The Seaside Inn

I breathed in and out, slow and deep, and the pleasure quickly overwhelmed the lingering tightness and pain of having two large objects inside me at once. He started fucking me then, gently moving in and out of my pussy with small thrusts of his hips. I let out more deep guttural moans with each small movement of his cock.

We got into a rhythm, the small thrusts pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. His hand gripped my ass, and I felt an unfamiliar tugging. I tried to twist to see what he was doing, but I couldn't contort my body enough. All I could see was him smiling wickedly at me out of the corner of my eye.

It didn't take long to realize he was gently pulling on the toy lodged in my ass. I grunted through gritted teeth as I felt the thick body of the conical toy stretch me out. It felt disgustingly similar to using the bathroom.

My face must have looked ridiculous, oscillating rapidly between intense sexual pleasure, pain, and odd satisfaction. The rapid fire mixture of sensations and emotions flashed through me, then he stopped, and pushed the plug back in before my body could expel it fully.

My son resumed fucking me with a small chuckle at my discomfort. I quickly returned to my relaxed state, the small burst of adrenaline faded, and the pleasure returned with even more intensity than before.

"Are you- Augh- on birth control, mom?" Kyl asked me, breathless. I looked back at him, confused and barely registering what he was asking in my nearly orgasmic state.

"What?" I asked, incredulous at the odd question.

"Are you on birth control?" He repeated more forcefully.

"Yes, ahh, ahh- The- Ahh! The pill," I finally got out in between moans. I looked forward again, sinking deeper to the floor.

"Stop taking it," he said in a commanding tone.

"What!?" I whirled my head back around, trying to look at him. He leaned over, and his eyes met mine, intense and driven.

"Stop," he said, thrusting deeper inside me. I couldn't help but open my mouth as the intense pleasure overwhelmed me.

"Taking," another thrust, and I moaned louder.

"It!" He finished, gripping my hips and pulling my entire body closer to his.

I stared at him as he drove into me, fucking me with that perfect cock of his, and I suddenly felt my own orgasm arriving right as the magnitude of what he was asking me sunk in.

Did he- Did he want to get me pregnant? That was insane! I groaned in pleasure, imagining my son cumming inside me with no protection. I was too lost in the sensation, too close to my own orgasm to argue. I nodded at him, giving in, accepting my fate.

"Okay, oka- Auuughhhhh," I moaned like an animal, my pussy flexed and quivered, and the orgasm ripped through me. I bucked and shuddered, and my asshole opened, dangerously close to expelling the toy.

He came with me, and I sensed the wet lubrication of his cum flood my vagina. The pleasure spread across my body in strong sharp bursts. I collapsed forward, pressing my head against the floor, overwhelmed by the incredible bliss of having my ass stuffed and stimulated while my son's cock continued to twitch, shooting more semen inside me.

He held me by the hips and breast, bending over my back, as our bodies settled down. I let out a few deep shuddering breaths, and we both collapsed onto the floor. We kissed each other, our nude bodies entwined in an awkward tangle.

"Were you- Were you serious? About what you said," I asked as he rolled off my back.

"Of course," he answered without hesitation.

"We couldn't. That- It might be dangerous," I said, oddly shy. I looked into his eyes, and I could tell he was unconvinced. He shifted suddenly, putting some of his weight on my back, pinning me to the floor.

His hand slid across my bare butt, and I felt him grip the toy again.

"You're mine, mom," he said, low and dangerous. I yelped in pain as he started to tug the circular base. I wiggled instinctually, trying to get away, but it was a futile gesture against his strength. I was helpless, and he pulled. I panted and groaned as the fattest part of the toy slowly forced its way through my asshole.

"If I want to get you fucking pregnant, that's what's going to happen. Understood?" He growled at me, slowly sliding the toy out of my tight ass. The sudden intensity of his orders, and the unique pleasure and pain of the rubbery material expanding my sphincter got me horny all over again.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the cone-shaped object finally tapered down and slipped out entirely. I laid there, my body pressed against the tile, trying to suppress the lingering pain radiating across my rear end.

"Understood?!" He shouted and spanked my ass, hard, sending a new stab of pain through my backside.

"Ah! Yes! Yes," I exclaimed, squinting my eyes shut and grimacing as the shock of the contact made my whole body shudder.

"Good," he declared, pushing off me. I heard a clatter as he dropped the undoubtedly filthy toy in the sink.

I laid unmoving on the tile floor, breathing hard, biting my lip as I considered moving my hand between my legs to rub my aching clitoris again. I decided against it. I was too sore, and my brain was still reeling at what I'd agreed to do.

My son wanted to get me pregnant.

I rolled over, staring up at his strong naked body as he got dressed, reflecting on how strange our lives had become. Our relationship was far more intimate, for obvious reasons, but also more distant than before. It was difficult to be normal together now, after all the intense sexual experiences we'd shared.

And now, this. It probably wouldn't even work. I was nearly 44 years old. Even IVF was a longshot at my age. Logically, I should have stopped taking the pills years ago, but, as some of my friends had pointed out over the years, I was one of those annoyingly lucky women who had almost no side effects from them.

I rested on the floor, convincing myself it would fine. I could stop taking the pills. Indulge him in his fantasy.

***

Two months later, I woke up feeling hornier than I'd been in years. I'd quickly returned to my natural cycle after stopping the pills, but I couldn't remember feeling this way before. I had a deep aching emptiness between my legs, and from the moment I stretched out in bed and rubbed my thighs together I knew today would be satisfying.

A quick check of the driveway confirmed that Paul was already gone. I quietly padded over to the bathroom and took care of my morning routine. I was about to put on a new set of underwear when I absentmindedly touched myself. The sudden release of pleasure gave me a naughty idea.

I rummaged around in my closest and pulled out a set of lingerie that I hadn't worn in years. A blood red lacy bra and panty set, sheer and frilly. I could just barely make out my nipples through the material, and my dark brown pubic hair was clearly visible. Luckily, it still fit, and I smiled, proud of my youthful form in the bathroom mirror. Long hours in the gym paying off in spades.

I felt empowered, like a huntress after her prey as I silently swaggered down the hallway towards Kyl's bedroom. I opened the door as softly as I could manage, peeking inside. My son was lying in bed, still asleep, and I gingerly stepped into his room.

I tip-toed over to his prone form, licking my lips. I tried to be as quiet as I could, but I felt him stir when I lifted up the blanket. I gently lowered myself next to him in the bed, as sneakily as I could manage, and scooted down underneath the covers.

The bed smelled like him, masculine sweat and teenage hormones, and I felt a renewed tightness between my legs as my vagina swelled. I spotted my prize. My son's cock, rigid in the morning light, tenting his boxer shorts.

I pulled his underwear off and his penis sprung to attention, less than an inch from my face. I rubbed my cheeks against it, closing my eyes and nuzzling the cock like a friendly cat. I luxuriated in the feel of the towering veiny member rolling across the soft skin of my face, the mixture of thick male power and surprisingly pliable skin.

I stuck out my tongue and licked it, kissed it, slowly working my way up his shaft, worshiping every inch of his cock. I finally reached the head and wrapped my lips around the springy bulbous flesh. My eyelids fluttered with satisfaction when I heard my son let out a low groan as I slid the tip of his penis into my mouth.

This was unusual for us. I couldn't remember ever initiating sex with him in all the months since that fateful night in the Seaside Inn. He'd always come to me, aggressively seducing and taking me in whatever way he pleased.

Now, I was the aggressor, sneaking into his room and sucking his cock before he'd even woken up properly. I bobbed my head up and down, pleasuring him with my mouth, feeling his foreskin with my tongue. He was awake now, and his hands stroked my hair as I licked and kissed his shaft.

He shoved the blanket off me, and I looked up at him with a sultry smile, licking his straining cockhead. I gripped his shaft with my fingers and gave it a few slow pumps.

"Morning," I said quietly before kissing his dick again.

"What are you doing, mom?" He asked, staring at me expectantly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I answered with another kiss and stroke before swallowing his cock in one quick motion.

He grunted, almost angrily, and we locked eyes as I gave him a slow blowjob. At some point my hand wandered between my legs, underneath the lacy red panties, and I started masturbating with his cock in my mouth. I couldn't help myself, I was so incredibly horny, but less than a minute later Kyl pulled away from me.

I bit my lip and looked up at him, confused, but a moment later he pulled off his shirt and I was treated to the sight of his magnificent torso.

"Talk dirty to me, mom," he said with a subtle sneer.

I felt a moment of trepidation. I'd never been particularly good at that. The only times I said much was in the heat of the moment, but before then I was too self-conscious to say much at all.

"I can't, I'm not, not good at it," I answered quietly.

He shot me a sly grin.

"Just, tell me what mommy wants," he said, teasing.

I was still holding his cock, and I looked down at it, gathering my courage. I took a deep breath.

"I want- I want your cock-" I was interrupted by a quick smack to my face.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, shocked by the stinging contact. It took me a second to even realize that my son had slapped me. He didn't do it hard, but it was enough to get my adrenaline pumping, and I looked up at him hurt and confused.

"I said, tell me what mommy wants," he repeated, forcefully emphasizing the word. My nipples got hard under my red lingerie. I took another deep steadying breath, gazing at him intently, and swallowed.

"Mommy- Mommy wants your cock," I whispered, and couldn't help but smile as my son groaned. I felt his penis twitch and pulse between my fingers.

"Where?" He composed himself long enough to spit out the word before settling back down.

I thought a moment, and the aching yearning emptiness between my legs became all-encompassing.

"Mommy wants it inside her- Inside her pussy," I whispered louder, shifting my body up the bed, straddling my son's hips with my bare thighs. I pulled my lacy red panties aside and scooted closer, letting out a quiet shuddering sigh of relief and pleasure when his cock touched my pussy lips.

I looked down at his penis caught between my legs, the head pointed up towards me like a flagpole, the shaft gently rubbing against the entrance to my vagina. I was already soaking wet. It almost felt different, the moisture slowly leaking out of me, readying my body for his penetration.

I rocked my hips back and forth, teasing him, kissing his cock with my swollen lips.

"Mommy needs you to fuck her," I gasped, running my hands along his tight abs. He nodded, his face full of lust.

I couldn't wait anymore. I lifted myself up, pulled my panties aside even further and guided his penis to my entrance, rubbing it back and forth to get the head wet. I lowered onto him with a slow, exaggerated motion, my face contorted in ecstasy.

"Auughh," I moaned, lost in that first moment of perfection, of pure bliss as I impaled myself on my son's cock. The yearning ache vanished, replaced by an incredible satisfaction, like a part of me was missing and only now was returned to its rightful place.

I sat on him, breathing hard, acclimating to his intrusion. God he felt incredible! The thought flashed through me, and not for the first time. I gyrated my hips, slowly at first, and looked down at my son's naked body through half-lidded eyes. His cock swirled around inside me, forced to move with my body, stimulating every last inch of my vagina.

"Ahh- Yes, let me- Let mommy ride you," I smiled wide, and let out a small satisfied laugh that turned into another gasping moan.

My slow gyrating transitioned to a playful bouncing. I held my hands against his torso to steady myself, and settled into a rhythm, finding the perfect angle to push his cock into my most sensitive areas.

I decided to keep my bra on. The sheer material accentuated and hinted at the shape of my breasts, and I knew it made me look sexy as hell. I hadn't planned on it, but it felt like I was putting on a show for him between the outfit and the dirty talk. It was pushing my buttons too, knowing that my purpose right now was to please him in any way I could.

I arched my back and looked up at the ceiling, sinking into the rhythm of our lovemaking. I relaxed, letting the sensations wash over me. The little sparks and pulses rolling across my body, taking me places I never thought possible. His fingers brushed against my clit, and my entire jaw and neck tensed as a sharp rocket of bliss shot up my body.

"I'm getting close, mom," Kyl said, placing his strong hands on my hips, ready to slow me down.

Hearing him say that suddenly sent me right to the edge. One of my thighs trembled slightly, my breathing fast and shallow. I instantly knew I needed his cum inside me. I didn't want it, I needed it, like I needed air or water.

I had a sudden moment of clarity. God, I must be ovulating. That's why I was so horny and wet. Why I put on my lingerie and crawled into my son's bed. It's why I was riding him like a prize stud.

Fuck. I thought about stopping, but, I was so close, we were so close. I couldn't stop. I knew this was what he wanted. To get me pregnant. Did I want it too? Right now, the answer was definitely yes, yes, god yes, and a new set of wicked thoughts entered my head.

"Kyl, ah- Mommy's ovulating- Aughh," I admitted, and I felt his grip on my hips tighten, and an expression of intense hungry lust settled on his face. I bit my lip, slowing the gyrating of my hips.

"Aughh- You- You want to get mommy pregnant?" I spoke softly, and he nodded somewhat in disbelief. I picked up the pace again, returning to the quick playful bouncing, letting him feel every tight wet inch of my pussy.

"Mommy needs you to get her pregnant, Kyl," I stared into his eyes, feeling my own orgasm rising in me, I bounced up and down on his perfect thick cock, fucking him harder and harder with each passing moment.

"Yes! Auugh- Fuck! Mommy- mommy needs you to fill her up! Mommy needs her son's cum! Fill me up! Fill me- Get mommy pregnant- Ohhhh!!"

I came mid-sentence, and felt my son do the same underneath me. The orgasm spread across my body, consuming and suppressing all rational thought. It was like I fell down a pit into my own head. All that mattered was his beautiful cock, filling my womb with life. His seed, spreading through my vagina, taking refuge before the long journey ahead.

My toes curled, my whole body collapsed into his, and some faraway part of my brain realized I was still screaming in pleasure. Kyl thrust his hips into me, taking over when I couldn't continue, pushing his cum into me as deep as it would go. I heard his own masculine grunts, but they sounded muffled, like we were underwater.

I pressed against his chest, convulsing and seeing stars. He wrapped his strong arms around my torso and the back of my head, holding me, keeping me safe. The bliss overwhelmed me, painful in its intensity, and all I could do was scream and shake to try and let it escape. The peak subsided, and as I crested the wave a more manageable feeling of contentment and satisfaction washed over my body.

I breathed, steady and deep, a dazed smile across my face, smelling my son's sweat and the faint aroma of our sex as I nuzzled against his muscular torso. I wasn't sure how long I'd been gone. The orgasm was so strong, it was almost an out of body experience. All I could do was lay there, eyes closed, enveloped in his arms, his cock still inside me.

I finally opened my eyes and saw a curtain of my own dark brown hair covering the view. I brushed it away and looked up at my son, exhausted, my cheeks flushed. He smiled down at me, and we kissed.

"I love you, mom," he said, gently brushing my hair back, tucking it behind my ears. I smiled back at him as the pleasure continued rolling through me, fading into a relaxing haze.

"I love you too," I replied, content to lay on top of him, feeling his cock shrinking inside me. He didn't bother pulling out, and I didn't move either. We simply laid there, mother and son, entwined in our taboo union.

Eventually, he shrank down enough that the natural pressure of my vagina pushed him out. I felt a wet trickle of his cum on my pussy lips, but I was too dazed to clean up. I simply scooted forward, splayed out on his body, and kissed him, slow and sensual.

A beautiful excitement bubbled up in my chest as I imagined what might come next. I pictured it in my head, his sperm wriggling past my cervix, finding my egg and impregnating me. Our baby, growing in my womb, a new life, the ultimate expression of our love, of my devotion to him.

He'd taken me, utterly and completely, and made my body his. I prayed that it would happen, that my son would become the father of my child. Although, another part of me considered that if it didn't happen now, we'd try again. And again. I wriggled against his body, imagining him cumming in me, breeding me, over and over, and felt another pulse of arousal between my legs.

I closed my eyes and sighed, the last vestiges of my orgasm fading into the background. I basked in the afterglow, content with whatever came next.

***

I was late.

It had been three weeks since that beautiful morning, and I hadn't gotten my period yet. I was still somewhat in denial, I couldn't believe it had really happened, that my son had gotten me pregnant, but time would tell. We hadn't talked about it again since that morning, and I didn't know if he even realized what had happened.

It was Friday morning. I didn't have any classes to teach, so I usually spent the morning at home relaxing before heading in to campus for my office hours, and to work on the never ending grading of tests and homework assignments.

I was brushing my teeth in my long cream camisole and a matching set of panties, thinking of all the things I had to do today, when I heard my bedroom door creak open. My heart skipped in surprise as Kyl walked in. I watched him in the mirror, my brushing slowing down, and the familiar heat of arousal tickled between my legs as I imagined what was going to come next.

He didn't usually meet me in my bedroom, preferring to intercept me downstairs in the kitchen or living room, ordering me to strip naked or simply grabbing my breasts and taking me in whatever manner he felt like that day.

"Come here," he said, sitting down on the side of my bed, facing the open bathroom door. I spat out my toothpaste, eyeing him. I quickly rinsed out my mouth and strode towards him, stopping a foot away in nothing but my sleep clothes.