"Oh god, Aaron. You're so deep."
My cock throbbed as my mom arched her back to take me fully inside of her. I'd been rubbing the head against her warm, wet lips for several minutes, loving the look of anguish and pleasure on her face as she wriggled beneath me, trying to coax me into entering her.
When I finally slid into my mother, her eyes closed and her lips parted. After she let me know how much she loved the feeling of my fat 8 inches probing deeply into her tummy, I leaned in to shove my tongue in her mouth. She sucked it and dug her nails into my back. Just when I thought being inside of my own mother couldn't feel any more sinfully delicious, she lifted her legs and put her feet against my ass, desperately trying to pull me in deeper.
I obliged, humping forward slowly and sensually. I knew she wanted me to move faster, but I wanted to take my time and feel every inch of my swollen meat rubbing the inner walls of the gorgeous woman I'd waited my entire life to make love to.
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Naomi was young when she had me. Being a naturally slender blonde with legs for miles, a toned body, perky tits, and a sweet face with clear blue eyes, she was naturally the center of attention in the small, Southern town full of horny country boys she grew up in.
I'd had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, and since she was always more like an older friend than a mom (thankfully, my asshole dad was out of the picture), she was very casual around me and I saw her in underwear and nighties all the time. I'd even seen her naked, and had spied on her the one time she'd brought a man home for sex.
When I started dating, I chose girls who looked similar to my mother. I didn't realize I was doing it at first, but after a time I sought them out in hopes that she would notice my preference and be flattered. None of the relationships lasted long, though. They could all sense my heart belonged to someone else.
The day I left for college, my mom clung to me in the driveway for almost half an hour sobbing. She was proud of me, but we were best friends and the parting was painful for both of us.
Within a month, I'd found a girl who looked and even acted similarly to my mother, and the first time we made love, I allowed myself, for the first time, to fantasize about being with my mom. I lost control and rutted into Jessica like a beast before having the most intense orgasm I'd had at that point. When she caught her breath and asked what I was thinking about that got me so riled up, I lied and said her. However, I'd broken through a barrier in my mind, and there was no going back. For the next few months, I could only cum when I thought about my mother.
Not long after, my secret desire was laid bare. As Jessica and I grew closer and revealed more of our sexual kinks to each other, I admitted that I wasn't always thinking about her during our lovemaking. She giggled and said she figured that was the case, and that she was ok with it. She said it would be hot if I blurted out who I was thinking of as I came, but I told her I didn't think it was a good idea. She insisted that she loved me and that it wouldn't matter what I said; that nothing could scare her away.
That night, as I looked down at her small, perky breasts bouncing and her sky blue eyes rolling in pleasure, I laid my full weight on her, gripped her shoulders, and pushed myself as deep inside of her as I could. I unloaded my seed in her tummy and whispered, "I love you, mom. I love you so fucking much."
She didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity. I didn't know what I should do, so I just held onto her and waited. After a while, my cock softened and I rolled over to lie next to her, staring at the ceiling.
Neither of us spoke for several minutes. It was she who broke the silence.
"I meant what I said earlier," she said, rolling over to lie on her tummy and look down at my face. "I still love you."
She leaned in and kissed my shoulder, then lay atop me like a body pillow.
"How long have you thought of her that way?" she asked.
"My whole life."
"Does anyone else know?"
"No. Just you."
She kissed me and slid my cock into her, then began moving gently. It was more cuddling than sex, and she knew I loved it. She didn't know it was because it reminded me of my mom holding me.
"I sometimes fantasize about my dad fucking me," she said after a while. "I wouldn't ever want that in real life, but the thought of it turns me on sometimes."
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at me with eyes torturously similar to my mother's.
"Do you think you'd ever do it with her? I mean, if she wanted to."
My cock involuntarily throbbed inside of her, answering her question when my speechlessness couldn't.
"God, that's hot," she said, grinding into me and arching her back. "I don't know why, but it is."
I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I'd known she was special the night we met, but that was the moment I realized I loved her. As she rode me to our mutual climax, I found myself thinking of her as I came. It was the first time in months I hadn't had to think about my mom to get there.
That Thanksgiving, Jessica came home with me to meet my mother. The two of them instantly clicked, and my mom immediately started treating her like a new best friend. That night, the three of us opened a bottle of wine, got into our sleeping clothes, and sat by the fireplace talking and catching up. My mom had clung to me all day, and I found myself sitting between the two gorgeous girls in my life under a warm blanket, a head on each shoulder. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock the entire time.
After a while, I excused myself and went to bed. I was exhausted after the long drive home and all the food.
I don't know how long I was asleep before I heard the door open. I moved over so Jessica could slip into bed with me, but when I looked up, I realized it was my mother.
At least, I thought it was at first, but it was Jessica wearing the dress my mom had worn at dinner earlier that night.
"What are you...?", I started to ask.
"Shhh. I snuck into your mom's room earlier and grabbed it. It still smells like her. Wanna see?"
She got into bed and straddled me, then leaned over so that her breasts were in my face. She was right -- the dress smelled like my mom's perfume. I grew hard instantly, and Jessica hiked up the dress, sat on my cock, and started riding me.
The situation was unbelievably arousing, but then she said something that pushed me over the edge.
"Does your wiener feel good inside of mommy, baby?"
I grabbed her hips and groaned as I felt myself spurt inside of her. My vision went white and I even lost hearing for a few moments. I'd never orgasmed so intensely.
"Jesus," she said as I struggled to catch my breath. "That really did it for you, huh? You got so big inside me just before you came. It felt amazing!"
I stayed hard and rolled her over beneath me, then spent almost an hour exploring her body while she kept the dress on. The familiar smell of my mom's favorite scent made sucking her toes, kissing my way up her legs, and devouring her sex intoxicating. After she'd climaxed twice, I slid into her and began fucking her with abandon, not caring about the noise we were making.
"You love it, don't you?" she asked as she wrapped her legs around me. "You love being in mommy, fucking mommy hard like you always wanted to. Show mommy how much you love her. Fuck mommy, baby. Fuck mommy as hard as you can, please."
I couldn't suppress a groan of ultimate satisfaction as I unloaded inside of her again. I collapsed onto her and she held me between her legs and in her arms, petting my hair and kissing the top of my head.
The next morning, I got up early to make everyone breakfast. I thought I was the first up, but my mom came in through the back door sweating and wearing a running outfit. Even though it was a winter getup that covered her body, it still looked fantastic on her. It was skin-tight and made her breasts and ass look firm and inviting. I felt myself get hard and decided I'd better start talking before she noticed me staring.
