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Falling in Love with Mom

Falling in Love with Mom

I guess like most boys, Mom was my first true love, and since we were always close, I just never forgot about those feelings completely. It also didn’t help that Mom is one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. Growing up, hearing my friends talk about how hot my mom was, it sometimes became hard to think of her as my mother. When I reached puberty, many nights were spent beating off under the sheets to thoughts of Mom’s thick, blonde hair; pretty face; creamy complexion; large breasts; and tight, athletic body. Through all of high school, no girl could make me forget my feelings for Mom. All I wanted to do was shove my cock inside my mom’s glorious pussy and feel her mouth wrapped around my dick. I was going insane!

Then during my senior year, Mom and Dad split which left my mom and I all alone. At first, my mother became very depressed and hardly ever left the house, thinking that she was not beautiful and would never be loved again. That’s when I decided to take action! I stopped hanging out with friends and dating girls who would never be half the woman that my mom was and instead devoted my time to my mother; taking her to movies, out to eat, even dancing. My mother seemed to appreciate the attention, and I just loved spending time with the one woman I loved more than anybody on the planet. Almost as soon as I began to spend so much time with Mom, she transformed from a simple housewife who usually wore sweaters and jeans to a sexier, more active person who wore skirts, shorts, and tank tops. (She looked fantastic both ways!) I began complementing her clothing and hairstyles and I noticed how much it made her smile. I later came to find that my dad had never been much for compliments or romance.

So that whole senior year, Mom and I spent almost every night out doing something, and before too long we become more than just mother and son, but best friends. We could talk to each other about anything, and we did. There was nothing that made me happier than to just cuddle close to my mother in the living room talking for hours. I would sit there holding her, looking at her sexy body in a pair of cut-offs and a tight T-shirt and want nothing more than to just pull her close to me, kiss her deeply, and tell her how much I really loved her.

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