Mom’s Chat Seduction

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“Uncle Sean has four kids,” I said, seeing loads of money flying away.

“Yeah, Sean the idiot is about to become a millionaire if we don’t do something about it.”

“We?”

“You see, Sport, unfortunately I have a slight problem in the sperm count department. Like ALL mine has already been withdrawn from the sperm bank. That’s where YOU come in, with the emphasis on ‘cum.'”

So that was his plan. To get Mom pregnant and have another kid before she turned 40. “Why don’t you just do that artificial insemination thing?”

“Your mom has some weird religious beliefs, and ‘unnatural procreation’—as she calls it—is one of them. Anyway, if I have to raise a kid, that kid is gonna have some of my blood in it. Understand? Plus, I’m not gonna have no other guy’s sperm swimming around in my woman.”

My dad was insanely jealous of my mother. If he hadn’t been the Chief of Police, there were several times he would have been in deep trouble for assaulting various admirers that got too close or said the wrong thing to Mom. He didn’t even like a guy looking at Mom.

“I still don’t understand. What’s different about having MY sperm swimming around?”

“That’s because, and I hate to say it, you’re a little wimp of a disappointment. Have been for all your life. Having your sperm do the job wouldn’t be like another man, but like a nothing, like an extension of my own dick doing the work. You’re Beth’s son, for God’s sake. She wouldn’t in her craziest day think of you like a real man!” he laughed. “It would be a clinical artificial insemination in my estimation.”

Crazy was the word! My dad wanted me to get my mother pregnant so he could get his hands on millions of dollars. Crazy! And I wasn’t going to be part of it, even if it meant being poor for the rest of my life.

“I won’t do it. I couldn’t. Dad, please-she’s my mother.”

“You just have to start thinking of her more as a beautiful and sexy woman, and less as a mother. I began your training last night. I bet it started working already.”

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of ever knowing what thoughts I had when I was near mom this morning. Looking at her ass and her tits.

“Well, I have nothing to worry about,” I said with a defiance I really didn’t feel, “because, like you just said, you know how religious mom is and she’s never go along with anything like this. She goes to church almost every day!”

He stopped the car in front of the school, peeled off his sunglasses, and looked at me. “I’m the Police Chief, and I know people, and I know things, and I know how to get people to do things. Have a nice day at school, Sport! And don’t think about fucking that great body of your mom’s too much while in class!”

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I’d love to tell you that my father’s words had no effect on me, but that would be a lie. All day long I had constant visions of my mother, accompanied by the memory of her smell and taste.

I tried to picture her baking or cooking or working in the garden, but all those stories ended up with her in her shower robe facing away from me and untying it and dropping it off her naked body.

I was finally glad to get home and do something constructive, like playing a video game, and forget about my father-and mother.

But, I was in for a surprise. As I entered the living room, there was my mother-in her shower robe. In the afternoon. On a school day.

“Mom! What are you doing home? Didn’t you ever change… I mean go out?”

“I did go out, Mr. Nosey. But, my afternoon meeting with the charity organization got cancelled. So, I thought, on a beautiful day like this, why not take a nice long run. Five miles! That’s a new high for me. I don’t think I’ve ever sweat so much! In fact, I’m just about to take another shower. And, I promise it’ll be the last one today!”

Mom and her fitness. She had a workout program she really stuck to. Strength training, stretching, cardio-she did it all. That’s what kept her so thin and toned.

“What do you weigh now?” I asked before I caught myself.

“Why ERIC! You should never ask a woman that. But, again, Mr. Nosey, if you have to know, I weigh an even 144! That’s not too much for my height, do you think?” Mom put her hands on her hips and did a slow twirl around, ending with a sexy pose with her hands behind her head.

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