We both worked, and had a normal relationship. We just happened to be mother and son. We really hadn’t told anyone about our relationship, we kept it under wraps from friends and family. Although, little did I know, that it would become a lot more difficult to hide our relationship one night. She was relaxing on our bed, just watching TV. I came into the room, after I got out of work, at about 6:00.
“Damn, I thought work would never end,” I said, as I yawned.
She just smiled at me, and I wasn’t sure what that was about.
“What are you smiling at?” I pondered.
“You, is it not OK, to stare at my long time boyfriend?” she wondered.
“No, I didn’t say that. Stare away,” I put on the record, as I got in the bed with her.
We cuddled, and just watched TV together. There was also something else going on that night, it was the two year anniversary, of the first time we had sex. The night we truly became closer than ever. After watching a half hour of TV, I got up, and went over to my dresser.
“What are you doing?” she wondered.
“Well, this is a special night. So, I got you something special,” I let her know, as I put out a ring for her.
I was gonna propose to my own mother, because over the past two years, I was sure she was the woman I would wanna spend the rest of my life with. Even if she was my mom. I came to her, and showed her the ring.
“Well, two years ago, some dumb idiot broke plans with you. As a result, we ended taking our relationship to some very exciting new levels. I just wanna prove to you, that I won’t ever leave you. I love you, mom,” I explained.
She sparked a few tears, and gladly accepted. I put the ring on her finger, and then a of the sudden, I had a fiancé. She gave me a very big hug and kiss, and then brought me onto the bed with her. She admired the ring, which took me some time to save up for. We made out for a few minutes, and then we looked at each other. She had something else to say.
“What?” I wondered.
“Well, that was a nice surprise. I love the ring, and the gesture. You are a wonderful son. Now, I also have a surprise,” she explained.
I was more than intrigued by that, I had no idea what to expect, truth be told. She took my hand, and put it right onto her stomach.
“I’m pregnant, Robert. You are gonna be a daddy,” she told me.
She was pregnant at fifty years old, and she seemed to be very happy about that still. I was just shocked.
“You aren’t upset, that you are pregnant at fifty years old?” I wondered.
“I’m just glad I get to have a baby with you, Robert. You know how to treat me right, and you love me to no end. Now, I want you to make love to me,” she put on the record.
The whole time, I was feeling her stomach. I didn’t know what to think, about my role anyway. I wasn’t sure I was ready for fatherhood, but either way, the baby was coming.
“Please tell me you are happy, Robert. I may be carrying your baby, but I’m still your mom. You can tell me anything you want, I promise,” she told me.
“I know, mom. We’ll raise him or her together, and I’ll still take care of them, even after you can’t,” I let her know.
“Do you promise?” she wondered.
“Yes, mom,” I told her.
“Then make love to me,” she pleaded.
I kissed her once, and then she slowly undid my shorts. She pushed them down a bit, and my dick was visible. We both looked at each other with our lusty, yet loving eyes. Then she made me laugh.
“You don’t even need to worry about a condom, it’s like you are gonna knock me up,” she said, as she giggled.
We both laughed for a couple seconds, and then I slowly lifted her skirt. As her panties were visible, I laid on the side of her. I slowly put my right hand into her panties, and she turned her head towards me. We kissed each other a few times, as I began rubbing her pussy slowly. It caused her to lose focus on me. She leaned her head back, and began breathing quite heavily.
“Oh, Robert. You got your mom pregnant, and you asked her to marry you. This is turning out to be some night for you. What are you to do next, have sex with your mom?” she wondered.
We both laughed again, and I slowly slid her panties off. They were quite wet, to no surprise. I couldn’t help, but to feel her stomach. I couldn’t believe it actually happened. Well, physically, I guess not. We did have quite a healthy sex life. Anyway, I slowly got onto my stomach, and got right in front of her glistening pussy. Oh, how I lusted for her.
She definitely had the spark, and it had been lighting the fire every single night for those two years. I slowly leaned in, and began eating out my mom, yet again. For our first month or so, I was always nervous. Although, she worked with me, and made me into a woman pleasing machine. I started slow, with just a couple long licks, going up and down. Although, that wasn’t even a warm up.
“Oh, Robert, please don’t tease me anymore. Your mom needs you to fuck her, and she needs it right now,” she muttered.
I couldn’t deny her that wish, she was my mother after all. I grinned, and slowly inserted a few fingers into her pussy. She always seemed to love the feel of my fingers, so it was obvious, that they were her weakness. It was as if I was poking at her g-spot, and she was just mere seconds away from climaxing. I stuck my tongue into her pussy as well, and then she moaned out loud.
“Oh!” She screamed, with a very high pitch voice.
She encouraged me once again, and made me wanna fuck her that much more. She smiled at me, and I got the same gratification once again. Even though, I had been having sex with my mom for two years, it was always very satisfying to me, that I could get her off. I licked her pussy quite mercilessly, and I had her right where I wanted her. I had grown fond of her for another reason, she liked having me in control.
I could call all the shots, and make her purr. She was moaning, and tensing up too. I could push any of her buttons, and I could keep them down, for as long as I wanted. I was moving my tongue around inside her pussy, and made her lean up. She put her hands onto my head, and made my whole face get drenched. She was my own personal cum machine it seemed, and there was no ‘Off’ switch.
“Shit, Robert. You are making your mom cum again!” she screamed.
She always gave me a warning, but it was pointless, really. As if I wanted to get out of the way, I took every single drop of cum I could get from her. I had taken loads from a couple other ladies before, but when came from my mom, it was a hell of a lot kinkier. As I had a cum soaked face, I slowly climbed up towards her. I kissed her once, and felt her up. Of course, my hands had to go a little south. I felt her stomach, and it felt wonderful, that I actually knocked up my own mom. Not many guys could say that, but I was one of them. Then I lifted up her shirt, and she leaned up. She let me take off her shirt, and she slowly took off her bra.
I took a very good look, at her beyond beautiful rack. She had perfect tits, and yet, in the months ahead, they were gonna get even more beautiful. She watched me just eyeball her tits, for a minute. Just to let me see them, and have them imprinted into my brain. I didn’t think I ever truly looked at her naked body before. We had sex hundreds, if not thousands of times, but I never really looked at the whole thing. It actually did seem weird to me, but as I just starred, I seriously found her to be a hell of a lot sexier then.
“If you are gonna throw up, aim for this,” she said, as she held a waste basket.
I laughed, and felt her stomach again. Fatherhood wasn’t something on my mind lately, but as she told me she was pregnant, I found myself really happy about it. I laid down with her, and felt her stomach again. I couldn’t help it, having a baby with my mom, came with an amazing feeling. Then I laid on top of her, with our stomachs together. I put my hands onto her breasts, and we locked our lips together. We made out for a few minutes, and I couldn’t help but notice, a few tears slowly going down her cheeks. I knew they were just tears of happiness, and then I took my lips off hers.
I put my forehead onto hers, and kissed her again. I wanted our love making to be intimate I guess, even though I was still dressed. Although, she wanted to do something about that. She put her hands at the bottom of my shirt, and had me lean up. She leaned up with me, and slowly took off my shirt. She threw it on the floor, and then got onto her stomach. She slowly began undoing my pants, and my cock was dying to come out and play. She grabbed onto it, and began stroking it slowly. She starred at me the whole time, with some very loving eyes.
“You got your mom pregnant, for that, I must say: nice job,” she put on the record.
She took my pants and boxers off completely, and then laid down. I got on top of her, and slowly inserted my hard cock. We had done it so many times, that I actually lost track. Every time we had sex, I just made love to her. I let her know that I loved her, she wasn’t just another lady. She was special, very special.
“How does it feel to fuck your mom, without a condom?” she pondered.
“Great,” I let her know.
She wrapped her arms around me, and held me close. I just had my long cock inside her, and I really enjoyed the feeling. Physically and emotionally, I was at an all time high. I never had to really try to get her off, and she didn’t have to really try either. I eyeballed her, and she did the same. We both felt each others breath, and didn’t move. We were almost completely frozen, together. I guess we were really just lost in each other, as both of us were already lost in the moment. It seemed to be going on forever, but in a good way. Right then, I just shot my load right into her. It just happened in an instant, I didn’t plan on it, I just unloaded it all in a heartbeat.
“You know, I’m already pregnant right?” she pondered, as she chuckled.
We both laughed for a few seconds, and then I kissed her passionately for a full five minutes. I had a good feeling when I first hooked up with her, that I’d probably never end up with anyone else. She seemed really happy to have another baby, even at her age. I knew there would definitely be tough times ahead, but it would all be worth it in the end. After our make out session, I leaned my head down a little bit, and rested my head on her big boobs.
“Just promise me, when we’re up late taking care of our baby, you won’t ever regret getting me pregnant. I don’t want this baby to make us drift, at all,” she explained.
I lifted up my head, and gave her a single kiss.
“Never, my lady,” I let her know.
We just cuddled together for a little while in silence. After that, we talked about baby names, and had to have sex again a few more times. When we had got hitched, as mother and son, she wore her first wedding dress, and I wore my dad’s old tux too. We got married just as she began showing. Of course friends wanted to know who the father was, and she told them. The friends, and family who were OK with it, came to our wedding. Although, it was quite small. Anyway, when our son, John, was born, we did become a lot closer. Even though we were already very close, obviously. I know sooner or later, I’ll be John’s primary provider, but until then, my mom and I, are in it together.
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