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- Mother Incest 1: Turned Mom Into An 18-Year-Old Vixen
- Mother Incest 2: Hypnotized Mom To Fuck Me Instead Of Dad
- Mother Incest 3: Fucking My Two Mothers
- Mother Incest 4: Fucking Mom Right Behind Dad's Back
- Mother Incest 5: Knocked Up My 40-Year-Old Mother
- Mother Incest 6: Mom Gave Me A Free Use Card For My Birthday
- Mother Incest 7: Hacked Into Mom's Computer & Found Her Only Fans
- Mother Incest 8: Punishing My Mother With My Big Dick
Yes, I was one of those lucky bastards. Not only did I have two mothers, but they were both as fucking hot as could possibly be.
Ever since turning 18, I'd been jerking it to just the thought of them. Stealing their panties, peeking glimpses of their sexy, naked bodies, whatever I could do to get myself off to them.
But now that I was of age, they wanted to...teach me what it meant to be a man...
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Yes, I was one of those lucky bastards. Not only did I have two mothers, but they were both as fucking hot as could possibly be.
Ever since turning 18, I'd been jerking it to just the thought of them. Stealing their panties, peeking glimpses of their sexy, naked bodies, whatever I could do to get myself off to them.
But now that I was of age, they wanted to...teach me what it meant to be a man...
I couldn't believe it when my original mother - Marie - sat down beside me as I was getting ready for bed and told me that her and Helen had had a deep conversation about what to do with me - my budding sexuality, that was.
"What do you mean?" I shook my head, my heart thundering in my chest.
Marie-mom was a tall, busty lady of no more than 36. She'd had me the moment she turned 18 herself. The woman she'd married - Helen - was an older gal who fit the mother mantle much better.
READ MOREWe all shared a close relationship and I didn't care that I didn't have a father figure.
But Marie-mom admitted that they'd caught me getting into their dirty hamper and sniffing their panties. I blushed furiously, but she promised me that they weren't angry with me. In fact, just the opposite. She explained that they believed that it was because I didn't have a father-figure influence that I was acting out like that.
The entire time mom was talking about my panty-sniffing habit, I was blushing so furiously my face must've looked sunburnt.
"That's why we're offering our cream-filled panties to you." She pulled out two baggies - one with her name on it and one with Helen's. "We think it's healthy that a young, 18-year-old growing boy like yourself experience the scent of the opposite sex."
I took the baggies with shaky hands.
"Go on, honey...take them out and sniff them. Compare our scents. We both masturbated fiercely in them just for you."
This had to be a lark. Was this real? Mom wanted to see me sniffing their panties?
Fuck...
My hands were so shaky that I could barely open the baggies. I pulled Marie-mom's panties out first. She wasn't kidding! They weren't just full of her grool - but they were fresh - like she'd just masturbated in them.
"Put them to your nose..." She whispered softly, her hand creeping toward the bulge under the sheet.
My god...having my mother watch me intently as I brought her dirty, filthy, cum-soaked panties to my nose as I sniffed them was a rush like no other.
"How do they smell?" She asked as she grasped my thick cock in her motherly fingers.
"Oh, they smell great!" I squeaked as my own mother started making moves on me.
That's when the door opened and Helen-mom came in.
"Now smell mine."
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