("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
               _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
              ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
            K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
 	   _________________________________________
                            WARNING!
	   This text file contains sexually explicit
	   material. If you do not wish to read this
	   type of literature, or you are under age,
	   PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
 	   _________________________________________




		   Scroll down to view text


















-------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please
do not remove the author information nor make any 
changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you 
for your consideration.
-------------------------------------------------------

Growing Up With Mummy - 1
by Mark (marksthldn@gmail.com)

***

An intro to a few experiences shared with my Mum over 
the years. More to follow hopefully. (F/m, ped, inc, 
exh)

***

PART 1

My fascination with my Mum started when I was at the age 
where most young boys start to discover their sexual 
side. I had done some stuff beforehand with my cousin 
but never really linked it to anything sexual.

From as far back as I can remember my Mum never had a 
problem walking around the house naked, especially in 
the mornings or right before bed, but occasionally she 
would spend the day with just a pair of panties on or 
just a bra. She also wore a particular t-shirt that used 
to drive me wild with naughty thoughts. It was quite an 
old white t-shirt, she customised it by cutting away the 
neckline and cutting off the sleeves, she used to wear 
it to bed. 

To this day I have no idea why she did that but whenever 
she wore it her boobs would bounce around underneath the 
soft cloth, she cut a V neck into it which was far too 
low and the length of it barely covered her belly 
button. On the days she wore this t-shirt I remember 
always paying her more attention than normal!

My Mum loved me so much (she died a long time ago 
sadly). I would be allowed to suckle on her whenever I 
wanted, and I’m not just talking about when I was a baby 
and needed to nurse, I mean I could come up to her at 
any time, lift whatever clothing she was wearing (or 
none at all) and take her nipples into my mouth, she 
never tried to stop me, this went on way into my 
twenties, not once would she say anything or tell me to 
stop, she would just stand, lie or sit there with a 
smile on her face until I had finished. 

As I got older the attention I paid her nipples got more 
and more frequent, she never seemed to mind. I would 
take both boobs in my hands and squeeze them, massaging 
them, kissing them all over, flicking her nipples with 
the tip of my tongue, licking around her areolas, I 
would do things to her that went way beyond just 
suckling and I would do these things for up to an hour 
sometimes. 

When she took her baths she never closed the door, I 
would always walk in and sit on the stool next to the 
bath and chat to her, she lay there with her large boobs 
sagging either side of her chest, her dark brown nipples 
(she was Indian) always looked hard and her pussy mound 
was always kept short and stubbly but never bare and 
smooth. 

To this day it is how I prefer a pussy to look like. I 
was often asked to soap her back and would always use it 
as an opportunity to touch her all over, I always joked 
that when I had finished her back it was time to do her 
front, and every single time she would move her arms out 
of the way to allow me to do it. Yet again I am not just 
talking about when I was a child, I think the last time 
I had my hands all over her naked body I must have been 
26 or 27.

Needless to say whenever one of these incidents would 
happen, which were often, I would run up to my room and 
masturbate myself, I would always have the most intense 
orgasm. The feelings I got from those orgasms never 
lessened, in fact they grew stronger as each year went 
on.

There were a number of standout moments throughout the 
years, where we took things a bit further than we 
normally would, I will talk about two of those times 
that are still so vivid in my mind.

The first happened on my 19th birthday, it was a few 
days beforehand and my Mum asked me what I wanted as a 
present. She never had much money and I didn’t really 
want anything anyway, so I thought about it and told her 
that I only want one thing from her. She said if she 
could she would get it for me. I asked her to wear her 
special t-shirt and nothing else, she knew which one I 
meant because I always commented on it. 

I asked if she could wake me up in the morning wearing 
it, that she should spend the day in just that, cook in 
it and do other things in it like hoovering and dusting. 
My birthday happened to be on a Saturday that year and I 
knew that was house cleaning day. She smiled, told me I 
was naughty and said she will think about it. She never 
mentioned it between then and my actual birthday so I 
thought it probably wasn’t going to happen.

The morning of my 19th I heard my Mum walk past my 
bedroom door and go straight downstairs so I figured 
there was no way I was going to get my present. I must 
have fallen back asleep because the next thing I knew I 
felt an arm on my shoulder gently shaking me to wake me 
up. I will never forget the view that met me as I opened 
my eyes, the plunging neckline on my favourite t-shirt 
was exposing the tops of both her nipples as she bent 
over me and placed a kiss on my forehead, she whispered 
happy birthday to me then stood up. I was instantly 
hard! 

I looked up and my face was just inches from her freshly 
shaved stubbly vagina. I took in the view before me, her 
tummy had a paunch which overhung her mons just a 
little, then just below her belly button the t-shirt 
started. Her nipples were hard, and I mean really hard! 
I had never seen them stick out as much as they were 
then. And the self made neckline of the t-shirt was 
exposing her most of her beautiful cleavage. 

Apparently she went downstairs to make me a tea which 
was on my bedside table, I told her I didn’t think she 
was going to do it and she asked if it was what I 
wanted, my answer was obvious, I reached up underneath 
the shirt and started to play with one of her boobs. 
With my free hand I lifted the duvet off me and told her 
to get in, she did. 

She got in very slowly, as she lifted her left leg to 
get in her pussy was exposed in all its glory (and let 
me tell you it was absolutely glorious!!).. I had never 
seen it so close up until that day, I remember every 
fold of it and the musky but sensual smell of a woman’s 
most private area. Normally when she was standing you 
couldn’t really see much of her pussy, it was quite a 
neat slit below the stubbly triangle but as she stepped 
into my bed that morning it opened like a bright pink 
flower for me, both lips parted and I remember seeing 
her juices holding on to each lip as they were pulled 
apart by her movements, she had a large, tender looking 
clitoris and was clearly turned on herself. However 
brief that moment was it has affected my life in such a 
deep way ever since, that view is fresher in my mind's 
eye as anything that has happened since. 

She lay beside me facing me, she was on her right side 
and her left boob had completely fallen out the t-shirt 
(another reason it was my favourite item of clothing!). 
I leaned in and suckled her for what felt like hours. I 
was so hard and my cock was leaking all over my boxers, 
I remember taking it out and wanting to touch her with 
it. My mind was so full of sexual thoughts and 
contentment from having her lying next to me half naked 
that I just did it. I moved my lower half towards her 
until the tip of my cock was poking her thigh. 

I remember her exact words… “You shouldn’t be poking 
Mummy with that should you?” but the way she said it was 
playful and how she reacted encouraged me to push 
further, she opened her legs slightly and my cock slid 
over her thigh, then she closed them. Because I was 
suckling on her at the time my cock was about half way 
up her thighs but I didn’t want to take her boob from my 
mouth, and both my hands were now playing with them, so 
I just lay there slowly gyrating my hips, feeling her 
thighs tightly squeezing my cock. The gyrating got 
faster as I got more turned on and braver. 

She, as always, didn’t seem to mind and smiled down at 
me every time I looked up at her from between her 
beautiful caramel coloured tits. This went on for about 
10 minutes before I couldn’t hold it in any more. I 
came. I came HARD. I moaned and sucked on her nipples, 
grabbed at them and pushed my face between them, kissed 
her chest and licked her all over while spurting load 
after load between her thighs. 

She knew exactly what was going on and as I looked up 
embarrassed by what she might say she just looked down 
at me, stroked the back of my head and said “Mummy loves 
you baby, now it’s time to clean yourself up and get out 
of bed” With that, she got up herself. Stood in front of 
me with both her boobs sticking out the t-shirt, quickly 
put them away and adjusted herself and then another 
image that I will never forget, as she turned away to 
leave my bedroom I saw my cum trickling down both her 
thighs!

Nothing was ever said about that moment, like all of the 
things that had happened between us over the years they 
were kept quiet and just between us. The rest of the day 
was like a dream. She wore the t-shirt for me for the 
whole day as I had asked. I must have touched her for 
most of the day here and there. I even remember touching 
her pussy mound for the first time ever, feeling her 
prickly stubble against my skin. 

Following her around as she hoovered and dusted and bent 
down for things. I saw her pussy open up for me three 
more times that day, not as much as in the morning but 
the flash of bright juicy pink flesh was unmistakable. 
The day ended with us saying goodnight to each other in 
her room after I had just spent the previous hour or so 
with my hands under her t-shirt as we watch something on 
telly (I have no idea what it was!). 


Now my second most vivid memory didn’t actually last 
that long, it was in fact quite by accident that it had 
happened but culminated in me getting an almost direct 
view into my Mum’s gaping pussy and her tight, puckered 
bum hole. 

Like I said earlier she was often without items of 
clothing when it was just us two around the house, this 
particular morning she was wearing a bra and nothing 
else. She was filling up the washing machine as I came 
into the kitchen. I guess I should explain the setup of 
our washing machine for you to understand why she was in 
this particular position. The end of our kitchen had a 
lean-to tacked on to it (a small extension for those 
that don’t know) and the floor level between the kitchen 
and the lean-to was different, you had to step down into 
the lean-to. 

That just happened to be where we kept the washing 
machine, so my Mum would have to squat with her feet on 
the edge of the kitchen floor and lean forward to load 
the washing machine (it was a front loading one, not a 
top loader) holding herself up by placing one hand on 
the machine. The washing basket full of dirty clothes 
would be on the lower lean-to floor. I entered the 
kitchen that morning to a view of my Mum squatting right 
down and leaning forwards. 

The very first thing I saw was her pinkness. I quickened 
my pace to get closer and reached down to the cupboard 
beside her to get out the cereal bowl. The way her pussy 
was open was hands down THE most amazing and wonderful 
thing I have ever seen. Her large clit fully exposed as 
she loaded the machine and her pussy lips (which always 
seemed to be coated in a thin layer of clear juice) were 
spread wide apart, so far apart that there was a 
definite gape there, a black hole where I have often 
thought about burying myself. I could see EVERYTHING! 

I saw her tiny pee hole below her clit which was also 
open, I saw the inner folds and moistness of her 
gorgeous tunnel. I saw her bum cheeks spread wide and 
her puckered brown bum hole on display just for me! 
everything looked so perfect. She would reach down into 
the basket to grab another item of clothing and she 
would need to lean forward again to put it in, 
everything between her legs just seemed to open up 
further each time she did this. 

She knew I was there and I honestly don’t think I was 
staring for that long but I soaked in every detail of 
the image in front of me. She said good morning and 
asked if I have any more dirty clothes. I said yes and 
went upstairs to get a few bits. When I came down and 
handed them to her she leaned forward again and that 
view seemed to get even better, she seemed to spread 
even further for me, her pussy hole seemed larger, her 
lips were juicier and her bum looked even more puckered 
as her sphincter muscle contracted and spasmed as she 
loaded the washing machine, filled it with soap and 
turned it on.

Afterwards I wanted to hang around and look at her more 
but I had to escape to my room and unload!! I remember 
giving her a kiss on the cheek and then her cleavage, on 
each boob which I often did, then I ran upstairs with my 
cereal and wanked myself to within an inch of my cock's 
life.

To be continued?

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 84