What Michael Knows Ch. 05

"Well?" Michael asked.

It was an interesting change. She definitely wondered what set him off. What did she do wrong? Or was it just a really good guess that her denials were abysmal at hiding? What really made him so sure it was Jacob?

"Sure," she replied with a sigh. "Let me have it."

Michael looked at his mother with a smirk. "I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you if you get naked for me."

Again, boys, Stephanie thought. "No deal," she said, moving to the door. "Good night, young man."

Michael beat her to the bathroom door. "Okay, okay, okay. I bluffed and you called me out."

Stephanie had to laugh. She didn't think his attempt was a bluff, to be honest. She thought he was trying to leverage a story into a free peak at the goods and she wasn't having that. While she had to admit that she got a bit aroused seeing Michael's eyes light up as she revealed to him dirty details of her illicit affair, she wasn't about to jump her younger son's bones.

She had to draw the line somewhere.

Even if, she had to admit, Michael had entered a few recent fantasies in her mind. As she fingered her asshole with a vibe deeply embedded between her vagina lips a few nights ago, the image of her riding Jacob while Michael took her ass prompted a significant orgasm. She had renewed guilt when it was over. Guilt she hadn't felt since the early moments of her affair with Jacob.

"So, here's how I found out. About you and Jacob."

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Last August

"You're pregnant?" Michael said.

Lyssa added, "What the fuck, Mom?"

"I thought Dad got the snip, snip."

That was Michael again. For a second, Stephanie's eyes went to Jacob, who followed with a, "yeah, how's that possible?"

Stephanie wanted to cry. It had been over a month since she realized she was late. Pregnancy tests suggested she was pregnant, but she read about how aging women on the onset of menopause could sometimes get a false positive drug test so maybe she wasn't late, she was just old. But a trip to the doctor confirmed the fact she was pregnant.

She immediately scoured the web, trying to find as much information as she could on men who had a vasectomy, but still got a woman pregnant. It was exceedingly rare, but theoretically possible. On the other hand, Stephanie looked up information on abortion and birth defects as a result of incest. For two weeks, she went over all of her (limited) options and circled back to her first instinct. She'd bring her husband into the mix, tell him that his vasectomy must have reversed, and hope like hell he wasn't immediately convinced she had strayed even if that was the more likely option.

But first, she told everything to Jacob. It gave her a pang of guilt - not only for actually straying, but seeking counsel with the biological parent before the husband she sought to fool into believing her story.

A week later, after she explained the current state of affairs to her husband, Stephanie prepared for the worst. Instead, Nathan took her hand, kissed her, and they made love that night. Afterwards, in his arms, she wiped away a tear as he softly snored.

Now a few days later, it was time to tell the kids. She followed the advice of her mother during her first three pregnancies - only telling Nathan and no one else until at least 3 months into the pregnancy. But this time, she made an exception for her children. Soon, Jacob would be back at college so she wanted to go ahead and get this out on the table.

"So, were you tempted by the fruit of another?" Lyssa asked, laughing at her own joke.

"Enough of that," her husband sternly said.

Turning to smile at him, Stephanie took his hand in hers. "No, I haven't...been gallivanting around town with another man." Technically, it was true. She fucked her son mostly around the house. "And yes, your father did get the ol' snip, snip. However, it's still possible for the tube to get unsnipped on its own and with me no longer on birth control, I guess it just kind of happened."

She looked around the table at her three children. Jacob avoided her eyes while Lyssa looked at her questionably. Michael, on the other hand, had that damn smirk on his face. He always looked like he knew more about a situation than he was letting on.

"Anyway, we wanted to let you guys know about this," she softly added.

It went, surprisingly, well. At least, that's what Stephanie told her husband later that evening. Yet, she could not sleep even as Nathan drifted off. She found herself staring at her bedroom door. She knew that she shouldn't keep chancing her luck, yet she also couldn't help it. Slowly, she moved to her feet, grabbing her robe. She didn't put it on, but had it close in case she needed to throw it on over her nightshirt.

She didn't need to do that if Jacob saw her, though. She stealthily opened-and-closed the bedroom door and moved down the hall toward her oldest son's room. She had made this quiet run several times before. She knew she was playing with fire, yet she continued to do it. She counted this and frappuccinos as her two unhealthy addictions. One was a bit more socially acceptable than the other.

Her move down the hall forced her to walk by Lyssa's room along with Michael's. Carefully, she listened for any sign of life, but heard none other the air conditioner that clicked on during the muggy heat of late summer. She checked the bottom of their closed doors. No lights. No nothing.

She moved into her oldest son's bedroom. He always left the door unlocked just in case she wanted to come in. Turning the lever, she locked it behind her. Putting down the robe, she slipped her nightshirt off and moved to the bed. Jacob hadn't woke up yet and didn't even stir at first as she pulled the sheet up to give her room to slide next to him. He was dressed only in boxers.

"Mmmmm?" He mumbled as he came to.

"Hey baby," she said softly, hugging him from behind. He felt so perfect in her arms. "Sorry to wake you."

"Sss okay," he said before yawning.

"I thought earlier went about as well as can be expected." Jacob moved to lay on his back and his mother put her head on his chest as she continued to talk. "I mean, you could have done a better job pretending to be surprised by the news."

"Sorry," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head.

She smiled, kissing the middle of his chest. "You were never much of an actor, I suppose. That's why you played a cow that moos in your fifth grade play."

"Moo."

Capturing his far nipple with her tongue, she chuckled both at his sad cow noise and the way he shook as he licked at his nipple. Moving her hand to his inner thigh, she glided her hand against the fabric of his boxers. "So, are you okay with my decision? I mean, we talked about it before, but I just want to make sure you understand everything."

She moved on top of Jacob, straddling him while her legs went to each side of her son. She could feel the beginning of a stiffening penis against her pelvis and tried to stay on subject even as her own desires began to shake her own focus.

"You won't ever act toward this child as a father, but as the oldest brother. I understand that will be difficult," Stephanie said softly, looking her son in the eye. "Can you handle that? Because if not, I need to think about another option."

Jacob looked up at her mother for a few moments. He didn't know if he would ever be ready to be a father. That thought didn't even get into the other problems with cuckolding his own father, getting his mother pregnant, and still being in college. But he felt something he could not truly explain at the news that his mother was keeping his child. As if he had been robbed of his rights so that life as normal could continue (or close to it). Yet, as he stared into his mother's eyes, he also couldn't shake the idea that this was best for everyone.

Reaching up, he kissed her softly on her lips. A second kiss soon followed. The kisses grew in intensity as the two shared their passion for one another. Stephanie wanted to melt into him completely, but still needed to deal with the matter at hand. Moving away, she pushed herself up to look down at her first-born once more - her heavy breasts pressed against him.

"I'm going to need to hear you say it," she replied. "This only works if we both are on board with it. And I don't blame you if you aren't. This is-"

"I'm okay with it," he said, interrupting her. "I'm this child's brother. And I'll be the best big brother ever."

Her heart skipped a beat or something pretty close to it. She kissed his head in a motherly way despite their current predicament of only a pair of boxers separating their naked bodies. "I know you will," she said softly.

Stephanie found it strange just how it didn't feel strange at all to flip between mother and lover so seamlessly with Jacob. No sooner had she felt so much pride in her boy for doing the right thing that she found herself kissing her way down his chest, her breasts gliding against his stomach and upper legs. She licked through the treasure trail that led to his cock, pulling down his boxers a little with every inch her mouth conquered.

Jacob smiled as he put his hands behind his head. Sure, he would be dog-tired tomorrow, but knew he'd be able to get a nap in on the drive to go see his father's favorite baseball team, the Braves, play the Nationals in D.C. It was a bit of a drive so they would be starting early for their guy's night out with Michael coming as well. Jacob didn't mind the bonding time with his father, though part of him wanted to cancel and stay home with his mother. But she pushed him to not only spend time with her. It would look too weird, she said.

"A mother knows best," he thought to himself as Stephanie pushed the boxers down enough to uncover his hardening cock. Once sluggish as he woke up, he was now wide awake and waiting for his mother's wet mouth. He didn't have to wait long. She took him in nearly completely as she swallowed inch-after-inch. But he was quite aware that this was just a preview. She long ago conquered the art of deep-throating his immense cock - no longer gagging as it butted against the back of her mouth.

The young man thought of grabbing the back of her head and forcing her to suck him down to his well-kept pubes - something he had found out she rather enjoyed - but tried to remain content to let her handle things. For now, at least. He couldn't take much more of this.

Stephanie was torn. Part of her wanted him to splash rich, yummy cum against the back of her mouth before she swallowed. Another part wanted him to mount her, slamming his hard cock inside of her. As she tried to consider the best option, she rolled his cum-filled sack in her fingers, reveling in how the little hidden orbs felt. All of that juice is mine, she couldn't help but think. But where will it go?

Ducking her head, she alternated between sucking them and licking. All the while, she stroked his cock, moving it down so that she could look up at her lover. At first, his eyes weren't locked with hers, but when he did look down, he saw his slutty mother in all of her glory. Her ass was high in the air as her mouth sucked on one of his balls. The two shared a smile. He wondered if she might even consider letting her tongue travel further down. Some of the stories he still wrote about his mom were reflecting a new interest of his - rimming. But he constantly battled between confident and concern his mother would balk at his desires. So, he dared not to try to hike his butt up or push her head further down. He only went as far as his mom first showed an interest in him going.

But he had to do something because his mother was driving him mad. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her up.

"On all fours in the floor," he growled. She chuckled, but did as he said. He tossed down a couple of pillows to save her hands and knees while keeping her ass primed up for her son. She had to admit it did frustrate her some that he never pushed her to try new things. She had to put his hand on her head and push it down to prompt him to fuck her mouth. She had to move onto all fours the first time for him to get the idea that she loved to be fucked that way. But once she opened the door for him once, he never thought twice about going through again. Yet, she wondered just what else he hadn't yet shared with her that he wanted to do.

Her thoughts were put on hold as he started to push inside of her.

"Fuck, yes," she said in a whisper as she moved her head down to where her arms sat crossed on the pillow. It was a preemptive move. She knew she would need something to block her mouth when her son started to fuck her harder.

Jacob loved the visual of watching every inch of his penis disappear into his Mom and it was especially good from this angle. Grabbing her hip, he pushed the last remaining few inches into her with a rush, earning a low moan. The only thing he hated about their sex life often coming at night time was the lack of great lighting. He wanted to see the pussy juice on his cock as he pulled back. But, as he grabbed her other hip, he couldn't complain too much. This was his dream girl after all. Dreams often come at night and he was grateful for having her.

Pulling back, he slid into her again and again, watching her ass ripple with each strike. She cried out, muffled by her arms, but enjoying every second of her son's plowing into her. He wasn't going at it hard enough, but she knew it was coming soon. Soon, his balls would strike her clit with force as he pounded into her. Even though both were well aware that they should stay quiet and keep things on low power during their night-time hook-ups, they were also both quite cognitive that they would soon throw that to the side. Eventually, the need to orgasm would overtake both. Fuck the noise they would make.

But play with fire too much and you're bound to get burned.

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Present

"I heard you walk passed my room," Michael told her. "I was struggling with sleep that night. I knew you were having an affair, but not with who. And now you were pregnant? I was seriously considering telling Dad at the Nats game. It was a lot to deal with."

She nodded. She remembered the fear that she would be found out. Would whoever found out tell her husband before she could talk to them? What if it was Michael? Lyssa? What if her husband walked in on her with Jacob? The fears were sometimes paralyzing. Logically, there was zero reason to continue down that road with Jacob. So many things could go wrong. She continued, though, because her connection with her son was more than just sex. It had always been more than that.

"In a way, had I fell asleep before you walked passed," he said. "Everything may have gone actually worse. I wouldn't have found out who you were fucking after all."

He was right oddly enough.

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Last August

As he sat in his bed, trying to figure out why his mother had walked passed his room, he wondered what the noises he was hearing. Mumbled talking? Moving around? He knew the two of them were close - closer than he had ever been with his mother. Maybe she was seeking his input on the whole baby thing. Maybe he knew about the affair, too, and had already confronted her. That would be such a Jacob-thing to do, after all. Hide his mother's adultery from their father like the momma's boy that he is. But the more he listened to the noises, the less sure he was that they were just talking. He could have swore he was hearing moans.

On his floor, Jacob was plowing into his mom with increasing force. Stephanie could feel what she had longed to be on the receiving end of - his heavy balls slapping against her cunt and especially her clit. It sent a jolt of lightning through her body each time. She had already orgasmed once around his cock and another was soon to follow. Good Lord, she thought, this boy has gotten so good since December. But she was hyper-aware of the time. They could only enjoy this for so long.

"Give it to me," she said as controlled and quietly as she could. "Cum for Mommy."

Stephanie knew just how much it got him going for her to say naughty things in connection with the word, "Mommy." It did the same thing to her. "Fuck Mommy." "Lick Mommy." "Let Mommy suck you." It was so incredibly perverse that it got her off just as much as it did him. So, she wasn't surprised when he started to fuck her harder. If she had been even remotely aware of her surroundings, she would have said something about the loud popping noises that followed each collision of her flesh against his. But she didn't care one bit. She wanted it more-and-more. Give me all of your cum, she thought to herself. Every fucking drop.

Michael could no longer push away the thought that was festering. It was clear as day at this point. No other action could explain the noises he heard even muffled through the wall. His mother and his brother were...fucking? But that can't be right. They couldn't be...

Yet, they were doing just that. Harder and harder, her son plowed into Stephanie. Sweat began to drip from his hair down his shoulders. And her boy was having the worst little thought.

It started as an image. Then the rationale started - a filmsy one, he'd later concede - but one that didn't go away. His mother couldn't be his girlfriend. Or his wife. Or even the mother of his child because his child couldn't be thought of in that way. His brother or sister was in his mother's womb, not his child. She made that very clear. So, if she couldn't be one of his girlfriend, wife, or the person he shared a child with, what could she be?

His slut.

His mommyslut.

"Are you my mommyslut?" he asked. He knew the answer, but loved to hear her admit to it.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she hissed back.

How do you treat a mommyslut?

He could feel the cum rising - ready to boil over. Since she found out she was pregnant, they stopped bothering with condoms and he went back to cumming inside her during sex. But you don't always cum inside your mommyslut. To truly appreciate your Mommslut, sometimes you have to reward her in other ways. Maybe you cum in her mouth? Or maybe you do what Jacob decided to do.

Waves of pleasure were travelling through the mother as she came down from another orgasm. It took her a few seconds to even notice that her son had pulled out of her pussy and was moving around. She went along with his direction when she was pulled up so that she was sitting up on her knees. She was already looking forward to tasting herself on his cock before he came down her throat. That's when the first jet of cum hit the side of her face. She opened her mouth in protest as the cum kept slicing through the air and hitting her forcefully. It wasn't the first cum shower she had been given by her son, but it wasn't exactly the best moment. Yet, she resigned herself to the fact that she could no longer do anything about it and as he held her head in place, she simply let herself enjoy it. More and more cum erupted from the cockhead and some went right toward her right eye, stinging her and forcing her to close them. Her mouth was still open, but he didn't direct cum there. Merely, he was trying to cover as much as her as he could. She only prayed he was keeping her hair clear of his wrath.

She looked beautiful to him, sitting on her knees with a coat of cum nearly covering her whole pretty face. The juice left streaks as it moved down her body. Her tits were next to be covered by his cream. He wanted to take pictures of her. He had cum a gallon and she pretty much got every drop on her. As he squeezed the last drop out, he pushed his dick forcefully into her mouth. She sucked that drop and anymore she could find from him as he softened into her mouth. His grip on her head loosened and he suddenly felt very tired.