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“This is your last chance,” Mazie said. Mazie was my best friend. Her son, Terry was the same age as my son, Danny.

“You tell me the same thing every month,” I said as I poured her another cup of coffee.

“Some month it’s gonna be true. If it already isn’t true.”

“What are you saying?” For the first time, I was scared.

Mazie took a sip and hesitated before saying, “Well … you don’t even know if YOU can get pregnant anymore. It might not just be Mel. It’s been so long.”

“I still get my periods. On time, every month. And the doctor said I was still fertile.”

“Even so,” Mazie said. She raised her eyebrows.

It suddenly dawned on me she was right. Melvin and I had been trying desperately forever. Even more desperately these last five years since the accident that left him paralyzed, his legs useless and withered. We both wanted a child, but I suspected that having a second would make him feel more alive and vital once again.

“We tried normally a lot and then it’s been the in vitro that never worked, and now it’s going to be artificial insemination for the third and last time. Mazie, maybe you’re right.” I slumped into the chair at the kitchen table. Mazie got that look you get when you see a hurt you can’t heal, but want to try anyway.

“I’m sure it’s gonna work this time, Jan. I got a good feeling. I’m betting in two weeks or so you’ll be expecting again and all this talk will be something we’ll laugh about.”

She patted my hand and rubbed my arm to comfort me, but I didn’t feel any comfort. All of a sudden, lots of things I never said before were streaming out: “It’s Mel. It’s pitiful. It was pitiful before, but now, after the accident …”

“It can’t be that—”

“It’s worse than you think. It’s worse than even I let myself believe. The sex between us was never any good. Mel never cared about my needs or maybe he didn’t know what my needs were, or what any woman’s needs were. And since he’s been paralyzed, he can barely keep an erection, if that’s what you want to call that semi-hard thing, for more than a minute. I have to place him on the bed, get on top and jam my hips down as fast as I can to try and harvest the few drops of whatever drips out of him.”

“Jan, that’s the actual sex. But, you’re going to do the artificial insemination again. That’s got to work.”

“You should see the little watery stain Mel delivers into that specimen jar. Any rational person would know it’s not enough in volume or potency to get me pregnant. I’ve got just the opposite problem with Danny. I keep having to pick gooey tissues off his floor. What does he think, that I figure he’s blowing his nose 100 times a day?”

“Hey, he just turned 18. If you don’t have all the ammunition in the world at that age, you never will. Too bad he couldn’t lend his father some of that rocket fuel. That young, and an athlete in tremendous condition—his sperm count is probably off the charts!”

“Off the charts,” I whispered.

Danny was my only child, and his 18th birthday was just last week. He was, at the same time, a joy and a headache. He was bright and handsome and well built from constant exercise. But, he was rebellious and argumentative. He wanted things his own way and was stubborn like his father.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just thinking this whole thing over. It’s funny how here I am trying to get pregnant, and I’m constantly warning Danny NOT to get a girl in trouble. You know how boys are at that age.”

“Yeah. They got one thing on their minds, and that thing is between a girl’s legs. They’ll fuck anyone who’s the least bit willing. They’ll prey on the slightest sign of weakness.”

I’d heard Mazie use the word “fuck” before, but I had never associated it with my own son.

“Danny looks exactly like father,” she said.

“Yeah, it’s amazing. But, that’s a family characteristic. All the men, going back generations, are carbon copies. It must be some super dominant genetic trait, or something.”

“We won’t know for many years with Danny, after college and meeting the right girl and getting married and everything. And this generation is waiting until their thirties to ever start a family. A long time,” Mazie mused as she finished her coffee.

“Maybe not,” I whispered again, my non-seeing eyes on the window, but my inner vision in deep thought over a wild idea that almost bubbled to the surface of my consciousness.

She got up and said, “I don’t know what the answer is. I wish I could have been more help.”

“Maybe you helped more than you know,” I said and hugged her goodbye.

*******************

“Where’s Dan?” Melvin demanded.

“He’s at football practice. You know that.”

“How do suppose I can keep track of what goes on outside this damned hospital?”

“It’s a recuperation facility, Mel. It’s beautiful here.”

My husband had his fourth unsuccessful spinal operation and was rehabbing yet again. I didn’t blame him for being in a foul mood, but it didn’t make it any easier to take.

“You’d think he’d want to visit his father once in a while. That’s all.”

“You two always find something to fight about. I’m sure he’ll come soon.”

“Did he start applying to colleges like I told him to?”

“Not quite yet,” I said. Danny kept saying he wasn’t going to college. He didn’t see why he should waste four years. I tried to persuade him, but it was no use. I had nothing in my power to get him to do it.

“Jennifer, you do whatever it takes to get that boy on the right track. You hear me?”

“Anyway, today’s not a good day for him to be here. I’ve brought the specimen cups for you to use. I’m ovulating tomorrow and we’re trying again.” I dug into my bag and showed him one of the two identical cup. They had screw top lids and his ID info typed on labels stuck to the sides. The clinic, because of Melvin’s condition, had allowed me to deliver his “sample” myself.

“At least if I knock you up one last time, it’ll prove I’m still a man,” he growled, the bitterness of his voice biting through me.

“Knocking me up” echoed in my brain. It made it seem so cheap, and useless.

“I’ll leave you alone while you fill that,” I said.

“NO!”

“What?”

“I want you to do it for me. And I want you to use your mouth to get me hard.”

“Mel, you know I don’t do that.” It was true; something had always kept me from performing oral sex. It just seemed so gross, so wrong to me.

“I should have known you have no compassion. Not even any pity. Not even after all I’ve been through. Even though you were driving the night of the accident that caused this.”

Again with the guilt. I’d do anything to get rid of it. Maybe that was part of the driving force behind trying to get pregnant again.

“Here, you close your eyes and I’ll do the rest.” I approached, and mercifully he complied.

It took five minutes for him to get an “erection” and then another minute before I caught a thin, weak issue of a few drops of clear liquid. My mouth at its driest could spit more than that. I had no hope this would get me pregnant.

Out in the car, Danny sat looking at his phone. He didn’t even glance up as I slid behind the wheel.

“Did dear ol’ Dad mention me?”

Danny wouldn’t come in to see his father. It had nothing to do with my task. They just didn’t see eye to eye any more. Before the accident, Melvin was proud of his son and his athletic abilities so much like his own. Now, I felt he was jealous of Danny’s perfect body, always comparing his own withered limbs against his son’s strong and fully-functioning legs.

The years of jealousy and scorn had turned their relationship sour, and even though it might have been my imagination, I think that Danny actually rubbed his superiority in his father’s face at any chance he got. He countered his father’s bitter sternness by showing him he could do things his father couldn’t.

“Did you get what you came for?” Danny asked, giving a spiteful little laugh.

“Yes,” I sighed. “We have to get it to the clinic so they can care for it until tomorrow, when I go for the procedure.”

“Tell me you really think it’ll work this time. You’re dreaming! You’re delusional!”

“Danny, don’t talk like that.”

“Come off it, Mom. He has no chance of getting you pregnant. Not in a hundred years. If I were you, I’d give up. Or, at least go to another plan.” He still hadn’t looked up from his phone.

I sat there staring ahead, knowing what he had said was true. That’s when four recent thoughts came together:

1. Another plan

2. Gooey tissues

3. Off the charts

4. Rocket fuel

I didn’t know if I was crazy, desperate, or desperately crazy. I didn’t even know if I could say the words I knew I had to say.

“Danny, you like kids, don’t you?”

“Mom, we talked this over before. You know I’d like a little brother or sister. You know that. That’s not the problem.”

“I know that, but … in the future do you think you’d want a child of your own?”

“I’d sure be a better dad than Dad. I’d treat them right.” This time he looked up and his blue eyes met my brown eyes squarely, and I knew what he said came from his heart.

“Danny, I’m going to say something, and you can say ‘no’ and I’ll understand. It’s something that is going to shock you.”

“Mom, you’re the most unshocking person I know. I don’t think you’re going to shock me very much.”

I didn’t even know how to begin. I couldn’t just come out and say what I wanted to say directly. “Danny, I know you have a lot of energy. A real lot of extra energy that you have to let out at times.”

“What are you talking about, Mom?”

This was sooo awkward. “You know I clean your room on a regular basis and throw various debris and clutter away.” I was sounding like an idiot.

“So? You want me to keep my room cleaner with my extra energy? Just say it then.”

I took a deep breath. “No, that’s not what I mean. I guess by energy I mean sexual energy.”

“Oh, you mean the tissues?”

He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. “Yes, that’s what I mean.”

“That’s just on the weekend, after our games. I don’t jerk off during the week so I stay strong for the game on Friday night.”

Today was Wednesday. Hence, I didn’t notice any tissues for a while.

“How would you feel if instead of a tissue, you did some good with that energy?”

“I don’t get it?” He looked confused.

“Maybe this is a real bad idea,” I said. “Forget it.”

“No, Mom. What are you saying?”

I pulled out the clinic cup, the extra one. I couldn’t find any words to say, and just held it there. We both looked at it for maybe the longest fifteen seconds in history.

It was Danny who spoke first. “You want me to fill this?”

Before answering, I thought back to Melvin’s pathetic effort, and the word “fill” almost made me laugh. But, it made me remember about a month ago when I was passing Danny’s room and heard his groaning. I peeked in just in time to see him ejaculating into a wad of tissues in his hand. Four or five thick cables of sperm gushed from his fist. I had quickly retreated before he was done. For a week I felt guilty over invading his privacy.

But now I wondered if he could indeed fill it.

“I know I’m asking you something no mother ever should. But, it would probably save our marriage and—”

“You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Well, yes—technically. It’s my last chance. I really feel that, Danny, or I wouldn’t put you in this situation.”

He took the cup from my hand and asked, “They got a rest room in there?”

I nodded. He got out of the car and I watched his 5’9″ 170 pound body jog to the clinic. I was numb, not knowing what to feel.

A few minutes later, he walked back to the car and handed me the cup. Then I knew what to feel: disappointed. It was empty.

“Before he looked at his phone he said, “I thought about it and decided this wasn’t the right way to do things.”

**********************

The ride to the clinic was in silence.

I felt like a stupid fraud when I delivered Melvin’s “sperm.” The technician tried not to react when she surveyed the contents, but I saw her eyes widen, and the sad look she gave me betrayed her thoughts.

“We’ll see you at nine tomorrow morning,” she said, a note of false optimism in her voice.

The ride home was also in silence. Danny and his damned phone. I guess he couldn’t care less about the situation I was in. I had given him the option to say no and he did. I shouldn’t be as angry as I was. But—I was! I was angry at Melvin, and I was angry at Danny.

I slammed the car door and went to the kitchen to start dinner.

Danny came in and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Mom.”

“Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Why don’t you go to your room or watch TV or look at that damned phone—or something. I need to be alone.”

I didn’t want to sound angry, or to be angry, but I failed on both counts. I was angry at Danny for not going along with my plan, and I was angry at myself for asking a young boy to make a life changing impossible decision.

“Don’t be mad, Mom.”

I put down the knife I had been using and turned to him. “I’m not mad, Danny. Just frustrated. Come give mom a hug.” I spread my arms wide.

He got up and took me in his arms. We were about the same height. I rested my head on his shoulder and teared up. “I was wrong to ask you what I did today. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Mom. I think it was a good plan.”

He must have been saying that to make me feel better. “Lucky one of us had some common sense today. Right kiddo?”

“I STILL think it’s a good plan.”

Now that confused me. The plan was over. The procedure was set. I was going to get my treatment tomorrow when I ovulated.

Danny sensed my confusion and held me at arms length.

“Mom, when I got to the rest room today and looked at that cold, plastic bottle you gave me. I knew it was wrong. That’s not the way your baby should be conceived.”

“I’m not following you,” I said.

“I didn’t decide I didn’t want you to have my baby. I decided that wasn’t the WAY I wanted to do it.”

“Danny. We can’t have you go into the clinic and give your sample there. We could never let anyone know. So today was the perfect chance to make the switch.”

“But, Mom, I know a way where there will be no switch.” He smiled and hugged me close.

He whispered in my ear, “Mom, I want to make love to you.”

“DANNY!”

“Think about it. It would be perfect. You’re at your most fertile and I’ve saved up four days of cum! You would get pregnant for sure. Admit it!”

He sounded so sure and so excited over his “plan.” I had thought I was going to shock him that afternoon, but he outdid me by a mile. I was more than shocked. I was speechless.

I tried to push him away, but he held me tight with those strong arms of his. Here we were, a 40-year-old mother and her 18-year-old son in an embrace in the middle of the kitchen.

“Just think, Mom, tomorrow you’re going to get pregnant. Finally pregnant. After all this time, pregnant. Say something, Mom!”

“NO!” That’s the only word I could think of so I said it again: “NO!”

“But it’s the perfect plan. Dad would think it’s his baby. It would look just like him because we look so much alike. He would never know. He would be happy and probably let up on you and me. And you would be happy with another child.”

“NO! Let’s pretend you never even suggested anything like that, young man! NO! I don’t want to hear another word about it.”

“And doing it the natural way would increase the chances by a lot. You see how much I cum, Mom!”

“We’re NOT going to have this discussion.”

“I know you were watching me when I jerked off that time. I could see you looking in. You were in my bureau mirror. You watched the whole time. Did you see how much cum there was? And that was the second time that day. Just think how much four day’s worth will be. You’ll get pregnant for sure.”

“Danny, a mother and son can’t have sex. That’s called incest, and it’s wrong.”

“We’re doing it once for a specific purpose. We’re doing something for a few minutes that will make our family happy for the rest of our lives. What’s wrong with that? Think of the big picture!”

He was throwing my own line back at me. I always told him that when he was making decisions.

“Aren’t you embarrassed to even think of doing something like that with your own mother. And not only that … I’m so much older than you. Don’t you only think of girls your own age when you do that to yourself … masturbate?”

“You’d be surprised who I think of the most.”

“Danny …”

“It’s Mrs. Walker.”

“MAZIE WALKER? My best friend? Your best friend’s mother? She’s older than I am by 8 years! She’s almost 50!”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to fuck her for about five years now. She’s got that great body and that grey hair and those big boobs too.”

“I can’t believe you!” This was another shock. Hearing that my son wanted to have sex with my best friend. She was a beautiful and sexy woman, I had to admit. But, dignified and modest. “I don’t think it’s right for you to have filthy thoughts about Mrs. Walker.” I tried to sound stern.

“Oh, they’re not filthy thoughts. Just us having oral sex and her riding on top of me mostly. That’s the one that gets me the most. Her on top of me.”

Danny was speaking so matter of fact like. He could have been telling me what was on TV that night.

“That’s enough of this, Danny. It can’t happen and that’s that. Your father is the only man I’ve loved and the only man I’ve ever had sex with. And that’s how it is and how it will be in the future.”

“All I’m asking is that you think about it. All the sperm I have inside of me here,” he grabbed his crotch, “think about if it was deep inside you. You know you would get pregnant. Admit it.”

His suggestion did make me think about it and admit to myself that all that sperm would indeed impregnate me.

“All we have to do is get it from here,” Danny repeated grabbing his crotch, “to here.” He rubbed his hand against my lower belly. “And there’s one sure way of doing that.”

“And that way is OUT. Forbidden!”

“A few minutes. That’s all. Think about it.”

“No.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it.”

“No.”

“We have this one shot at this, Mom. It’s perfect. The clinic will think they did it. Dad will think he did it. We’ll have a new baby to love. And only we’ll know the truth.”

“This discussion is closed,” I said.

“Just promise you’ll think about it. Take all the positive things I said about it and think about them. A few minutes versus a whole lifetime of happiness. And, us having another life in this world we can love.”

That jolted me. Another life. A baby to love. The most wonderful thing in all the world. This was my last chance—

“It can’t happen, Danny. That’s the end.”

“You said you had only made love to Dad and you loved him. Well, I love you, Mom. And you love me. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

“It counts as the love between a mother and son, not the love between a man and a woman. A man and a woman feel a special excitement for each other’s bodies. There’s a passion there that isn’t present with a mother and son.”

“That’s only because we haven’t appreciated each other, naked that is. I can tell you got a great body, Mom. When you’re in your bathing suit, you look great. All the guys kid me about what a beautiful mother I have.”

Suddenly, I wondered if I was in any of Danny’s friends’ fantasies.

“Danny, after a certain age, a mother and her son shouldn’t see each other naked. It’s a private thing for lovers only.”

“And, that’s just it. We should be lovers tomorrow. To make a baby. It would work. You have to admit it. What would happen if all my cum shot deep inside you, Mom? What would happen?” He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes and posed that very question again, “What would happen if I came inside you tomorrow?”

Whether it was the tension of the day, the fatigue, the emotions … I don’t know, but my answer, swimming up from my subconscious blurted out: “I would get pregnant.”

“Think about THAT, Mom,” Danny said as he left the kitchen.

*****************************

“It’s my own fault,” I said to myself.

I was getting ready to shower. Dinner had taken place without any mention of the taboo subject. Much to my relief. Maybe it would all be an uncomfortable thing in the past.

I couldn’t help blaming myself though. If I hadn’t made my original request, Danny never would have even started thinking in the baby-making direction. Especially the part about making love to his mother.

I had stripped off all my clothes in my bedroom, and before I could put on my robe, I heard a slight noise behind me. I whirled just in time to see Danny taking a snapshot with his phone. A photo of his naked mother.

“DANNY!”

“You look beautiful, Mom. What a great body you have!”

“Delete that this second!” I had whipped my robe on and tied it tighter than I usually did.

“Have a good shower, Mom.”

Danny left and I sat down on the bed. Shocked yet again. My teenaged son now had seen his mother naked.

My phone beeped and I found I had two texts. Both from my son, and both photos. One was of me facing away. The caption said “Great ass, Mom!” The other was when I turned around. There was a surprised look on my face. The caption read “I’m glad you don’t shave, Mom!”

The black triangle of my full bush was evident.

I didn’t know what to think any more. I replayed what we had said and about our bodies and the line between a man and a woman and a mother and son. Perhaps Danny was trying to blur that line.

I showered and got into bed. Sleep wouldn’t come to me in the darkened room, lit only by a nightlight. I started thinking. Thinking thoughts I would have imagined impossible just hours before.

One image that kept coming back to me was of Mazie Walker. She was naked and on top of Danny. Her face was smiling and obviously enjoying herself. I couldn’t believe I was visualizing my son fucking. Yes, fucking. He was my son and I was replaying his own fantasy. That image was stuck in my head.

It was stuck in my head until I heard the word “Mom.”

My eyes flew open and saw my son next to my bed. He was naked and lighted dimly.

“I studied your photos for a long time, Mom. At first you looked just like my Mom. But then, something happened. I saw you as a beautiful and sexy woman.”

“Danny, shut up. Shut Up! You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know a real woman when i see one. Mom, you have such a great body. Those tits are as good as magazine models. I’ve seen your bras: 38D. Just right. And you’re in such good shape from all the exercise and watching your weight. Only Dad and I know how good you look. And he doesn’t appreciate it.”

“Leave this room right now.”

“It’s only fair you see me too,” he said disregarding my order. “I’m in good shape too. Don’t you think?”

Danny’s body almost glowed in the low light. His chest was covered with muscle and his abs were defined without being obnoxious. His thighs bulged with muscle and his calves swelled with every step he took. He was approaching my bed.

“Go to bed, Danny. I’m warning you. You’re going to be in big trouble.” As I said this, my eyes drifted to his waist—and below. My son’s penis dangled as he walked. But something was happening. It started to twitch and then grow. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

By the time he had gotten to my bedside, it was almost fully erect.

“Danny, you should be ashamed of yourself, parading around like this in front of your mother.”

Now the head of it was swelling. It was fully erect. And it was magnificent. Much bigger—longer and thicker than his father’s.

“Look what you did to me, Mom. Look what thinking about you did to me.”

“Danny,” I said, never taking my eyes off the tip of my son’s cock. Was there a glint of liquid on the tip? It was hard to tell in this light. Finally I said, “You have to leave. Right now before you do something you’ll be sorry for.”

“I’m not going to do anything, Mom. That’s for tomorrow. That’s when we’re going to do something. Something important. That’s when we’re going to make a baby. Make it right here.” He stepped close and tapped the bed.

“Danny. Go,” I whispered. The head of my son’s cock was now just a foot from my face. I could smell something, something musky and heady and strong. I was smelling my son’s lubricating fluids. It was clear they were leaking from the depths of that throbbing shaft.

He took another small step forward and I instinctively put a hand up against his hipbone to stop him. He didn’t offer any resistance, but gently placed his hand on mine. He backed up and inch, freeing my hand from his hip, and guided my palm to his hot penis.

I should have immediately recoiled, but didn’t. Danny closed his hand around mine and put pressure on his cock. He slowly thrust his hips back and forth a few times.

I was paralyzed by the audacity of the act and the electric feel of a real rock-hard cock in my hand, so different from his father’s earlier in the day. I couldn’t pull away and I couldn’t speak.

“How is that going to feel inside you tomorrow, Mom? My cock will reach deep when I cum and make you pregnant.” He took his hand away, and to my horror, mine stayed and even gave his cock a slow pump before I woke up to what I had done. My hand flew off his cock.

“How dare you!” I said.

“Tomorrow” was all he said as he left. I watched his taut and muscular butt as he walked away.

I looked at my palm; it was shiny and slick with precum. I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It had been so long since I was with a virile male. My body was remembering things I didn’t know I had forgotten.

I dipped my hand down to my crotch. My son wasn’t the only one whose body was producing.

My panties were soaked.

**********************

I hardly got any sleep. I kept having that image of Mazie riding Danny. Then, because Danny had mentioned oral sex, I pictured Mazie on her knees in front of my son, sucking his penis.

Then, I guess because he had been so close to me, I envisioned myself inching forward and taking my own son’s penis into my mouth.

I couldn’t believe it. That had always disgusted me in the past, and there I was fantasizing about it. I kept shaking my head “no” and trying to banish the thought. Thankfully, sleep finally came to me well after 3 a.m.

Mazie, that same Mazie, was taking me to the clinic while Danny was in school. She came over just as he was leaving.

“Hi, Mrs. Walker,” he said and walked over to give her a hug. She was shorter than me and dressed in her “uniform”—a denim shirt with snaps that did little to conceal her big breasts, and jeans. She and her husband had owned a small horse ranch. Since he passed away, she and her son, Terry, did all the chores and kept it going. All the physical labor kept her in remarkable condition.

Danny looked at me over her shoulder as he hugged her and smiled. His confession about his “go to” jerk off dream made him look to me in a conspiratorial way.

I avoided his glance as best I could, but that didn’t stop me from feeling a little bit ashamed about my previous night’s imaginings. And, there was another feeling, something that surprised me: jealousy. I was jealous of Mazie being in my son’s arms.

He rubbed her back and she didn’t resist, and maybe even snuggled a little.

“I’m off to school,” Danny said. “Good luck, Mom. I have a very good feeling about today. You’re definitely going to get pregnant today!” He smiled at me in a knowing way that made me think this wasn’t over by a long shot.

“You’ve got a regular hunk there, Jen.”

“What?” Mazie had broken me out of my thoughts about how to handle Danny and his preposterous proposition.

“Danny,” Mazie continued. “He’s so handsome, and what a body! He’s all muscle.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You don’t see it because you’re his mother. I bet all the girls just drool over your sexy son. I don’t mind saying so myself—he’s yummy!”

I looked at Mazie like she was crazy, but I knew now, after last night, that she was right. My son was a stud, with a body built for sex and a cock to match. He had partially accomplished what he had wanted: he blurred the line between mother and son … and man and woman. I could now appreciate him as a man. Not that that made any difference about my decision to nix his plan.

“If I were younger, and he were older, and he liked older women, and so on and so on,” she said, then sighed.

“How long has it been … since Bill died?”

“You really mean how long has it been since I’ve had sex! Bill passed away seven years ago, so there smarty-pants, now you know. You probably think I’m a sexually frustrated old broad who needs a good fuck.”

“Mazie, I didn’t mean to—”

She laughed, and said, “And you’d be right!” She laughed again. “But, running the ranch alone and raising a son—alone—takes up all my excess energy. Still, holding a young virile buck like that gets the juices flowing again and wakes things up, if you know what I mean.”

“You know, Danny’s always had a crush on you.” I didn’t know why I was sharing this with her. It was all so confusing. Maybe I wanted to redirect his interests and intentions.

“Really? He’s just like my own son to me. I mean we’re known each other forever. But, now that you mention it, I do catch him watching me once in a while. I wonder what he’s thinking?”

I knew exactly what he was thinking, but wasn’t about to share that. “Hey, he’s 18 now and legal and can make up his own mind.”

“Are you saying …?”

“All I’m saying is that he’s a big boy now and can make big boy decisions.”

Mazie shook her head in puzzlement.

She drove me to the clinic and they clinically did their best. They tried to be encouraging, but when I pressed them on my chances, they said very low, a couple of percent chance of success at best. You know what that means: another failure. All because of Melvin’s lousy nonexistent sperm.

*************************

I spent the afternoon dozing, probably catching up on the sleep I had missed.

I also spent the time coming to the realization that it was all over. I would never get pregnant again. That was the new reality and I just had to live with it.

No more false hope, no more disappointments with Melvin, no more costly procedures. It all had to be in the past now.

Danny got home from football practice in the late afternoon. I hadn’t even thought about dinner.

“Why don’t we order a pizza, nice and easy,” he suggested.

A half hour later, we were eating sausage and mushroom at the kitchen table.

“How did it go today?” he asked casually. It was the first time either of us mentioned the elephant in the room.

“Really well,” I lied. “They’re really optimistic.”

“Come on, Mom. Be truthful with me. I’m part of this family too, you know.”

I looked down at the piece of pizza in my hand for a long time, then said, “All right. They’re not very hopeful. There wasn’t enough to make the chances very good. Danny, you have to understand now that you’ll never have a brother or a sister. That’s just how it is.”

“Mom, you have to open your mind to the possibilities. You KNOW if we made love tonight you would get pregnant. You KNOW that!”

“Danny, OK! I DO know that! But it wouldn’t make it right. It wouldn’t make it natural. When I suggested using your sperm, that was one thing. You would have been a donor. And even if we did have a child that way, we would have still been mother and son. What you’re suggesting crosses a line that would redefine our relationship for the rest of our lives.”

“So let’s redefine it. What would be so bad. We would be mother and son, but added to that we would be the parents of a kid we would both love. You know we would love that child. And Dad would feel more like a man again instead of decaying like he is.”

I had been only thinking of the sex act between us, not the results of a pregnancy. It would be so nice to have a baby in the house again.

“I’ve been through enough today, Danny. At the clinic—”

“Yeah, the clinic. The cold bright clinic that has no humans in it. Only technicians with their white coats and fake smiles. Picture what they did to you today, all nice and tidy and antiseptic and not caring at all. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. After you remember that scene, picture me, and real human being on top of you, a real woman, and me pumping about a quart of hot cum deep inside you! Mom! That’s how it should be done, and that’s how we can do it tonight!

I sat there with my mouth open. I had nothing to say.

Danny got up quickly. “I’m taking a shower. Think about it, Mom. Think about it. This is your only chance. Your last chance.”

I thought about it. All of it. And the one image that wouldn’t leave was of my son pumping his sperm into me.

*****************************

I heard Danny finish his shower, gave him some time to get to his room, and then took mine.

I let the hot water try to soak all the pain and indecision and guilt and sadness away. Of course, it didn’t work.

In my bedroom, I was about to put on some panties and a robe. That’s when i heard “Mom.”

I turned and there was Danny … naked. And, here I was … naked.

We had both seen each other naked in the last day, but this is the first time it was in the same room, at the same time.

“Danny! You have to leave. You can’t invade my privacy like this! We can’t be here … like this … naked together.”

I made a grab for my robe, but Danny was too quick. He turned me to face him and held me tightly by the wrists. I could writhe and struggle, but couldn’t turn my front away from him.

“Mom, it would be so easy. Right now. Just let’s get on the bed and make a baby. So easy.”

I struggled some more, and noticed his eyes were on my breasts as they swayed and jiggled with every movement. My nipples were rock hard from the emotions and the movements.

“Mom, you’re beautiful. And your body is ready to make a baby. You know it! Let me make you pregnant. Look how close we are to it. Just a few inches away. What’s in my balls just has to travel from here,” he grabbed his testicles, “to here,” he boldly reached out and cupped my crotch, pressing on my pubic hair.

“DANNY!” I screamed as I slapped his face with my freed hand.

He wrapped his arm around me and pinned my arm by my side and pulled me tight against him.

“Mom, you know all that we talked about today makes perfect sense. We’ve seen each other naked. You have to admit we’re not just mother and son any more. Our bodies are turned on by each other. We’re man and woman too.”

And with that, he lowered his head and his mouth took in my right nipple.

“NOOO!” I cried. “STOP!”

His mouth sucked, and a jolt went through my whole body.

“Stop, please stop,” I said.

I felt his rough tongue swirl around and around.

“Danny, this is so wrong. You don’t know what you’re doing. You may think it’s right, but it isn’t.”

His answer was to switch to the other nipple.

“AHHHH!” I exhaled everything in my lungs.

He tried to kiss me, but I violently turned my head back and forth. I could feel the heat from his body as he held me tight.

I could feel something else. Between us he had trapped his penis. It was now throbbing and fully erect. It hugged against my body from my vagina to my navel.

“I have to sit,” I said. I had become dizzy with all the effort and the situation. “I have to sit, Danny. Please.”

There must have been something in my voice that told him to go along with my request. He released me and pushed me back until I could lower myself to a seated position on the bed. He never let go of my hands.

I had my eyes closed and my head lowered.

“Danny, this has gone too far. I told you all the reasons why this is wrong, why we could never do this, why we could NEVER be ready to do this.”

Danny guided my hand and suddenly it was encircling his penis. I had my son’s red hot cock in my palm.

My eyes flew open and saw a string of precum stretching towards the floor.

“You know what that is, Mom? That’s lubrication. To help lubricate your pussy.” Quicker than I could react to, he reached between my legs and ran a finger alone my vaginal slit.

“DANNY!”

“Look, Mom,” he said as he held up his finger. It was shiny and wet. He rubbed his thumb against it and little gooey strands showed how thick that fluid was. “You know what this is? Lubrication. Admit it our bodies are ready.”

Danny forced my hand back and forth, pumping his cock.

“Look how excited and ready I am, Mom.” He took his hand away, and again, mine remained of its own hypnotic will.

I squeezed gently and a new flood oozed out of the dark hole at its tip. My eyes wouldn’t leave it. I pumped again in a long stroke, and got more of a reward from my son’s depths.

“Mom. You need this. I know it’s been a long time. You need to feel like a woman again. A woman that a man desires. You can see how you make me feel. I can tell from your body that you need this. Not only to get pregnant, but as a woman.”

“Danny, I admit my body is responding, but that’s not what makes us human. That’s the animal nature in us. We can’t let that rule us. We have to be able to balance all the factors and come up with a decision.”

“OK, Mom.”

“Danny, please don’t force this.”

“Will you promise to think about it with an open mind?” he asked.

“Yes, but I need to be alone for a while.”

“I’ll be in my room.”

And with that, my naked son left his naked mom.

*******************************

For the first ten minutes after Danny left, I paced the floor and tried to calm down. My body was shaking with nerves, anger, and I had to admit … desire. I don’t think I had ever been this horny.

Danny was right. My body was on fire. Every part of me was ready, ready to make a baby.

Every part but my mind. That still clung on to that shred of motherhood I had developed over the 18 years of my son’s life. He was my son, first and foremost. I had to keep that in mind. It was much easier to do that when he wasn’t in front of me naked.

Then, like he said, he became a man too. A man with a big, juicy cock. A cock that could easily get me pregnant.

If it were just lust I was feeling, if it were just a question of crossing that line over carnal desire, it would have been so much easier. I would say no with no problem. But, the added feature that made this so difficult was that there was a purpose to what Danny was proposing. A good purpose that made all the sense in the world.

All the sense until I remembered again he was my son. And if we did this he would become a father, a father to my baby. A father to OUR baby.

As soon as I had it all straight in my mind one way, all the reasons and factors would go against it. Then, I would be good with the other way—for a while.

Finally, I decided that it was selfish of me to want a baby so badly that I would potentially permanently scar my son by having sex with him.

I called Danny on my phone. It would be easier this way.

“Danny.”

He answered, “Yeah, Mom.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. We can’t go through with this. That’s my decision and the way it has to be.”

“Mom, at least have to courage to tell me face to face.”

He hung up and a minute later came into the bedroom. He, at least, wasn’t naked. He had on his sweatpants and a T. I had on my robe, bra, and panties.

I stood up and met him near the door. “Danny, I really gave this a lot of thought and after weighing all the factors—”

Danny roughly took me into his arms and before I could turn away planted his lips on mine. I struggled but he kept kissing me and when I opened my mouth for a breath, his tongue entered and probed, tasting my mouth and tongue. Again and again I tried to break free, but his hands roamed all over me—my back and my ass. He rubbed and squeezed my ass as he continued to explore my mouth.

I was weak from the exertion and the invasion of his tongue. My mouth started to respond by reflex, and then by desire. His hands went to the tie of my robe and freed it. In one motion he slipped it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

There I was only in my bra and panties.

“Mom, I love you,” he said and then kissed me gently. I melted into his arms and kissed back. It had been years since I was held … and desired.

“I love you, Danny,” I whispered into his ear.

His hungry mouth went to my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking gently. His hands fumbled with the clasps of my bra, and soon they were free. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and I let it fall, exposing my breasts to my son. He trailed his kisses down from my neck to my breast. His strong hands now rubbed them and cupped them and weighed each one. He slowly brought his mouth to my nipple and sucked.

“Oh my God!” I said as I raised my face to the ceiling.

Danny’s thumbs went to the waistband of my panties. In one last effort, I grasped his hands and pleaded while looking into his eyes, “Danny, are you really sure?”

His answer was to kiss me while he slid my panties over my hips. They drifted to my feet and I stood there totally naked.

My hands went to the bottom of his t-shirt and raised it over his head, exposing that taut physique. I dragged the elastic waistband of his sweatpants over his hips and thighs. He wasn’t wearing anything under them.

We hugged and clung to each other for a few moments. Mother and son. In another few moments we would be totally man and woman. a fertile woman and a virile man doing what nature intended: procreating.

“Danny, it’s been such a long time I—”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m going to be gentle. I want this to be a great experience for us both.”

He guided me to my own bed, to his father’s bed. Here was my son, taking the place of his father, not only occupying the space, but usurping the function: getting his wife pregnant.

We lay next to each other for a few minutes, saying little meaningless yet meaningful things you don’t remember later. We kissed and hugged and Danny explored my body with his hands and fingers.

“You’re really wet, Mom.”

“I guess I’m as ready as I’m going to get. Are you, Danny. You can still back out if your want, Baby.”

His answer was to position me on my back, spread my legs and climb between them. I felt his hard cock brush up my vaginal slit and part my pubic hair. I reached down and took his hot penis in my hand. I dragged it up and down a few times, coating myself with his precum as well as coating the shaft with his mother’s lubrication.

Then I fitted the tip at my opening and said, “Nice and easy.”

Danny nudged ever so slightly, and half the head of his penis entered me. It dawned on me—my son’s penis was entering my vagina! This was actually happening!

Danny pulled back and nudged again. The whole purplish head of his penis was engulfed by my long-underused pussy.

“Ohhh!” I whispered.

“You OK, Mom.”

“Yes, yes. Keep going.”

Danny pulled back and this time slipped half his length in.

“Aaahh!”

“Mom, this is amazing. You’re so tight.”

Back out and with one last long push, Danny plowed all the way into his mother. Son and mother were fully joined! Man and woman completely coupled!

“So deep,” I whispered. “Oh, Danny … never … never … so deep!” It was incredible. Danny was reaching farther into me than his dad ever did.

“Mom, you feel so good.” He kissed me tenderly. I kissed him back. “We’re doing it, we’re really doing it.”

Danny’s voice had amazement in it, like he couldn’t believe it. I could hardly blame him. Just a few days ago, I would have found it impossible to imagine I’d be flat on my back in my husband’s bed with my son sunk deep in my throbbing pussy. But here we were, mother and son about to try and create a new life.

A new life. Maybe this was the beginning of a new life not only in my womb, but for Danny and me too. Life would never be the same. There was no going back now.

“Ready, Mom?” Danny said as he gave a meaningful look. I knew he was holding back, not letting his body do what it wanted, which was start thrusting with all his boyish, teenaged, hormone-fueled fury.

“I’m ready, Danny. Do it, please do it to me. Just remember, when you cum, cum as deep as you can and be still there. We want as much of you to reach as far as possible to—”

“I know, Mom, to reach your egg to get you pregnant.” Then Danny let out a low growling “Mmmmmm!” and began a slow in-and-out. His eyes were closed and if I didn’t know it was intense pleasure, I would have thought he was in pain. Maybe the human face knows only the same expressions for both.

I don’t know what my own face was showing. It had been so long since I had “real” sex that this was almost a virginal experience to me. I was gasping with each invasion. My hips began to vibrate, then to meet each thrust of my son.

It seemed every inch of our skin was in contact. His hard chest pressed hard against my soft breasts, which cushioned my boy. My hands went to his butt, and I felt his hard gluts tense and strain with each downward motion. I pulled at them to get my son even deeper inside me.

Faster and faster Danny ground into me. I pulled my hands away and threw my legs into the air, crossed them over his hips and locked my heels. I used the leverage to tip my pelvis up to welcome my son at an even better angle. I opened my eyes and took in the strange scene of seeing my painted toenails resting at such an absurd position on my own son.

“Ohhh, Mom!” Danny groaned.

“Danny … Danny! That’s it! That’s it!”

My head was turning on the pillow, right, left, right, left. Faster and faster. As Danny neared his orgasm, I was starting my own climb to—

Wait! I suddenly realized that I couldn’t let myself go. Not let go completely. Not let my emotions break down that final wall and achieve an orgasm with my son. I would never be able to live with myself if I didn’t cling to some shred of evidence that we were doing this solely for the purpose of making a baby.

Somehow, I disengaged from the intense pleasure I had been feeling, and submerged myself in the role of a mother guiding her son.

I stopped my body from moving so much and became more of a vessel to be filled than a sex partner.

“Remember, deep, Danny, when you cum.” My voice was missing the breathless passion it had contained just moments before. It was my motherly voice instructing her son.

I felt the head of Danny’s penis swell within me. He stiffened and drove himself as far into his mother as he could. “MOM! MOM! AHHGG!” he yelled.

I knew he was cumming. Until this moment, some part of my mind had established that we really weren’t having sex … yet. But, now the line had both metaphorically and physically been crossed. My son’s potent seed had left his body and made the journey into his mother. We were as joined as any two human beings could be. Man and woman in their most elemental form.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” he groaned. A total of six times. I knew with each throaty grunt he was sending a hot, white, thick gooey blast of sperm and semen toward the vicinity of my cervix. True to his word, it felt like my son pumped a quart of cum into me. There was no way gobs of that wasn’t going to reach its destination.

I swear I could feel the heat of his ejaculation.

He finally collapsed on top of me.

“Stay still, Danny. Stay still there and don’t move for a while. Let it all settle inside me. Good boy,” I said and kissed his forehead. “Good boy.” I hugged him close.

Now, as I lay there with my son’s deflating penis still inside me, I started to have all kinds of doubts and fears. The peak emotions had passed and now reality set in.

I had sex with my son. I had been persuaded, cajoled, and seduced into having sex with my son. I had to deal with that the rest of my life. And, Danny had to deal with that too. What if he regretted it? What if he pictured it as me having taken advantage of him? What if—

“Mom, that was sooo great. I came inside you. Deep inside you.”

“You did. I feel it. You did really good. Now ease out of me slowly. We want to keep as much of you inside of me as possible.”

He did as he was told. I looked and his cock was glistening with the combined fluids of son and mother. The sight of it made my hips twitch a couple times.

Danny made a motion to lie down next to me, but I said, “No. Get that big pillow and put it under my butt. I need to tilt back and stay still for a while to give all your sperm a chance to do its thing.”

He did as instructed. “Cover Mommy up so I don’t get cold. And then let me rest for a while.”

He threw the sheet and blanket over me, then bent down to kiss me. I offered my cheek, not my lips.

“What’s the matter, Mom? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Danny asked in a concerned voice.

“Danny, nothing like that. What you did was amazing. Wonderful. Incredible.”

“Then, what is it?”

“Danny what we just shared is a rare treasure. I’ll always think of it as such. We set out to accomplish something that was great, and we did it. We did it mostly because of you. You couldn’t have done any better, not in a million years.”

“But …?” he asked. He knew from my tone of voice there was something I was going to add.

“But, it was this one time and we have to get back to reality. Now you’re my son again and I’m your Mother. The sooner we can forget—”

“Mom, I never want to forget what we did. How we felt together. Mom, I never came that hard before. Did you … I mean …?”

Danny wanted to know if he gave me an orgasm. It was natural. I couldn’t tell him what had really happened, that I caught myself and shut it down. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t reach that peak. In a guy, it’s a lot easier. It’s a lot more physical and not as much mental and emotional. For a woman, many things have to line up perfectly, and then it happens.”

“You mean you could never cum with me?”

This is where I had to be a little bit creative if I didn’t want to flat out lie. Danny could never know how close he had gotten his mother to the edge. “You did your job great today. You delivered all you could of yourself inside me. My job was to receive it. Your job REQUIRED that you cum. Mine didn’t, so I didn’t get to that point. I told you, a lot of factors have to be right, and lot were, but not enough to make me feel that way.

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

He sounded, not sad, but disappointed.

“Danny, we did a wrong thing for a right reason. Let’s leave it at that. You’ve got to understand I’ll be feeling guilty about doing this for a while, maybe forever. I’m the adult here and should be more responsible. I want you to know you shouldn’t feel the least bit guilty yourself. You were only doing what I told you to do, what I let you do. It’s all on me.”

“It’s all IN you, Mom!” he joked. In spite of the situation, that made me smile. “I don’t feel the least bit guilty. I’m glad it happened. Real glad.”

I felt a little better. Still, I had to somehow reestablish our roles as Mother and son. It would probably take some time, so I was prepared not to push it.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me about any bad feelings you have about this. Other than that, I don’t want to discuss our having sex ever again. This was one, beautiful, magical time we got to spend as few human beings get to do. And, you can never tell anyone else about this, especially your father. Do you understand?”

He maybe gave a nod, then asked, “When do we know?”

“Huh?”

“When do we know you’re pregnant?”

I figured this was the ONE question he should be able to ask since he was intimately, biologically involved.

“About two weeks. My period is due in 10 days, and I’m like clockwork. Always have been since 12 years old!”

“Mom!”

It was funny to see his embarrassment with talking about periods when he had just been shaft-deep in the same female geography. Maybe he was going to be OK. Maybe we were going to be all right.

“Let Mommy rest now. It’s the best thing I can do to make this work.”

He disentangled his clothes from my panties and bra on the floor and as he left he said, “I love you.”

***********************

I managed to doze. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible with all that raced through my mind, but a kind of exhaustion caught up with me.

When I awoke, at first I didn’t remember what had happened. And, then I did. It all raced back with all the repercussions possible.

I looked at the clock and an hour had gone by.

“Just as well,” I said out loud to myself. I eased the pillow away from my bottom. I felt it and there was only a small damp spot. “Good, it stayed put.” I was referring of course to he flood of cum my son had deposited. The more that stayed inside, the better chance of success.

I felt between my legs. My pubic hair was stiff and crusty with dried cum. The entrance of my vagina was gooey. I took a wad of tissues and jammed them there. Then got up. This had begun with a shower, now, a few hours later, I definitely needed another. I picked up the panties, those same panties my own son had stripped off me, and slipped them on to hold the tissues secure.

In the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. There I was the same person I had always been, but different now. I stared at my face for a long time before saying, “Hi, I’m Jen, Danny’s Mom. We just had sex, and right now this minute I’m loaded to the brim with his sperm.” I shook my head.

I looked at the reflection of my big breasts. My nipples were now relaxed. I couldn’t believe a short time ago my son had sucked and teased them with his tongue, driving me crazy.

“At least I didn’t cum. At least I didn’t let Danny make me cum,” I said. Thank goodness I had caught myself before I shattered that ultimate intimate barrier of sexual passion between a man and a woman. That seemed to give me some moral reinforcement. You have to take what solace you can when you just had sex with your son. I guess.

The shower was hot, and long.

***********************

Mazie, my savior, came over with a big container of homemade soup.

“Hi, Danny,” she said.

“Hi,” he said before leaving the kitchen.

“He hardly looked my way,” she said. “Not like him. He’s usually so friendly.”

I couldn’t tell her my son had emptied his balls already today into his mother and didn’t have any need for fantasies.

“Who knows with teenagers,” I said. I knew more today than I usually did.

“So. How do you feel now that you’ve had a chance to rest?”

Rest was not what had mostly taken place after I got home. “You know, I’m a lot more optimistic than I was earlier. I actually am feeling this is my best chance yet.”

“Really? That’s not like you to change like this. Unless—”

“Mazie, I know that look.”

“Did something happen to make your chances better by any stretch of the imagination?”

Mazie had often encouraged me to have some affair to fill the void caused by Melvin’s disability, growing cruelty, and inattention. I never had even taken her seriously. But, she was relentless.

“Wouldn’t it be the perfect time to pull the old switcheroo? Right? If you had some mysterious lover come and ‘water your garden’ today, so to speak—wouldn’t that be the perfect little scheme to stack the odds in your favor!”

“You and your plots. You know I could only do that with someone I loved. You know my boring life. How many people have I recently fallen in love with?”

“You’re letting facts get in the way of my theories, as usual. Are you telling me nobody visited today? And you didn’t go anywhere since I dropped you off?”

“Just me and Danny since he got home from school.” That was the truth. The falsehood by omission was that as we sat there, Danny’s sperm was wiggling and swimming around my ovum, looking to penetrate it as effectively as his cock had penetrated my vagina.

“Well, it was a good theory.”

“How many of your good theories have proven right?”

“I’m due,” she said.

“How about if you make a theory about you finding a guy to water your own garden?”

“I can’t tell you how long the drought has been,” she said. There was little playfulness in her voice.

I knew it had been rough for her, being a single mom and trying to still run her horse ranch.

“Like you said,” I patted her hand, “you’re due!”

“I should be going.”

“Danny! Mrs. Walker is leaving,” I called

Danny walked in and gave me a look I couldn’t identify. There must have been some reintegrating of all the emotions he was feeling.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Walker. Thanks for the soup.”

Mazie looked at me. She had expected her customary hug from him, but it wasn’t coming today.

“I’ll heat up the soup for us, Danny.”

“No, Mom! I’ll do it. You shouldn’t be standing so much today. We have to give this the best chance we can.”

“That’s right, Danny,” Mazie said. “You take care of your Mom.”

“I took special good care of her this afternoon, Mrs. Walker.” He looked at me and smiled for a split second. I didn’t smile back.

Mazie leaned close an whispered, “He so cute with his concerns. He must really want a little brother or a sister!”

More accurately, I thought, a son or a daughter. “Yeah, he’s something,” I said instead.

**************************

We ate mostly in silence. I didn’t know if nothing needed to be said, or so much needed to be said we both didn’t know where to start. The silence wasn’t forced, and it didn’t feel that uncomfortable.

Maybe I was hoping it would continue and wouldn’t have to face any questions I couldn’t handle, either emotionally or just plain fact-wise.

“Mom, I know you said we shouldn’t mention this afternoon any more, but I think we should talk.”

“I agree.” That seemed to surprise him. “Go ahead.”

He didn’t look up at me and stirred the rest of his soup around a few times.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Danny. Nothing was your fault. Nothing. If anyone ought to feel guilty, it has to be me. I told you, I’m the adult and could have stopped it if I really wanted. And don’t think you persuaded me or talked me into it. You made a lot of really good points, intelligent points. You gave me a lot to think about, and I did. I made my decision. I admit there was a physical factor that I hadn’t counted on, but I’m a big girl and can handle that. I went into it with my eyes wide open.”

“Mom,I never want you to feel guilty about it. I don’t have one regret about it. I hope you never do either. I think it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I never felt so close to anybody or ever loved anybody more than this afternoon. I think it was beautiful and I hope you’ll think so too when today is over.” He reached over and took my hand in his. This was the first physical contact we’d had since the bedroom. Our hands together felt just like before, the closeness of a mother and her son.

I said, “What we shared this afternoon WAS beautiful. It truly was ‘making love.’ It all happened because we love each other and wanted to bring that love to another life we hope to create. That’s the difference between making love, and now your Mom’s going to shock you—that’s the difference between making love and ‘fucking.'”

“Mom! I never heard you say that before.

“Fucking to me is when you have to have sex because your body can’t stand not to any more. There’s so much passion and desire that your mind can’t handle it. It’s a wild, out of control feeling that drives you to one goal and one goal only—an orgasm. That’s the only thing that can cure that emotional state.”

“Mom. I—”

“I’m only telling you this to point out how different what we did today was, how much purer our motives were, and how you shouldn’t ever feel it was wrong and feel bad about yourself.”

“But, it was so special.”

“It WAS special. And made more special because it was a once in a lifetime gift we gave each other.”

“So … it could never happen again. I mean …”

“No, Danny. Get THAT idea out of your head. We could never repeat what we experienced today, the beauty of it. We could never have a purpose so great as to want to make a baby together, never again in the same way it came about today. I can’t think of any reason I would ever find the courage or the strength to ask you to do that or to ask myself to do that again. Please respect that.”

“I guess,” he said. “Can I ask one question?”

“Sure, Honey.”

“Today, you know, as a guy, as a guy was I all right?”

He was asking for grade on his performance. I wasn’t expecting this. I knew this was important to his ego though, and could well affect him from now on in his relationships with girls.

“Danny, you were wonderful. You were gentle and forceful and strong and passionate and considerate—all the things a woman would want in a man.”

“Was I as good as Dad?”

Another question I wasn’t expecting, but should have. His father had alienated him and berated him for years. Now, Danny was looking for some redemption, or vindication—or revenge.

“I won’t answer that. It’s unfair to compare you both. It’s disrespectful.”

“Does Dad make you cum?”

“DANNY! That’s personal, and I won’t dignify that with an answer. Just because it didn’t happen today doesn’t make it fair ground for discussion between us.” The truth was Melvin never was a good or considerate lover. He was concerned with his own needs and when those needs were met, he was done, finished, uninterested in me. Many a night I cried myself to sleep in frustration.

“One last question, then. An easy one. Am I bigger than Dad?”

Ah. The big question. The ultimate measuring stick of manly worth.

“And, that’s another one I won’t answer.”

“Come on, Mom. That’s an easy one that has only to do with size and nothing to do with opinion. It’s black and white. A yes or no type question. You’ve seen us both and had your hand on us both. It should be the easiest thing in the world to answer.”

“Why would it make any difference?” I asked as if I didn’t know why.

“It just does. You don’t understand how Dad treats me all the time. Aww, forget it!” Danny got up and took his bowl to the sink.

I breathed deep. As he was leaving the kitchen, I said, “You are.”

“Huh?”

“You’re bigger. Bigger than your father ever dreamed of being. You’re bigger by a lot. OK? Are you satisfied now?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I really am!” He had a wide grin. “So today you could feel the difference?”

The subject was open, so I gave him as honest an answer as I could: “Danny, when you were all the way inside me today, you reached places your father never could. You stretched your mother like she never experienced in her life.”

“Wow! That makes me sooo happy, Mom. I’m glad.” He came over and kissed my cheek.

As he left the kitchen, I called out for some reason, “And you’re much thicker too!”

**************************

I spent a restless night, rehashing all that went on during the day. It wasn’t only mental, either.

My body throbbed and ached in places, and worst of all my pussy remembered what it had partaken of that day. It had awakened and let me know it. My breasts were sore, but in a good way. Letting me know they had been handled and sucked.

I kept having flashbacks of Danny, Danny’s butt, Danny’s penis, him mounting me, my feet high in the air then entwining around his strong body. His voice as he came. The feel of his penis swelling. On and on. I couldn’t stop thinking of it. The forbidden aspect should have made it easy to shut down, but it didn’t.

I had successfully curbed my orgasm the day before, but it incurred a debt in my body, a debt that cried out to be paid.

I got Danny off to school and dragged through all the errands that needed to be done. With Melvin in the hospital, there were piles of things that constantly needed tending.

I picked Danny up from school at 2 p.m. He didn’t have football practice on Fridays when he had a home game. It was tonight at 8.

“I’m glad you’re going to visit your dad with me,” I said.

“Yeah, I want to see him.”

His tone made me wary. “You’re not going to say anything stupid are you?”

“I might say something stupid, especially according to him. But, if you mean about yesterday, no. That’s between you and me.”

I felt better, but was still uneasy. Melvin knew how to get under Danny’s skin. He knew how to get under my skin too.

Melvin wasn’t in his wheelchair. He was lying in his hospital-type bed with an IV sticking into his arm. The attendant had told me he said he wasn’t feeling well and they determined it was probably dehydration.

“Mel! I’m so sorry you’re not up and about like the other day. You were doing so well,” I said, a little song in my voice.

“Quite a day we had.” He barely opened his eyes. “Oh, and I see the big football star finally took time out of his busy life to finally come and see his father.

“Hi, Dad. Hope you’re feeling better. When are they letting you out of this place?”

“What do you think, I’m dogging it here? I’ll be out as soon as they say I’m out. Another botched operation, another stay in this dump. I’ll be home, don’t you worry, and when I do things will change. You won’t have it so easy when I get there. You’re going to start applying to colleges, and I don’t care what you say.”

“Dad, you don’t have to worry. I decided yesterday that I want to go college and make the family proud of me.”

“Where’s this coming from all of a sudden? We argue for months and then you have a big change of heart? Do you know what happened, Jen?”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it. Danny! That’s great! Just what your father wanted.”

Danny came over and gave me a more-than-friendly hug.

“You’re making a mama’s boy of the kid.”

I covered up by saying “He’s just happy about his decision.” I disengaged Danny’s strong arms and went to Melvin’s side. I tried to take his hand, but he pulled away.

“So, how did the thing go? At the clinic?”

“Without a hitch. They were all really positive and optimistic this time,” I lied. “And, I’ve got a really good feeling about!” That part wasn’t a lie. I had a much better chance after Danny whitewashed my womb with his load of sperm. I promised myself I wouldn’t think of what happened the day before when I was in Melvin’s presence, but I couldn’t help picturing Danny’s face as he came and feeling the pressure of his penis as it swelled inside me. I felt like I was betraying Melvin when I did it, but I had no control.

“If it doesn’t work again, I bet it’s your fault. I’m tired of all this. We’re in our forties now. Maybe nature is saying something. You’re not as young as these women having babies, even later in life.”

“Dad, you shouldn’t talk to Mom like that. She’s plenty young, and I bet this time it’s going to work.”

“I’ll talk to my wife any way I want. Don’t you forget that, Mister. I’m still the man of the house and what I say goes. Got it?”

“Got it,” Danny said.

“And what do you know about what works and what doesn’t? Are you all of a sudden a fertility expert with some magic spell? Are you a big man who’s going to guarantee results? You don’t know what you’re talking about. As usual.”

“This time I DO know something that’s going to make you eat your words.”

“Danny!” I said while grabbing his arm. I didn’t want him to blurt out something that was forever going to damage relationships. “Stop you two. Let’s just have a nice visit for a change.”

“I’m just saying you’re not the woman you once were. You have to admit that, Jen. With me it’s the accident you caused. With me it’s obvious. With you it’s little things about the way you act, your body—”

“I think Mom has a great body!”

“Every mama’s boy does. Believe me, she’s let herself go in a lot of ways. I’m only saying what you’ve told me, Jen.”

Melvin, in his mean-spirited way, was betraying all the little confidences I had told him over the years. All the self-examinations and critical comments I had made about myself. Melvin was using these to tear down my self-esteem in front of my son. And it was working. I had walked in here feeling wonderful, and now, now I had a hard time holding back my tears.

We stayed another twenty minutes, and Melvin hammered mercilessly at us both. Whether it was the bitterness over this latest operation, or his skepticism over me getting pregnant, I don’t know.

In the car, Danny said, “You don’t know how much I wanted to tell Dad about yesterday. About how I’m really a man.”

“You know you can never do that. Neither of us can ever do that. He’s so cruel now, but that’s not how he was. You remember. If only one of these operations would take.”

“It’s funny to feel this bad after feeling so good yesterday,” he said.

“I know what you mean.” I was devastated by Melvin’s words. He tore into my physical and emotional being, breaking down any confidence I had built. On top of that, I had to deal with what I had let Danny do. And on top of that, I had a gnawing frustration that I had imposed on myself by holding back my sexual release the day before. It was increasing rather than easing away.

Suddenly, behind the wheel, my tears began to flow. All of it, everything was suddenly too much to handle. They began silently, but soon I had my face in my hands and sobbed.

“Don’t cry, Mom. It’ll be all right. Dad doesn’t know how much he hurts with his words.”

“He’s only thinking of himself. He doesn’t know how much I miss having a man at home that can take care of things. Take care of me … and you,” I sniffled. I felt the world was falling down, right on top of me.

Danny leaned over and cradled me, letting me bury my face in his shoulder. I cried for a few minutes without talking, and he let me. My kind, strong son comforted his Mom, and it felt good.

I looked up at him and said, “Thanks, Danny. I feel better now.” He leaned down, and kissed me. Not on the cheek, but on the lips. Just a light kiss, but on the lips.

“I’ll drive, Mom.”

We switched places and got home about 4 p.m.

*******************

I went straight to my bedroom and had a really good cry alone. I made sure Danny didn’t hear.

Then, I shed my clothes and checked my body at every angle, trying to refute everything Melvin had ever criticized me for. I was picking on small flaws even I knew didn’t matter. And, looking at my naked body reminded me of how Danny had seen every inch, touched every inch of me, sucked on me … it was maddening. I was making myself crazy.

I finally put on my robe.

Soon I’d have to make an early dinner so Danny could get to his game.

“I can’t fix anything,” I said to myself. “I can’t fix Melvin, I can’t fix his attitude toward me, and I can’t fix this feeling that got ignited yesterday. I should have let it happen. What was I thinking? I had my son inside me already. He was pumping deeper and deeper. My body responded, responded for the first time in years. You idiot, no wonder you’re crazy! You should have let yourself go!” I said to myself in the mirror.

Still looking at the lunatic in the mirror, I said, “If I had to do it over again, I would have let myself cum!” Those words did something to me. I stared for a long time, then walked out to the living room where Danny was watching TV.

I stood in front of him, and when he looked up I calmly said, “Danny, I need you to fuck me.”

“What?”

“I need it,” I said. I untied my robe, and shrugged it off. I stood in front of my son completely naked. “Danny, I want you to fuck me now.”

“You want to make love again? Now?”

“No, Danny I want to fuck. I want you to fuck your mother. But, yes—now.”

I took his hand and pulled him up and led him to my bedroom.

“Are you sure, Mom?” he whispered.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

He skinned out of his clothes and hugged me to him, Mom and son both naked in an embrace.

“Is this because of Dad?”

“This is because of me, and this is because of you. I missed something yesterday, and I won’t miss it today.”

“You want me to make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Danny, oh yes! Can you do that for me, Baby?”

His answer was a deep kiss followed by sucking my already-stiffened nipple into his hungry mouth. “Oh my God!” I moaned and fed it hard into his face. My whole body was on fire. Only now did I realize how many times I had played this very scene from yesterday in my mind. Our lovemaking had been on a constant loop somewhere in my subconscious. Now it was all breaking free.

My hand went to his penis, which was already leaking in anticipation of what was sure to come. I jacked it back and forth, taking possession of it, knowing that I would soon sheath it in my warm body.

He led me to the bed and we hugged and kissed and he sucked on me and worked even lower. ‘Danny, what are you doing?”

“I always wanted to try this, Mom.” He buried his face in my pubic hair and before I could react, his tongue traced a furrow along my vaginal slit.

“OOHH!” I screamed. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. But, this is not how I wanted to experience my orgasm. I wanted it the way I had cheated myself out of the day before. “Danny, I want you to fuck me. Like yesterday.”

He stopped and crawled, not between my legs, but beside me and lay on his back. He took my hand and wrapped it around his penis.

“Mom, please suck my cock.”

I was shocked. “Danny, I can’t. I’ve never done that. I can’t.”

“Just lick it then. Just a little.” He positioned himself so the drooling end of his penis was inches from my face.

“Danny, don’t make mommy do this,” I whispered.

“Please, Mom.” He pushed forward and his cock was positioned near my mouth.

I took hold of it and squeezed, then pumped it. A long transparent string of precum hung off it and stretched until it broke and landed on the bed. I could smell it, strong and pungent. Like in a dream, I moved my head and opened my mouth. I flicked my tongue out and let the next stream coat it. I pulled my tongue into my mouth, and for the first time in my life, tasted a man’s fluids. That man happened to be my son.

This time my open mouth took the head of his penis in and my lips closed on it. I sucked and that brought a groan from Danny. I looked up and his eyes were on me. I can only imagine what went through his mind as he looked down at his mother with a mouthful of his teenaged cock.

He placed his right hand on the back of my head and pulled a little. I sucked in more of his penis. Then he rocked his hips. He was gently fucking my mouth.

It was he who stopped, not me. He pulled out, positioned me on the bed and kissed my mouth, the one that had just sucked him.

“Mom, I’m going to make you cum now.”

“Oh, Danny, you don’t know how much I need this. Please fuck me.”

He slid between my legs and his cock found my vagina. “Mom, I gonna fuck you.”

“Do it. Do it hard!” I said.

In one great thrust, my son sank all the way into me.

“YEESSS!” I screamed.

Danny started pumping his hips, and my hips found a perfect rhythm to meet him. His mouth covered mine at times, thrusting his tongue deep. Then it would find my breast and suck and nip at it. It was like he wanted to devour every bit of me, to take me in every way.

Minutes raced by and my body shook and writhed, pinned by my son’s weight and penetrated to an even greater depth than the day before because of the fury of his attack.

“Danny … Danny! That’s it! That’s it!”

Sweat covered the skin where Danny’s body made contact with mine.

“This is so great! So great!” he said.

Every once in a while, he would thrust deep and stay there for a few seconds, our pubic hair tangled and entwined in a wet mass between us. then he would resume his furious onslaught.

I felt what I had felt before, but this time I didn’t control it, I didn’t delay it, and I didn’t diminish it. I felt it rushing from my clitoris to my pelvis. I convulsed, tightening from my abdomen to my asshole. I clenched my butt and raised my hips high, lifting Danny.

All the air exploded from my lungs as I screamed: “I’M CUMMING! DANNY! I’M CUMMING!”

“Do it, Mom! Let it happen!”

“GOD! MY GOD!” It wouldn’t stop.

Danny let out a loud groan and yelled “MOM!”

I felt him ejaculating, cumming into the womb which had given him life. I was again full of his fresh, hot, baby-making sperm.

He fell on top of his exhausted mother. Every ounce of energy that had been pent up in me had been expended in those minutes of sexual union.

No pillow, no positioning this time. Danny rolled off and we cuddled and kissed and dozed.

When I opened my eyes, Danny was propped up on his elbow, looking at my face.

“You made me cum,” I said.

“I’m happy I could do that for you. I was hoping it would be good for you.”

“Danny, that’s the best ever. Nothing even is close. I’ve never felt like this in all my life. Better than your father by a mile.”

He sucked one nipple, then the other. Easily, gently. “Mmmm. I forgot how good that feels.”

“We fucked, Mom.”

“I asked you to fuck me, and I got every bit of what I asked for.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up and look at what seeing you there naked did for me,” he said while pointing to his crotch.

There, not ten minutes after he had emptied his balls into me, was his again-hard cock.

“Danny, you’re amazing. You can’t be serious!”

“Mom, I want to fuck again.”

“NOW?” I couldn’t believe he could want a repeat this soon. I had never in my life done it twice in a whole night, let alone in the space of a half hour.

I didn’t want to waste the moment, so I positioned myself on my back and parted my thighs for my son.

He looked at me and said with a grin, “How about like this?”

With a gentle roll, he turned me on my stomach and got behind me.

“Danny, no. Don’t do this to your mother.” I didn’t resist, but it seemed awfully undignified to be in this position.

“Please, Mom,” he said and he pulled my hips up and back until I was on my hands and knees..

It was then that I was sure I was about to be fucked by my son—doggie style.

He rubbed his cock up and down my vagina and then placed his hands on my hips.

“I wish Dad could see me now,” he said.

“Danny, don’t be like that,” I said. I knew he didn’t mean it literally, but that he wanted to vindicate himself by showing his father he had bested him. He had taken possession of his wife and made her his own. His son had sexually replaced him and made his woman cry out in pleasure as he satisfied her deepest sexual needs. Melvin’s son had exceeded him in every sexual regard and had laid claim to his woman physically. He excited her, buried his seed, and was attempting to breed with his mother. No wonder he wanted to lord that over his father, the man who disdained and belittled him at every chance.

He moved forward and I felt my pussy expand as he entered me. It was a totally different sensation from this angle. One I hadn’t experienced in over a decade.

“Oooooohhhh!” I moaned as my son slid all the way in my sperm-lubricated vagina. “Danny! So good … so good.”

He pulled back and spread my ass cheeks. “Mom, you have the cutest little pink asshole.”

You’d think by this point I would have been over any shyness with my son, but the thought of him staring at his mother’s asshole made my face feel hot with blood as I blushed. Just a few days before we had a normal relationship where modesty was the byword. Now, every physical secret of mine had been revealed. Not many sons see their mom’s butts, let alone their assholes. I guess I was one of the exceptions.

Danny rocked back and forth, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. He might have been delving even farther into my pussy from this angle.

I surprised my self when I begged: “Harder, Danny! Please—harder!” He complied and the motion made my tits sway wildly beneath me.

Danny must have seen them swinging there and the temptation was too great to ignore. He leaned forward, reached beneath me, and cupped my breasts in his strong hands. I felt utterly and totally possessed by him as he held me tight and surged into me. It sent me over the edge for the second time.

“OOOOHH! I’M CUMMING! AGAIN! MOMMY’S CUMMING!

It lasted a good thirty seconds, and then all my strength left my arms. My upper body collapsed on the bed. Danny held my hips up and continued to pound into me. Having already cum once must have given him greater staying power the second time.

He fucked into his mother faster, and it was another minute before he yelled: “TAKE IT! MOM! ALL OF IT!”

My pussy was too numb to feel the flow, but I knew Danny had again flooded me with his precious seed. I had more cum in me now than had been deposited since I was thirty. All in two days.

*********************

I had showered. Danny refused to. He said he wanted to be covered with me when he played his game that night. Our afternoon activities barely left time for him to get to the school without being late.

I sat in bleachers, my bottom throbbing against the hard seat. Mazie sat beside me. Danny was a wide receiver, and her son was the kicker.

“Jen, you look amazing. Look at the color in your cheeks!”

I must have still been flushed with surging blood from the explosive excitement of the afternoon.

“I’m surprised your new protector let you come to the game and sit in the chilly outdoors,” she joked.

“Danny’s a good boy,” I spat back.

“Whoa! what’s going on with you? I was kidding.”

“Sorry. I guess I’m a little sensitive still. We had a row with Melvin at the hospital. He insulted Danny, and …”

She put her arm around me and shook a hug. “I get it, you need a little TLC is all. There’s Danny waving at you. Look at him so handsome standing there on the sideline with his helmet off. Mmmm! I bet he could use some TLC too.”

I felt a pang of jealousy, but said, “Go for it!”

“Jen! I’m like his mother for God’s sake. He probably thinks the same thing and doesn’t even see me as a woman, but an old lady who dodders around! And again, I was only kidding. Don’t take everything I say so literally.”

Part of what she said was probably true, but when I watched her face while she looked at Danny, I recognized something. Something she would never act on, for sure, but something caged there because of her own self-imposed chastity.

“I’m only saying he’s 18 and I told you before, he’s got a crush on you.”

“Now I’m embarrassed. End of subject.”

“End of subject,” I agreed.

I had been afraid Danny would be fatigued after the exertions he performed. I thought he might be drained of his energy along with his vital fluids, which were all present at the football field. But unlike the other players, they were carried in his mother’s pussy.

Danny caught two touchdown passes. Mazie’s son, Terry, missed a field goal and a point after.

*************

I was late. Not for a meeting or an appointment. I was just late.

Two weeks had passed, and there was good news about Melvin. They had decided to try another technique on him and it had worked. It was going to take a lot of rehab, but all indications were he would almost surely recover.

He appeared to be a changed man. He was even nice to Danny.

While we were visiting Mel, I made my big announcement: “Attention everyone.” Everyone in the room consisted of Danny standing beside me, and Mel in his wheelchair. I pulled a white plastic stick out of my pocket. I was the only one who had seen it before my big reveal here.

“Ta-Da!” I said with a magician’s flourish. “If my eyes don’t deceive me, and they don’t, I see an obvious ‘Plus sign’ indicated here!”

“Mom!”

“You mean—” Mel whispered. “This has got to be the best week …”

“Way to go, Dad,” Danny said.

Mel brought his hand up to wipe his eyes.

I put my arm around Danny’s waist, looked into his eyes and echoed: “Yeah, way to go, DAD!”

*****************

Bonus Ending — Danny & Mrs. Walker

Dad was so happy. First the operation worked and then he found out Mom was pregnant. Things were really going good.

We had just gotten home from telling Dad. Mom kept saying “Wow!” and waving the ept stick at me.

“Mom. We did it! I can’t believe I got you pregnant! I got you pregnant.” The reality of it was starting to set in. I was going to be a Dad!”

Mom hugged me, and I kissed her lips.

Mom said, “You know, once your father gets home, we have to go back to being a regular family. For real.”

“I know, Mom.”

For the past two weeks, Mom and I had sex at least once a day. I even got her to blow me. At first she wouldn’t let me cum in her mouth. Then she did, but spit it out. Finally, she took a huge load of mine and looked up at me and swallowed. The feeling of my own mother swallowing my cum made me feel great.

But, I returned the favor too. I ate her pussy and made her cum hard each time before I fucked her. That didn’t stop her from cumming again on my cock. She got better and better at having an orgasm. They seemed a lot stronger now than at the beginning.

It would be hard to give all that up, but I knew once Dad got home it would only be trouble if we got caught, and I didn’t want to mess up the family, especially since we were adding to it. I couldn’t believe I got Mom pregnant—and I was going to be a father.

I’d just look at her sometimes and it wouldn’t be my Mom, but a beautiful woman that was mine and I had done what a man should do—mate with her. That’s what I did: I mated with my own Mom.

Mom called Mazie to tell her the news. It wasn’t ten minutes later that she came in.

“Jen! You told me two weeks ago! You somehow knew! It’s like magic!”

It was like magic if magic was what gushed out of my cock into Mom’s pussy for two weeks.

“How will it feel to finally have a brother or a sister?”

I rubbed Mom’s stomach. I really wanted to stick my hand down her pants and rub her clit. “Mrs. Walker, I can’t tell you how happy I am right now!”

Mrs. Walker held her arms up and I gave her a hug. She felt good, and I held on maybe longer than I needed to.

“I wish I had better news to share,” she said. “Terry’s in the hospital.”

Terry, my friend and Mrs. Walker’s son, had gotten hurt during the football game the night before. He had kicked a punt and some jerk ran into him while he was in the air. He hurt his knee.

“He had an MRI on his knee and he’s going to have surgery.”

“Nooo!” I said. Why couldn’t everything go right on a happy day like this?

“Aww! Mazie, I’m so sorry,” Mom said. She hugged her.

When they let go of each other, Mrs. Walker had tears in her eyes.

“That’s just the start of it,” she said. “I have a big horse show tomorrow and I was counting on Terry to help get ready today. Now I’ll probably have to cancel. I don’t know if I can take a financial hit like this. I only have four of these shows a year and they’re all locked in.”

Mom looked at me. I wasn’t the volunteering type, but this was a different situation.

“Mrs. Walker,” I said, “I’ve helped Terry bunches of times when I was hanging around with him on the ranch. Maybe I can sorta fill in for him today.” I was hoping she’d say no. I wanted to stay with Mom and look at her all pregnant and everything.

“Danny … would you! You would be a lifesaver. Oh my God! Oh my God!”

She hugged me again. This time it was her that didn’t let go.

She held me finally at arm’s length and said, “It’s a lot of hard work. Some heavy stuff, and some where you have to get dirty. A ranch is a hard taskmaster. You can say no if you want.”

“Sounds like fun,” I said. “Maybe I’ll even get a little exercise.”

“You sure?”

“Today’s a day when we all should be happy,” I said. Mom was smiling.

**************************

Mrs. Walker was right. There was lots of lifting hay bales and using a pitchfork and shoveling manure, and a million other things. I had done some of the stuff before and the rest was easy to learn. I was in great shape from all the football workouts, so the things Mrs. Walker needed me to do to do were no great strain. If she had been alone though, it would have been impossible.

Every once in a while, I would take a look at her. She had on a long-sleeved denim shirt with snaps down the front. It had two breast pockets, also with snaps. Those two pockets strained against what was beneath them. She wore tight faded jeans that showed off her great ass and legs. All the hard work on the ranch was better than a gym membership.

I started to go back to my old images of what I thought she might look like naked. Since Mom and me, you know, I hadn’t thought about her once like that. But being so close and her bending over and everything. Again I wondered.

Funny thing was once in a while I caught her looking at me. Was it she was checking if I was doing everything right, or something else?

We took a break, and she said, “I can’t believe all we’re getting done. And so fast! Must be all these muscles you have.” She ran her hands over my back and ended on my biceps. Of course I flexed. “Oh my goodness. You’re so strong. You’re twice Terry’s size.”

“That’s why he’s the kicker,” I said with a laugh. “But look at you, Mrs. Walker. You don’t have an ounce of fat on you. I ran my hands over her shoulders and then rested them on her waist, giving a little pinch.

We stood there looking into each other’s eyes. “You’ve certainly grown up to be a handsome boy. Your Mom is so proud of you. You really took over while your dad has been ill.”

“I filled in as best I could,” I said laughing. “Mrs. Walker, I always thought you were so beautiful. From the first time I saw you.”

“Danny, that’s so sweet.” She was about three inches shorter than me. She tiptoed up to kiss my cheek. I turned my head and caught her full on the relaxed mouth. Before he could react, I slipped my tongue in and swished it across hers.

She broke free. “Danny! What are you thinking? What if I told your mother?”

“I don’t think she’d care. I told her how I felt about you.”

“Felt about me?”

The weeks with Mom had changed me, given me more confidence. I figured I had nothing to lose.

“Yeah, I’ve always had a crush on you. Mom told me you like me too. You thought I was ‘yummy’ or something.”

“I was being playful, Danny. You should be looking at girls your own age, not some old lady 30 years older than you.”

“I’m not thinking about age. I’m thinking about how nice you are, how pretty you are, and how sexy you are.”

“Danny, stop that right now. I’ll drive you right home if you don’t stop.”

I stood close and said, “That won’t change that I want to fuck you.” Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened. “That won’t change that I want to make you cum.” I kissed her again, hard. She didn’t move, probably paralyzed by what I had said.

I went back to work. It took her another 30 seconds to go back to her own chores.

About an hour later, she called from the house: “Danny! Lunch!”

She had made sandwiches and chips. We ate at the kitchen table. She didn’t look me in the face the whole time. All of the talk was about the work still to be done.

Finally, she said, “Danny, I going to forget about what you said. I’m not going to tell your mother. She would be very disappointed, young man.”

Maybe a few weeks ago she would have been disappointed. Now, not so much.

“Mrs. Walker, I don’t want you to forget about it. I meant what I said.”

She got up without a word and took half the dishes to the sink. I took the rest and as she was rinsing some, I came up tight behind her, digging my boner into the crack of her ass. Her body stiffened. I reached around her with both arms and placed my dishes in the sink. As I pulled my hands back, I cupped her breasts and gave a squeeze as I dug my prick in harder.

I let go and said, “I’ll be cleaning out the stalls.”

She didn’t turn and she didn’t say anything.

I worked hard for a few hours before I saw her again. She came into the bunkhouse and said, “We should talk, Danny.”

I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my shirt. I had taken it off because of the heat of the day and the hard work I was doing. Mrs. Walker’s eyes drifted over my chest and gave a brief look to my crotch before she looked me in the face.

“Danny, I’m very flattered by your attentions, but this has got to stop. If I did anything unintentionally to encourage this over the years, I apologize.”

“The only thing you did, Mrs. Walker, was to be gorgeous, and funny, and have that sexy body.”

“Danny. You’re Terry’s best friend. I’m his mother. How could you ever think of me in any way but that? I’m your mother’s best friend. You can’t betray those kinds of friendships. It isn’t right. It would damage both families. That’s why you have to change your thinking.”

“My thinking is still the same. I want to fuck you and I want to make you cum—hard!”

“Please, Danny. Don’t talk like that. It’s disrespectful.”

“Mrs. Walker, I don’t think it’s disrespectful to appreciate you as a woman who has needs and had sacrificed so much for her family. I know how hard it is for you. Even more today when I see how much it takes to run this place. I think your deserve credit for all you done and accomplished.”

“Danny, that’s besides the point. You, you are just the wrong person to be saying this. You’re like my own son.”

I approached her. She put her hands on my sweaty chest, probably to brace herself and not let me kiss her again. I reached around and grabbed her ass and forced her crotch against mine. I know she could feel my hardon.

“Danny, let me go.” Her hands made small rubbing movements over my pecs, coating her palms with my sweat.

I timed gentle thrusts with my hips against her pubic area to coincide with her hand movements.

“Mrs. Walker, I want to fuck you and make you cum hard. I want to see you naked and suck on these.” I released her hard ass and lifted her breasts and weighed them beneath her shirt.

Her crotch, which had remained glued against mine, gave a little jerk forward against my prick.

I squeezed her breasts again. “Danny. Stop it. Stop it. We have more work to get done in the next two hours.”

“One little kiss,” I said.

“No,” she said as I kissed her and licked across her lips. The tip of her tongue sneaked out to meet mine. Then she pushed away.

“I’m going to pick up supplies. I’ll be back in an hour.”

I worked doubly hard to try and get everything done. I heard her truck get back a little over an hour later. I worked on for another hour and a quarter before I finished everything on the list.

I even did some extra things she said she would have to get done in the morning.

I put on my shirt and walked into the house. “I finished everything, and even did that other list you had.”

“Thanks, Danny. There are few heavy things in the truck that need to go into the storeroom here.”

“OK.” I carried them into a narrow room and neatly stacked them where Mrs. Walker directed.

“All right. That’s everything. I’m even way ahead of where I thought I’d be, even with Terry’s help. That all the chores we needed to do. Danny, I don’t know how to thank you.”

I turned to her in the narrow confines of the room. “You’re wrong, Mrs. Walker.”

“What?”

“There’s one chore left to do. And it also takes care of thanking me.”

“Danny, don’t start that again. We have to put that part of the day behind us. You’re a young boy who’s listening to one part of his body and forgetting the rest of his good judgment.”

“My body is just listening to your great body, Mrs. Walker. Don’t tell me your body isn’t telling you some great ideas too.”

“Danny, stop it.” I had stepped closer, backing her into the shelves in the room. “We have to leave now. You mother will start to get worried.”

“She’ll know I’m with you, safe and sound.” I pressed up against her, our faces just inches apart. “Don’t you want to hug and kiss me goodbye like you usually do?”

“Let’s go. You have to let me out of here. What would your mother think or what would Terry think of you if he saw you do this to his mother?”

“What would he think if I made you cum—hard?”

“Don’t say that again?”

“Don’t you want to cum?” I kissed her lips gently.

“Stop it.”

“Don’t you need to cum?” I kissed her harder, and she feebly pushed against my chest.

“I’m so much older than you. Doesn’t that bother you?”

I kissed her as she finished the sentence and teased at her closed lips with my tongue. Her tongue met it and gently played with mine. Then she turned her head aside.

“I think of you as a beautiful, experienced, profession woman.” I kissed her exposed neck and nibbled at it.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.”

I turned her face back to me and looked into her eyes. “You deserve some pleasure. You deserve some tenderness. You deserve to let your feelings out.”

“That doesn’t make this right. I’m vulnerable right now. You have to stop this before it gets out of hand, before we do something we’ll regret.”

“Do you regret this?” Then I kissed her. She didn’t move. “Or this?” I took her into my arms. She didn’t help, but she didn’t resist. “Or this?” I kissed her and let my tongue part her lips. They opened and I glided my tongue inside Mrs. Walkers mouth fully for the first time. After a few seconds, her own tongue came alive and intertwined with mine. Then she stuck her tongue into my mouth and gently probed. Her rate of breathing was increasing.

My hands tugged at her shirt. It started to slide out of her jeans at the waistband.

Her eyes flew open and her hands went to mine. “No,” she whispered. “we have to stop.”

I tugged steadily until her shirt was completely free of her pants.

“I want to get you home,” she said, her voice weakening.

“I want to get you in bed,” I said at the same volume. My hands ventured up to those big, soft breasts. I massaged them for a moment before her hands came up to fend me away.

“You can’t, Danny. This is so wrong.”

My hands went up to the collar of her shirt. I pulled and the topmost snap went “click” as it parted.

“No!” she said, but made no movement.

Click, click, click. Three more snaps, and Mrs. Walker’s white bra was exposed to my view.

“You’re embarrassing me. Please stop.”

“You have beautiful breasts, Mrs. Walker.” I rubbed my left hand over both of them. Her nipples hardened under my touch. “Don’t you want me to see them, to touch them? Don’t you want me to kiss them and suck on them?”

Click, click, click and her shirt was completely open in the front. Before she could protest again, I kissed her while snaking my hands around and under her shirt in an embrace. She kissed back with more fierceness this time, but she broke our lips apart when she felt my fingers on her bra clasps.

“You can’t. Danny! Don’t!”

A few weeks ago, I would have fumbled around and maybe lost my momentum. But after all the practice I had gotten taking Mom’s bras off, this was no challenge at all. With a quick flick of my fingers the clasps had parted.

Before going any further, I thought I should disrobe a bit too. I flipped my shirt off in one motion and let it drop to the floor. While Mrs. Walker stared at my chest, I peeled back her shirt and dropped it aside of mine. There she was, standing silently with her bra loosened and ready.

I reached for her bra straps, but her hands flew across her chest. “I won’t go any further.”

“Don’t you want to see how it feels when I rub my chest against yours?”

She weakened and I tugged the bra free and dropped it. Her breasts might not have been quite as big as Mom’s, but they looked bigger because she was smaller. And, though not saggy, they hung lower than Mom’s and were more relaxed. Mrs. Walker also had bigger nipples. They were longer and darker. Her aureoles were about the size of poker chips.

I pulled her close and crushed her breasts against me.

“Oh my God! What am I doing? What am I doing,” she repeated again and again.

I kissed her and now she really responded, hungrily tasting my mouth. I pushed her away and dipped my head down. I took in a delicious nipple and sucked hard.

“OOHHH!” she screamed. It sounded extra loud in the small room. Something told me Mrs. Walker didn’t like the same kind of treatment I gave Mom. Maybe it was from watching how rough she was on the ranch and doing her work. I knew she didn’t need the gentle touch Mom treasured.

I ran my tongue around and around as quickly as I could. “Aaaaahhh!” escaped her lips.

I couldn’t believe after all these years, after all the times I jerked off thinking about Mrs. Walker, that I was standing here sucking her tit. But, I had to make sure it didn’t stop here. I took her hand and slid it into my sweatpants and beneath my underwear until it brushed against my raging cock. It took her a few seconds to realize what had happened.

Mrs. Walker tore her hand loose and out, saying, “No! No! I can’t do that to you. You’re so young!”

I switched to the other nipple and gave it equal attention. A long low “MMMMMM!” escaped her. “Oh, Danny! That feels … that feels …”

I took her hand again and placed it at the top of my sweatpants and let it go. It rested there for a few seconds, and then on its own did a slow tracing downwards. Inside the sweatpants and inside my underwear.

I felt her rough palm glide over my penis, and then encircle it. “Oh my God! So big!”

Her hand now glided more easily. My precum must be covering most of her small hand by now. “Danny! I never dreamed. You’re such a big boy!”

I took my mouth away from her breast, moving it to her mouth. Her hand jacked me back and forth with little motions. I whispered in her ear, “How will that feel deep inside you?”

Her eyes flew open with the realization at how far and how fast this was all progressing. “No! That can’t happen! We can’t have intercourse. That would be totally wrong for us. Your mother, Terry. Can’t you see how wrong it is? You have to understand.”

My hand went to her crotch and I rubbed hard there for the first time. Her hips arched forward to make greater contact. Obviously her body was saying one thing while her mouth said another.

She got desperate and was willing to sacrifice her mouth. She dropped to her knees, dragged my clothes to my feet and said, “Look! Danny, I’ll blow you! That’s as far as we can go.”

She stared at my cock in her fist. Then without further hesitation, took about four inches into her mouth. A loud groan drifted up from her mouth as she tasted me for the first time.

Her fist pumped with an amazing speed. She was trying to get me to cum and be done with me and the temptations I handed to her.

It might have worked before, but not after two weeks of the most exciting sex a son can have—with his sexy mother.

Still, this was my hall of fame scene: Mrs. Walker on her knees giving me a blowjob. In all my imaginings, it was never as good as what I was actually seeing before me. Her beautiful bare tits jiggled and the top of her gray haired head shook.

When I didn’t immediately cum, she changed methods and deep throated me. It was so different from the delicate way Mom gave me oral sex. Not any better or any worse, but very different. I could feel Mrs. Walker’s throat open up and take the head of my penis in. Every once in a while, she would make a gagging sound.

I knew I had to act, and act quickly. I wasn’t going to be shortchanged by a blowjob.

I backed away from her leaving her breathing hard on her knees. I pulled her to her feet. “Did I do something wrong? It’s been a long time.” She sounded unsure of herself.

“No, nothing wrong. Just the location. I want to lie on your bed while you do that.” It was only partially an untruth.

“Come on then,” she said. I stepped out of my clothes and followed her to her bedroom. It was big and had thick mahogany furniture in it. No prissy, girly stuff. I wouldn’t have expected anything else.

She pulled the covers down and motioned me to get on the bed.

“First I want to see you naked, Mrs. Walker. Totally naked.”

I didn’t wait for her response, I unbuckled her belt and whipped it through the loops and dropped it to the floor. She tried to stop me from unbuttoning her jeans but I had them unzipped before she could react. I think the whole situation had her dazed and not in the possession of her usual reflexes. Add to that the possibility she actually wanted to be naked in front of me. Even if that was a little piece of the puzzle, it still fit into why I had a relatively easy time with her jeans.

The one thing that surprised me was when she grabbed my hands and said, “Danny, I haven’t shaved in so long. I can’t let you see me like this.”

I guess not being married and not having a man in your life makes it a needless chore to keep up with that king of grooming.

“I’m going to love looking at every inch of you,” I said while dragging her jeans to the floor. She stepped out of them. I kissed her and played with her breasts. Again I sucked them both.

And then I pulled Mrs. Walkers white panties down. She had the thickest bush I had ever seen. It was about half black and half gray, all mixed together. Some of the hair crawled down her inner thighs for about an inch.

She was 48 years old but had one of the most amazing bodies I had ever seen. Slim and muscular and strong and sexy.

I cupped her bush and she tried to back away. “No! You promised I could finish you off here. We can’t do anything else!”

She still clung to the hope that I wasn’t going to fuck her. I thought I would clarify that by restating my original prediction. “Mrs. Walker, I’m going to fuck you and make you cum.”

“We can’t,” she said again as I covered her mouth with kisses. My right hand drifted down her abs until it reached the tip of her pubic hair. She groaned when I parted the dense jungle with my middle finger and squealed when I bumped over her big clit.

“Get on the bed.”

“I’ve never been in that bed with anyone but my husband.”

“Until today.” I led her by the hand. At first she pulled back, but then came to the edge and sat down.

I had learned from Mom the power of oral sex. I surprised Mrs. Walker by dropping to my knees and burying my face deep into her tangles of course hair. She smelled musky and strong, a lot different from Mom. But a good different.

“No! No! You’re just 18! You can’t … oohhh!”

I had found her clit with my tongue. I swirled it around and around.

“What are you doing? What are you doing?”

Another minute proved I knew what I was doing. Mrs. Walker’s hips bucked and vibrated. She emitted shriek after high pitched shriek and then cried out “YEESS! YEESS! GOD YEESSS!”

I had made her cum. I had made Mrs. Walker cum. Now it was her turn to make me cum. She needed a moment apparently to regain her sanity. She lay there as if she were dead.

I climbed onto the bed an positioned myself on my back. My second hall of fame fantasy was Mrs. Walker riding me.

She stirred and looked for me. I calmly waited.

“Ohh. Danny. What did you do to me?”

“I told you I would make you cum, didn’t I?”

“Oh my God. You did. You make me cum. You made me cum hard.”

“What else did I tell you?”

“Danny. You used your mouth on me. I’ll do the same for you right now. Deal?”

“What else did I say I would do?”

“Danny!”

I continued to look at her until she said, “You said you would fuck me. But that’s just too much. We can’t go that far. You have to change your mind.”

“OK. I changed my mind. Instead of me fucking you, you’re going to fuck me. I’m going to lie on my back and you’re going to crawl over here, straddle me, and fit my cock to that delicious pussy of yours and sink down on it. Understand?”

“I can’t. I could never be the one to initiate it. Never.”

“You want to know what it would feel like inside you. You know your pussy wants to surround me. You know that you can cum even harder than you just did. But only if you have my cock shoved deep inside you.”

“No. You have to stop talking.”

“You know you want me to shoot all my cum up inside you. You want to make me cum. Say it. I made you cum. Now it’s your turn. Say you want to make me cum.”

“Danny, I do want to make you cum. It’s only fair. But not that.”

I pointed at my cock. It was stiff and at attention and waiting for that hairy home Mrs. Walker was sitting on only a few feet away. I could have forced the issue, but this was much more exciting for me. Again, if it hadn’t been for Mom recently, I wouldn’t have had the will or patience for this. In the back of my mind was “If this doesn’t work out, I’ll just go home and fuck Mom.”

“You want to cum again, don’t you? You want to be fucked. To feel that again. Admit it.”

It took a long time for her to say “Yes.”

“Tell me you want to fuck me. If you fuck me you’re going to cum, and I’m going to cum. Tell me now you want to fuck me.”

“Danny, of course I want to fuck you now. But I can’t because of who you are, who your mother is, and because of Terry. For God’s sake. It would be like fucking my own son.”

“Would that be so bad?” That slipped out before I weighed what I was saying.

“Danny! How could you think of such a thing. You wouldn’t think of your own mother like that, would you?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Danny! Think of your mother!”

“My mother is pregnant now. That’s all you have to know about my mother. The important thing is what’s going on between your legs. Do you honestly want me to leave here without feeling me inside you?”

“You have me all confused. It’s been so long since—”

“And how much longer would it be if you don’t crawl over here right now. I want my cock inside you, pumping sperm into your beautiful body. It’s not like I could make you pregnant too.”

“What?”

“I said its not like you can get pregnant.”

“That’s not the point. I’m just confused now. My body wants one thing, but my mind says no.”

“Come over here and blow me then.”

Mrs. Walker took this as an out and crawled up onto her own bed. I kissed her and let her start sucking my cock. My hand went to her vagina and soon I was teasing at her clit. She moaned.

“My cock doesn’t belong in your mouth, it belongs here.” I slid my middle finger deep into her soaked vagina.

“Oh my God,” she said and went limp.

In and out my finger went. “You don’t want just a finger, do you?” No answer. “You want my cock in there, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.” That final barrier had been broken. Mrs. Walker knew and admitted to herself that she needed to be filled in a different way. In slow motion she rose to her knees and looked down at me maybe with a little sadness, but certainly with that lusty look of desire.

She straddled me, reached back an took hold of my cock. “You can never tell anyone about this, especially Terry, or your mother. This will be your biggest secret.”

It was hardly my biggest secret, but I wasn’t going to argue. “Tell me you want to fuck me,” I said. I wanted to hear it from her.

“Danny, I want to fuck you. I need it, I really need it. It’s been so long since …”

I felt the tip of my penis brush aside all that pubic hair and then it slid into a 48-year-old pussy. She sat down on me with a big groan. Her eyes were closed and she raised her face to the ceiling.

Mrs. Walker wasn’t quite as tight as Mom, but I could feel a rougher texture to her that made it all the more exciting. After all these years, I couldn’t believe I was fucking Terry’s mother. Again I had that weird wish that Terry could see this right now. I wished he could see that I was making his mom moan and shake from being horny—for me.

And shake she did. Her hips ground down and curved towards me in a slow arc. She had her hands planted on either side of my chest, bracing her and giving her a strong base to work from. This position made her big tits dangle in front of my face. I lifted my head and sucked on one of her stiff nipples.

“Oh yeah! I love that!” she said.

There was no rush in her. She took her time and pulled herself up so that only the very tip of me was still in contact with her pussy. Then she eased herself down until I was fully embedded. At that point she tilted her hips forward to get the maximum penetration. It finally occurred to me that she was riding me like she did her horses. Her body knew just how to coordinate her movements.

I wished she could teach Mom this technique, because it felt so sensational.

I grabbed her ass. It was hard and muscular. I pulled her even tighter to me when she was at her lowest.

“Oh! Danny, you’re so big. This feels so good. I can’t believe you got me to fuck you.”

I couldn’t believe it either. No jerking off could ever match the scene I was finally seeing after all these years. All the times I had been over to visit Terry. All the times I watched her in the kitchen making us lunch or dinner. All the times she visited Mom. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself that someday I would actually have that woman naked on top of me. That I would be sucking those big tits. That I would have my hard cock deep inside her hairy pussy. And that she would be loving it.

That would have blown my mind!

My present day mind was pretty blown as it was. She was grinding faster and faster and harder and harder. She straightened up and took her hands off the bed. They went to her tits, and she rubbed them and kneaded them as she continued to ride me.

The steady stream of “AHH! AHH! AHH!” was punctuated by high-pitched squeals. She was getting close. And I was getting close. The thought of cumming in another woman other than my mother gave me a strange vibe. Maybe it was because there wasn’t the chance of getting her pregnant. Boy, I would have really liked to give Terry a little brother or sister!

“Oh! Danny! Danny! Oohh! Ooohh!” Her face took on an expression like when you try to lift the heaviest thing you ever lifted. My cock then lifted her to a tremendous orgasm that had been waiting in her pussy for years.

“DANNY! I’M CUMMING! OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!”

She went crazy on top of me. She bucked and screamed and groaned. Just when I thought she would be done, she speeded up, squeezing every bit of pleasure she could from the experience. And with that, her pussy squeezed my cock. Even tighter than Mom’s ever did. That did it for me. I closed my eyes and let go stream after stream of my steaming cum into my mother’s best friend, my best friend’s mother, the woman on top of me.

“OHHHH! MOM! MOM!” I yelled.

Then it was over. I had all of Mrs. Walker’s weight on me. We were both drenched with sweat.

I had fucked Mrs. Walker. I had made her cum. She was now full of my stickiness. Every time I looked at her in the future, I would know that I had seen her naked. I would know that I had made her cum. I would know that I had fucked her.

And she would know it too.

Mrs. Walker stirred and fell off me to the side. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her face.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you did.”

“I don’t know what to think.”

She was probably having regrets now that the force of her lust had been satisfied.

“This is a one-time thing. We can’t ever do this again.”

“Not even today?” I asked. I knew I was going to get hard again very soon and I wanted to fuck in at least one other position before I left.

Her answer was a gasp and a shudder.

We lay there for a while without talking.

“Your pregnant mother is all alone at home. Don’t you want to get back to her and take care of her?”

“Oh, I’ve taken care of her plenty in the last two weeks.” I smiled at my own joke.

“It’s kind of a miracle that she got pregnant, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Who knew it could happen after all this time.”

“I’m really full of your cum, Danny. You cum a lot don’t you?”

“Oh yeah! It can be a real mess.”

“But not a mess when it’s in a woman. Deep in a woman. Where it can get a woman pregnant.”

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me. Looked at me differently than she had before.

“Your mother told me time and again your father couldn’t get her pregnant. Time and again. And he proved it time and again. Yet, this time it happened.”

“Like you said. A miracle.”

“This may shock you, Danny, but I suggested that you mom have a little affair to get pregnant. All hush hush and secret so nobody would ever know. She said she could only be intimate with somebody she loved. You hear me—somebody she loved.”

I didn’t like the sound of her voice. I didn’t like where this was going. It felt like I was on the witness stand and the lawyer was piecing things together for the court.

“You said ‘too’ earlier.”

“Too?”

“Yeah. You said you couldn’t get me pregnant TOO.” I didn’t think much of it at the time. But then, when you came inside me, you didn’t call ‘Mrs. Walker.’ You yelled at the top of your lungs,” she brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Mom!”

“Your mother loves you very much, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah?”

She laughed and clapped her hands together. She looked at the ceiling and yelled, “Jen, I can’t believe it!”

Then she faced me again. “Danny, you naughty boy! You MOTHERFUCKER!”

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