Dying Wish Ch. 04

"Bryan understood all of this better than we did, and that's why I think the best thing is to not overthink it and just worry about how we feel. I love you more than anything, James, and that's enough to make me look forward to every day we have together from now on."

"I love you too, Mom," I said. I was one of those men who had trouble saying that to girlfriends, especially the first time, as I'd wrestled with myself trying to sort out my feelings for them, but with Mom the words came out easily, naturally. I'd said them thousands of times to her throughout my life, and there was never any doubt. Dad really did know me better than I'd given him credit for; romantic relationships were much more of a struggle for me than I ever cared to admit. That wasn't going to happen this time; my love for Mom was unquestioned and absolute, and there was not even a single doubt in my mind that she felt the same about me. Knowing that gave me a comfort that was beyond words, and my respect for Dad's wisdom reached new heights.

"Dad was right about me, right about us," I said as I moved my arms around Mom's waist to hold her tightly against me. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, making her smile.

"I think I want to turn in now," I said, even though it was still early. "It's been a long day and I just want to unwind. We can finish cleaning up tomorrow." Of course, wanting to go to bed and wanting to sleep were two different things, and I hoped Mom would pick up on my invitation.

"Sounds great dear," she replied, "but I'm feeling a little stiff and am dying to take a hot bath first. You could wait up for me if you like, I'll try not to be too long." I was a bit disappointed at Mom's idea, something she picked up on immediately.

"Or you could join me if that sounds better," she suggested.

"I'd like that," I replied happily, "I'd like that a lot."

"Why don't you get us a couple of glasses of wine and meet me upstairs then," she said with the prettiest of smiles.

We had numerous bathrooms in the house, including three bathtubs, so I wasn't certain which one Mom was using. One of them had always been for her use only, a large white oval-shaped tub that had a classic, cozy look to it. I got the wine and went upstairs, and was startled to find her next to her tub, getting it ready with hot water and some scented oils she liked to use.

"Are you sure you want to use yours?" I asked. "I know it was always off limits to me and Dad."

"Only off limits to you, at least at first," Mom corrected. "If you haven't noticed, it's big enough for two; I bought it with that in mind."

"Oh, I see," I replied uneasily. Dad was loving in his own way, and romantic too, but I could easily picture him balking at the idea of taking baths with Mom. I could also imagine her haughtily declaring it off limits to the both of us after he did so. As I said before however, I wasn't here to compete with Dad. He was who he was, just as I was my own person.

"Here, let me deal with that," Mom said, taking the bottle and glasses from my hand. "The water is ready, go make yourself comfortable dear."

I was still dressed in my formal suit and tie, but now dutifully began removing it.

"You looked so handsome today dear, I couldn't keep my eyes off you," Mom remarked with a smile and intonation that was more sexually charged than I'd expected.

"I'm glad it wasn't just me then," I chuckled back. "Even wearing such a simple outfit like you did today, you were still the prettiest woman I saw all day. I tried not to stare, but I'm not so sure I succeeded."

It was then that it dawned on me what was happening, we were in love. Of course, we'd loved each other our whole lives, but not like this. This was a new love, an exciting love, a forbidden love but a love nevertheless accentuated with passion and desire. Every time I looked at Mom tonight, my heart began pumping a little faster, aching at being apart from her for even such a short time. I didn't just love her anymore, I was in love with her. And those feelings of love were now fueling my lust for her as well.

And now I could feel my heart speeding up again, as I noted her intently watching me get undressed. I could see the look of excitement building up in her as well, arousal tempered with the experience of someone who knew that events like this were best to be enjoyed slowly. As I slid off the last of my clothing, my cock sprang out, fully erect. It didn't matter that I hadn't touched it; just being alone with Mom in this erotic setting was more than enough to make me hard. I recalled Mom's words from before, about how much she enjoyed the sight of my hard cock, and felt gratified to be able to show it to her again.

"Someone's happy to see me," she kidded.

I loved her sly little remark, just as I loved the mischievous grin she flashed as her eyes noticeably focused on my erection. The electricity, the chemistry I was feeling with her now was something I hadn't felt for a long time with any woman, maybe never. And now it was happening with Mom, the love of my life even if it had been a platonic love until now. But that door between us had been opened too, and the feeling was more exhilarating than anything I could have ever imagined.

I lay back in the tub and now it was my turn to watch Mom get undressed. It was a surreal experience, knowing that not only had she worn this dress today but it had also served as her funeral dress for Dad a few days ago. I had chastized myself for having such mixed feelings, part of me respectful of the elegance she'd demonstrated in honoring Dad's memory and yet another part that had been undeniably attracted to her at a time when that was the last thing that should occupied my thoughts.

She faced me, keeping eye contact with me almost the entire time, enjoying the unadulterated excitement in my eyes as she exposed her sensual curves to me once more. Thus far, I'd managed to stay silent in my appreciation, but when her dress fell to the ground and I saw the matching garter belt holding Mom's black stockings in place I couldn't help but utter an approving groan. Her panties had taken me by surprise too, being a lot sexier and skimpier than what I would expect her to wear, but then again knowing her tastes it might have been the case that that was the only kind of underwear she owned.

"What, cat got your tongue?" she teased, enjoying my predicament. I'd managed to keep relatively calm to this point, but didn't care enough to maintain that facade anymore, wrapping one of my hands around and my dick and now slowly masturbating as I watched.

"I guess you could say I've always had a thing for garter belts and stockings," I quipped.

"I'll keep that in mind from now on," Mom said. She then walked saucily over to the side of the tub where I sat and asked, "Here, mind giving me a hand with these, honey?"

She'd unfastened the belt and presented her thigh for me to begin rolling the stocking down, but there were clearly ulterior motives for her action, as her panties were now only inches from my face. I could smell her arousal, almost taste it from this distance, and giving into those primal urges overtaking me immediately buried my face between her legs.

"Oh yeah," she yelped, a mixture of gasping in excitement and laughter. "That feels nice." My senses were intoxicated by her aroma by this point, and in a desperate attempt to get more my tongue had instinctively gone out, poking and licking away at the front of her panties in hopes of being rewarded with more of her essence. My face was buried between her legs now, going all out in a wild frenzy, when to my surprise Mom pulled away.

"Come on James, we'll have plenty enough time for that," she managed to say. For a second I thought I'd ruined the moment, but the arousal on her face was clear as Mom hastily caught her breath. If she wanted to slow things down a bit and savor her pleasure, that was fine by me. And with that Mom handed me my glass of wine and finished removing her clothes, and then joined me with a glass of her own, lying between my legs with her back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, just below her breasts, and merely held her for the next half hour or so as we enjoyed each other's company, talking, joking, and laughing with one another.

My cock was still hard, very hard in fact as it rest against Mom's thigh, but it wasn't a distraction for me. If anything, it added to the sensual feeling of the scented hot water and Mom's soft, warm body against mine. Occasionally, we'd stop and kiss for a while, but it was slow and leisurely, and I did my best to simply relish the moment, letting Mom set the pace, rather than try and press her for more. At one point, we were talking about the future, and all of a sudden Mom's voice became much more serious.

"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, James, and... I suppose now's a good a time as any," she said. For the most part, our conversation had been light-hearted, but I could hear an earnestness enter Mom's voice now.

"A few weeks ago... Bryan had a sperm sample sent to a fertility clinic. He knows the owner there well, in fact, he made a deal with him, that if "we" ever get pregnant the clinic will certify that it was done artificially there using Bryan's sample. We also have the option of doing the same if you want to give a sample, but they will still record it as coming from Bryan. Your father thought it would make things a lot easier for us if any children we had were legally his."

"He's right," I said, marveling at how Dad, the master wheeler-dealer, was still making things happen for me from beyond the grave.

"James..." Mom began hesitantly, "Were you serious, really serious, about wanting to have a baby?"

"I think so," I began cautiously. "I know it's a big step, and that alone makes it scary, but I feel like I'm ready. More than anything, having you there with me makes me feel a lot better."

"Really?" Mom asked with genuine excitement.

"What about you, Mom?" I asked. "I don't want you to agree to anything just because of me. You have to want it as much as I do or I'd rather we forget the whole idea."

"It's all I've thought about, dear," Mom answered, her voice becoming increasingly fervent. She'd always had a tough time talking about her efforts to get pregnant after me, enough that I treated the topic as a taboo subject, but I hoped she would be willing to talk about it now.

"I know it was hard for you, Mom... I know how much you wanted more children, but that was a long time ago. I thought you'd possibly given up on the idea by now."

"No, but as life went on, things changed between your Dad and me, and the idea of trying to get pregnant again seemed like less of a good idea."

"Well, if you want to try again, we can," I said. "In fact, if you want to try In-vitro again with Dad's sample, I'm fine with that too." After everything Dad had done for me, for us, I'd happily raise his child. It seemed like a fitting tribute.

"We never told you this James, but the main reason the doctors gave as to why I'd miscarried was because of something wrong with Bryan's sperm. And with me being older too now... I don't think I'd want to take that chance again. Besides, I want it to happen the natural way, even if it's less likely to work for a woman my age."

Mom looked up at me, smiling warmly, and I felt the need to take her hand in mine, with our fingers interlacing lovingly.

"If it's meant to happen, then it will happen," she continued, "And if it doesn't, and you still want a child, then we'll find another way."

"Okay," I said.

"But we can't wait any longer. My body clock is ticking, and there's not a lot of time left."

"I understand."

"Then it's agreed. I won't take my birth control pill today, or from now on. It'll take a few days before I'll have any chance of getting pregnant, and we'll see what happens after that. There's only thing I would like from you James."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We can have fun whenever and wherever you like, but when it comes to trying to get pregnant, I only want it to happen in our bed."

"You mean fucking?" I asked with amusement, seeing Mom become suddenly too bashful to say the word.

"Yes," she replied. "You... your Dad..." she replied awkwardly until finding the right words, "I became pregnant with you in that bed. I feel like if fate wants it to happen again, it'll happen there."

I loved the idea, and while I didn't say it aloud I think we both knew there was something erotically poetic about Mom wanting me to impregnate her in the same bed where I had been conceived.

With that matter settled Mom began to focus on our current lovemaking, turning around to face me and then showering my face, neck, and chest with amorous kisses. Her ministrations ended with her straddling my prone body, facing me as she lowered herself onto my stiff cock.

"Oh, oh yes," she began gasping almost immediately as she eagerly rode my erection. Once again, the sex was great, not only because Mom was such an accomplished lover, knowing when to speed up and when to slow down to maximize the experience for both of us, but because I got to watch her sexy body writhing to and fro as she thrust herself like a wild woman against me, culminating with me getting the perfect view of her pretty face contorting as she screamed out my name in orgasm.

I'd known this woman my whole life and yet there was so much I didn't know about her, and now that I'd been able to connect with her on this most intimate level I felt an insatiable need for more. We got out of the tub and found some towels to dry each other off, and I couldn't help but smile to myself a bit as I looked back at it. All these years I'd wondered why Mom had bought such a large tub, since it was almost too big for this sized room, never guessing that she'd done so with the specific intent of having sex in it with Dad. And now, years later, her plans were being finally fulfilled with me. Finding out any new intimate details about her like this was like being handed a precious stone for me, something to be cherished and appreciated.

***

The next few weeks were hectic as I gradually shifted more and more of my responsibilities at work to other trusted, capable people. Most of them had worked under Dad, so I had no reason to lack any faith in them, but there were still plenty of meetings and so forth that I was required to attend until all was finally settled.

Mom was clearly disappointed at not being able to spend as much time with me. Dad had warned me about this, about how she would suffer from being alone, and I was now seeing a bit of what he had predicted firsthand. I assured Mom that this was only temporary, and I meant it. I also tried to be more open about my feelings for her, telling her that she would always be the most important person in my life, as well as the child that I felt certain was coming. That last part made Mom particularly happy, as ever since our last conversation I'd never seen her so preoccupied about anything, never really understanding how badly she wanted another child until now.

Our sex life had been sporadic with me being away so much, but now those matters were settled, and I promised Mom that she would be the focus of my life again. I'd first made that promise to Dad, and then to her, but I wasn't merely fulfilling obligations to them anymore. This was what I wanted, she was what I wanted. This was a different life than anything I'd experienced, and I wanted it to continue.

The end of every week became an event as Mom would take a home pregnancy test, and despite them all being negative so far, we both managed to keep our spirits up. And while she was obviously focused on it during sex, I was glad to see that it wasn't her obsession either. For example, I often still came in her mouth, since she knew how much I enjoyed it, with Mom always reassuring me that it was okay with her because a lack of sperm from me was the last thing she ever worried about. Mom might have been right about that -- as I mentioned before cumming four times or more during sex was normal for me, usually with hardly any rest periods needed in between.

I still remember how excited she got when she first learned this about me, and I loved that she enjoyed finding out new things about me sexually as much as I did with her. We'd be fucking and fucking and I'd cum really hard before she'd cum at all, and she'd expect me to want to rest a bit when I'd shock her by instead ramming away at her pussy again, with my erection barely losing anything.

"Oh my god," she'd said in a stunned voice, before settling down enough to let me have my way with her again. Afterward, she jokingly referred to my testicles as "magic balls" for being able to produce that much cum, and so taking a load down her throat every time we had sex was not something that concerned her at all with regards to trying to get pregnant.

As for me, I was having the time of my life during these sessions, and it wasn't just because Mom's sex drive, even without her pregnancy motive, was such that it made me feel like I was cumming day and night. It wasn't just the quantity of sex we were having, however, but the quality too. Mom was by far the most responsive lover I'd ever had, everything I did seemed to turn her on, and it brought out an uninhibited side of me that I had no reservations about letting loose whenever we were together.

I did things I'd never done before with a woman, like lick her ass and fuck it with my tongue. Anal sex is not really my thing, but I loved growling at her that she should expect me to fuck her ass one day, and she always writhed in excitement at hearing my dirty talk about it. A lot of that came from me being practically entranced by Mom's ass for years, and now all those primal emotions were being unleashed as well, even in ways I couldn't have expected.

Another example of this was that I'd never spanked a woman during sex before, but one day when I'd really lost control I'd turned Mom over on my lap and began swatting away. She hadn't expected it, and I found out later it was a new thing for her too, but it wasn't long before she'd gotten caught up in the moment, egging me on as I spanked her bare bottom. It was just physical for me at first, but as Mom taunted me to punish her "naughty ass" I got engaged in the verbal side of it too, culminating with me calling her filthy whore for wanting to fuck her son all these years as I rained slap after slap on her now cherry red ass and her begging me for more.

With all this self-exploration going on I had worried about keeping the promise I'd made to Mom about only having intercourse in our bed, but if anything the opposite ended up being true. Not that it wouldn't have been nice to have sex elsewhere sometimes, but that didn't stop us from having plenty of foreplay elsewhere. And when the time was right, I'd sweep Mom up into my arms, typically with both of us naked by this point, and carry her upstairs. The interruption wasn't a bad one; if anything I felt gallant as I took those steps towards our bedroom with both of us knowing how determined I was to get her pregnant. I'd look down at Mom as I carried her and see her knowingly smiling back, and just her knowing that I was going to fuck her relentlessly to try and give her that baby she wanted added greatly to my excitement.

By the time we'd get to the bedroom, we'd both be in a frenzy, fucking like a couple of wild animals in heat. I'd be thrusting into Mom, holding her tightly in place as I rammed my cock into her from above or behind, or whatever other angle we'd settled on, knowing how much she wanted me to give her a baby and that I was going to be relentless in making it happen for her. And so I'd cum and cum, forcing my cock as deep into her as I could each time, visualizing my semen coating her soft, expecting womb over and over with more of my sticky cum. I think my added excitement would rub off on Mom too, because she'd usually climax several times during these sessions, which felt as much like a physical workout as they did having sex. Afterward, we lay together in bed, exhausted, and Mom would usually do something like hold me in her arms and laugh happily, telling me how much she loved me.