You are such a good mother fucker - you make me a mommy again
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As I closed the door, you turned to me and said, "Please wait down here for about fifteen minutes. Then come upstairs. First though, give me a kiss. Carefully."

I wasn't sure what you meant by that, but I moved in and our lips met. We tasted each other's tongues, moaning. My hands grasped your butt through the pleats.

I began to raise the skirt, desperate to feel the garters.

You squirmed out of my grasp. "Baby! I said carefully! I have plans for you, and I can't be coerced into dropping them and doing you on the floor right here." You smiled up at me.

"Oh, so that's what that meant. Ok, I'll wait."

"It will be so worth it, I promise." You bit the side of your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at me coyly. I have no idea how I didn't take you right then.

You walked up the stairs. As you took each step, you thrust your hips out to each side, exaggerating your walk. You raised your skirt along the way. Near the top, you bent over straight-legged. Your panties were a g-string in back. Your ass was fully exposed. You slowly stood back up, turned and looked down the stairs at me. I think my mouth was wide open.

"Fifteen minutes, sweet baby boy. Don't be late," you said, smiling. And then you winked and walked away.

That was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I decided to go into my room and take off my tie and shirt. I put some some suspenders, so thankful I got the fancy option on those pants. I put on a white a-frame (I always hated it when people called them "wife-beaters" — those guys should be castrated, not have a piece of sexy clothing named after them), snapped the suspenders over my shoulders, and watched my alarm clock. Each second felt like a minute. Finally, the time was nigh.

I walked down the hallway, slowly. I knew this was a turning point in my life. I was about to get the woman I most wanted. I hoped that my performance was up to par. I knew it would be difficult not to come too soon. I was nervous, but so excited. It was every Christmas morning of my life all rolled into one moment.

As I entered your room, I noticed candles lit all over. The bed was turned down, and soft music was playing on the stereo. I couldn't see you anywhere.

"Mom? Are you in here?" I asked.

"Yes, baby, I am." You stepped out from behind the mirror. I almost dropped to my knees.

The dress was gone. You still had the garters on, but no panties at all. You had changed into a bustier that did not cover your breasts. They were completely perfect, lifted up and presented as the gifts to mankind they are.

Your hair was down now. You had applied some additional makeup, I wasn't sure what, but your features were darker, your eyes were bigger, and your lips were very red.

"Baby boy?"

"Yes, Mom."

"I want you to do something for me tonight." You looked at me intently.

"What is it?"

"For the rest of tonight, I don't want either of us to forget what our relationship really is. I'm not going to use your name. Every time I refer to you tonight, you're going to be my sweet baby boy, my son, the man I gave birth to eighteen years ago. I don't want us to forget that fact, in what we're about to do. No pretending that this is socially ok, that we're not related. We ARE related. I am your mother. And when you're deep inside me, I'm going to remind you of that, over and over, until you come inside the very woman who made you. Do you understand?"

"Oh God, Mom, you have to stop talking, please. I'm about to come, right now." I was shaking. I could not believe this was happening. I thought I was having a heart attack. My blood was some sort of thick oil, pushing through my arteries at glacial speed.

"Shhhh, baby." You walked up to me. "Shhhh, it's ok. Here, hug mommy. I'm going to take such good care of you. It's ok, relax." We hugged. You pulled my head down into your neck. I breathed in your perfume. Your nipples cut tiny little holes in my chest. I was totally lost in you.

"I love you, baby boy. I loved you the instant I learned I was pregnant with you. Every single day that has passed since then, I have loved you twice as much as the day before. You are the most special person in the world to me. If the world allowed it, I would be your wife. I know how you feel. I've known for years. A mother always knows. It has taken huge self-control not to give in to my own desires for you. I traveled so much to give us space, to be away from you and not so tempted all the time. Baby..." You stopped.

"What, Mom?"

"I've been in love with you since you were about fifteen. Your dad thought I was seeing someone else. That's what started all our fighting. He could tell I wasn't interested in him anymore. I couldn't tell him it was you. I couldn't tell anyone...until now. It was so wrong. I mean, not only were you underage, you were my own son! I felt...sick! But the truth is, I am totally in love with you. I am so proud of every single thing you do, all the nice things you do for me, for your friends...for Mrs. Cuttle..." She teased, smiling.

"Mom, you're the light of my life. I would marry you too, if I could."

"I know, baby. Since we can't do that, let's consummate our love anyway. Only we will know."

"Mom, I have to know something first." I was afraid to ask, but the question had to be answered.

"What, baby love?"

"Is this a one-time thing? I mean, it's ok if it is, but I need to know so that I don't get disappointed tomorrow, or next week...you know what I mean?" I looked right in her eyes, an extremely difficult thing to do with those breasts right in front of me.

"Baby, look at them. It's ok, stare all you like. We can totally talk while you look at my body. I want you to." She held my held with her hands and aimed my eyes at her chest. She lifted them up with her hands, displaying them to me. "There. Is that better? Look right at them, Drink them in. Do you like them? I really hope so, because...well, baby...they belong to you now. They're yours. No, this is not a one-time thing. I have thought about tonight for years. It took me the last six months to make the final decision. If we're going to do this — and we are, baby love, we are going to fuck all night, and all day, and the next night too, you are going to be inside you own mother for days on end, my gorgeous baby boy — then this is permanent. We're going to love each other the rest of our lives. If you'll have me." You reached up with your mouth and kissed my cheek. I was still staring at your tits.

"YES, Mom, yes, forever. I love you forever."

"Good. Now kiss me."

That kiss was the best kiss of my life, and that's saying something, because I've been with you for almost twenty years now, and our sex life has never skipped a beat. We've experimented with a lot of crazy stuff — remember that weekend in Amsterdam when we hired those sex workers to pretend they were a mother and son too? — but nothing has ever topped that first kiss as true lovers, knowing I'd be with you always.

Our clothes melted off. I was no longer really capable of coherent thought. You knew that, and took charge, your experience allowing you to survive the onslaught of lust and passion a bit better than me — but not by much. You were shaking too. I held you in my arms, standing in the middle of the room, candlelight on our naked bodies. You drew lines around my muscles with your fingers, sucking them into your mouth like I was made of honey. I knelt down in front of you, my head against your stomach, my arms around your waist. You caressed my hair, whispering over and over, "I love you, baby boy. I love you so much, baby love."

When we got in bed, I don't think either of us could wait any more. You reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube.

"I am so wet for you right now, but I'm going to use this lube too. Do you know why?" you asked.

"No, why?" I was wondering about it.

"Because we are going to fuck so much and so long, and it is going to be so good, we won't be able to stop, even if we get really sore. This lube will help us last a lot longer. I'm going to use a lot. And baby?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"I have plenty, whole bottles, so if you want to put it all over me tonight, or tomorrow, if you want to just cover me in it and make my skin shine and run your hands all over my slippery body, feel free. I would love that." We kissed again. You were killing me slowly.

Your hands put the lube all over my cock. I reached down quickly.

"Stop, mom, your hands...I'm gonna' come," I gasped.

"Oh! Baby! Put it in me right now, it's ok, go ahead and come, but do it inside me! We have all night — I know it's really hard for you. It's ok!"

I moved between your legs. You drew your knees up to your chest, completely exposing your pussy to me. It was dripping with your juices. My cock was shiny with lube. It was time.

"Oh baby, come to mommy. Come back where you came from...please, please, baby boy," she pleaded with me. Your eyes demanded satisfaction. Your hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. Your fingers spread your lips open.

I reached down and aimed my fat, purple mushroom-head, sliding it into your lips. I knew that I was going to come the moment I entered you.

"Baby boy, my son, my beautiful, beautiful son, kiss me as you enter me, oh, please..." you asked.

I lined up with your entrance, leaned down, slid my tongue into your mouth as my cock entered your body.

I came instantly.

So did you.

I didn't expect that. I was so worried about coming so fast, I didn't understand that all of your pleading was for a reason — you were holding off coming until I was inside you too. You had been on the edge the entire time you were preparing the room, lighting candles, getting undressed. If you had touched yourself once, you would have exploded. It was so hard not letting your hands anywhere near your pussy.

Your head arched back, and you didn't exactly scream, but the sound was something more than just a moan. It was a release, an expression of so much pent-up emotion and repressed desire and frustration with the impossibilities for the past three years.

I had never come like that before. There were barely any contractions, just this long stream of hot come rising out of my balls and lighting the way like a stream of hot wax all the way up my cock and into your sex. I could feel slight pauses as my body continually applied pressure to get all of that come out of me.

I don't know how long that lasted, but I was also amazed when you came again about 30 seconds into my orgasm. I guess feeling all that hot come filling you up set you over the edge.

"Baby!" you gasped.

"What, Mom?" I was concerned. You were still coming, but you had a strange look on your face, like you were worried about something. I continued moving in and out slowly, still rock hard, still coming a little bit.

"Baby! I have to...oh my God, I think I'm going to come again, that's three...Oh my God, I have to tell you...oh God...oh my GOD!" You came again. I was blown away. I'd never heard of multiple orgasms like this before. We kissed deeply.

You pushed me up so you could see me again, your hips rocking against me, shoving your pussy onto my cock over and over.

"No, seriously, I have...oh God that feels so fucking good, please don't stop, don't stop...I have to tell you something really...FUCK that's sooooo good, oh my God, wait, ok, wait, stop, stop, just for a second, stop moving!" you begged.

I stopped.

We were both panting. Your face was beet red, your upper chest flush with blood. Your nipples were so hard.

"I have to tell you something really important!" You kissed me.

"Ok, what, Mom? Are you ok?" I was getting really worried now.

"Yes, I'm totally fine, oh my God, I am so excellent right now. But...well, there's something I...Oh God, I really hope...I don't want to ruin this, but you HAVE to know." You pulled my face down and kissed me again.

"Mom, I love you. There's nothing I would not do for you. I would die for you. Whatever it is, it's going to be ok. Please tell me." I kissed you.

"No, ok, stop kissing me, or we'll start fucking again. Ok. Let me catch my breath." You paused for a minute or two, just looking at me, then looking away again. After a bit of time passed, you started moving against me very slowly. "Oh my God, you are so gorgeous, I can't stand it. I am the luckiest woman in the world right now. Just...slide it in and out, but really, really slowly. Damn, that is such a nice, thick cock. Oh, my God. Keep moving, I can't get through this without you fucking me. This is the scariest thing I've ever done in my life."

"What? Having sex with me? Your own son?" I smiled. I felt your pussy contract when I said it.

"Oh my God, you are so bad. That is so hot when you say that. Ok, so..." Your hand reached down to slowly stroke your clit, and your other hand came up to hold my cheek.

"When I tell this to you, I'm going to come. I can't help it. Oh God, I love you so much. I'm scared, and I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life. Baby...my baby love..."

You paused.

"You're not wearing a condom."

You paused again.

"And I'm not on the pill."

Another long pause. The feel of your pussy on my cock was making my balls expand again.

"Listen...listen to me...you could be...unnnh, unnnh, oh yes, just like that, right there, holy fuck I am totally addicted to your cock already....ok, listen to me, you could be making me pregnant RIGHT NOW. And...oh, oh God...here it comes...oh shit, here it comes, baby, oh shit, this is SUCH a big one, oh, oh, oh, oh my God, oh, oh, listen: I WANT to have it. I want to have your baby! Do you hear me?! I want you to put a fat, beautiful fucking baby deep inside meeeeee!" And that just set you off. Your last word escalated into a high-pitched scream.

I kept going, right at the same speed, slowly and steady, but with a lot more pressure. Each thrust had my whole body behind it. I was afraid of hurting you, but I trusted you'd tell me if that happened. All I wanted was to make you feel as good as I could. I watched your tits bounce with each thrust. I wanted to devour your entire body.

And I wanted you huge with my child.

I didn't care about consequences. I didn't care about my Dad. I didn't care about school. All I cared about was watching your belly expand, drinking your milk from your huge engorged breasts... I couldn't think of anything else but holding your hand as we crossed the street, men staring at your exposed, sexy belly and huge, tight tits in a tank top. Knowing you were all mine. Knowing I was all yours.

"Mom, you BETTER get pregnant. If not tonight, tomorrow night. And if not then, the night after." I started punctuating my words with long, deep thrusts. "I am going...to keep shoving this...rock hard cock...deep into you...until you make me...a father to our children." I was getting really close.

"Oooooh, baby, I love it when you talk like that, yes, oh yes, don't ever stop loving me. Baby, I can feel you getting close...are you getting close, baby boy?" Your hands were pulling my ass into you.

"Yes, Mom, yes I am."

"Mommy, baby, please, call me mommy."

"Yes, mommy, I am so close. I love you so much, mommy. Do you want a girl, or a boy?"

"I don't care, as long as it's yours. Do you really meant it? You want to make me pregnant? Your own...oh God, I think I'm going to come again, this just isn't possible, NONE of this can really be happening, oooooh, fuck, your cock fits so fucking perfectly inside me, right to the bottom, ooooh, shit, do you feel that? That's the fucking entrance to my womb, that's how deep my baby-love's cock goes.... Your own mother? You want to make your own gorgeous, sexy, horny-for-her-own-son mommy pregnant with your own child? You are such a good mother-fucker, you are taking such good care of me...OH! OH! YES!" Another one.

My answer was to lean down, kiss you deeply, and explode a gigantic load of come inside you. There was so much, it leaked out between us, running thickly down my cock and your thighs, all the way down your ass-crack, a hot river flowing past your sensitive back door.

I collapsed on top of you. You held me closely, stroking my hair again.

"Baby, I kinda' hope that was it, but I kind of don't," you murmured. "I want to keep trying. I want to keep hoping that each time we do this, you're fucking a baby into me. I'm sorry about my language, but DAMN I feel so strongly about this, it's the only way—"

I interrupted you with a kiss. "I understand entirely. I feel the same way. I can't believe I am fucking my own mother." Just saying it started to make me hard again.

"Oooh, baby, I can feel it, are you getting hard for mommy again? Is your hot mommy making you excited? Is my hot mommy-body getting your balls full? Does knowing that I want my sweet baby boy's cock in my mouth, my pussy and...yes, baby love, my ass, deep in my ass, mmmm, I can't wait for that...does knowing that on top of shoving all that hot baby-come inside me make you want to fuck your hot little mommy again?" Your words drove me insane.

With a roar I flipped you over, pulled your hips up, and drove into you fiercely, The thrusts were so hard you had trouble breathing in between them. You reached over and grabbed the lube, thrusting it back at me.

"All over my back, on my ass, on your cock, right now!" you demanded.

I sprayed lube all over you. I squirted right on your ass, in between the bouncing cheeks. It coated my cock, made it all almost frictionless.

"Mommy, I'm gonna'....gonna'..." My teeth gritted, every muscle locking up. My hips thrust madly.

"What is it, baby? I'm your mommy, you can tell me anything. I love you...go ahead and tell mommy what's going to happen now."

"Oh my God, I'm going to come deep inside you. It's...mommy, my balls hurt, you're making me too excited..." It was true. I was in pain from the intensity.

"Oh baby-boy, I'm sorry, I really am, I'm sorry you're hurting right now, but I'm not going to stop. I can't. I'm serious, I can't stop. And, well, I don't really think you want me to, even if it does hurt." You shoved your ass back on me, hard. I winced. It hurt. I thrust harder. "I really would stop if I could, but you're just too fucking hot, I want a baby too much, and I want you to come deep in my pussy. Give me that hot come, right now!!"

"Oh, mom, it's here...I'm going to....holy shit, I don't know if I can..." I didn't really get what was going on. It didn't feel good, exactly. It felt kind of like a seizure or something. I was no longer in control of my body. I kept thrusting, but my arms lost strength and my hands got weak.

You looked back at me and saw my face. "Here, shhhhhh, baby-boy, here, just relax, stop, I'll do it, let mommy do it for you. I want to take care of my baby-love," you whispered. I slowed down, and finally stopped moving, my hands resting lightly on your hips. Something about the way your skin felt under my hands made the come start boiling over. You pushed your tight, hot bubble-ass back at me slowly. It bounced and jiggled each time I hit bottom. I couldn't look away. "Here, this will help get all that baby-making sperm to where it belongs." You pushed back deeply and firmly, pausing each time I bottomed out. "You've got to go really deep, honey, so we get every drop into my womb, so we can make a family together. I can't wait to see you as a father. You're going to be so good for our kids. The best dad ever." Your hand reached down and lightly stroked my nuts, then you slowly squeezed them. "Does that help, honey-baby? Does that help you make me a mommy again?"

That did it. Your words and your fingers put me over.

"Mommy...I'm coming." Lights exploded behind my eyes as I closed them. I went somewhere else.
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#4
"Yes, oh God, just like that. That feels so much better." His hands were covered in frictionless lube, smearing it all over the giant, round dome of tummy sticking up from the bed. Only one more month to go. He thought back to the early days.

"Mom! I'm home!" he shouted as he walked through the garage door.

"Come on up, sweetie!" she called out.

He set his lunch bag and backpack down and walked upstairs.

As he entered her room, she walked over to him and kissed him. She was wearing a negligee and heels, like she did almost every afternoon he came back from work. "Baby-bear? I want to suck your cock right now. Can I do that?" she asked sweetly. His cock, already hard from anticipation on the drive hom, got a little bit harder.

"Sure, Mom, but let me just take a second to get cleaned up. I'm kinda' sweaty."

"Ok, if you need do, but make it quick. I'm hungry for my baby." She licked her lips.

He went in the bathroom and used a washcloth to get himself presentable.

He walked back out completely naked.

"Oooh, that's what I like. My baby boy all bare for me. And look at the present you brought me!" Whenever she talked like this, it made it difficult not to come too quickly.

"Damn, Mom. Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Well, all your MILF magazines have educated me quite a bit. The rest I've improvised. I guess I have a talent for it." She got down on her knees and fisted him. "Just like my talent for sucking all that hot juice from those big balls of yours. Damn, boy, I made such a nice cock for myself. I should pat myself on the back." She leaned forwards and pulled the hard piece of him down to smack herself behind her right shoulder.

He laughed. "Wow, Mom, you really are crazy sometimes. So, what's the occasion?"

"Do I..." Suck. Pop. "Need a." Suck. Pop. "Special occasion?" She hollowed her cheeks, pressing the slick, hot inside of her mouth against me.

"Oh, God, no, I just wondered...damn, that feels good...what this was about. Usually we chat and have dinner first."

"Well, I guess there is something, but that will have to wait until a bit later. Right now I need to focus on you." She pulled away and looked up at him. Her blue eyes made his heart race. "I'm going to slide my wet tongue all over this flesh, the flesh I made. All over the veins, this ultra-soft mushroom head, and down to those big fat hanging nuts. I'm going to take them in my mouth and suck on them like a baby on a rattle. Your beautiful fuck-stick is going get covered in my spit. Wanna' watch?" She arched an eyebrow and grinned, fisting him up and down.

"Yes, I definitely want to watch," he said. "Then you know what I want to do."

She shivered. "Oh, baby, no...don't start with that right now, I really want to suck you off, and I can't do that when you talk about...that. It makes me want to fuck you too much." She shivered again. "Damn it! No! I am going to suck your cock!" she almost shouted. Then she slid her lips onto his throbbing organ and tried to mash her face into his crotch.

His dick slid into her throat. He could feel her repressing her gag reflex. When she had first started doing that, it repulsed him, but still made him hard and want to come. They talked about it, and she convinced him that she wasn't doing it because she thought she had to, she was doing it because she knew it felt good for him, and that he'd enjoy it. She suggested that they try it a couple more times and see if he was still turned off (yet turned on...a mystery) and then she'd stop. As it turned out, the talk took away the repulsion and allowed him to simply bask in the feeling of her throat surrounding his cock, massaging the head, and coaxing load after load out of him.

"Oh, Mom...yes, oh, all the way in," he murmured. She reached up with her hands and placed his hands on her head. She pushed his fingers into her hair, making sure they were close to the scalp.

He dug in deeply, getting secure handfuls of hair. He knew that if he got down to the roots, even if he pulled her head roughly, it wouldn't hurt. The pressure would be spread out, and he could guide her head with some force. She enjoyed being used that way. He still felt a little guilty about it — but not enough to stop doing it.

He began moving his hips, fucking her mouth. She moaned around him, causing vibrations up and down the length. He was so horny, he didn't think he would last long, and he was right. Within five minutes, he was getting close.

"Mom...it's coming soon. Do you want me to...?" he asked.

Without removing him from her mouth, she nodded her head, making his dick move up and down. "Mmmm-hmmm."

He closed his eyes. She slapped his stomach lightly. He looked down, and she was looking into his eyes. He knew what that meant. He maintained eye contact with her. The come in his balls started to churn. His toes wanted to curl up. His hands gripped her hair even harder. "Oh...oh....Mom!" My Mom, my mother, sucking me off! "Oh, oh shit, here it comes—"

She pulled back, closed her eyes, aimed his cock at her face. Come flew out of the slit, hit her nose, left cheek, chin, and nose again. She laughed, stuck her tongue out and swiped it all over the head as he kept coming. "Oooh, yeah, come all over my pretty face, mark this territory!" She laughed again.

"Jesus, Mom, you are such a fucking porn star!" he yelled. A few more dribbles oozed out of him. She used a hand to wipe his come off of her face while she sucked him back into her mouth, cleaning him off. She moaned as the last traces of come came out of him.

"Oh baby, I love sucking your cock so much," she said, standing back up. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingertips, then sucked them clean. "Wow, honey, you're still hard! I think I know exactly what to do with that."

"Yes, I think I do too. We need to perform a certain task." He looked at her with a smile.

"Oooh, baby-boy, what's that? What are you going to do to me?" She put her arms behind her, pushing her tits out at him, and rocked up onto her toes.

"I'm going to lay you down on the bed, and then I'm going to get on top of you in missionary position. Do you know why?" he asked.

"No, " she lied. "Why?"

"Because that way, when I come, all of that really potent sperm will go as deep as it can into you, and that will help it find your egg, so we can make a baby. Our baby. In your hot little womb. So we can start our family."

"Oh my God, I love it when you say that. Do you have any idea how wet that makes me?" she asked. "Feel."

He slid a finger into her folds. She was right, she was soaking wet. "Yeah, Mom, that's good. That's exactly what you need to be, so I can get in as fast as possible. Now, get on the bed."

"Yes, sir!"

She pulled the comforter back, along with the blanket and the top sheet. Pushing the roll of fabric all the way down to the bottom of the bed, she prepared everything for the action she knew was to come. She laid down on her back, and pulled her knees back to her shoulders using her hands. Her pussy and asshole opened up to him, entirely exposed, denuded of all hair.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked him with a smirk.

"Oh yes, I like it very much." He got onto the bed on his knees, moving forwards slowly, holding his cock in his right hand and lightly stroking it up and down. "I like it enough to eat it, but that will have to wait until later. I need to be inside you, making our baby." His own words made his heart beat very heavily.

"Oh, God, yes, do it. Do it! Make me pregnant, give me all that come and knock my hot ass up! Please!!" she moaned. She reached down and rubbed her clit.

He got between her legs and leaned down. Her arms went around him. "Oh, baby-boy, I missed you all day today. I couldn't wait for you to get home, so we could do this." She looked up at him, love making her face soft.

"Me too, Mom. Me too." He lined up with her entrance. He knew her so well that he could slide directly into her without any assistance. They were made for each other.

"Ooooh..." A long drawn-out groan came from the beautiful woman below him. "Ooooh, ooooh, God, yes, back where you came from, you bad, bad boy." She smiled and started rubbing her clit again. "Oh, yes, that feels so amazing, honey-bear. Please don't ever stop doing what you're doing."

"I don't think I could even if you wanted me to," he replied. "I'm stuck on you, forever." He moved slowly in and out of her depths. Her walls hugged him. Every time he looked down to see his thick organ bluntly pushing its way into her wet folds, his balls bucked and churned.

He tried to decide which breast to kiss and suck on first.

"The right one, baby, do the right one," she demanded.

"Absolutely." He used his hand to push her tit upwards to expose the sensitive skin on the underside. He licked and kissed her there, carefully avoiding the nipple. It got harder as he moved closer in tightening circles, kissing, kissing, and nipping a little every once in a while to keep things interesting. She was dying.

"Oh, baby-bear, suck on it! Please! Put that fucking nipple in your fucking mouth!" She arched her back as he continued to thrust into her, trying to feed her nipple to him. Her fingers continued to rub her clit in little circular motions, alternated by long strokes with all four fingers pushed tightly against the hood and lips.

"You mean like I used to?" he asked.

"Yes, just like that, when I used to feed my beautiful baby boy. Pretend I'm still keeping you alive with my tits, baby." She reached up and brushed his hair with her hand. Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if he could hear it. They had been trying to get pregnant for almost two months. She didn't care if it took two more years, as long as the continued to do this. Every time they were together, it was so special.

She never experienced anything like this before. She wondered how many other mothers ever got to go through something like this. Not many, I'll bet.

She watched his face get tight as his balls filled up with what she needed. She wondered if today was the day. Her temperature reading that morning was indicative of fertility. She wanted his swimmers to fuck her egg so much. She didn't care if they made triplets, as long as a piece of him grew inside her.

"Oh, Mom...it's...I'm close...do you want me to come?" he asked, his eyes half-closed, breath coming quickly, chest rising and falling, hands gripping the sheets tightly, ass-cheeks flexing, hips pushing, pushing.

She reached up with both hands and stilled his body by taking his face in her palms. "Shhhh, shhhh, slow down, honey. Nice and slow. Go as slow as you can, make it last as long as you can." His body slowed and his cock slid thickly in and out of her slick pussy. Her walls tightened on him as she clenched her pelvic floor.

"Ooooh, God, Mom, when you do that..."

"What, baby-bear? What happens when I do...this?" Clench. She smiled up at him. He couldn't get over that look. It was the look of infinite love, of infinite giving and gratitude.

"It makes my balls so full, they hurt!" he laughed.

"Well, then, baby-love, I think you know what you need to do, don't you?" She pulled his face down and kissed him, then moved her mouth to his ear. She whispered, "You need to plant a baby deep inside me, so deep inside, we won't even see it for months. But eventually, do you know what's going to happen, honey?"

She felt him start coming, but he was going so slowly, it was going to last.

"Ooooh, God, aahhhh, that feels so good...oh, oh, ow, it hurts, don't stop... What's going to happen?"

"My belly is going to start getting bigger. My skin will glow. My tits — these big fucking tits you're sucking on — are going to get really big. Big with milk. Milk for my children." She smiled at him in a very mischievous way. "Both of them."

His hot come was filling her up. She felt it escape out the sides of her pussy, squirting out when he pushed his fat baby-making pole into her. The hot drips ran down onto her tight, hot little asshole, making her shiver. She knew he'd want to clean her up there later. He loved the taste of his own come mixed with her juices and smeared all over her clean, tight back door.

"Mom...oh my God, Mom, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. More than you can possibly know."

Thirteen months later, they were on the bed and he was putting lube all over her belly to keep her track marks down and give them a fantastic sexual experience.

"How do I look, baby? Am I nice and shiny for you? Do you like that big fucking belly so full of what you put inside me?" Her words lit him on fire.

"Yes. You know I do." His hands roamed all over her hot flesh. She closed her eyes, entirely high on the oxytocin flooding her bloodstream.

"Oh, baby, you get me so high," she groaned. Her hands grabbed her tits, kneading the skin, lightly pinching the nipples. She felt each gesture in her pussy as it tightened on his rock-hard shaft.

"Mom, are you sure...oooh, damn, your pussy is so amazing...are you sure you don't want to know the gender?" He held onto her belly and used her body to pull his cock into her.

"Unh...unh...yeah, I'm sure. Why, do you? Have you changed your mind?" she asked. Her fingers played over her nipples, keeping them hard and sensitive.

"Well, no, I just think that we'll be able to plan the nursery better if we know if it's a boy or a girl." His hips moved automatically as they talked. Having sex while they had long conversations was one of his favorite things about making love. Sometimes they talked for hours while bringing her to orgasm over and over.

"Lift up a bit, honey-bear." She slipped a pillow under her ass. "There, that's better. Are you comfy?"

The angle was much better for him now. "Yeah, Mom, thanks, that's a lot easier on my knees. How's your tummy?"

"We need more lube."

"Ha, you always say that!" he laughed. She giggled. He grabbed the bottle and aimed a spray of the silicone-based love-juice all over her, then dropped a string on her clit and his cock as they fucked.

"Ohhh, I love it when you do that, it makes it soooo slippery," she moaned. "Can you fuck me a little harder?"

He put the lube down, reached behind her knees, pushed her legs up towards her armpits, and used his strong, young gluteus muscles to bottom out in her hot, tight pocket. The tip of his cock kept kissing her cervix.

"Oh, oh FUCK, baby, yes, just like that, I'm gonna' come..." Her eyes closed again, she arched her back as much as she could and let the orgasm wash over her. Watching her come, he felt his own orgasm approaching.

"Mom, I'm getting pretty close, what do you want to do?" He kept pounding her roughly, and watched another orgasm move through her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck, you make me come so much, you are SO FUCKING GOOD to your momma, you bad little boy!" She was gasping for breath. "Do you want to come in your mom's pussy? So fucking dirty — such a dirty little boy I have, such a beautiful little motherfucker. Show me how much you love me, honey-bear. Show me how much you love your mommy." She knew he wouldn't last long hearing words like hers.

"Oooh, fuck, Mom, you're so nasty, so gorgeous...yes, YES, oh fuck, take my come, take it! Oh God!" He moaned again and again as his body pulsed and the hot potent seed shot out of his deep red fuck-rod.

She looked at his face contentedly. She knew he'd be ready to go again in less than ten minutes — five if she sucked him off while whispering more nasty things to him. The level of control she possessed over him sometimes frightened her, but she also knew that no one else would ever love her like he did, and he owned her heart as much as she owned his cock. They belonged to each other, heart, soul and sex, and nothing was going to ever change that.
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