Two Weeks

"Augghh... fuckkkk... oh god... mom... ARRGGGHH!!!"

The teen's pale spear rapidly pistoned in and out of the housewife's snatch, squeezing out the ropes of its latest orgasm. As it withdrew, the pink muscles prolapsed slightly, stretched around the shaft's absurd girth. The poor lad groaned and howled through gritted teeth as he fucked through the intense sensations of the orgasm, his mother grinning wickedly at him as she used her now practiced coital muscles to relentlessly massage his tender sausage.

Frothy, thick semen pooled down the housewife's taint, slowly dripping down into her asshole, as the lad's plunger pulled out the excess crop. Unlike a week ago, Rebecca had omitted her post-coital hip elevation to increase the chances of her pregnancy, and now much of the fruit of the boy's toil had dripped onto the towel she had placed under her buttocks. Instead, barring short bathroom breaks and a big lunch to replenish his energy stores, she'd made sure that her young stud had been pounding her insides without rest. Also in another one of many firsts in a long time, she had stopped worrying about getting pregnant; her focus rested entirely on pleasure, and now she was about to be racked by what must have been her twentieth mind-bending orgasm.

"Ughhh... fuckk... you fill me up so much each time... ohhhhh.... myyy babyyyy... don't stop babyyy... oohhhhh GODDD you're gonna make me come again!" she whined, her voice growing more hysterical.

Roman gritted his teeth through the post-orgasm sensitivity on his dong, eager to satisfy his parent once again. He dug his fists and knees deep into the bed as immovable anchors for his large, powerful glutes, and lifted his lower torso before beginning the athletic pace of a hard. With each thrust, his abs clapped against the back of her pale thighs. He growled and grunted.

"Come on! Yeahhh!! Come on that cock! Fuck!! Give it to me!!"

On each side of her her son's enormous shoulders, Rebecca's small feet flexed hard, her toes curled. Her hands desperately grasped his elbows, trying to dissipate the intense sensations within her. By now, her voice was a shrill squeak - the lad had reduced her to one of his schoolgirls.

"Fuckk!!! Eeek!! Ohhhhh!! Yeahhh... oh goddd... make me... come again... OHHH!!! I'M COMINGGGG!!!"

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SATURDAY:

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Rebecca stared at the pregnancy test as she sat on the closed toilet seat. It was the third one she had taken that morning that told her the same thing, but she just couldn't believe it.

Dwight burst through the door, unable to wait any longer. She threw the tests into the trash behind the toilet quickly.

"There you are... so, what's the verdict?"

"Negative."

Dwight couldn't help but sigh with relief. He stepped close to her and placed an arm on her shoulder, "Thank... thank you for doing that for me honey. I'm sorry I asked."

"It's okay. It's my fault."

"No... it's not... it's mine. Like you said, I should be trying harder..." he said empathetically, while trying to peek into the basket. He had heard the answer he had wanted, but it was always good to check - he'd have to return later.

"You mean that?" Rebecca asked, stepping up from the john and looking into her husband's eyes. She placed her hands on his chest, occluding his forward progress.

"Yes... in fact... how about we work on it right now?"

"Now? Roman's in the house."

"So what? Let him hear that his old man's still got it."

Dwight was always happy to make his wife laugh, but he didn't understand why she was cracking up. She did always think he was hilarious.

"You won't regret this. Give me two weeks, and I'll turn those minuses into pluses."

Rebecca sighed deeply and then smiled, "Okay, let's do it."

Roman snuck into the bathroom from his bedroom and looked in the trash. The bag was empty except for three plastic strips. He could see two blue pluses on one of them. As instructed, he collected the bag and replaced it with an identical bag that his mother had handed him earlier that morning. Suddenly, he heard the door close behind him. He turned around to see his mother unfurling her robe to show him her nude form.

"Hiii baby," she beamed as she sashayed up to him, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. Her tits squashed against his T-shirt and her mound pressed against the already growing bulge in his shorts. Without interrupting their embrace, she also turned on the shower.

"Wait... I thought you and dad..."

"Ugh... don't remind me. No, he's waiting in the bedroom. I told him I had to freshen up. So did Mrs. Anderson ask why I asked her to pee on three pregnancy tests and give them to her?"

"Nope. She's one hell of a friend, mom."

"Yup."

"So... positive, huh?

"Yes!!! Thank you sweetheart!" Rebecca beamed at him, kissing his face between each word.

"As promised. So, guess you don't need me anymore huh?"

Rebecca smiled naughtily as she rubbed her plump labia against the throbbing glans that protruded from the lad's waistband, "Now where did you get that idea from? Look... you're already getting me wetter than your father ever could. And, wasn't it you that said that there's no harm in... how'd you put it... making some good memories? Why limit it to two weeks? I'd like to... make memories all year long."

Roman leered back as he dug his fingers into the pale flesh of the ass he had now clapped innumerable times, "I'd like that too. But wait, what will father think?"

"As far as father knows, mother had a negative test today."

"Oh no... negative. Didn't we say something about me owing you a plus sign?."

"Oh dang... guess we'll just have to keep trying," Rebecca chuckled as she dropped onto her knees bathroom mat.

Dwight crept out of the room, tucking away his semi-flaccid penis into his underwear. He heard the shower and walked to the door. He knocked softly.

"Hey hon, where'd you go? Rebecca?"

Roman's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his mother's nose grace his treasure trail. Balls deep, the teen couldn't help but groan as the vibrations massaged the whole of his tender shaft. It made his toes curl into the boxers pooled onto the floor.

"Rebecca?" Dwight said, a little louder this time.

Rebecca backed up off the shaft, now shiny from the mucus of her throat. She giggled softly as she placed a finger on her lips, imploring him to be quiet.

"Oh sorry sweetheart - I just wanted to freshen up a little before we start," she muttered quickly, returning her attentions to now sucking on her son's nutsack before licking the whole underside of his shaft with her tongue.

"Okay... I love you," Dwight muttered. Ten seconds went by and only the shower was to be heard. Perhaps she had not heard him. Louder this time. "Baby? I think it's going to be a good two weeks. I have a good feeling about this."

Rebecca looked up at her son as she laid loving kisses on the base of the shaft that had made her come more times in the last two weeks than she had in her whole marriage. Eyes full of passionate love, she smiled up at her son as she spoke to her husband between two of her smooches.

"Oh me too."