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I can’t believe, after so many years I am finally putting this story into words. My Mum and Dad were the kindest, loveliest parents, a boy could hope for. Holidays in the States, as many toys as I could play with and the best schooling. They really couldn’t do enough for me.I was brought up in the West of England, near Truro, in Cornwall. My Dad was a policeman and my Mum was a book keeper. Both of them were apparently blissfully married without a care in the world.. Our family life was one to be proud of and we rarely shared a crossed word.At the tender age of 17 I remember my Mum had gone to great lengths to give me a birthday to remember and I have to say she certainly did that.My sexual experiences, up until that time, could be counted on one hand. In fact my sexual experiences were with that one hand!I had only just learned the pleasures of masturbation, when I first saw my Mum’s gorgeous body in the bathroom and felt urges istanbul travesti that only a teenager can feel.I remember thinking that if I could just touch one of those beautiful firm breasts or even better let my fingers play with the mass of pubic hair, I would be in my element. My Mum knew nothing of my fantasies and I was awoken to the world of self pleasuring.I specifically remember on one occasion, I saw my Mum and Dad both emerging from the bedroom they shared and heading for the bathroom. My Mum was covering her glistening pussy and my Dad wasn’t even bothering to hide his magnificent, semi-erect cock. Obviously now I know what had just happened but at the time I was both curious and aroused at the same time.As I lay in my bed with my hard cock in my hand and dreaming of what I had seen, I clearly felt urges that I had not felt before. I was fantazising over my Mum and even worse my istanbul travestileri Dad’s huge cock. I dreamed of sucking his cock as my Mum did the same to me. I dreamed of nuzzling into her dark bush and tasting her juices on my lips. This was so wrong but it felt so good.That orgasm, as it trickled over my hands and onto my belly was the first of many that came as a direct result of fantazising over Mum and Dad and it was the catalyst that led to the story I am telling now.My birthday passed in the usual lovely way, with presents and cards, a cake and me licking my Mum’s beautiful pussy, whilst my Dad watched!That’s right. I went down on my Mum.I was thanking my parents for what had been a lovely day and my Dad and Mum had been enjoying a drink or two (or three) and when I bent down to kiss my Mum goodnight, I couldn’t help but notice that she was not wearing any knickers and that beautiful travesti hairy bush was exposed beneath her skirt.”Well that’s one birthday present I’ll remember,” I said in a jokey way as I pointed out the view to my Dad.”You cheeky Sod, he replied. I bet that’s the first time you’ve seen a grown woman’s fanny?” Not exactly,” I said and I started to blush. “Come on, my Mum said. Reveal all.””Well I said, I have actually seen you both naked on many occasions, and then the moment got the better of me, I continued. “You won’t remember but I saw you both running to the bathroom a few years ago and Dad, you were definitely turned on!”My Dad looked pretty pleased with himself at this point and my Mum, thanks to the drink, let out a really dirty laugh. “Well son, my Dad said, if you have got it. flaunt it!”I knew what he meant and my memory told me he certainly ‘had it!At this point the room went pretty quiet and my Mum surprisingly asked me, “Well what did you think of Dads erection?? I didn’t quite know what to say but came back with,””Mum, I was so busy looking at my first pussy that I hardly noticed.””And what did you think of the pussy?” my Dad replied.”Well what boy wouldn’t want to see a pussy like Mums?”, I said.

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