I Was Obsessed With Mom Ch 03

Previous 2 chapters: As a boy I was short and bullied multiple times. Later, in high school, my growth spurt started, and by my senior year, I was already 6'2". My dick grew significantly too, and reached 9". Its size made it tough to tuck back during swimming, which was a big deal, since I participated in competitions. However, rumors about my size reached girls, and they showed great interest in me. I had a secret obsession with Mom, so I began dating Debra, who looked like her. She was my first sex partner. Our initial encounters were very pleasurable. Later, I found out Debra was interested in our sexual encounters and not much else. Then my Dad was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer and died soon after. Subsequently, I spent more time with Mom. I confessed to loving her and wishing 'to have her,' but she refused, saying she would not commit incest.

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The next time Debra showed up at our house, Mom welcomed her with a strange smile, and said, "I like you. I am very happy you and Dean get along well."

Debra grinned, "Thank you. We are trying..."

We barely entered my room, and Debra pounced on me, "Your mother likes me; that is so wonderful."

I didn't know what to think about Mom's unusual smile, but Debra's reaction was clear; she was ready to celebrate the compliment in bed... When she faced the wall and hung her clothes on the hanger, I slightly opened the door and left it ajar.

I undressed too, and hugged Debra's tummy from behind. She murmured, "Your large hands are soft and warm. They feels good." Her hand sneaked back, found my growing erection, and bobbed my shaft, "Oooh, you are already very hard. How may I please you today?"

"I feel like starting with 69, but if you are good, I'll fuck you afterward."

"Yes, sir. I'll be good."

We climbed the bed, and Debra lay on her back. I knelt by her head and straddled it. She immediately pulled my rod into her open mouth and placed it between her lips. I watched my long organ gradually disappear into her sweet mouth, wondering how she could do it so well; 9" could definitely not fit into her mouth. It must have invaded her pharynx and perhaps even the entrance to her esophagus. How did she manage to lick and suck it while keep breathing?... But she did, and I felt my arousal building.

Next, I bent on her voluptuous body and descended on her cunt. The familiar odor of her sex, combined with a faint smell of fresh soap, reached my nose. I lapped her wet folds and heard her groaning over my cock. I spread her thighs wider, buried my face in the juices-coated vulva and licked it hungrily. Debra lifted her knees to facilitate my access to her pussy. My tongue began a series of rapid small fucking of her snatch. She trembled, and her moans turned louder. Soon her chin met my sack, and she started milking me in earnest. I inserted 2 fingers into her drenched vagina and rubbed the front wall. She reacted by quivering and trying to scream. My thick member blocked her noises, though the vibrations heightened my arousal, and I was closing in fast on the point of no return. My tongue moved to her sensitive clitoris and nudged it in all directions, as my fingers savagely massaged her G spot. Debra's quivering changed to frank convulsing, and her sucking became frantic. I ejaculated jet after jet of slimy seed into her accepting oral cavity, feeling her sucking and swallowing kept well synchronized with my rhythm. The relief was tremendous!

We rested for 15 minutes, and then her head appeared above me. Her pretty face was grinning, "Dean, you were terrific. Whatever you do to me causes me to lose control. I know I shout, and everything I do becomes instinctive and not directed by my brain. It always ends up with a big bang, after which I feel very happy."

"Girl, sex with you is pleasant. I love the way your mouth handles my cock, especially how you swallow my stuff."

"I like sucking you and making you feel good. I know your sperm has a lot of healthy ingredients, so I am happy to feed on it..."

"I am not done with your body yet. I have the urge to also fuck you. Any complaints?"

Debra giggled, "Do you really wish to fuck me or you heard my brain asking for it?..."

Subsequently, my fingers rolled a dark nipple between them, and my lips kissed the other one. Her torso clutched into mine, and her groin gyrated on my rapidly stiffening prick. I moved between her legs, mounted her calves over my shoulders and gingerly advanced into her moist pussy.

As I progressed deeper, my eyes caught a sight of movement by the door. Mom was there again! I could not see her, but her presence there was clear. I wanted to know if she just passed by or stood behind the door, and watched the crack in the door while pounding Debra's cunt slowly. For about 5 minutes I saw no movement. I intensified my strokes, and Debra started whimpering. The shadow moved.

Mom was surely staying by the door! It was a weird feeling; Why would she do it? However, it was exciting too: Mom was not disgusted or even embarrassed by being there. Debra, of course, had no clue about my mother listening to us. It made me hornier...

I decided to test Mom's 'toleration' and said to Debra, "Your cunt is very wet. After our 69, you seem to still be very hungry, aren't you a real slut?"

I saw a shadow jerk behind the door as Debra mumbled, "Your huge cock feels so good in my pussy... I love being your slut, just continue fucking me and don't stop."

The shadow stood still behind the door. Did I hear a soft gasp? I wasn't sure. I accelerated my thrusts and said, "OK lady, enough with the niceties, be ready for a roller coaster." I pounded her small body furiously and roughed her huge tits. She squirmed under my heavy body and screamed, "You aaare so haaard... I can't taaake it anymore... Heelp me GOOOD!..."

The shadow began moving rhythmically. It couldn't be! Mom was masturbating behind the partly open door?!...

My orgasm was pending, and I growled, "Your massive tits are great. I love huge tits. I am about to cum on them!" I just finished the sentence, and the first spurt filled her vagina. I pulled it out, aimed at her heaving chest, and my geyser continued spewing stream after stream of whitish goo onto her jugs. As my flow was pouring, Debra opened her eyes, smiled, and her hands began rubbing it onto her creamy mammaries.

When the flow dried up, she leaned on me, took the softening organ in her mouth and milked the residual drops. Then she chuckled, "Why waste a precious seed? It is tasty and has proteins that make the skin shinier."

As she was talking, I saw the shadow move away.

We relaxed in bed for 20 minutes, and then I asked Debra if she wanted to go to a restaurant to eat something. Her face glowed, and she mumbled, "You were so great in bed, that I wish to go home and sleep, dreaming about us together..."

At the door, my mother eyed her and said, "Debra, I am glad you make my son happy. Good night and see you again soon."

After she left, I looked at Mom and blurted, "I saw your shadow behind the slightly open door. What were you doing there?"

She blushed profusely and said, "I just went to take the broom from the closet."

"Mom, we both know it is a lie. Isn't it time to admit what you really want? What I was doing with Debra was more for your ears than for her. I love YOU. Please give us a chance."

She stared into my eyes, then rushed back to her room and locked the door.

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In the following weeks, 'the Debra routine' of wanting a lot of sex and nothing else lost its appeal for me. I wished more than JUST sex, especially since I didn't love Debra. She was a replacement for Mom.

One day I got fed up, and after a sexual encounter, I told Debra it was time to separate. She started crying and begged me to stay with her, promising she'd do anything I wanted. But it was too late.

I recall telling Mom about our breakup. She hugged me and asked why. I told her the truth: Debra was only a sex partner but not a girl with whom I shared common interests. Then I gazed at Mom's eyes and reminded her I loved HER. I saw tears in her eyes, and she moved away.

The rumor about our breakup reached everybody at a record speed. Pretty soon, everywhere I went - the swimming pool, out with friends, class - Girls found a way to approach me with lame excuses. I tried to be nice but rejected each one until Sally showed up. She was 5'4", 130 pounds, with tiny nose, full lips, and large boobs. Yes, you guessed right; she looked like my Mom. Her hair was also brownish, but unlike Mom's, it was very long.

Sally cornered me during one of the breaks and said, "We were never introduced before. My name is Sally. I heard you were a good swimmer. My Dad will have his 50th birthday in a week, and I thought you might help me find the best swimsuit for him."

I said, "I'll be happy to help, but I don't know anything about your father; not his body habitus and not what are his interests."

She had a pleasant smile, "I can meet you somewhere and show you pictures of him doing what he likes."

The next afternoon I met Sally at the food section in the mall. She had on a short dress. My sight focused on her generous breasts. She noticed my eyes, arched her back, pushing her humongous rack forward, and said, "If you help me find the swimsuit my Dad will like, you'll be rewarded." In short, we got her father a nice Speedo. She turned to me and quipped, "I just heard you and Debra are no longer an item. Is it true?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Two weeks ago I broke up with my boyfriend too..."

"Is this a hint?"

"Are you interested?"

"I do not know much about you, but you look almost perfect."

"What does 'almost perfect' mean?"

"You are pretty, and your busty figure is impressive. If there is one thing I'd change; it's your hair. I think it will look much better shoulder-length."

Sally laughed, "That's easy to change."

We agreed to date, and I invited her to my house the following weekend. The same evening I told Mom I met a nice girl I might start dating and invited her on Saturday. She smirked, "I am happy to hear you got to your senses and found a good girl your own age. I'd love to meet her."

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Saturday afternoon, Sally knocked on our door. I opened it and ogled at her. Sally was a knockout: Her long blue dress was elegant. It could not hide her curvy breasts. She had red lipstick and looked really pretty. Her hair was still long, almost reaching her waist.

I introduced her to Mom. She explored Sally for a moment and then said, "Nice to meet you, Sally. What would you like to drink?"

Sally hesitated and then blurted, "I am quite nervous to meet you, ma'am. Would it be all right if I ask for a glass of white wine?"

Mom smiled, "OK by me. Will your parents approve? May I be blunt and ask how old are you?"

Sally chuckled, "You are not the first one to wonder. I was told I looked younger than my age. I was 21 seven months ago."

"In that case, everything is fine. Would you like Chardonnay, Pinot Gris, or Riesling?"

"Riesling will be perfect. Thank you."

"Mom, in that case, I'll have a glass as well." Mom winked at me and went to the bar, while Sally and I strolled to my room. I told her she looked good. She said, "Thank you. By the way, the hair stylist didn't have availability soon enough, and she will cut my hair tomorrow."

Two days later she visited my house again, and I saw her new hairstyle. I liked it a lot and told her so. Mom wasn't at home when she entered, but she saw her leaving. Mom's facial expression said it all: It showed a combination of anxiety and sadness. She knew exactly I made Sally cut her hair and the reason behind it...

Pretty soon I found out that, unlike Debra, she had hobbies (she liked gardening and collected stamps) and other interests (watching old movies and photography). She seemed broadminded and more interesting than Debra. She also liked white wine.

I kissed her lips lightly when she left the house the first time. However, she was shy, and our intimacy progressed at a snail's pace. We fondled while fully dressed when we watched a French film in Landmark Theater. I saw her breasts about a month later. They were heavy, firm, and very sensitive. Our full sexual intercourse was 2 weeks later. I still recall her wide eyes when she first laid eyes on my raging cock. She held her breath and whispered, "It is taller than the Eifel Tower. Are you sure I can take it?"

I kissed her gently and reassured her that her vagina would accommodate me. Her pussy was tighter than Debra's, but I was patient and didn't push it all the way for a long time, letting her tunnel widen appropriately. When it dilated enough, her juices flowed and lubricated the passage adequately. During the act, she climaxed multiple times and ended up very tired. I liked it as well: I was hypnotized by her jiggling massive tits and enjoyed the friction with her narrow cunt.

After the first time, Sally became much less shy, especially after drinking a glass of white wine. Not long after, we experimented with different styles, including oral, doggy, cowgirl, and titfucking. The only thing she refused was anal. She claimed My pole was too thick for her anus.

We liked having sex in my room and followed it by going out to the movies or meeting friends at the local bar. After 3 months with Sally, I noticed Mom's shadow reappeared under the door. I got bold and, while fucking Sally, I asked her, "Tell me, do you want me to slow down?"

She mumbled, "No, please, do it harder. Feeling your giant penis inside me is the most pleasurable sensation ever."

I decreased my strokes and asked, "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured. We can dress up and go to see the old Rock Hudson movie that started showing yesterday."

She shouted, "Dean, don't! I want you to fuck my cunt hard. I love cumming several times in a row."

"As you wish. But don't complain later I was too rough..." Then I shoved my cock savagely into her pussy and increased my drilling rate and power. Her body shook, and she cried nonstop. As I continued abusing her tortured pussy, I saw the shadow move rhythmically behind the door... Thinking that Mom was playing with herself while listening to us, acted on me like an aphrodisiac; I erupted deep in Sally's cunt with a loud howl.

After Sally recovered, she got a text from her mother, asking if she could go home and help with something. Sally giggled, "We were lucky to have fun without interruption, but I'll have to leave now and see you again later." She dressed up, opened the door and said to Mom, who was with back to us, "Good night, Mona."

Mom didn't turn but responded, "Sorry I cannot stop, or I'll ruin everything here."

After Sally left, I moved behind Mom, placed my palms on her covered breasts, began massaging them lightly and whispered in her ear, "You were a bad Mommy; did you enjoy listening to us having sex?"

She did not answer. My hands continued rubbing her tits, and my cock started hardening in my pants. I let it nestle in her crack, kissed the side of her neck, and kneaded her orbs somewhat rougher. I felt her nipples stiffen under her robe and her body tremble. I whispered, "Mom, you listened to us, but what you didn't know is that all that time I imagined myself doing it with you!"

Mom tried to suppress her soft moans, but I heard her. I moved my hands from her chest, grabbed a towel and dried her hands. Next, I kissed her neck again and pulled her right hand back. I placed it on my quick engorging member, "Mom, feel it, I want you... now!"

Her breathing became labored, and her pulse increased twofold, but she refused to talk. I gingerly turned her around and saw her eyes were shut. I kissed her luscious lips tenderly and murmured, "Mom, please look at me."

Her eyes opened, and she began shedding tears.

"Mother, I always loved you, that's why I chose girlfriends who looked like you. Please, be mine."

Through her tears, she mumbled, "Dean darling, since Dad died I knew you wanted me. In many regards, you were so much like your father: Appearance, good character, loving... My body craved to feel yours, but my mind was set: It was immoral, and god would punish both of us for committing a major sin. I had no problem being punished, but I felt I needed to protect YOU from god's wrath. I resisted for as long as I could, but my resolve was getting weaker by the day. I can't take it anymore. It still kills me to think one day god will take his revenge upon us..."

I hissed her gently and whispered, "I am willing to accept any punishment to be with you."

She cried, "Now that you found Sally, whatever you suggest will be unfair to her. She is a good girl and doesn't deserve it. Please think again."

"What I feel toward her is not even close to what I feel toward you. Don't worry, I'll try to separate from Sally as nicely as possible, claiming to take extra courses in school and being busier in the pool. She will notice I did not dump her for another student and will get over it."

"Honey, what do you want to do now?"

"Mom, I wish to feel you in my arms, to see your body, to make love to you..."

She smirked, "On the same bed you had sex with Sally minutes ago?"

"I'll go shower, and we'll be in YOUR room."

"Darling, my body is not what you hope for. I am 20 years older than Debra and Sally. I am scared you won't like what you see, and you'll hate the idea of being in bed with me..."

I French kissed her and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She just stood as if frozen in time. I placed her tiny palm over my frontal bulge and continued undressing her. Her hand stayed where I left it. Her large, soft, white bra appeared. I caressed it softly and whispered, "I love them already." Her fingers bobbed slightly my tent, and it engorged further.

Next, I unclasped her bra and let it fall. I stared at her tits and murmured, "Mom, they are beautiful!" They sagged somewhat, but her large pink areolas and pointy nipples were very tempting.

I looked lovingly into her eyes, "I need to milk your gorgeous tits."

She smiled, "Sorry honey, you children finished my milk long time ago."

I faked anger, "First you refused my love, and now you turn down my wish to get milk. You are a bad, BAD mother!"

Mom laughed. I loved watching her mood change for the better, "Mom, go to bed. I'll be back in a jiffy."

I showered in a Guinness record time and walked naked to her room. She was in bed, covered in her blanket, with only her head seen. Her eyes inspected my body up and down, and she announced, "I loved your Dad's body. Yours is similar, except that you are taller, and your... dick is bigger. Yes, I was a bad mama and listened to you having sex with your girlfriends. The first time I did it was to ensure you were OK and knew how to please your partner. I was shocked to find out Debra orgasmed strongly and admired your performance. After all, I knew you were inexperienced... Hearing your girls describing their wishes to be ravaged by your enormous cock reminded me of the way your Dad was pleasuring me. I missed him so much and couldn't resist listening to you doing your girl. Yes, my body wanted yours. During many nights I dreamt about you barging into my room and taking me by force. Each time I climaxed calling your name..."

I lifted the blanket and lay by Mom's side. My hand caressed her cheek and then moved down to her neck. As my hand gradually trailed southward, her blanket shifted to the side, and I could see her body in its entirety. Her round tits were very smooth. I kissed her nipple, feeling its sweetness. Mom's fingers combed my hair, "Darling, I missed your body so much..."

I continued exploring, reaching her soft belly. It was feminine with a cute concavity in the middle, where her navel was located. Her brown hair bush was triangular in shape and mildly trimmed. The labia were puffy, and a few drops were noted. Her musky smell burned my nose - I was already hooked!