I, Josh, grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. We lived in a large house by the lake with a private beachfront. There was nothing I asked for that I didn't get within days: A bicycle, a PlayStation, the newest smartphone, and even a car. In elementary school, 80% of the parties were on our property. Everybody knew that they'd have the best food and entertainment at my house. In high school, I was more selective of the friends I wished to be seen with, but we still spent a lot of our free time in my spacious room. Mom used to knock on the door, smile at us, and ask what we wanted to eat or drink. My friends weren't shy and ordered juice, soda, coffee, cookies, snacks - you get the picture. We had it all and plenty.
Dad, George, was hardly at home. As a rich industrialist, he spent most of his time at work, getting richer by the day. I hardly knew my father. He was too busy outside the house. At times, he ate dinner with us and tried to show interest in my studies and hobbies, but when I became a senior in high school, his interests waned further.
Mom was a homemaker. She loved to cook and prepared most of the meals herself, even though we had 2 'helpers' who did the cleaning, gardening, laundry, and everything else needed around the house. Unlike Dad, my mother was much warmer and showed her love for me a lot. She kissed me before I left for school and when I returned, helped me prepare for exams, drove me to after-school activities, and was there for me when she noticed I was upset.
My 18th birthday was a big event: Mom and Dad were present, as were 30 of my classmates and friends. A known band played their instruments for us, and bottomless food and drinks were served.
During the party, my best friend, Art, caught me when I was alone and asked me an unusual question, "Josh, now that I see both your mother and father, I wonder who you look like. I mean, you look very different than your mother and father. Were you adopted?"
"Are you nuts?"
He laughed. We soon forgot about it and talked about the latest NFL results. However, later, when I was in bed, I remembered Art's question. I thought about it and realized he may have been right: I was 6'2", 183 pounds, with dark skin. Unlike me, Dad was 5'7", with pale skin. Mom was 5'5" with white skin. Something didn't fit...
The following weekend, I ate breakfast with Mom and asked her about our so different appearances. She hesitated and then said, "I should have told you this before, but I was afraid your relationship with George would change. I decided to delay talking about it as long as I could. Your biological father is a guy by the name of Gabriel. You are a carbon copy of him when he was your age. Gabriel was a handsome guy with whom I fell in love. We had unprotected sex when I was 18, and soon after I got pregnant. He was not ready to get married and insisted I get an abortion. I refused, and he disappeared. I never heard from him since and have no idea where he is now. I met George when I was 4 months pregnant. He was 11 years older than me and not very attractive physically, but he was a good man and very rich. He agreed to marry me despite carrying somebody else's child in my body. I was very pretty, and I thought he wanted me as his trophy wife. In short, I married him when I was 7 months pregnant with you, and the rest is history."
She gazed at me and mumbled, "Honey, I hope you are not too upset that I kept it until today."
"I am not upset. I am surprised I didn't think about it before despite the way we look."
"Josh dear, the important thing is George loves you as if you were his own son."
I smirked, "Mom, I guess he loves you and me the same - He is never home and thinks his money buys us happiness."
Mom's pretty face grimaced, "Please, honey, he is doing his best. George is very busy growing his factory and has to deal with multiple issues daily."
I looked at Mom. Actually, it was the first time I really saw her as a person and not as 'Mom.' She was still pretty. A couple of wrinkles, but a very cute face. Her shoulder-length, wavy, blonde hair framed nicely her attractive face. Her figure was voluptuous with an impressive rack, a narrow waist, and slightly wide hips. In her clothes, she looked as gorgeous as any of the girls in porno magazines.
In the past, I dated 2 girls, each one for about 3 months. Both looked good, but I was more interested in being seen with them than doing anything physical. We went to movies and attended parties together but never tried more than light kissing.
The discovery that my mother was a beauty hit me like a brick. The same night, I dreamt we started going out together, and she confessed she loved me more than just as a son. I woke up with a raging erection and masturbated in the bathroom.
In the following days, I tried to behave normally, but it was very difficult: Whenever I was home, Mom liked being nearby. Her angelic face and busty figure haunted me. Once, when she was out, I went to her room and explored her drawers. Most of her bras were the soft type with only 2 padded ones. All were D-cups or DD-cups. Her panties were mostly low-cut and matched the material and color of the bras in the other drawer. I smelled them. It was a faint floral odor. Later, I checked her soiled panties in the laundry basket. They smelled musky and... intoxicating.
What can I say - I became obsessed with Mom. The love for a mother turned into an attraction toward a beautiful woman. I was at an age of raging hormones, and my feelings toward Mom tormented me immensely. It was tough to concentrate on anything during the days, and frequently, I had wet dreams about her during the nights.
Mom noticed I started behaving differently, and one evening, she knocked on my door and asked to talk to me.
I was in bed, reading an article on my computer. She sat on the bed's edge and inquired what was going on. In the past, I told her everything I had on my mind, but this time, I hesitated.
She watched my face and blurted, "Honey, I love you too much to ignore that you are struggling with something important. Please, tell me what the problem is."
"Let's leave it. Perhaps later."
She touched my hand and begged, "I first noticed it more than a week ago, and I do not see a change. Don't you trust me? What is it?"
"Mom, I can't..."
"Don't you love me anymore?"
I couldn't hold it and burst, "The problem is that I love you TOO MUCH..."
"What are you saying?"
"It's no longer loving you as my mother. It's loving you as a very attractive woman."
Her hand caressed my arm gently, "Josh darling, Oedipus Complex is a common phenomenon at your age. You may experience 'love' for me, your teacher, or the librarian. It's not a true love but something I call hormonal obsession."
"Mom, I've read the theory and tried to focus on other subjects, but to no avail."
"It's time you date a girl your age, and the emotions associated with the new relationship will make you forget about your obsession with me."
"Mom, I love YOU!"
"Honey, what do you expect me to say?"
"I don't know, but I think about you all the time and cannot concentrate on my studies, sports, or my friends."
I saw tears in her eyes. I hugged her and whispered, "Sorry, Mom. I didn't want to upset you, but you forced me to admit it."
"Darling, I am not upset. I am confused..."
I stared at her pretty face quizzingly. She lowered her eyes and mumbled, "Josh, I fell in love with your biological father because he was very handsome. You are an exact copy of him..."
"Are you trying to say your feelings toward me are more than loving a son?"
"As I said, I am very confused and have become very emotional lately."
I hugged Mom tighter and whispered, "We are both confused now. Can we talk about the subject again tomorrow?"
She said, "It's a good idea. Let me go and prepare dinner."
She rushed outside. I suspected Mom had another reason to leave the room. I recalled while hugging her, I smelled her hair and felt her soft breasts pressing against me. My penis hardened in my pants.
During the dinner, we barely talked. Both snuck peeks at each other and smiled when it happened at the same time. After the meal, I went to my room and got busy on my computer until it was time to go to sleep.
During the night, I dreamt Mom came to my room and confessed she agreed with me it was time to take it to the next level. I was on cloud 9. However, in the morning, when I woke up, I found a note on my dresser, "Honey, sorry, but I cannot in good conscience enter into an incestual relationship. But I do love you more than you know. Mom."
I felt terrible. Not only was my desired outcome no longer in the cards, but my secret was now in the open, and there was no way back. It hurt. Hurt badly all day, and I could not focus on anything else. For the next 2 days, I was like a zombie.
At school, in one of the breaks, Mona approached me. She was a classmate who tried to get my attention a couple of times before. She was a cute girl who resembled Mom somewhat. Both were 5'5", about 130 pounds, with blonde hair and blue eyes, though Mona's hair was slightly longer and the breasts smaller.
Mona said, "Josh, something happened to you. Do you wish to talk about it?"
I gazed at her blurry-eyed, and the Mom-like appearance caught my eyes. Rather than answering her question, I blurted, "Do you want to go on a date?"
She was momentarily stunned and then smiled, "I would like it very much."
"I'll talk to you after school."
the following hours passed with me being lightheaded, and my mind in absentia. I completely forgot what I told Mona. Only when I saw her coming in my direction, I remembered everything. She smiled at me, "Josh, I have been fond of you for quite some time now. What made you ask me out now?"
I lied, "I was too nervous to approach you."
She took my hand in hers, "Silly goose, I would have said yes."
We went to Panera and had a soup and sandwich together. I asked about her interests and hobbies. Her response included using social media, dancing, old French movies, and reading romantic novels. Neither of her favorite things was on my list. I asked if she cared to visit my house the next day. She agreed.
The following afternoon, when I drove home, Mona joined me. I introduced her to Mom, "This is Mona. She is my classmate. I asked her out, and she agreed."
Mom had a strange smile. She extended her arm to Mona and said politely, "Nice to meet you. Would you like to drink or eat something?"
Mona chuckled, "Juice or soda will be nice."
We sat in my room side by side and gossiped about our teachers and other students. Mom brought the cold drinks and left the room. I closed the door behind her. Mona grinned, "Did you lock the door because you wish to kiss me?"
"Yes."
"OK..."
I kissed her lips lightly. She parted her lips and invaded my mouth with her tongue. Her hands hugged my chest, and her covered tits pushed against me. I hugged her, too. Her mouth disengaged from mine, and she whispered, "You can touch if you want..."
My hand caressed the blouse over her chest, and she arched her back, crushing her mammaries into me. Mona murmured, "You can do it under my clothes."
As my hand penetrated under her blouse, touching her soft skin, my dick began rising. Her breathing accelerated, and her tiny palm started rubbing my covered pecker. My fingers trailed her chest, lifted the bra above her perky breasts, and massaged them tenderly. Mona's pulse shot up, and she mumbled, "Josh, your magic hand made me horny. If you want me, I am ready..."
I didn't expect her to agree to have sex on our first date. Mona was not only agreeable but the one who suggested it!
She undressed slowly, wanting me to watch her striptease show. When she was naked, I looked admiringly at her body. It was really beautiful. Her C-cup breasts were perky, firm, and with large pink areolas and pointy darker nipples. Her abdomen was muscular, and her mound was completely shaved. My tumescent organ was rock-hard and ready for action. I removed my clothes and stood before her, letting her eyes inspect my body. She smiled, "You are a real hunk. Handsome face, broad shoulders, hairy chest, good muscles, a fantastic 6-pack, and... a huge cock. Josh, I am very wet already..."
We lay on my queen-size bed and touched each other. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow moving under the door. Mom was outside...
Before I told Mom about my feelings for her, if I knew Mom was around, I would have tried to be as quiet as possible. However, now, I was frustrated and even felt betrayed. I said loudly to Mona, "I like your luscious lips. Have you used them on a cock before?"
She grinned, "A couple of times."
"Show me."
Her head bent on my member, and her lips engulfed my rod. She began bobbing on it, sucking it like a powerful Dyson. The shadow outside the door was still there. I moaned and blurted, "Girl, you are a great cocksucker. That's enough for now. I want a sexual intercourse."
Mona reluctantly let my stiff organ leave her mouth and lay on her back with her face reddish. I spread her legs, knelt between them, aimed the spongy head into the entrance, and gingerly invaded her tight pussy. She groaned and mumbled, "Josh, you are so big... Fuck me."
I began drilling her cunt, gradually increasing the power and pace. She lasted 3 minutes. Then her torso shivered, and she started whimpering.
The shadow under the door was now jiggling rhythmically. Mom, really?...
I plowed Mona's body faster and asked menacingly, "Bitch, is this what you want?"
"Yees... It's sooo good. I loove it."
Her tits bounced wildly before my eyes. I tweaked them and pinched her nipples. Mona started screaming. I leaned down, and French kissed her, muffling her noise. Watching Mona's climax and knowing Mom was just outside the door took me over the edge. I came deep inside her womb with a loud growl.
Seconds later, the shadow disappeared.
Mona hugged me and murmured, "You were wonderful."
"Mona, your body is gorgeous, and I loved our sex as well."
Shortly after, I drove her home.
When I returned to my house, I saw Mom in front of the TV. She said, "Mona looks like a nice girl."
I glanced at her, "Mom, I saw your shadow under the door when we had sex. Did you enjoy yourself?"
She became pale, "Honey, what are you saying?..."
"Mom, I love you. The reason I chose HER is because she reminded me of you. You heard that she gave me head, and later, I fucked her. What you may not know is that while doing all of that, I saw YOUR face before me..."
Mom almost choked. She whispered, "You are cruel. You know I love you, and you do this to hurt me."
"Can't you get it through your head that I'd rather do it with you?"
"Honey, I can't. You are my son..."
I couldn't take it anymore and moved slowly in her direction. Her eyes followed my steps, but she didn't move. I hugged her tenderly, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips.
She moaned, and her lips pressed against mine. Then she tried to disengage, but I kept her in my arms, "Mom, stop fighting. We want the same thing. It doesn't matter that we are related by blood. We are 2 adults who love and feel attraction toward each other."
"Darling, if we do it, there is no way back. My body aches for you, but my mind shouts, 'Don't do it!"
"Please... I need you."
She pushed me hard and left the room with tears in her eyes.
In the next 2 weeks, I met Mona almost every day. We saw a movie once and went to restaurants twice, but most of the time, we had sex in my room. A couple of times, I noticed the shadow under the door again, but these times, Mom left early and did not stay until we orgasmed.
I got tired of Mona 3 weeks after we began dating. The sex was good, but she was obsessed with her phone, and except for times we were on the bed, her social media contacts were always on her mind. I tried to separate amicably, telling her I liked her and that sex with her was the best I ever had, but she cried, "Josh, I love you. It is not fair..."
That evening, I told Mom I dumped Mona. Mom hugged me and said, "Don't worry, you'll find another girl."
"I don't want another girl. I want you."
"Honey, you are breaking my heart. Please, don't do it."
I couldn't stop thinking about Mom, and I began slipping. My scores in college decreased precipitously. Before, I was a straight-A student. And these days, my average went down to B-. Mom noticed the change and offered to help me before my exams, but I refused. In the following quarter, my average score was exactly C. There was a significant risk I wouldn't be able to continue to the next level.
Dad was not aware of anything, and like before, we hardly saw him around.
One evening, Mom came to my room red-eyed, and said, "Josh, we need to talk." I didn't answer.
"You cannot continue like that. Don't you see your future is on the line?"
"I don't care."
"You are young, and all your life is ahead. Unless you concentrate on your studies, you'll never be able to become an engineer."
"Mom, I told you; everywhere I go, I see you in front of me, and I cannot focus on anything else."
"... will it be better if I give in to your demands?..."
"I am sure it will help."
"...I'll do it..."
"Mom, are you serious?"
"My convictions are important. However, my love for you is much more. My brain is still fighting, but I cannot allow my son to destroy his life on my account."
"May I kiss you?"
"Yees..."
I gazed at her full lips and kissed them gently, savoring her taste. She groaned. I kissed her longer, and she slowly spread her lips, allowing me to invade her oral cavity. As I imagined, it was warm and sweet in there. I licked her palate and tangled briefly with her tongue.
Mom sighed and pressed her body into me. Her big boobs felt amazing, and I whispered, "I often dreamt about feeling your breasts. May I?"
She didn't answer but pushed her chest harder into me.
My palm trailed toward her massive orbs at a snail's pace. When I touched the covered tits, Mom gasped. I massaged the blouse, feeling her warmth underneath. Her lips latched to mine, and she French-kissed me.
I kneaded her large tit harder, and she moaned in my mouth. I began unbuttoning her blouse and felt her respiration turn shallow. After the first 3 buttons, her soft bra was revealed. The hard nipples poked through the material and were clearly visible. I pinched one lightly, and she shrieked. Mom whispered, "Honey, my nipples are very sensitive..."
I slowly peeled the blouse off her shoulders and glanced at her chest. The skin was smooth and pale. The humongous tits were barely contained inside her big-sized bra. Next, I kissed and then sucked on her covered nipple.
Mom trembled and whispered, "Please..."
I wasn't sure what she meant by it and decided to proceed. My hands fumbled behind her back and, seconds later, unclasped her bra. It flew forward, releasing her jugs. I stared in awe at the mountains I had seen so many times in my fantasies. They sagged somewhat, but the nipples protruded forward as if challenging me to say anything negative about them. "Mom, your tits are the most amazing things I've ever seen."
She whispered jokingly, "More than Mona's?..."
"Are you kidding? I'll take yours at any time!" I bent, licked, and kissed the pointy nipples one after the other.
Mom's hand caressed my hair, "Honey, I love you so much. I wanted to feel your lips on my tits since the first day you talked to me about your feelings, but I just couldn't do it..."
"Mom, it's all in the past now. We are together at last. I wish to see and touch all of you."
She looked at me lovingly, "I know. My hands ache, wishing to trail your body, too."
I stood up and slowly undressed before Mom. Her eyes inspected my body, and she grinned, "I can't believe it; you are so handsome, and your body is perfect. How can it be that you came out of me?..."
I kissed her, "Because YOU are perfect!"
She removed her skirt and then her panties, all the time watching my eyes to see my reaction. I ogled her unabashedly, and my eyes brightened. "Mom, your body is everything I hoped it would be and more."
I knelt before her, looked at her trimmed, dirty blonde bush, and sniffed her aroma. Apparently, she showered before coming to my room because the smell was a mixture of floral soap with the musky odor of her fresh nectar. I licked her moist labia and groaned, "I love your smell and taste. It's the best dinner ever."
She grinned, "Thank you, darling. I was afraid you'd hate it and never come near me again."
"I simply love it, and I love you." I licked her swollen clitoris, and she quivered, "Honey, that's enough. I am too aroused for playing oral. Let's go to bed."
She lay on her back, parted her knees, and pulled me on top of her. I kissed her tenderly and asked, "Would you prefer I make love to you or fuck you?"
She smiled mischievously and said, "I know that the proper answer would be to make love. However, the last time I had a satisfactory sexual encounter was years ago, and I am very hungry..."
"Say no more, Mom."
I positioned myself against her exposed opening and blurted, "You want it? Push it in yourself!"
She chortled, "Yes, sir..." Her small palm grabbed my 7.5 inches and directed it into her snatch. It penetrated easily through her drenched canal. Once I was all the way in, I said, "Get ready for a roller coaster." She grimaced and grasped my ass cheeks.
I started gingerly, and gradually accelerated my strokes. Mom held tight for only a couple of minutes before reaching her climax. Her mild shaking turned wild soon after. Mom's pulse was 120 beats per minute, and her breathing was labored. I intensified my ramming into her pussy, and was transfixed by her massive mammaries jiggling from side to side. Mom's mouth opened, and she started screaming, "Yes, honeey, YEESS! Fuck me haaarder, pleeease!..."
Next, I shifted to the highest gear and plowed her soft body mercilessly. Mom was crying her heart out. I was elated... By now, my orgasm was pending, and I blurted, "Love, I am about to flood your pussy with my seed."
Did she hear me saying it? I didn't really care and erupted in her vagina with 6 powerful jets. After cumming, my prick refused to shrivel, and I continued my drilling into her, tweaking her heavenly tits. Mom didn't stop screaming until I began slowing down and eventually dislodged my gradually deflating organ.
I rested by her side, watching her sweaty body slowly return to normal. Her respiration normalized after several minutes, and she opened her eyes. She glanced at me and mumbled, "Honey, sex with you is like being in an earthquake. I was shaking uncontrollably and heard myself screaming without the ability to stop. I prayed I'd survive the enjoyable, turbulent experience. You were absolutely amazing. I think I am charged for a week at least."
I kissed her and said, "Mom, if you think I intend to wait a week for the next time I touch your body, you can forget it. You are too sexy!"
She laughed, "Josh dear, I have to go to the bathroom. We'll discuss it when I am back."
Mom returned 15 minutes later. Her face was flushed, and her eyes glistened, "Honey, how long a break you need to regain an erection and ravage my body again?"
I lifted the thin blanket, showing her my cock was already at full mast.
