Mom’s Class Reunion Ch. 09

The story continues......

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Standing on the porch as the sunlight from the day was disappearing, the frantic rustling just on the other side of the door was.. illuminating. Putting my key in the door, I opened it. There, in a frantic haste, my daughter Stephanie was fighting the clasp on her bra. My husband, John, stark naked, stoicly stood near Steph in a melancholic state, with the realization of being caught.

As the picture before us came into clear view, the shock had followed. A condom wrapper lay on the coffee table, Stephanie's purse and cell phone on the side table, and my husband's penis sheathed in latex.

"What the..." I stated, horrified.

"Mom... it's.... not what it looks like," Stephanie faintly blurted out, now pulling her sweats back over her body. Eyes darting back and forth between Stephanie and John, the anger building up in me was more out of surprise.

"Maddie...," John had tried to interject.

Raising a hand in faux disgust, I looked over at Parker. "Don't," I said, resigned. "All I want to know is, how long?"

Seeing the humiliation, shame and downright embarrassment on their faces, brought to the forefront, my own hypocrisies.

"A few months," John quietly said. Seeing a man, almost 300 lbs. lower his head in shame, like the bird that ate the canary, I stood there, reeling.

Looking at Stephanie, who I was upset with, only saying "Mom, I'm so sorry. It.. it just.. happened."

Dropping my purse on the floor, I walked over to the couch and sat down. Rubbing my temples, I was genuinely, shocked. I mean sure, I could only assume what their reactions would have been if they learned of the affair I was having with Parker. But at the moment, my mind was a whirlwind. Going back into my mind, the weekend replayed. The flashbacks of every thrust into me, played in my memory. Every moan, every grunt, every time the headboard hit the wall, I just sat there. Then Parker's own words, "I'm in love with you, mom. I want to put a baby in you," played, like a neon sign flashing its' location.

"I.. I.. need to be alone," I said, feeling the room. As I looked at Parker, I winked at him, out of the sight of the others. Getting my drift, my son chimed in, right on cue.

"Let me take these suitcases to your room, mom. C'mon," Parker solemnly said, not meeting his father's or his sister's eye.

As we entered my bedroom, Parkers' next words echoed what my mind was screaming. "Oh.. my... God, mom," He'd say, putting a bag on my bed. "What the hell just happened?"

Relieved in a way, from the jumble in my mind due to the weekends admissions from Parker, the thoughts I'd been fighting suddenly showed clarity. Walking to Parker, I stood on my tiptoes, while simultaneously pulling his shirt down so my mouth was near his ear. "So... did you mean what you said, about wanting to put a baby inside me?"

After saying that, I could see the instantaneous click in his psyche. "Yes, I meant every word, mom. I want to fuck several into you."

A calculated smile appeared before my face as I continued speaking. "Well, it looks like we have..... quite the development before us," I whispered, running my hand through his hair. "What I'm about to propose to you, I need you fully onboard, or this cannot come to fruition, ok?" As his mind tried to register what I'd just said, I could also see confusion.

"Parker, I'd told you I love your father and wouldn't know how to explain a pregnancy due to his vasectomy, right?"

Nodding his head, I then spent the next 15 minutes explaining where my mindset just went to.

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As we walked back into the living room, Stephanie and John were still there. Sitting apart from each other, shame still written on their faces, I spoke. "Well this is quite the development," I'd begun, my words soft. Looking at Parker, I patted the spot beside me, signaling him to sit. As he sat, I took his hand in mine. "I think Parker and I need to have space, as this," pointing between the two of them, "Is something we need to digest."

Surprised at how my tone wasn't filled with anger or disgust, John and Stephanie still behaved in a stoic fashion. Seeing my daughters exhaustion wrought on her face, I could tell this wasn't their first rodeo.

"Do you two have anything to say for yourselves," I muttered, trying to sound hurt.

My husband cautiously chimed in. "Maddie, there is no excuse. Stephanie's been here the whole weekend," he'd admit, surprising even myself.

"But, your trip," I started, immediately stopping myself.

Vehemently shaking his head, John continued. "There was no trip. Steph had her airfare the day you two left. She arrived at 2 pm."

Looking at my daughter, and with Parker still silent, I saw Stephanie shift awkwardly in her chair. See how uncomfortable she was, I asked, "Do you have anything to add?" I stated.

"Mom, we didn't intend to hurt you or Parker," she flatly said, not meeting my eyes.

"You didn't intend to get caught," I corrected, now standing. Smoothing out my dress, I began walking to my bedroom. "Parker, honey, please pack enough clothing for a few days," I pointedly stated portraying the calm, yet hurt spouse.

Without saying a word, Parker went straight to his bedroom.

"Please give me time to gather a few things," I continued, "Do not follow me into the bedroom. We'll be staying at the cabin to... think." Even those last few words hadn't sounded genuine to myself.

Walking into my bedroom, I emptied my suitcase of their current contents. After doing 2 loads of mine and Parkers clothes from our most recent trip, I methodically packed.

The next morning, Parker and I left.

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That evening, 45 miles outside the city limits, the rain pitter-pattered off the bedroom window. As the fire inside the cabin's fireplace crackled, the sounds of intimacy echoed throughout. Loud creaking of bedsprings and the incessant thumping of a headboard spelled out that afternoons activity.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" In the solitude of the four walls, my son and I were in the throes of ecstasy.

"Yes baby.. oh, yes," I softly mewled, as my nylon-clad legs pointed, intimately, to the ceiling. Not wasting anytime once we arrived, Parker has been ploughing insides ever since. Looking up at him, solely focused on the task at hand, his hips were overtly active. Every lewd pump in and out of my pussy brought out more incest-filled yelps. "Harder Parker," I encouraged.

As the rain fell harder, the fire crackled moreso. "God mom!" He'd shout, in the solitude of the cabin, "This.. pussy."

Feeling his length and girth bottom out in me with precise ease, my hold on him didn't waver.

"Claim.. your.. pu.. pussy.. then," I stammered, encouragingly.

With no one around for miles, deep in the woods, we enjoyed our coupling. As the sun was setting behind the clouds and the sky was turning dark, Parker ramped up his activity

"Par.. Parker.. oh yes!" I moaned."Give.. it.. to.. me.." Now at a frantic pace, the creaking of the springs grew more prominent. "Oh Par.. ker.. Fu.. fuck.. me!" I screamed, now, detached.

Hearing the headboard banging relentlessly against the wall, the air was tense. Seeing the sweat culminate on Parker's naked chest, face and forehead, the droplets fell freely onto my tits, now open to my incestuous lover. My own perspiration, not withstanding, the odoriferous emanation about was apparent.

As his shoulders began pushing my legs back, I knew the finale was near. Parkers' sign he's about to explode first starts with his hands regripping my ankles. After, he matriculates his body more prominent into our, already, missionary position. With this action, my hands go from resting on his shoulders, to now holding him tightly as he lay on top of my upturned thighs.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! he scowls, every violent thrust claiming ownership.

"Cum.. in.. your.. moth.. mother.. honey," I, once again, encourage, feeling ever rap against my cervix.

After 5 minutes in this position, I feel my son tense. "Mooommmmm!" he'd scream. "Takeittttt!"

"As pulse, after pulse, after pulse painted my passageway, my son uncontrollably spasmed above me, while trying to simultaneously keep our lower regions locked as he emptied his bloated balls.

Now, running my left hand through his hair, I gave him an echausted smile. "Empty.. it.. all.. in me," I laboriously panted. "Cum in me."

Once satiated, Parkers' body ceased. Still in place, the heavy breathing was the only thing louder than the rain outside.

"Ho.. holy shit.. mom," he finally exclaimed, our sweaty bodies still together.

Patting his butt, I told him gently, "I need you to pull out. You really pounded me." The tiredness in my voice said it all, as we worked to regain our breath. As he tried to back out, I could still feel my vaginal muscles tighten around his semi rigid pole. Steadily, he made progress until his penis fell out of me.

The sight of the aftermath was of no shock. the white foam that had been etched onto his rod, also highlighted my pussy juice that helped to coat his monster. Glistening in the darker room, only illuminated by the fireplace, I felt his load flow out of me. Luckily, a towel was under my body as it stained that, and not our bed.

Gingerly moving my body, now on all 4's, I moved toward my son, lying flat on his back.

"Let momma take care of this," I seductively said, taking his semi-hard cock in my mouth. Taking his full length down my throat, I lovingly sucked any remnants of our love making down my throat. "Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned, as his dick began to rise again. After another 5 minutes, he popped once more, depositing yet, another load, into my stomach. Releasing him from my mouth, I slinked up his body. Eventually, we fell asleep.

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An hour later, as I was preparing us a late dinner, our conversation flowed freely.

"So, I have decided to stop using birth control,"I stated, matter-of-fact. "And you," I continued, reaching into the pouch of my apron, "won't be needing these anymore." Pulling out the box of condoms, I tossed them into the trash.

"Mom?" Parker said, confused.

"You said you wanted to pump several babies into my womb if I remember correctly," As I didn't look up from the stove. "You're not re-thinking that. Are you?" The timidity in my voice.

"Well, yeah. I do but..." he began.

Seeing the antipathy in his face, I cut in. "Don't worry about your father, young man. Remember, we caught them. They don't know about us." Reaching for bowls, she began ladling the soup into each. "If everything how I expect things to go when we go back home, we can... accelerate the process."

After we ate dinner, we ended our evening with my son blowing 2 more loads deep into my, soon-to-be, unprotected wound.

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"Yes! Oh I feel it, baby!" The next morning, I am on all fours, my head drooping down as Parker was balls deep in my ass. "Claim it! Claim my ass!" I yelped, feeling my bowels expand from the sluicing action within me.

With one hand on my hip and the other, playing with my sagging tits beneath me, my son had woken me with a new found confidence. Every propulsion into my anal passage was followed by repeated yelps. The run that had formed in her pantyhose from my inner thighs had displayed the nastiness of the moment.

"Oh sweetie," I panted, seductively.

Looking behind me, the exhaustion clearly painted on our faces, there was no rush. Noticing sunlight trying to make its' way over the horizon, the grunts that echoed over my

moans were grunts of ownership.

"I'm going to pump your cunt and ass daily mom," The lust in his voice. "I own your.. whole.. body.. don't.. I," he claimed, accentuating it with each powerful thrust.

"You.. own.. it.. God.. yesssss," I cried, as I held our sheets in a balled-up fist.

For 15 minutes, Parker went from powerful thrusts to teasing my entrance before slamming back into me. In the mirror above the dresser in the bedroom, the site of us in the pangs of ecstasy couldn't be understated. Seeing this early 40's woman, the silver hairs invading what was once youthful, and behind me, my robust, overly eager son dutifully fucking his mother, the air was tense.

"Par.. Parker.. Yes! Yes!" The more we did it, the more excitement that I felt. "It's.. all.. yours," I cried. Sure enough, the signs of relief began their ascent feom Parker.

"I'm gonna.. I'm gonna," Slamming in my butt as hard as he could, my body would lerch forward. "Mommmmmmmm!!" With one last thrust forward, he wrapped his one arm around my waist, while still fondling my tits.

"Yes Parker!" I screamed as the torrent of his teenage splooge blasted in to my anal cavity. The pulsating feeling, ever present and ongoing, carried on for a good minute. Still lodged up against me, I'd now mostly collapsed onto the bed, smooshing my aching tits on the mattress.

After releasing him hold on me, my son pull out of me. "Puhloppp!" As soon as his overworked bat left my swollen cavity, a cascade of his jizz maybe its' way out of me. Feeling it run out of my, I felt the ooey-gooeyness soiling my hosiery, as they were still fit over my waistline. The gusset area, which was ripped open, allowed the flow to matte my pussy hair and vulva. Cupping down below, I'd managed to stand, albeit, on tired, wobbly legs. On 4" heels, I made my way to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, the shame I'd usually feel hit afterward was not present. Realizing what the immediate future would hold, I made my decision.

For the remaining 3 days of our stay at the cabin, Parker fucked me senseless. Leaving bruising on my inner thighs and swelling on my vulva, I concluded, Parker now could stake claim on me.

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On our final day at the cabin, It was 11am. In the middle of another torrid session, our bed was slamming into the wall. As Parker was naked, nestled between my upturned legs, and myself, in just a pair of tan pantyhose at my hips, white 4" pumps, and my lace bra pushed over my tits, the aura in our bedroom was frantic.

"Oh yes!! Oh Yes!! Oh Baby, yes!! yes!!" As Parker plunged my insides, we could hear crackling from our open window, outside. The sounds of a vehicle obviously pulling up didn't bring horror, rather it brought a weary smile to my exhausted face. With that revelation, my voice came out soft. "Keep, keep.. fu.. fucking me.. oh God yes! Don.. Don't stop.."

As Parker re-positioned my legs, allowing me to wrap my legs around him as best I could, he placed his weight fully on me. Pumping as hard as he could, now in full missionary, my hands and fingers were laced over his shoulders as I stared up at the ceiling. With a view of the open door of the bedroom, I had turned my head in that direction.

"Yes! Oh Par.. Parker, pound momma's pussy," I'd wistfully pant, sweat now accumulating.

Hearing the front door open, Our bedsprings were creaking, uncontrollably. Every thump of the wall was unmistakable. Suddenly, just outside the entrance to the bedroom, what was initially footsteps entering, was now silence.

"What the?" I heard, as my son was focused on fucking me. Hearing the footsteps approach, I waited until the view Parker and I had spoken about came into view.

As soon as I saw them, I said it. "Pump.. that.. ba.. baby.. in.. into me," the seductive lust flowing. Staring at the my husband and my daughter, mouths now agape, I nibbled Parkers' ear. "Cum in me honey."

With that Parker slammed forward and his body froze. "Ahhhhhfuckyesmom!" Feeling jet after jet plaster my cervix, Parker turned his head, looking the same direction I had my eyes. As my son was emptying into me, the sight of my legs, one pointing upward, and the other, lazily on his back, I spoke.

"John, Steph.. Stephanie," I softly wheezed. "You finally arrived." When Parker tried to back out me, I mouthed, "No," into his ear.

Lying there and slowly catching my breath, the picture before us, now at a loss for words, was priceless. "Hey dad. Hey Sis," Parker would say, as his baby makers were settling in my womb.

"I see you received my text," I exclaimed, patting Parkers' butt. Lifting himself off me, his snake was exiting itself from my body. As it left, our aftermath found its' exit. Running out of my bruised lips, our combined juices found its' way onto the linens and in my pantyhose. As the tan color of my hosiery began to absorb its' share of ick, I just lie there, boobs now drooping off my chest.

Reaching my hand out to Parker, now standing, he helped me to a seated position.

As I say, I hadn't bothered to cover my reddened tits, nor did I make an effort to pull my nylons over my waist. As my husband and daughter slowly looked around the room, the condoms we'd used the first night were now visible. The wrappers they were housed in, on the floor. Several used pair of pantyhose were strewn on the wood flooring with one pair draped over the wooden frame at the foot of our bed.

"Now that the truth is out," I said, taking the tissue Parker had given to me. Wiping my coo, the complete shock on their faces was still present. "You both can quit acting like this is foreign." Making my way to the bathroom, Parker followed me. "We'll be out in a few minutes. Have a seat in the living area."

10 minutes later, we came out. Me, in a new pair of hosiery, but barefoot and a pink, floral sundress. Parker was wearing a pair of sweats and his Vikings jersey. Sitting across from each other, I let the silence fill the room.

A minute later, "How long?" was spoken from my husband.

"Since after my birthday," Parker quickly answered.

Seeing John's face go through fifferent stages, I chuckled. "Now, now," I stated. "No need for feigning disgust, dear. You and our daughter...," my voice trailed off.

"Mom, I..." Waving my hand dismissively at my daughter, Parker put his hand on my inner thigh.

"So, what now?" John implied.

Without hesitation, I exclaimed. "Parker and I spoke and we've decided to have a baby." Seeing their mouths hit the floor, I added. "You two have my blessing to continue whatever it is....." Running her fingernails atop Parker's hand she added, "What Parker and I now enjoy, won't be ending."

Seeing their eyes dart back and forth between them, the realization set in. After a back and forth amongst the four of us, the clear lines had been drawn. "Effective immediately, Parker will be moving into my bedroom. John, unless Parker allows me to be your wife once in a while, this (lifting her dress exposing the swollen vulva under the new nylons on her legs) is not yours anymore."

As he shifted uncomfortably his seat, John finally spoke. "I understand Maddie." Looking at Stephanie, I couid still see shame on her face mixed with a form of unsurity. "What about Stephanie and myself?"

Now taking my sons hand in my and resting them on my lap, I again exclaimed. "Stephanie, Parker only wants me. I am still married to your father, so unless Parker allows, I am off-limits, John." Eventually we split up and went our separate ways.

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Over the course of the next month, the changes in our home went smoothly. Parker was permanently in my bedroom. John and Stephanie had an arrangement that he'd come out to her apartment off campus every werkend and when out of school, John and Stephanie would be in her bedroom. Sure, there were times that the night air in our home would consist of headboards denting walls and moans of ecstasy from both rooms, but the air, once thick, evaporated. Sure, when Steph was home, dinners weren't awkward. Parker and I would excuse overselves and he'd fuck his mother into a coma night after night.

3 weeks after my class reunion, I developed morning sickness. So one Friday evening, lying under Parker with my legs pointing upward, runs down my inner thigh of my nylons, my wedding gown pushed over my waist, my veil, cockeyed on my head, and my white heels dangling off my feet from the latest pounding I just received, we were coming down from a raucous session.

Running my left hand, now wearing only the ring he had gotten for me that I'd wear in lieu of my actual wedding band, (Which now, sits on the table in a little jewelry dish) I whispered, "Lean forward a monent." Releasing my legs, they dropped to the beds edge. Leaning forward, I pulled his head down to my to wear I could speak into his ear. "Look on the nightstand," I told him, suggestively. Looking where directed sat a pregnant test with two + signs.

Looking confused, his eyes locked onto mine, questioningly. "What?" He asked, naively.

"You said you wanted to pump a baby into me, right?" I said, a satisfied look on my face. When he finally realized the meaning, a look of shock, then fear appeared on his face.

"You're..." Before he could finish, I nodded my head enthusiastically.

"We.....," I corrected him, as I looked to the mirror aside our bed. "We are having a baby."

With joy on his face, he proveeded to pump me full, for the rest of the night. Down the hall, we could hear John and Stephanie enjoying there relationship.

John and i ended up divorcing. Not out of disgust for each other. Not due to our affairs. Not due to anything other than we had different partners. Parker made clear John could never have me again, and that he didn't want his sister in that fashion.

We ended up selling our home and purchased smaller homes for each of us. Learning we were having twins, I thought Parker would faint. We learned of our twins the day of my 44th birthday. Stephanie became pregnant 2 months after me. Each, respective, pregnancy were successes. Parker and I had 2 girls while John and Stephanie welcomed a girl of their own.

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Sitting in our nursery 3 years later, now almost 47, I have birthed 3 kids for Parker. 2 girls, Katie and Ashley and a boy PJ almost 11 months old. 6 months pregnant, yet again, I rub my wedding ring laden hand over the baby growing in my belly.

Yes, we undestand that by law we cannot legslly marry as we are mother and son, but we each wear rings, that Parker bought us, and live like a couple. John and Stephanie ended up moving 4 hours away where she is now pregnant with their second child. All in all, everything has turned out well.

Occasionally the topic of Class reunion will come up. With an exhausted smile, from our routine of at least 2 loads a night in me anally or vaginally, I remind Parker how through it all, the humiliation, being caught in our incestuous affair, and worrying if our luves were negatively altered forever, I'd do it all again if it meant him, admitting how in love with me he had fallen that night. His own mother.