Pure Love World Pt. 02

CHAPTER 5: MARRIAGE > MOTHERHOOD

Max watched white viscous fluid ooze out of his always strict and studious mother, right from where he was born. At that moment, she was a woman, the woman he filled with cum. And it happened because of one stupid wish.

Fortuna gently stroked her breasts, relishing the sensation of her insemination and the feeling of warmth inside her, before finally waking up from her post-orgasmic state.

"I need to get ready; your father is waiting. I'm already very late as it is." Liquid began to leak onto the floor as Fortuna started to change. She hurried into the shower and Max glanced at her and once again noticed her two large tight fleshy red ass ovals.

"Max, throw the covers in the wash," she said in her motherly commanding tone and disappeared. Max sat on the edge like that, naked, unable to come to his senses.

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Josh took another sip of wine, his cheeks red, and the noise in the restaurant faded into the background. His glasses sat crookedly on the tip of his nose, ready to fall into the scraps left on his plate.

"Hic..." Josh wiped his bearded chin and noticed someone had sat down next to him. The empty chair was finally filled by a woman.

"Sorry I'm late," Fortuna set her purse aside, her face just as red as Josh's, dressed in a light dress with a slight neckline.

"I called... 29... hic... times, Fortuna," Josh adjusted his glasses, looking over his wife and her flushed face.

"I was busy. Okay?!" His wife snapped as if it were Josh's fault and not hers.

John sighed and looked over to where a young man was sitting with his mother, the two of them flirting while sipping wine.

"Freaking disgusting... damn idiot," Josh muttered.

"What did you say?" Fortuna, a bit more composed now, asked as the waiter filled her empty glass with wine.

"I said, idiot!" Josh said as the waiter left. "Max. You were with Max, right? That damned... bastard. I loved him, and now he... now you two."

"Are you out of your mind?" Fortuna flared up in anger and shock, though she could still feel the warmth of Max's seed lingering inside her. "Max is my son. I would never have allowed him to cross that line."

Josh nervously took another sip of wine, a long, hungry gulp. "You never wanted kids. You never wanted him. You hate children because they get in the way of your career. Do you seriously love Max now?"

"I've always loved Max!"

"You couldn't even congratulate him on his eighteenth birthday!"

"Oh, believe me, I congratulated him. And he won't forget his birthday gift for a long time." Fortuna took another nervous sip of wine, draining her glass completely. Her heart was racing.

Josh rubbed his eyes, red from exhaustion and alcohol. Blood boiled in his veins.

"Sweetheart." He tried to soften his tone. "I want to save our marriage. I still love you, and I understand that I'm often away, and you're always busy with work, but I love you and want to keep our love alive. Do you understand?"

He took her hand.

"How can we rekindle our old love, Forty?" Josh touched her wedding ring on the finger. "When was the last time we were together, feeling each other warmth? If you know what I mean."

Fortuna lowered her eyes in shame and took a sip of wine, trying to drown her guilt.

"Do you remember how good things were when we were young? When we were 25? I want to imagine we're 25 again. How about tonight?"

"No, not tonight," she suddenly said, and Josh gave her a strange look. She imagined him entering her, with Max's semen still inside her. "I... I need to prepare. How about Friday? I'll be ready. I want to try again too, Josh. I do."

Josh smiled and exhaled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Friday it is. Thank you." He took a final sip of his wine, emptying the glass. "And one more thing about Max. He is 18, already an adult, and you... You and him. He's young, and he can do a lot of foolish things, things that might destroy what's already cracking. You don't want us to stop being a family, do you?"

She looked at her empty glass and then at Josh again. "What do you want from me?"

"Just don't let Max cross any lines. That's all I'm asking."

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The next day after school, Derek stopped by Max's house.

"Hello, Mrs. Satterlee," Derek barely managed to say before Max dragged him into the room, closing the door behind them.

"You're going to tear my arm off," Derek said casually as he sat by the window with a small bag, looking well-rested.

"I figured out what happened, Derek," Max said, sitting across from him.

"Oh yeah? And what happened?" Derek pulled a joint from his bag and handed it to Max. "Here, relax a bit."

"No, thanks. I'm talking about mothers... about sons and mothers."

"Yeah?" Derek lit a joint, blowing smoke out the window. "About sons and mothers?"

"I made a wish on my birthday when a star was falling and..." Max looked into his friend's tired high eyes. "Why am I even telling you this? You won't believe me anyway. You're part of this new world. The bond between a mother and son wasn't normal before."

Derek nodded. "Right. Mothers didn't love their sons before. Yeah, I believe that." Derek took another drag. "Admit it; are you on something, Max? What's going on?"

"It doesn't matter, forget it. I just want to wait for the evening today and make a wish again. I want to look at the stars to turn everything back. To try again."

"You want to look at the stars?" Derek glanced at the clear blue sky. "Yeah, that's exactly it after a joint. I'll be in the right condition by that time."

They chatted about all sorts of things, locked in the room, waiting for the star sky.

"I still envy you a little with your Mom. She's great," Derek took another drag, watching the sunset. "Mine keeps rejecting me and spends all her time with my father. I probably won't ever even get a blowjob again, let alone get access to the honeypot. I have a few bottles of whiskey and some sleeping pills. Maybe I'll just get Dad drunk and get Mom while he sleeps. I want her honeypot so much!"

Max blushed and, rubbing his head, said, "What if I told you I managed to... get my Mom's honeypot?"

Derek's eyes widened a bit as he slapped his friend on the shoulder. "No way! Really? Motherfucker. Literally. Nice one! How did you...? Did you enjoy it?"

Max awkwardly nodded.

"Unbelievable. I'm jealous, bro. Did you use your dad's condom or buy one specifically?"

"Actually..." Max hesitated. "It was all without a condom... raw... and I did it inside."

Derek spat the joint out of the window. "What? Fuck you. Are you sure we are talking about the same woman? Your mother? Mrs. Fortuna Satterlee? She let you fuck her raw and creampie her milf pussy? "

"Well, yes... God, it's so awkward. You would have thought I was the most insane person on Earth if I told you this before my birthday."

"You're one of the luckiest guys on Earth, Max." Derek slapped him hard on the shoulder again. "You see, not all mothers are willing to go that far. I think it drives them crazy to think of their son doing it inside... The risk of getting pregnant by own son. They like it, but not everyone is willing to do it because of husbands, family and so on and so on. Fathers are jealous bastards, but I can understand them."

Max put his hand under his head, thinking about Fortuna. Of her unmatched breasts, her pink hard sweet nipples, her plump thighs, her ass that he wanted to spank and rub all the time. Her honeypot...

"Maybe I'm crazy, but there might be something to it," he said. "I often hated my mother for how much of a bitch she can be at times. But at that moment, in that decisive few seconds, I suddenly loved her like never before. Like I never knew I could."

Derek lit up another joint and smiled through the smoke, his mouth and red eyes grinning. "Pure love. That's what this is."

"Pure love," Max repeated, gazing at the stars and recalling his wish. "Maybe I shouldn't rush into a new wish. Maybe... my Mom and I... can enjoy these new feelings for some time."

"Shit, clapping cheeks that gave birth to you and finishing in the same womb that produced you? Fuuck, I got goosebumps just thinking about it." Derek nudged Max away from the window.

"Let me try this. So, I need to wait for a shooting star, right? Look, I see one." He stretched out his hands as if performing on a stage. "I want my Mom to love me the way Max's Mom loves him."

Max was silent, sitting on the bed. Nothing happened, of course. Nothing changed. Even if it had changed, neither of them would have known it at that moment.

"Did it work?"

"I honestly don't think so. Listen, Derek. What if... they have a baby? Is that really okay?"

"They?" Derek stepped back from the window, disappointed. "A man and a woman? Do you want me to explain the pistils and stamens or what?"

"No, I mean. Is it normal for a son and mother to have... well... a kid, right?"

"A man and a woman? Look, the stamen produces pollen, which then forms in the pistil..."

"Okay, okay," Max interrupted him. "I get it. So there's nothing wrong with that."

Derek moved in closer, taking one last puff. He felt even more relaxed after the weed.

"Does your father know what you did, Max?"

Max gulped. "Probably not. And I hope he never finds out."

"Well, it's going to be very hard to hide a pregnancy, my dear friend."

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Fortuna was making breakfast, wearing an apron over her shirt and pants. She tried to think about work, but her mind kept drifting to Max. She remembered the day when they were like husband and wife.

What was happening to her? Why did it feel so simultaneously wrong and incredibly good?

"Good morning, Max." Josh sat at the table, sipping coffee when his son walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Max awkwardly replied, glanced at Fortuna, and sat down. As every morning before, Josh carefully observed his son's reaction and behavior.

"Dear, by the way, I wanted to ask. Do you know why our sheets are in the wash?" Josh asked calmly, shifting his gaze to his wife.

Max buried his face in the plate, afraid to raise his head. Fortuna sighed, set aside what she was doing, wiped her hands on the apron, and turned around.

"They're stained. I spilled coffee on them. That's all."

"I thought you didn't take coffee into our bedroom." Josh turned to Max. "Maybe it was you who went in there and spilled your coffee?"

Max swallowed his food. "Me? I didn't spill anything in... I mean on Mo... I mean on your bed. Okay? I have no reason to be in your bedroom."

"Hmmm." Josh adjusted his glasses.

Fortuna returned to cooking. Josh checked the time on his watch and stood up, finishing his coffee. "I have to go; I'll leave early today."

He kissed Fortuna on the cheek, quickly gathered his things, and left. Max finished his meal and looked at his mother. He hadn't been alone with her since that day.

After that, his father had always been nearby. Every day, every hour, every minute.

He tried not to look at her, not to think about her, but she was standing by the stove like a forbidden fruit, beckoning him closer. She was completely his. "As long as I haven't wished for the opposite, I can still try... a couple of times. Maybe."

He was wondering if she'd ask for a job.

"Do you want a coffee?" She asked.

"No I... I'd like a pie, Mom."

He wiped his mouth and quietly moved closer. Her back was exposed, and Max watched the movements of her beautiful shoulder blades and her fair skin dotted with freckles.

"A Pie? Max?" Fortuna wanted to turn around, and at that moment he hugged her from behind, pressing his cock against her big ass and his hands around her breasts through her t-shirt. His face pressed against her warm light bare back. The sensations were incredible. He squeezed her lush big tits hard several times and his cock rose up, squashed by the two large cheeks of her ass.

"MAX!" Fortuna grabbed the stove in surprise. She pushed him away, the impact of her leg caught his groin and Max fell. "How DARE you do that? I'm your mother, not some object to snuggle up to." Her chest heaving with anger, her cheeks flushed.

"Ahhh... Damn it, I'm sorry, Mom," Max murmured as he regained his senses after the painful blow. "But don't you love me? I thought..."

She couldn't bring herself to say 'I don't love you.' But she also couldn't say, 'I love you,' as any mother should.

"You have to ask if you want... Me. If you want to have... uhm... love. I can't say you no, but I promised your father that our family, as it is, comes first for me. Haven't you noticed that I no longer offer you a job? I understand you're eighteen, and it feels like the perfect moment, like all boys your age, you need your Mom, but can we please hold off? I can't shake the feeling that it would upset your father. It's better for you to find another girl."

"Ughhh." He got up and sat in the chair. "How will you explain your possible pregnancy to Dad, Mom? I'm pretty sure that will upset him pretty bad so what's the difference at this point?"

Fortuna clenched her fists tightly, her past self awakening within her. "You are such an irresponsible young man. I didn't raise you like this! I've taught you all your life to think, to always think with your head, but at that moment, you were only thinking with your dick. Like all men! If you just used a condom, there wouldn't be any... child problems. I'm not pregnant yet, and I hope it stays that way. Your father must never know! I hate children! And I never wanted them!"

Max paused to think. "So, you never wanted me. I'm just a mistake, aren't I?"

"That's not what I meant," Fortuna's voice wavered, but Max cut her off before she could say more.

"Don't bother. I've always known. And I've hated you for it—for the way you were, for the way you still are. I could feel it, that coldness inside you, something that never loved me. Not even a shred of affection. And now I see... even my wish wasn't enough to fix you."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and stormed back to his room, the door clicking shut behind him.

"Damn it," Fortuna muttered under her breath, ripping off her apron. She slumped into the nearest chair, burying her face in her hands as her golden curls spilled across the table. "I hate my life."

CHAPTER 6: BAD WIFE AND A HORRIBLE MOTHER

Fortuna was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing cream over her face with slow, deliberate motions. She wore a light nightgown, the thin fabric clinging to her form as if it were a second skin. Her nipples subtly pressed against the cloth, protruding through her nightie.

She felt a deep sense of disgust. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. What happened?

Why did it feel like she woke up in a body that wasn't her own? Could this be an existential crisis all over again?

She thought about the chance of having a new kid, about pregnancy, about Max. "Gosh, do I have baby fever? And do I want Max to make me pregnant?"

With a sigh, she turned away and walked into the bedroom. Josh lay asleep on his side. A book rested on the nightstand—something titled "How to Save Your Marriage from Your Son," or some equally absurd nonsense.

He was asleep on his side, the part where her son, Max, finished right inside her a couple of days ago. She touched her belly and smiled. "Max."

Suddenly, Fortuna jerked her hands away as if caught in something very shameful. Like masturbation. "I'm losing my mind."

She turned sharply, leaving the bedroom in haste, only to find herself standing at the threshold of Max's room moments later. The door was ajar. She was standing over the bed like a ghost, her face glowing because of the cream. Max lay sprawled on the bed, sleeping naked as he always did, the thin sheet doing little to hide the contours of his now fully grown, masculine body.

"I shouldn't..." Fortuna pulled the blanket away with a trembling hand, revealing a view of the cock lying there. Her son's large cock was turned just to the right, resting on his leg. The pink tender head peeked out from behind the skin. Fortuna bit her lip, blood bubbling in her veins. "Josh never had this size. Why is it so uncomfortable and good at the same time?"

Her cream-damp hands encircled his cock and gently pulled the skin all the way down. His cock shook and hardened. Her hand moved on its own, pulling the skin up, and down, the cream serving as a lubricant. She couldn't stop. Fortuna's other hand slipped under the nightie, touching her pussy.

"How is this right? I created this cock, didn't I? How can I like it? How can I love it? My baby." She rubbed his dick, touched his balls, and started to pull harder and harder, not holding back. "Give Mommy... some..."

"Akgghhhhhh... Mom." Max opened his eyes and Fortuna took her other hand away from her pussy, starting to stroke her son's hair and ear.

"Hush, sweetie... keep sleeping. Mommy wants to take care of you."

He could smell the odor coming from her fingers, from her, his blood burning with overwhelming pleasure. Her hand moved rapidly, feverishly, full of intent to saturate her son as quickly as possible and bring him to ecstasy.

"Do you still hate me, sweetie?" she smiled, biting down gently on her lips. His cock was so warm, so nice; it was twitching, ready to shoot out. How had she been able to create such a big incredible cock?

"I love you, Mom," Max whispered.

"I'm the luckiest mother ever with a son like you."

He couldn't hold back any longer. His legs shook; he groaned softly and shot hot white semen right onto her hand.

"Give it to your Mom, that's right, baby." Fortuna watched the volcano explode, stream after stream, his cock shuddering.

"Akgghhhhhhhhh... Mooom... Oghhh... God." Max put his hand on her bare hips, a bit lower nightie. She was so hot, literally. He wanted to feel her in this moment. Touch to touch. Flashes of bright light flashed before his eyes, lightning strikes, gusts of searing pleasure pounding through his veins.

Finally, he was exhausted, empty, all the contents of his balls were on her hands, the bedspread, his thighs. She continued to pummel his cock slowly and gently. Why did she do it?

Max took her hand, breathing heavily. "Lie with me, I want to sleep with you tonight, please."

Fortuna jerked her hand away, her other hand was completely damp in his man-slime. The smell was so strong, and she could clearly recall the taste from kitchen blowjobs. It was so fucking good.

"I can't, sweetheart. I can't do this... I have to be with your Dad... I'm sorry..." She hurried out of the room and Max was left alone with his thoughts.

"Fuck, that was good."

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Sitting in the school cafeteria Max thought only of the last night and nothing else. "Why is it that one moment she's the dutiful new hot mom and the next she's the old mean and unloving Fortuna who values her career and is trying to save a sinking marriage to that fat... mustachioed... sleazebag. His father. And that's after I finished inside her."

Derek sat down at the table, gloomy and with a swollen purple eye.

"Where've you been—whoa," Max glanced at his shiner. "What happened? Did Dad find your stash?"

"No. He saw me kissing Mom and trying to convince her to be with me while he supposedly left." He began to eat his lunch gloomily. "Now I can't even kiss her; my sister promised to report everything to our father about my mother and me. Why do you look so upset?"

"My mom confessed that she didn't want to have me, that she hates children, but then she did something..."

"Something nice. You're lucky to have your mom, believe me, she sure loves you more than mine loves me, considering your Mom let you creampie her honey pot. I still can't believe you did that and she took a chance on making you the daddy of new baby."

"So weird." Max finished eating and suddenly thought. "Listen, are the children of mothers and sons. Are they among us?" Max looked around as if there were people labeled 'Offspring of MS.'

"Yes, they're among us. You can always go to the hospital and see them in person."

Max's curiosity about the new world flared up with renewed vigor.

"What if a mother and son have another son? Would the love for him also be pure?"

Derek looked at him as if he was asking how love worked.

"If that's what you're wondering. Pure love mostly exists between a mother and her oldest son. I mean first sons. Scientists say something about hormones, perfect offspring, DNA, and so on. A woman gives birth to a son who is a perfect partner for her. If they breed they'll have a perfect offspring. A woman's son has a perfectly fitting DNA to her. With a son from a son, it's kinda different. That love is a little weaker and also, usually when a son from a son reaches the age of being a man - the Mom is already... you know. She's a granny. That's why I want to creampie my dear Mommy while she is still fertile hot MILF."

Max listened, his mouth agape; this was far more fascinating than any lesson he'd ever had in school.

"Any more stupid questions?"

Max wondered. "Am I crazy for wanting to have a child with my Mom?" He asked as if he was asking Derek from the past world, the world before the wish.

"You'd be incredibly lucky. Though not every Mom agrees to it, breeding your Mom is natural. As natural as it can be."

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Fortuna's palms were slick with sweat. Why was she so afraid to enter the room again? She hadn't talked to Max about what happened that night, and the thought of broaching the subject filled her with dread. Even at work, she couldn't distract herself. She was wearing a warm sweater and a short skirt with stockings. Finally, she mustered the courage to open the door.

"Max?" Fortuna called softly, peeking inside. The room was empty; it was evening, and the window stood ajar. "Max?"

Her heart raced as she rushed to the window, peering out into the twilight.

"I'm here." Max lounged on the roof tiles, hands cradling his head, lost in the vastness of the sky. "Just looking at the stars."

"Oh God, Max. Are you crazy?!" Fortuna glanced down, her stomach tightening, then quickly shifted her gaze back to him. She wanted to be angry, to unleash the words that had been simmering inside her, but he didn't care.

In a sudden burst of determination, she climbed onto the windowsill and scrambled up to sit beside him.

"Mom?"

"Hush. I didn't know you liked stargazing."

"I think there's a lot you don't know about me. Like, nothing at all."

He looked at her two mounds, her breasts hidden behind a warm sweater. She was wearing the stockings again, the ones he liked so much.

"That's not true! I know that you... that you... love me."

"All sons love their mothers."

"You love my... what did you call it... honeypot."

Max smiled and Fortuna did the same. "Honey pot, right, Mom. You know, I still think about that day. I can't forget about it, you and me. It was my first time, and that first time was with my own mother. With you. Who would have thought that?"

"It's not that uncommon for a first time to happen with your blood mother."

"Yes, in this world, maybe. But not in mine," Max agreed. "Can't believe I liked filling my own mother."

In the soft glow of the night, Max noticed a faint blush on Fortuna's cheeks.

"You weren't supposed to, but it felt so right at that moment." She looked into his eyes. "Do you feel the same? Like the world has suddenly changed?"

Max was distracted by a slight flash in the sky, a shooting star. "You and I have changed, Mom. That's all." He reached out and slipped his hand under her sweater, touching the warm skin and lifting it higher and higher.

"You know my DNA is a perfect match for yours. It's just incredible how much everything has changed in the world down to the details." He finally felt the flesh of her breast and the warm hard tender nipple. "Ugh... I've always hated you, Mom, but maybe my wish is a chance to start our relationship over and fall in love."

He lifted her sweater while Fortuna nervously considered what he'd said. "You really hated me?"

Max bare her breast and took a nipple into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his hands cupped the flesh of Mom's large breast. That taste subconsciously made his whole body perk up, he even thought for a second that he could taste milk, it was an illusion, a play of the taste buds.

Fortuna gripped the shingles with her hands, her legs trembling. "Akgghhhh... Max. I love it when you touch my breasts, but... not here..."

He licked her pink rough dry nipple, his cock jutting out from his pants. "Have you ever made love on a rooftop, Mom?"

"This isn't the right place..." Fortuna cradled his head in her arms, attempting to draw him away from her boob. Yet, the overwhelming sensations flooding her brain made her muscles heavy and her movements languid, as if caught in a dreamy haze. How could she possibly pull her hungry son away from her breast?

What kind of mother would she be after that?

"When was the last time you made love to Dad?" he asked, pulling down his pants in nervous hot anticipation.

"I... can't remember. We were going to that day after our anniversary, but I couldn't let... akgghhhh... don't bite... I couldn't let him come inside and feel your jizz. I don't like sex."

"You didn't like sex. That's the right way to put it. Until I made a wish. Now you love it, madly."

"What are you talking about... akgghhhh." She could feel his hard cock against her thighs, it was rubbing, leaving something wet, viscous there.

"I want us to have a baby. I don't care how wrong it was in my real world, now I can do it. And it's so crazy. Sometimes I wake up at night and can't sleep thinking about you and me, and the fact that we could have kids. You're the perfect mother, for me and my kids."

He ripped off her wet panties, finally reaching Mom's honeypot. His tip slipped between her pubic hair, finding itself swallowed by two soft motherly cheeks.

"My birthplace." He slid in a little deeper, their bodies trembling. "Tell me... tell me you don't want my baby. Lie to me, Mom. "

Her lips trembled. She couldn't even lie about that. They both froze as the light from a car's headlights came on and Josh's car pulled up to the garage. They both tried not to breathe, blending into the tile roof covering, his tip still inside Fortuna's pussy.

Josh got out of the car, extinguishing the headlights, and yawned tiredly.

"Gotta try to work from home..." said Josh, walking closer to the door and not looking up. "I can't leave these two alone..."

His voice drowned in the doorway. Fortuna pulled Max off of her, his hard, hot, and quivering, wanting motherly love cock falling out of her pussy. She adjusted her skirt and climbed through the window, disappearing into the room.

Max sat up disappointedly. "I want a baby."

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FRIDAY

"Wake up, dear, it's time for school." Fortuna knocked on the door as usual, took a sip of coffee, and headed back to the kitchen. Max opened his eyes, ready to face a new day in a wonderful new world.

He walked into the kitchen, yawning. Josh was sitting at the head of the table, wearing his glasses and reading a book. The cover was hidden behind a newspaper.

"Good morning," he said to Max.

"Good morning," Max replied as he sat down for breakfast while Fortuna sat next to him, looking at her phone.

"Do you remember what day it is, love?" asked Josh.

"Friday, I remember. And I remember what I promised you today." Fortuna was drinking coffee. She wore a robe that was unusual for her, and it seemed there was nothing underneath. She was afraid to meet Max's gaze, but Max had no problem staring at her neck, her collarbones, and what lay hidden beneath the warm yellow robe.

"Haven't you found a girlfriend, Max?" Josh asked, catching his gaze.

"Me? Not yet, ahem," Max replied, swallowing nervously.

"Everything has its time," Fortuna said. "We met when we were 25."

"You still look like you're 25, my love."

"You don't have to lie," Fortuna replied, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she took a sip of her coffee.

"You really look great, Mom. That's the truth. You are gorgeous," Max chimed in. Josh scratched his beard nervously, glancing at his son.

"Thank you, boys. That's... really sweet," Fortuna smiled again. She was looking only at Max now, devouring him with her gaze. Her heart pounded, there was an uncomfortable itch between her legs, and her son's voice dripped like honey, smooth and irresistible.

Josh closed the book along with the newspaper. He got up and headed to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Max carefully leaned over and opened the book.

"The battle for a wife is what awaits any man who unites his life with a woman with whom they have a son. It may feel like a Sisyphean labor, but I believe it's a chance to win your wife a second time. It's a challenge. Don't let your son win. Give your wife compliments and..."

Max ducked his head as Josh returned. "I'm going to work." He nervously grabbed the book and newspaper, kissed Fortuna, and hurried away.

"Do you want to offer me a job?" He smiled but Fortuna was dead serious.

"No, I don't." She sipped the coffee. "I've been good at controlling these... urges lately. Ever since your last birthday, I've had these thoughts, these urges. I think it's just baby fever, it happens to women my age, especially around their hot handsome sons. That's why I didn't resist much when you... finished inside. I felt so alive..."

"Baby fever? That's interesting... I remember the way you said you were going to teach me how to make love, just like you taught me how to walk and talk. I just couldn't help myself. I knew I had to finish inside you."

"So it's my fault?" Fortuna furrowed her eyebrows. "You think this is a joke? Do you think it's that simple to have a child? Just like that, and it's done? You think like all men. That's why I hate them. I hate men! Do you know how big of a responsibility that is? Imagine how much money is needed for raising them, for childbirth, for medical care. How much time do you need to devote to them to raise a worthy member of society, not an outcast. "She nervously took another sip of coffee." Your father also thought it was all so simple and just presented me with the fact. But once you were born, he started vanishing on business trips, leaving me alone with you. You haven't even finished school yet, Max. By the time you're old enough to think about having children, I may no longer be able to bear any. So let's put that idea to rest. I'd rather stay with your father, and you can find someone worthy of you."

"This baby can be a chance to rebuild our relationship! I want to make a baby with you, our DNA complements each other perfectly. I was made to breed you, Mom. You created me for that. In this world - sons are made for breeding their mothers."

Fortuna carefully opened her robe, exposing her breasts. Max's cock rose. Fortuna put her hand on his groin, grabbing his cock through his pants and squeezing. But she didn't squeeze playfully, she squeezed so hard that Max almost cried out in pain.

"I don't know what you mean by 'in this world.' You are using the word 'breed' as if we are animals. I am not some livestock for you to control. I'm not a cow, I'm not an animal, I'm a human being, and I deserve respect—respect for my choices and my words. Tonight, for the first time in months, maybe even years, I will be with your father and share a moment of intimacy. I don't want you to ruin this like you did with our anniversary. I'm doing this for your own good, darling. Now, go to school." She let go of his dick.

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"You know what I realized?" Derek sat across from Max, who was staring at his phone. The boundaries between the concepts of love and nurture are completely blurred. Even as a newborn, your mother loves and nurtures you to grow up and become her new and future husband. The concept of nurture has simply lost its meaning. Do you get it, Max? What are you looking at on your phone?"

"A miracle, probably. I think because the wish didn't alter me or my memories, it somehow affected my mother. She also remembers the past world, and it stops her from fully embracing me, from being my loving wife Mom."

"Uh-huh." Derek nodded with an expression that seemed to say, "I wish I hadn't asked."

Max stumbled upon a relevant article. "There's a certain type of mother that we call 'Good Wife, Bad Mother.' This is a fairly common type of mother who prioritizes family, the status quo, and her husband above all, rather than loving and nurturing her ideal partner—her son. The solution? You just need to find a way to be alone with your mom and show her what she's missing. Strong, uplifting, incredible sex will help her come to her senses and realize that her son is the best and only partner. Your children should populate the planet and lead it to a bright future."

Max put down the phone. He glanced at Derek."Do you happen to have a bottle of whiskey stashed away?"

"I do," Derek said. "What do you need it for?"

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Satterlee's family gathered for dinner. Josh looked tired after work, while Fortuna wore a robe. Max glanced at her body, at her neck and collarbones. It was clear she was likely bare beneath. She had let her hair down to attract Josh's attention.

"It's time for bed, Max," she said.

"Yes, but first, I need to talk to Dad. Just the two of us."

Josh set his fork down, eyebrows raised in surprise. "With me? About what?"

Max looked at Josh, then shifted his gaze to his mother, and then back to his father.

"Ahem... Yes, if you want. Go to bed, dear. I'll be back soon."

Fortuna's frustration simmered beneath the surface as she clenched her fists. "Well, as you wish." She rose from the table, gliding around to wrap her arms around Josh from behind, whispering something inaudible in his ear before striding toward the bedroom.

"And what do you—" Josh started, but the words were cut short as Max pulled a bottle of rich, amber whiskey from beneath the table.

"This is a gift. I thought we could share it and talk about what's going on with Mom. Man to man. It's about time."

Josh accepted the bottle and examined the label through his glasses. "Yes, this is a fine bottle, but aren't you a bit young to be drinking?"

"Oh, come on. Just this once; I'm 18 now."

"Hmmm... Fine, I wouldn't mind a shot. But not for long—I'm expected in the bedroom."

Max poured the whiskey into shot glasses and took a sip. He barely drank any, spilling the rest on his clothes unnoticed.

"I want you to have a strong marriage, and for us to be one family, just like always," Max said. "But I get the feeling you suspect me of something, and I..."

"Me? Suspect you?" Josh replied with a smirk, adjusting his glasses as he poured another generous measure of whiskey. "You're a great guy, Max, but I think you might be overestimating yourself." He leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of relaxation. "Your mother loves me, and I love her..."

Max cut him off, raising his shot glass in a toast.

"I can see you're enjoying it, but don't overdo it. This whiskey is genuinely good," said Josh.

They both downed their shots, but Max feigned drinking his. He grimaced at even the small amount he swallowed. "What a terrible drink."

"Apparently, you're still not a man yet... What was I saying?" Josh removed his glasses and rubbed his tired, drooping eyes. "Your mother loves me, and we..." He yawned wearily. "What's happening? Why am I feeling like this? Did you put something in my drink? You..."

"What? No, it's just whiskey."

"Do you think I'm a fool? You mixed something in with the alcohol to enhance the sedative effects." Josh attempted to rise from his seat, but Max stood up and stepped back. Josh remained slumped in his chair, resting his hands and head on the table. "I have to... resist. No sleeping... no." His head touched the table, and Max froze.

"Looks like it worked," Max patted Dad's cheeks; even a little bit of the sedative made him feel a bit sleepy too. "And now it's time for the dessert."

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Biting his lip, Max hurried into his parents' bedroom. He was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He was thinking back to his parents' anniversary and how he'd spent that day with Fortuna. And now she was waiting for him again.

"I can't believe I'm actually enjoying this again. I want to fuck my mother." Max opened the door to the bedroom; it was dark. The only source of light appeared to be a couple of light candles.

"Finally," Fortuna yawned, lying on the bed. "I was beginning to think you forgot about me."

She was lying on her side with her back to the door. Max swiftly stripped off all his clothes and quietly climbed under the blanket. He could see her white, tanned back with spots on her shoulders and freckles. Her skin was dry, soft, and with little wrinkles. He kissed and rubbed her shoulder.

Fortuna yawned rubbing her eyes. Her breasts jiggled. While she tried to get a good look at his face, Max climbed between her legs.

"Max? Akgghhhhhh....!!!"

He slid his cock between her pubic hair, straddling her lush thighs, and penetrating her pink heavenly pussy.

"Ughhh... Mom...!" He pushed all the way into his mother and penetrated her like an animal. He banged and humped her, thrusting, clapping. He put his hands on her knees, spreading Mom's legs apart.

"Dad is asleep. You're mine for the night, Mom."

She wanted to shriek, opening her mouth, and Max kissed her, suppressing Fortuna's moan. His tongue licked her teeth, her mouth, her tongue, while she wanted to resist. His mother's vaginal cheeks encircled his cock, and curves and ridges squeezed the tip and entire base of his cock, enjoying her son's homecoming.

"I know you like it. You won't go against nature, and you want a baby, even though you hate children. You want my baby... Akgghhhhhh..." The bed shook wildly beneath their bodies, rumbling throughout the house.

Clapping Mother's cheeks was so freaking good.

"Ughh!!! Your pussy still feels like you are 25, Mom. Like you never had kids. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth."

Pleasure blended in her head with judgment, the two personalities intermingling with each other. Maybe for other mothers in this world the concept of love and nurture did blurred, but not for Fortuna. Ever since Max had been born she had nurtured him. Now he loved her with a hot fiery love. The boy she nurtured was now trying to impregnate her.

"I still can't believe this is happening. I'm fucking my slut bitch mother."

"I'm not.., a bitch. Don't you dare call me.... aghhh... a bitch. I'm your mother!" She placed her hands on his chest, her angry face hidden behind locks of sweat-damp golden hair. She looked like she was pissed off again because he hadn't done some of his chores, only this time her angry face was mixed with attempts to contain her pleasure.

"You are a bitch." He continued to plow into her, trying to wash that angry expression off her face. His hips were pounding furiously against her body, his cock trembling, ready to shoot out and empty his balls at any moment. Her pussy, her gates of heaven, clenched with each thrust, trying to block his way inside, but only increasing his pleasure with each thrust.

It was magnificent. Indeed, it was natural. There was absolutely no way he wouldn't end this evening by creaming her. It's impossible, it's impossible when you're making love to your Mom.

The raw, heavy slaps of their bodies colliding were intoxicating, like sweet honey to his nerves. The contact of his skin against her skin, flesh to flesh. A condom would have only ruined this natural mother-son skin-to-skin contact. Each penetration into the depths of her vagina denuded his nerve endings to a burning sensation.

"We're going to have a baby, we're going to have a baby,... ugghhhhhhhhhh" A lightning strike ran through his body, he cupped her hot nipple with his mouth, sucking on it like a hungry child. Fortuna moaned and squealed, her brain confused by the sensations. Her baby she was once breastfeeding was now penetrating her with each ravenous hungry long pushes inside, making his way back to her womb. Both of these sensations were right and wrong in equal measure.

"Akgghhh... akgghhh... yes, yes... Mom..."

"Fuck it... I don't care... Give it to me, give Mommy your seed. It's natural for you to want to.... breed me."

It wasn't. There's nothing natural for him in this world. Everything he does is by his own will—odd, perhaps, but his choice nonetheless. And he chooses it, chooses to fuck his mother. Simply because he can. Even through the surges of ecstasy, he could still detect the faint alarms in his mind, warning him how wrong this all was. But he didn't care. He belongs to this world now, and he must learn to blend in. He was drilling her hot pussy, still licking mommy's pink nipples.

"Josh never... fucked me like this... akgghhhh," she cried out, holding back the sharp currents of lightning and pleasure that pounded through her head.

His balls were burning with the desire to pump her pussy, balls tight and swollen, ready to release a flood of seed. Penetrating her big firm ass with white tan marks, and spreading her thighs, forcing his cock his way in was true bliss.

"It's going to be a big load, perfect for babymaking. I was preparing it for you, Mom. Tell me... Do you want my baby? Do you want me to fill you again?"

"Yes," she whispered, pulling him against her breast, and then kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Fill my pussy, fill Mommy."

Her mouth said one thing, but her stare strained to watch his cock. Streams of orgasm settled in her mind, she breathed heavily and watched with silent passivity in anticipation as her son penetrated her, each thrust could be his last. She wanted to see that last decisive thrust when he would finish it all. Right into her.

"My baby son. So big now."

"Mom... I'm... almost... Ugh... ugh... ugh...." Max nearly coughed, dizzy.

"Come on, come on. Just a little more. Give it to me." She licked her lips nervously, as if her whole life depended on this finale. She kissed his cheek, his shoulder, his neck. "Come on, honey." She was making a decent mother, encouraging him, for the first time in her life.

"I can't hold it, I can't.... Ughhhh... Mommy. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He couldn't breathe anymore, his heart hammered and stalled, all the blood went down, his cock penetrated all the way into the very depths of her vagina, and when a flash of light appeared before Max's eyes, his pink tip shot a huge long thick load of semen straight into her cervix.

"My good boy," Fortuna smiled in relief as she felt the jolt and thump of semen. He was so handsome while he was cumming inside his own mother.

"'Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mom!" his hips thrust like a pendulum, thrusting sharply, without rhythm, back and forth, shooting and filling her womb.

"So... fucking... good."

"Don't use strong language..." she whispered, massaging his chest and back, then pushing his hips deeper inside her.

He continued to move, cum flowing out of her hole, right along her ass, ending up on the sheets. He kept moving, continuing to cum inside her. The only thing he could see were bright streams of rainbows. He kept unloading load after load.

"What a mess you are making... Just like when you were a kid." She could feel a stream of white stream flowing out of her onto the bed. There was so much cum. He really had saved a lot of it. She stroked the back of his neck with her yellow manicured hand, the veins in Max's neck swelled and he completely emptied his balls with one decisive final big load.

He bent down, collapsing his face into her breasts and then coming up to her lips. "That was perfect. I'm... in heaven, Mom... Ughhh"

"Yes, it was perfect." She agreed. There was so much mess underneath them, so much of his sperm was inside her and on the sheets. She could hardly believe how much cum was in his balls and how much he wanted to cum all over her.

"I'll never hate you again, Mom. I love you."

"That's sweet... God, Max... There's so much of it... Are you really ready to meet your first child? Your brother and sister?"

"Yes, I am."

"What do you think Josh will say?"

"He won't have to know." A sudden thought flashed in his mind. "We should visit my grandmother. His mom."

Why hadn't he thought of this before?

"I want them to meet in this new world."