I wasn't ready to go quite yet sp I planned to wait a year before I went. One Saturday afternoon I'd been outside doing some chores and like any norma... eighteen year old I was always horny. I was in the shed finishing straightening up when mother came out of the house and came to the shed to find me. She was wearing a thin cotton robe that she normally kept on a chair next to the bed and even though the robe was held closed by a sash tied at the waist, it was obvious that she was wearing. A five-pack plastic cassette came out with its load of blades, and I grabbed my empty razor to load it.And then I stopped.I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. After two days I had a definite stubble, though it was a mix of my normal gingery dirty blonde and a disturbing amount of whitish-gray. I stared at my face for a few seconds. The last time I could remember not shaving was probably back in 1990, or maybe at the end of 1989, before I officially entered the 1990 Congressional race. It. Mum slid forward until my cock sprang up between her legs, I could feel the heat from her pussy against the length of my shaft. It was so fucking horny to know that a micrometer of lacy fabric was all that stood between my mums cunt and my throbbing stiffie. Mum nestled her head into my neck, her arms were by her side and her hands were resting on my hips. I heard her breathing heavy as she rotated her pelvis rubbing her crotch against my cock. I reached down and placed my hands on her. .. no!!' she pitifully pleaded while opposing the upward pull with all her might but to no avail! I simply smiled cruelly at her as I picked up a leather strap and awaited the favourable moment to force her against the nearest pillar. Presently she was dragged off the chair and now was my time. I pounced on her and rushed her backwards to the pillar, quickly slipping the strap round it and her waist and buckling it, and thus securing her. Then I loosened the pulleys and lowering her arms, I.