Mom's Insemination Mixup

"You didn't force me, Mom."

"It may seem like that now, but in the future, you may have a different view."

I sat next to her and took her hand in both of mine. "Mom, I'm glad we tried together last night."

Mom leaned and put her forehead against my and rocked back and forth. She usually did this when we were sharing things that needed time and understanding to express.

"I appreciate the, Scott. But, there's something else. Another side of what happened that I can't deny, I can't run away from, and I won't be able to ever forget: that's the way my body betrayed me."

"Betrayed you? How?"

"I should have been calm, clinical, and detached. In control. I wasn't. My body responded in a way it hasn't in a very long time. So much so that my conscious mind denied it until the whole experience came crashing onto me this morning when I awoke. Maybe sleeping gave my unconscious time to process my unspeakable behavior. Scott, I'm so ashamed today, and I feel so guilty."

"Mom, you shouldn't."

"It's bad enough to make you do what we did, but for your own mother to get sexually excited, to react, to actually climax... that's totally unacceptable, and I can only ask for forgiveness from you, from your dad, whom I feel I've now physically and emotionally betrayed, and from God, who must see this act as the unholiest of deeds."

Mom was deeply religious, something that my grandparents had strictly enforced. Part of that was making her feel guilty about every "sin" she committed.

Suddenly, I found words I wanted to say: "Mom, I'm glad we made love. I'm glad my sperm is inside you right now as we sit here. And, Mom, I'm glad I made you cum."

"Scott, don't talk like that. Please."

"Mom, you had your say. Do you want me to be honest? Do you want me to open up to you? Or do you want me to shut up and keep it to myself."

"Of course I want you to be honest. It's that these things are so hard for me to hear. Be gentle with me, I'm begging you."

"I admit that when we started last night, I didn't know if I could do it. You saw that, and you took care of it." Mom's face got red when she must have flashed back to sucking my cock to get me hard. "I began as a son and his mother, but that didn't last long. As soon as we started, as soon as I was inside of you, I saw you as a beautiful woman, a woman who wanted a baby. My body responded too, Mom. It wanted to make that baby by cumming inside you. But, it also wanted to make you happy, I wanted to make you cum too. When you did, it was the greatest feeling of my life. I wouldn't want to trade that for anything. And it wasn't just a guy 'ego' thing either. It was that I was doing the right thing with the right person."

"Scott, my darling son." Mom hugged me close, and tight.

"When Dad said they calculated last night was the night, I knew it was important to us all as a family."

"This clinic isn't always a hundred percent. My counting since my last period still says today is the day. When I got up, though—"

An idea shot into my brain before Mom could finish her thought. "Mom, why not?"

"Why not what?"

"Why not make sure?"

When Mom just gave me that head-tilted puzzled look, I said, "Dad's gone until late tonight. Here we are alone. You calculate today's the day. It's only logical that we make sure."

"Make sure by... "

"Doing it again. So that there's a better chance."

"No! Definitely not! I started to say... when I got up this morning—"

"It makes sense, Mom! Look at all we've been through. You were already pregnant, we've already made love. This wouldn't be doing anything we haven't done except like an insurance policy to protect what we were trying to do."

Mom looked confused. "Scott knowing what I know now, it wouldn't—"

"Is that the pile for dirty laundry?" I asked, pointing to the sheets and clothes on the floor. Mom nodded, again looking confused. I stripped off my shirt and threw it into the pile. "That needs washing," I said. I dropped my pants and kicked them into the pile. "Those too."

"Scott—stop it!" Mom was laughing when she said it.

She stopped laughing when I dropped my shorts and my erection sprang to attention. Now naked, I said, "And those."

I walked over to her and pulled her up into a standing position. Her eyes didn't meet mine until I reached out and pulled her close. They had been concentrated on my hard cock.

"Mom, you know we should do this."

"No, Scott, I know we SHOULDN'T do this. The trouble is... you have it sounding like it's logical and needed."

"Look at how ready I am today. Look at what just thinking about you has done." I took Mom's hand and guided it to my penis. She pulled back a little and then held my cock with a firm grip.

"Scott... don't do this."

"You said your body betrayed you last night. Why not let go and let your body guide you today? Let it happen."

"Scott, I'm your mother."

"And we're trying to have a baby, and what I'm wanting us to do is the very thing—the only thing—that will make a baby."

Before she could speak, I kissed her full on the mouth. She turned her head, but when I left my lips on her cheek, Mom turned back and returned with a closed-lipped kiss.

She had her eyes closed. I kissed small kisses several times, and then touched her lips with my tongue. She puckered shut, and then opened her mouth. I went slow and I think she moaned softly.

She pushed me to arms' length and said, "Go out in the hall until I call you. I'll put on my robe like last night."

"No, Mom. This time I want to see you naked. I want to see that beautiful body you keep in such good shape."

"In the daylight? Here? With the sun streaming in the windows? HERE?"

"Yeah, Mom. Here. Me naked, and you naked. Here." I kissed her again, and again.

"Your top, Mom. It's ready for the wash."

"Scott, I don't know... I don't know if..."

I took the bottom of her pullover and skinned it up to her armpits, leaned in and gave her another kiss, and she raised her arms up so I could pull it over her head. I threw it into the pile while Mom lifted her hands to cover the lacy blue bra that strained to hold her 36D breasts.

"I can't believe this," she said.

"Now your skirt." It had an elastic waistband. I stretched it around her hips and let it fall to the floor. Mom wasn't making eye contact.

My eyes were on her muscular calves and thighs. And her matching blue briefs.

My mother was standing in front of her naked son in only bra and panties.

I stepped forward and reached around her. "Scott, I don't know..."

"I do, Mom," I said as I unhooked the first of three. "You look so beautiful." The second hook parted. "I can't wait to see your breasts." The last hook was freed.

I stepped back, but Mom held the bra tight against her chest.

"Let it go, Mom.

She did and gave me my first look at two magnificent breasts, capped with tight, hard, dark nipples centered in light brown circles.

"Oh Mom!"

"Scott... honey...?" It was a plea or a question or something. I figured it was a look for approval of some kind.

"They're so beautiful, Mom."

She smiled and seemed relieved.

"Do you want to take your panties off, or do you want me...?"

"I... I can't."

I slowly stepped in, put my hands on her waistband, and glided a pair of panties off my mom and onto the floor.

"Does Carrie shave?" Mom asked.

I nodded, then added, "That makes her look even younger than she acts. Mom, you're a woman. A full-grown, natural woman. I love it." I was referring to the thick, lush, tangled triangle between my mother's legs. It wasn't as light as the blonde hair on Mom's head. It was about the color of tender toast.

I reached and ran my fingers through Mom's pubic hair. A light touch that never got to the skin under the jungle. Mom gasped.

I kissed her again, then repeated until we were both out of breath. I hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, "Let's make love, Mom."

"Make love to me, Scott." Her voice was a dream.

We guided and propped each other up all the way to the bed. Then magically, I was in my father's bed with my naked mother. I kissed her face, rubbed my hands over her body... again and again.

Her breasts occupied my hands, then my mouth. Sucking and biting, one to the other. "Oh my God!" Mom sang.

"Mom, I want you to record in your mind every second of this. Not for later, not for tomorrow, but for forever. I want you to know what's happening and be as awake as you've ever been. Enjoy this with me now."

"Scott, I can't believe we're about to do this. I'll try. I'll try, my beautiful boy.

I eased Mom onto her back and positioned myself between those long legs. I lowered my body onto hers and looked into her blue eyes. She tried to reach down between us, but I shook my head "no." I could already feel the drooling tip of my penis stuck someplace warm.

In one slow, steady, glorious stroke, I eased into my own mother's thoroughly-drenched vagina. I didn't stop until our pubic bones kissed.

Her eyes had gone wide. Was it surprise? wonder? pleasure?

"Scott! I'm awake! I'm here with you! I'm totally here with you! Do it! Do it! I can feel every inch of you."

"Mom! You're so tight and so hot. I love being inside you."

My hips went into repeat mode: slowly out, all the way to the tip, then all the way back into the heated, lubricated depths of my mother's pussy. Only the speed varied. That increased in harmony with Mom's own hips."

"Scott... oh Scott," she whispered. "This is heaven! I don't deserve to feel this good!"

"You deserve it, Mom!" I thought of the last months. Her losing the baby. What it took for her to come to a decision to get pregnant again by her own son. All the pressure and agony and all the back and forth doubt to reach that decision. I wanted nothing more than to give her something that would in some way erase the pain and doubt of the past.

"Feels so good, Scott," Mom whispered.

Whispered? Mom was whispering. Not shouting.

"Mom! Don't hold back! Let it all loose."

"That was the other me, the one that took over in the past. I don't know if I can..."

"Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want me to cum inside you, Mom?"

"Yes! Please! Yes!" Again a whisper.

"Then tell me," I ground harder against her, and sped up.

"Yes, Scott, yes! YES! YES! CUM INSIDE ME! SHOOT YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!" It was a shout that rang across the room.

Her hips bucked upwards, lifting me off the bed. Mom was totally arched, supported by her shoulders and feet. Mom held that for a few seconds and dropped flat, only to wrap her legs around me and lock her feet on my butt.

That's when she got serious, and went crazy underneath me.

"AAHHH! AAHHH! SCOTT! HARDER! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

You should always obey your Mom. My reward for obeying was her piercing scream and the words:

"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Tears streamed down the sides of her face as it all let go in all ways at once in my Mom's body.

I drove deep, my body stiffened, and my own barrier broke. Broke and flooded my mom with all the sperm and semen that I had in my body. I transferred strings of hot, glue-like cum as far up her as I could. I kept pumping long after every drop had squeezed out of me.

We held each other for a long time after that. Kissing. Talking. The kind of talk where you say things that make no sense, but make all the sense in the world.

The shadows had moved quite a bit. That was the only way my mind registered that a long time had passed.

My hands rubbed over Mom. Her hands glided over me, finally resting on and taking hold of my penis. She massaged it to its full length again. I figured she wanted one last blast of baby-making fluids before Dad got home.

I was about to lay her flat again when she surprised me. She laid ME flat on the bed and straddled me. Mom's big breasts dangled and swayed, begging for my mouth.

"Mom, isn't this the wrong position to make a baby?"

"Yes. When the woman's on top, the sperm isn't as likely to penetrate as deeply."

"Then, shouldn't—"

Mom put a finger to my lips to stop me. "Remember when I told you that twice in my life I knew immediately when I became pregnant?"

"Yeah."

Mom let out a long, breathy "AAhhhh!" as she sank her cum-soaked pussy onto my cock. She rocked her hips and rode me as she said in a pleasure-tortured voice:

"I had that same feeling for the third time this morning when I woke up... Daddy!"