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Subject: {ASSM} Momma, My Second,  Ohhhhhh Momma (MF incest)
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Hi,

This is Part II of the above and is entitled: Momma, My Second, Ohhhhhh Momma

Living with Aunt Betsy, fucking her, attending classes and worrying if Mom 
knows that I live with and am fucking her sister, created some tension. My 
letters to Mom about school and a lie or two about where I lived went 
unanswered. So for the Thanksgiving Season I decided to go home for a visit. 
I called Mom on the phone to announce that I would be home Wednesday night 
quite late and would visit for several days. Our conversation was very short. 
Mom seemed distant - not cold - but not a happy camper.

I arrived at Mom's front door at 11:45 p.m., got a key out of the potted lily 
plant and let myself in. The house was quite dark but I groped my way toward 
my bedroom. As I passed Mom's room a stern voice came out of the pitch 
darkness, "Well I guess that hot bitch sister of mine has fucked your brains 
out, Gary. Believe you me we will talk about this in the morning. 

Man, my face was burning and my head swimming. I didn't utter a word because 
I didn't know what to say. What did Mom know? Did she know that I fucked 
Betsy at 3:30 PM. today and then once more standing up near the front door as 
I was leaving?
As I lay there I remembered the incredible fucking that had been taking place 
with my Aunt Betsy and pondered what Mom had said. What will she do? 
Nevertheless, my cock got harder than a brick and as I stroked it gently I 
could see Betsy's incredible ass and legs as she spread them and crooked her 
finger for me to dive in.

My room was very dark and as I rubbed my cock I thought I heard a movement of 
clothing or something. Then I was startled to feel the sheet being stripped 
away. In a flash I felt a body sitting astride my thighs, hands were 
massaging my stomach and chest and soon a pair of hot, wet lips were crushing 
my mouth and a tongue began flicking in my mouth. I heard Mom moan, "Oh my 
beautiful son, my fine stud. I have wanted your body so bad, ever since your 
Dad died. Oh God, it's wrong I know, but I must have you. Oh son, fuck your 
Mom."

The next sensation was a hot and wet pussy settling down on my cock and the 
ride began. I said ride - it was more like a storm. Her hands were all over 
my face and head, shoulders and arms. Her hips and thighs were thrusting her 
pussy up and down in a fury. In only 3-4 minutes she squealed, Oh God, Oh God 
I'm coming. Oh Goddddddddd." I felt the interior of her cunt twisting and 
writhing as she slowed her pace to allow her orgasm to flood over her body. 
Her voice was low and soothing, "Wonderful, wonderful. My first orgasm in 
over 4 years." And then there was another furious thrusting of her pussy up 
and down my shaft so that in another short period she had another orgasm. As 
she fell forward onto my body she whimpered and cooed but started humping 
again. Damn. She IS hot and in no time at all a third climax made her stiffen 
and groan like steam escaping from a valve and then collapse onto my chest.

I was too startled to concentrate and had not gotten off yet, but my hands 
started to explore. I found my own Mom had a nice full plump round figure 
too. Her tits were firm and round with long nipples. I took one in my mouth 
and she responded with moans of pleasure. God, I was fucking my Mom and I 
liked - by God, I liked it. God forgive me, I liked it. I pushed her over and 
worked to get on top. I reached for the cord for the blinds and opened them 
just a little and got some faint light from the street. Mom's eyes were 
closed and beneath me I saw an incredible figure that for most of the time 
was covered in drab and unflattering clothes that she wore as she worked in 
the school cafeteria.

Mom now opened her eyes and looked into my face, "Son, even before your Dad 
died 3 years ago, I wanted you. Remember when you were 15 and we were 
repairing the downstairs bathroom?  You remember how the back wall of the 
bath was removed and replaced with clear plastic? Well, when you would shower 
I would be in the dark hall looking through the plastic, know that you would 
jack off. Even though you were only 15 your cock was a good 8 inches. One 
night Dad was working the night shift and you were showering. You faced the 
plastic and you were jacking hard. I was rubbing my clit and when you shot 
your wad I climaxed too. We were within inches of each other. God it was so 
fucking hot. I watched you for over two weeks while the plastic was up and we 
got off together a dozen times and you didn't know. When the wall was 
repaired I could see your cock only when you were asleep or I would pass your 
room and sneak a peak at you undressing. God I kept getting hotter and 
hotter. Can you imagine how I felt when I thought you and Betsy were 
together?"

I couldn't listen any more. I guided my stiff cock into her pussy and began 
furiously pumping. She met my body and we locked arms and legs and fucked as 
if there would be no future. As soon as we both got off together we kept the 
pace, thrashing and humping, groaning and screaming. Man, my mother is a hot 
piece of pussy. Let me state that here and now. My affair with Aunt Reba was 
an exotic one. But this one - everything was more intense, more heated, more 
vigorous and sexually explosive. I'm sure that is because of the forbidden, 
taboo face of incest - especially with one's own mother. I was getting some 
hot and furious pussy. We got off two or three times and finally relaxed into 
a stupor.

Sleep came and we were gone to lama land until the sun came in on 
Thanksgiving morning. The smell of sex was heavy and wonderfully 
invigorating. I pulled up my cock and was positioning myself over Mom when 
she pushed me back saying, "Come on fuck stud. First let's get up, wash up 
and have a little sustenance before we wear all the skin off of that rod," 
which we did, but by 10 a.m. we were on the living room couch fucking and 
sucking, humping and pumping. Twice that day someone knocked at the front 
door, which we did not answer. All in all I counted 8 pieces of ass we each 
got over that 3 day holiday.

Upon returning to school it occurred to me that the pressure of being a 
sexual partner to two mature women, my Mom and her sister, could cause more 
problems than I could handle. At this point I did not know if Mom and her 
sister Betsy knew that I was fucking them; therefore, in separate 
notifications I told them that I was transferring from my college to the 
state university another 30-40 miles from home. Both, separately, argued for 
me to stay in place. After episodes of making the rational point that we 
could not keep up an incestuous affair indefinitely, they both, separately, 
agreed on my move.

By now I was nearing 20 years and in my new setting I concentrated on being a 
good student. I took to computer technology readily and I got a very good job 
with a large computer service company. I worked full time at college and part 
time company. The salary was good and soon I could afford to rent a very nice 
cottage in a nice residential neighborhood. School, work and income were 
wonderful but my love life was lousy. I couldn't connect with girls. When I 
did I compared them with Betsy or Mom and there was no competition. So I kept 
to myself.

After a few months I got used to being a longer. Then late one Friday evening 
my door bell rang. Even though I had on only silk pajamas I risked answering 
the door. As the door opened, there standing on the parch was Mom with a 
small suitcase. But it was Mom like I had never seen her. Her hair was short 
but fashionable. She had on a one piece dress that fit tightly and was very 
short. I was astonished at the curves. The dress was buttoned down the front 
and she had on high heels. Mom's tits were about 38D. The dress was sheer 
black cling silk-like material. It hugged her ass and tits like a second 
skin. The top of the dress was scooped at the neck and both tits were pushed 
up so they showed in the scoop. The material seemed transparent and I thought 
I saw her navel. It had been awhile since I last saw her and this new image 
of her was a shock to my mind and crotch. My cock grew instantly into its 
full upright and locked position. Her eyes were riveted on my cock. Without a 
word she stepped inside. She looked me in the eyes and slowly moved to me. 
She put her hands at my waist and getting closer she wrapped here arms around 
me and put both hands on my ass. With a kind of moan she kissed me on the 
lips and started tonguing me and grinding her pussy into my crotch. I had 
hoped this relationship was behind me but now that she was back everything 
seemed reduced again to smoldering sex. I started kissing back and my hands 
roamed over her body. In a moment Mom cupped my face in her hands, looked 
deeply into my eyes and said, "Come on Son, fuck your Mom. I haven't had a 
cock since you left. No one can be as good a lover as you."

End of Part II

Part III will be a resumption of the most pleasurable sex of my short happy 
life. 

Sincerely, Gary B.

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