For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. I do all the hard chores for her. I can't even remember my Father, but I can still clearly remember the first time I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. She was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, with her dress up around her waist. There was no pubic hair visible. I found out much later that she had always shaved.

I didn't make a noise, I just stood there staring at my Mother there like any healthy pubescent fourteen year old boy would do, when he was spying on any grown woman, Mother or not. Mum, was and still is a very beautiful woman. She is a better mate than any of my friends. I can say or do almost anything to her.

It all started when I was in bed playing with my erect cock under the blankets, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my cock. I wasn't quite quick enough in stopping. "You, shouldn't have to do that, son," She said, "We should be living closer to town, then you'd have other friends around you."

"Oh! It's alright, Mum," I said, "I can get by out here and besides I like it here."

I have always loved my Mother, very dearly and I'd do anything for her, if she asked me. I had stolen a pair of her sheer knickers, that I kept hidden in my room. I quite often either wore them or wrapped them around my cock when I was jacking off. Fantasising about her being naked under me. Mum didn't know about my fantasies and I wasn't about to tell her about them, either.

Mum, had started to lavish small loving duties onto me, just after I turned fourteen and she had found out that I was getting erections. She didn't know how well developed my cock and balls were. Whenever I jacked off I always stopped just short of ejaculation, so I didn't know what coming was like. Mum started coming into my bedroom more often and her clothing began to get more skimpy every time. Then one morning when she came in. I could tell that she didn't have much on under her housecoat, I couldn't see any thing. These visits became more frequent, but they never really came to anything either.

Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I couldn't very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often; I soon noticed that she was sitting more carelessly when she was wearing shorts; that she bent over more often when she was near me to pick up things, revealing a lot of ass from the rear view or a view of her tits down her blouse from the front. They were all just the little things, but they added up to the fact that I was seeing a lot more of Mum than I should have been seeing. I was certainly enjoying it.

One day Mum was wearing a short golf skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Sunday newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The paper was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short skirt went way up over her thighs, even revealing the twin crescents of her white panties. I leaned forward to get a better view of her full round thighs and her sexy ass. She took an awfully long time picking up the various parts of the paper, much longer um started wearing than necessary. Then suddenly I looked beyond her and saw the reflection in the full length on the closet door that she was watching me. She quickly glanced away, but in that brief moment I realised that Mum was bending over for my benefit, she was watching my reaction.

I was bowled over! Now all those little temptations slid into place. I was convinced that Mum was deliberately leading me on, enticing with all those little glimpses of her goodies. It too good to be true, but I was almost certain. But what should I do?

Was Mum going to do more than just tempt? Was she just a "cock-teaser?" If I responded too boldly, what would happen? The next week was a cat-and-mouse game, with the two of us taking turns at both parts. She kept up the pattern of revealing her charms. I started staring a little more openly, daring to let her see me looking. I started holding her longer on the hugs, kissing longer, and pulling her body against me tighter so that she couldn't help feeling my hard cock against her belly. started praising her more. She, too, would seem bolder, but then would retreat into that sacrosanct of mummy-hood. I would get more daring and then pull back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. It was Saturday morning, a very warm day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a pair of shorts. Mum had the same golf skirt on and was bringing more bacon and eggs to put on my plate. She stood right beside me, almost touching me, much closer than she needed to be. Without really thinking, just reacting, I reached out and ran my hand up her inner thigh from her knee to near her crotch and then down again, lightly caressing the smooth, soft skin of her shapely leg.

Mum stood stock still. Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of heat surge through me. But I just kept on moving my hand up and down that gorgeous leg, feeling the firm fullness of her beautifully tapered thigh. Mum still didn't move. Time seemed to stretch out to eternity. I started to fondle the thigh more, squeezing the soft flesh. Then finally Mum seemed to relax and I heard a deep sigh. It was as if she were letting go, sort of letting down the barriers. She put her arm around my neck and said, "Oooooh, that feels oh! Ahhh! so good, honey." She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my head against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that magnificent bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow! My fingers encountered nothing but curly hair and soft damp flesh - no panties! I soon had both hands up there, one petting that hot hairy pussy, the other exploring the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass. Mum spread her legs farther apart and again murmured, "Oooooh! That feels so fucking good, so good, honey!"