Mom’s sanity depends on son’s potency * Incest * par.1

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“He doesn’t!”

“I had been thinking about who I would tell first if I got pregnant: my husband who will raise the baby with me, or the true father of the baby. I decided to let fate dictate. You came here by accident today. The accident of the needed computer stuff. I found out I was pregnant about a minute before you walked in that door. That’s how I knew you had to be the first to know.”

“Of course you’ll let Uncle Zack think he’s the first, right?”

“We’re thinking alike, Mikey. That way he’s happy, and then he gets to tell you, and then he’s double happy. Win-win!

“We did it. Auntie Lee, we did it.” My voice was a little above a whisper. I was in some sort of euphoric shock.

“We did. You and me. Even though it was bizarre. Me in that robe. You with your shirt on. Your uncle sitting there. I guess your sperm didn’t care about all that.”

“Neither did your egg. It just kept on its way until it met my sperm. That special one sperm out of all those millions.”

“I’d say billions from the amount you shot up me. I never thought anybody could cum that much!”

“Once I got over being so nervous, I was never so excited in my whole life. I mean … making love to my beautiful aunt—I don’t think I’ll ever cum that hard again.”

“Making love. That’s what we did, wasn’t it? And that love was transformed into a new life.”

“I’m just sorry it was a bad experience for you at the time. From your face, I could tell it was painful or difficult or just something I didn’t want you to suffer through.”

“Mikey, you’re wrong. I was never going to tell you this, but I had to use all my will power to stay still and be a good girl for my fragile-egoed husband. If he thought I was in any way enjoying that, he would have been devastated.”

“So you were acting?”

“Big time acting. Academy Award acting. From the time I got my first pubic hair, I always had the fantasy of having a great big enormous cock stretching me to the fullest. And me having my way and letting loose to enjoy it.”

“Uncle Zack is…?”

“Normal-ish. Give or take. Maybe take. I shouldn’t tell sex secrets but, since your the father of my baby, maybe it’s okay to share a little with you. The truth is, I kinda fake it with your uncle. I do it because he’s such a great guy in so many ways and he tries so hard to please me. And, he’s kind and generous a million times a day. So making him feel like a great lover is a small price to pay. In fact, it’s not a price at all.”

“And you would have enjoyed it more if Uncle Zack wasn’t there?”

“Mikey, when I saw your cock … you know you have a big cock … I hope you know you have a big cock—when I saw that, I was torn apart with frustration: here was my fantasy, yet I couldn’t show any enjoyment. That’s the worst.”

“I never thought about it. That it was much different.”

“You never measured it?”

I shook my head. “They say you have to get one of those flexible tapes, a cloth tape or a plastic tape or something because a ruler doesn’t do a good job.”

Auntie Lee bent down near the couch. “My sewing basket. And in it …” She held up a cloth tape. “Want to do an experiment?”

“I don’t know, Auntie.”

“Aren’t you curious? I know I am. I want to know how big is big. How big is what I think is big. I want to know how much of a thing was stuffed into me to make a baby.”

“You sure?”

“Take a second. Then we’ll both know.”

She made it sound all innocent, like a we were in a lab.

“Here,” she said. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. My aunt slid them down past my knees. Then she pulled my shorts down in one motion and jammed both jeans and shorts to my ankles. “Sit on the couch before you trip and get hurt.

I sat down. I kicked off my shoes and took off my jeans and shorts all the way.

“You want to get yourself hard, or do you want help?” Her eyes were on my still flaccid cock.

I took her hand and guided it to my cock. She didn’t resist and started a gentle pump. It didn’t take long until it was as hard and as thick and as long as it was going to get.

She took the tape and pressed one end against its base, then extended it against the shaft until it went past the tip of my cockhead. She marked the end of the measurement with her thumb and forefinger.

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