My mom felt the hot spurts of my sperm splashing against her cervix and she screeched and sobbed, “oh Ryan, I feel you spraying inside me, you shouldn’t have done that.”
“I couldn’t help it mom.”
We rested for several minutes, my body still on top of hers and then slowly I pulled my cock out of her, it was slimy with her pussy juice. My mother rolled onto her side facing away from me and continued to weep. I lay beside her , rubbing her side and her back, unable to comprehend how much I loved and cherished this woman who had given me birth and now given me her body.
“Are you ok mom?”
“I don’t know” she wept, “I don’t know anything”
“Did I hurt you?”
“I can’t talk about it Ryan, please I need to go, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
“OK, I love you mom”
“I know, I felt it.” And she got up, picked up her clothes and quickly left my room.
My mind was reeling. I lay on my bed and felt my mother’s vaginal fluids coating my cock, proof it had been deep inside her, fucking her. I wiped some on my finger and tasted her again, musky, earthy. The smell of her, the taste of her, the slick, sticky feel of her vaginal juice made my cock hard again. Oh how I wish I could fuck her again, and again, and again. I was obsessed with her, I wanted her, I wanted to spend the rest of my life, my cock buried inside her, filling her, seeing her face as our bodies worked together, seeking and finding the perfect merging of two bodies into one.
I slept fitfully, reliving each thrust into my mother’s beautiful body, remembering every sound she made, every move she made as my body worked inside hers, coming deep inside her, feeling my fluid fill her vagina, knowing my sperm were swimminger th and up into her womb, wondering if one of them would find one of her eggs.
When I woke I couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been a dream, but my cock, now hard again was crusted with my mother’s dried vaginal fluid. My room still had a lingering odor of sex and as I laid there trying to recall every second of the previous night I also tried to figure out what I would say to her this morning. What if she was now angry with me, or hated me for what I’d done to her. What if she told me she never wanted to see me again?
The reality turned out to be that she wasn’t home. She’d left me a note saying she was confused about last night and she needed to get away for a few days to try to sort things out in her head. She had gone to her aunt’s house and I shouldn’t worry about her. She told me she loved me, but what we’d done last night had completely overwhelmed her.
I was shocked, but at the same time I understood. What I’d done was not only reprehensible, it was illegal. I had committed incest with my mother and although it was the most wonderful moment of my life, one I would remember and cherish forever, to my mother it must have been terrible, lying there, helpless, her son’s penis buried deep inside her vagina, fucking her, shooting his sperm inside her.
I thought about calling her aunt’s house to see how she was doing, but decided against it. Instead, I moped around the house, wondering if I should pack my things and move out, but where would I go? That Sunday was the longest, loneliest day of my life. I went to work on Monday and Tuesday, still no word from her, the same on Wednesday, but on Thursday, just as I was about to give up hope, when I got off the bus at my corner, I saw my mother’s car in front of the house. Instantly I was relieved and at the same time I felt my stomach tying itself in knots. Now I had to confront her, confront what I’d done, I had to face the music.
I let myself in the front door, hung my jacket in the hall closet and went looking for her. I didn’t have to look far; she was in the kitchen, putting a chicken in the oven. She turned and smiled at me when I went through the door. “Hi Ryan, dinner will be ready in half an hour.” And like that, my mother was back, acting like nothing had ever happened between us. She looked amazing, dressed in a yellow sun dress that came down to her knees. She’d put on makeup including a light red lipstick I’d never seen before.
“How was work?” she asked and I managed to stumble out a “Fine, how was your day?
” I took a few days off work. Aunt Francis needed someone to help her with some errands and it was good to see her.”
I felt like I was in a time warp. Maybe having sex with my mother never happened, maybe I dreamed it all up. “Mom.”
“Yes Ryan” and she turned and faced me.
“About last Saturday night.”
Her face took on a soft look. “I know it baby and I’m sorry I acted the way I did.”
“No, I’m sorry I put you through all that.”
She took three steps toward me and placed her hand on my arm. “Ryan, you didn’t put me through anything I didn’t want. I just wasn’t prepared for how I would feel when it happened.”
“But…”
“No, I’ve spent the last three days thinking about it and I’m convinced I wanted it to happen. I came to you and gave myself to you and.. and when you undressed me and kissed my breasts and my, you know, my” and she whispered “pussy and put yourself inside me and I felt you moving in me, I couldn’t comprehend the avalanche of feelings and emotions that cascaded down on me. I told myself I wouldn’t cry, but I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking my baby is back inside me again and he’s loving me like I’ve never been loved before.
I was stunned by how deep you were inside me, how full and stretched you made me feel, I could feel you fill me up and it was wonderful and terrible. I was shocked by how gentle and yet how strong you were with me. were so kind yet you commanded me. You made me open my body to you. You made me take you inside. You made me accept the fact that you were going to come inside me even though you could make me pregnant. , like a mother loves her son and, like a woman loves a man.”
“I love you too mom, more than I can ever tell you.”
“Yes, you kind of showed me that Saturday night. Boy do you know how to hit the right spots with your mouth and with that thing between your legs.” and she laughed. I pulled her into my arms and this time when I put my lips on hers she kissed me back. Not a kiss of passion, but of love. She pulled back, patted my arm and said “Now, go wash up and get ready for dinner.”
“I know what I’d really like to eat right now” I told her.
“I’ll bet you do” she said. “We’ll have to talk about that later. Set some rules so we don’t spiral out of control. Now go.”
“Mom ”
“Yes”
“Are you pregnant?”
A brief shadow of worry crossed her face and then she gave me a thin smile and said, “I don’t know Ryan. We won’t know for another few weeks. But, what’s done is done, there’s no going back. Go wash up, your dinners are almost ready.”
The End, or is it?