Early Morning with Mom

"We'll not have too long," I heard in a daze, soon followed by a soft metal "click."

I rolled over in bed, to lie flat on my back, and peeked down at my always-hard dick.

The room was still dark. No sunshine shone in. And the small clock was still all too blurry.

I heard buttons unbutton, elastic start slapping; I sensed someone in a hurry.

Though myself rather patient, I felt a warm body, jump on me and straddle my thighs.

I looked down through the black, to see mom's big, white grin, and immediately thought this unwise.

"No protests today," I heard in a whisper, as a finger slipped over my lips.

I rolled my head back and then let out a sigh, and started to wiggle my hips.

"Mmm that's the spirit," I heard the voice say, as mom lowered her body on mine.

I gave up and smiled when her hand grasped my shaft, and led both of our parts into line.

I'm not sure who started, my push or her squat, but soon I had slid into place.

Mom shuddered, relaxed, and started to rock while we lay intertwined, face-to-face.

"I'm sorry to wake you," she breathed between kisses, "but I can't get to sleep with you next door."

I replied with my tongue filling mom's concerned mouth, then "no worries--it's hardly a chore."

"My only concern" (a poor use of my mouth) "is getting caught, or worse yet--used to your pussy."

Mom cooed at the last, writhed and let out a chuckle. "Even though the ole girl's a bit bushy."

I thrust up at that, to show mom my affection, "Hey, you're perfect in every way."

"If you were all mine, and we lived someplace new, things would be like this every day."

Mom teared up a little (her pussy was sopping), and wrapped her arms tight around my head.

"You're such a good son. Now be a good lover. And seed me today in your bed."

My cock twitched on queue--how could it not--at the thought of impregnating my mother.

But she came to it first, spasmed, moaned into my neck, and I again prayed we'd not wake the others.

Mom's tightening cunt walls had felt quite convincing, and I thought soon it would be my turn.

Her orgasm subsided, mom kept grinding firm, coaxing, hoping my cum'd start to churn.

"I know it's not right son, but what I want most, is for your genes to fill up my womb."

"And, though I'd stay here all day, taking waves of warm sperm, I fear your father'll be waking up soon."

It took no more prodding, than mom's look of love, her soft tits, and the feel of her snatch,

to send the boys swimming headfirst to their mission; ejected with utmost dispatch.

We lay for a while. I stroked my mom's hair. Then rustled at dad's loud alarm.

"Mmm I've got to go, son. But it isn't over. If not this, then next time's the charm."

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All characters are over 18 and entirely fictional.