Knocking Up Mom

"Blake, this is amazing. Your best, but ..."

"I know. We have to be careful and never let anybody even get a hint of these."

He looked at me with anticipation.

"What?"

"Were you inspired to draw something for me?"

"I drew something, but it's private."

"Am I in it?"

"Not saying," I countered.

"Awww, Mom!"

"I'd be uncomfortable showing you."

"Mom, after what we've done, why would you feel uncomfortable?"

"Just believe me."

"Mom, I won't judge. Show it to me. Please."

"Promise you won't think less of me. Promise you won't ... well ... it's in my room. Come on."

I pulled my sketchbook out of my night table, turned to the last page I had used and held it to my chest before showing it to Blake. "Promise you'll keep an open mind until I tell you why I drew it." He nodded and I handed it to him.

"Wow! Mom! This is something!" I could see the appreciation in his eyes.

Now I launched into my explanation: "Remember yesterday, at the sink? I've been thinking about that. A lot. And what could have happened.

In the sketch I was on all fours, my breasts hanging down below. Blake kneeled behind, his hard penis obviously deep within me. We were making love doggie style. The positioning at the sink had prompted this idea.

"I've never experienced this position and I guess yesterday triggered this expression of it. This is a kind of vicarious fulfillment, I guess." I sighed and reached for the pad.

Instead, Blake grabbed a pencil drew a word balloon and wrote "Back into me, Mom!"

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

"Mom, why does it have to be vicarious?"

"What?"

"Why can't we do this right here, right now?"

"Blake. Stop. Last night was a one time thing. It was for one purpose. That's done. Completed we can never do anything like that again. Think of your dad. I'm still his wife you know with my responsibilities to him."

"Mom, think of this as insurance. If we do it one more time, you might increase your chances of getting pregnant."

I couldn't argue with that. I couldn't say it would lessen the chances. And actually, it could help.

"Blake. We have to hope last night worked and—"

"Don't you want to feel me enter you from behind?"

"Blake, don't start."

"Don't you want to be naked in front of me, while you're on your hands and knees?"

The thought of the thrill that shot through me when I knew Blake was looking at my ass the day before was clouding my judgment.

Blake held up the sketch. "And you said think of Dad. YOU think of him. If you and I don't do this, do you ever think in your whole life it would happen?"

"No," came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Blake pulled his pajama top over his head. "Blake, I said no." The pajama bottoms went to the floor. His penis was already at half-mast. "Blake, please."

"Mom, I want to fuck you in the doggie position."

I never, EVER used the word "fuck." Hearing it said aloud: the word "fuck" and having it spelled out as me in the doggie position evaporated my will.

But, I still protested as Blake unbuttoned my satin pajama top. "No, Blake. Please don't," I said without much force. I completely capitulated when he expertly sucked my nipples. He dropped my pajama bottoms to the floor while sucking.

The he hugged me and kissed me. I broke the kiss and said, "Let's go to your bedroom."

"No, Mom. Here. I want to do it on Dad's bed." He took hold of the spread, top sheet and blanket and with one great motion, tore them to the foot of the bed.

"Blake ... no. We can't do that. I've never been in this bed with anyone but your father.

Instead of listening, he climbed his naked body onto his father's bed. He took possession of it, just like he wanted to take possession of his father's woman. I was beginning to sense how psychologically complex this was.

"You've never been fucked doggie style either. But, you will if you just get in bed. Come on, Mom."

The sight of Blake, naked there instead of his dad in so familiar a scene upset my senses. I stood there, also naked, and unable to break the barrier that would put me in my own bed with my son. Being in Blake's bed had seemed easy. This was something else.

Blake reached and grasped my left wrist. He pulled, not hard, but more of a guiding pressure. I resisted. Then less ... then less. And I moved toward the bed. My thighs hit the edge. More pulling, a gentle tug and I raised my right leg and placed my knee on the bed.

At that point, Blake pulled and caught me when my balance tipped me forward. I fell into his arms, and suddenly was naked in my own bed (and his father's bed) with my naked son.

"This doesn't feel right," I said.

"How does this feel, Mom?" He kissed my neck. "Or this?" He kissed my shoulder. He continued kissing various places until my silences turned to gasps, then to murmurs, then to moans.

I rolled him onto his back and kissed my son on the lips. I left a trail of kisses all the way down his chest and abdomen, then took his penis in my hand. I guided it to my mouth and licked around the head. I squeezed and was rewarded by his juices. I gobbled them up before sucking in half his length and then bobbing my head up and down for a few moments.

"Mmmmm! Mom. You're so amazing."

It was the first oral sex this bed had ever seen. "A shame and a waste" I thought.

Blake pulled me up to him. "I love you, Mom!"

"I love you too, Blake. But, this has to be the last time. We—"

"Do you want me to fuck you in the doggie position?"

I nodded.

"Then ask me."

"Yes, I want that."

"Want what?" he asked with a smile. He was trying to get me to swear. I couldn't.

"The doggie thing."

"Say it for me and I'll do it."

"Blake, stop teasing me."

"Lie on your stomach, Mom."

I did and was rewarded by kisses starting at my nape and slowly making their way down to my buttocks. Blake lingered there with licks and bites, and kisses. "Mom, you've got such a great ass!" He squeezed my ass cheeks with his right hand, then trailed his finger between them, starting at the entrance of my vagina.

That first contact made me suck in a great intake of breath. He ran that finger up, over my asshole (which caused another jump from me). "Blake!" I exclaimed at that intimate touch.

He kissed my ass again and again. "Do you want me to fuck you, Mom?"

I nodded. "Then ask me," he said.

Instead, I raised myself slowly off the bed until I was firmly in position on my hands and knees. This stopped all conversation from Blake. He got behind me and I felt his cock wagging against my pubic hair as he made a few exploratory thrusts while still outside of me.

I reached back between my thighs and grasped the engorged cock my son presented me. I coated it with my fluids and painted through my vaginal slit a few times.

Finally, I fitted that soft mushroom-shaped head of his penis at the entrance of my vagina.

"Ready, Mom?"

"Go easy, Blake. You're so big," I breathed.

Then, just like the word balloon, he said, "Back into me, Mom." He was going to allow me to control it.

I rocked back and rewarded my vagina with being stretched open as the head of my son's hard, hot cock entered it. "Oh my GOD!" came out of me.

I rocked forward and then back again, taking half Blake's length. "Mmmmmm!" was my mindless reaction.

On the third repetition, I engulfed all of him. All of my son's cock was again in his mother's vagina. I stayed motionless.

"Blake," I shuddered. I hoped he would take the lead from here. He did and gripped my hips tightly. Out to the tip he withdrew then slowly plunged forward. The pleasure of this position was almost unbearable. "OOOOHHH!

"Say it, Mom!" Blake held himself out after the third slow plunge into my depths. "Say it!"

"Blake ... Blake ..." I stammered. Then my mind broke and I yelled: "FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!

And fuck he did. Hearing his mother swear and beg like that drove him into a frenzy. He hammered his hips into my ass, driving his hard cock deeper and deeper. I found my own rhythm and rocked back at just the right moment to ensure he got maximum penetration.

Blake grunted out incoherent sounds from his throat. Much more vocal than the night before. I buried my face in the pillow and fed it long growls.

My big, heavy breasts swayed wildly under me. After a few minutes, Blake must have noticed, because he released my hips, leaned forward onto my back, reached under me, and cupped my tits. He massaged them and pinched my nipples.

This sent me over the edge. I raised my face from the pillow and screeched: AGAIN! AGAIN! I'M CUMMING! YEESS! YESSS! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP!"

And Blake DIDN'T stop, not for another minute. Then let go of my breasts, leaned back and pulled my hips brutally to his own for a series of four deep thrusts. He ejaculated each time, sending his sperm once again into his fertile mother.

All strength left my body. I fell flat on the bed and Blake followed me in a heap.

My orgasm had been even more intense than the night before. I wouldn't have believed that was possible.

Unlike the night before, I didn't have the luxury of time. I decided to give myself ten minutes to recover and allow Blake's sperm to find its way. Then I had to get ready for church. Although, I felt like I already just had the greatest religious experience of my life.

"Mom, You were great! I came so hard inside you. We fucked doggie style."

I guess the barrier had been broken. I told Blake, "You fucked me so good. My boy fucked his mommy doggie style!"

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I pulled into the High School parking lot and got out of the car. It was an unusually warm October day, and I wore only shorts and a loose sleeveless top. I waved at Blake as he came out of school.

I thought about the last time I had been here three weeks before. That was the day of my fateful meeting with Mrs. Mackly.

"Mom, where's Dad?"

It was Ed's habit to drive Blake to and from school. "Your father came down with the flu and dragged himself home early. He still wanted to pick you up, but was in no shape to do it. So you're stuck with the second team today."

We got in the car. Blake said, "This is great! Dad's usually late."

"Blake, I'm late too."

"No, Mom, I just got out."

"I mean 'late' late," I said and raised my eyebrows.

Blake still gave me a puzzled look, so I took a small blue and white plastic stick out of my purse. It had a plus sign showing in a little clear window. I presented it to Blake.

He looked at it a long time, his mouth open, then he looked up at me. "Mom ...?"

I nodded "yes."

"This is so ... so GREAT!" He reached across to the driver's seat and clamped a tremendous hug on me. "I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" He let me go and said, "I believe it, but can't believe it all at the same time. You're sure, right?"

"I used two tests, this one and the digital one and they both gave the same result: I'm pregnant! You're going to be a daddy!"

"That sounds so weird. So happy weird!" He leaned over and kissed me—right on the lips!

"Blake! We're in public. Smack in the middle of your school parking lot. Don't forget yourself."

"Sorry, Mom. I'm just so happy."

"Me too. I know what you mean about not believing it. I had to recheck the results a dozen time to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

"Does Dad know?" Some of the joy had drained from his voice.

"Nope. I wanted the father of our baby to be the first to know!"

"Our baby! Our baby! Wow! Everything is going to change now! Everything. And for the better!"

"Everything! For the better," I echoed.

I started the car. "We have to stop by the church to pick up some things for Dad. He's going to try and work at home until he gets better."

We filled the short drive with not much else other than amazement and laughter.

Once I unlocked the back door of the church, we made our way to the little office in the rear. It barely had space for the desk, file cabinets, and a beat up leather couch.

I busied myself gathering the list of items Ed had given me. Blake hovered attentively a few feet away.

I was retrieving one last thing from the middle drawer of the file cabinet. This required I bend over.

"BLAKE!" I squealed! He had come up behind me and jammed his hips against my butt. What poked me clearly conveyed he had a raging hardon. "What did we agree on?" It had been almost three weeks since we had had sexual relations (the "doggie" incident to be precise) of any kind. Since then it had been strictly Mother and son. I felt we needed to maintain a strong, normal family, and that those few days were a gift we were given to share each other for the chance to increase that family. I felt to do otherwise would have eventually lead to stunting Blake's socialization and isolation from friends, both male and female, his own age. Especially during his senior year when there is so much hope and celebration.

"I know, Mom, but it's been three weeks."

"You haven't ...?"

"I don't want to. It's not the same as ... you know."

"That's not my problem. We have a deal." I didn't want to let on how hard the deal had me on me too. Those lonely nights next to Ed—thinking back to Blake's cock, how it drove me crazy, how it filled me! How Blake's hands and mouth covered me and teased me—

"Yeah, but this is a real special day. Don't you think we should celebrate in a special way?"

"We'll get an ice cream on the way home." I thought it was best to stop cold turkey. To vary from that would be a slippery slope.

Blake came up to me and hugged me close. "C'mon, Mom. This is the one day we'll always remember. Just this one day. Dad's at home and we can't have any privacy there. This is perfect. We're all alone."

"HERE? In the church? Are you insane? Absolutely NO. Not anywhere, and especially not here! I struggled to get loose from his grip. He let me.

"Haven't you thought about what we did and how great it was?"

"Of course I have. What we had together, what we shared was a gift from heaven, and it's given us another gift, our child. That part of our relationship was special and meant to serve a purpose. That purpose has been met."

"Just this one time, Mom. The day we found out. Our one special day we found out." Blake slipped his shirt off.

"Blake, don't start this. Don't!"

He kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants and shorts in one quick motion. And—there it was. That magnificent, all-powerful cock.

"I'm leaving. You're father's home alone. Sick."

"And, we're here, not alone. And not sick," he said.

I should have been moving for the door. I should have been breaking free from the spell that Blake wove weeks ago and I had been trying to forget every night. I should have let him know he should be ashamed of himself and told him to put his clothes on."

Instead, I said, "I'll let you cum in my mouth, if you're quick about it. Sit on the couch." Part of me said this was the smart thing to do. Give him something and save yourself from any further sexual involvement. Quick and easy and out. Another part of me said this was stupid. Really, really stupid.

Blake willingly obeyed. "Mom, you've never done this."

"Don't remind me," I said. I tried to make my voice businesslike, but there was a nervous tremor edged with excitement. I never HAD done this. I had tasted and sampled, but never had one of Blake's full loads for lunch.

Blake sat on the dark tan couch, knees parted. I knelt down between them. His cock needed no coaxing, it was already fully erect. "This one time," I said and looked into Blake's smiling face. He nodded.

I wrapped my fist around his teen cock, full and strong, and according to my pregnancy test, verifiably potent. Maybe I hadn't forgotten what it felt like, but I had forgotten the excitement it drew out of my depths.

Blake raked his hand gently through my hair. "I love you, Mom." I could tell it was sincere and not spoken because of the moment.

I inhaled his fragrance, that manly musk, that animal scent that called up my womanness to meet it and complement it. I bent my head down and for the first time in three weeks tasted my son. Saliva gushed to mix with his juices. "Mmmmm," escaped from my lips, but none of the liquids did.

After licking around the head, I took in two inches, stretching my lips wide to accommodate Blake's girth. My hand pumped up and down, slowly at first, then more rapidly.

"Ohh, Mom!" Blake said. I remembered that first time he ejaculated on me it didn't take very long. I expected explosive results very soon.

Blake's hands caressed my back as I leaned over him, then pulled at my top until his hands were against my bare skin. Before I knew it he had unclasped my bra.

I increased the speed of my fist, and tightened it.

But, Blake's pushed up my bra and found my hardened nipples before he gave a sharp grunt and cried, "NOW! YEAH!"

Into my mouth gushed a thick soup of liquid and viscous pudding—hot and salty and sour. I had considered holding it in my mouth until he was done, but I had to swallow continuously to avoid choking. Again and again he let loose hot sticky streams into his mother's waiting mouth. It coated my teeth and tongue. A couple drops even dripped from my nose.

I swallowed and swallowed—and then it was over. I took my mouth away and stayed motionless, clearing my goo-covered throat. My hand still encircled Blake's still-hard penis. I looked at it, amazed. Amazed that it was hard, and amazed it had given up its treasure to my mouth ... and in the past, my pussy.

Three weeks worth of my son's sperm resided in my stomach.

I now noticed Blake's hands hadn't stopped massaging my breasts.

"Mom, you swallowed it all! That was so awesome. Just like your drawing."

I remembered that sketch I made of Blake in my mouth. It too had become a reality.

"I guess that's the last one that can come true, Blake." My voice was fuzzy with cum. I tried to get up, but Blake stopped me.

"There was one more, Mom. One I drew."

I must have looked puzzled. Blake continued, "It's the one of you straddling me, you on top of me."

I remembered now.

He put my hand back on his cock and said, "Get on it, Mom; it's still hard. Get on top of me."

"Don't spoil this. You got what you wanted." Before I could stand, he leaned over and kissed me, kissed me deep. He surely must have been tasting his own juices, but he swirled his tongue against mine.

"Get on it, Mom. Ease your way down onto it. Let me fill you up again."

"Oh God, Blake. Stop. This is the church. This is your father's office."

"And you just gave me a blowjob here. And now we're going to make love here."

He pulled at my top and my weak arms couldn't or wouldn't stop it from catapulting over my head and off me. He then pulled my loosed bra off. I must have been drunk on cum to be allowing this happen.

"No, Blake. I can't. We can't."

"Don't you want to know what it's like for me to be inside you while you ride on top of me?"

"Oh my God!" I whispered. "I'm weak. I'm just weak."

I stood up and stepped out of my sandals. Blake's hands went to the waistband of my shorts and panties and stripped them both over my hips to the floor in one smooth movement. I kicked them aside and was completely naked in a place I had spent hundreds of days, the church office. I never imaged I would be naked in it—with my naked son.

"We shouldn't," I said.

"One knee here," Blake patted to the left of him, "and one knee here," he patted to the right of him.

That would locate my pussy directly over that hard rod of flesh that was calling to me, beckoning me even more strongly than it had on the past twenty empty nights I had spent.

I didn't know how much I wanted, no ... needed this until I had put my mouth on Blake.

I braced my hands on the top of the couch on either side of Blake's head, then, keeping my torso straight, walked a knee to his left then to his right. I was still a good distance above the impalement zone.