A Love Like Ours Ch. 02

"Afternoon Tom," he said. Then, nodding at me, "Ma'am." I smiled back, a flush of embarrassment flooding my visage I was sure. Tom said nothing, just nodded at his colleague.

I kissed Tom goodbye, a chaste motherly kiss, and retreated to my car, walking slightly bow-legged but feeling like I was floating. It was only when I got home that I realised I had forgotten to go to the pharmacy.

* * * * *

I kept on finding reasons to put off going to the pharmacist and, almost before I knew it, I had passed the time where emergency contraception would be effective. I just couldn't do it. I don't know why but I felt I owed it to myself and to the little life that I thought might, just might, be growing inside me. It was just too much to bear to do it. I did go to Boots on Tuesday afternoon, the last possible day when I could. I went to the park in Yeovil and sat by the pond with a bottle of water and the box in the hand. I must have sat there for 15 minutes, sometimes thinking through the possibilities, the various scenarios, sometimes just staring into space. Eventually, I stood up, crumpled the box in my hand and threw it into a nearby rubbish bin. Against all sense, all reason, I had decided to let fate decide.

I returned home and continued my double life - dutiful and loving wife who, when she could, stoke moments of illicit bliss with her grown son. Those moments were few and far between over the next two weeks beyond the occasional lingering kiss or brief feel. We did manage to have a lovemaking session in the shower when David repaired to the pub to watch an important game of football.

So wrapped up was I in living this double life and managing the situation, that I didn't notice that I was two days late with my period. I was getting ready for bed when I realised and my heart started to beat at a million times a minute and my mind raced with all sorts of different thoughts and emotions. My God, was this really happening? Had I really allowed myself to get into this situation? What sort of a fool was I to risk my marriage in this way? But...but...but I might finally have the chance to be a mother again, to hold another child in my arms and to give it my love. And that it would be Tom's, my own lovely boy's, would make it all so much sweeter.

I barely slept a wink that night and it passed with agonising slowness as I ran through the various scenarios and what I might say both to Tom and to David. My head throbbed in pain as I contemplated what might befall me should either conversation go less than perfectly.

I decided that I needed to be sure so in the morning I was going to drive into Yeovil to buy a pregnancy test. I couldn't risk buying one in our local convenience store so I'd have to drive into the town in search of anonymity. I eventually fell into a fitful sleep at around 4 in the morning. David had an earlyish start at a job some distance away that he was anticipating lasting all day and so was almost on his way out the door by the time I emerged from the bedroom.

Distractedly, I kissed him goodbye, a lump in my throat at the thought of the conversation I might have to have with him that evening or very soon anyway. He was concerned about me but I brushed it off as nothing and sent him in his way. I repaired to the kitchen to make porridge for myself and Tom, who'd be heading into work in about half an hour. Yesterday, when David had told me of the job, I had imagined that this would give me a fleeting moment with Tom to savour some more forbidden fruit but now I didn't feel like anything. There was a knot in my stomach and I felt more like being sick than having sex. I felt so guilty, so frightened as I stirred the wooden spoon through the porridge.

I was already fighting back the tears when I felt the cramps. I doubled over the hob in pain and it was then I knew that I wasn't pregnant. I made my way to the toilet and sat down on the seat. I normally sleep naked but when I am on my red week, I wear a nightie. I slipped my dressing gown off and hoicked up my silk nightie and pushed down my black knickers to reveal my bare pussy with the telltale little white string emerging from it. Though I had convinced myself that I was pregnant, I had sensibly made all the usual precautions for my period and I now tugged on the string, noticing a little red on it, and it duly revealed evidence of my menstruation.

I changed the tampon and returned to the kitchen in a daze. Forgetting the porridge, I just sat at the kitchen table and stared into space for a few moments unable to process what was happening. Then I smelt burning and dash to the stove to remove the porridge. It was ruined and I started to cry. Big wet tears rolled down my face and my shoulder heaved as I wept, whether in relief for a bullet dodged or in grief for a child that had never been I cannot honestly say.

It was there, sobbing in the kitchen that Tom found me. He ran to me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and then turning me around to kiss the tears tenderly from my cheeks.

"Mum," he said eventually. "What's wrong? And don't tell me that it's because you burnt the porridge - no one cares about oats that much!" It was a weak joke but it made me smile and I wiped away a few more tears with the back of my hand.

"It's nothing darling, nothing at all," I managed to say but it was obvious from his frown that Tom didn't believe me.

"Don't brush me off, Mum," he said calmly but with determination. "You can tell me anything, you know that." I could feel the tears welling up again as I looked into his loving, handsome face. I flung my arms around his neck and began to weep into his shoulder, soaking his pale blue shirt.

"Oh Tom," I moaned, clinging tightly to him. "I can't...can't say." He kissed my hair in response, holding me close. The proximity of our bodies had begun to arouse him and I could feel his cock through his trousers pressed against my empty belly. I had been so sure, and that made me cry all the more now. "Oh Tom, I've come 'on' this morning." I peered up at my son hesitantly through lowered lashes wet with tears. He closed his eyes and I saw a look of sadness cross his features.

"You thought you were pregnant?" He asked softly and, after an agonising pause where I teetered on the edge of confession, I nodded.

"Yes. I am - was - two days late. I've been so wicked Tom, I'm so sorry. I should have told you that I'm not on the pill. I never meant to deceive you, I swear. I just wanted to feel you that first time, the real you without some rubber between us. I never meant...but then I imagined what might be and...and..." I tailed off, barely daring to look at Tom for his reaction.

I felt his hand on my cheek and I looked up. His face was calm and gentle and loving. Maybe I hadn't lost him after all and hoped flared in my breast. "You think I didn't know?" He said gently. I blinked, confused. "I'm not stupid Mum," he continued. "Why would you be on the pill when Dad had a vasectomy years ago? It made no sense. I assumed after the first time that you would get the morning-after pill and then we'd talk about what to do but, when you continued to want me inside unprotected, well, I guessed what was happening. I knew you had wanted a bigger family and, don't forget, I knew what were some of your favourite stories," I blushed at the thought of the explicit incest pregnancy stories that I had favourited and which Tom must have discovered.

"But...but Tom," I mumbled, my mind reeling from his revelation. "Why didn't you say...that must mean that you...?"

Tom nodded with a smile. "Yes, I do. If you do. Whatever happens, we'll face it together but you must promise no more lies, no more hiding. I love you Mum, more than anything and I want to give you this gift, to share it with you, but we have to trust each other, you understand?"

I was giddy with relief and joy. I reached up on tiptoes and kissed him all over his face before settling on his lips and relaxing into a long, passionate kiss where we shared our renewed love. "Yes Tom, yes" I mumbled in quiet joy, "I swear it, I promise. Never again." I moaned as he started to pull me to a chair. He sat down and made me straddle his legs but not before he tugged my knickers down. I shook my head. "No Tom, you mustn't. I'll ruin your trousers." Tom just grinned in response and kissed me again, my protests disappearing into nothing when faced with his will.

He held me in place, his cock hard between us, his hands on my waist and he kissed me, kissing away my fears and my tears. I felt utterly safe and totally free with him as he pulled me closer. I felt his lips by my ear and heard him whisper the words I adored.

"Mummy, I want you now. I need to be inside you." I groaned in response and then shook my head.

"Oh Tom," I groaned. "I want that too but we can't. I'm too messy, down there. I don't want you to have to do that." Tom chuckled in reply.

"You think I care about a little blood Mum? What does that matter? I just know that I need you now, more than ever I want to share this moment with you. You'll let me do that, won't you Mummy?" He said in a tone that was gentle and loving but which brooked no refusal. I shivered with desire as his words passed through me.

"Of course my baby," I whispered breathlessly. "Whatever you want," I confirmed. I lifted my bottom slightly from his thighs and felt him gently tug the white string to remove the fresh tampon. It was already a little pink and I bit my lip at the thought of making a mess on his beautiful cock. Who was I though to resist him? I could never resist my son anything, especially not now when he had forgiven my trespass and was promising to give me another beautiful child.

Tom lifted me with ease above my cock and together we lowered me onto him. We both cried out in joy as he entered me, filling me deeply as my bottom cake to rest on his now bare thighs, his trousers pooling at his ankles as he sat in the wooden chair.

Tom was careful not to hurt me and despite my being on top, he controlled the rise and fall of our bodies as we made love there in our family kitchen, my bare feet arched on the linoleum floor as I balanced on my son's hard and powerful cock.

I was lost in my son, on this moment of utter intimacy. Nothing now was between us as I gave myself to him in my most raw state, nothing could ever come between us I knew. His cock was coated with my pussy juice and my life's blood as he leaned his head forward to pull one of my breasts from my nightie and to kiss it, to worship it.

"Yes baby, yes," I encouraged him. "Suck Mummy's breast. Oh God, it feels so good. Will you do this when it's full of milk again, like when you were a baby? When you give me our baby? I can't believe it, oh Tom, Tom, I love you so fucking much my darling."

"I know Mummy, I know," he breathed, his warm breath further stimulating my breast. "I'll give you everything you need, we're made for each other, you and I," he told me, his hands on my bare ass, squeezing it, pulling the cheeks apart as he cupped them and used his position to control my movements.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, I couldn't help but lean backwards, my arms around his neck to prevent myself from falling. Tom didn't break his stride, despite the extra strain, just continued to give me his magnificent cock at the same steady pace that was driving me past the point of no return. I wept as my orgasm took me.

"Oh Christ, yes, yes! Fucking hell, cumming, love you baby, love...you," my voice migrating from a cry to a croak to a desperate gasp of pleasure as I felt him empty his balls deep into my hungry pussy.

Slowly we returned to our sense and I rested my head against his brow, each of us glazed in a sheen of sweat, breathing hard, smiles as wide as the River Severn. Tom kissed me before lifting me gently to my feet. His copious white cum mixed with my womanly juices and the red of my period and was evident both on his cock and on my thighs as I stood up. I blushed in embarrassment but he shook his head.

"Don't be silly Mummy," he said softly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Go and clean up and then join me in your bedroom." I looked confused for a moment.

"But what about work Tommy?" I asked. He grinned.

"I'm suddenly feeling very poorly and I don't think I'll be able to go in today," he said, reaching for the phone in his trouser pocket. "I'm not leaving you today Mum," he added more seriously. "This is an emotional time and I want to be here with you today." He paused for a moment and then a deliciously wicked grin played on his lips. "Besides," he added in an amused tone. "I need to punish you for lying Mummy, don't I?" He asked rhetorically, his hazel eyes fixed on mine. I felt a thrill run through me, my skin prickling with anticipation, another blush creeping over my features as I nodded and lowered my gaze in submission.

"Yes Tommy," was all I managed to reply.

I freshened myself up in the downstairs bathroom before making my way upstairs, still in a fog of bliss. I could barely take in what had just happened. Every time I felt that I had Tom figured out, he surprised me with the depth of his love and the extent of his wisdom and perceptiveness. He seemed to know me so well - I had thought that was the mother's prerogative - and now, I thought with a thrill, he was about to prove it by disciplining me. The thought of a son, my son, taking charge of his mother made me almost wet my knickers with desire.

I tiptoed up the stairs towards my own bedroom and loitered outside, moving from one foot to the each like a girl standing outside the Headmaster's Office waiting to be admonished for some misdemeanour or other. How silly, given that this was my own bedroom and yet I promise that that was how I felt, and how I enjoyed that feeling, that heightened anticipation about what might occur when I went inside.

I had left my dressing gown downstairs and was dressed in just my low cut satin black nightie with lace trimmings. It ended only half way down my thigh and revealed plenty of cleavage for Tom to admire. Underneath were only a pair of plain cotton black knickers - the best sort to wear during my red week.

"I can hear you outside Mother," Tom's voice came to my ears and I felt my flesh begin to tingle and my cheeks start to blush.

"I am here, Tommy," I managed to say, having first had to swallow hard. "May I come in?"

"You may. Come in and sit beside me, here on the bed." He commanded and I obeyed. I sat next to him demurely, knees together, my slightly trembling hands in my lap. Tom turned to face me and his deep, searching gaze was upon me. I couldn't hold it for long, it was too powerful, and I flicked my eyes downwards in submission. "A mother should never willingly deceive her son, should she Mummy?" I bit my lip, still looking down and mumbled my reply.

"No Tom, never."

"And there have to be consequences when she does," Tom continued. "You taught me that when I was little and did things wrong. You never disciplined me physically did you?" He asked. Once again I bit my lip and shook my head. "No, but I think you need that, don't you Mummy?" My breathing was shallow and I couldn't trust my own voice so excited was I. I just nodded but that wasn't enough for Tom. "Don't you Mummy?" He repeated. I swallowed and managed to look him in the eye.

"Yes darling," I gasped and watched as he smiled and tapped his knee.

"I think this is where you need to be now Mummy," he said quietly but in a tone that brooked no disobeyed. Breathing hard, I lay across my son's lap. My breasts were position past one thigh and my bottom stuck up into the air slightly on the other side of his thighs. I could feel his gaze on my ass and I couldn't help but feel so excited. Here was I, his mother, the one who had taught him right and wrong, held the ultimate authority over him for the formative years of his life, now placing myself in a position of utter submission to his authority over me. So great was the power he had over me sexually and emotionally that I had willingly given him, that I was excited beyond measure.

He raised my nightie over my back and I felt my knickers being pulled roughly down over my bottom to my knees. Instinctively, I raised my bottom towards him slightly and waited for what he would do next. The seconds that passed felt lie hours as my anticipation was so great. I was about to beg him to strike me when he did, taking my breath away with the force of his palm smacking into my pale, tender flesh. I gave a little cry of pain but before I could say or do anything more I felt more sharp smacks on my cheeks. Tom's smacks were sharper and quicker than David's and after 5 or 6 I found myself moaning in delighted pain. My ass was throbbing and I was sure it must have been turning red already.

"Oh Tommy, I'm so sorry for lying to you, for deceiving you, I should have told you the truth earlier," I admitted. Tom smack me again and I cried out loudly, the sound turning into a moan.

"And what is the truth Mother?" He asked in his soft, confident tone. I was totally in his thrall, I'd have said anything he wanted but I said the truth.

"That I wanted your baby my darling boy." I told him. He smacked me again.

"You know how wicked that is don't you Mother?" He said and I moaned in response.

"Yes darling," I gasped, "so wicked I know. I'm such a bad Mummy but I want you and I wanted a baby from you, oh fuuuuck that hurts!" I cried in delight as he smacked me again. My ass throbbed like never before but I wouldn't dream of telling him to stop. "I'm sorry baby, can you forgive me? Can you forgive your Mummy for wanting you so badly that I didn't tell you what I really wanted?"

"Tell me now Mummy, tell your son now what you really want," he demanded, his palm once against connecting with my sore flesh.

"I...I..." I could barely think straight let alone put those thoughts into words, so great was the pain and pleasure I was experiencing but through that fug came the one, pure, irresistible thought and I cried it out so it filled the room where my husband and I had lived and slept and fucked for so many years. "I want my beautiful son to fuck a baby into me! Oh Gooood yeeeeeessss!" I cried and came as Tom ceased striking me as shifted me so that he could start gently to kiss my bruised bottom. The tenderness of his lips, contrasting so sharply with the stinging blows of his palm, sent me over the edge into uncontrollable orgasm, my body thrashing around over his knee like a fish out of water, gasping for air.

Eventually I rolled over onto the bed, wincing as my red bottom touched the sheets and stared up into my son's face. He smiled and leaned down. Raising my head slightly he kissed me in the most gentle and passionate kiss I could imagine. As he released me, he whispered. "I promise Mum, I'll give you that baby. It's what I want too, more than anything."