More time passed before Monica emerged, dressed in a short, black nightie. Like it did with Rachel, it rode up on her bulging belly, exposing her pure-white flesh and jet-black, furry pussy. Upon seeing my beautiful wife, my prick recovered from Rachel’s blowjob. Blood flowed back into my shaft when Monica’s scent hit me.
Straddling my legs, she sat down and held me close. Her eyes silently communicated how much she loved and cared for me.
Moving her face to the side to whisper in my ear, she said, “Sam, today is for you and your mother. It’s a special day for her, and I want you to shower her with affection. Show her the great love you have for her. Will you do that for me, honey?”
“Of course. Mom is responsible for all of us being together. We owe everything to her.” My wife and Mom were similar in that regard. They always prioritized the people close to them before their own interests.
Smiling in agreement, she rose and pulled me up to escort me to Mom’s bedroom. Opening the door revealed Mom dressed in the first blue nightie she wore in the kitchen. That morning was the first time I realized I wanted to make love to my mother.
Rachel stood at her side and smiled wide while my lust rapidly rose.
“Happy Anniversary, Sam. The last seven months have been wonderful,” Mom cheerfully announced. Monica took her place on the other side of Mom. Mom reached over and rubbed her hands over both of their distended abdomens. “And a productive seven months too.”
My prick hardened, reliving the memories of when she first wore the blue nightie. Stepping up to her, she pulled me close for a kiss. Wrapping her hand around my cock, she uttered, “I guess this old nightie still performs the way I imagined it would.”
“The memory of the first time you wore it is as fresh as the day it happened.”
Clinging tight to each other, we openly displayed our incestuous love. Mom released me and pushed me back while stroking my rock-hard cock.
Thinking we were going to make love, she surprised me when she commanded, “Sam, you need to know how to please your growing women without putting pressure on their sensitive bellies.”
She looked at Rachel and nodded her head. My aunt smiled when she turned around and leaned down on the bed, resting on her elbows. Spreading her legs presented her glistening pussy. She was wet from the blow job she had given me. Mom displayed the look I’ve come to recognize when she wants me to please someone she loves.
Wasting no time, I ran my hands up and down Rachel’s smooth legs. Even though she had put weight on with the baby, her legs were toned and perfect, as I remembered the first time we made love. Positioning my large head into her slot, I pushed into her tight sheath. She humped back, impaling me deep in her cavern. Running my hands around her sides, I held her enlarged belly while I pumped her hungry snatch.
I wondered if this would be like on my wedding night when I had to make the other women orgasm before I could get to the main event. Even with Rachel taking the edge off, my lust elevated my aroused state too fast. My excitement increased as my hands roamed over her large belly containing my child.
Sensing my arousal, Rachel leaned forward, which resulted in my prick popping out of her canal.
Looking at Mom, I saw she was nodding to Monica. “Perfect. Now you have to show your wife how a caring husband treats the mother of his child.”
Moving behind Monica’s upright lily-white legs, I didn’t wait for an invitation. Sliding my prick deep into Monica’s pussy caused her to groan when my balls slapped against her groin. Sliding my hands around her sides, I massaged her enlarged abdomen as I had done to Rachel.
My hands ceased roaming over her smooth skin when I felt our child kick. Slowing my pace, I sensually stroked her hot slot until our baby settled down. Her pussy throbbed along my shaft, escalating me toward a climax.
Monica mirrored Rachel’s actions and leaned forward, dislodging my slick prick. Mom pulled me to her and kissed me tenderly. “Perfect. You’re a quick learner. Do you remember the first time you uncovered me? For my gift, I want to relive that moment.”
Not taking her nightie off, she laid flat on the bed and held a pillow over her face. It wasn’t identical to our initial joining. Previously, a sheet concealed her body, but it was close enough for me.
Vividly recalling our first time, I ran my hands up her sexy legs. I wanted the dialogue to be as close as possible. “Your legs are perfect. So firm and smooth. Your flesh is so hot and firm.”
When Mom parted her legs, I advanced up her thighs, pushing her nightie higher. Leaning over, I kissed her firm thigh meat, sucking in chunks as I neared her sacred prize. In one quick motion, I flipped her nightie up on her stomach, exposing her hairy pussy. Mom groaned under the pillow, reliving the first time I had gazed at her treasure.
“Your hairy pussy is beautiful. It turns me on because this is exactly how I imagine my mother looks. You are so sexy, and your leaking pussy begs for attention.”
Sticking three fingers into my horny mother, I lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked in her hard nub. The unexpected assault on her sensitive pussy caused her to shake with a mini-orgasm. As soon as she relaxed, I kissed and sucked her firm flesh while I traveled up her smooth, tight belly.
Monica and Rachel pulled Mom’s nightie up and off her head, taking care to keep her face concealed. The breasts I had sucked on as a young child called for attention. As soon as I latched onto her stiff nipple, her hands wrapped around me to pull me tight.
Monica hoarsely whispered, “That’s it, honey. Suck your mother’s tits. Like you did as a baby. Bond with your mother again.”
Honoring my wife’s wishes, I nursed on my mother’s breasts, alternating between her soft globes. Leaving her heaving, stimulated breasts, I licked my way up to her succulent neck. Our sexual appetite for each was at a crescendo. When I removed the pillow, my lips met her open, inviting mouth. Her eyes flew open and locked onto mine as we melded our sweaty, hot bodies together.
Rachel leaned over and said, “It’s like the first time I saw you two together. There is no greater love than a mother shares with her son. Sam, it’s time to fuck your mother.”
Feeling Monica shift down the bed, it wasn’t long before her hand wrapped around my staff and positioned it at Mom’s entrance. We didn’t break our kiss or eye contact when my hard prick effortlessly slid into my mother’s warm sheath. Once fully embedded, I stopped moving, allowing us to enjoy our illicit joining. Although I had fucked my mother countless times before, it was always exciting to be balls deep in her tight pussy.
Several minutes passed before Monica and Rachel began running their hands over my backside.
“Fuck her, Sam. Give her the special love she craves from her son,” Monica soothingly whispered.
My precum-coated cock glided in and out of her slick channel. Mom released my mouth to take in more air. Her moans and groans were increasing, and I was afraid she might pass out from the pleasure like she did the first time. Increasing my pace, I slammed hard into her each time. Her pussy walls throbbed; her hard nipples bore into my chest.
We furiously fucked for what seemed like hours, but actually only a few minutes. Under normal circumstances, I like to lengthen our love-making sessions by allowing us to cool off before trying a different position. Not this time; neither of us wanted to prolong our impending orgasmic bliss. My fat cock scraped along her excited, slippery walls.
Mom screamed, “God, Sam. You’re fucking me good tonight. I need a hard pounding from my son; I’m horny for your fat cock. Fuck me, Motherfucker!”
“Your pussy is wet and tight, Mom. I love you so much. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as a lover and a mother.”
Monica gently stroked my ass in approval, witnessing the unbridled love I displayed for Mom.
Sensing we were close, my wife and aunt gripped each of Mom’s legs and raised them up and out. I remembered when Mom and Rachel did this to Monica on our wedding night and how turned on it made her.
Our panting became rapid and short while we rapidly drew to an orgasmic conclusion. With Mom’s legs spread out wide, my cock pushed in deeply, slamming against the back of her pussy on each stroke. Rachel and Monica turned and twisted Mom’s pelvis, stopping when Mom screamed with pleasure.
A guttural moan escaped Mom’s mouth when my cock located her sensitive g-spot. My hard prick sawed against her rough patch, escalating her excitement. Her pussy released slippery juice, coating my shaft. His hips bucked uncontrollably, meeting each of my strokes. Her breathing was out of control, rapidly approaching her orgasm.
Seconds away from my balls exploding, Monica gushed, “Melissa, it’s time. Your son’s cock is ready to blow. Tell him.”
Mom’s eyes silently communicated to Monica that she would have to explain. Mom pulled my head to hers, locking her eyes with mine while her tongue fucked my mouth as frantic at the same pace I pounded her pussy. With my arms wrapped around her back, I pulled her fat breasts into my chest, increasing our skin contact.
While holding Mom’s leg up and out, Monica leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Sam, the special occasion isn’t because of your seventh anniversary. It’s to celebrate you impregnating seven women.”
Counting back, it appeared I had planted a baby in our four clients. Rachel and my wife were five and six. I figured Lisa must have found out she was pregnant.
Pausing between strokes, I managed to ask, “So Lisa is already…”
Monica stopped me before I could continue. “We don’t know whether Lisa is pregnant. The seventh one is the woman you’re fucking at this moment. Your mother is carrying your baby. You’re celebrating the ultimate gift a mother and son can give each other.”
Mom’s eyes teared up with joy when she saw my joyful expression. At long last, I had impregnated my mother. My balls swelled with boiling-hot sperm. Blood filled my mushroom-shaped head, causing more contact with Mom’s sensitive pussy. Her over-stimulated body shook when her orgasm commenced. Mom’s gash clamped tight when she climaxed on my ejaculating cock.
We didn’t release our mouths or unlock our eyes while our bodies enjoyed completing our sinful connection. Mom’s pussy contracted more times than usual while I filled her hole with gushing jets of milky spunk.
Mom held on tight after I finished shooting my payload into her depths. Monica and Rachel moved Mom’s soft legs over mine. Locking her ankles together, she pulled me tight to her hot, sweaty body. I had no desire to extract my cum-soaked prick, deeply embedded in her soundly fucked slit. No words were spoken, conveying our love through our eyes.
Feeling the bed shift, I knew Monica and Rachel had extricated themselves from our bed. Hearing the doorknob click, I knew they had left and had no desire to interfere with the connection we would share for the rest of the night. Mom’s lustful face mirrored my own feelings. We weren’t going to sleep much tonight, celebrating the consequences of our illicit, incestuous relationship.