Incest/Taboo I was Obsessed with Mom

When I turned 10, I was shorter and punier than most of my classmates. I was constantly mocked that when I grew up, I'd turn into a woman or at least become gay. I was too naive to understand the full implications of what my 'friends' were talking about, but I was aware that I was every boy's laughingstock. One day, a guy followed the insult with a slap that knocked me down. I returned home upset and refused to talk to Mom about it. Dad arrived 2 hours later and heard from Mom that I was angry because of something that happened in school. He asked to talk to me.

"Dad, please, leave me alone."

"Son, I taught you better than that. If you have problems, let us help, whether it's related to poor score on examination or something to do with relationships with others."

I was reluctant to talk, but Dad insisted, and eventually I opened up, "It's not fair that everybody in my class is bigger and stronger than me. They say later I'll become a woman and they even hit me."

Dad hugged my shoulder and asked softly, "Dean, do I look like a weak lady to you?"

I stared at him. He was 6', 200 pounds of pure muscle. "Of course not. What does it have to do with me?"

He left my room and came back 5 minutes later with a small box, "Here I keep my childhood memories." He opened it and showed me an old, black and white picture of a small child, "Do you recognize this guy?"

"No. Is he a cousin?"

"It's me when I was 12 years old."

"How can it be? He does look nothing like you."

"Look again. There was a dramatic change in my appearance when I went through puberty, but my eyes, the smile, and even the mole on my forehead is still there."

"Are you telling me that one day I'll look like you?"

"It is very likely. Unlike your sister, who is a miniature copy of your mother, nobody in Mom's family has your facial or body features. You are a good swimmer, which I was also at your age. These days I try to avoid going in the water because of ear problems, but I used to love diving and swimming, and between the ages of 10-14, I won several competitions. As a small-for-my-age child, I suffered bullying and registered for a judo course and then to wrestling. I remained short until I was 14, but by then my strength increased, and other kids stopped harassing me. Later that year my growth spurt started, and 4 years later I became the envy of my classmates. At 18 I found out girls took notice, and I could get almost any girl I wanted. I met Mom when I was 20. She was the prettiest cheerleader and the most sought after girl around. We began dating, and the rest is history. One last word: Your mother is still gorgeous, and I love her no less than on the day I first saw her, but don't tell her that; I don't want her to get a big head..."

I chuckled, "Dad, it's too late; I think she knows it already."

He pretended to be upset, "That's the reason she feels she can boss me around."

It became clear Dad wanted to cheer me up. I felt better after talking to him and hoped one day I'd grow to look like him. I continued swimming, and within a year was on our state team for the national championship.

As Dad predicted, when I was 14, my growth took over my life; I noticed my pants becoming too short, and the shirts did not fit anymore. Mom joked that all our money was spent on new clothes and shoes for me. By 17, I was already 6'2" and weighing 190 pounds. I became our state champion in short distances freestyle swimming. My trainer smiled, "You work hard, and your technique is very good, but your biggest advantage is your big hands." He winked and added, "Soon, girls will start chasing you." I was still fairly innocent understanding what he meant, but it sounded like a compliment, and I thanked him.

As a swimmer, my biggest dilemma was not the performance in the pool, but to find the right swimsuit... I didn't mingle too much with the other guys, and avoided being naked when others were present. It wasn't always easy, especially after successful tournaments. Everybody was happy, cheering and celebrating.

A week after turning 18, I won the state championship in 50 meter butterfly. After the win, I took a shower, when my teammates barged in and ganged on me. I remember the surprised look on their faces when they first saw me naked. Billy blurted, "Geez, look at his cock! Dean, your thing is probably longer than John Holmes!"

"Who is John Holmes?"

"Are you kidding? Don't you watch porn? He was the first pornstar. His dick was huge. Later he died of AIDS." Everyone laughed, and I was embarrassed. I knew my penis was not small but assumed most men had similar size. Growing up in a remote conservative village, I have never watched video-porn before, although I saw some pictures of topless women.

My fear was that people would find out who was the subject of my wet dreams. It was my mother... Eight years earlier, Dad was right, and Mom didn't change much since. She was now 41 years old and still looked fantastic. Mom was 5'4", slightly over 130 pounds with wavy, light brown hair and hazel-colored eyes. I adored her pretty face, which was still without noticeable wrinkles, and her beautiful smile. However, in my fantasies, I focused on her large chest...

What can I say, being infatuated with Mom is one thing. But she and Dad had an intimate loving relationship, which I was not part of. My solution: Find a girl who would look like her.

About 2 weeks after winning the butterfly competition, I noticed several girls, who prior to the race ignored me, and now tried to make eye contact with me. I thought it was due to my achievements and felt proud of myself. One of them, Debra, who like my mother had big boobs and brown wavy hair, caught my eyes, and I returned her stare. She grinned, and I smiled back. Debra came toward me and mumbled, "Congratulations. I heard you did good in the swimming pool."

"What do you mean 'heard', you weren't among the spectators?"

"No. During the competition I was in a yoga class."

"So how did you find out about it?"

"People talk. I heard it from Billy."

I remembered that Billy was the same guy who commented about my long penis and couldn't resist asking, "Did Billy mention other things?"

She blushed, "He said you were... blessed."

I chortled, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

She eyed me, apparently checking if I was mocking her, and said, "Of course it's a good thing. As if you don't know guys measure their dicks and exaggerate, bragging about their size..."

"I heard about it, but I thought it was a fabrication, because I feel its drawbacks. Each time I wear a swimsuit, I have to tuck it back, otherwise it interferes with my swimming."

Debra smiled, "That may be true, but I bet using it for what it was meant to be used, more than makes up for it."

"Debra, you didn't mean peeing, right?"

"No silly, during sex."

"When it's too big, it can hurt the girl..."

She glanced at my eyes again, "Don't tell me you are a virgin. Girls dream about a tool that will make them moan with pleasure. In most cases, the penis is too small for our vagina, and to make matters worse, guys have no idea how to use it."

"Would you go out with me to see a movie?"

"Yes, I will. And to make it clear, I am not scared of your size..."

The same evening we went to see Tom Cruise's latest movie. I was immersed in the plot with my eyes focused on the screen when I felt Debra sliding into my seat, placing my hand around her neck on her covered chest, and her hand caress lightly my groin.

I was startled and gazed at her. She smiled and whispered, "Dean, we can watch the movie and neck at the same time."

I whispered back, "Can we do it after the movie?"

"But I am horny now. I was thinking about it since I first heard about your huge size."

What could I do? We were in a dark room with a large crowd around us. I wished to watch Tom Cruise, but Debra's insisting hand was very arousing. Pretty soon my organ created a massive tent in my pants. It pushed away my brief's waistband and climbed above my navel. It unimaginably ached. I attempted to move a little and adjust its position.

Debra was aware of my condition and murmured, "Leave it to me."

Next, she carefully unzipped my fly. My member jolted up like a rocket. Even in the dark, I could see her staring at it wide eyed. She fondled it with both her hands and said, "Gosh, that is as big as the Statue Of Liberty. I had sex before, but this is by far the hugest!"

"Debra, now that you verified it is big, can we concentrate on the screen?"

"Not in a million years. The theater will continue showing the movie for weeks, and I am aroused like never before." She pulled my hand from her tits and inserted it under her skirt. Her panties were damped.

I asked, "What do you want to do?"

"We cannot fuck here, but you can finger me, and I'll blow you."

"Are you serious?"

Debra didn't bother answering. She bent on my lap and kissed the large mushroomed head. She was the first girl to touch my penis, and it was pleasant. She didn't waste time, and her lips opened widely to engulf my cock. It could barely fit into her mouth, but she shoved it inside and was able to accommodate about 3". My eyes were hypnotized at the erotic view, and my hand didn't move. She continued gradually taking more of my prick into her oral cavity as her hand pushed her panties to one side and led 2 of my fingers into her soaked pussy.

My clumsy try at fingering her resulted in rubbing her clitoris, and within seconds, Debra shook and began groaning over my swollen dick. Her muffled noise vibrated my sensitive member, and a short time later I was ready to shoot my stuff. I didn't have time to warn her. I tensed and erupted in her hot mouth. She tried to retreat but was unable due to the large helmet that blocked her from moving back. Debra coughed a little before recovering and swallowing as fast as she could. I was probably done in less than a minute, but it was my first oral, and it was like nothing I ever felt during the times I jacked off. I was elated! I rested back and watched her tongue licking and cleaning my junk.

When Debra finished, she smiled, "Did you like it?"

"I loved it. I didn't believe you'd do it in a public place."

"I did it for you. I wanted you to like me. Your dick is a real monster, but I like it. When can we have sex together?"

"Do you want to come to my house tomorrow after class?"

"Now that I sucked you, can I tell everybody we date?"

"If you want to do it, that's OK."

"Do you mind if I also told my friends that the rumor about your size is true?"

"I prefer you don't. Why do you wish to do it?"

"Because ALL my girlfriends know about the rumor, and each one of them was willing to kill in order to feel your humongous tool in their pussy. If I tell them I was about to fuck you, they'll be jealous of me."

I was surprised, "I thought girls were better than that. Are you saying girls prefer big dicks?"

"Don't underestimate yourself. You are tall, handsome, and a great swimmer too. However, your enormous penis is every girl's wet dream. So I'll be at your house tomorrow at 5 pm, OK?"

"Fine. Do you want me to buy condoms?"

"You don't have to do it. You haven't had sex with anybody yet, so you cannot have STD, and after my first sexual experience, my mother sent me to a gynecologist who inserted an IUD in my uterus."

Debra rang the doorbell at 5:10. She wore a long sleeved blouse and long pants. She looked much different than when we went to the movies. I introduced her to Mom.

Mom said, "Nice to meet you, Debra. My son has a good taste. Then she joked, "By the way, you look a little like me. Are you sure you are not my long lost daughter?..."

We laughed. If Mom only knew that it was the reason I chose Debra in the first place...

I guided Debra to my room. She walked around, checking my trophies on a long shelf and the posters on the wall. She commented, "I didn't know you were that good a swimmer. I like your U2 and The Eagles posters. Can we sit on the bed?"

"Sure." I put on soft music, and Debra hugged me, "I was anxious to see and feel you."

I disengaged and blurted, "We'll need to wait. Mom will probably knock on the door soon to ask if we want something to eat and drink."

As I finished talking, we heard Mom from across the door, "Guys, I don't wish to bother, but would you like a piece of cake and a soda?"

I smiled at Debra and whispered, "I told you." Then I asked her, "What drink you like?"

"Any soda will do: Coke, Sprite, whatever."

"Mom, 2 Cokes, please."

I saw on Debra's face that she was thrilled to be in my room. She sat nicely and faked interest in my hobbies, though her face suggested she was waiting for my mother to bring our cake and drinks before pouncing on me.

It was both exciting and a frightening thought. I liked that she found me attractive and wanted to have sex with me. However, I had no prior experience and had no idea how to start and what she liked in bed. I've read a little about sexual subjects, mainly about positions and men's fantasies, but how was I supposed to know what she liked?

Next, Mom brought the food and left. Debra ignored it. She hugged me, closed her eyes, and pouted her lips, waiting for me to kiss her. I kissed her lips gingerly.

She opened her eyes, "Dean, you can do better than that."

I kissed her harder, and her lips parted mine. Soon we were French kissing. I felt her hands pulling my shirt out of my pants. Then her fingers fumbled with my buttons. Our prolonged kissing continued, and her expert hands removed my shirt from my shoulders. She gazed at my shaved chest and said, "Your pectorals look great, but why did you shave your chest?"

I chuckled, "The smoother the skin, the better the results in the water."

"I love hairy chest, but it'll do. Would you like to see my breasts?"

I blushed, "Yes, of course."

She stood up and slowly removed her blouse. The pink silky bra seemed too small for her ample boobs, which protruded in all directions. Then she unclasped her bra and let it fall on the carpet. I gasped. Her massive tits sagged somewhat, but were everything I hoped for: Large, round, creamy with darker areolas and pointy nipples. I ogled them as my boner tented my pants.

Debra noticed my rapidly stiffening cock and grinned, "I see you like them. Take off your pants and underwear. I want to feel your beast inside me."

I opened the zipper, and my pants landed on the rug. Then I removed my tented briefs. My 9" erect pole pointed upward. Debra's eyes explored it for a moment, and then she murmured, "Geez, Dean, that is as perfect as they come. I am getting wet just watching it. I need to make sure my pussy can handle such a size. Lay on your back, and I'll ride you."

I was happy to oblige: She took the initiative, and I didn't have to embarrass myself. I could learn how to do things next time. As she cautiously crouched on my skyward directed rod, I watched her amazing tits sway mildly back and forth. Her vagina was tight, but her juices coated the walls nicely, and the progress went smoothly. Debra continued descending on my organ until it disappeared completely inside her cunt. She gave me a victory smile, and said, "You are so huge, I feel you up to my throat!"

Debra didn't wait for my reaction and started riding my cock. Her torso extended back, and her mammaries bounced wildly on her chest. I cupped both boobs and tweaked them. Then her movements turned faster up and down, as well as back and forth. I could hear her breathing accelerate, and a couple of minutes later, her body tensed and then shivered violently as she underwent an orgasm. My own climax was pending too. I used my right hand fingers to pinch her left nipple and shifted my left to the area where I knew her clitoris was supposed to be located. She screamed loudly and moved erratically on top of me. I went over the edge immediately after, flooding her womb with gallons of my spunk. My pecker remained hard after ejaculation, and I continued countering Debra's galloping. Her screams were music to my ears, but I was concerned Mom would hear us. Slowly my cock began deflating and 2 minutes later, I helped Debra roll to my side. Her eyes were shut for 20 minutes before opening.

She mumbled, "Dean, that was awesome! Your massive dick pounded my pussy so good!... I feel the urge to fuck you again. How much time your cock needs to recover and rise again for an encore?"

I giggled, "No more than 10 minutes, but I think it's better to enjoy our food and drink, and do it next time. You made so much noise, that I want to verify Mom didn't hear us."

I saw the disappointment on her face, "OK. When do you wish to see me again? Can I come to your place tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately, tomorrow afternoon I have a swim session, but the following day will be fine. When we meet, would you like to go to a good restaurant?"

She smiled, "Not really. I want you to fuck me..." We laughed, and Debra left soon after.

After she exited, I brought our plates and cups to the kitchen. Mom said, "Thank you. And one more thing: next time Debra is here and you guys are in the mood for hanky panky, give me a hint. I'll go to my room and close the door."

I knew my face was flushed, "Sorry, Mom. I didn't know she was a screamer."

"That's OK, but one more thing: Ensure she does not get pregnant..."

I laughed, "Taken care of."

Mom smiled, "I love you, Dean."

I whispered, "Mom, I love you more..."

She stared at me for a moment and disappeared into her bedroom.

The next day, during a break, I was chatting with 2 friends and saw Debra surrounded by many girls. She was talking about something enthusiastically and pointed in our direction. Was she telling them we began dating? I continued watching her and then pull a ruler and put her finger on the number 9. It was obvious she was happy to announce my penis was 9" when erect. Within seconds, the girls' eyes were on me with admired looks.

I was torn. On one hand, I was proud that girls found my manhood impressive, yet embarrassed for their attention; it was like being stripped naked in front of them...

I said nothing and continued talking with my friends as if nothing happened, but I was unhappy with Debra for talking about a confidential subject without getting my permission. I thought of a plan to teach her a lesson.

The following afternoon, before her arrival, I told Mom that Debra was on her way. She winked at me and said, "Tell you what; when she shows up, I'll go to my room. The two of you can go to the kitchen and take whatever you wish. I will not bother you."

I grinned, "Thanks Mom."

Debra arrived wearing a summery blouse that emphasized her fantastic rack and a short skirt. My cock stirred.

She smiled, "Is your mother at home?"

"She is in her room and won't disturb us. Do you want to eat something?"

"Yes. You!"

"Debra, I am serious."

"I am serious too..."

We barely entered my room, and Debra jumped on me, "I missed you. I am already aroused. Any idea what you can do to mitigate my constant itch?"

I stared into her eyes, "You ignored my request. As a punishment, I will fuck you, but on one condition: From now on you'll be my private slut."

She glanced at my face for a long time, and then mumbled, "OK."

"OK is not good enough. Tell me what will happen starting now."

She whispered, "I'll be your slut."

"You don't sound as if you are convinced that you'll enjoy it. It's better if you go home now, think about it, and if you really want to be my whore, call me." I stood up, pretending to accompany her to the door. She grabbed my arm, "Please, Dean, I don't have to think about it. I wish to be your slut. You'll fuck me whenever and however you want."

"Sounds much better. Undress, lay on your back, and spread your legs for me."

I hardly knew the theory and had never mounted a girl before, but I felt I needed to establish who's boss.

Unlike before, Debra removed all her clothes in a hurry, and, in no time, was on her back with her thighs wide apart. Her face displayed a mixture of fear and excitement. My penis knew my plan in advance and was at full mast already. I undressed leisurely, letting her eyes explore my member once more before jumping between her legs.

I rubbed the spongy head on her moist labia and blurted, "Since you are not a lover but a fucking whore, there is no need to waste time on foreplay. Take it!"

I penetrated her pussy in one massive shove and stayed there for a moment. Her breathing stopped, and then she whimpered. I began plowing her cunt, feeling her body jerk up each time my cockhead hit her cervix. My pace steadily increased, and the strokes became stronger. Pretty soon Debra's eyes rolled back in her head, and her torso convulsed uncontrollably. This time, her orgasm was much more powerful than the prior one. Her gargantuan breasts moved erratically from side to side. I kneaded them savagely, tantalizing her sensitive nipples. My climax was closing fast. I intensified my drilling and hissed, "Slut, is this how you want me to fuck your dirty pussy?"

For several seconds she cried, and then she screamed, "YEEESSSS! I LOOVE WHAT YOU DOOO. GOD, I AAAM DYIIING..."

I inserted my thumb into her mouth to lessen her noise, and howled, "FUCK YOU!" and dumped my load deep in her tortured vagina. When I was done, I lay by her side and relaxed. I watched her chest movements gradually return to normal. After what felt like a full hour, Debra looked in my direction and murmured, "That was the wildest sexual intercourse I ever experienced. I was totally out much of the time and remember very little, except that I feel wonderful..."

"Good to know you enjoyed it, but you are not done yet. Isn't a slut supposed to clean everything after?"

She giggled, "Yes, sir. Of course." She leaned on my shriveling organ and licked thoroughly both my sack and my cock. Then she hugged me and whispered, "Dean, you claimed not to have prior experience. How have you become such a sexual master?"

I kissed her forehead and said, "I watched you not only telling your girlfriends we had sex, but you described my size as well. Did it occur to you that you had to GET my permission BEFORE discussing my body parts with others?"

She whispered, "I am sorry. I was so happy dating you and the wonderful sex, that I wasn't thinking..."

"Not good enough. So from now on, instead of being my 'girl,' you'll be my whore. Only a slut goes and tells such private information to the whole world. If you secretly divulge it to your best friend, I'd understand, but to tell everybody? Unacceptable. Now leave and come back on Thursday at 5:30."

Debra's face looked like she was about to cry, but she didn't. She left without a kiss or saying goodbye.

The next day, as the break started, I saw Debra rushing to one of the corners. I strolled toward the corner from another direction, so nobody saw me approaching. I stopped nearby and bent down, pretending to tie my shoelaces. I heard Debra crying to one of her girlfriends, "You don't understand. I love him, but all of a sudden he despises me, and I have no idea what to do."

Her friend said, "Debra, if he became such a jerk after having sex with you, you better say goodbye."

Debra whimpered, "I can't. Sex with him is heavenly. I'll never find somebody like him again."

"Eventually you'll find another guy with a big dick."

"Initially, I was attracted to him because of his size, but he is more than that. He knows how to use it and has found out my weakness. He realized I am submissive, and I am concerned he is going to abuse it."

"Honey, I have another idea. Tell him Fred asked you to go out with him. Perhaps it will make him jealous and think twice before torturing you emotionally."

"Are you talking about Fred, the big basketball player who's a year older?"

"That's the guy."

"I was just told he was gay."

"True, but you heard it only yesterday. Nobody heard the rumor yet."

"I'll try, but what if he gets mad and leaves me?"

"In that case, he doesn't care about you, and you'll be better without him."

Debra started crying again, and I moved away.

Thursday afternoon, Debra knocked on the door on time. She had on a floral blouse and a skirt, and looked cheerful. She saw Mom in the kitchen and said hi. My mother asked if we were interested in grabbing something before we went to my room, because she planned to read a book. I said, "No Mom, thanks. If we become hungry, we'll take it later." She smiled, walked to her bedroom, and closed the door behind her.

Debra followed me to my room. We sat on the bed and I turned to her, "Would you like to play a video game, a board game, checkers?"

She grinned, "Dean, you know exactly what I want. The question is what do YOU want?"

"Like you, I'll be happy to have sex, but my question is whether you like to do anything else besides fuck."

She stared at her shoes and mumbled, "Frankly, I love our sex more than anything else..."

"I get the message. Well girlie, let's undress and do it. Have you ever done it doggy-style?"

She glanced at me with a grin, "Yes, I did. It was different but fun."

"Good. So once you are naked, get on all 4 on the soft rug."

We undressed quietly as my eyes were hypnotized by her jiggling jugs. She noticed me ogling her tits and smiled, "I see you still like my big girls."

"Yes, I do."

She rested on her knees and elbows and glanced at my face. I placed a large pillow under her face and knelt before her. I didn't have to say anything. Her mouth opened and enveloped my shaft. She began sucking it hungrily. I tweaked her bouncing tits for a while until my prick got steely-hard. I pulled it from her reluctant mouth and moved behind her. I gently spread her knees and let my penis slide along her crack. Once her juices adequately coated my organ, I started inserting it into her open snatch. Unlike before, I advanced slowly, feeling her tight pussy cave to my stiff wand and gradually widen around it. Debra's face was buried in the pillow but I could hear her groan. When My sack met her labia, I bent on her back and blurted, "Be ready for a ride, girl."

She whispered into the pillow, "I want it fast and rough, please."

Subsequently, I began ramming it fast and furious deep into her cunt. She lasted only 2 minutes before her screams echoed in the room. Her body trembled, and her vagina spasmed on my cock, milking it periodically. I squeezed her breasts and whispered in her ear, "Is this what a slut like you want?"

She lifted her head and screamed, "Yeees, maaster. Very muuuch..."

I fucked her harder, wetted my forefinger and shoved it into her puckered hole. Her screams turned louder and deafening. She was completely out of it. As I was fingering her anus, I saw in the crack under the door a moving shadow. Since it was too early for Dad to come home, it was clear Mom was behind the door. I watched the shadow, and noticed it stopped moving. Mom stood there, listening to us!...

Well, if she was interested, I'd give her something to remember. I asked Debra loudly, "Did you have enough? Shall I stop now?"

She cried, "Doon't stop, pleease, your giant dick feeeels so good iin my puuussy..."

"Girl, it's time to take it to the next level." Then my other hand moved from her swaying tit to her clitoris, and roughed it, while my pounding rhythm intensified further.

Debra's shaking increased, and her screams turned back to soft whimpers. I noticed the shadow moved slightly behind the door. Knowing Mom was listening to our sexual act was the last trigger I needed; I exploded deep inside Debra's tunnel with a wild growl.

Seconds later the shadow disappeared. I landed on the carpet and helped Debra lay down as well.

We rested for a long time before she opened her eyes. Her upper body rose, and she kissed me. She gazed lovingly into my eyes and said, "You were amazing, you know that?"

I laughed, "Sex with you is very pleasurable. Pity you are not interested in anything else."

She murmured, "You feel so good inside me, that I do not need anything else..."

I said nothing. I knew I did not love her. Sex was great, especially since everything was still new and exciting, but not having anything else in common was a problem. Debra left shortly after, claiming she promised to help her Mom decorate a cake.

After she exited, I recalled seeing Mom's shadow and wondered what she was doing there. Did she want to verify we enjoyed our sex? Did she try to compare our sex with her experience with Dad?...​