Jess and her Son Pt. 01

All parties in this story are over 18 and the events are all completely consensual.

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Jess, now a woman in her late thirties, and her daddy, now in his early eighties, went on to have 15 children together. Jess, a stunning, full-figured, sumptuous, sexy woman, with a soft stomach, gorgeous silky, long brunette curly locks, wide, round hips and inviting voluptuous thighs; Charlie looking much younger than his senior years.

Perhaps the diet of Jess's breast milk had something to do with his smooth skin, strong bones and lean stature. His good looks also served to render his appearance a lot younger than the reality. The active sex life they both shared, and the good hormones that it stimulated in them both, all benefitted their health too.

Jess's mum Flora relished and cherished her role in this family dynamic. She was nanny to this huge brood. Although mum and dad led their upbringing, discipline and education, making sure they were emotionally healthy and provided for, Flo would take most of the responsibility for making sure they all had fun.

As their mum and dad enjoyed such a lot of intimate time in the bedroom, the children would have to be entertained a lot of the time away from them. This is where Flo came in, and she truly felt a sense of purpose and reward in this responsibility. They had had their house extended on a huge plot of land, the building as big as a small school, with outdoor space where there was plenty of wildlife, nature and beautiful scenery. The younger children would go with Flo on long walks. They had dogs which always needed walking and exercise, and the older children would share the load with Flo in making sure that the younger children were busy, schooled, and happy. It kept Flora active and young, and the children loved her creative imagination - there was always something new for them to explore and experience.

Jess continued to feed, from her breast, any of her children who wanted it; she would never deny them. They ran rules in their home that there was no taboo surrounding this in their family, and that none of the children should be judged on their decision to breastfeed or not.

Oddly, of the six girls, only the youngest was still interested in mummy's milk. Just two of her boys had lost interest in her breasts; only natural perhaops. The boys loved being close to mummy, cuddling into her warm body, comforted by her milk-giving nipples in their mouths, drawing the nutrients from her body. The special bond this created between them was like nothing else, and Jess knew no better intimacy for mother and child than this beautiful connection.

The children were given all the love and affection they craved and felt secure enough to explore their own individuality, not fearful of giving their love. This made the family happy, inclusive and harmonious, and social relationships were wonderful. Jess was so proud of this amazing family, and sometimes scarcely believed she'd created all this with Charlie. What an amazing achievement.

The children were, however, brought up to believe Charlie, Jess's father, and Flora, were brother and sister. There was a need to protect them from the truth of the history their parents had. Jess and Charlie were simply 'mummy and daddy' to them, and that was all they needed to know.

Jess and her daddy were happy and had lived a wonderful, sexy, loving life together as a couple for many years. There was still a lot of hot and horny fucking, at least twice a day. Daddy was now no longer fertile, which meant that they had had their last babies (twins) six years ago. He still craved that feeling of his raging hard cock fully inside his baby girl, planting his big load of cum deep into her womb.

He fantasised that one day he would have one fertile sperm - just one; that was all it took - that would make her pregnant... one last time.

Oh, if only he could see another positive pregnancy test. Another ultrasound scan of his next child. Her body grow big, thick heavy and round with a baby inside her.

He was too old now. If she had a baby now, he may not even live to see the child turn 5 years old. That did sadden him, but only fleetingly. He knew he'd been a very lucky man.

It had been a wonderful evolution for Flo to see, that for the early decades of their marriage, Charlie had been sexually frustrated, and now, over the last 20 years, he enjoyed the sexual liberation he had always dreamed of. Even though Flo had always encouraged Charlie to explore outside their marriage with her consent, as she knew she wasn't ever going to truly live up to his physical desires, Charlie had still felt guilty over the years for his overzealous enthusiasm for real, raw, uninhibited fucking.

Flo couldn't help but think she'd unmeaningly held him back over the years, but to go some way towards making amends, she had given him the gift of consent to make a sexual union with his daughter, and, for that selfless decision in itself, to Charlie, that erased a great deal of his frustration about the past. Luckily for Charlie, as it had happened, Jess shared her daddy's filthy appetite for it, and had become his perfect little slut, addicted to his cock, having a pussy full of his cum and a womb full of his babies. They had also fallen deeply in love. The life he made with Jess was like nothing he could ever have dreamed about with a stranger, or someone outside of his home. What a beautiful family community they had built, the three of them!

Jess loved her life at home. She'd left work young, and hadn't finished college, but she hadn't allowed herself to be an empty, dumb fool without a brain. She was well educated, she'd taken that upon herself. She knew that these babies she had lovingly birthed would need a strong woman as a mother, and that they would look to her for influence and inspiration, particularly the girls.

She kept herself busy as a homebody. She'd become a freelance artist to provide a source of income. She'd always loved drawing, and as she'd been freed from having to go out to work, she'd had time to hone these skills and really become brilliant and talented as a painter and designer. A perfect career choice for a stay-at-home mother who craved her daddy's cock constantly.

Secretly, she was also felt a little melancholy for her daddy's now exhausted fertility. She was now in her sexual prime. She loved daddy, so, so much, but the reality was he really couldn't ever give her any more babies. That was painful for her. She was desperate to be pregnant again. She didn't want to ever stop being pregnant, giving birth, feeling that growth in her womb. Still, everything is temporary.

The children had been brought up to know that nudity was not wrong in their home, in their family. Their mummy adored being naked, and usually walked around wearing very little. Her breasts were usually exposed so that her children could learn when mummy needed to be milked. They quickly learned that when mummy was dripping milk, they could go to her, and she would take them to feed. She had a lot of mouths to feed, so her huge GG tits filled up so, so fast. She made sure she kept up a good diet and a plentiful fluid intake, to cope with the copious demand for milk.

Over the years of feeding so many babies, and her daddy, on her beautiful oversized bosom, her nipples had really stretched and were now three quarters of an inch long; with areola so big and dark. They looked so appetising and sexy to Charlie. Because of the demands of their children, he would feed on her only once a day now, at night, usually arousing him to huge proportions and usually ending up with his dripping stiff dick buried deep inside her.

Through the night, Jess would usually be disturbed once or twice by one of her youngest babies running into the room crying for a feed. This was tiring, but it kept her milk flowing and bountiful. Mostly she had weaned them to only want a feed in waking hours.

Sometimes, Jess and daddy would be in bed, waking up first thing in the morning, and one of the youngest would appear in the room, wanting to suckle mummy. They shared their bed with any of the children who wanted to - thankfully this was only the very young ones these days! Whilst feeding their baby, Charlie often slid his big cock inside her soaking pussy at the same time from behind, gently rocking her back and forth, and give her a morning gift of a thick heavy load of his hot seed. She loved that. She loved having multiple loads inside her at the same time from different occasions with him. The fuller she was with his seed, the more excited it made her. She did her best to hold it all inside her. That was so hot to her.

Jess had been pregnant for pretty much all her adult life. They had taught their children from an early age about where babies came from, told to them in such a way as to preserve some of their innocence. Jess and Charlie didn't take the view that having their children know about the mechanics of sex equated to taking away their innocence. If they asked, they wouldn't be lied to about this important topic that was central to their entire being, and everyday life.

Jess and Charlie believed that a healthy understanding of the reality of human procreation was pivotal in bringing up children who can communicate their feelings and desires without fear of retribution or ridicule. So, mummy and daddy wouldn't be ashamed themselves. There were no closed doors. No shushing the children or avoiding their questions. This worked for them and made for a liberated upbringing for their young.

When they got a little older, the exact mechanics of sex would be explained in more detail to the children, how a penis fitted inside a vagina, what happened when the sperm was released inside mummy, how she would have an egg released and fertilised by the sperm, how that would grow inside her into a baby, then how it would be delivered from mummy's womb, down her vaginal canal into the wide world. They were taught it was a sacred act, designed only for entering into with someone they really cared about, and when the time was right, and ONLY when they wanted to, NEVER when someone else was pressuring them.

This method of teaching worked so well, and their children grew up to have respect for themselves and others. James, the eldest, now officially a man of eighteen, was testament to this. He was loving, affectionate, kind, hardworking, supportive of his mum and dad's lifestyle. He knew it was unconventional, but he admired that, and was grateful to them for teaching him how to be a man, how to love and respect women, and how to raise children into strong young men and women. He and his younger brother Ben, third eldest, had taken on big responsibilities in helping raise this huge family and make sure they set proud examples to the younger ones.

James, as firstborn, had always had a particularly close relationship with his mum. They loved being close to each other and were very tactile all the time. People would joke about him being her toyboy, they were so warm towards each other, which greatly amused them both. To Jess, he symbolised the beginnings of her beautiful life with her daddy. He was her everything. He still fed from her breasts as an adult man; and didn't see himself ever wanting to stop that. He'd got into the gym in his mid-teens, and by the time he was eighteen, he had grown big, strong, and broad, with powerful shoulders and arms. He looked older than his years, but still had that cute smile he always had from being mummy's little boy. She secretly hoped that their playfulness would develop more and more, into something very intimate between the two of them.

She didn't know that James was thinking exactly the same thing. Or, for that matter, how desperate James was for that to happen. In the most serious way imaginable...

James craved his mother day and night. He thought of her beautiful body every night of his life. He had become so obsessed with making her belong to him. The thought of his enormous cock (and it was enormous), digging deep inside his mother's sexy, unprotected pussy, excited him beyond comprehension. He vowed one day that this would happen for real.

James knew and sensed that his mum was still a fertile woman, he could see in her eyes that something was missing with his dad now. He could sense that his mum wanted more than he could now give as a very elderly man. His dad acted like he knew that. These days, James noticed that his mum and dad weren't connecting physically as often as they used to. It would be once a day most of the time.

The dynamic between the James and his mum had become more and more flirtatious now he was a grown man. James dreamed of filling his mother's pussy with his hard, thick cock, pushing it deep inside her body, and feeling himself explode inside her with his huge warm load. Penetrating and inseminating the very body that had brought him into the world.

It would come to pass very soon...

Flora and Charlie decided one day to take all the youngest children out for the day. It was a cold October day, perfect for foraging in the Great British countryside. They would all do this often. They loved to teach the children how to live and eat from the land, and skills of recognising plants and wildlife. This time, Jess would stay home, as she had some work to catch up on that day.

Later that afternoon, Jess had completed her outstanding work and was, as usual, in her room, naked from the waist up, and only wearing a small skirt. She loved the feeling of being naked in her own home. It was so sexy, the fact she was open, and ready. She knew that James loved it too.

That afternoon, as Jess was done with work for the day, she and eighteen-year-old James were having a chill in her room watching TV. All but three of the boys had gone with Charlie and Flo, James had stayed home and was keeping an eye on Henry and Alex, the twins.

Jess and James loved to chill like this together, he in his boxer shorts, Jess in just her little skirt. Mum snuggled up to James and he had his arm round his mummy, lovingly.

"James darling, mum's dripping here. Care to drain these aching breasts of mine before I leak all over you?"

James chuckled at his mother's sarcastic sense of humour. She'd taught him well.

"Yeah, I guess I better huh, you could end a famine with the amount of milk you make!"

Jess playfully slapped him on his cheek and kissed his forehead as he moved down onto her breast. He took as moment to just behold her magnificent GG tits. They truly were amazing. So full and round when they were full of milk, they practically spoke to him; begged him to take them in his hands, and feed. Feed, suckle her, all night. He was a grown man now, so the sight of her breasts was much, much more to him these days than just a meal.

James decided that he was going to be bold tonight.

Rather than just go through his usual motions, he wanted to send a signal to his hot mama. Rather than latch onto her nipple, he took a minute or so to slowly flick it with his tongue, sliding it into his mouth and gently biting the juicy flesh.

He could feel her gently shaking.

He knew that she wanted this. That was his reassurance that he was not imagining her mutual desire.

"I love you, mummy" he whispered at her. "more than I can tell you".

"I love you, my amazing son" she shakily replied.

He continued to flick her nipple with his tongue and bite her to stimulate, whilst he kneaded the other in his other hand, taking the nipple and rolling it between his thumb and first finger, and massaging her breast with the rest of his hand. Milk sprayed all over them both, soaking Jess's skirt and his underpants.

Jess was trembling with anticipation at the feeling of her tits being toyed with by her own son, in such a suggestive way. Her milk was trickling out of her nipples, covering her. He carried on, becoming firmer and more assertive now he knew she had consented to this.

Jess took his head in her hands and guided him onto her breast. Her nipples hardened teasingly before his eyes. He positioned his lips widely over her awaiting, darkened areola. Allowing his tongue to form a firm suction and for the Taking one of her delicious long thick nipples in his mouth, more deeply, he started to latch on to her and suckled firmly. Sprays of warm sweet milk hit his tongue and a chill of excitement rushed through Jess's body as he evacuated her.

The chill went straight to her clitoris. Strange that suckling her nipples directly stimulated her clit, but it did. James knew how excited his mother got when she was suckled - particularly by him. He could smell her arousal. He kept massaging her other breast whilst he fed on the first.

Jess couldn't take much more of this teasing, her pussy was spilling its juices in excitement. She could feel herself leaking from everywhere.

"James, we're soaked in my milk...why don't we...err... get these clothes out of the way?"

"I can't think of anything more I would rather do right now" James replied, catching his mothers smouldering suggestive expression.

James slipped off his boxer shorts and exposed his hardening cock to his eager mother. She took one look at his bare, naked cock and smiled. Oh my. That was a cock he had on him. It was almost as long as her forearm, and as thick as her wrist.

He continued to suckle her. His cock was wet from the milk, and her pussy was now so soaked with arousal. Her hand accidentally brushed over his hard cock as she adjusted herself. It throbbed as she touched it.

Oh, god. Was this it? Was this the day that she would get to feel her amazing firstborn, now a man, ready, erect and deep inside her?

James could smell her pussy; his head was so close to it. The sweet, musky aroma of a woman aroused and ready to have a cock, his cock, digging deep into the depths of her belly. Streams of precum leaked from his enormous dick as he lay there. The tip of his cock was now resting in the valley of his mother's inviting thighs, and she was getting soaked in his juices.

She parted her thighs ever so slightly. His precum ran straight down to lubricate her already wet pussy lips. He looked up at her. God, he longed to kiss her. Pull her face to his. Put his mouth on hers. Suck her lips and tongue and draw her into his mouth. He wished he could make her cum hard; all over his cock. He thought about planting his long, thick, young cock deep inside his mother's pussy, moving slowly in, slowly out, back and forth, making hot love to her. His tongue swimming around with hers in a beautiful passionate encounter. He knew this was that very encounter. He was quivering in anticipation. So was she.

She had the same thoughts. Visions of she and he, making love all through the day and night, him spilling his seed at her womb, deep inside her. Laying there for hours, sleeping whilst he was still connected at her pelvis. Her own son's fruitful sperm fertilising her relentless eggs. Inseminating her. Making another baby grow inside her for them both. His first baby.

James wanted what his daddy had. To make babies with Jess, his beautiful mother. Tonight would be that night. The night his aching, yearning cock would find its way to where it belonged. Perpetually inside her.

Jess put her hand to her pussy, where there was a rivulet of James's clear precum welling. She scooped it up with two fingers, and pushed them inside herself, with all of his fertile cum on them. Inseminating herself with his potent spunk.

That was it. He couldn't hold back now. He unlatched from her nipple and watched on, almost in disbelief that this was really happening.

He looked his mother in the eye, as she took her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of their juices. Her pussy was now soaked with her clear ovulating mucus, and his precum. His cock hardened even more, becoming thicker, darker and twitchier with every second. His thick foreskin widened his girth even more and felt silky and slick to Jess's gentle touch.