Two Weeks

"Aww... sweetie, no I'm okay, I promise. After all, I'm the real adult here, and I agreed to this little idea of yours."

"Was it so bad?"

"No! No... I mean... it was just... a lot."

"It was pretty exciting..." the teen muttered, smiling with a dreamy expression.

Rebecca giggled. The boy never failed to lift her spirits.

"What? It wasn't?"

"Of course it was, silly. You just make me laugh, that's all."

"I love making you laugh."

By now, the two of their lips were just inches apart and green eyes gazed into green eyes. Roman closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers. Even as she sighed her moral defeat, she couldn't help but kiss him back. Finding her enthusiastic, the teen couldn't help but slip his tongue into her mouth. Having practiced through innocuous kisses that lasted longer and longer over the years, the coupled shared their first unbridled embrace. The teen's hands had journeyed from her bare thighs, up into her nightie, and around her bare waist.

"Mmmm... ohh... Romann..."

Rebecca felt the gentle massage of warm fingers on the areas just outside her mons, relieving the residual soreness from the opening up the day before. Without interrupting the massage, the skilled lad soon had climbed onto the bed and was now pushing his mother onto her back. Before long, the housewife felt her son's barrel through his boxers pressing against her underwear.

"W-wait..."

Roman briefly broke their kiss, his eyes gazing into hers.

"What? I know you want this too..."

"I- I... we're just doing this for the... baby, remember? We can't make a habit of this, sweetie... it's not... right..."

Roman began kissing and nuzzling the soft of her neck as he fed the head of his breeder out of his shorts, under his mother's thong, and against her opening.

"Mmmm... yes, exactly... it's for the baby... like I said, I want to make sure we succeed..."

Rebecca felt dizzy. Her heart was racing faster than she thought possible and her drenched sanctum yearned for the thick battering ram prodding at her gates. Suddenly, the fat head popped in without warning, bringing along a few thick inches, stretching her already sore pussy.

"Yeow!" the jolt of pain brought Rebecca's senses back and she pushed him away.

"Sorry..." the lad sighed, panting.

"It's okay..." Rebecca muttered, trying not to look at the massive erection throbbing just under the hem of his shirt. "Like I said... it's just a... lot. I don't know if it's right..."

"I mean... we already had sex, what's the problem?" the boy pouted, clearly frustrated.

"Well, that's just it... you've already given me the baby..."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence, but we both know that there's no way of knowing."

"Well, I'll check in two weeks, and then we'll know."

"Okay, and if then it doesn't work out, we can try again??"

Rebecca had to giggle again at the eagerness in his eyes, "Wow... you almost sound like it you want us to fail?"

"What? No! I just- I meant-"

Rebecca mussed his hair, smiling gently at him, "I'm just teasing kiddo. I get it... I know you've been attracted to me for a while. What horny teenage boy would pass up an opportunity to ball his mother?"

"Is it just me? Don't you want me too?"

The vulnerability on the boy's face mixed with the sexuality every pore of him oozed made her chest ache. She had to look away, "Babyy... that's not... I don't... I just don't know... your father..."

Roman gently grasped her freckled face, compelling her green eyes to gaze into his, "Fuck him - he's a cheater. I know it's not just me. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll get out of here right now."

"You're not wrong... but I'm your mother... we can't..."

"It's just for two weeks. Just for the baby. Like you said," the boy grasped her small hand in his and began laying gentle kisses on the back.

"Just two weeks?" Rebecca whispered, shivering from the kisses that had now moved up her arm and onto her shoulders.

"Yeah... we may never get a chance to do this again... don't you want to make some good memories?" the boy muttered, as his lips now moved down her flank and was soon at her groin.

Rebecca heard the boy inhale deeply and groan before laying down kisses against her thong that made her tingle. She felt the thong slide down and her nightie slide up, and soon the experienced youth was kissing her unprotected vulva and gentle lapping at her sex with his tongue. Unaccustomed to cunnilingus in her marriage, the sensation initially made the leery housewife stiffen, but the warm pleasure building in her nether regions slowly dissolved her defenses and she melted.

"Ohhh Romann... waitt... your father's coming ba... ohhh..."

"Mmmm... mommm... you taste and smell so good..."

"Ssssss.... oooohh... babyyy... feels goodd..." Rebecca whimpered, scratching her son's scalp with her pink fingernails as he ate her out.

Roman lapped hungrily at the forbidden, sour juices that flowed for him. While he'd always enjoyed the taste of pussy, there was something rich, yet familiar about one that had birthed him into the world. He too briefly wondered when his father was coming back from his trip, before leaving it to fate and returning to his possibly-once-in-a lifetime opportunity. After all, how could he pass up hearing the same honeyed voice that had sung him lullabies now sing him tributes of ecstasy? Sure enough, within a few minutes, he smiled triumphantly as he heard her shriek and felt her walls spasm around his long tongue, buried deep inside her vault.

"Roman!!! Mmmmpphhhh!!!!!"

Once the housewife's climax passed, she returned to her plateau as her eager teenager relished the juice she'd made for him and worked to send her to her next climax. Half an hour later, Rebecca's sweaty face and chest were a beet red as she whined the latest of her rising pleasure into the nook of her left arm. Her right arm clutched her marital bedsheets from the torture of ravishment. Below, between her shaking legs and bucking ass, lay her son, now completely nude. He ignored the cramping in his mouth as he gave as much pressure to the contact between his tongue and her sex as possible, letting her hump against him. Before long, the teen was relieved to hear his mother's orgasmic screams, his own sex throbbing patiently to be tagged into the morning's proceedings. As her climax went on and on, he began to plan the next steps.

"Ohhhh myyyyy GODDD!!! Mmpphhh!!!"

Rebecca's vision faded as she squealed into the pillow and her hips bucked with the fading waves of orgasm. She saw Roman push up her nightie until everything south of her belly button was completely exposed, but lacked the presence of mind to comment. Only when she felt the teenager's thick breeder stretch her open did she speak.

"Ohmygosh! Ohhhh... babyyy..." she moaned softly, surprised that the previous pain was gone.

"Mommm... you feel so goodd..." the teen rasped, as he slowly slid in deeper into the drenched pussy.

"Oh fuckk... ngghh..." Rebecca groaned as the boy slowly went deeper. Her right hand reflexively reached out against his stomach, stopping his progress.

Roman gently grasped her hand, "Don't hold me back. Trust me."

"Okay... please be gentle... you're huge..." the housewife whimpered, as she felt the boy's lean abdominals ripple under her touch. She pulled back and began gently massaging her mons, increasingly flushed and swollen from her slowly building arousal.

"When you say more, I'll give you more."

Still embedded within, the teen climbed over his mother until they were in standard missionary. He continued to thrust slowly in and out, limiting his depth to what she was comfortable with. He began nuzzling her neck and sucking at it, leaving faint, pink hickeys.

With a thick sugar-stick expertly dicking down her sanctum, the feeling of a large, manly body pressing her into the mattress, and tender kisses, Rebecca slowly became lost in a libertine trance. She sought the youth's lips with her own, and soon they were locked in a passionate French kiss. Mother or not, she had to hand it to her boy; he knew what he was doing.

Indeed, Roman continued to press his mother's depths, feeling her slowly relax and encompass more and more of him. Before long, he felt her deep spot open and her caution slowly dissolve into need.

"Deeper..." Rebecca whined as she felt something deep within her awaken. It was hungry and it needed to be filled.

Obliging, the lad pushed her legs back onto her and got onto his knees. In this modified missionary, the lad continued to gently push more and more of his billy-club into the overstretched gash.

Rebecca didn't realize it was possible to be worked so deeply. The sensation was overwhelming; it was almost too much to bear. With knitted brow and gritted teeth, she watched with wide eyes as the teen's enormous probe slowly continued to somehow disappear into a pussy that felt like it was already about to burst. Eventually, the progress of the pale shaft would stop just as the thick cap of the battering ram began to push at her resistance, making her gasp and cry out. After he was satisfied with the progress, the teen would, just as slowly, withdraw, the freshly lubricated inch of shaft freeing itself from the squeezing, prolapsing cavern.

Neither partner knew how much time had passed, but eventually, Roman's balls gently pressed against his mother's butthole. Rebecca's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Both were drenched in sweat and flushed pink from the arousal, their ample juices making their union slick. He rolled his hip, causing his glans to massage his mother's anterior fornix, the sensation making him groan. The intense sensations were just too much, and the hardest orgasm of her life struck Rebecca without warning.

"DEEEEP!!! Uhhh... fuckkkk... ROMAN... oh! Ohh god... ohhh.... ohhhhh...oohhhh my fucking god yes! Fuck fuck FUCCKKK!!!!! I'M COMINGG!!!!"

The teen smiled through gritted teeth and blinked away the sweat in his brow as his mother's whole body announced her chart-topping orgasm. He steadily continued deep-grinding the pussy that wrapped around him tightly in intense spasms, his sweaty forehead touching hers as she groaned and grunted breathlessly. Eventually, the spasms pushed him out and his partner retracted to the fetal position, shaking. Her newly stretched out vagina oozed the frothy result of their copulation and her orgasm onto the bed.

"Ohhhh... goddddd...." Rebecca whimpered as her pelvis shook from the overwhelming paroxysms. His knees making deep dents where her husband usually slept, her son gently rubbed the head of his cock against her opening as it oozed her cum, patiently waiting for her assent to resume his labor of love. Instead, her cellphone blared the personalized ringtone for her husband.

"Ah fuck.. it's dad..." the teen groused as his mother pushed him away and sat up, wrapping herself in the sheet, as if suddenly naked.

Rebecca took a deep breath in through her nose and tried to calm herself as she let it out through her mouth. She tried not to think about what Dwight would say if he were a fly on the wall right now.

"Ahem... um... oh hi honey..."

"Hey babe. I'm gonna head over now."

"No!" Rebecca yelled, almost instinctively. She tempered her tone, "Wait, so early?"

Dwight responded warily, "Yeahh... I just want to make sure you're okay. Why what's up?"

"Nono nothing... I'm fine baby, don't leave your friends."

"It's okay, I'm already in the car with the key in the ignition. See you home for lunch!"

"Oh! Um... yeah... okay, see you then."

Roman watched his mother end the call and put the phone back on the desk, "Aw... he's coming back early, huh?"

"Yes, he just left the place, so it'll be about 90 minutes."

"Excellent... plenty of time to finish..." the lad grabbed the sheet from her shoulders and threw it aside, revealing her sex-flushed body. He gently put her on her back and placed his weeping glans against the stretched-open vagina. This time, when he pushed, he slid in with minimal force.

Rebecca felt like her consciousness had lapsed over the last 30 seconds. Whatever resistance and panic she had was crumbling in her hunger to be fucked again.

"Wait, no... ohhhh... babyyy... your father."

"I'm not giving up my shot today to fulfill my promise to you - I'm going to fill you up, mom," the teen said reassuringly. While the roiling in his balls confirmed this was most certainly true, he left out the part where he also wouldn't let anyone steal away even one extra minute of getting to fuck the matriarch and make her come repeatedly, harder than she ever had, in her wedding bed. He fucked her with slow, short, smooth strokes, helping her build her arousal before he plumbed her depths for her climax. The steady pace of their obscene union made a squelching sound that punctuated the quiet room.

"Ohhh... fucckkkkk..." Rebecca whined, as her hands transitioned from pushing on his abs to massaging them encouragingly. Within a minute, her eyes were again rolled into the back of her head once more as she felt the teen's balls slap against her ass.

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MONDAY:

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"Godd... it felt like... the deepest massage. Like... a knot in me relaxing that I didn't know was there..." Rebecca said dreamily, lying back on the creaky twin bed as she sighed into the phone.

"Yep... pretty good description. No wonder your voice is hoarse, sweetie."

"It is, isn't it? It was like... he cast a spell. Even with Dwight on his way, I let him... finish inside me. I... finished a few more times too..."

"Atta boy, Roman. Definitely been there. Let me guess... spontaneous laundry day afterwards?"

"Haha... yep. Had to... the sheets were... drenched."

"Teenage sons and their middle-aged moms will do that. Did Dwight comment on the smell?"

"No, but thank god for Febreeze - at first, the bedroom stank like Roman's room after having his girlfriends over. Not that Dwight's smell's that acute. All he asked about was the tray with cold French toast on it."

"Haha - idiot. Well, I for one am so happy for you Becca. I told you Dwight's no good. And that Roman's... delicious."

"I donno, Krissie... I'm way in over my head here..." she muttered, staring at the discoloration of the wall behind the headboard from the repeated trauma.

"Yeah, it's pretty intense. Wait until you're used to it enough to let him really go at it."

The thought made Rebecca's heart race and she tried to put it out of her mind. "Uhhh... well, it's just... I... isn't it wrong?"

"Isn't it wrong to lie about how you really feel?"

"Yeah, but what about our oaths?"

"Well... part of that deal is keeping us satisfied. Sounds like Dwight got lazy like Doug did by the end. Are we wrong to seek fulfillment? Worse, he's cheating on you!"

The front door slammed shut. She heard her son's voice: "I'm home!"

"Oh shit, I think he's home again."

"Oh boy... from what you've described of your current outfit, bet you five bucks he'll be bulging in those shorts of his when he sees you."

"Kristen! This was your suggestion!"

"What?! I agree with Roman. You've already done the deed and made the pact for him to get you pregnant, right? You might as well just get to work and enjoy it, honey."

"This is nuts... no son should hear his mother... scream like I did yesterday..."

"Unf... any son who can make his mother scream deserves to. Fuck I'm turned on - now I've gotta go find Garrett too. Let's not waste anymore time prattling on and go get that good dick."

"Oh my god! You're absurd! This stays between us right?"

'Well of course. What's our unofficial town motto?"

"I'll keep your secret, if you keep mine."

"Bingo. Bye hon."

Rebecca walked out of the teenager's bedroom to the top of the stairs. She yelled, "I'm up here. Come to your room!" She returned to the room and sat down on the bed, awkwardly trying to position herself sexily while trying not to nervously fidget with the silk fabric. Within moments, she heard someone bounding up the stairs.

"There you are... damn...."

Rebecca blushed as her son gawked at her, wondering if she really could collect those five bucks from Kristen. Her pink negligee, a neglected anniversary gift that was basically transparent, and the omission of any underwear had produced the expected bulge, throbbing obviously even through boxers and denim jeans. As she stood up, the lad could see everything through the garment, from the large pink areolae hanging off her sagging breasts, to pale stomach folds around her belly button, to the light fuzz overlying her swollen mound.

"Hi sweetie... I feel so silly... this was Mrs. Bunker's idea."

"Silly?! God damn mom, you are so fucking hot..." the teen opined as he walked up to her.

"Thank you sweetie..." she giggled, very pleased at his reaction. Kristen knew her well. She wrapped her arms around him, looked up into his face, and slowly touched her lips to his.

With the weekend's practice behind them, the couple slowly transitioned into a passionate French kiss and heavy petting. With only brief pauses in their tongue-lock, Rebecca had the teen's jeans and boxers pooling around his ankles and his shirt hanging off the chair within a minute.

"Mmm... fuckkk... mmm... baby... your body..." Rebecca moaned in between kisses as her hands ran over his rippling lats and abdomen.

"Ughh... mommmm... I want in you..." the teen rasped, his glans wetting the thin fabric of the negligee as it prodded her belly button, searing the flab of her middle-aged stomach.

"Patience!" She giggled and pushed the teen back onto the bed.

"Ugh, I can't wait! I want to fuck you as long as I can, mom." the teen griped as he sat at the edge of the bed, resting back on the palms of his hands and jutting forward his pelvis. His thick, long shaft bobbed invitingly.

Rebecca laughed, "While I love it sweetheart, your... endowment is pretty intense sweetheart. I don't know how much I can take."

"It'll get easier with time."

"Yeah maybe..." Rebecca muttered. She couldn't help but lick her lips as she gazed at the specimen that her changed her life recently.

"Wanna taste?"

"Like... a blowjob?"

"Yeah?"

"I donno... it isn't technically part of baby making," Rebecca countered half-heartedly, even as she fell to her knees.

"Well, technically, neither were your orgasms," the teen said, grinning.

"Shut up..." Rebecca pouted at him, her small left hand grasping the middle of the cock, with over an inch between her thumb and fingers. She pulled down gently, making the fat glans stand up proudly, drooling clear lubricant down the shaft.

"Mmm... feels good..." the boy moaned at the coolness of her hands and the metal of her wedding ring. "Like I said earlier, nothing wrong with making some... mmm... amazing memories."

Rebecca instinctively began stroking the shaft with her left hand, always happy to please her little boy, "You're giving me too much credit... I'm actually pretty inexperienced."

"You and dad don't...?"

"No... he doesn't like it - comes too fast."

"Well, you know I won't."

"Cocky as always..." she teased, although she couldn't refute him. Sunday's events had given her personal a taste of the teen's preternatural stamina. The housewife placed her right hand gently on the lad's glans and pulled downwards, coating the shaft with the boy's ample lubrication, until it met her left. She observed the amount of cock that lay outside her hands and wondered how it had all fit inside her the day before.

"Ohh momm..." the teen groaned as he watched his mother stroke his cock, her pert eyes belying both her unfamiliarity and her excitement. Her bimanual handjob reminded the boy of the time he had watched her churn butter when she chaperoned one of his field trips to the prairie reenactment, down to the way she twisted her fists on the pole. Just like that time, he was hypnotized by the undulating movements of her breasts, although his younger self could have never imagined her in a pink negligee pleasuring him in his own bedroom after school.