asked with a questioning look.
“I… ah – um -er – all right,” I blurted.
“Good boy,” mom smiled and got up. I watched and sweated cold as my mother slid her fingers under the waistline of her panties started slowly taking them off, my gaze nervously alternated from her face and the adorable view that was being revealed.
“It’s so pretty,” I sighed instinctively at the sight of the cute brown fuzz between my mother’s thighs.
Mom smiled and took my hand, and saying: “Come on,” lead me to bed.
Mom laid on the bed, her auburn curls spreading on the pillow. Her legs were modestly turned to the side at first, and she asked with a caring look in her eyes: “Ready?”.
“Um- I think…” I said, and mom opened her legs wide, and I bit my lip. There it was. My own mother’s pussy. It’s not something you think you’d see, but it was… beautiful, and I wanted so much right now to know how it felt.
Mom could sense this, and said with an encouraging smile: “Do it now, sweetie pie, will you?” she whispered.
The fuzzy hairs tickled a bit, and then I slowly slid into the vagina. “All the way, baby” mom said, touching my arm. I moved my hips, and it wasn’t hard at all; at least not with mom.
“It’s so warm,” I sighed as I finally felt my balls touch mom, and my whole length was in her. I could feel every little movement mom made, familiar from the time I was born, and noticed I had instinctively started thrusting my hips along with these movements I knew so well. It was easy, exactly because of that; I knew that with a girl in this situation I would have been scared out of my wits, with mom it was all just natural instincts and feelings.