I Was Obsessed with Mom

First chapter: As a boy I was short and was 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". It's 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 interest in me. I had a secret obsession with Mom, but she and Dad loved each other very much. I began dating Debra, who looked like Mom. She was the one who was my first sex partner. Our initial encounters were very pleasurable. Later I found out Debra was submissive and was interested ONLY in our sexual encounters.

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The next morning I woke at 7. Dad already left for work, and Mom was preparing a meal in the kitchen. I sneaked behind her and hugged her waist from behind, "Morning Mom."

She continued mixing ingredients in a large bowl and mumbled, "Morning honey."

She wasn't using a knife or other sharp object, so I wondered why she concentrated on the food rather than looking at me. Was it because she was embarrassed after listening to Debra and me having sex?

I turned her toward me and planted a big kiss on her cheek, blurting, "Mommy, I love you." Only then I noticed her eyes were red, as if she cried before.

"Mom, what is it? Did you have a fight with Dad?"

She whispered, "I wish..."

"Tell me, please."

"Dad asked me not to tell..."

"Mom, stop it. What the hell is going on?"

"Dad will chastise me if I tell you..."

"Mom!!!..."

"...Oh, OK. Did you notice Dad lost some weight lately?"

"Of course. His diet seems to work as he planned it. He lost about 15 pounds already, right?"

"Actually 17, but it's not because of a diet."

"What are you suggesting? He told me so himself."

"He is covering the truth. Three months ago he began having tummy pains and morning nausea. He joked he might be pregnant. We laughed, but the situation did not improve in the next 2 weeks, and even became worse. I convinced him to see a doctor. To cut the story short, after multiple diagnostic tests we found out he has stomach cancer..."

"I am furious you didn't tell me before. I am no longer a child; I am 20 years old. More importantly, what is the treatment plan?"

Mom had a bitter smile, "Honey, it's too late. His tumor has spread to his liver and other organs in his abdomen. Some days, when you think he goes to work, he drives to the hospital for radiation and chemotherapy, but it's too advanced, and the doctor said he won't live more than 6 months..." She started crying. I hugged her and began tearing too. The unexpected shock was unbearable!

"Is there anything I can do? Drive him to the hospital? Picking up medication from the pharmacy? Do the shopping? ANYTHING?..."

"You are a good boy, but right now I need nothing except to see you be cheerful near Dad. In case YOU get in trouble or have serious issues, please talk to me and do not bother Dad."

"It goes without saying. But Mom, I still want to help."

"Later we'll talk about help, but for now, you need to be strong. No crying or sad face near him."

I kissed her forehead, "It's so unfair... Dad worked hard all his life, and he is a good man. Why him?!... Why doesn't god punish bad people instead?"

"Darling, I wish I knew the answer. Now go, get ready for school and let me finish here. Your breakfast will be ready in 10."

...

In class I could not concentrate. My father's grim prognosis was simply too much. I couldn't wait to go back home.

I arrived at 4:15 and saw Mom handling the laundry. I kissed her cheek and asked when Dad was coming home. She said, "Around 7 pm. And please, be gentle."

I didn't bother answering; of course I would.

He entered the front door with a broad smile, "Nice to see both of you. Dean, usually you are out swimming or looking for girls. I am tired. Let me shower, and soon I'll be out for dinner."

As he entered the bathroom, Mom started crying again, "Your father is very concerned that you'll feel sorry for him. He pretends to be worry-free and happy..."

I hugged her, "Please, stop crying. He'll notice your red eyes. If HE wants us to be cheerful, let's do it for him."

She forced a smile, "You are right. Sorry, it's just killing me inside."

Dad came out, stretched, and sighed, "Good to be back home. We are very busy at work these days. I am much more tired than hungry. I think I'll eat a little and go to sleep."

Mom pleaded, "I made your favorite: Steak tartare, baked potatoes and pickled red cabbage."

"But honey, when I am exhausted, I have no appetite."

"Try! Otherwise I'll throw it all into the garbage."

Dad turned to me, "Can't you help me? Mom is bossing me around and completely ignore MY wishes."

I grinned, "Sorry, Dad. I love you, but Mom is right. I watched her slave making the meal you like. Please, eat some. Whatever you won't eat, I'll finish later, but after working hard, you need the calories."

He pretended to be angry, "What is a man to do? Everybody is ganging on me. I think I'll get a divorce and disown my only son..."

I smiled, "Do that, but first, have some of the delicious meal."

We sat down and began eating. From the corner of my eye, I saw Dad placing very small pieces of meat and potatoes on his fork, and attempting to swallow everything. He frequently drank water, clearly struggling with his food. He looked so miserable trying to comply with our request, I was afraid Mom would cry in front of him...

I thought fast and announced, "Mom and Dad, I just got the result of our final exam in math. It turned out my score was the 2nd best in class! Isn't it nice?"

Dad stopped eating and laughed, "Who would have believed? Mom probably cheated on me 21 years ago because your PRESUMED father's math skills were always below par..."

Mom grinned too, "You caught me. Dean, your real father was Dad's twin brother, otherwise it would be very difficult to explain how your face and body look so much like your Dad's..."

Good. The sad moment passed, and the risk of Mom crying was averted... Of course I was never very good at math, and I never got above average in exams, but as a white lie it served the purpose.

When we were done, Dad went to sleep. Mom grimaced and looked like she would weep again, so I blurted, "Mom, I need your help in my room. Something is wrong with my blanket."

She came to my room, and I hugged her, "Please, be nice and pretend to be worry-free until he is asleep."

She sat on my bed and whispered, "Honey, he is slowly dying, and it is so hard to make happy face all the time..."

"Mom, he knows; that's why he fakes good mood too. I do not like it either, but we have no choice."

She hugged me, "You are such a good son. I love you."

Her large soft tits pressed against my chest, and my penis started rising. I was ashamed of myself. What's wrong with me? Dad was about to die, and Mom hugged me for consolation, yet my unruly prick focused on her tits...

I was such a pervert; I hated myself.

...

Dad's condition deteriorated fast. It became clear that the radiation and chemotherapy were not helpful in reducing the cancer load, and the side effects made Dad feel worse. One day he chose to stop all treatment and only take narcotics when he suffered pain. His weight declined fast, and we knew his life would end soon.

One day, when Mom was out, he summoned me, and said, "Dean, it's no secret I'll be dead in a matter of days or weeks. I want you to promise me that you'll always take care of Mom. I loved and still love her more than anybody else ever. She is a tough cookie, but she needs a man around. Until she chooses somebody, you are the man of the house, so behave accordingly. Will you promise?"

I had tears in my eyes, "Dad, you know I love Mom. Whatever happens in the future, I'll NEVER desert her, trust me."

"Good. And please don't tell Mom I talked to you about it. By the way, I can't remember if Mom knows, but the day you were born, I bought life insurance for $1,000,000. With this money and our savings, you two will be able to start over."

I kissed his forehead and felt he was feverish. He died in peace 36 hours later. Both my older sister, Rita, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, and I, stayed with Mom 24 hours for a full week. It was to support her emotionally and handle the many relatives and friends who came to pay their respects. A week after the funeral the number of visitors diminished significantly, and Rita returned to her home in Montana.

I began going to classes again, but spent most of my free time with my mother. Debra understood, and we saw each other only once a week. She constantly attempted to arouse me. On occasions I gave in, and we had sex, but it was not as thrilling as before. Debra's body and behavior did not change, but my libido declined.

My mother was on my mind all the time. While prior to Dad's demise I was obsessed with her, now caring for her was my main goal. I tried to help around the house as much as possible. She put on a brave face, but I could see she was depressed. I let her grieve.

When the first month was over, during our dinner together, I said, "Mom, you stayed at home for a full month now. We both miss Dad, but it's time to start going back to normal. Tomorrow is Saturday. I'll take you out of this house. You choose if you wish to stroll in the park, go to a movie, or eat in a restaurant."

She forced a smile, "Honey, you are a good boy, and your intention is commendable, but I do not feel like it."

"Sorry Mom, no go. Before he died, Dad made me promise him I'd ensure you go back to normal life sooner than later. It's time to start over. After 30 days of being closed here, you come with me to breathe fresh air."

"Dean, do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. And since I am stronger, you better listen to me, or else..."

She smiled, "Honey, you are a perfect son but an awful actor. OK, if the weather is nice, we'll walk for half an hour."

"We can also have a picnic there. I'll prepare sandwiches, put coffee in a thermos, and add a couple of fruits."

"Dean, I appreciate your gesture, but you are wasting your precious free time on your elderly mother. Half an hour will be enough for me, and then you'll have time for Debra."

"Absolutely out of the question. I love you MUCH more than her. And since I am an adult, I won't let my mother tell me who to spend my time with!"

She laughed, "Darling, you are funny."

"Funny is good. Does it mean you'll spend the morning with me?"

She sighed, "Do I have a choice?"

"You have 2 options: It's either 'I agree' or 'I agree, sir." Which one you select?"

"Honey, stop it. OK, tomorrow after breakfast we'll go out."

"One more thing: People will see us together, so please wear nice clothes."

Mom joked, "Do you mean an evening gown and high heels?"

"Not really, but I think you are pretty and have great figure, so no clothes that will hide you. You know what I mean."

"I'll show you before we leave the house."

...

It was a sunny day, and at 10 am the temperature was already 72 degrees. Mom was dressed in a summery blouse, midi-style skirt, and sandals. I might have been biased, but in my eyes she looked no less than amazing! I told her so.

She grinned, "You exaggerate, but thanks."

As we strolled, a few men passed by and turned their heads to ogle Mom. I took her hand in mine and said, "Most men here drool when they see you. It is unacceptable; this morning you are mine and ONLY mine!"

She giggled, "I bet I could be as ugly as Cruella De Vil, and men will still ogle me. It has nothing to do with being pretty or how I dress. Most men are shallow and stare at my chest and my butt."

"You are right. We are shallow in that regard. I don't know if it is our genetics, but I admit to being impressed by your assets too."

She winked, "Honey, I hoped you were better than that, especially when talking about your mother..."

I glanced at her face, "Mom, I love ALL OF YOU, and it includes your body as well."

She didn't speak, but her palm squeezed mine. We continued walking slowly, enjoying the nice weather, the birds chirping, and the many wildflowers. When we approached a free bench, Mom asked to sit for a minute. As she sat, I moved away, picked a bunch of colorful flowers, returned to her, and mumbled, "It's a token of my love."

Mom laughed out loud. It was the first time in weeks Mom appeared to have fun. She took the flowers and murmured, "My knight and shining armor..."

We opened our basket, ate our sandwiches, drank the hot coffee and stared at the happy ducks playing in the pond. We didn't talk, but I felt closer to Mom than ever.

An hour later we returned home. Mom changed her clothes to a robe. I told her I hated it; she looked much better before. She smiled, "I know honey, but at home it is much more comfortable."

I whined, "You don't care about my feelings..."

"I do. And I promise to dress nicely again next time we go out. Now go spend time with your friends or Debra."

"Will it help if I repeat I love YOU much more than Debra?"

"No, it won't. Things you do with her, you cannot do with me."

"I hate you, MOM..."

"I know honey. Now get out and let me start working here."

...

Debra arrived at my house later in the afternoon. She was dressed nicely but was much more subdued since my father died. She was reluctant to ask for sex even though I was convinced she hoped I'd suggest it. We chatted for a short time about school stuff, ate snacks, and then I said, "Unless you want to fuck, we can go to a bar or see a show." Debra didn't verbalize her wish, but her pleading eyes told me the truth.

We undressed and jumped into bed. She began sucking my dick as I massaged her enormous tits. Once my turgid organ was ready, I penetrated her pussy and pounded it slow and hard. Debra moaned and a moment later began screaming, "Your monster feels so good! Oh god, I wish you never stop."

As I increased my strokes, I heard something hitting the floor outside the door, and then steps rushing away. Mom was behind the door again... Was she really trying to listen to us making out? Was it curiosity or more than that? I decided to leave the door ajar 'by accident' next time I had sex with Debra. I rammed her cunt menacingly with my pole, and the girl shuddered soon after, climaxing with loud screams. Since Mom already knew and heard what we were doing, I didn't mind her noise and continued savagely working her vagina. After 10 minutes of continuous plowing, I came deep in her womb howling like a wounded wolf.

When I slowed down, I heard steps by the door once again. What was going on? What was Mom's motivation for standing there?!... Was she trying to guess what was happening inside? Was she jealous or even masturbating to our sounds?...

I wished there was a way to tell Mom I was MUCH more interested being in bed with her than with Debra. Debra was a lesser replacement... I wanted to tell Mom that despite climaxing with Debra, quite often I imagined doing it with HER, and as a result came faster and more powerfully.

When we finished, I reminded Debra I had to complete a project. She understood, dressed up, kissed me, and opened my room's door.

Mom was in the kitchen. Debra said to her, "Thanks for the treat. I'll see you again soon."

Mom grinned at her, "That's OK. It's nice to know you children enjoy the time in your room."

Debra blushed and left soon after. I saw Mom turn her back and continue cutting salad in the kitchen.

I moved behind her, hugged her tummy and kissed her neck. She shivered lightly and murmured, "Honey, it's pleasant but ticklish. What's the occasion?"

"I remembered I love you."

I sniffed her hair. It was a mixture of floral and sweetness. She leaned on my chest and... I lost it. My hands began moving gingerly up on her tummy.

She turned her face to me, "Dean, what are you doing?..."

I stuttered, "I heard yoour steps behind the door wheen I was with Debra. Moom, I love YOOOU."

"What are you saying?"

"I want YOU!"

"Sorry honey, but we can't. I am your mother, and even IF I felt the same, incest is a big deal. NO!"

"Don't you have physical needs that have not been fulfilled since Dad died?"

"I do. In fact, Dad and I stopped having sex months ago, since we found out his diagnosis. The bad outcome affected him mentally, and he never regained his... ability. Yes, I miss it, but I prefer to do it manually than corrupt my son."

"Please, I don't care about 'corruption,' I want YOU."

"Honey, I love you, but you can get everything you wish from Debra."

"May I have you if I dump Debra?"

"She is a good girl. Don't do it. Both of you are young and look good together."

I leaned down and kissed her lips.

At first, she didn't react. Then she stared at my face, sighed, went to her bedroom, and closed the door behind her.