I ignored her jibe. Her panties were already off, so I began by unfastening her stockings from the garter straps. The sheer stockings looked just as sexy coming off as they did going on. The sight of Mom in that bustier was too much to resist. I backed her against the wall and lifted her by putting my hands under her ass.
Mom giggled but wrapped her legs around my waist. “Gary, you’re just as bad as Brad.”
“Maybe,” I admitted. I drove the length of my cock into her with one stroke. I was overexcited and didn’t last more than a few minutes. Mom didn’t cum, but she didn’t mind. She thought my lingerie fetish was funny. When I put her down she quickly took off the bustier.
Back out in the room, Brad was on top of Jessica, fucking wildly. Her had her arms pinned to the mattress. “Y’all go ahead without us,” he rumbled in his deep voice. “We’ll be a while.”
Jess giggled. “Yeah, a while.”
It was still raining, so we put on jeans and t-shirts and grabbed an umbrella. We left to give them privacy, not that they were paying any attention to us anyway.
Mom and I walked hand-in-hand down the boardwalk. The rain kept most people inside, but the little waves still rolled in and the sound of the rain on the umbrella was relaxing. We huddled closely together beneath it as we walked. Mom seemed to be deep in thought. “Do you think Brad will marry Jessica, Gary?” she asked, apropos of nothing.
“Maybe,” I answered. “He hasn’t mentioned anything to me though.”
She stopped and looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m glad we’re already married, honey,” she said, “because I have something to tell you. I think I’m pregnant!” She jumped against me and threw her arms around my neck to give me a long kiss.
Pregnant?! Fuck! My head spun and my knees wobbled. I sat down hard on a nearby bench, and Mom went down with me.
“I knew you’d be excited!” she giggled, terribly misreading my reaction.
“Y-you’re not on birth control?” I asked pitifully.
She laughed. “Obviously not, dummy. Mark got a vasectomy after I got pregnant with you. I’ve never used birth control in my life.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
Mom shrugged. “I was so carried away the first time that I didn’t think of it, and after that it just didn’t seem important, you know? Besides, I knew you’d be as happy about it as me.” She kissed me again.
“Are you sure?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t.
“No, but I felt this same way when Mark knocked me up.” A far-away dreamy look passed over her face. “You know I married your dad when I was 16 because I was pregnant. He was 20 and accepted responsibility like a man, and took care of me and you. You’re ready to do the same, aren’t you, Gary? I mean, we’ll stay married, right?”
“But we’re not really married,” I argued.
She smiled sweetly. “To me we are. We’ve been married all week and this has been the best week of my life. For the first time in my life I’m in love. You opened my eyes, honey. I love you so much.” Again she kissed me.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. My Mom had gone off the deep end! She wanted me to be her husband and the father to our incestuous child! Shit, shit, shit! Frantically trying to get her to see reality, I asked, “What about Dad?”
“I’ll find him another woman,” she blithely said. “It won’t be hard. My friend Tina likes him a lot, and I kind of think his secretary is in love with him already.”
“Mom,” I desperately whispered in her ear, “we can’t have a baby!”
She giggled. “Too late. I’m pretty sure we have one on the way.”
“But it’s wrong,” I groaned.
“I know,” she giggled again and humped her pussy against my leg. “It’s so kinky and hot! Take me back to the hotel. I want to celebrate.”
I let her pull me to my feet and lead me back to the hotel. I was too dazed and confused to resist.
When we got to our room, Jessica and Brad were getting dressed. “Why are you back so soon?” Jess asked.
“We decided to come back to celebrate,” Mom answered.
“Celebrate what?”
“I might be pregnant.”
Jess squealed and hugged Mom. They hopped up and down together with excitement.
“I didn’t know you were trying for a baby!” Jessica said. “No wonder y’all fuck like minks.” She and Mom giggled.
Brad shook my hand. “Nice job, dude,” he congratulated me with a grin. “You must be happy.”
Terrified was more like it. But Mom needed me. I couldn’t expect Dad to be a father to a baby that wasn’t his. I had to take responsibility like he did 18 years earlier. “I’m ecstatic,” I lied.
Mom heard that and jumped me. She kissed me over and over while our friends laughed.
I gave in and went to crazy-land with Mom. Planting a baby in her belly was definitely a kinky thrill. A super-hot kinky thrill. I yanked off our jeans, and rolled on top of her. “Let’s make sure you’re pregnant,” I growled with lust.
Mom giggled and nodded. “Do it, Gary. Be my stud.”
Fucking to breed seemed totally different than fucking for fun. The intent electrified me. I had a vision of Mom’s belly growing and her tits swelling with milk. For the first time I understood why some men want to keep their women barefoot and pregnant. If I knocked up my gorgeous mom, it meant I was her alpha male. Me. The feeling of power was intoxicating.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, doing everything we could to insure that Mom was knocked up with my baby.
When Jessica and Brad got back from dinner at 7pm, she wrinkled her nose and laughed, “It smells like pure sex in here.”
Mom and I were resting, sprawled naked on our bed. Our bodies were slick with sweat and Mom’s pussy leaked cum. Her hand slowly stroked my tired cock, trying to coax it to another stand. We didn’t try to cover up. Our friends had already seen everything this week. “Sorry about the stink,” I apologized.