I found it hard to sleep that night knowing that the next morning I would be with my son and keeping this news from him. I really wanted to tell him the good news that I was pregnant with his child but at the same time I thought once he knew there would be no reason for him to keep up our sexual relationship.
I had already deceived him once by not telling him that I never actually used the turkey baster method to try and get pregnant and in fact I had just eaten all his cum he had left in my coffee cups.
I was going to lie to him again and I felt bad about it, but it seemed at the time the less painful of my two choices. I just wasn't ready to give him up as my lover.
I was still in bed when Tom arrived the next morning. I had over slept due to having a bad night tossing and turning.
"Morning mum," Tom called out as he walked in my house, using his own key and locking it again behind him.
The sound of his voice woke me from my restless slumber and I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Oh you're not even up yet mum?" he said, mildly surprised as he walked into my bedroom.
"Oh is it that time already son?" I asked as I glanced over at the clock.
"Yes, come on sleepyhead. Rise and shine mum, you have a date with your son. Remember?" Tom said cheekily as he pulled back the bed covers, exposing my naked body.
I smiled at him and got out of bed, groggily walking towards my bathroom. I was still a bit dazed and didn't even bother to shut the door as I sat on the toilet to pee. I glanced up at the door while I was urinating and noticed that my son was standing in the doorway watching me. He was always watching me these days and he didn't even seem to have any intention of giving me any privacy.
I always stand up to wipe myself after I pee and I know I could have discreetly reached down between my legs and wiped myself but I thought if he likes to watch me, then let him watch. So I stood up and wiped my drips of pee from my pussy, discarded the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed.
Then I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, the things that I normally do before my son arrives for his daily fuck. I couldn't help but think this all could be coming to an end soon, and the thought both saddened and scared me.
I was hoping none of my thoughts were obvious to Tom as I walked over to him and kissed my son passionately. I loved to kiss him, the way he would hold me in his strong arms, firm yet lovingly and kiss me as if I was his first and only love, just made my heart melt. I knew that Jen was his first and that he still loved her as well as me, but the way he kissed me made me feel like his one and only lover.
"Good Morning son," I said when we pulled back from our embrace. I smiled at him lovingly, hoping my smile would cover my deceit.
I then began to undress him like I had every other day since we had been having sex. Tom really seemed to enjoy me taking his clothes off for him rather than do it himself, so it had become part of our regular sexual routine. The way he got excited by me 'mothering' him got me to wondering if he might enjoy a little bit of parental discipline and knowing that our time was limited now that I was pregnant made me think that perhaps I should try a few more things with my son before all of this wonderful sex came to an end.
"You're a naughty boy peeking at your mummy while I was in the bathroom, aren't you son?" I asked in a wickedly seductive tone as I discarded the last of his clothing onto the floor.
"Yes mummy," replied Tom, blushing a little.
"Naughty boys need the occasional spanking to keep them in line," I responded as I reached around behind him and gave his bare butt a playful smack.
"Oh yes mummy. You are right as always mummy," answered Tom and then he surprised me by bending over and resting his hands on my bed with his bare ass sticking up in the air. He even wriggled it a little, almost begging for it to be smacked.
This was even better than the response I was expecting from him. I grinned in delight as I rubbed my hands on his cute bare ass. He has such a nice ass, it looked very spank-able indeed. My dominant streak suddenly getting the urge to smack his cheeks hard until they glowed a bright pink. But my sense came back just in time to remind me that I wanted to turn him on, not freak him out.
So I smacked his right butt cheek with my right hand. Firmly but not really hard. It made a great 'smack!' sound and made Tom jump a little. But it also made him gasp and it was most definitely a gasp of pleasure and not shock. So I slapped his left cheek too, resulting in another small gasp following by a slight moan. My boy seemed to be enjoying this.
"Naughty boy!" I scolded as I smacked his right and left cheeks again a little harder this time. It made my hand sting a little so I know it must have done the same to my son's ass cheeks.
I could feel the beginning of a warm glow on his cheeks and I had to fight my urge to dominate him more as this was really exciting me. My pussy was already very wet and wanting my son's hard cock immersed in me. It seemed by the pleasurable moans coming from my son's mouth that perhaps he would also enjoy some Dom/sub play but now was not the time but it was food for thought. Ideas to be filed away for later, for now a few firm smacks would suffice.
I stopped smacking him and turned him around to check to see if the spanking had aroused him.
Not only was my son hard as a rock but his beautiful cock was seeping so much precum that I really didn't need to ask if he liked that or not. Tom also looked a little flushed; he was definitely very excited from being spanked by his mother. I have him a wicked grin.
"Oh poor baby. Mummy didn't mean to smack you so hard. Turn around again son, let mummy kiss it better for you," I said lustfully.
Tom turned back to his position of leaning on the bed. I bent down and kissed both cheeks where it looked all pink from my hand slapping him. Then I licked where it looked tender and continued to lick and kiss his cheeks, my lips and tongue going from one cheek to the other. Then I grabbed hold of those pink cheeks and pried them open with both my hands, exposing my son's puckered hole and I licked from the top of his crack down over his hole to his ball sack and back up again.
This resulted in a low groan of pleasure, which inspired me to continue. I licked up and down his crack from the top of his crack to the back of his balls a few times, causing my son to begin to pant. I then licked all around his hole giving my boy his first rim job. Tom loved it, he was moaning in pleasure and panting with desire and then he began to push back against me slightly. I took that as a 'yes please' and pushed the tip of my tongue right inside his tight little hole and darted it in and out.
I enjoyed tongue-fucking my son, mostly as I could tell by his reactions and sounds of pleasure he was making that he loved this so much.
"Oh God! Oh fuck that's so good mum. Oh yesss!" he moaned, "Oh fuck! Mum, you had better stop or you are gonna make me cum."
Not wanting to waste my sons cum by letting him cum onto my bed, I stopped tongue-fucking his hole and quickly moved from behind him to kneel in front of him. I grabbed his hard twitching cock and engulfed it into my warm mouth and sucked up all his delicious precum. There was so much of it, no mistaking that Tom loved the anal stimulation I had just given him. I knew he would want to cum inside me as he didn't know I was already pregnant but I also knew he was so close to cumming it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.
I sucked on his cock deep and hard, making cooing sounds of delight as I enjoyed his flavor.
"Mum! Oh fuck! You have to stop mum, I can't hold back much longer," Tom exclaimed.
I looked up at him and I could see the strain on his face, he was using all his will power to prevent from cumming. But I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I loved the taste of his cum and I knew I didn't have to try to get pregnant anymore. I just wanted to fuck my son for the sheer taboo pleasure of it.
My devious mind clicked on my 'wicked' button and I stopped sucking for a moment, looking up at my son, who had sweat on his brow from concentrating so hard not to cum.
"Aww but I don't want to stop son," I said pleadingly, "Mummy is so hungry baby. Please Tommy, feed your mummy your cum."
I had looked him in the eyes when I begged him for his cum while still holding onto his cock. I knew my pleading would excite him too much, so I quickly went back to my oral assault and it only took a few more deep hard sucks when I was rewarded with a mouthful of my son's warm essence as he spurted a load of cum onto my waiting tongue.
"Ohhhh fuck!" Tom groaned as he climaxed.
"Mmmm so nice," I said in pleasure after swallowing my reward for my oral efforts.
Tom sat down on my bed, and then lay down. He looked like he needed to catch his breath. He was still panting a little when I got on top of him and leant down and kissed him.
"That was so intense mum. Damn that was good. But aren't I supposed to be cumming somewhere else?" Tom said with a touch of cheekiness in his voice. "Or have you got your period again mum?"
"No I haven't yet son. I'm sorry baby; I just needed to taste you again. I couldn't help myself," I replied a little guiltily.
Tom smiled at me. I knew he wouldn't really be mad at me. It's kind of hard to be upset with someone who has just made you cum so good.
"That's ok mum. I don't have to be at work until ten this morning mum. I have a meeting at ten o'clock, maybe we could go again," Tom suggested with a grin on his face, "I like it better when you get to cum too mum."
I was way past worrying about being late for work and I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep my secret from my son. Also I still had something I had wanted to do with him, so perhaps today was the day.
"I would love to make love to you again son. Do you want me to suck on you now to get you hard again Tom?" I asked. Then before he could answer, I lent down and whispered in his ear, "Or would you like to lick your mummy today?" I said quietly and seductively in his right ear.
Tom gasped and then grinned at me.
"Oh God yes mum. I've wanted to taste you for so long now. I just didn't know if I should," Tom replied keenly, "You already give me so much mum. I didn't like to ask for more."
I smiled at my son and then leant down and kissed him passionately. He didn't mind anymore if my tongue tasted of his own cum and he didn't seem to care that the tongue he had in his mouth had recently been tongue-fucking his ass. Maybe the idea of it even turned him on because he kissed me like he was wild with passion. Or perhaps he was just excited at the thought of getting to go down on his mother, to lick the pussy that gave birth to him many years ago.
I pulled back from the wild excited kisses reluctantly and then lay beside Tom on my bed with my legs apart. Tom eagerly moved from his position and got between my legs, prying my legs open even wider as he stared at my moist pussy. He had seen it many times of course since we started our incestuous affair but he had never actually examined it closely. But now that he had my permission, my son was giving my pussy a very close inspection.
Tom used his fingers first pulling back my folds to expose my pink flesh, then rubbing my clit lightly with the tip of his index finger. He seemed fascinated by the intricacies of my vagina. I had never felt so much like my body was under scrutiny before. I watched him intently as he took his time to discover his birth place.
"I really came out of here mummy?" he asked rhetorically, putting on an innocent tone knowing it would excite me.
It worked and I moaned and clenched my pussy which Tom saw as his attention was fixated on it.
My son then pushed a finger up inside me, causing me to moan more. I was already very wet with my own pussy juice and so one finger slid in easily. Tom made it two fingers and then three, moving them in and out of me very slowly, coating his fingers in my natural lubricant.
"Mmm so nice and wet inside you mum. I can easily get three fingers in you, but I still don't know how a baby is could fit through here," Tom said as he finger-fucked me slowly.
"Oh it will stretch son, it did for you," I replied in between my moans of pleasure.
"Mmm yes, I guess it does mum. Oh I want to stretch you now mummy," he said with lust as he put yet another finger inside me.
I gasped and began to pant as he stretched me with his intrusive fingers. In and out, over and over he moved his fingers, getting a little faster.
I could feel myself close to cumming, my pussy was soaking wet, and the sloshing sound his fingers made as they fucked me added to my excitement. I was moaning and panting and about to climax.
"Oh fuck mum! This looks so hot to see your pussy stretch to take all my fingers. I think you could take my whole hand now, you are so fucking wet mum!" Tom exclaimed.
His words triggered my orgasm and I gushed my cum all over his hand. The pleasure wave I got from whenever I had sex with my sex was always intense. I moaned and groaned, then held my breath for a moment when it hit me. I loved this sensation, so much more powerful than from masturbation.
"Oh fuck! Oh yess! Oh Tom!" I moaned.
My sons hand was now drenched in my cum and I half expected him to lick his hand or lick my cum from my pussy but it seemed he hadn't had enough of his hand up my cunt yet.
"Oh God mum, you're so fucking wet!" Tom called out and then he closed his hand into a fist and I felt him try to grind it into me.
It hurt and I instinctively tried to resist this big invasion but it also excited me so much, I willed myself to open up and let him stretch me as much as he wanted.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he pulled out his fist and then shoved it back into me several times.
"Take that my slutty mother!" he exclaimed, "Cum on my fucking fist!"
I screamed and my whole body shook as I gushed my cum all over his hand. My pussy contracted and pushed his fist from me. I felt like I was on fire, although the amount of fluid expelled from my body seemed like it was enough to put out a fire. I came so hard that I felt light-headed; my pussy muscles kept contracting as they squirted my juice onto my sons face as he watched attentively.
Then I trembled as the orgasm wave subsided and small sob escaped my lips as my eyes filled with emotional tears.
Tom looked up from between my legs, looking concerned. Then he moved up over me, supporting himself above me on his hands, looking into my watery eyes.
"Are you ok mum? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry mum," he apologized.
"No son you didn't hurt me. I'm fine baby. It was just so good that it overwhelmed me," I said looking up at him through blurry eyes, "I love you Tom."
Tom responded by leaning down and kissing me with love and passion. I put my arms around his neck and kissed back returning the love and passion, still feeling the afterglow of my orgasm.
"I love you too mum," Tom said when he pulled back from our kiss, "I'm sorry if I got a bit carried away, being too rough and my bad language and all. Its just you excite me so much mum, I just can't seem to help myself. You drive me crazy."
"That's ok babe. I loved it and you drive me crazy too son. I've never cum so much as I do with you," I replied.
"Yes its amazing mum. Just look at my hand," he said, holding up his hand to show me. It was covered in my cum, all wet and glistening. "And as for down here," Tom continued as he moved back down between my legs, "It's totally soaking wet! Your bed is drenched mum."
I giggled at what he said. "Oh well I'm not worried son. It will clean up fine."
"I think I might just give you a hand with cleaning up mum," Tom said cheekily, and then he licked my juicy pussy, causing me to moan.
"Mmm tasty," he said and then he began to lick my pussy all over, slurping up as much of my juices as he could get.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned pleasurably, my pussy a little sore and sensitive from the fisting, but his tongue felt fantastic as it brushed over my clit and darted into my wet slit.
Then Tom reached his hand up towards me. It was still wet and sticky with my cum, I took his hand and sucked on his fingers. I licked and slurped up the remnants of my last climax as Tom was licking and slurping on my pussy preparing me for my next one.
It didn't take long as my pussy was super sensitive and still recovering from my last orgasm. I came hard and squirted more cum into my horny son's mouth. I moaned and panted as I climaxed. I felt Tom's mouth clamp down on my cunt and he held his mouth there as my orgasm wave pulsed through me.
"Oh God yesss!" I moaned.
My son was making slurping noises and sounds of pleasure as he licked and sucked up more of my juices. Then he flicked my clit with his tongue playfully before issuing lots of little kisses all over my pussy, on my clit, my pussy lips, he even pried me open again to land a kiss on the inside of me and then just for good measure while he held me open and exposed, he licked and then kissed my rosebud as well.
"Mmm mum you taste so fucking delicious," Tom said with lust as he rose up again to hover above me, supporting himself on his arms once more.
"Oh thank you son," I said with a smile, "Yeah your fingers didn't taste too bad either."
Tom grinned at me. He looked so sexy looking down at me, his face all wet with my juices.
"You taste so good mum that you got me all hard again and I'm just going to have to fuck you now mummy," Tom spoke with such confidence fueled by lust. I loved it when he talked to me like that.
"Oh yes please son. I need your cum in me again Tom. Fuck mummy hard and fast or you will be late for your meeting," I pleaded.
He didn't have to be asked twice. Tom just shoved his hard cock into my tender pussy with one big thrust.
I gasped as it hurt my still sensitive cunt, and then he began to move in and out of me. My son didn't do what he usually does, starting out slowly then building up momentum and increasing speed and force. Tom just went wild, pounding hard and fast like a madman. Thrust after thrust, hard and deep as he plunged his cock into me. I almost forgot to breathe. I held my breath in a stunned silence as he attacked my cunt with his hard rod mercilessly. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to cum as I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this assault. My pussy was stinging, burning with each thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck yessss!" Tom screamed as he came, filling up my sore and well used cunt with his seed.
He collapsed on top of me; panting and I held him close and felt his body shudder as his orgasm took him.
I kissed his forehead as I held him while he recovered from his climax.
"Oh wow mum!" exclaimed Tom once he got his breath back, "It just keeps getting better mum. You are amazing."
"Thank you son. You are amazing too babe. You're the best lover I ever had Tom," I replied honestly and with love.
We kissed and then Tom got off me and out of my bed to go shower. He told me to stay there for awhile as I had told him before that it's best for me to stay still for awhile after sex to give his sperm a chance to swim to their target.
As I lay there listening to the shower and Tom singing in the shower, I realized that Tom was so happy. Perhaps even as happy as I was with our relationship. I decided that even though I didn't want to risk losing the best lover I ever had, I also loved Tom so much that I didn't want to keep my news from him anymore. I made up my mind that I would tell him tomorrow that I was pregnant.
We had done all the things I had fantasized about now and although I wanted to keep doing them again and again, it was time I took the risk and told my son the truth. I desperately hoped that Tom would still want to carry on our sexual relationship, but I couldn't be sure he felt the same way as I did about us.
After his shower, Tom came and kissed me goodbye and told me he loved me again before he left for work. I got up and showered myself as soon as he was gone. There was no need to lie there with his cum inside me when I was already pregnant.
I decided to buy another home pregnancy test on the way home from work so that I could take the test again tomorrow while Tom was there with me.
I was starting to feel excited about being pregnant with my son's baby. I didn't want the sex to end but as long as I was making my son happy, I would be happy. That's all that mattered.
I went to bed early that night, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. I could hardly wait to see Tom again in the morning.
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I woke up the next day feeling good. I had slept well and I felt excited about telling Tom the good news and also relieved that I didn't feel the need to keep deceiving him anymore. Of course I was hopeful he still might want to have sex with me sometimes but even if he didn't I would always have these great memories of the last couple of months of such pleasure.
I got up and brushed my teeth before he arrived so I would taste good to kiss, but I didn't pee like I usually do first thing. I needed to save that for the home pregnancy test I had brought on the way home from work.
Tom arrived and I heard his usual cheerful greeting as he locked my front door behind him.
"Morning mum," he called out.
My son came into my room to find me sitting on the bed naked waiting for him and kissed me hello.
"Good morning to you too son," I replied when we broke from the kiss. Tom was starting to caress my breasts eager to make love to me again, but I pushed his hand away. "Wait a minute Tom. I've got something to tell you. Sit down beside me son."
"Is everything ok mum?" he asked as he sat next to me on my bed, looking a little concerned.
"Yes son. Everything is fine. It's just that I'm.....well I'm late Tom," I said with a grin, looking into his face to watch his reaction.
He looked puzzled for a moment, and then got an excited grin on his face as it registered what I had said.
"Late? Late as in how late mum?" Tom said excitedly, "Do you think you might be? Really mum?"
He jumped off the bed and looked like he was about to burst with enthusiasm.
"Just over a week late son. But I thought maybe we should check and see. I got one of those home tests from the pharmacy," I said, reaching around behind me to pick it up off my bed to show him.
Tom had seen many of these home tests when Jen had been trying to get pregnant, so he knew how it all worked, and by his reaction it was obvious he was keen to try it out.
"Oh wow mum. This is so exciting," said Tom, "Come on then mum, lets do it now!" and he pulled me up from my bed, almost dragging me into the bathroom.
"Have you got a plastic container or something to pee into mum?" Tom asked in a matter-of-fact way as he looked around my bathroom for something to use.
It seemed he was very used to these types of tests and wasn't looking like he had any intention of letting me do the deed alone.
"Yes son. I have a plastic cup in the second draw," I said pointing at the cupboard.
Tom opened the draw and got it out and passed the cup to me. I half expected him to leave the room but he just stood there staring at me in anticipation.
I was bursting to pee by this stage as I'd been holding on for awhile, so I sat on the toilet and held the cup between my legs to catch some of my urine.
Tom eyes never left me. I easily filled up the cup and then some. I went to place the cup on the floor so that I could wipe myself after I finished, but Tom reached out and took the cup from me, placing it on the wash basin. I was mildly surprised that he didn't seem embarrassed about any of this. As I wiped myself and flushed, I noticed that he already had opened the home pregnancy test and was about to carry out the test himself. Tom was extremely keen.
I washed my hands as I watched my son use the dropper that came with the test. He placed a few drops of my urine into the space provided and then looked at his watch.
He looked so enthusiastic and hopeful. I already knew the result but I was getting excited too. Excited at the prospect of making my son so happy.
"Three minutes mum," said Tom, the anticipation was almost too much for him and he began to pace up and down the bathroom, which wasn't that easy as it's a small room.
I smiled as I watched him. Then I emptied the remainder of the cup out and washed it.
Tom looked nervous and excited. I could imagine some of the things that were going through his mind.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me and kissed him. It seemed a good way to make the time pass faster. He kissed me back but not with his usual passion, he was too distracted looking at his watch.
"It's time mum," he announced, "See what it says mum."
I glanced over to the hand basin where the tester sat there with the result waiting to be viewed. I already knew what it would say, so I wanted Tom to see it first. I didn't have to feign excitement for just seeing how enthusiastic my son was enough to get me all keyed up too.
"No, you look at it son," I said as I moved back away from it, indicating that he should pick it up.
Tom went to pick it up and then paused looking at me with a serious, caring look.
"If its negative mum, please don't be upset. We will just keep trying ok?" he said with concern.
I smiled at him. I wanted to tell him that all I would be upset about is if he didn't want to fuck me anymore, but I said nothing, just smiled at my son.
Tom picked up the tester and stared at it for just a couple of seconds. He knew exactly what to look for and knew immediately that the result was positive.
My son looked from the tester to me with a huge grin on his face. His whole face lit up. Tom was ecstatic, he seemed like he might burst any moment.
"It's positive!" Tom exclaimed in total joy, "Mum its positive! You're pregnant mum! We are going to have a baby!" He grabbed me and hugged me tight, lifting me slightly off the floor. "Woo hoo!" he yelled.
My emotions got the better of me and felt my eyes well up with tears. I didn't want to cry in front of my son. I tried to keep it together but my voice croaked when I spoke.
"Oh Tom. That's wonderful son," I said with a slight sniff, trying not to sob as I hugged him close.
"Are you ok mum?" Tom asked, pulling back from me and looking at me. My tears were rolling down my cheeks. I was annoyed at myself for not being able to stop them.
"Yes son. These are tears of happiness," I said to reassure him. It was partly true, I was really happy that I could give my son a baby, but also my tears were those of an impending loss.
"I love you so much mum," Tom said and then he kissed my cheeks were my tears left streaks.
I smiled at my wonderful son, so loving and caring. I just had to kiss him.
We kissed tenderly and then I wiped my tears away with my hands. Time to put my own needs behind me and remember that my son's happiness is my priority.
"I love you too son," I said, "And don't worry about these tears, pregnant women always get emotional," I said with a chuckle.
"Oh I think I need a coffee mum now. How about you?" Tom asked as we left the bathroom.
"Yes good idea son," I responded, as I put on my robe. May as well cover up now I thought to myself, not going to get any sex today, perhaps never again.
Tom made us both coffee and then he sat down at the kitchen table with me so we could talk over our coffees.
"Oh this is so great mum. I can't wait for us to tell Jen," said Tom excitedly, "Shall we tell her now or after work? What do you think mum?"
"I think you should tell her yourself son. It's important that we all remember that this baby is going to be hers and yours and even though we made it with our love and deep down I will always think of it as our baby, I have to keep those thoughts to myself," I said selflessly, "We both do."
"Yes. Of course you are right mum," Tom said smiling at me, "You're always right. Thank you for everything mum. You're the best. I love you so much."
Then he jumped up from the table, almost knocking over his half full coffee cup.
"Oh I have to go tell her right now mum. It's just so exciting!" Tom exclaimed, walking towards the door.
He stopped with his hand on the door handle and turned to look at me, he looked so elated.
"Woo hoo! I'm going to be a daddy!" he yelled. Then he was gone.
I sat there at the kitchen table with my coffee hardly touched and cried.
It was the first time my son had left since this all began without kissing me goodbye and telling me he would see me tomorrow. I wondered if he was going to come see me the next day or not. I felt a great sense of loss and then self pity. All my emotions seemed to be mixed up and confused. I felt angry too but not at Tom, how could I be when he was so full of joy? I was angry at myself for not being prepared for this. I needed a good cry to get it out of my system, so that's what I did.
Then I went and had my shower and got ready for work. While in the shower the water seemed to wash away my sadness as I pulled myself together and made a plan not to show Tom how much I love him and want to be with him. I loved him more as a lover than a son now, but that would just not do.
All I ever wanted was for him to be happy and I wasn't about to be the one that ruined that for him. So with my tears washed away, I made up my mind that I would be strong and unselfish.
I went to work and got there on time for a change. I got into my work, determined to catch up on some of the things that had fallen behind, I needed to get my mind on other things.
The morning went by fast; it was almost lunch time when the receptionist called me to tell me there was someone waiting at the front desk for me.
I went downstairs, curious as to whom it might be as I never get visitors at work, and there was Jen waiting very impatiently for me. She seemed to be jigging up and down as if she needed to pee, I'd never seen her so excited, and she was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"Mum!" she cried when she saw me and rushed over to me and threw her arms around me to give me a big hug.
"Oh my," I said, a little over whelmed by her out-burst of emotion.
"Oh mum, it's so wonderful. I'm so happy," Jen said as she pulled back from the embrace. I saw she had tears of joy in her eyes.
"Can you come out now for a coffee with me so we can talk Marie?" Jen asked.
"Yes of course Jen. It's almost time for my break. Let me just put these lovely flowers in water and grab my handbag," I answered, taking them from here and making my way back upstairs to my office.
We were soon sitting down at a nearby café, ordering lunch and coffee. I thanked her for the flowers.
Jen was seemed back to her old self, I hadn't seen her this bubbly and full of life since they first got married. She was full of questions and wanting to talk about the baby. I soon put my own thoughts and desires to the back of my mind and actually enjoyed talking to my daughter-in-law about pregnancy and babies. Jen was really opening up to me, we were bonding. She was talking to me like a girlfriend and not the mother of her husband.
She even confessed that after Tom had come back home from seeing me to tell her the good news, that they had made love before he went to work. I was pleased she felt comfortable enough with me to discuss something so personal, but also felt a pang of jealousy when I thought of how that could have and would have been me if I had chosen not to tell Tom yet. A thought of maybe I could have waited one more day and had him once more, entered my mind. But I pushed such thoughts away quickly, knowing I had done the right thing as I looked into the eyes of Jen, she was ecstatic.
My lunch hour ended up being two hours before I finally got back to work. I thanked her once more for the beautiful flowers when she dropped me off and she hugged me again and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for everything mum. I can't wait to pick out all the things for the baby's room," Jen said excitedly, "Oh and please come for dinner on Saturday night Marie. We want to celebrate."
"Of course Jen. I'd love to come," I replied, "See you then."
I waved her off and went back to my job. It was hard to concentrate but I got through the rest of the day without anyone noticing that I wasn't really doing much work.
Saturday was two days away; I already knew the time was going to drag.
I somehow managed to get through those two days without the pleasure of my son's company. My morning routine seemed so mundane without seeing Tom when I first woke up.
I was looking forward to seeing him so much that I got quite dressed up and I made his favorite dessert to take with me to their place for dinner. It felt like I was going on a date, even though I knew I wasn't, I just wanted to look nice for my son. I missed him so much.
When I arrived, I was greeted with happy hugs and kisses from both Tom and Jen and we had a lovely dinner together. Of course we spoke of nothing else but the baby and the things that needed to be arranged in relation to him or her. Both of them wanted to find out what the sex of the baby was as soon as I was far enough along for it to show up on a scan.
Everything seemed great, although I noticed that Tom made a point of not being alone with me. Whenever Jen got up to tend to something in the kitchen, Tom followed her. It got to be so obvious that even Jen noticed.
"Its ok Tom," said Jen, "I'm fine honey. You stay and keep Marie company while I get the coffee."
Tom reluctantly sat back down on the couch; he appeared to be nervous to be alone with me. I was finding it very unsettling. I was hoping he wasn't regretting all the things we had done.
"Are you ok son?" I had to ask eventually.
"Yes. I'm fine mum," he replied, but it wasn't convincing and he didn't look at me when he spoke.
I reached out and took his hand, tugging on it a little so as to get his attention and get him to look at me in the eye.
"Are you sure Tom? What's wrong son?" I pressed for the truth.
Tom looked right at me; his eyes looked a little watery as if he was struggling to keep from tears.
"Its just that I um....I....," he answered with obvious difficulty, "I miss you mum."
The love I felt from those few words and the look in my sons eyes almost made me cry with joy. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him and tell him I love him and miss him too. But sense made me hold back and I just hugged him close, hoping he could feel my love and want without me having to use words.
Jen walked back in the room with the coffees, it would have looked like just a normal hug that any parent would give their son at a time of celebration like this.
She placed the drinks on the coffee table and smiled at us, oblivious to what it was really about.
I excused myself after we finished drinking our coffees, saying I was feeling a little tired, and then went home for an early night. I got another hug and a kiss good night from each of them as I left.
As I lay in bed thinking about the last few day's events, I did still feel sad that I wouldn't be making love to my son every day anymore, but my sorrow was lessened by the knowledge that Tom was also missing me.
Sunday came and I spent most of it cleaning my house followed by a quiet night home alone on the couch watching TV. I went to bed early again so that I could get a good nights sleep ready for work on Monday.
I woke up a bit earlier on Monday morning; I had slept well and felt good when I awoke. I got up to shower as usual. I was in a good mood; I had come to terms with how things were now. I told myself to look upon the brief affair with my son as a wonderful experience to be forever treasured and remembered fondly but to not let it interfere with his life and his marriage. I had almost convinced myself that I believed it too.
I got out of the shower, dried myself and walked naked into my bedroom to assess my closet and decide what to wear to work today.
Tom was standing by my bed waiting for me. He startled me as I had not heard him come in due to the noise of the shower.
"Oh Tom!" I gasped and stopped in my steps, taken aback by his unexpected visit.
"Hi mum," he said quietly.
"What are you doing here son?" I asked while searching through my dresser looking for underwear. I did not feel embarrassed or shy in front of my son; he had seen me naked many times.
"I need to talk to you mum," Tom said seriously, "Can you sit down for a minute please?"
"Sure Tom. Is anything wrong son?" I asked concerned as I sat on my bed with my bra and panties in my hand.
"Yes and no," he replied as he sat beside me.
"Mum. I um....I need...," he tried to say.
"What do you need son?" I asked, trying to pry from him what was wrong.
"I need my mummy," he said lustfully.
Before I could respond he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and then one hand moved to my naked breast and he caressed it. We both moaned in unison, and then he pushed me back onto my bed and was suddenly on top of me. Kissing, groping me with a raw hunger. It happened so fast I could hardly think. But my body didn't need any instructions from my brain, it just reacted instinctively and I kissed him back with equal passion.
Tom's hand then moved down my body to my pussy and his mouth moved down to my nipple. I started to pant as my son pushed his fingers inside me and he began to suck on my nipple.
I felt myself get wet so quickly in reaction to his finger-fucking and I felt his hard cock pressing against my naked body through his pants.
Tom was still fully dressed. Perhaps he had just intended to talk to me and lost control.
He just kept moving his fingers in and out of me, harder and faster. Two fingers, then three, on and on he prodded me; he was going to make me cum soon.
Tom lifted up his head from sucking my nipple and looked at me, seeing my face with that glazed look of impending ecstasy, he knew my body well by now, he could tell I was close.
"I'm so hungry mummy. Won't you give me some breakfast mummy? Feed me mummy!" he demanded as he shoved all four of his fingers up me with several hard thrusts.
I screamed as I exploded, expelling my cum all over his hand in a gush of fluid.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out.
I was still trembling from the intense orgasm when my son moved down my body once more and I felt his warm mouth and wanting tongue invade my juicy pussy. He licked and sucked up as much of my juices as he could, making slurping noises and contented sounds of pleasure as he enjoy the breakfast his mother provided.
It was too much for me, I still hadn't come down from the first orgasm when another wave hit me. I reached down and grabbed hold of his hair pressing his face down onto my cunt more as I pushed my hips up desperately trying to get his tongue in deeper.
"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck yessss!" I screamed out as the powerful climax rocked me.
I lay back trembling and panting on my bed, trying to catch my breath as my son feasted on me. Seems he really was hungry this morning and needed seconds for breakfast.
Eventually contented to leave his nourishment for the time being, he moved back up to me and kissed me, gently and lovingly. His face coated in my wetness, his mouth tasting of me. I sucked hungrily on his tongue enjoying my own flavor.
Then he rested on his elbow on his side next to me, looking at me, lust and love in his eyes.
"Mum, I love you so much. I just can't go back to how it was before. I've been going crazy without you. I just miss you too much," Tom said passionately.
"I know son. I love you and miss you too. I just thought that now that I'm pregnant that you wouldn't want to have sex with me anymore," I replied.
"Of course I still want you mum. You know it hasn't just been about a baby for a long time, it's a lot more than that," Tom responded.
"Yes I do know son. Well at least I hoped," I said with a smile, "But what about Jen?"
"I love Jen too mum, of course I do. I love you both. Can't I be with both the women I love? Jen has me to herself from 6pm to 6am every day and more on the weekends. Why can't I just have you for half an hour every day mum?" Tom asked, almost pleading.
How could I resist? My son was looking at me with love and desire. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I could not deny that the idea hadn't entered my head a hundred times a day either but I was too afraid of rejection to suggest it.
"Yes son. You can," I said with a smile, looking at my son lovingly, "You can come here everyday on your way to work but I think you shouldn't come here on the weekends. Spend your time with Jen and concentrate on preparing for the baby. And make sure you don't forget about Jen's needs too."
"Are you kidding mum?" Tom said with a chuckle, "Since we have been lovers mum, I've been so horny, and Jen doesn't miss out believe me!"
I laughed with him. Suddenly I didn't feel so jealous thinking of my son having sex with Jen, actually it kind of turned me to know that since Tom had been my lover, his sex life at home had increased as well.
Nice to know that I had that affect on him.
I leaned forward and kissed my son. We had an arrangement. I could hardly stop smiling at the thought of sex with my son five days a week. Sex for lusts sake, sex with my lover and for no other reason but for mutual pleasure. I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants, he was still hard and I felt him twitch.
"About time you got naked then isn't it Tom? Or you will be late for work son," I said.
Tom grinned at me, obviously happy with our arrangement too. He got up off the bed and was about to take off his clothes when he looked at his watch. The morning was flying by, not really enough time for sex.
"I don't think I have the time now mum. I really want to stay and make love to you now but look at the time," he said indicating to the clock.
"Then don't make love to me Tom. Just fuck me. You already made me cum twice; it's your turn babe. Put your lovely hard cock in mummy and fuck me hard and fast til you cum son. Don't hold back and wait for me this time," I said with lust.
"Ohhh," he moaned at my dirty talk, "Really mum? You want it in you now?" he asked as he undone his pants and stood out of them, pulling down his boxers at the same time. His erection stuck out as if looking at me, precum oozing from the tip.
"Oh yes son. I want it. I need your cock in me now," I moaned and then I opened my legs wide as an invitation.
Tom took off his shirt and quickly got on top of me. He entered me with one hard thrust and didn't even kiss me as he usually would when we had sex. He just thrust hard into me over and over, slamming his cock home as he looked into my eyes.
I loved how Tom would talk dirty or talk openly about what his secret sexual desires were in the moments just before he came. I found out a lot about his fantasies in those moments and today was very revealing.
"Mum you taste so good. I can't wait to taste your milk too, I bet it's going to be delicious," he said with lust.
I found that thought so exciting that my pussy clenched and I almost came.
We were both moaning and panting and then I felt him tense up. He grunted and moaned as he came, filling his mothers cunt up with more of his warm sticking cum that I desired so much.
He pulled out of me quickly and stood up, smiling down at me as I lay there panting close to orgasm but denied it this time.
"Sorry that I have to go now mum. I will make it up to you tomorrow I promise," He said, "I don't even have time for a shower, just a quick wash."
Off he rushed to my bathroom and cleaned up quickly. Then he came back and dressed hurriedly while looking at me still lying in the same position as he left me.
"You don't have to lie there and wait mum. You're already pregnant," he said with a chuckle.
I laughed with him. Then he came over and gave me a quick goodbye kiss with a promise to return for more the next day.
I heard him lock the front door as he left. I still lay there on the bed. I was going to need another shower, but first things first. I reached down and scooped out my son's fresh cum from my pussy and ate it. So delicious, even better when it was mixed with my own juices. My fingers searched for more and I hungrily sucked all I could get off my fingers. My morning fix of protein I thought to myself with a grin.
Then I got up and showered again, using the detachable showerhead to get myself off. I needed to cum one more time before work. All I had to do was aim it so that the pressurized water hit my clit and think of all the sex I would be getting from my son in the months maybe even years to come and I climaxed with ease.
Late again for work. Oh well, they didn't mind as along as I made up the time. I would just finish twenty minutes later than usual. This morning was definitely worth getting stuck in the peak hour traffic for.
I had already deceived him once by not telling him that I never actually used the turkey baster method to try and get pregnant and in fact I had just eaten all his cum he had left in my coffee cups.
I was going to lie to him again and I felt bad about it, but it seemed at the time the less painful of my two choices. I just wasn't ready to give him up as my lover.
I was still in bed when Tom arrived the next morning. I had over slept due to having a bad night tossing and turning.
"Morning mum," Tom called out as he walked in my house, using his own key and locking it again behind him.
The sound of his voice woke me from my restless slumber and I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Oh you're not even up yet mum?" he said, mildly surprised as he walked into my bedroom.
"Oh is it that time already son?" I asked as I glanced over at the clock.
"Yes, come on sleepyhead. Rise and shine mum, you have a date with your son. Remember?" Tom said cheekily as he pulled back the bed covers, exposing my naked body.
I smiled at him and got out of bed, groggily walking towards my bathroom. I was still a bit dazed and didn't even bother to shut the door as I sat on the toilet to pee. I glanced up at the door while I was urinating and noticed that my son was standing in the doorway watching me. He was always watching me these days and he didn't even seem to have any intention of giving me any privacy.
I always stand up to wipe myself after I pee and I know I could have discreetly reached down between my legs and wiped myself but I thought if he likes to watch me, then let him watch. So I stood up and wiped my drips of pee from my pussy, discarded the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed.
Then I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, the things that I normally do before my son arrives for his daily fuck. I couldn't help but think this all could be coming to an end soon, and the thought both saddened and scared me.
I was hoping none of my thoughts were obvious to Tom as I walked over to him and kissed my son passionately. I loved to kiss him, the way he would hold me in his strong arms, firm yet lovingly and kiss me as if I was his first and only love, just made my heart melt. I knew that Jen was his first and that he still loved her as well as me, but the way he kissed me made me feel like his one and only lover.
"Good Morning son," I said when we pulled back from our embrace. I smiled at him lovingly, hoping my smile would cover my deceit.
I then began to undress him like I had every other day since we had been having sex. Tom really seemed to enjoy me taking his clothes off for him rather than do it himself, so it had become part of our regular sexual routine. The way he got excited by me 'mothering' him got me to wondering if he might enjoy a little bit of parental discipline and knowing that our time was limited now that I was pregnant made me think that perhaps I should try a few more things with my son before all of this wonderful sex came to an end.
"You're a naughty boy peeking at your mummy while I was in the bathroom, aren't you son?" I asked in a wickedly seductive tone as I discarded the last of his clothing onto the floor.
"Yes mummy," replied Tom, blushing a little.
"Naughty boys need the occasional spanking to keep them in line," I responded as I reached around behind him and gave his bare butt a playful smack.
"Oh yes mummy. You are right as always mummy," answered Tom and then he surprised me by bending over and resting his hands on my bed with his bare ass sticking up in the air. He even wriggled it a little, almost begging for it to be smacked.
This was even better than the response I was expecting from him. I grinned in delight as I rubbed my hands on his cute bare ass. He has such a nice ass, it looked very spank-able indeed. My dominant streak suddenly getting the urge to smack his cheeks hard until they glowed a bright pink. But my sense came back just in time to remind me that I wanted to turn him on, not freak him out.
So I smacked his right butt cheek with my right hand. Firmly but not really hard. It made a great 'smack!' sound and made Tom jump a little. But it also made him gasp and it was most definitely a gasp of pleasure and not shock. So I slapped his left cheek too, resulting in another small gasp following by a slight moan. My boy seemed to be enjoying this.
"Naughty boy!" I scolded as I smacked his right and left cheeks again a little harder this time. It made my hand sting a little so I know it must have done the same to my son's ass cheeks.
I could feel the beginning of a warm glow on his cheeks and I had to fight my urge to dominate him more as this was really exciting me. My pussy was already very wet and wanting my son's hard cock immersed in me. It seemed by the pleasurable moans coming from my son's mouth that perhaps he would also enjoy some Dom/sub play but now was not the time but it was food for thought. Ideas to be filed away for later, for now a few firm smacks would suffice.
I stopped smacking him and turned him around to check to see if the spanking had aroused him.
Not only was my son hard as a rock but his beautiful cock was seeping so much precum that I really didn't need to ask if he liked that or not. Tom also looked a little flushed; he was definitely very excited from being spanked by his mother. I have him a wicked grin.
"Oh poor baby. Mummy didn't mean to smack you so hard. Turn around again son, let mummy kiss it better for you," I said lustfully.
Tom turned back to his position of leaning on the bed. I bent down and kissed both cheeks where it looked all pink from my hand slapping him. Then I licked where it looked tender and continued to lick and kiss his cheeks, my lips and tongue going from one cheek to the other. Then I grabbed hold of those pink cheeks and pried them open with both my hands, exposing my son's puckered hole and I licked from the top of his crack down over his hole to his ball sack and back up again.
This resulted in a low groan of pleasure, which inspired me to continue. I licked up and down his crack from the top of his crack to the back of his balls a few times, causing my son to begin to pant. I then licked all around his hole giving my boy his first rim job. Tom loved it, he was moaning in pleasure and panting with desire and then he began to push back against me slightly. I took that as a 'yes please' and pushed the tip of my tongue right inside his tight little hole and darted it in and out.
I enjoyed tongue-fucking my son, mostly as I could tell by his reactions and sounds of pleasure he was making that he loved this so much.
"Oh God! Oh fuck that's so good mum. Oh yesss!" he moaned, "Oh fuck! Mum, you had better stop or you are gonna make me cum."
Not wanting to waste my sons cum by letting him cum onto my bed, I stopped tongue-fucking his hole and quickly moved from behind him to kneel in front of him. I grabbed his hard twitching cock and engulfed it into my warm mouth and sucked up all his delicious precum. There was so much of it, no mistaking that Tom loved the anal stimulation I had just given him. I knew he would want to cum inside me as he didn't know I was already pregnant but I also knew he was so close to cumming it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.
I sucked on his cock deep and hard, making cooing sounds of delight as I enjoyed his flavor.
"Mum! Oh fuck! You have to stop mum, I can't hold back much longer," Tom exclaimed.
I looked up at him and I could see the strain on his face, he was using all his will power to prevent from cumming. But I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I loved the taste of his cum and I knew I didn't have to try to get pregnant anymore. I just wanted to fuck my son for the sheer taboo pleasure of it.
My devious mind clicked on my 'wicked' button and I stopped sucking for a moment, looking up at my son, who had sweat on his brow from concentrating so hard not to cum.
"Aww but I don't want to stop son," I said pleadingly, "Mummy is so hungry baby. Please Tommy, feed your mummy your cum."
I had looked him in the eyes when I begged him for his cum while still holding onto his cock. I knew my pleading would excite him too much, so I quickly went back to my oral assault and it only took a few more deep hard sucks when I was rewarded with a mouthful of my son's warm essence as he spurted a load of cum onto my waiting tongue.
"Ohhhh fuck!" Tom groaned as he climaxed.
"Mmmm so nice," I said in pleasure after swallowing my reward for my oral efforts.
Tom sat down on my bed, and then lay down. He looked like he needed to catch his breath. He was still panting a little when I got on top of him and leant down and kissed him.
"That was so intense mum. Damn that was good. But aren't I supposed to be cumming somewhere else?" Tom said with a touch of cheekiness in his voice. "Or have you got your period again mum?"
"No I haven't yet son. I'm sorry baby; I just needed to taste you again. I couldn't help myself," I replied a little guiltily.
Tom smiled at me. I knew he wouldn't really be mad at me. It's kind of hard to be upset with someone who has just made you cum so good.
"That's ok mum. I don't have to be at work until ten this morning mum. I have a meeting at ten o'clock, maybe we could go again," Tom suggested with a grin on his face, "I like it better when you get to cum too mum."
I was way past worrying about being late for work and I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep my secret from my son. Also I still had something I had wanted to do with him, so perhaps today was the day.
"I would love to make love to you again son. Do you want me to suck on you now to get you hard again Tom?" I asked. Then before he could answer, I lent down and whispered in his ear, "Or would you like to lick your mummy today?" I said quietly and seductively in his right ear.
Tom gasped and then grinned at me.
"Oh God yes mum. I've wanted to taste you for so long now. I just didn't know if I should," Tom replied keenly, "You already give me so much mum. I didn't like to ask for more."
I smiled at my son and then leant down and kissed him passionately. He didn't mind anymore if my tongue tasted of his own cum and he didn't seem to care that the tongue he had in his mouth had recently been tongue-fucking his ass. Maybe the idea of it even turned him on because he kissed me like he was wild with passion. Or perhaps he was just excited at the thought of getting to go down on his mother, to lick the pussy that gave birth to him many years ago.
I pulled back from the wild excited kisses reluctantly and then lay beside Tom on my bed with my legs apart. Tom eagerly moved from his position and got between my legs, prying my legs open even wider as he stared at my moist pussy. He had seen it many times of course since we started our incestuous affair but he had never actually examined it closely. But now that he had my permission, my son was giving my pussy a very close inspection.
Tom used his fingers first pulling back my folds to expose my pink flesh, then rubbing my clit lightly with the tip of his index finger. He seemed fascinated by the intricacies of my vagina. I had never felt so much like my body was under scrutiny before. I watched him intently as he took his time to discover his birth place.
"I really came out of here mummy?" he asked rhetorically, putting on an innocent tone knowing it would excite me.
It worked and I moaned and clenched my pussy which Tom saw as his attention was fixated on it.
My son then pushed a finger up inside me, causing me to moan more. I was already very wet with my own pussy juice and so one finger slid in easily. Tom made it two fingers and then three, moving them in and out of me very slowly, coating his fingers in my natural lubricant.
"Mmm so nice and wet inside you mum. I can easily get three fingers in you, but I still don't know how a baby is could fit through here," Tom said as he finger-fucked me slowly.
"Oh it will stretch son, it did for you," I replied in between my moans of pleasure.
"Mmm yes, I guess it does mum. Oh I want to stretch you now mummy," he said with lust as he put yet another finger inside me.
I gasped and began to pant as he stretched me with his intrusive fingers. In and out, over and over he moved his fingers, getting a little faster.
I could feel myself close to cumming, my pussy was soaking wet, and the sloshing sound his fingers made as they fucked me added to my excitement. I was moaning and panting and about to climax.
"Oh fuck mum! This looks so hot to see your pussy stretch to take all my fingers. I think you could take my whole hand now, you are so fucking wet mum!" Tom exclaimed.
His words triggered my orgasm and I gushed my cum all over his hand. The pleasure wave I got from whenever I had sex with my sex was always intense. I moaned and groaned, then held my breath for a moment when it hit me. I loved this sensation, so much more powerful than from masturbation.
"Oh fuck! Oh yess! Oh Tom!" I moaned.
My sons hand was now drenched in my cum and I half expected him to lick his hand or lick my cum from my pussy but it seemed he hadn't had enough of his hand up my cunt yet.
"Oh God mum, you're so fucking wet!" Tom called out and then he closed his hand into a fist and I felt him try to grind it into me.
It hurt and I instinctively tried to resist this big invasion but it also excited me so much, I willed myself to open up and let him stretch me as much as he wanted.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he pulled out his fist and then shoved it back into me several times.
"Take that my slutty mother!" he exclaimed, "Cum on my fucking fist!"
I screamed and my whole body shook as I gushed my cum all over his hand. My pussy contracted and pushed his fist from me. I felt like I was on fire, although the amount of fluid expelled from my body seemed like it was enough to put out a fire. I came so hard that I felt light-headed; my pussy muscles kept contracting as they squirted my juice onto my sons face as he watched attentively.
Then I trembled as the orgasm wave subsided and small sob escaped my lips as my eyes filled with emotional tears.
Tom looked up from between my legs, looking concerned. Then he moved up over me, supporting himself above me on his hands, looking into my watery eyes.
"Are you ok mum? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry mum," he apologized.
"No son you didn't hurt me. I'm fine baby. It was just so good that it overwhelmed me," I said looking up at him through blurry eyes, "I love you Tom."
Tom responded by leaning down and kissing me with love and passion. I put my arms around his neck and kissed back returning the love and passion, still feeling the afterglow of my orgasm.
"I love you too mum," Tom said when he pulled back from our kiss, "I'm sorry if I got a bit carried away, being too rough and my bad language and all. Its just you excite me so much mum, I just can't seem to help myself. You drive me crazy."
"That's ok babe. I loved it and you drive me crazy too son. I've never cum so much as I do with you," I replied.
"Yes its amazing mum. Just look at my hand," he said, holding up his hand to show me. It was covered in my cum, all wet and glistening. "And as for down here," Tom continued as he moved back down between my legs, "It's totally soaking wet! Your bed is drenched mum."
I giggled at what he said. "Oh well I'm not worried son. It will clean up fine."
"I think I might just give you a hand with cleaning up mum," Tom said cheekily, and then he licked my juicy pussy, causing me to moan.
"Mmm tasty," he said and then he began to lick my pussy all over, slurping up as much of my juices as he could get.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned pleasurably, my pussy a little sore and sensitive from the fisting, but his tongue felt fantastic as it brushed over my clit and darted into my wet slit.
Then Tom reached his hand up towards me. It was still wet and sticky with my cum, I took his hand and sucked on his fingers. I licked and slurped up the remnants of my last climax as Tom was licking and slurping on my pussy preparing me for my next one.
It didn't take long as my pussy was super sensitive and still recovering from my last orgasm. I came hard and squirted more cum into my horny son's mouth. I moaned and panted as I climaxed. I felt Tom's mouth clamp down on my cunt and he held his mouth there as my orgasm wave pulsed through me.
"Oh God yesss!" I moaned.
My son was making slurping noises and sounds of pleasure as he licked and sucked up more of my juices. Then he flicked my clit with his tongue playfully before issuing lots of little kisses all over my pussy, on my clit, my pussy lips, he even pried me open again to land a kiss on the inside of me and then just for good measure while he held me open and exposed, he licked and then kissed my rosebud as well.
"Mmm mum you taste so fucking delicious," Tom said with lust as he rose up again to hover above me, supporting himself on his arms once more.
"Oh thank you son," I said with a smile, "Yeah your fingers didn't taste too bad either."
Tom grinned at me. He looked so sexy looking down at me, his face all wet with my juices.
"You taste so good mum that you got me all hard again and I'm just going to have to fuck you now mummy," Tom spoke with such confidence fueled by lust. I loved it when he talked to me like that.
"Oh yes please son. I need your cum in me again Tom. Fuck mummy hard and fast or you will be late for your meeting," I pleaded.
He didn't have to be asked twice. Tom just shoved his hard cock into my tender pussy with one big thrust.
I gasped as it hurt my still sensitive cunt, and then he began to move in and out of me. My son didn't do what he usually does, starting out slowly then building up momentum and increasing speed and force. Tom just went wild, pounding hard and fast like a madman. Thrust after thrust, hard and deep as he plunged his cock into me. I almost forgot to breathe. I held my breath in a stunned silence as he attacked my cunt with his hard rod mercilessly. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to cum as I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this assault. My pussy was stinging, burning with each thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck yessss!" Tom screamed as he came, filling up my sore and well used cunt with his seed.
He collapsed on top of me; panting and I held him close and felt his body shudder as his orgasm took him.
I kissed his forehead as I held him while he recovered from his climax.
"Oh wow mum!" exclaimed Tom once he got his breath back, "It just keeps getting better mum. You are amazing."
"Thank you son. You are amazing too babe. You're the best lover I ever had Tom," I replied honestly and with love.
We kissed and then Tom got off me and out of my bed to go shower. He told me to stay there for awhile as I had told him before that it's best for me to stay still for awhile after sex to give his sperm a chance to swim to their target.
As I lay there listening to the shower and Tom singing in the shower, I realized that Tom was so happy. Perhaps even as happy as I was with our relationship. I decided that even though I didn't want to risk losing the best lover I ever had, I also loved Tom so much that I didn't want to keep my news from him anymore. I made up my mind that I would tell him tomorrow that I was pregnant.
We had done all the things I had fantasized about now and although I wanted to keep doing them again and again, it was time I took the risk and told my son the truth. I desperately hoped that Tom would still want to carry on our sexual relationship, but I couldn't be sure he felt the same way as I did about us.
After his shower, Tom came and kissed me goodbye and told me he loved me again before he left for work. I got up and showered myself as soon as he was gone. There was no need to lie there with his cum inside me when I was already pregnant.
I decided to buy another home pregnancy test on the way home from work so that I could take the test again tomorrow while Tom was there with me.
I was starting to feel excited about being pregnant with my son's baby. I didn't want the sex to end but as long as I was making my son happy, I would be happy. That's all that mattered.
I went to bed early that night, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. I could hardly wait to see Tom again in the morning.
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I woke up the next day feeling good. I had slept well and I felt excited about telling Tom the good news and also relieved that I didn't feel the need to keep deceiving him anymore. Of course I was hopeful he still might want to have sex with me sometimes but even if he didn't I would always have these great memories of the last couple of months of such pleasure.
I got up and brushed my teeth before he arrived so I would taste good to kiss, but I didn't pee like I usually do first thing. I needed to save that for the home pregnancy test I had brought on the way home from work.
Tom arrived and I heard his usual cheerful greeting as he locked my front door behind him.
"Morning mum," he called out.
My son came into my room to find me sitting on the bed naked waiting for him and kissed me hello.
"Good morning to you too son," I replied when we broke from the kiss. Tom was starting to caress my breasts eager to make love to me again, but I pushed his hand away. "Wait a minute Tom. I've got something to tell you. Sit down beside me son."
"Is everything ok mum?" he asked as he sat next to me on my bed, looking a little concerned.
"Yes son. Everything is fine. It's just that I'm.....well I'm late Tom," I said with a grin, looking into his face to watch his reaction.
He looked puzzled for a moment, and then got an excited grin on his face as it registered what I had said.
"Late? Late as in how late mum?" Tom said excitedly, "Do you think you might be? Really mum?"
He jumped off the bed and looked like he was about to burst with enthusiasm.
"Just over a week late son. But I thought maybe we should check and see. I got one of those home tests from the pharmacy," I said, reaching around behind me to pick it up off my bed to show him.
Tom had seen many of these home tests when Jen had been trying to get pregnant, so he knew how it all worked, and by his reaction it was obvious he was keen to try it out.
"Oh wow mum. This is so exciting," said Tom, "Come on then mum, lets do it now!" and he pulled me up from my bed, almost dragging me into the bathroom.
"Have you got a plastic container or something to pee into mum?" Tom asked in a matter-of-fact way as he looked around my bathroom for something to use.
It seemed he was very used to these types of tests and wasn't looking like he had any intention of letting me do the deed alone.
"Yes son. I have a plastic cup in the second draw," I said pointing at the cupboard.
Tom opened the draw and got it out and passed the cup to me. I half expected him to leave the room but he just stood there staring at me in anticipation.
I was bursting to pee by this stage as I'd been holding on for awhile, so I sat on the toilet and held the cup between my legs to catch some of my urine.
Tom eyes never left me. I easily filled up the cup and then some. I went to place the cup on the floor so that I could wipe myself after I finished, but Tom reached out and took the cup from me, placing it on the wash basin. I was mildly surprised that he didn't seem embarrassed about any of this. As I wiped myself and flushed, I noticed that he already had opened the home pregnancy test and was about to carry out the test himself. Tom was extremely keen.
I washed my hands as I watched my son use the dropper that came with the test. He placed a few drops of my urine into the space provided and then looked at his watch.
He looked so enthusiastic and hopeful. I already knew the result but I was getting excited too. Excited at the prospect of making my son so happy.
"Three minutes mum," said Tom, the anticipation was almost too much for him and he began to pace up and down the bathroom, which wasn't that easy as it's a small room.
I smiled as I watched him. Then I emptied the remainder of the cup out and washed it.
Tom looked nervous and excited. I could imagine some of the things that were going through his mind.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me and kissed him. It seemed a good way to make the time pass faster. He kissed me back but not with his usual passion, he was too distracted looking at his watch.
"It's time mum," he announced, "See what it says mum."
I glanced over to the hand basin where the tester sat there with the result waiting to be viewed. I already knew what it would say, so I wanted Tom to see it first. I didn't have to feign excitement for just seeing how enthusiastic my son was enough to get me all keyed up too.
"No, you look at it son," I said as I moved back away from it, indicating that he should pick it up.
Tom went to pick it up and then paused looking at me with a serious, caring look.
"If its negative mum, please don't be upset. We will just keep trying ok?" he said with concern.
I smiled at him. I wanted to tell him that all I would be upset about is if he didn't want to fuck me anymore, but I said nothing, just smiled at my son.
Tom picked up the tester and stared at it for just a couple of seconds. He knew exactly what to look for and knew immediately that the result was positive.
My son looked from the tester to me with a huge grin on his face. His whole face lit up. Tom was ecstatic, he seemed like he might burst any moment.
"It's positive!" Tom exclaimed in total joy, "Mum its positive! You're pregnant mum! We are going to have a baby!" He grabbed me and hugged me tight, lifting me slightly off the floor. "Woo hoo!" he yelled.
My emotions got the better of me and felt my eyes well up with tears. I didn't want to cry in front of my son. I tried to keep it together but my voice croaked when I spoke.
"Oh Tom. That's wonderful son," I said with a slight sniff, trying not to sob as I hugged him close.
"Are you ok mum?" Tom asked, pulling back from me and looking at me. My tears were rolling down my cheeks. I was annoyed at myself for not being able to stop them.
"Yes son. These are tears of happiness," I said to reassure him. It was partly true, I was really happy that I could give my son a baby, but also my tears were those of an impending loss.
"I love you so much mum," Tom said and then he kissed my cheeks were my tears left streaks.
I smiled at my wonderful son, so loving and caring. I just had to kiss him.
We kissed tenderly and then I wiped my tears away with my hands. Time to put my own needs behind me and remember that my son's happiness is my priority.
"I love you too son," I said, "And don't worry about these tears, pregnant women always get emotional," I said with a chuckle.
"Oh I think I need a coffee mum now. How about you?" Tom asked as we left the bathroom.
"Yes good idea son," I responded, as I put on my robe. May as well cover up now I thought to myself, not going to get any sex today, perhaps never again.
Tom made us both coffee and then he sat down at the kitchen table with me so we could talk over our coffees.
"Oh this is so great mum. I can't wait for us to tell Jen," said Tom excitedly, "Shall we tell her now or after work? What do you think mum?"
"I think you should tell her yourself son. It's important that we all remember that this baby is going to be hers and yours and even though we made it with our love and deep down I will always think of it as our baby, I have to keep those thoughts to myself," I said selflessly, "We both do."
"Yes. Of course you are right mum," Tom said smiling at me, "You're always right. Thank you for everything mum. You're the best. I love you so much."
Then he jumped up from the table, almost knocking over his half full coffee cup.
"Oh I have to go tell her right now mum. It's just so exciting!" Tom exclaimed, walking towards the door.
He stopped with his hand on the door handle and turned to look at me, he looked so elated.
"Woo hoo! I'm going to be a daddy!" he yelled. Then he was gone.
I sat there at the kitchen table with my coffee hardly touched and cried.
It was the first time my son had left since this all began without kissing me goodbye and telling me he would see me tomorrow. I wondered if he was going to come see me the next day or not. I felt a great sense of loss and then self pity. All my emotions seemed to be mixed up and confused. I felt angry too but not at Tom, how could I be when he was so full of joy? I was angry at myself for not being prepared for this. I needed a good cry to get it out of my system, so that's what I did.
Then I went and had my shower and got ready for work. While in the shower the water seemed to wash away my sadness as I pulled myself together and made a plan not to show Tom how much I love him and want to be with him. I loved him more as a lover than a son now, but that would just not do.
All I ever wanted was for him to be happy and I wasn't about to be the one that ruined that for him. So with my tears washed away, I made up my mind that I would be strong and unselfish.
I went to work and got there on time for a change. I got into my work, determined to catch up on some of the things that had fallen behind, I needed to get my mind on other things.
The morning went by fast; it was almost lunch time when the receptionist called me to tell me there was someone waiting at the front desk for me.
I went downstairs, curious as to whom it might be as I never get visitors at work, and there was Jen waiting very impatiently for me. She seemed to be jigging up and down as if she needed to pee, I'd never seen her so excited, and she was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"Mum!" she cried when she saw me and rushed over to me and threw her arms around me to give me a big hug.
"Oh my," I said, a little over whelmed by her out-burst of emotion.
"Oh mum, it's so wonderful. I'm so happy," Jen said as she pulled back from the embrace. I saw she had tears of joy in her eyes.
"Can you come out now for a coffee with me so we can talk Marie?" Jen asked.
"Yes of course Jen. It's almost time for my break. Let me just put these lovely flowers in water and grab my handbag," I answered, taking them from here and making my way back upstairs to my office.
We were soon sitting down at a nearby café, ordering lunch and coffee. I thanked her for the flowers.
Jen was seemed back to her old self, I hadn't seen her this bubbly and full of life since they first got married. She was full of questions and wanting to talk about the baby. I soon put my own thoughts and desires to the back of my mind and actually enjoyed talking to my daughter-in-law about pregnancy and babies. Jen was really opening up to me, we were bonding. She was talking to me like a girlfriend and not the mother of her husband.
She even confessed that after Tom had come back home from seeing me to tell her the good news, that they had made love before he went to work. I was pleased she felt comfortable enough with me to discuss something so personal, but also felt a pang of jealousy when I thought of how that could have and would have been me if I had chosen not to tell Tom yet. A thought of maybe I could have waited one more day and had him once more, entered my mind. But I pushed such thoughts away quickly, knowing I had done the right thing as I looked into the eyes of Jen, she was ecstatic.
My lunch hour ended up being two hours before I finally got back to work. I thanked her once more for the beautiful flowers when she dropped me off and she hugged me again and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for everything mum. I can't wait to pick out all the things for the baby's room," Jen said excitedly, "Oh and please come for dinner on Saturday night Marie. We want to celebrate."
"Of course Jen. I'd love to come," I replied, "See you then."
I waved her off and went back to my job. It was hard to concentrate but I got through the rest of the day without anyone noticing that I wasn't really doing much work.
Saturday was two days away; I already knew the time was going to drag.
I somehow managed to get through those two days without the pleasure of my son's company. My morning routine seemed so mundane without seeing Tom when I first woke up.
I was looking forward to seeing him so much that I got quite dressed up and I made his favorite dessert to take with me to their place for dinner. It felt like I was going on a date, even though I knew I wasn't, I just wanted to look nice for my son. I missed him so much.
When I arrived, I was greeted with happy hugs and kisses from both Tom and Jen and we had a lovely dinner together. Of course we spoke of nothing else but the baby and the things that needed to be arranged in relation to him or her. Both of them wanted to find out what the sex of the baby was as soon as I was far enough along for it to show up on a scan.
Everything seemed great, although I noticed that Tom made a point of not being alone with me. Whenever Jen got up to tend to something in the kitchen, Tom followed her. It got to be so obvious that even Jen noticed.
"Its ok Tom," said Jen, "I'm fine honey. You stay and keep Marie company while I get the coffee."
Tom reluctantly sat back down on the couch; he appeared to be nervous to be alone with me. I was finding it very unsettling. I was hoping he wasn't regretting all the things we had done.
"Are you ok son?" I had to ask eventually.
"Yes. I'm fine mum," he replied, but it wasn't convincing and he didn't look at me when he spoke.
I reached out and took his hand, tugging on it a little so as to get his attention and get him to look at me in the eye.
"Are you sure Tom? What's wrong son?" I pressed for the truth.
Tom looked right at me; his eyes looked a little watery as if he was struggling to keep from tears.
"Its just that I um....I....," he answered with obvious difficulty, "I miss you mum."
The love I felt from those few words and the look in my sons eyes almost made me cry with joy. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him and tell him I love him and miss him too. But sense made me hold back and I just hugged him close, hoping he could feel my love and want without me having to use words.
Jen walked back in the room with the coffees, it would have looked like just a normal hug that any parent would give their son at a time of celebration like this.
She placed the drinks on the coffee table and smiled at us, oblivious to what it was really about.
I excused myself after we finished drinking our coffees, saying I was feeling a little tired, and then went home for an early night. I got another hug and a kiss good night from each of them as I left.
As I lay in bed thinking about the last few day's events, I did still feel sad that I wouldn't be making love to my son every day anymore, but my sorrow was lessened by the knowledge that Tom was also missing me.
Sunday came and I spent most of it cleaning my house followed by a quiet night home alone on the couch watching TV. I went to bed early again so that I could get a good nights sleep ready for work on Monday.
I woke up a bit earlier on Monday morning; I had slept well and felt good when I awoke. I got up to shower as usual. I was in a good mood; I had come to terms with how things were now. I told myself to look upon the brief affair with my son as a wonderful experience to be forever treasured and remembered fondly but to not let it interfere with his life and his marriage. I had almost convinced myself that I believed it too.
I got out of the shower, dried myself and walked naked into my bedroom to assess my closet and decide what to wear to work today.
Tom was standing by my bed waiting for me. He startled me as I had not heard him come in due to the noise of the shower.
"Oh Tom!" I gasped and stopped in my steps, taken aback by his unexpected visit.
"Hi mum," he said quietly.
"What are you doing here son?" I asked while searching through my dresser looking for underwear. I did not feel embarrassed or shy in front of my son; he had seen me naked many times.
"I need to talk to you mum," Tom said seriously, "Can you sit down for a minute please?"
"Sure Tom. Is anything wrong son?" I asked concerned as I sat on my bed with my bra and panties in my hand.
"Yes and no," he replied as he sat beside me.
"Mum. I um....I need...," he tried to say.
"What do you need son?" I asked, trying to pry from him what was wrong.
"I need my mummy," he said lustfully.
Before I could respond he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and then one hand moved to my naked breast and he caressed it. We both moaned in unison, and then he pushed me back onto my bed and was suddenly on top of me. Kissing, groping me with a raw hunger. It happened so fast I could hardly think. But my body didn't need any instructions from my brain, it just reacted instinctively and I kissed him back with equal passion.
Tom's hand then moved down my body to my pussy and his mouth moved down to my nipple. I started to pant as my son pushed his fingers inside me and he began to suck on my nipple.
I felt myself get wet so quickly in reaction to his finger-fucking and I felt his hard cock pressing against my naked body through his pants.
Tom was still fully dressed. Perhaps he had just intended to talk to me and lost control.
He just kept moving his fingers in and out of me, harder and faster. Two fingers, then three, on and on he prodded me; he was going to make me cum soon.
Tom lifted up his head from sucking my nipple and looked at me, seeing my face with that glazed look of impending ecstasy, he knew my body well by now, he could tell I was close.
"I'm so hungry mummy. Won't you give me some breakfast mummy? Feed me mummy!" he demanded as he shoved all four of his fingers up me with several hard thrusts.
I screamed as I exploded, expelling my cum all over his hand in a gush of fluid.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out.
I was still trembling from the intense orgasm when my son moved down my body once more and I felt his warm mouth and wanting tongue invade my juicy pussy. He licked and sucked up as much of my juices as he could, making slurping noises and contented sounds of pleasure as he enjoy the breakfast his mother provided.
It was too much for me, I still hadn't come down from the first orgasm when another wave hit me. I reached down and grabbed hold of his hair pressing his face down onto my cunt more as I pushed my hips up desperately trying to get his tongue in deeper.
"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck yessss!" I screamed out as the powerful climax rocked me.
I lay back trembling and panting on my bed, trying to catch my breath as my son feasted on me. Seems he really was hungry this morning and needed seconds for breakfast.
Eventually contented to leave his nourishment for the time being, he moved back up to me and kissed me, gently and lovingly. His face coated in my wetness, his mouth tasting of me. I sucked hungrily on his tongue enjoying my own flavor.
Then he rested on his elbow on his side next to me, looking at me, lust and love in his eyes.
"Mum, I love you so much. I just can't go back to how it was before. I've been going crazy without you. I just miss you too much," Tom said passionately.
"I know son. I love you and miss you too. I just thought that now that I'm pregnant that you wouldn't want to have sex with me anymore," I replied.
"Of course I still want you mum. You know it hasn't just been about a baby for a long time, it's a lot more than that," Tom responded.
"Yes I do know son. Well at least I hoped," I said with a smile, "But what about Jen?"
"I love Jen too mum, of course I do. I love you both. Can't I be with both the women I love? Jen has me to herself from 6pm to 6am every day and more on the weekends. Why can't I just have you for half an hour every day mum?" Tom asked, almost pleading.
How could I resist? My son was looking at me with love and desire. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I could not deny that the idea hadn't entered my head a hundred times a day either but I was too afraid of rejection to suggest it.
"Yes son. You can," I said with a smile, looking at my son lovingly, "You can come here everyday on your way to work but I think you shouldn't come here on the weekends. Spend your time with Jen and concentrate on preparing for the baby. And make sure you don't forget about Jen's needs too."
"Are you kidding mum?" Tom said with a chuckle, "Since we have been lovers mum, I've been so horny, and Jen doesn't miss out believe me!"
I laughed with him. Suddenly I didn't feel so jealous thinking of my son having sex with Jen, actually it kind of turned me to know that since Tom had been my lover, his sex life at home had increased as well.
Nice to know that I had that affect on him.
I leaned forward and kissed my son. We had an arrangement. I could hardly stop smiling at the thought of sex with my son five days a week. Sex for lusts sake, sex with my lover and for no other reason but for mutual pleasure. I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants, he was still hard and I felt him twitch.
"About time you got naked then isn't it Tom? Or you will be late for work son," I said.
Tom grinned at me, obviously happy with our arrangement too. He got up off the bed and was about to take off his clothes when he looked at his watch. The morning was flying by, not really enough time for sex.
"I don't think I have the time now mum. I really want to stay and make love to you now but look at the time," he said indicating to the clock.
"Then don't make love to me Tom. Just fuck me. You already made me cum twice; it's your turn babe. Put your lovely hard cock in mummy and fuck me hard and fast til you cum son. Don't hold back and wait for me this time," I said with lust.
"Ohhh," he moaned at my dirty talk, "Really mum? You want it in you now?" he asked as he undone his pants and stood out of them, pulling down his boxers at the same time. His erection stuck out as if looking at me, precum oozing from the tip.
"Oh yes son. I want it. I need your cock in me now," I moaned and then I opened my legs wide as an invitation.
Tom took off his shirt and quickly got on top of me. He entered me with one hard thrust and didn't even kiss me as he usually would when we had sex. He just thrust hard into me over and over, slamming his cock home as he looked into my eyes.
I loved how Tom would talk dirty or talk openly about what his secret sexual desires were in the moments just before he came. I found out a lot about his fantasies in those moments and today was very revealing.
"Mum you taste so good. I can't wait to taste your milk too, I bet it's going to be delicious," he said with lust.
I found that thought so exciting that my pussy clenched and I almost came.
We were both moaning and panting and then I felt him tense up. He grunted and moaned as he came, filling his mothers cunt up with more of his warm sticking cum that I desired so much.
He pulled out of me quickly and stood up, smiling down at me as I lay there panting close to orgasm but denied it this time.
"Sorry that I have to go now mum. I will make it up to you tomorrow I promise," He said, "I don't even have time for a shower, just a quick wash."
Off he rushed to my bathroom and cleaned up quickly. Then he came back and dressed hurriedly while looking at me still lying in the same position as he left me.
"You don't have to lie there and wait mum. You're already pregnant," he said with a chuckle.
I laughed with him. Then he came over and gave me a quick goodbye kiss with a promise to return for more the next day.
I heard him lock the front door as he left. I still lay there on the bed. I was going to need another shower, but first things first. I reached down and scooped out my son's fresh cum from my pussy and ate it. So delicious, even better when it was mixed with my own juices. My fingers searched for more and I hungrily sucked all I could get off my fingers. My morning fix of protein I thought to myself with a grin.
Then I got up and showered again, using the detachable showerhead to get myself off. I needed to cum one more time before work. All I had to do was aim it so that the pressurized water hit my clit and think of all the sex I would be getting from my son in the months maybe even years to come and I climaxed with ease.
Late again for work. Oh well, they didn't mind as along as I made up the time. I would just finish twenty minutes later than usual. This morning was definitely worth getting stuck in the peak hour traffic for.
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