Making My Mother Pregnant

"Okay." She barely said with her head down.

I could tell she was nervous and upset. Hell, I was too, but not in a bad way.

Mom sauntered off into the other room as I fumbled my way making some coffee. I had never felt the blood pulse through my body like this... my heart raced as did my breathing. I told myself over and over again to hold it together as I poured us two cups, and headed into the front den where she sat with her head hung low.

She must have heard me walk in...

"Now I know why you call me 'mother'," She uttered. "It makes sense."

I handed her her cup, not making any eye contact whatsoever as I agonizingly sat on the chair across from her.

"Then let me tell you what makes sense for me," I started, taking in a HUGE breath.

This was it... the moment of truth.

"I uhmmm, I've been in love with you for a few years now. When I say 'in love', I don't mean son to mother love, but... as a man to a woman. A woman that, in my eyes, is deserving of the most beautiful love affair on this planet. I know that there are so many reasons why you should say this is wrong... excuses not to listen to any of my reasoning. We're taught this is wrong... evil... and sinful." I said.

Mother kept her face down the entire time, making my heartfelt confession twice as hard. But I wasn't giving up.

"My only answer to all those doubts is that I am in love with you. I'm not in this for a cheap one night stand or just to get my rocks off... I'm seriously involved... I love you, and I want to be with you as a man with his woman... the long term picture. Together." I declared. "I don't expect you to magically wave a wand and give me what I want because something like this is a huge step for the both of us. I know that. I've played out every imaginable scenario with this... and all I keep doing is coming back to the beginning... I love you, I want you as a man does a woman... I want to make love to you, share our lives together... everything."

With that, I stopped to take a drink. I couldn't believe what I had just said.

By now mom's hands were raked over her hair, looking like a hardened criminal awaiting sentencing. I had never seen her so morose. My heart ached since I caused her to be like that.

"Mother," I began. "Please tell me what you're feeling."

Mom didn't say anything for a moment.

"I need," she started, clearing her throat. "I need to be alone for a while."

Fuck.

I sighed heavily as I stood. I tried to reassure myself that this was a lot to digest for her. Putting her needs and wants before mine was starting to get old. But, true love isn't about me or what I want... it's about the happiness of the one you truly love.

Not saying a word, I walked out the front door, granting her that wish. This was hard for the both of us. Its not every day a son confesses his sexual and matrimonial love for his own mother.

Later that night...

Nightfall was upon us as I had gone into town, aimlessly wandering the streets. I hung out at a bar and put down some beers. My mind was thoroughly sedated... I had taken the plunge and bared it all to my very own mom. I had to admit that her lack of replies or answers was killing me. It was up to me to guess what my mother was feeling or thinking.

It was enough to drive any sane man crazy.

Around 2am the next morning, I stumbled back into our cottage and crashed. I was completely trashed, but it felt great to kill the pain in my heart with the alcohol.

I didn't see mom until nine hours later when I awoke, realizing our flight back home was in three hours. I showered, packed, and popped some Advil for the headache I had, reassuring myself to be brave and just go through the motions. As I gulped down a glass of orange juice in the kitchen, I saw a lone figure sitting out at the beach.

It was her...

I quickly checked mom's room and saw she hadn't even packed. This made no sense at all. I had to make this up as I went along, so I decided to call a cab and get myself out of there as quickly as possible. Maybe leaving was the best choice. Perhaps she wanted my disclosure to stay in Hawaii...

I decided to at least tell mom I was leaving for the airport.

Walking out to the white sands of the beach, I was nervous as hell. Mom had a blanket wrapped around her and sunglasses hid the eyes I so desperately wanted to look into to see any inkling of hope.

I cautiously walked to her side, keeping a safe distance away.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm off the airport." I sullenly said.

"I uh, I'm sorry I ruined the last day of the vacation." I finished, hoping she would say something... ANYTHING.

"I never meant for it to come to this." I added.

And nothing. All mom did was stare straight ahead... like some cryptic zombie.

I sighed, and then made up my mind to leave. It was a difficult call, but I did it and never looked back as I walked back to the beach house to meet the cab waiting on me.

CHAPTER IV - DISCLOSURE

The short jaunt back to the airport, checking in and getting my seat was all a blur. The torture of my confession was therapeutic at the time, but now had lasting consequences. I began to wonder if everything was now destroyed. How would our relationship be now? As I watched the ground crew finish loading our bags, I had decided once I got home to empty out my bedroom and get my belongings back to my apartment at school, this way mother wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

"Passenger Rogers, please report to the front of the plane." Announced the flight attendant over the intercom.

I dutifully left my seat, meeting the gate agent at door to the plane.

"Mr. Rogers?" asked the gate agent. "Your wife is at the ticket counter. Apparently there's an emergency."

I couldn't believe it. I raced back through the jetway as I saw mother standing at the counter with tears streaming down her face. The heartbreaking sight instantly forgave her silence as I took her into my aching arms.

"I couldn't let you leave." Mother cried into my shoulder.

"Oh mother, its okay." I reassured her over and over.

I told the gate agent that I wouldn't need my seat while holding my mother closely. With that, our plane departed as mother and I eagerly remained in each other's arms.

"I just didn't know what to say or do," She continued. "But I knew leaving wasn't answer."

"Oh mother," I answered. "You did what anyone would do. It was a lot to throw at you. I'm so sorry."

"No, no," she shot back. "I'm sorry I couldn't find the words... but I love you too. I love you so, so much. I know this is hard, but we'll make it work. We have to-- it was meant to be. I know that in my heart."

Her acknowledgment took my breath away. I reclaimed her in my arms, cradling her as I had dreamt for so many years. Both of us felt as if a million pound weight had been suddenly lifted from our souls.

"I love you soooooo much, mother." I fondly avowed. "So much."

"Ssssh," she said. "I told them I was your wife."

"I don't care. I want the whole world to know I'm in love with you." I answered.

We stood there, staring into each other's eyes for a never-ending moment in time. I marveled at the beauty within those blue eyes, trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening. This was the woman who bore me, admitting-- confessing, and accepting her son's love as truly righteous. It was this exact moment that reminded me of my favorite film, "Somewhere in Time". I swear I could almost hear that beautiful love theme play as we stood together... it did feel as if we had crossed so many barriers and obstacles to reach this moment.

"You're so beautiful." I whispered.

"Ooooh baby," she cooed back, grazing my face with her soft feminine hands. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I want to kiss you." I blurted out.

Mother scoffed, playfully batting my chest with her hand.

"But not here," I said. "I want it to be special."

Mother's eyes welled up in swelling realization.

"My son." She whimpered. "The handsome man I so love."

We quickly realized we needed to leave, and fast. We left the gate and grabbed my luggage as we headed back out to the car. While on our way, we immediately knew our trip was going to be for a lot longer. We could just sense something very special was happening... Unfortunately, the private beach bungalow was already reserved for another guest, so I promptly reserved a suite at the Hilton at the beach. Things were happening so fast that we both could barely contain our excitement and thrill.

We checked in at the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Rogers as mother lovingly held my hand openly in public. As I signed us in, mother clung to my arm, easily fitting in the role of my dotting. I marveled at the forbidden triumph I had gratefully acquired. The woman I had coveted and craved was IRREVOCABLY mine. I had to lean over several times to kiss mother's hair as I signed the credit card receipt. Each time mother cooed in soft, blissful content. God, even that was so exotically sexy to hear... my own mother welcoming my kisses.

The great feeling of getting the woman you've sought for so long is indescribable. Most guys know what I exactly mean, but knowing that woman is your own mother adds an entirely new spin to it... a thrill beyond all thrills. It still takes my breath away even to this day.

After we checked in, I took mother to the concierge. "If we're going to do this, I want to do it the right way."

"By doing what?" mother asked.

By that time, I saw the concierge... "Excuse me sir? Can I ask where we might be able to find a local minister to perform a wedding for my lovely fiancé and I?"

I heard mother sigh heavily, tightening her hold on my hand as the concierge happily listed a few names and phone numbers for me. I found out that we could reserve a private spot on the beach at sunset, and that there was an opening for that evening. I immediately took the reservation and tipped the concierge $50 for his help as we sat down to call the list of ministers.

"So passionate, so... romantic," Mother blurted out, her eyes tearing up, and both of us smiled in elation.

I wanted a new age minister, hopefully a female to perform the ceremony. I didn't care to legalize or certify it as I knew there would be no way that could happen. Besides, having a government seal of approval for our marriage wasn't necessary... what mattered were the vows we would pledge to each other... those carried far more meaning than any legal document EVER would.

I found a native Hawaiian priestess, immediately booking her as the next step was clear... rings and a wedding dress. It was still early in the afternoon, and if we hurried, we could have mother clad in a stunning wedding gown before our ceremony at 6:30pm. Mother just marveled at how I took charge of the event, never once voicing any objections whatsoever. With the help of the concierge, we were at a local bridal shop in no time. While mother tried on dresses, I walked over to a nearby jewelry store to find mother the perfect wedding ring. I had to move some money out of my annuity to make it happen, but I found a gorgeous five carrot sterling silver diamond ring. I had the inside of the ring engraved, saying "To my wife, who gave me life."

I returned to find mom had already purchased her gown, playing the part of a blissful bride to be. Mother teasingly said it was bad luck for me to see his bride the day of the ceremony, so I gladly played along. We got back to our room as she took over one half of the suite for her preparation, shutting all the doors. The hair and makeup lady arrived shortly thereafter while I got into my tux. I then set out a bunch of candles I picked up after I bought mom's ring.

"Good God this is all happening so fast." I heard her say to the makeup lady.

"Oh I'm sure it's the right thing to do," the makeup lady replied. "You two have made it this far, right?"

"Yea," mother said with a long sigh. "I guess you're right."

"Plus, he's one heck of a handsome guy-- if I do say so myself," she added. "And so young-- uhmm uhmm uhmm."

The two shared a subdued laugh as I kind of smiled too, thinking that if this makeup lady REALLY knew what she was prepping my mother for, she'd really lick her lips with envy.

"Girl, you are gonna need a team of horses to keep up with that young stud." The makeup lady said with another laugh.

The two continued their silly little chat as it all started to finally hit me. The day had begun in heartache and misery, and now was turning out to be so incredibly different than I expected. The sincere reality hit me that I was about to make my very own mother my wife... I was going to marry her and make her my life's partner in everything I was about to embark on. What took my breath away was the knowledge that I would finally bed her on this night. I would at last be inside the woman that carried and gave birth to me... tonight; she would be giving me new life... one of mind-boggling discovery and beautiful experiences.

As I sat in the adjoining room, my heart fluttered just thinking about being inside my mother for the very first time. Not as a son or child, but as a legitimate lover. I silently begged myself not to cumm at first-- hoping to prolong what would be a euphoric event without end.

CHAPTER V -- MARRIAGE

I slid the card in the door latch, balancing my new wife as I carried her in to our darkened suite. I wanted to carry her as any new husband would his blushing new bride after their vows were exchanged.

Setting Marilyn down, we both finally faced each other in the throes of matrimonial arousal. My heart exploded in my chest with every beat as I could hear our breaths tinged with nervousness.

"Wow," Mom uttered. "We did it. We really did it."

"Yea." I nodded yes, taking a step to her in loving courage.

Our hands intertwined as she sighed heavily, closing her eyes. It was now dark as I went to light the dozen candles I placed around the room earlier. As mom watched me light every one, she remarked "Wow, you're so romantic... what every girl dreams of."

I turned out all the lights as I stood back to appreciate the warm orange glow cast upon my mother's shapely body. Her skin, deeply illuminated by the warmth of the flickering flames. We both knew we were about to embark on something so spectacular... so promising and strong, but yet it was all still so unknown to us.

"For better or for worse." My bride voiced.

My only reply was lifting the back of my hand, caressing her beautiful cheek and jaw.

"Oh my Gawd," Mother feebly whimpered as her eyes closed. "I married my own son. My God."

"And you'll never regret it." Was my answer, tracing the contours of her full lips.

Up to this point, Marilyn and I had just held hands and walked arm in arm. That was pretty much it. We both hadn't even kissed yet, but that was about to change as I slowly leaned down, keeping my eyes on the prize. As I did, I couldn't help but get a quick peek down mother's chest, and into the luscious deep cleavage of her breasts. God, they were so big... so fertile... perfect to feed a child spawned from this night's affections.

"Mother." I cooed as her face crooked up, brushing her lips across mine so tenderly.

"Ooooh" she sighed as I felt her hot breath cascade across my face.

With our hands sweaty and bound, I inched closer to seal the deal... not strong or blunt, but effortlessly deep. Both of us whimpered in awe, washed over by the earth-shattering contact of our lip to lip connection... soul to soul. I melted hearing Marilyn breathing through her nostrils, running my open palms up her soft arms. I was kissing my mother... my sweet beautiful mother. My cock, already solid and eager, was now begging for freedom from the pants of my tuxedo.

I parted my lips, taking my sweet time in tasting the saucy brim of mother's mouth. The muggy tartness of her mouth overwhelmed me as I swam in the sea of our first kiss... I intentionally slowed my movement, careful to memorize the eternal wonder of this sacred moment. When I heard the first slurp of our open mouthed kiss, I nearly came right there... the chewy mouthful of saliva and lip, knowing this was my mother doing this to me... oh my GOD.

"Oh mother." I immediately declared after an eternity of making out.

"My son." Mother affirmed back, wrapping her arms about my shoulders, escalating the power of our kiss ten fold.

I turned mother about, embracing her AND my will to consummate this perfect triumph, this flawless moment. Our kiss heated up as my tongue was hungrily suckled inside her mouth, chewed and squashed by the years of forbidden desire. My groin eased against Marilyn's thigh, letting her feel the results of her impeccable seduction. Mother took my jaw in her palms, eager to control the kiss. I could only comply.

"Make love to me," mother begged in a lower, surly tone I had yet to hear. "God, make love to me you sexy man."

Our kiss skipped along the border of erotic narcosis as I left her mouth for a tastier feast along her neck, ear, and cheek. I fucking loved lapping away at my mother's face, hungry and anxious for more. I could taste the makeup as my saliva coated her entire face.

As I sank my teeth deep into the nape of her neck, Mother pushed me back suddenly.

Misty eyed in confusion, mother held out her hand for me to stop.

"I want you to watch me undress," she said. "I want you to see the prize you've waited your entire life for. Everything changes when this wedding dress comes off."

I shook my head in the miracle of the moment... "Only for the better."

Mother cooed in agreement, flipping her arms behind her back to unzip the dress. I heard the zipper come untied as mom brought her arms back up slowly, looking dead on at me with serious 'fuck me' eyes-- the likes I had never seen before.

I gasped.

"Watch me, love." Mother instructed as if I were a little boy all over again.

All I could do was nod yes...

Mother slipped her fingers under the top of the dress, slipping the bridal gown down her tanned golden flesh. The striking contrast of the white dress matched to her auburn skin had me weak in the knees. I slowly shut my eyes with a heavy sigh as Marilyn's luscious breasts were slowly revealed. Mom looked at me, as if to say "this is the prize". A shudder rippled through my spine, much like the cold shiver we guys feel as we pee... but this was much more surreal.... As I basked in the vista of mother's bare chest, I felt goose bumps on my arms upon seeing mother's full, shapely chest. She treated this exactly as it should have been... a phenomenal achievement in the most sinful of ways. She knew as well as I did the significance in this unveiling, and how it symbolized so much. Plus, it was sexy as hell to watch...

I kept hearing mother's words echo in my mind; "Everything changes when this wedding dress comes off" as I watched in wide eyed wonder while the gown slipped past the breadth of her wide golden hips. Seeing her naked flesh struck that familiar chord-- all of my lifelong desires, a lifetime of exotic fantasies and sleepless nights... all of pent up eroticism and immoral aspirations came to a head at this moment.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful." I whispered.

With that, mother turned her hips out to show me her magnificent round ass, pleated by white silky garters alongside each large sphere of golden-brown skin.

"You like that, baby?" mother asked in a low voice I had never heard until tonight.

"Oh my God, yes." I replied, stepping a little closer to get an eye full of delicious ass.

"Tell your wife what you like about it." She continued.

"It's so beautiful," I started. "Just as beautiful as I always remembered it was."

Mother stepped out from the pool of her gown, stepping to me as we locked our hands together.