Tales of Incest Ch. 03

Chapter 3- Anti-Depression Medication

My room was dark as the door opened just a crack. I was not asleep. I was listening to my music. I had headphones on so I wouldn't disturb the rest of the family. A family that consists of my dad. He is out of town working, or so he told Mom. He is always working. It is true, but I also know it's more than that. He has a second family. I know this because I caught him with them once completely by chance. I was walking a friend home on the other side of town when I saw him pull up to this house and go inside like he owned the place. I asked my friend who lived in the area about it, and he told me about the family. The man, my father. The wife, a stunning MILF every man and boy over the age of twelve in the neighborhood wanted to fuck. And his three daughters were all gorgeous girls who rivaled their mother in beauty. Most of the men and boys in the neighborhood wanted to fuck them as well.

I feel bad for Mom. I don't think she knows about Dad's other family, and I haven't the heart to tell her. So, I guess I'm a scumbag too, just like my father. The especially sad thing is that mom is drop-dead gorgeous, though she is more than a little naive and dumb. I don't say this to be mean, god knows I love her more than any other woman on earth. I accept her the way she is. With all of her charms and faults, one of her faults is that she is not the brightest bulb in the room. In any room. She's not alone, though. My two older sisters are no brighter.

Another issue with Mom is that she has always battled severe depression. When Dad was around, she was fine; she was happy. However, now Dad is gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and Mom has slipped further and further down a depressive rabbit hole. To add insult to injury, Mom is also extremely allergic to almost all pharmaceutical medications. The worst part is that my older sisters have also recently shown signs of not only mom's allergies but also severe depression.

I saw my door open, and I turned off my music and waited. The door stayed cracked for several seconds. It wavered, swinging a little wider and then almost closing several times. I could tell that the person on the other side was hesitating. Eventually, the door did swing open, and a dark silhouette slipped into my room. The silhouette closed my door and quietly locked it.

Reaching over, I set my phone and headphones on my nightstand and then turned on my lamp. With a click-click, my room was filled with a soft, warm light that revealed my naked mother standing in the middle of my room. She was as beautiful as a goddess. However, her expression was sad and timid. I didn't know until today that Dad hadn't had relations with Mom for years.

Mom stood before me like a frightened deer caught in a car's headlights. She was 5-feet 5-inches tall. Her chest and beautifully sculpted, amazingly perky B-cup breasts started to tremble and heave as she panicked. She was so slim up top. Slim of shoulder. Slim of arm. She had a slim rib cage that V'd to a truly waspish natural waist before sweeping out to incredibly broad hips, wonderfully thick and curvesome legs, and a large round butt shaped like an upside down heart from the back and a very capital-C in profile. Mom had naturally dark, coppery skin. She had natural platinum hair, cut short in a chin-length pompadour in much the same style the singer "Pink" has always worn and made popular. Her eyebrows are well sculpted, her eyelashes are long and thick, and both are as platinum as her hair. Her eyes are an amazing amber color, though I guess, technically, they're brown. Lastly, in the face, Mom looks like a young "Kate Beckinsale" in the early 2000s before she aged and had work done.

Mom may not be the brightest, but she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Standing before me the way she was, I was now a witness to her countless hours of self-care and maintenance proven by her profoundly spectacular body. She was in the best shape of her life at forty-two. She may have had three kids, but she didn't have one stretch mark to prove it, and her slim, shapely belly, undulating in panic, was absolutely virginal.

"Mom," I said in a calm, soothing voice, "Mom, it's okay. We're only following Doctor Olivia's prescribed orders."

"Are you sure, honey?" Mom asked, "I don't want to do this if it will hurt you. I don't want you to resent me or hate me."

"I don't resent you, Mom, or hate you," I reassured her and then waved for her to come to bed, "I love you, Mom, more than anyone. I will do whatever you need me to do. Anything."

"Anything?" Mom asked as she slowly made her way to the side of my bed.

I pulled back the covers to reveal that not only was I naked, but I was massively turned on as well. My dick whipped up and stood flagstaff straight in the air. Mom saw it, and her first reaction was to look away.

"Come on, Mom," I said softly, "Just lie with me. If you don't want to do more, that's fine."

"I have to do more than that, though," Mom moaned as she climbed into bed, "Or I won't get better."

"That's true, Mom," I agreed, "You won't, but we can take it slow. I will only do what you want me to, nothing more."

----(!)----

Earlier in the day-

"Hello," I said to the receptionist at my high school, "This is Christopher Collins."

"Yes, Chris," Heather Daily purred on the other side of the phone, "What can I do for you today?"

Heather Daily is a twenty-five-year-old woman recently hired as a receptionist at my high school. She is 5-foot 9-inches tall with long brown hair, hazel-green-brown eyes, and a face like Scarlett Johansson. Her body, however, is purely pornographic. She has an hourglass figure with massive G-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a big round bottom that rivals my mom's ass for bounteous perfection, and that is saying something.

"I was just calling to notify you that I will not be in attendance today," I declared.

"Awww, and I was so looking forward to your usual flirting during lunch," Heather said in a low whisper, "What's going on? Are you sick?"

"No," I chuckled.

I usually spent my lunch hour flirting with Heather as best I could. I am no smooth talker, but she seems to like my attention.

"Actually," I explained, "My mother has a doctor's appointment and doesn't like to drive. My sisters are working today, so that just leaves me."

"I see," Heather mumbled disappointedly, then warmed up as she continued, "Well, I will mark this down as a doctor's appointment then. I hope your mom gets better, and I hope to see you tomorrow."

"Thanks," I said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"It's a date then," She chirped happily and hung up.

'A date?' I thought in happy astonishment as I pressed the end call button.

'Yes!' I thought as I fist-pumped the air.

An hour later, Mom and I were sitting in Doctor Olivia Green's office. She was the best naturopathic doctor in the area.

"Caroline," Olivia said once she finally showed up for our appointment, "I am going to need you to undress for me."

Mom nodded, but her entire being radiated depression and a general unhappy sullenness. She stood up and started to strip when Olivia looked at me and asked, "Caroline, wouldn't you rather your son left the room?"

Mom's response was to shrug and say, "It doesn't matter. It's not like I've got anything he wants to see."

Olivia looked at me and then back at my mom and shrugged, too, before sitting on a stool and waiting for Mom to take off all her clothes. That was the first time I had seen my mom completely naked since I was a baby, and those memories were hardly recallable. I tried my best not to stare at my mother's perfect naked body. She was so stunning, so beautiful. How could she ever think I, or any other man, wouldn't want to see her naked every chance possible?

I stared, and Olivia noticed.

It was obvious that this wasn't Mom's first visit to Olivia. Instead of putting on a gown, or Olivia asking Mom if she wanted a gown, Mom simply sat on the medical bed naked, after which Olivia started using the tools of her profession to check Mom's vitals. Oddly enough, for many of Olivia's procedures, she made Mom stand up and turn to face me. This was when I noticed that mom's belly was shaped like a teardrop with its point ending at her sternum then sloping in and out to a broad and flawless lower belly. Mom had a small but prominent pubic mound with long, immaculately groomed platinum pubis in the shape of a flame. Everything else was removed with a laser. All around her small patch of platinum pubis, her skin was soft and smooth and coppery. Her pussyslit and pussylips were completely denuded of all pubis. Mom was flawless. She was beautiful. She was a goddess. She was a trophy wife. So, why did Dad have another wife?

I drank in Mom's body like a man dying of thirst. I ogled every square inch of her. My dick was as stiff, bulging rod pressing down my inner thigh and stretching my denim jeans around its length and girth. Once my eyes finally made their way up my mom's body, our eyes met, and she blushed profusely, her skin goosed, and her pink nipples tightened. Olivia watched and noted it all.

Once Olivia was finally done with her inspection she finished by casually slipping her fingers into mom's pussylips and pushing them into her vagina. Mom's reaction was absolute mortification. When Olivia withdrew her fingers, she rubbed them together and sniffed as she inspected Mom's lubrication for consistency and aroma. She made a curious humming sound and said, "Caroline, get up onto the bed and lay back."

Mom did as she was told, and Olivia added, "Now, pull your feet up to your bum and spread your knees out wide. I'm going to perform a pelvic examination."

Coincidentally, I was sitting at the bottom of the examination bed. I saw everything as Mom spread her legs apart as her beautiful, beyond-perfect pussy opened to me like a blooming flower. She had thick, meaty outer labia, a small A-shape hood hiding a small jellybean clitoris, and her inner labia were small and delicate and glistened with moisture. I could smell Mom's aroma. She smelled hot and humid and watery with a faint salty-sweet taste that clung to the back of my throat. Mom's vaginal mouth opened and closed with her breathing and the constant undulating contractions of her nervous muscles, but it was beautifully shaped like a teardrop caught on her perineum. Even the bottom rounds of her ass cheeks were beautiful.

Mom saw me staring and moaned before looking away as she blushed even more than she had been before. Olivia saw me and she watched Mom, and she noted it all and made sure I had a clear view of Mom's pussy, and Mom had a clear view of me watching as she slipped her fingers into Mom's vagina and started probing.

Mom gave a little gasp when Olivia first examined her pubic symphysis by rubbing her fingers along Mom's vulva, from above her clitoris to her vagina. Mom bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and tried not to moan as Olivia slipped two fingers inside her, but she did, anyway. Olivia was very clinical in her performance of the bimanual examination, and yet, mom orgasmed as Olivia slowly examined her pubic symphysis from the inside. She climaxed twice more as Olivia carefully examined her vaginal walls. Mom orgasmed mightily when Olivia used her fingers inside and her other hand on the outside to examine her cervix and uterus. And finally, Mom was a heaving, orgasmic mess when Olivia found and handled her ovaries.

Mom was whimpering and biting her bottom lip and blushing like a virgin caught masturbating. She peeked to see if I was still ogling her before looking away and covering her mouth while still watching me watching her. She would look away but always returned. Once Olivia finished the exam, she withdrew and said, "You may put your clothes back on now, Caroline."

Olivia pulled off her gloves, sat on a stool, and waited as Mom clothed herself. Mom was shaking as she put on her panties and bra, followed by her sweatshirt and pants. That was how I always knew when mom was down. She usually wears cute, flirty little outfits when she is happy. However, when she's not happy, then it is sweats, a daygown, or simply not getting out of bed for the whole day, and tons of chocolate.

Mom kept looking at me as she got dressed. Her expression was pure embarrassment but also a pleading expression as if she wanted something from me, but I didn't know what she wanted, and worse of all, I didn't know what she needed. Once she finally had her clothes on, Mom came over and sat next to me and took my hand. She laced her fingers through mine and squeezed. I returned her squeeze with one of my own and let her pull my hand over into her lap. Did she realize she placed my hand on her inner thigh right against her lower belly and mons pubis, and I could feel the heat coming from her pussy?

"So, Caroline," Olivia began once mom was seated, "You're as healthy as most fifteen-year-olds. More so, actually. Aside from your age, you're in the prime of your life physically."

"Why do I feel so down, then?" Mom almost whined, "I can't explain it, but most days, I don't even want to get out of bed!"

Olivia looked from Caroline to me to Mom's hand holding mine between her thighs. Looking up and meeting Mom's gaze, she asked, "Caroline, do you feel safe in your home?"

"Yes, of course," Mom replied.

"When was the last time you and your husband had sex?" Olivia asked.

Mom looked at me apprehensively. She clasped my hand tighter and somehow pushed my hand right against her pussylips. She was so warm and moist down there!

Mom closed her eyes against her embarrassment as she replied, "David hasn't made love to me in five years."

With her admission, her shoulders slumped, and she started to weep. I squeezed her hand in as much emotional support as possible, but I wasn't sure how much my support mattered to her. Olivia only nodded as if Mom had just confirmed a suspicion.

"Well, no doubt you are still as allergic to pharmaceuticals as ever," Olivia stated bluntly, seemingly changing subjects, "So, that limits you greatly on what you can do to treat clinical depression, though I'm not certain that's what you have in any case. The good news is that you are a very healthy woman. You're what I call a late bloomer."

"Late bloomer?" Mom chuckled, but it was in bitter humor, "I'm forty-two and losing my mind! So healthy!"

"Yes, Caroline," Olivia said firmly, "Unlike some girls who peak at fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, or thirty, you seem to have a longevity gene. You've been coming to me for what, fifteen years now? And you are more beautiful and in better physical shape now than when you were twenty-seven."

"Why do I feel like shit then?" Mom asked.

Olivia smirked and cut her eyes from Mom to me and back to Mom before she answered, "Caroline, you are depressed because you haven't had sex in five years. You have a deficiency in vitamin-D3, I imagine. I recommend that you take D3 and magnesium daily. Also, I recommend that you get on a daily regimen of CoQ10, Ashwagandha, Chasteberry, Inositol, Maca, vitamin E, and Black cohosh."

"Aren't those for fertility?" Mom asked.

"Yes," Olivia purred as her smirk became a smile, "They are all for fertility. However, fertility is a side effect of your hormones being in balance. Your hormones are out of whack, and I think you may have a gene expressing now that makes it so that your body is not producing enough serotonin, oxytocin, melatonin, and prostaglandins, which are some of the anti-depression feel-good chemicals our bodies naturally make."

"How do I get me -- the old me -- back?" Mom asked, "That's all I want."

Olivia's gaze locked on Mom's, and she was suddenly very stern as she asked, "How dedicated are you to fixing your depression?"

"I am completely in. What do I have to do?" Mom asked pitifully, almost begging.

Olivia looked at me. She looked down at my hand between Mom's thighs, and then she looked back at Mom and said, "First and foremost, I prescribe that you have intercourse no less than three times a day."

Mom's mouth dropped open. She looked completely flabbergasted and, honestly, I think I looked much the same way. I certainly felt it. Mom's mouth worked silently as she tried to respond. After a few seconds, she said, "Olivia, I just told you, David and I haven't been intimate in years!"

"I know," Olivia said as she cut her eyes from mom to me and back to mom, "You, my dear, used to have an active sex life, yes? Well, were you depressed back then?"

"Yes, I did," Mom agreed, then added, "And no, I was very happy."

Olivia nodded.

"Caroline," She purred confidently, "You are one of the rare women out there whose mental, emotional, and physical happiness and balance require a steady intake of a man's semen. Maybe you've always needed it and naturally been self-medicating. Or maybe this is a new issue for you. I can't be sure. What I do know is that ever since you have been my patient, I have seen a steady decline in your emotional well-being, and that decline has nosedived over these last five years. This leads me to believe that you've always needed a man's semen to help your body produce your own happiness chemicals."

"That sounds ridiculous!" Mom gasped, "Sex! Semen! As an antidepressant? I can't believe it!"

"Well," Olivia chuckled, "I certainly understand your feelings. I felt the same way. However, what I am prescribing for you to do is something I am doing as well, and I can tell you it works. Also, there are new studies that show that men's semen is loaded with all those feel-good chemicals and hormones I cited earlier."

"But my husband isn't having sex with me!" Mom wailed in frustration, "How, exactly, am I supposed to have sex three times a day or more?"

Olivia cut her eyes to me, then back to Mom, and then answered, "There was another study done that states that they saw negligible effect in women's emotional health solely with the introduction of men's semen. What they did find was that women in long-term stable and loving relationships benefited more from sex with their partners than those women having sex with random partners. With these studies in mind, I have crafted a treatment plan for you. Caroline, the later studies infer that you need regular sex and that you should be in a long-term relationship with a loving male. Yes, that is usually the husband. However, in your case, you do have an alternative. Caroline, aside from David, what other males in your immediate circle of friends and family do you have a long-term loving relationship with and also have immediate and reliable access to for intercourse three or more times a day?"

Mom was thinking over the question. Olivia was snatching glances at me and looking down at where Mom was holding my hand between her thighs and against her soft warm pussy. My mouth fell open, and my eyes felt like they were going to bug out of my head as I gasped, "No! You can't be suggesting..."

Olivia nodded, then said, "I am."

"Chris," Olivia said as she stared hard at me, "Your mother needs a stable, loving man in her life. A man with the virility to keep up with her libido, which will be substantial once she's feeling like herself again. She needs a man who loves her so deeply that he would do anything for her to keep her both physically and emotionally well. Your mother needs you to be the man that your father is not, Chris, whether or not his reasons are intentional or pure negligence. Can you do that, Chris? Can you be the man of the house? Can you be the man your mother needs you to be?"

"I..." I started to say but found that I was salivating so much I had to stop and swallow.

"My son?!" Mom gasped suddenly, just starting to understand Olivia's implied prescription for her depression, "He's my son, I could never! That's incest. Isn't what you're suggesting illegal?"

"Sure," Olivia replied smoothly as she turned her attention back to Mom, "However, people do illegal things all the time. For example, people speed every day while driving. Some break the law by a lot while others break the law only a little. So, tell me, Caroline, have you ever driven only a couple of miles over the speed limit?"

"Yes," Mom admitted.

"Well," Olivia went on, "This is like that. You're just a little outside of the law, but it isn't murder or rape or theft, or destroying someone's property. You're just choosing your health over their rules. Besides, Caroline, don't you love your son?"

"I do," Mom gasped defensively.

"More than life itself?" Olivia asked, "Would you do anything for him? Even die for him?"

"I would! In a heartbeat!" Mom replied.

"Well then," Olivia countered, "Why not love him instead, and be happier for doing it?"

"But..." Mom whined.

"But, what?" Olivia sighed, "Caroline, you love your son, right? And Chris, you love your mother, right? Well, all I'm prescribing is that you love each other -- more. That's it! That's all! It's medical. It's clinical. You can make it enjoyable or not. It's up to you."

"Have sex with my mother... to make her feel better!" I gasped as my mind started playing out scenarios and possible consequences, "This is crazy! What you want us to do... Having sex! For there to be any effect, my semen would need to be inside my mother. That means that we would have to have raw, unprotected sex. What if I get my own mother pregnant?!"

"A valid question and concern," Olivia replied coolly as she retrieved a box she had sat on her desk earlier, "That is why I measured your mother for a diaphragm."

Olivia looked at mom but spoke to me, "Caroline can't use birth control pills because of her sensitivities. The pills would wreck her hormones as they do every woman taking them. They would probably drive Caroline batshit crazy as well. However, your mother needs your semen in order to help her body make her own hormones and feel good chemicals in her head. This will require a lot of sex, Chris. Three times a day at least, but the more, the better. So, here you go, Caroline..."

Olivia stood up, reached over, and placed a box in Mom's lap, "This is a silicone diaphragm. It is non-allergenic. It's the best I can do. If you're allergic to this, then you'll have to continue using the rhythm method while having unprotected sex and take your chances. Make sure you read the instructions, though. I would have prescribed you a cervical cap as well, but you're allergic to spermicide, and we don't need you to get pregnant while trying to make you feel better."

As Olivia turned and sat back down behind her desk she continued, "We do, however, need you to absorb as much of your son's semen through your vaginal walls as possible. Some women are promoting oral sex as an equivalent to vaginal sex as a mood enhancer. Don't do it, unless you just want to. However, it will not help your problem. Chris's semen needs to mix and interact with your vaginal fluids before being absorbed through your vaginal walls, cervix, and uterus in order for this to work."

Mom placed her hand on the box and looked down at it. That was when she finally saw her other hand clasping mine and where she had placed it between her inner thighs and against her pussy. However, instead of gasping in horror, she sighed heavily and looked at me and asked, "What do you think, Chris? I don't know what to do. I doubt you'd be interested in an old woman like me. And I'm your mother. This is so humiliating. I can't believe I'm in this situation. I just want to cry and go to bed and stay there forever. I don't know! This sounds so bad! But, Chris, should we at least try?"

Looking from Mom to Olivia and then back to Mom, I replied, "I think this is a horrible idea, Mom. This could go so wrong. It could ruin our lives. And it's incest!"

"Yeah, you're right," Mom sighed in utter defeat.

I saw a light go out in her amber eyes as she gave up and sighed. Tears glistened on her bottom lashes as she started to sit forward and placed the box in her hand and lap on Doctor Olivia's desk and mumbled, "I don't think I'll be needing this for the foreseeable future."

I could see mom shrinking on herself as if her desire to live was just dying out. I had to do something. Dad wasn't here. He was never here! He had his other family! I have to do something. I am all that Mom has!

"Mom," I whispered, "I'm not dad. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. I'll do it, Mom. I'll be the man you need me to be. I promise!"

Mom's hand that held mine between her thighs and against her pussy squeezed tight even though she didn't smile. She looked tired and sad. So sad. And yet, there was a glimmer of hope that wasn't there before in her amber eyes, and I knew I had made the right choice.

----(!)----

Mom snuggled against me so that her small, perky breasts were pressing against my chest. They were so soft and squishy. My dick was raging. I almost instantly came the moment they touched my skin. I could feel her taut nipples pressing into my ribs and pectoral. Mom's belly was pressed against my side, and I could feel its soft caresses as she breathed. Her lower hip and thigh pressed against mine nearest her while she draped her uppermost hip and leg across my legs, and I could feel her soft platinum pubis softly caressing my skin.

Mom's right arm was situated above her and me while her left hand hesitantly rested on my abdomen. She recoiled from her first touch, but she had nowhere else to lay her hand except on me, and so it returned. Shyly, she started caressing my upper abdomen. She moved her hand to my chest and ran her fingers across my pectorals. I could feel her confidence rise every second and with every caress. Eventually, after several minutes of just touching my abdomen and chest, she bent her uppermost leg and raised her thigh suddenly and caressed my long legs with her soft, smooth, wonderfully feminine flesh. Her upper thigh collided with my erect dick, which was doing its best impression of a flagstaff, and bent it up until it was lying flat against my lower belly and the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh. Mom's hips shuddered, and her entire body quivered.

"Sorry," She mumbled shyly.

"Don't say that," I managed to say while her fingers caressed my skin as she dragged her hand down my abdomen, "This isn't your fault. If it's anybody's fault, it's dad's. He should be here for you, and he isn't. And even when he is here, he hasn't been taking care of you like he should. I refuse to be sorry for this mom, so you should too!"

Mom gave a shuddering sigh while combing her fingers through the hair on my belly as it passed over my navel. Her nails raked through my pubis and suddenly her small soft hand was wrapping around my dick as the nail of her index finger pushed inside my urethra and the lips of my tip before continuing down and caressing my glands.

"Argh! Mom! I'm cumming!" I gasped in sudden, humiliated panic!

In what seemed like fractions of a second, my balls were tingling and vibrating violently. They had been for a while now, but this was worse. So much worse! My whole body felt like a raw sensitive nerve, especially my dick as it surged with strength and blood. My breathing was rapid and panicked, my heart was racing as my dick swelled up until the mushroom tip was nearly twice its normal girth

"Mom!" I gasped, "Mom!"

With a smoothness that belied her haste, Mom grabbed my dick and shifted her whole body. One second she was lying beside me, and the next she was on top of me as her intense amber eyes stared into mine. She was blushing profusely as she watched me watching her as she guided my dick to her vagina. Before I knew what was happening my ultra-sensitive tip was sliding across her pussylips, across her clitoris, down her vulva, and slipping inside her hot wet embrace. Just as my swollen mushroom tip slipped past her vaginal mouth my body shuddered in orgasmic contractions, my eyes rolled up into my head and I gasped and moaned as I uncontrollably blasted and sprayed and geysered my semen deep inside the fertile depths my own mother's procreant body!

Mom removed her hand from my rock-hard prick and used both hands to brace herself against my chest and abdomen as she pushed herself up into a sitting position straddling my dick as she slid down its length until the tip of my quivering cumming head slowly thrust deep inside her deepest depths. I shuddered involuntarily both inwardly and outwardly as my cum sprayed against her cervix as my first climax ever inside an actual woman reverberated through my body. My mind expanded into blissful emptiness as I basked in the pure euphoria of my climax. For only seconds, time seemed to slow down. I found myself flexing my back, buttocks, and leg muscles in an effort to thrust as much of my dick inside my mother's hot, wet pussy as I could. A primal part of me wanted to sink even deeper inside her belly and seed her fertile womb until she was pregnant, while another part of me was struck nearly dumb with fear that I might do just that by accident!

Mom sat perfectly still, straddling me, and watched me with wide open eyes as I climaxed. Her gaze never wavered for a second as I shuddered and my muscles contracted. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was so embarrassed. I was making orgasmic expressions and sounds as I blasted my semen into her belly. And still, every time I opened my eyes, her glowing golden-amber orbs were there, staring at me, drinking in every second of our first incestuous mother-and-son sexual union. Mom's expression was embarrassingly focused. Once my climax passed, it left me weak and reeling. It was so much more powerful than my usual masturbation, and my dick was still a throbbing, blood-engorged, pregnancy-inducing meatstick twitching sporadically inside Mom's vagina as the last dregs of my semen spewed out of it.

Mom placed her hand on her lower belly just above her pubic mound and stared at me intensely as she mumbled, "Well, I did it. I let my only son fuck me just so I can feel better. I am officially a horrible mother."

"That's not true!" I replied emphatically, but then chuckled, "So much for going slow, though. I'm sorry."

Mom wasn't listening. Caught up in her depressive thoughts and feelings, she asked, "So, how does it feel to return to the womb that gave birth to you? How do you feel about me now? Do you still love me? Or, do you hate me?"

Looking up at my mother straddling my hips with my dick buried in her vagina, the very place I had passed through to come into this world, I found her staring down at me with such an expression of tender love and anxiety for how I felt about her as post nut clarity washed over me in a wave of solemn resolve. Mom's platinum pompadour verily glowed in the soft light of my nightstand lamp as the short chin-length hair fell into her eyes. Her amber eyes seemed to gather all the light in the room and glow bright gold. Her coppery skin was soft and smooth. Her breasts were small and perky. Her belly moved in the undulating motions of breathing while her soft, smooth pussy sat firmly affixed upon my pulsing dick. Her platinum flame of pubis danced an inch above my pelvis where our bodies met and interlocked.

Reaching out, I took her hands and pulled her down. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her as hard and passionately as I knew how. We kissed for a very long time. Mom was hesitant at first, shy even, but she quickly relaxed and started returning my kisses with a passion and prowess that bespoke her experience. After a minute or so, I let Mom push herself up into a sitting position where I could feel her ass cheeks squeezing my balls as I replied teasingly, "You're not a horrible mother, Mom. You're the most awesome mom I have!"

"I'm the only mother you have," Mom sighed in mild irritation that gave way to the beginnings of a smirk.

I smiled and purred, "You're the only mother I've ever wanted, Mom. I love you so much!"

"And now that we've had sex?" She asked, "Now that your mother has let you penetrate the very place I gave birth to you from, and let you cum inside me?"

"I love you even more, Mom," I said in soft thoughtfulness as I traced my fingers up her thighs and played my fingertips across her lower belly before pulling her hands away so that I could comb my fingers through her platinum pubis, "I'm sorry I can't explain it better, but somehow I now feel linked to you. Connected. Somehow, more deeply than ever before. You're my mother, and yet now you're so much more. I'm sorry. That sounds crazy, I know."

I felt it, and I believed every word. I felt a swell of emotion in my chest as I looked up at my mother, who I knew I loved as my mother, but now it was so very much more, a swollen and swelling mass of undefinable emotions. My heart felt like it would burst. Even as I probed those feelings and wanted to express them, what I wanted most was to hug Mom close and kiss and squeeze her so tight that she might not be able to breathe. Simultaneously, I also wanted to rail her pussy and blow my cum as high and deep inside her unprotected fertile belly as I could and impregnate her. However, instead, I ran my hands up her thighs and reached around her hips to grab two great heaping handfuls of her bountifully curvaceous ass cheeks before starting to slowly thrust my still stiffened dick inside her.

"I want to make love to you, Mom," I said softly.

Her platinum eyelashes sparkled as tears lined her bottom lashes. She lowered herself down so that she was laying on my belly and pressed her lips against mine in a kiss that was long and unforgettably tender. Her tears fell from her lashes and wet my cheeks. In a sudden hunger for dominance, I gathered my strength and twisted, rolling Mom onto her back and then settled in between her thick, wonderfully soft, and curvesome thighs.

She lifted her legs so that her feet were high in the air while I refused to release her ass cheeks. My weight was upon her as I buried my head in her neck and nibbled her ear and the corner of her jaw while I pounded my dick inside her pussy hard and fast. In an emotional frenzy, I railed Mom for close to five minutes before my climax was upon me and I once again blasted my cum deep inside her.

My orgasm left me shaken and weak even though I was still sawing my dick inside my mother and slowly pumping out the very last remnants of cum. I felt completely spent. I was breathing hard and beginning to sweat. Mom was also perspiring. She had a slick sheen of sweat covering her body that made her coppery skin seem to glow. She felt so soft and firm and wonderful against me.

"I love you!" She whispered.

Her voice was soft and husky. Letting go of my mother's deliciously plump ass, I pulled my arms up so I could support my upper body on my elbows. The way she said she loved me, it wasn't like she had said it a million times before when we were only mother and son, before having sex just now. The change was distinct. I could see love and conflict and trepidation warring across her face. Something had changed in her as well. Mom's lips were centimeters from mine. Her amber eyes glowed with the intensity of her emotions. The way she looked at me now wasn't like I was her son anymore. I was more than that to her now. I was the man she loved. I could feel it radiating off of her like the sun's rays on a hot summer's day. Even through her sad, depressed expression, I could see hope shining in her eyes now, and I could feel my own love responding. In the very core of my being, I knew that she was now the woman I loved.

"I love you," I whispered.

I saw an intensity flare to life in her amber eyes and knew we both felt the same. Our love was no longer that of a mother for her son nor a son for his mother. I was more to her now, so much more, just as she was so much more to me. I was a man, and she was a woman. We were lovers. We were in love. The connection was real and very palpable. How? How was it so -- instantaneous -- though?

I could feel my dick starting to lose its pep after having cum twice within such a short amount of time and so I started slowly working my dick in and out of Mom's pussy once again. She had other ideas, though, and stopped me by pushing against my chest. I slowed and stopped and looked into her eyes and basked in her honest smile.

"You've cum twice," She purred sensually, "Now, it's time I teach you how to make mama cum."

"Okay," I mumbled, but my tone must have given away my disappointment because Mom's expression turned very neutral as she asked, "Are you upset that I want to cum too?"

"No," I said while trying to mitigate my countenance, "I just thought -- that I was making you feel good."

Mom chuckled then and caressed my cheek before purring, "You are, baby. You absolutely are making me feel good! However, I want to show you how to make Mommy moan with pleasure. Think of it like this, baby: Mommy's body is a playground, and Mommy wants you to play with all the toys because it makes me feel good when you do. I want you to experience all of the rides before you cum again, and then once you've stirred mommy up until I'm a panting, moaning mess, going out of my mind crazy with arousal as you make me climax... When I climax like that, I get really aggressive. At that point it would be best if you just let Mommy do whatever she wants to you, and that will be smashing your dick as hard inside me as I can force it to go as I orgasm my second time. Then, finally, mommy will be so cum drunk that when you cum, your spraying your semen inside me will make me orgasm a third time so hard that I'll be screaming -- or I might even pass out!"

"Oh," I mumbled, not really knowing how to feel about Mom's confession. However, she was more experienced than me, so she would know what felt good to her, and I had no doubts that she knew how to make me feel good, too. After all, she already had made me feel good and was already making me feel good.

"I'm sorry I came prematurely," I said in pure embarrassment.

"Don't be baby," Mom purred delightedly for the first time in months, "It makes me happy that I can make you cum simply by being naked or with a little touching. The fact that I arouse you that much makes me feel very sexy and desirable and feminine."

"I still wish I had done better. Taken longer," I mumbled.

Mom's sad smile was all too knowing as she looked at me for a few seconds before pulling me in for a kiss, then whispering, "I just took your virginity, son. You've never been touched like I'm touching you now. It's okay to be oversensitive. The body naturally is sensitive to anything new, and this is all new to you. Performance comes with experience, and that, my new, sexy-as-hell, man of the house is exactly what I am about to teach you. That is, if you want to make mommy so happy that I scream in delight."

"I do," I replied.

"Then, lay down beside me and do what I ask you to do," Mom purred.

"Yes, ma'am," I said with the beginnings of a smile turning up the corners of my mouth.

My dick was flaccid as I withdrew but I could still feel mom clamp her pussy muscles around my shaft. As I came out of her, I saw that my dick was slick with only her lubrication. She had somehow scraped my dick clean and sucked all of my semen inside her vagina and was now, for lack of a better term, digesting it. This made me wonder for a moment and then ask, "Mom, are you using the diaphragm Doctor Olivia gave you?"

"No," Mom purred in a huskily sensual voice, "Why? Does that please you? Does it thrill you to know that your semen is at this very moment sinking inside my deepest depths? Do you like the idea that you just might get Mommy pregnant?"

"I..." I gasped softly as the idea of my sperm swimming into mom's womb and fertilizing her eggs both thrilled and scared me.

Mom chuckled delightedly and caressed my cheek before saying, "I love you so much, but no, today is a safe day."

"Really?" I replied doubtingly. I didn't think mom would purposefully try to get us caught by getting pregnant, but then, she also wasn't exactly in a sound emotional state either.

"Yes," Mom assured me, then nodded and smiled, "I've never been able to use birth control. I'm allergic to latex, polyurethane, polyisoprene, and anything goa, t thereby eliminating all condoms. I'm allergic to all spermicides as well as sensitive to high doses of copper. So, I have used the rhythm method for years. It's the least reliable of birth control methods, but it has worked so far. All I need to know is when my period ended. That was three days ago. I then count fourteen to fifteen days to my ovulation. Subtract seven days because that's how long your sperm can live inside me, and now I know I have four more days before I will need to use the diaphragm. Five or six if I'm feeling especially horny and don't mind gambling. Seven to ten more days if I am so horny that I'm being stupid."

"Oh," I replied simply, feeling unsure of how to feel about cumming inside my mother's raw unprotected vagina and finding out that the chances of getting her pregnant was very unlikely. I wasn't sure if I was happy or disappointed. My expression must have given away my feelings again because Mom suddenly smiled predatorily and purred, "Why, honey, are you disappointed that you're not going to get me pregnant?!"

Despite myself and the sense of relief I felt that there was no chance of impregnating my mother, I blushed profusely in embarrassment that she had read my feelings so easily.

"Well, yeah, I guess I am," I admitted in an embarrassed mumble, "There's a part of me that is freaking out that I just might get you pregnant. However, there is another part of me, some instinct I guess, that is more powerful by far and that part of me wants to nut and drive my dick so far inside you that I fertilize all your eggs. I guess now you know that you have a freak for a son who wants to impregnate his mother!"

Mom giggled! She actually giggled!

"No more a freak than I am," Mom replied in a warm purr, "I'm a mommy who wants to be impregnated by her son -- one day -- whenever it happens!"

I chuckled. This was all so absurd. Just a few hours ago, we were a normal mother and son. Just a few hours ago, I would never have imagined I would be in this situation. But now? Now we were confessing to each other, a mother to her son and son to his mother, that I wanted to impregnate her and that she wanted to be impregnated by me!

Fear and excitement battled within me as I replied, "So, how do we proceed?"

Mom shrugged and smiled as she purred, "Just because I have a diaphragm doesn't mean I have to use it."

Part of me was delighted, but the more rational post-nut part of me was screaming that this was a terrible idea. Shaking my head, I said, "No, mom, I shouldn't get you pregnant. What will happen when Dad finds out? As you said earlier today, he isn't having sex with you, right? So, what do you think he will assume when you get pregnant?"

"He'll assume I'm cheating," Mom mumbled as if she hadn't thought of it and was supremely disappointed.

"Which, you are, Mom," I purred softly to take the sting away, "Doctor's orders or not, you are still cheating on Dad."

"So, what should I do?" Mom asked.

"Let's enjoy each other," I said, "Let's have fun and get you back in good mental and emotional health first. Then, we can discuss getting you pregnant later. You have time if that is what you want to do."

"Not really. I'm forty-two. I only have a couple of years before menopause," Mom mumbled disappointedly, "But I guess I will use the diaphragm for now. I ovulate usually on the fourteenth or fifteenth day after my period, so I should be fine for the next few days."

"That sounds good," I agreed, then changed subjects and asked, "So, where on your playground should I play first?"

Mom's disappointment faded, and she gave me a mischievous grin as she purred, "First, I want you to lick my breasts and suckle my nipples."

Propping myself up on an elbow, I leaned in and hovered my lips over my mother's small, perky B-cup breasts. I licked and I kissed and I suckled them. I moved from her breasts closest to me to the one further away.

"Touch me," Mom panted in an aroused sigh, "Caress me gently with just your fingertips. My belly. My thighs. My pussy, but don't go in. Not yet!"

I hovered my hand over her belly as mom watched. She was so oversensitized that she shuddered even though I hadn't touched her yet. On instinct, I held back with my hand only a few centimeters from touching her. Instead, licked my way to her soft pink nipple and gently suckled as mom moaned in desire.

I could feel the heat from her body. Mom's moans became more passionate and insistent. I moved my hand down her belly, never touching her. She hummed and she moaned.

She begged, "Please!"

I still didn't touch her. I came to her long platinum pubis. They stood out from her pubic mound like a lone stand of silven trees. I brushed my hand across them and mom gasped and shuddered, contracting her perfect abdominals and thrusting her pussy upward toward my hand but I pulled away and mom growled in frustration!

I brought my hand back up her belly, and mom moaned pitifully as she arched her back and stretched her abdominals in an effort to be touched. Once my hand hovered above her belly just below her sternum, I withdrew from her nipple and blew gently across it. Mom's eyes rolled up into her head, and her mouth opened in desire, and she moaned, "Oh god! I've created a monster!"

With a satisfied smile, I commanded, "Beg."

Mom's eyes popped open, and she looked upon me with a new light of shocked desire in her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed twice. She looked down at my hand hovering over her soft, sensual body, and she moaned, "Please!"

"Please what?" I asked.

"Please touch me!" She begged.

"No," I said.

Mom looked at me, and her amber eyes were truly frantic as she whimpered, "Please!"

"Who am I?" I asked.

"You're my son," Mom moaned.

"No," I said, then asked, "Who am I?"

"My so--," Mom began, then gasped and looked at me wide-eyed as she whispered, "You're my lover?!"

"You're a horny mommy in love with her motherfucking son!" I growled, "But, no. I will ask you one last time, and if you get it wrong, I will stop and never touch you or have sex with you ever again. Now. Who am I?"

Mom looked at me like she had never seen me before in her life. She was scared now. Having sex after so long, not having any love or affection shown toward her, broke her willpower completely. We were mother and son, and yet, we were bonding on a sexual and spiritual level far beyond the experience of our familial relationship. She couldn't jeopardize that. Tears budded and lined her lashes as she moaned, "You're my son! You're my lover! You're my daddy! My new man! My husband! My master! Please, Chris, tell me what you want me to say! What do you want me to do? I will be whatever you want, baby! You can be whatever you want! I will do whatever you want me to do!"

Looking into my mother's frantic and fragile eyes, I realized I had taken my playing too far. She wasn't ready for roleplaying. Leaning in, I kissed her wonderfully kissable mouth just as I lowered my hand and softly caressed her belly with my fingertips. With slow, purposeful sweeping motions, I dragged my fingertips down her belly and circled her navel before sliding down and combing my fingers through her soft pubis. Mom gasped and moaned into my mouth. She pressed in for more kisses while thrusting her pubic mound up into my hand and I let my fingernails slowly drag across her soft smooth pussylips.

Mom's skin was softer than velvet. Her body was warm while her skin was cool all at the same time. It was amazing and truly enlightening to feel her move beneath my hand. To feel her skin goose as short transparent body hairs rose on end. It was incredible to feel her muscles contract and flex and stretch as she moved beneath me. It was nearly orgasmic for me to touch her outer labia and feel how soft and smooth they were and to feel the heat that radiated from her down there. It took everything within me to not slip a finger between her labia and delve her vagina.

Mom gasped and moaned and shuddered as the sides of my hand caressed her inner thighs while my fingertips dragged down her outer labia to her ass cheeks all the way to the bed. She moaned and spread her legs apart and pulled her knees up so that I had more access as I dragged my nails across each fat round ass cheek. I allowed only one finger to follow the line of the press of one ass cheek against the other. Then, I slowly drew my nails across the soft flesh of her labia and back up to my palm.

Mom shuddered and heaved and sighed as I repeated what I had done two more times. The next time I drew my fingers back up to my palm, I massaged them into her lower belly and raked my nails through her platinum pubis. I dragged my fingertips across her belly from hip-flare to hip-flare and then circled her navel before following her linea alba line up to her sternum. Mom gave another shudder and stared at me through her long, thick, platinum eyelashes with an expression of pure sexual intoxication.

I gave her a quick grin and leaned in and suckled her nipple as I slid my hand down the slope of her belly to her navel then up the low hillock of her lower belly before combing my fingers through her pubis and dragged my fingertips down her pussylips. Mom moaned and rocked her hips. I raked my nails across her labia. I repeated this over and over and then, finally, I slipped my middle finger between her labia right at the top of her pussyslit and slowly pushed my finger down between her pussylips. Mom gasped and moaned loudly as her pelvis suddenly shuddered in orgasm!

"Oh fuck that's good!" Mom moaned once she came partially back to her senses, "Damn you learn fast! Fuck, mommy's sensitive!"

I couldn't help but chuckle. I also couldn't believe how satisfying it felt to bring mom to climax and make her lose control. The more I made her moan and gasp, the more I felt like I was playing an instrument, and well! I couldn't help but wonder just how far I could take this. How hard could I make my mother climax?

I withdrew my finger from the wet folds of her pussy and resumed raking my fingers across her outer labia. I massaged her pubic mound. I combed my fingers through her pubis. I caressed her belly. I fondled the breast I wasn't suckling. I pinched and nibbled her nipples. Finally, I returned to her pussy and slipped a finger into her vulva. Mom moaned and gasped and mewled as her body shuddered and writhed beneath my caresses. She was right, though; she was super sensitive and absolutely pornographically hungry for sexual release.

I used my thumb to rub from her pubic mound down her slit to the hood that covered her clitoris. I slid two fingers down her vulva, over her urethra, and pushed my fingers inside her vagina. I curled my fingers around her pubic symphysis and applied pressure to her g-spot as my thumb rubbed slow circles around her clit as she gasped and shuddered.

I V'd my fingers inside her sheath stretching her walls and ran my fingers down the back of her vagina before whisking her entrance and using her lubrication as I rubbed her vulva and clitoris to moisten her pussy. Mom's breathing was slow and ragged. Her body shuddered constantly, and she had her eyes closed as she focused completely on what I was doing to her and the build-up of her next climax. I withdrew completely and raked my fingers across her meaty outer labia. I purposefully avoided her clitoris, though I did trace my fingers down the line of her pussyslit and tickled the fringes of her dainty inner labia where they were exposed. I moved up and massaged her pubic mound and raked my nails through her pubis. I slid my hand back down mom's thighs, making each retraction up her inner thigh lead to her vagina. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that I liked touching and caressing mom's body, and the longer I waited to return to her pussy the more worked up she was. This was the best sort of teasing I have ever experienced!

When I finally slipped my finger between mom's labia she gasped and wailed tremulously as I immediately rubbed her clit in tight circles. Her back arched and she sucked in air as her face blushed. She started rocking and rotating her hips, grinding her clit against my finger more firmly and I responded by sliding my fingers down her vulva and curling them inside her vagina. I slid my fingers up and I found her g-spot again and then moved up and found her cervix. It felt firm and conical and closed, so I tried massaging it.

"Oh god!" She gasped suddenly and started mewling and moaning loudly, "Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh, god!"

Fascinated by mom's antics as she started arching her back, then contracting her belly and thrusting her hips aggressively while they also spasmed uncontrollably, I scooted down her body so that I slipped the arm that I was laying on under the small of her back. I found her spine and followed it down her sacrum, between her ass cheeks to her coccyx. I grabbed a great heaping handful of her large round ass cheek and rested my pointer finger on her tiny little asshole. Mom's moaning and squirming intensified.

With a better angle of my upper arm and hand, I slipped a third finger inside Mom's vagina which had her gasping and moaning wantonly, but I wasn't finished. I used my index finger to apply constant pressure to her G-spot. (A term I learned later after doing some research.) Then I used my middle and third fingers to gently massage her cervix, or C-spot as I later found out, and then I used my thumb to flip Mom's clitoral hood back and attacked her tiny pink jellybean directly by rubbing small slow circles over it. Mom's response was extraordinary!

For the next five minutes, drool dribbled from the corners of her open mouth as she looked at me through long, thick, platinum eyelashes with shocked pleading eyes before they crossed and rolled up into her head as her eyelashes fluttered and tears streamed from the corners. She sucked in air and held it, and then she started shuddering uncontrollably as she wailed one long keening note that climbed in octaves as her climax peaked!

Mom moved one hand on her free nipple and started pinching and twisting it ruthlessly. Her hips started rocking and twitching sporadically. Her other hand grabbed my hair and forced my head into the breast I was suckling. I responded by biting hard but not hard enough to penetrate her soft skin. As I suckled harder, her thighs started quivering and snapped closed around my hand, locking me in position so she couldn't get away from my assaulting her cervix, G-spot, and clitoris simultaneously. Mom's keening climax rose higher and higher, and her body quivered more and more until her voice went completely silent with her mouth wide open and unable to draw breath. Mom stayed like that, quivering and silently howling for almost a full minute until she finally growled like some wild animal!

Very suddenly she was pulling my hair and snatching my head and lips away from her breast, she grabbed my hand and pulled me away from massaging her clit, g-spot, and c-spot, and out of her vagina, and with a feral animalistic snarl pushed me onto my back and pounced. In seconds, she went from quivering, orgasmic mess to ferocious animal in the throes of her breeding heat.

Nearly forty minutes had passed from the first time I accidentally came inside mom until now, and now my dick was once again a massive erection standing at military attention. Mom grabbed my wrists and held my hands above my head as she kissed me roughly. She sucked on my tongue and pumped her mouth on it like she was sucking my dick before letting it go and sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. She bit me hard enough to draw blood before pulling away with a grunt and growl. The bite made me think about what she had said before about making her so aroused that it would be advisable to let her do whatever she wanted to me. Now I understand. This woman was not the same woman I have spent my eighteen years of life being raised by. That woman was kind and considerate and fragile and amazingly gentle. This woman was none of those things. This woman was a beast, a predator, a huntress, a lioness fully in the throes of her breeding frenzy!

Mom smiled, showing her teeth before she snarled and clicked her teeth shut like she was going to bite me again. However, this time, she licked my chest. I tried to move my hands, but she reacted immediately and aggressively, like a challenge alpha with her beta. I'm no beta, but this was mom shedding her timid omega personality while in the throes of her passion. Well, I'm secure enough in my manliness to allow her to be in control for the time being.

Mom pushed my hands down to the bed with a fierce glare before she kissed, bit, and licked me. As she did, she moved to straddle my belly and rocked her hips so that she was grinding her pussy on my abdominals. Within seconds, I was covered in her clear, clean, muskily aromatic sexual lubrication. I tried to look down and see if she was making a mess and getting the my cum that I had seeded her with earlier all over me but Mom was a wild thing all over the place. One moment, she was kissing me, then biting my pectoral muscles or neck. One second she was kissing my lips, licking my jaw, or nibbling my ear and the next she was grinding her pussy down my lower belly until her large round ass cheeks were slapping and grabbing my dick with every twerk of her hips as she tried to pull it from its straight up in the air flag pole position and force it underneath her so she could grind her pussy on it. Finally though, after several minutes of her making out with me with such aggression that it felt more like sexual assault, Mom pushed herself up and looked down at me as she continued to twerk her pussy forward the back on my abdomin with my dick was firmly held between her ass cheeks. Then, slowly, she lifted up until her pussy was directly above my dick. Mom lowered herself down until the tip of my head disappeared just inside her vagina and then she looked up at me and smiled predatorily as she slammed her body down my shaft!

Mom gasped and climaxed instantly as her pussy slammed down on my pelvis. She gasped loudly and then moaned as she started grinding her pussy in a fast forward and backward motion that bent my dick like a limber your tree limb despite being as stiff as a tree trunk. Mom ground her clit on my pelvis in short fast thrust that withdrew my dick from her cervix maybe two inches and then slammed me back home, directly into her cervix. Every collision felt like I was getting punched in the nose, but it was my dick instead. However, mom moaned and gasped more and more loudly as she changed her rhythm and started grinding her clit on the base of my shaft and pelvis while also seemingly massaging her g-spot and cervix with the head of my dick and filling her up with my long and girthy shaft as I swelled larger and larger inside her.

Mom started wailing and screaming loud enough to wake everyone in the house! My first instinct was to panic. I thought of Dad and what if he heard us having sex, but realized he was gone and I didn't need to worry. But then I remembered my sisters. They were home and an inquisitive lot. I could just imagine them breaking into my room just so they could catch me having sex with my girlfriend, which I didn't have. There was no doubt in my mind that it was obvious what was happening, therefore, it was only a matter of time before my sisters came to investigate.

Mom was orgasming continuously as she went from grinding her pussy on my pelvis to bouncing on my dick like her fat round ass cheeks were loaded with springs. She slammed down, grinding her pussy on my pelvis before swirling my dick inside her before lifting until only the tip of my dick was inside her vagina before slamming right back down again. Her constant moaning was a halting mewling that anyone listening would know means that she was being railed hard and fast and feeling it good. At some point, mom let go of my hands and looked up at the ceiling as she continued to lift her hips and slammed back down in loud booty-slapping, ball-busting collisions. She was inhaling only to grunt and moan and wail with every cervix pummeling slam. Oh god! Both Allison and Katelyn could surely hear us having sex!

Mom's third and final climax peaked with her slamming down my shaft as her whole body went as stiff as a board. She howled like a banshee until all the air in her lungs was used and the quivered as my climax peaked and I thrust as hard as I could into her vagina hoping beyond all sensibleness to penetrate her cervix even if a little and blast all my cum directing into her uterus like I had seen in so many hentai mangas. I thrust as hard as I could and my cum blasted into mom as her final climax peaked!

Mom collapsed forward onto my chest, heaving for breath just as I heard my door being unlocked seconds before Allison and Katelyn burst into my room with phones pointed directly at Mom and me. They were recording as they gasped, "What the fuck Chris?!"

They saw Mom's ass and my dick buried in her pussy but they didn't register who she was for a few seconds until mom looked back over her should with a cum drunk expression and sighed, "Get out you two, this is between me and your brother."

"Mom!" Allison and Katelyn shrieked in unison.

"Out!" Mom commanded a little more authoritatively, and Allison and Katelyn gaped before finally leaving the room and closing the door.

Afterward, mom laid down on my chest, and we slowly recovered before she eventually sat up and said, "We better go explain this to your sisters before they call your father."