A Coincidence of Wants Ch. 04

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Mother and son enjoy the gift of new life.

“Yes, oh God, just like that. That feels so much better.” His hands were covered in frictionless lube, smearing it all over the giant, round dome of tummy sticking up from the bed. Only one more month to go. He thought back to the early days.

“Mom! I’m home!” he shouted as he walked through the garage door.

“Come on up, sweetie!” she called out.

He set his lunch bag and backpack down and walked upstairs.

As he entered her room, she walked over to him and kissed him. She was wearing a negligee and heels, like she did almost every afternoon he came back from work. “Baby-bear? I want to suck your cock right now. Can I do that?” she asked sweetly. His cock, already hard from anticipation on the drive hom, got a little bit harder.

“Sure, Mom, but let me just take a second to get cleaned up. I’m kinda’ sweaty.”

“Ok, if you need do, but make it quick. I’m hungry for my baby.” She licked her lips.

He went in the bathroom and used a washcloth to get himself presentable.

He walked back out completely naked.

“Oooh, that’s what I like. My baby boy all bare for me. And look at the present you brought me!” Whenever she talked like this, it made it difficult not to come too quickly.

“Damn, Mom. Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“Well, all your MILF magazines have educated me quite a bit. The rest I’ve improvised. I guess I have a talent for it.” She got down on her knees and fisted him. “Just like my talent for sucking all that hot juice from those big balls of yours. Damn, boy, I made such a nice cock for myself. I should pat myself on the back.” She leaned forwards and pulled the hard piece of him down to smack herself behind her right shoulder.

He laughed. “Wow, Mom, you really are crazy sometimes. So, what’s the occasion?”

“Do I…” Suck. Pop. “Need a.” Suck. Pop. “Special occasion?” She hollowed her cheeks, pressing the slick, hot inside of her mouth against me.

“Oh, God, no, I just wondered…damn, that feels good…what this was about. Usually we chat and have dinner first.”

“Well, I guess there is something, but that will have to wait until a bit later. Right now I need to focus on you.” She pulled away and looked up at him. Her blue eyes made his heart race. “I’m going to slide my wet tongue all over this flesh, the flesh I made. All over the veins, this ultra-soft mushroom head, and down to those big fat hanging nuts. I’m going to take them in my mouth and suck on them like a baby on a rattle. Your beautiful fuck-stick is going get covered in my spit. Wanna’ watch?” She arched an eyebrow and grinned, fisting him up and down.

“Yes, I definitely want to watch,” he said. “Then you know what I want to do.”

She shivered. “Oh, baby, no…don’t start with that right now, I really want to suck you off, and I can’t do that when you talk about…that. It makes me want to fuck you too much.” She shivered again. “Damn it! No! I am going to suck your cock!” she almost shouted. Then she slid her lips onto his throbbing organ and tried to mash her face into his crotch.

His dick slid into her throat. He could feel her repressing her gag reflex. When she had first started doing that, it repulsed him, but still made him hard and want to come. They talked about it, and she convinced him that she wasn’t doing it because she thought she had to, she was doing it because she knew it felt good for him, and that he’d enjoy it. She suggested that they try it a couple more times and see if he was still turned off (yet turned on…a mystery) and then she’d stop. As it turned out, the talk took away the repulsion and allowed him to simply bask in the feeling of her throat surrounding his cock, massaging the head, and coaxing load after load out of him.

“Oh, Mom…yes, oh, all the way in,” he murmured. She reached up with her hands and placed his hands on her head. She pushed his fingers into her hair, making sure they were close to the scalp.

He dug istanbul escort in deeply, getting secure handfuls of hair. He knew that if he got down to the roots, even if he pulled her head roughly, it wouldn’t hurt. The pressure would be spread out, and he could guide her head with some force. She enjoyed being used that way. He still felt a little guilty about it — but not enough to stop doing it.

He began moving his hips, fucking her mouth. She moaned around him, causing vibrations up and down the length. He was so horny, he didn’t think he would last long, and he was right. Within five minutes, he was getting close.

“Mom…it’s coming soon. Do you want me to…?” he asked.

Without removing him from her mouth, she nodded her head, making his dick move up and down. “Mmmm-hmmm.”

He closed his eyes. She slapped his stomach lightly. He looked down, and she was looking into his eyes. He knew what that meant. He maintained eye contact with her. The come in his balls started to churn. His toes wanted to curl up. His hands gripped her hair even harder. “Oh…oh….Mom!” My Mom, my mother, sucking me off! “Oh, oh shit, here it comes—”

She pulled back, closed her eyes, aimed his cock at her face. Come flew out of the slit, hit her nose, left cheek, chin, and nose again. She laughed, stuck her tongue out and swiped it all over the head as he kept coming. “Oooh, yeah, come all over my pretty face, mark this territory!” She laughed again.

“Jesus, Mom, you are such a fucking porn star!” he yelled. A few more dribbles oozed out of him. She used a hand to wipe his come off of her face while she sucked him back into her mouth, cleaning him off. She moaned as the last traces of come came out of him.

“Oh baby, I love sucking your cock so much,” she said, standing back up. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingertips, then sucked them clean. “Wow, honey, you’re still hard! I think I know exactly what to do with that.”

“Yes, I think I do too. We need to perform a certain task.” He looked at her with a smile.

“Oooh, baby-boy, what’s that? What are you going to do to me?” She put her arms behind her, pushing her tits out at him, and rocked up onto her toes.

“I’m going to lay you down on the bed, and then I’m going to get on top of you in missionary position. Do you know why?” he asked.

“No, ” she lied. “Why?”

“Because that way, when I come, all of that really potent sperm will go as deep as it can into you, and that will help it find your egg, so we can make a baby. Our baby. In your hot little womb. So we can start our family.”

“Oh my God, I love it when you say that. Do you have any idea how wet that makes me?” she asked. “Feel.”

He slid a finger into her folds. She was right, she was soaking wet. “Yeah, Mom, that’s good. That’s exactly what you need to be, so I can get in as fast as possible. Now, get on the bed.”

“Yes, sir!”

She pulled the comforter back, along with the blanket and the top sheet. Pushing the roll of fabric all the way down to the bottom of the bed, she prepared everything for the action she knew was to come. She laid down on her back, and pulled her knees back to her shoulders using her hands. Her pussy and asshole opened up to him, entirely exposed, denuded of all hair.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked him with a smirk.

“Oh yes, I like it very much.” He got onto the bed on his knees, moving forwards slowly, holding his cock in his right hand and lightly stroking it up and down. “I like it enough to eat it, but that will have to wait until later. I need to be inside you, making our baby.” His own words made his heart beat very heavily.

“Oh, God, yes, do it. Do it! Make me pregnant, give me all that come and knock my hot ass up! Please!!” she moaned. She reached down and rubbed her clit.

He got between her legs and leaned down. Her arms went around him. “Oh, baby-boy, I missed you all day today. I avcılar escort couldn’t wait for you to get home, so we could do this.” She looked up at him, love making her face soft.

“Me too, Mom. Me too.” He lined up with her entrance. He knew her so well that he could slide directly into her without any assistance. They were made for each other.

“Ooooh…” A long drawn-out groan came from the beautiful woman below him. “Ooooh, ooooh, God, yes, back where you came from, you bad, bad boy.” She smiled and started rubbing her clit again. “Oh, yes, that feels so amazing, honey-bear. Please don’t ever stop doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t think I could even if you wanted me to,” he replied. “I’m stuck on you, forever.” He moved slowly in and out of her depths. Her walls hugged him. Every time he looked down to see his thick organ bluntly pushing its way into her wet folds, his balls bucked and churned.

He tried to decide which breast to kiss and suck on first.

“The right one, baby, do the right one,” she demanded.

“Absolutely.” He used his hand to push her tit upwards to expose the sensitive skin on the underside. He licked and kissed her there, carefully avoiding the nipple. It got harder as he moved closer in tightening circles, kissing, kissing, and nipping a little every once in a while to keep things interesting. She was dying.

“Oh, baby-bear, suck on it! Please! Put that fucking nipple in your fucking mouth!” She arched her back as he continued to thrust into her, trying to feed her nipple to him. Her fingers continued to rub her clit in little circular motions, alternated by long strokes with all four fingers pushed tightly against the hood and lips.

“You mean like I used to?” he asked.

“Yes, just like that, when I used to feed my beautiful baby boy. Pretend I’m still keeping you alive with my tits, baby.” She reached up and brushed his hair with her hand. Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if he could hear it. They had been trying to get pregnant for almost two months. She didn’t care if it took two more years, as long as the continued to do this. Every time they were together, it was so special.

She never experienced anything like this before. She wondered how many other mothers ever got to go through something like this. Not many, I’ll bet.

She watched his face get tight as his balls filled up with what she needed. She wondered if today was the day. Her temperature reading that morning was indicative of fertility. She wanted his swimmers to fuck her egg so much. She didn’t care if they made triplets, as long as a piece of him grew inside her.

“Oh, Mom…it’s…I’m close…do you want me to come?” he asked, his eyes half-closed, breath coming quickly, chest rising and falling, hands gripping the sheets tightly, ass-cheeks flexing, hips pushing, pushing.

She reached up with both hands and stilled his body by taking his face in her palms. “Shhhh, shhhh, slow down, honey. Nice and slow. Go as slow as you can, make it last as long as you can.” His body slowed and his cock slid thickly in and out of her slick pussy. Her walls tightened on him as she clenched her pelvic floor.

“Ooooh, God, Mom, when you do that…”

“What, baby-bear? What happens when I do…this?” Clench. She smiled up at him. He couldn’t get over that look. It was the look of infinite love, of infinite giving and gratitude.

“It makes my balls so full, they hurt!” he laughed.

“Well, then, baby-love, I think you know what you need to do, don’t you?” She pulled his face down and kissed him, then moved her mouth to his ear. She whispered, “You need to plant a baby deep inside me, so deep inside, we won’t even see it for months. But eventually, do you know what’s going to happen, honey?”

She felt him start coming, but he was going so slowly, it was going to last.

“Ooooh, God, aahhhh, that feels so good…oh, oh, ow, it hurts, don’t stop… What’s going to happen?”

“My belly is şirinevler escort going to start getting bigger. My skin will glow. My tits — these big fucking tits you’re sucking on — are going to get really big. Big with milk. Milk for my children.” She smiled at him in a very mischievous way. “Both of them.”

His hot come was filling her up. She felt it escape out the sides of her pussy, squirting out when he pushed his fat baby-making pole into her. The hot drips ran down onto her tight, hot little asshole, making her shiver. She knew he’d want to clean her up there later. He loved the taste of his own come mixed with her juices and smeared all over her clean, tight back door.

“Mom…oh my God, Mom, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. More than you can possibly know.”

Thirteen months later, they were on the bed and he was putting lube all over her belly to keep her track marks down and give them a fantastic sexual experience.

“How do I look, baby? Am I nice and shiny for you? Do you like that big fucking belly so full of what you put inside me?” Her words lit him on fire.

“Yes. You know I do.” His hands roamed all over her hot flesh. She closed her eyes, entirely high on the oxytocin flooding her bloodstream.

“Oh, baby, you get me so high,” she groaned. Her hands grabbed her tits, kneading the skin, lightly pinching the nipples. She felt each gesture in her pussy as it tightened on his rock-hard shaft.

“Mom, are you sure…oooh, damn, your pussy is so amazing…are you sure you don’t want to know the gender?” He held onto her belly and used her body to pull his cock into her.

“Unh…unh…yeah, I’m sure. Why, do you? Have you changed your mind?” she asked. Her fingers played over her nipples, keeping them hard and sensitive.

“Well, no, I just think that we’ll be able to plan the nursery better if we know if it’s a boy or a girl.” His hips moved automatically as they talked. Having sex while they had long conversations was one of his favorite things about making love. Sometimes they talked for hours while bringing her to orgasm over and over.

“Lift up a bit, honey-bear.” She slipped a pillow under her ass. “There, that’s better. Are you comfy?”

The angle was much better for him now. “Yeah, Mom, thanks, that’s a lot easier on my knees. How’s your tummy?”

“We need more lube.”

“Ha, you always say that!” he laughed. She giggled. He grabbed the bottle and aimed a spray of the silicone-based love-juice all over her, then dropped a string on her clit and his cock as they fucked.

“Ohhh, I love it when you do that, it makes it soooo slippery,” she moaned. “Can you fuck me a little harder?”

He put the lube down, reached behind her knees, pushed her legs up towards her armpits, and used his strong, young gluteus muscles to bottom out in her hot, tight pocket. The tip of his cock kept kissing her cervix.

“Oh, oh FUCK, baby, yes, just like that, I’m gonna’ come…” Her eyes closed again, she arched her back as much as she could and let the orgasm wash over her. Watching her come, he felt his own orgasm approaching.

“Mom, I’m getting pretty close, what do you want to do?” He kept pounding her roughly, and watched another orgasm move through her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck, you make me come so much, you are SO FUCKING GOOD to your momma, you bad little boy!” She was gasping for breath. “Do you want to come in your mom’s pussy? So fucking dirty — such a dirty little boy I have, such a beautiful little motherfucker. Show me how much you love me, honey-bear. Show me how much you love your mommy.” She knew he wouldn’t last long hearing words like hers.

“Oooh, fuck, Mom, you’re so nasty, so gorgeous…yes, YES, oh fuck, take my come, take it! Oh God!” He moaned again and again as his body pulsed and the hot potent seed shot out of his deep red fuck-rod.

She looked at his face contentedly. She knew he’d be ready to go again in less than ten minutes — five if she sucked him off while whispering more nasty things to him. The level of control she possessed over him sometimes frightened her, but she also knew that no one else would ever love her like he did, and he owned her heart as much as she owned his cock. They belonged to each other, heart, soul and sex, and nothing was going to ever change that.

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