My 18th birthday opened the door to more things than I ever expected. My name is Gunnar, and I grew up on a small farm just outside the southern suburbs of the sprawling Salt Lake City metropolis. My parents were Mormon, not devoutly, but true in one respect: my father Daniel Dulane believed in having more than one wife, in our case two. Although illegal technically, several of our neighbors had households with two or even three mothers. Following another Mormon tradition, my dad kept both women pregnant and popping out babies. I was the youngest of nine children (five with my biological mother and four with my 'other' mother). Despite what the media might portray, ours was actually a nice household to grow up in. Other than a half-brother with my second mom, all my siblings were girls, and they quickly shared, and later took over, all household duties until they married to go and multiply.
My dad went out of his way to raise my half-brother and I like 'guys.' We went hunting and fishing, and camped out, always with one of our sisters, in rotation, to clean the fish, cook and generally take care of us. Despite being a great dad, though, I have to admit he seemed to be a pretty lousy husband. He treated both his wives like dirt, talked down to them and let his dick follow his wandering eyes. Two attractive women, apparently, were not enough for him.
He had his own business, fabricating trailers in two shed-like buildings on the small farm, and, being a dealer, bought and sold used trailers for the farms and businesses in the area. An outgoing salesman-type, he seemed to know everyone, especially the wives and daughters, if you get my drift.
As the youngest, I was the beneficiary of both mothers' attention. Being good Mormons, they pretty much took my dad's philandering and disrespect in their stride. Not that they were happy about it, but he made good money, gave them everything they wanted, and left them alone to do as they pleased, so they seemed to have made peace with their lot.
Being around so many girls and women, I grew up seeing naked female flesh a lot, but I never got jaded. If anything, seeing so much nudity did the opposite: it made me constantly horny. In my junior year in high school, I was the only kid left at home, so it was just my two moms and I, the teen horndog.
My biological mom, Briney, was, shall we say, stout. Not fat, but more like a Lane Bryant model. Dark brown hair to her shoulders, brown eyes, enormous breasts, lovely huge ass and a surprisingly narrow middle. Olivia, my second mom, was a more slender average, with B-cup boobs, long slim legs and dirty-blond hair, with green eyes. Both were affectionate and easy-going. They got along well, in fact I'd say they were each other's best friends. None of the jealousy you read about elsewhere. Despite my dad working on the property, he never showed his face around the house during the day. He left after breakfast and only returned for dinner. In fact, he missed a lot of dinners as his business expanded. His stated reason was dinner with clients, but both moms scoffed at that. "Since when does a horny waitress buy trailers?" Olivia snorted on more than one occasion.
As you would expect, a hormone-driven teen alone in the home with two affectionate and reasonably attractive women was an accident waiting to happen. I, for one, was desperately hoping for such an accident.
It happened the Saturday after my 18th birthday. Mom O, as I called my second mom, was in town for the week's shopping. They took turns. My bio mother was still dressed in her breakfast garb, a loose-fitting robe and nothing more. As she bent over the sink to rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, I approached her from behind and hugged her waist. My cock, which was at half-mast just from being so close to such a sexy woman, pressed against her generous ass. "Hey, sexy," I said.
She lifted her upper body, which pushed her more into my hardening cock. I kissed her neck and shoulder. "You smell lovely, just like my favorite woman in the whole wide world," I whispered.
"Gunnar, what are you doing?"
"Feasting my senses," I replied. "I love looking at the most beautiful woman in Utah. You feel divine, you smell heavenly, you taste like a real woman, and I love hearing your voice--you're a feast for all my senses."
My lips trailed up her neck and I softly nibbled an earlobe.
"Oh, Gunnar, we shouldn't..." Her ass pressing back into my cock for the first time ever belied her hesitant whisper.
My hands grasped her massive boobs and gently squeezed. Through the thin robe they felt soft, squishy and, for lack of a better word, motherly.
My cock was now at full strength and twitching into her ass crack.
A moan escaped her mouth as I squeezed both nipples. "No, son, we shouldn't--"
"I've wanted you for so long, mother. You are so beautiful and sexy." I pressed my cock into her again, and she returned the pressure with another moan.
"Turn around and kiss me," I whispered.
Since I learned of the concept of submissive in the porn I'd read, I'd come to the conclusion that my mom clearly was a sub, especially the way she reacted to my dad's borderline cruel treatment of her.
"Turn around and kiss me," I repeated as close as I could get to dominant, yet loving.
"No, Gunnar," she softly moaned while she turned and held her mouth, lips parted.
Firmly but gently I lowered my lips to hers and slid my tongue in. With another moan, she welcomed it and slid her tongue into my mouth and pressed her lower body into my steel bar. I squeezed her big ass cheeks in different places while our tongues dueled through her increasing moans. My hands slid to the bottom of her hem and lifted her robe, giving me access to her naked soft ass, which had begun humping me.
My mouth slid up her jawline to her ear, where I whispered, "You are so sexy and today you're going to fuck me."
Her only reaction was a louder moan and her lower body pressing again into my erection. I kept whispering, "I'm going to suck those delicious nipples of yours while my cock slides into your wet pussy."
Never had any words like that ever been used in our house. Instead of outrage, however, she grabbed my head and forced my mouth back to hers.
I moved one hand from her naked ass to between us and cupped her hairy pussy. Her movements intensified and, breaking our kiss, she said in a loud voice, "Your room. Take me to your room."
"Yes," I said. "I want to eat your tempting wet treasure first."
She took my hand and led the way. Climbing the stairs, her big ass made me drool as it swayed.
We both disrobed and she took my hard cock in her hands. "What a lovely cock, my sexy son," she warbled.
"The better to fuck you with, mommy," I said with a laugh. "Get on the bed and open your legs."
She lay back with her head against the headboard, bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her juices matted her pubic hair to her body. Biting her lower lip, she spread her labia to give me access.
I leaned in and licked her perineum, before sliding my tongue into her opening. "Uuuuugh," she moaned and pulled my head into her womanhood. "Yes, like that. Lick your momma. It's been soooo long. There, be a good boy now. Hmmm..."
My tongue slid up further until I could feel her clit. With a squeal, Mom began humping me, and holding my head tightly to her pussy, which was by now leaking seriously. With each hump, she gave an "ugh, ugh, ugh" grunt. I looked up and saw her looking at me. "Eat me, sweet baby, eat your momma. She likes it. Make her cum, my baby, make me cum."
I stuck two fingers into her sloppy wet pussy, and the moment they touched her G-spot, she convulsed several times, clamped my head between her fleshy thighs, and came like a freight train. After a minute or two, she pushed my head away with a satisfied smile. "Too sensitive now, darling. Now it's time for my big boy to fuck his momma with his big cock. Come on, put it in me and show me what you got." She held out her arms and smiled at me with lust in her eyes.
I shifted up and she brought me to her opening. The feeling as I slid into that slimy sleeve of love for the first time is indescribable, to this day. No words can convey the warmth, the love, the completeness of the enveloping, and the welcome ease with which I just slid in, all the way, until I felt something at the tip of my cock.
"Ahh, you fill me up completely. Yes, Gunnar, take me, fuck your mother. Make me yours now, son."
Always happy to please and obey my mother, that's what I did. At first, slow and sensual, savoring the feeling of being inside the home it was made for. I had nothing to compare it to, obviously, but to this day I remember that sublime feeling, becoming one with the woman who meant more to me than any other.
After a few minutes, we sped up our action, as our focus shifted from the pleasure we derived simply from being one, to the higher peak of our release. Our eyes locked on each other, all words ceased. The only sound was our ragged breaths and a squishing from our combined juices.
Then her eyes rolled back into her head, her pussy spasmed like rhythmic cramps and she uttered a long, drawn-out low moan. Her spasming pussy triggered my climax and it felt like I filled her with gallons of my spurting cum.
I rolled off her and lay tight with her as we both caught our breath. After a few minutes, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, this is the single highlight of my entire life. Fantastic does not even begin to describe it." I kissed her ear.
She turned her head toward me. "Gunnar, I don't know where you learned it, but you have satisfied me like I haven't been... for decades. Thank you."
"Learned? Mom, you were my first."
Her head flew up. "You were a virgin?"
Nodding, I said with a smile, "Taken by the person I dreamed of. I couldn't be happier." I pecked her cheek and nose. "I can't thank you enough."
She kissed me back. "Olivia will be back anytime now, we need to take a shower."
