A Million to One

Again I heard the sound; merely a whisper but definitely a voice.

"Will?" I heard from the hallway and was up and at the door in no time opening it to the dark and Mom's doorway across from me, dimly lit.

She stood in it. Her medium length brown hair down, a thumb at her mouth, seemingly nervously chewing the nail.

"I thought I heard you call," I told her. "What's wrong?"

She looked out of character as if apprehensive to tell me something.

"I've done something silly," she managed. "I've...I've had a little accident."

I left my own doorway and went to her, not for a second thinking about the little I as well was wearing.

"What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"It's embarrassing," she managed to half smile.

"You can tell me," I placed a comforting hand upon her bare upper arm much as she'd done me hours before. "Hey, it's not like you're stuck somewhere again!" I joked.

"Hmm," she blushed. "It's a bit like that actually."

My hand was taken and she led me into her room, the covers in disarray on her bed where we stopped beside, my mind racing.

"I couldn't sleep and realized it was because I was hungry," she began to explain and I thought we shared a similar problem, my hunger being for her however.

"I went down to the kitchen and all that really caught my eye was, well, a carrot."

"Ok," I shook my head wondering what the hell this had to do with her accident. On her bed beside us I noticed her thong and made a point of not looking further down her body. Keep control, I told myself.

"I put a little olive oil on one, you know I like that, then came back here and that's when it happened!" She elaborated and still I had no clue what she was getting at.

"Mom, I don't understand," I admitted.

"I fell on it!" She declared.

"I'm sorry?"

"I landed on the carrot. I was climbing up onto the bed and I fell on it," she repeated.

Still I was at a loss.

"It's inside me Will!" She plainly stated.

It was a joke surely and I couldn't keep a straight face.

"What?"

"I fell on it and it went up my, well...my bottom!" She explained.

"Mom, come on?" I challenged.

"I know Will. How do you think I feel? It was a million to one."

She WAS serious. It didn't wipe the smile from my face however.

"Let me get this straight. You were hungry so you go get a carrot," she nodded as I repeated her story. "You put oil on it and then go back to bed with it. Then fall on it and it goes up your ass. Is that about it?" I smirked.

"Well yes but it's not funny," she rebuked me.

"Well it kind of is," I disagreed.

"It was the big one!" She stated and it took my breath away.

"You're serious?" I questioned, recalling just how large that carrot in particular had been, Mom seeing the change in my face.

"Oh, so now you understand?"

"Jesus Mom," I gasped, wondering how it was even able for her to walk if what she said was true. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "This has never happened to me before."

"You can't just, I don't know," I was struggling to say it. "Go in the bathroom and..."

She scrunched her nose and shook her head, giving the impression she'd tried and failed.

"Then what? Should we go to emergency or something!?"

"Oh heavens no," she adamantly replied. "We could, I don't know...try to get it out ourselves." She sheepishly suggested.

Just the thought of it had me hardening and wearing only tight gray elastane shorts, my dick had nowhere to hide.

"You want ME to...?"

"Well, yes. If you wouldn't mind Honey."

"I mean, no of course I'll help. What do we...how should we?" I stammered.

In response she climbed upon the bed, the babydoll immediately riding up over her buttocks much as her dress had done on the staircase. Her ass presented to me now even closer than then, she reached around and with one hand spread her left cheek.

"If you could just maybe feel inside Honey, we'll get an idea then..." she sighed.

My cock was reaching its fullest potential as I looked right into her pink asshole. Her ass crack smeared in oil, the outer labia of her pussy below just as damp but clearly for another reason.

"This is crazy Mom," I stated, considering her admittedly accident-prone history. "Even for you," I added as I raised my hand to her bottom and pressed my index finger against the heat that emanated from her anus.

"Well I didn't plan it," she defended herself as her asshole winked against my fingertip. And then I entered. So easily my finger slid inside her body, her sphincter gripping me like lips around a straw. The second knuckle inside, my finger encountering the void of her rectum until finally I was up to the webbing between my fingers and could go no further.

"How does it feel Mom? Are you okay?" I questioned as I wiggled my finger around, feeling the silky walls inside her ass.

"It feels good Baby, keep going. Maybe try another?"

If there was a monstrous cock sized carrot inside there, I wasn't sure how two fingers would do a better job finding it than one? But who was I to disagree, sliding back out and pressing another finger into her opening. This time she let out a soft moan as I penetrated her ass, my free fingers below encountering the cool wetness of pubic hair upon her pussy.

"Mom, I can't feel it," I admitted with some genuine concern.

"Try another Honey," she almost begged, dropping from her elbow to be face down upon the mattress, her other hand to join in the spreading of her ass. "Go deep," she added, almost a command.

There was no carrot! I decided. Her arm had never been stuck. Was this simply the lengths she had to go to initiate some kind of sexual relationship between us? I'd give her one thing, she was original. My cock making my shorts resemble a circus tent, I used some initiative and slid my remaining two fingers along the lips of her vagina, coating them in lube before joining the others at her asshole.

"Good idea Baby," she condoned my actions. "Lube me up good."

My fingers forming a point, I slid inside her welcoming ass to my palm, pulling out and repeating the process to her accompanying groans. My dick pulsing, I stroked the underside, almost wanking as pre-cum leaked through my shorts.

"Yes Will, stick it in deep," she moaned. "Move it around Baby," she ordered and I responded by dropping my thumb down to meet her pussy, sliding between her velvet folds.

"Oh God yess," she hissed and fell forward on the bed, her hands dislodging from her buttocks. I found what I assumed to be her clit and stroked, climbing onto the bed between her outstretched legs as she moved her ass obscenely on my hand. "Oh God, oh God," she repeated. "Oh...!" She paused and even her movement came to a stop. "Oh," she once more stated and I questioned her attitude.

"What is it?"

Her response was to turn her head as she propped up on an arm and revealed what she'd discovered.

The orange color was stark on the background of the white sheets and ridiculously for a fleeting instant I thought it must have come out of her mouth, as she held out the carrot I'd supposedly been searching for inside her body.

"Mom, what the fuck?" I exhaled, drawing my hand from her ass.

"Oops," she giggled.

"You knew all along?" I questioned.

"Well I had my suspicions," she defended herself. "I did slip when I got on the bed, honestly. It must have just rolled under the sheets here."

"Enough Mom, seriously," I declared, sitting back upon the mattress. "Tell me the truth. For once this weekend."

She seemed taken aback as she mimicked the position I sat in, her babydoll once again covering her nudity. I did nothing to hide my erection however and her eyes were divided between it and my face.

"What do you mean, 'this weekend?'"

"I mean from the start. You knew I was arriving at 10:30. And what? You're half naked. Then you wear those tights. You knew they were see-through. On the stairs," I unburdened. "Was your arm even stuck? It was right out of a Brazzers shoot!"

"What's a Brazzers?" she frowned before realizing I was no longer playing her games. "Alright. What do you want me to say? That I want to have sex with my son? That I've wanted to for years but only now had the courage to act on it?"

She seemed shocked that she'd said the words, her face losing its rosy complexion.

"I just wanted you to be honest," I sighed, worried that I'd made her upset.

She paused before speaking.

"Like you were honest about watching me on that video call?"

"What?" I almost whispered. "You knew?"

"I could hear you Will," she admitted.

"I thought I was on mute," I defended myself.

"But you could've hung up at any stage," she challenged but I could see she harboured no malice.

"I..I couldn't. It was beautiful," I admitted.

"I did it for you Darling," she confessed. "It's always been about you."

I was taken aback. Not only learning about the video call but about her feelings.

"So what do we do now?" I meekly asked and her eyes once more looked down at my dick.

"Mom, it's incest," I felt it somehow necessary to inform her. "It's actually illegal."

"So?" She bluntly countered.

"So, we haven't even really kissed," I proposed, now strangely nervous what I'd been seeking for two days and if I was honest, nigh on twenty years was on the horizon.

"Do you want to kiss me?" She stupidly asked and all I could summon was a nod.

Leaning forward, she inched toward my face and I moved in the final distance until our lips connected. As far as I could recall, the first time I'd ever kissed my mother on the mouth. It was better than any girl I'd made out with. Her lips moved with mine, her tongue at first tentative as it flicked my own, then delving inside my mouth with abandon. She pulled back and a tiny trail of her saliva followed for a moment before breaking the bond between us.

"Was that ok?" She asked and I blushed.

"I could do that for days," I admitted and she smiled, her eyes dropping to my cock.

"Will," she looked back up at me. "Can I see it?"

I was out of my underwear in seconds, standing before her proudly erect, about as hard as was physically able.

"I've imagined it for so long," she confided, excitement in her eyes. "It's just like I dreamed."

My mother had been dreaming about my dick. Was this what all mother's thought about? I wondered, or was I just the lucky one? Without seeking permission, she took me in her hand and milked the pre-cum from my length, dropping her lips to the head and kissing up my flow. The clear fluid like gloss upon her lips before she took it into her mouth, her hand squeezing hard around my shaft.

The vision, the sensation, the entire scene so hot I felt unbelievably on the verge of orgasm and dramatically wrenched my cock from her grasp lest I cum into her face.

"What's wrong?" She looked up troubled.

"Nothing," I soothed, fighting back the impulse. "I just think I was about to cum," I admitted.

She beamed, that beautiful smile I'd loved my entire life and she took the opportunity to lift her babydoll up over her head to discard.

We were both naked.

Mother and son, alone together. Both aroused. No more need for secrets or discretion.

"It's what I want," she stated.

"What?" I asked as I climbed upon the bed, Mom sitting back, her legs spread to obscenely display her sex.

"You to cum. On me. In me," she slyly grinned.

"Can we really do this?"

"Why not? We've kissed, I've touched your penis. You've had your fingers inside my body Darling. What taboos are there left for us to break?"

"I can think of one," I claimed as I reached down to lift her legs, drawing them up toward her chest as she rolled onto her back, laughing, gripping behind her knees.

Her ass now in the air, vagina and asshole barely inches below my mouth, I looked in her eyes as I wrapped my mouth around her vulva.

Nose buried in pubic hair, my tongue slid between her slick folds, delving as deep as possible. Slurping, sucking her plentiful juice, I withdrew and focused on her clit, kissing, licking, before abandoning all reserve and simply smearing my face all over her vagina. Now this was heaven. On Earth, between my mother's legs with a face full of cunt. Her asshole beckoned and I filled it with my tongue, tasting olive oil before my hair was pulled and I was dragged up over her body toward her face.

I fell upon her, my cock finding her wet and willing and sliding inside the vagina I'd just devoured.

"Fuck me Baby," she breathed as our lips once more met and she hugged me to her breast. "Fuck me like you do in my dreams."

I had no idea what I did in her dreams, but corporeal Will did his best to please. Her over lubricated vagina was a blessing as I fucked her, friction reduced, preventing my premature release. It didn't seem to affect her however, gasping with every thrust until she grew quiet, holding her breath as she bit down upon my tongue.

That she was cumming was obvious. Her vaginal walls contracting, clenching my cock as the flow of her lubrication increased dramatically. I hugged her body as she shivered, her legs wrapping around my ever-thrusting hips as she finally released my tongue.

"Don't stop," she hissed as she sucked at my neck vampire like, and actually increasing my pace, I felt her climax once more, or the same orgasm extended? It wasn't important. I'd found my calling. Making my mother cum. And I'd do everything in my power to devote the rest of my life to same.

"C...cum in me," she managed to voice before we were kissing once more, tongues entwined, lips smearing. With arms beneath her body, I slid a hand to her butt, fingers delving her sweat or pussy lubed crack before finding her asshole. A finger inserted to which she released a contented sigh. My dick piston-like as I increased the rate of my penetration, amazed I'd lasted so long as I felt the cum begin its surge.

"Oh fuck yes Baby," she exhaled as I released inside her. "I can feel it Will," she admitted. "I can feel your cum Baby."

Again and again I came within her body. Pulse after pulse of pent up incest inspired semen shooting as deep as was possible. So warm she felt inside. So wet, I'd contributed to making her vagina. Finally lifting my hands and body from hers, I pulled out to spray the last of my offering upon her deliciously hirsute pubic mound.

Puffing, I squeezed the remaining cum from myself, holding my cock tight to prolong the duration of my orgasm. Mom reached a hand down to comb her nails through her pubes, the cum going with her to decorate her fingers like pearl rings, finally cupping her vagina as if to seal my seed inside for safe keeping.

"Still think we're doing something wrong?" she grinned up at me and returning the smile I once more settled down upon her body.

"I didn't say it was wrong," I defended myself. "Just illegal."

"Rules were made to be broken Will," she breathed into my mouth before her words were replaced by her tongue.

*

Her denim shorts and panties were down around her knees. The tank top and bra she wore, I'd lifted up her torso exposing her breasts. Over the dining table I fucked her from behind, leaning back and pulling apart her buttocks to expose her asshole, stretching it as my cock filled her saturated pussy.

"I love your ass Mom," I declared as the slapping of my groin against her filled the room.

"I love your cock Son," she returned the honor, using the 'son' term for (I think) dramatic effect. She never called me that.

I fell forward on her back and gripped her breasts, the table inching its way across the floor as my rhythm increased, the thrusts more determined.

"Fuck me Will," she almost growled, her cheek against the tabletop, our breakfast dishes either side of her. "Make me remember it Baby."

I was pretty sure I'd remember every detail of the sex we'd had from last night until now, questioning how indeed to make it especially memorable for her? I once more stood up and again went to her ass, spreading those wondrous cheeks. Pulling my cock all the way out I pressed the swollen head against her most intimate holes and pressed down with my thumb.

She welcomed me with almost a pop, as I slid the entire head of my dick inside her, the shaft following to fill her ass completely. No imaginary carrot this. No four fingers tentatively exploring her ass. I now had my whole cock inside my mother's butt and the moans of pleasure, almost guttural from her were evidence enough of memory making.

"Oh fucking God yes Baby," she encouraged. "Fuck my ass lover."

With as much fervor as before, I rammed my groin against her, clutching her hips as my cock plumbed her anal depths. Her sphincter tight around me, the primal activity, her wondrously potty mouth, I felt my orgasm approach, warning her I was on the verge.

"Mom I'm gonna..."

"Yes Honey," she voiced, anticipating my admission. "Cum in Mommy's ass Baby. Fill my ass with cum."

She'd barely said the second 'cum,' when I released. Collapsing on top of her, my legs growing wobbly with each surge of jism in her ass.

"I love you so much," I declared as I continued to thrust with each spurt, slowing the rate. She laughed as I quickly defended the timing of my sentiment. "I mean I always do, not just because of this."

"It's ok Baby. I know what you mean," she smiled as I kissed her ear and then her cheek. She responded by tightening her grip around my cock and I moaned at the feeling.

"Oh God," I sighed. "I could stay in there forever."

"I'd love you too," she whispered as the clock struck 11a.m. Already an hour later than I'd intended to be leaving, I carefully eased out of her ass, my cock coming out amazingly clean and dry of cum. I dropped down and took hold of her shorts, kissing her buttocks one at a time as I pulled them up her legs as she stood.

She turned and buttoned, pulling her bra and top back over her breasts before we kissed.

"I'm gonna miss you," she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I could see tears appearing in her already glassy eyes.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," I promised. "It won't be anywhere near as long as last time. And we can video chat of course."

This brought a smile to her face and again our lips locked, my hands running her torso from breast to hip.

"I love you Will," she stated and I told her the same before I grabbed my bag from beside the door and we headed out onto the porch where we kissed again, my own emotions getting the better of me and almost on the verge of tears myself.

"Don't come down," I told her, looking to her bare feet and I left her at the top of the stairs, our hands touching until the very last second.

In my car I turned the ignition and the radio immediately came on, the end of a news report. A mystery virus in China, smog warning for Los Angeles, traffic jam on the interstate, word of a shooting close to my own apartment. I gripped the wheel and looked back toward Mom still waiting upon the porch, long legs leading up to her ridiculously tight daisy dukes. The little tank top that barely housed her breasts. And her face. Those beautiful eyes, lips made for kissing, her button nose. "Fuck this," I spoke to the interior of my car and turned off the engine, getting out to see her straighten and place a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun as if it would clarify my actions.

I removed my bag from the back seat and climbed the stairs to stand one below her, her brow furrowed.

"What are you doing?" she shook her head in confusion. "I thought you had to go home."

I dropped my bag beside her on the porch and took her in my arms.

"I am home Mom," I declared as I kissed her on the lips, my growing erection between her thighs. "I am home."

Thank you for reading.