Dad's Deployment

"Take your hands away. I want to see you naked. I want to see your nipples. And now that I smelled you, I definitely want to see that pussy. I want to see where I'm going to shoot all my cum and make you pregnant."

Maybe I could buy some time. I was so vulnerable trapped in the tub like this.

"Let me dry off on my own. At least give me that. You owe me that."

"OK, Mom. I'll wait for you in the living room." He kicked off his sweatpants, leaving him totally naked like that afternoon. He took one more sniff of my panties before leaving the bathroom.

I let my arm fall away from my breasts and took my hand from between my legs. They felt like lead after being held in one position for so long.

I was cold. After being in the hot water, sitting there with evaporation refrigerating my skin caused a case of goosebumps. I rubbed the towel hard over my body to warm and dry myself.

All I had brought with me was my white terry cloth robe. It felt good and warm when I slipped it on and tied it tight at the waist.

I brushed my short brown hair back. It was still almost completely wet and looked even darker than usual. "Ronny is just horny," I said into the mirror. "The only way to tame that ...." I put the brush down and headed for the living room with a desperate plan.

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Ronny hadn't bothered getting dressed. It was a scene I never dreamed I would witness. My teenaged son lounging naked on our couch.

"Lose the robe, Mom," was the first thing he said. "I want to see you naked like you promised."

"I didn't promise anything."

He got up. I took a step back to maintain some distance. I wanted a few seconds to present my case, to make my point before he tried to take control. Something he had gotten good at (like his father).

"The robe, Mom."

"Ronny, I know how it is to be young and full of new thoughts and desires. As we grow older—"

"I don't want a lecture, Mom. I want to see you naked."

"Just hear me out for a second. When we get older, we learn how to control ourselves. But when we first encounter feelings that are powerful, like sex, all we want to do is fulfill those desires. Once they're fulfilled, we come back to normal and lots of times regret what we did."

"Mom, the only thing I'm going to regret is if I don't get you pregnant tomorrow. I want us to be naked here together, mostly to get YOU ready for it, to make you comfortable with it so it can happen with the most chance of it working."

My desperation play here was to get Ronny to cum. I figured once that happened he would see the lunacy of his "plan" to get me pregnant.

He came forward and reached for my robe. I intercepted his hand and said, "Let's sit down for a minute and listen to what I have to say."

"No, Mom, the robe."

I reached out and took his penis into my right hand.

"Oh, Mom!" he said in surprise.

I jacked it back and forth until it was fully pumped. "Let's sit."

"OK, Mom."

Once on the couch, I laid out my scheme: "Mom's going to do something now to help you. To help you think more clearly. You must understand the reason behind this." I took his hard cock and began a slow pump—all the way up and all the way down. At the top of the motion, I lightly ran my thumb over the tip of his sensitive head.

"Mmmm," growled out of his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. I can only imagine what was going through his mind as he realized his own mom was going to give him a handjob.

The heat of his prick burned into my hand. I kept telling myself I was doing this to save the situation, but part of me was beginning to revel in the fact I was able to still excite a young cock, make it hard, and ... make it cum. As I looked at my hand speeding up, my breath became more shallow and quicker.

"Mom!" Ronny whispered.

I thought it wouldn't be long now. That's when Ronny stopped me. He took my hand off his penis, and leaned forward.

"Ronny, what's wrong. Let me finish you."

He didn't say a word, but pushed me slowly off the couch and guided my kneeling body between his knees, facing him.

"Ronny, no. I can't do that to you." I knew the implication. I knew what this position meant. He didn't just want a handjob—he wanted his mother to give him a blowjob.

He took my hand and put it back on his cock. My fingers couldn't reach all the way around it. He guided my hand up and down in a slow repetitive motion. Then he left it to continue on its own, which it did.

His right hand slid along my shoulder, traced up my neck, and then cupped the back of my head. He leaned back and closed his eyes. I pumped again, going faster and faster, my eyes squarely on the huge head of his penis just a foot away from my face.

Then I felt a gentle pressure from his hand. Ronny was pulling me forward. Not hard, but constant, and insistent. I thought I was resisting, but found myself inching closer and closer.

I could smell him, smell the muskiness of a male. My breath came even quicker.

Now my mouth was mere inches away. The precum glistened and flowed from that dark spot in the middle of his light-purple glans.

"Ronny ... no."

"Lick it, Mom," was all he said.

My tongue snaked out and gave me my first taste of my son. I pulled back my coated tongue and swallowed.

He pulled lightly, ever so lightly at the back of my head, but my head went forward on its own. I had never seen this in my planning. I would have never dreamed this would have been possible.

I opened my mouth and engulfed about four inches of my son's delicious penis.

"Ohhh, Mom!"

I looked up and our eyes met. My 18-year-old son was seeing his 41-year-old mother sucking his cock.

"MMMM!" he groaned.

The taste and feel of him electrified me. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard. I bobbed my head up and down while I increased the speed of my fist. I reasoned with myself that this was the sacrifice I was willing to make so that the ultimate sin between mother and son would never come to pass.

Then, Ronny shocked me. He withdrew himself from my mouth, causing a soft "pop" from the broken suction. Then he disengaged my hand.

"I don't want to waste my load of cum down your throat, Mom. That's meant for other places tomorrow. Think how that will feel deep inside of you."

"Ronny, let me finish you. You know that's best."

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. "What's best is I see you naked. Now!"

Before I could react, he tore the tie of my robe apart. Then he grabbed the lapels and spread them wide, exposing my naked form.

"RONNY! NO!"

But "no" wasn't in his vocabulary tonight. He roughly tore the robe over my shoulders and glided it from my arms. Ronny had before him what he had demanded all day: his totally naked mother.

"Oh my God!" I whimpered.

"Nice, Mom! Real nice. You're amazing." He ran his hands over me, and I tried futilely to resist.

The friction of his palms and fingers heated every inch of my skin as he explored my arms, back, ass, and breasts.

"Ronny ... enough."

He pulled me into an embraced and tried to kiss me. I turned my head furiously, avoiding his lips.

"What?" he questioned, "your mouth can blow me, but not kiss me?"

That truth shocked me into immobility. That's when his lips met mine and his tongue delved deep. I struggled, but then felt that same spark I had felt the first time Greg kissed me. I groaned into Ronny's mouth and my tongue found his.

I don't know how long that first kiss lasted, but Ronny finally broke it to only direct his mouth to another target—my right nipple. In one unexpected move, he lowered his head and sucked in my already-erect nipple.

"OOHHH!" I gasped. My struggles to pull away turned to gentle embraces of his head. Greg's injuries had led to his sexual inattention. We had started to have to make "special dates" to create any romance or attempt sex. There had been no spontaneity for almost six years. And, there was also always a tension because of the possibility Greg couldn't perform (which was nine out of ten times). It made for an anxiety-filled time together instead of something to be anticipated and enjoyed.

Ronny's spontaneity had jolted my system into responses I had forgotten. My body responded to each pressure and motion.

"You taste so good, Mom!" Ronny grunted before switching to the other nipple.

"You have to stop," some motherly part of my brain said while the womanly part of my brain searched low until it found my son's hard penis. I gently squeezed it and moved my hand rhythmically.

Ronny backed me toward the couch until I tumbled into a seated position. He kneeled between my parted thighs and hooked his hands behind my knees. With one upward push, he pinned my legs back onto my chest.

Then he dipped his head into my pubic hair, and I felt his tongue washing over my vagina.

"NOOOOO!" I screamed. He licked and nibbled and gulped at what must be flowing from me. Then he found my clitoris."

"No, no, no, no!" I repeated like a prayer. It was an unanswered prayer because Ronny gently sucked that swollen bud of flesh. "AAAAHHHHHHH! NNNNAAA!" I cried.

His tongue went around and around, punctuated with long licks with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh my GOD! That's it!" I felt a pressure, a fire that I thought had long been extinguished rekindled in me. It wouldn't be long before—

That's when Ronny stood up.

"Whaaa? Ronny?" I said in a haze.

"We shouldn't waste this, Mom," he said with a smug smile. "We'll need it for tomorrow, when we make a baby together."

He left the room, the one with his naked mother leaking her unfulfilled desires from her vagina.

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I looked at the bedside clock glowing at me every few minutes. This night was inching by. My body wouldn't allow me to sleep.

How could it sleep after being raised to such a heated level and then left there. My butt, my breasts, and of course, my vagina throbbed and burned and ached. Ached for release.

"Damn you, Ronny," I breathed. Then, another emotion kicked in: guilt. Here I was blaming my teenaged son when his mother, who should be old enough to know better, let everything get out of hand.

I turned over on my stomach, then turned onto my back. I turned the pillow over to the cool side. Nothing helped.

I kept thinking of the bathtub, then the kitchen, then the living room. All the thoughts and scenes. But, the one thing that kept leaping to the top of my watch list was Ronny's penis. That big, hot, hard, delicious .... I had to stop thinking of it. But, it had been sooo long since I had a real virile cock in my hand. And his question to me about how it would feel inside of me. That outrageous question forced me again and again to imagine my own son's penis invading his mother's vagina.

"It's not fair," I said to myself in the darkness.

Mercifully, that's the last I remembered of the night. The last time I had looked at the clock, it read 3:27. I awoke at 7 a.m. A miserable three hours sleep.

We were scheduled to be at the Family Readiness Center for our video teleconferencing with Greg at 9:30. This was to be our last regular contact until further notice. I knew how that went—it could be next week, or it could be months before we talked with Greg again.

I ironed a new tablecloth I had picked out for the kitchen table. It was bright and cheery. Something I desperately needed about now.

"How'd you sleep, Mom?"

I turned to look at him. There he was, for all outward appearances, the same boy who greeted me every morning of his life. But now, because of yesterday, he was different. Or maybe it was I who was different.

"Like a top," I lied with a smile. It was a lie unless turning constantly qualified as a top too.

"Me too. I thought of you a lot before I went to sleep. Then I woke up thinking about today. How special it's going to be."

"Ronny, we have to talk. Sit down." We each took our usual chairs.

"Mom, my mind's made up."

"You have to be reasonable. What you're thinking can never work. There are so many other things involved that you have conception of."

"Conception is the word of the day, Mom. I'm going to get you pregnant today and that will be that. You might have doubts today, but you'll be happy the rest of our lives with a new baby. And Dad—it will change his life. Don't you think he deserves to feel like a man with you again. Don't you think I know that a lot of the risks he takes is so he can have that feeling about being as good or better than all the rest of the guys. All because of his wounds."

Ronny was proving he was more sensitive and knowing than I had imagined.

"You father is as good as any man ever," I affirmed.

"Yeah, but when he thought he made you pregnant, he believed that he had been given one last gift, something impossible that told him he was OK, a real man still and forever."

"Ronny, you mean well, but—"

"Dad said I'm the man of the house, right?"

I didn't reply.

"And that I have to fill in for him, right?"

"That's just his way of talking."

"And that I had to take responsibility? And what's he always say? 'Duty calls.' Well, I see something that's my duty, and it's calling today. Today is you best day to get pregnant. If it doesn't happen, we can't wait until another month goes by and you look back and then think it would have been a good idea. We can't!"

"Ronny, darling. You're my son, not my husband. You have your own responsibilities, not something like this. You shouldn't even be involved—"

"But, I am involved, and I'm going to do what's right for the whole family. And that includes a baby who should be born in 9 months."

"A mother and son can't do that. It isn't moral or legal or right in any way."

"Dad's putting his life on the line every day. If this will keep him safe, then it's as moral and right and legal as it has to be!"

"Ronny, we have to forget what happened yesterday. That was wrong. We can't talk about it ever again. Today, I'm going to tell your dad that all is well and that I'm still pregnant. And you're going to go along with me."

"The only way I will is if you promise we'll make a baby as soon as we get home this morning. That way it won't be a lie. Otherwise, I'm telling Dad you're not pregnant. As simple as that."

"You wouldn't dare. I know you wouldn't. You wouldn't do that to me. You wouldn't do that to your father. It would break his heart and his will."

"Promise me then," Ronny said.

"I can't," I whispered.

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"There's my team," Greg said.

We had mostly not talked on the way to the Family Readiness Center. It would have been so much easier if we didn't have our communications restricted due to security. It would be nice to just pick up a phone or Skype. But, this is how it had to be in these tense times.

"Hi, Dad. I'm trying to do what you said."

"Remind me," Greg said. He laughed on the screen.

I was petrified about what Ronny was going to say. I even considered leaving him behind, but couldn't do that to father and son. You never knew if this could be the last time they would see each other. That constant threat and fear gnawed at us all waiting for loved ones away.

"To fill in for you. To be the man of the house. To take care of Mom. You know, all that."

"Son, I'm proud of you! Sounds like you're stepping up and doing what has to be done."

"It's just that Mom doesn't see it that way all the time."

"Ronny!" I interjected. "Be careful."

"Sara, I know this is difficult for you. But, you have a real man there at home with you. Stop treating him like a child and let him spread his wings."

I wondered what Greg would think if he knew his son wanted to spread my legs.

"I don't know when we'll be able to talk next," Greg said, suddenly serious. "We'll be on the move, and things are all up in the air. It's all easier if I know you've got things under control there and are getting along."

"Things will be great here, Greg. I guarantee it. You just take care of yourself and remember we love you."

"That means a lot. And, when I get home, there will be that extra special delivery that should be ready. How do you feel about a new brother or sister, Ronny?"

Ronny looked at me before speaking. "I'm glad you brought that up, Dad, because I've been thinking about it and have something important to tell you."

"What is it, son?"

"Ronny, don't," I said, panic overtaking me.

"It's all about a promise, Dad, one that I want Mom to make." He looked at me and I shook my head "no."

"A promise?"

"Yeah, I want her to promise me something important in front of you." He leaned over to me and whispered, "Promise or I'll tell him."

"Ronny ... please...."

"What's this promise about, Sara. Don't make me micromanage things there. If it's going to be good for the family, do it."

Ronny looked at me again and the tension of the moment broke my resistance. I nodded my head to him "yes."

"Great," Ronny said. "Mom just promised I can help name the baby with you two," he deftly lied.

"Of course you can!" Great boomed. "This baby is as much yours as it is ours!"

"I feel the same way, Dad. More than you can know."

"Duty calls," Greg said. His usual farewell. Now, a strange duty was calling his wife and son.

"You keep yourself safe," I said, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

"Bye, Dad. You can count on me to take care of things."

"Give your mother a kiss for me," Greg said.

The screen went blue. White letters: Connection Disestablished.

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In the car I said, "That was unfair."

"No it wasn't. It's the only way to keep you honest."

"You think what you're proposing is honest? Really? You think substituting your baby for your father's is honest?"

"Yeah because Dad believes it and that's what's gonna keep him safe and bring him back to us. That's all the honesty I need."

"My plan, not telling him about not being pregnant would have done the same thing," I reasoned.

"And THAT would have been honest? That would have caused way more problems when Dad finally found out. He would have found out and realized he could never have another kid. He would have realized that his wounds had fucked up his chances to ever make you pregnant again and that it was too late."

Ronny's swearing stunned me for a second.

"Don't you see, mom, if you're pregnant and Dad has another child, for the rest of his life he'll know his wounds didn't ruin his life completely as a man and as a father. Don't you see that?"

"I don't know what I see any more. This is crazy. Even thinking about this is crazy. What already happened yesterday is crazy. But—letting you—your own mother letting you try and get her pregnant—that's insanity."

"Mom, I'm glad we did what we did yesterday. That proved our bodies are ready for what's gonna happen today. That I can be excited enough to make love to you and your body can be excited enough to respond to me. I felt that yesterday. I know you were horny, Mom. Don't deny it."

I wanted to deny it in the worst way. It was shameful the way I acted. I let Ronny see me naked, I had sucked his cock, and I had let him eat my pussy until I was ready to ....

"My body betrayed me. Ronny, I'm going talk to you like you're an adult. Your father and I haven't had really normal sex in a long time and I thought I had shut down all feeling in that way. But, you forced my body awake in a way no son should ever do to his mother. That doesn't make it normal or right. And what you're intending to do is even worse. That's one line that should never be crossed."

"It HAS to be crossed, Mom. And look, I don't want it to be something you hate. I don't want to be that moment you conceive a baby to be something awful for you. I want to make love to you because I want it to be full of love. I love you, Mom, and I want this to be something good. No, not good ... great."