Chapter 4

I couldn’t sleep. Dinner had been an awkward, uncomfortable affair though mom acted as though she was right at home with the strange new tension in the room. Immediately after I’d finished, I headed upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. Confusing thoughts filled my head, too many for me to put into order. More than anything, I felt guilty, guilty for doing such terrible things with my mother, guilty for betraying my father, and guilty for enjoying it so much. The house was quiet. Through my window, I could see the glow of the sky from outside, the crescent moon allowing a sliver of a white light to shine across my bed. The air had been just warm enough to convince me to go to sleep in my boxers, and I only had a thin sheet and a light blanket over them. Soft footsteps began to echo my way, followed by an almost inaudible knock on my door. I knew that it was her, and I knew why she had come. “Sweetie, can I come in?” Mom’s voice was so quiet that I had to strain to hear it. Slowly, I sat up in bed, already feeling my body pulse with excitement. “Yeah,” I whispered back. “It’s unlocked.” The door opened slowly. My mother had changed into a nightgown that made the robe she’d had on before look almost modest in comparison. It was tiny, barely covering her p***y and butt, and so low cut that even in the dim light I could see the cleavage of her breasts. “I’m glad that you’re still up,” said mom. “I was worried that I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to you in private after what happened today...” “Mom.” I tried to think of what to say, the words that would explain exactly what I was feeling on the inside. Stacy closed the door behind her and made her way over to my bed before I could. “Todd... If you’re not comfortable with this, I understand.” She smiled at me, that same caring, motherly smile, that made it seem as though she put me above all else. “I just... well, I don’t really know how to act around you, now.” She set one of her hands down on my chest and slowly began to rub gentle circles across it. My body responded as though she’d been rubbing my crotch. “You don’t have to act any different, honey,” she whispered. “I’m still your mother, and you’re still my son.” Her hand began to slide lower, and I couldn’t stop a quiet moan from escaping my lips. He fingers slipped underneath the sheets and made their way further down, until she was cupping my already rock hard c**k. It felt as though she was contradicting her own words, throwing a complication into the way things should have been, the way things would never be again. “Oh, mom!” It was a struggle to keep my voice quiet. I felt my abdomen begin to wave, almost as though I was being tickled, but in the most pleasurable way possible. “I’m going to take things a little further this time, sweetie.” She slowly worked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. “Mom... are you going to...?” The question was too embarrassing, to shameful for me to come right out and ask. The goal from the very beginning had been for her to get pregnant. Was this what she wanted, in the middle of the night, with my dad sleeping in the next room over? “Shhhhh, it’s okay.” She was smiling as she pulled the blankets back and positioned herself over him. “It will feel good... really good.” I felt something warm and wet push down on my c**k as my mom lowered herself against it. I knew what it was, but it took me a second to accept it, to get over my disbelief. My mother was sliding her p***y against the head of my rock hard p***s. I could feel the size of her entrance, and realized almost instantly that either she was very tight or I had a much bigger c**k than I’d ever realized. “Oh...” whispered mom. “This might take a bit of work.” I leaned forward to set my hands on her waist, but she pushed me down on the bed, controlling the situation like she always had. It was a struggle to hold back, to keep still, as she began to wriggle and push, the head of my c**k being teased at the edge of her wet, warm confines. “I... I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I felt stupid for saying the words and realized with a guilty, disgusting shock that I was disappointed by the fact that I wasn’t going to get to f**k her. “Just relax, honey,” whispered mom. “It will just take a bit of...” She trailed off as she shifted her hips and let herself drop a little lower. The tip of my c**k slipped inside of her. I blinked, almost expecting to wake up from a dream. I was f*****g my mother. It was happening. Up until that very moment, the things that had happened between us had been confusing, sure, but this was just wrong. “We shouldn’t,” I whispered. “Mom, this is, oh god!” It became impossible for me to focus on anything other than my mother, and even my confusion and shame were pushed into the back of my mind. She had pulled her nightgown down slightly, letting her big beautiful breasts hand out the top of it and dangle right in my face. Her entire body shivered as she slowly dropped a millimeter further, wiggling her hips around in a circle as though trying to perform a very lewd belly dance. “Oh, wow....” Mom was shaking her head, and taking deep breaths. “Sweetie, you’re so big. This is...” I could see from the look in her eyes that the conflict going on inside of me was one that she also shared. She shifted between looking at me like a son and looking at me like a lover, biting her lower lip in confusion. “Oh god...” she whispered. “What have we... what have I... done?” I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t too late for us to stop. I wanted to tell her that this had been a ridiculous idea from the get-go, and it was time for us to step back from the edge and go back to being family members. Instead, I reached my hands up and grabbed her waist. Mom looked at me in total shock for a split second, and then slipped her hands down over mine. “Yes,” I whispered. “Just... slide down a little lower.” Mom slid her knees further out to the side, and more of my c**k was slowly engulfed. She was so tight, as though my c**k was the first one she’d ever taken that had really been a challenge for her p***y. “Oh, honey,” moaned mom. She ran one of her hands through my hair and looked away from me, slowly moving her hips back and forth and beginning to f**k. I grabbed at her breasts, her perfect, forbidden breasts, and let my fingers trace circles around her n*****s. She let out a moan and rocked backward on my c**k, sending a wave of pleasure rushing through me. “Mom!” It was impossible for me to stay quiet anymore. I set a hand back on her waist and pulled her down the rest of the way, feeling my c**k enter a world of pleasure that I’d never knew existed. “Sweetie!” cried mom. “You’re... f*****g me.” I nodded, though in my head I couldn’t help but note that it was really she who was f*****g me. The thought instantly brought my attention back to the taboo at hand. She was my mother, and my d**k was inside of her, and... Nothing had ever felt so good before in my entire life. Mom began to bounce up in down on my c**k, and it took all of my self-control to not cry out in ecstasy. We’d crossed the ultimate boundary, and now that I’d seen what was on the other side of it, I never wanted to go back. “Oh yeah, mom,” I moaned. “Just... keep doing that!” “Yes!” She leaned over so that her breasts were flat against my chest, still bucking her hips up and down lewdly. “Sweetie, remember, you need to... you need to do it inside.” I nodded, and then kissed her, not on the cheek, but on the lips. I needed to c*m inside her. I needed to c*m inside her. The phrase reverberated in my head like an evil prophecy, and my body begin to hum with pleasure as it started to become true. “Mom!” I cried out. I didn’t care about my dad being in the house. I didn’t care about what people would think if they found out. All I cared about was the feeling of the orgasm as it swept over me, the intense, overwhelming sensation of shooting my seed inside the woman who had raised me, my sweet mother. “Yes...” whispered mom. “You did it.” I couldn’t even offer so much as a nod in reply. My c**k was still convulsing inside of her, and my body felt like it was melting into the bed. The most beautiful woman in the world was on top of me, accepting my seed into her sacred canal as though it was the nectar of the gods. “Honey.” Mom reached her hand down to me and cupped my cheek. “It might take more than one try. You’re young, but I’m, well, I’m at an age where this might not be easy.” I nodded without the slightest trace of hesitation. “Okay mom,” I said. “We can do this again.” The words felt filthy on my lips, but they were the truest words I’d ever spoken.