Schaka©
I awoke from a drunken sleep to the slow thrusting of a cock in my pussy. It was a nice size cock. It was thick enough and long enough to fill completely. Half asleep and still under the influence of alcohol, I pumped my ass back, driving it deeper.
The room was dark. It reeked of stale alcohol, sweat, and sex. The sheets were bunched under . They were moist with perspiration and other bodily fluids.
I had that clammy feeling I always have after drinking too much. My body was sticky and uncomfortable. I felt nauseous. But the cock felt good.
"Mmm! That's right, Sweetie! Nice and slow! Make it last!"
He mumbled sothing incoherent. I didn't mind. I wasn't looking for sweet nothings to be whispered in my ear.
Who did it belong to? Who was I fucking this ti? I wasn't discriminating when I was drinking. A cock was a cock!
My 'date' groaned. His hand tightened on my tit. He pumped slowly in and out of my hole. He mumbled sothing again.
My pussy was gooey and a little sore. Whoever my bedmate was for the night, he gave a good pounding. I love that kind of fucking, a little rough. I don't need foreplay, just stick it in and pound until I scream for you to stop!
Where the fuck was I? More importantly, who was I fucking this ti?
It didn't matter what he said. His cock in my pussy was all the communication I needed!
I leaned forward to get him deeper. He slid in effortlessly, filling completely. He moved slowly in and out of my hole. At least he wasn't one of those Energizer Bunnies. They were usually wham, bam, thank you, ma'am! This guy had a big cock and knew how to use it.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" He was good! He knew how to mix the tempo from slow and languid to hard thrusts that pushed across the bed.
Many tis, I promised myself to stop getting drunk and picking up strange n. It was dangerous and was ruining what was left of my reputation.
I make that sa promise all of the ti. Then I get the itch, and it usually ends like this. If I were a man with as many and varied sex partners as I have had, people would call a stud. But I'm a 40-year-old divorced Black female, and they call a slut. I resemble that remark.
I've been single since my ex-husband abandoned us 10 years ago. He ca out as gay. He said he tried to hide his real nature from to lead a normal life. Then he t his life partner! It did wonders for my ego to know the man I fucked for ten years was thinking about so guy fucking him the entire ti!
A psychiatrist would have a field day with . I went through the emotional gamut of rage and denial. I even suggested we tried to make a go of it. I would share my husband with his new lover. My ex would have none of it! He and his partner wanted a committed relationship.
That sent my self-esteem right into the toilet. He would rather get fucked than fuck , his wife!
My 21-year-old son, Caleb, beca the anchor in my life. I leaned heavily on him emotionally as I tried to find my footing again. He reassured that the fault lay with his father, not with . We never discussed my lifestyle though I'm sure he was aware of my sluttiness.
I sotis co ho after a night out too drunk to undress and get in the bed. My son had to do it. Early on, when I realized Caleb was undressing and putting to bed, it was embarrassing. No son should have such intimate knowledge of his mother's body.
By the ti he left for college, I had accepted it as our new norm. My ex-husband was gay and being fucked by his male lover. I was a slut, trying to reaffirm my womanhood by fucking all cors, pun intended! And my then 18-year-old son undressed and when necessary cleaned up and put to bed. I was a ss!
I guess I could use the excuse of struggling to raise a son alone and my ex leaving for man as an excuse for my promiscuity. I won't. I am what I am because of . No excuses!
My ex left us in reasonable financial shape. Early on, he and I set up a college fund for Caleb. Even after he left, he continued contributing to it. I got the house, a cash settlent, and child support until Caleb either graduated college or turned 21, whichever ca first.
It's my loving son, Caleb, who keeps from falling totally into the pit of alcoholism and sexual degradation. With him in my life, I teeter around the edge, but I haven't fallen in. Yet!
The closest I ca was when three guys chatted up in my favorite watering hole. Like most neighborhood bars, everyone knew everyone else. Not precisely a Cheers but close to it. This night these guys were celebrating one of their birthdays. The booze was flowing. I was sucking up the booze and flirting outrageously.
One of the guys suggested we head out to the motel to continue the party. Another girl, Sue, and I took them up on their offer. She and I spent the night being fucked by the guys. It was a whorish, slutty experience. In addition to both of us being airtight, a cock in our ass, mouth, and pussy, at various tis during the night, Sue and I ended the party by eating each other out.
The guys loved it! They stood around the bed, stroking their cocks and whooping and hollering like they were at so kind of sporting event!.
It was my first taste of pussy. Particularly, cum filled pussy. I liked the taste. I also liked the softness of another woman's body. Sue and I left the motel best friends.
She and I still hook up from ti to ti. Occasionally, when she can get a babysitter for her three kids, she'll spend the night. I guess that makes bisexual.
But eating pussy will never replace the incredible feeling of a hard cock sliding into my eager pussy. Or the aroma of a man's pheromone loaded sweat. I like eating Sue's pussy. She introduced to tribbing, which I'm thoroughly hooked on!. But I still love being fucked by a man!
The bozo behind snoring sounded like a buzz saw at a lumber mill. His semi-hard cock is pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I tried to recall if he fucked my ass and couldn't. It didn't matter. I beca a three-hole slut years ago.
I must be at his place. I never take my 'dates' ho. Despite my predilection for alcohol and strange cock, I never wanted a series of 'uncles' in Caleb's life. Also, my house is my refuge from what I'm becoming.
I lifted the arm off . The body at the other end of the arm made snuffling sounds and scooted closer. His cock pressed against my ass. It was semi-hard. It felt good pressing against my hole. But I needed to pee. Maybe afterward, we could fuck again. I slid across the bed and sat up.
A brass band started playing the Anvil Chorus. I hold my head in my hands, waiting for the pounding to stop. My stomach roiled. My bladder demanded attention.
The pitch-dark room spun as I stood. I was like a Wallenda on a tightrope with my arms extended for balance. I took a few tentative steps. My pussy was tender. Whoever this clown was, he really pounded . My bladder screams. I need to find the bathroom soon
In the dim light, I see the outline of the bedroom door. I carefully place one foot in front of the other as I make for the bedroom door. The Wallendas would have been proud!
The hall is familiar. The bathroom is where it should be if I were ho. I moved quickly to the bathroom. Barely in ti, I squat on the toilet. A thick stream of urine erupts from my urethra. The relief I feel is almost as good as sex. Almost!
I glance around as I pee. This is my bathroom. I made it ho last night. Then who is that in my bedroom? Did I break the eleventh commandnt? Thou shalt not bring strange cock ho when Caleb is ho.
Vignettes like stills from a movie flash in my head. sitting at the bar, my legs crossed high, showing off lots of thigh. I'm a Huntress on the hunt. The tools of my trade are my great legs and outsized breasts.
I've never considered myself good looking. I'm a big girl at 5' 9", and sowhere north of 200 pounds. Well, north of 200!
One date told my breasts were so big, I always looked like I was going to overbalance and fall on my face. 40E will get you comnts like that! I rember his cock sliding between them, his cum spurting on my face.
My face is moon-shaped. My eyes are close-set and large. My nose looks like a lump of at slapped on my face as an afterthought. My lips are big enough to cool soup and suck cock. My hair is incongruously strawberry blonde. It and my mocha skin are genetic hangovers from centuries of miscegenation in the bayous where I was raised.
Was it that guy, the one who fucked my tits and ca on my face, who was in my bed? No! That was last week in that motel on the highway. The bastard wouldn't even drive ho! He dropped two twenties on the nightstand for cab fare.
My breasts ache. Sobody bit my nipples. I pat myself dry. I stand and flush the toilet. I grab the aspirin bottle from the dicine cabinet. I pour a handful, toss them in my mouth, and wash them down with hands full of water from the sink's water tap.
The hall is brighter. The sun is coming up. I need to get this bozo out of my bed and my house.
I walk into my bedroom and flip on the light. My bed is empty. It hasn't been slept in. For a mont, I'm confused. I must have slept in Caleb's room. What the fuck?
I stumble down the hall, using the wall for balance. I flip on the light in my son's room.
He's naked. He's on his back with one arm thrown over his face. His body is lightly muscled and hairy. His skin is like a heavily tanned White man. His belly's flat with a hint of a six-pack. His legs are muscular. His soft cock is draped across his thigh. Even soft, it's thick and long. He is my son, Caleb!
I stuff my fist in my mouth to stifle a scream. My stomach roils, and I want to vomit. I couldn't have fucked my son. Had I sunk that low?
Another vignette appears. I'm still in the bar. Caleb is sitting next to , smiling. We clink glasses in a toast. We've made several toasts.
"You should have gone with your friends for Spring break instead of spending your holiday with your old mom."
"Momma, I graduate this June, I decided to spend ti with you before I go off into the cold, cruel world."
I struggled with his pending graduation. Last two sumrs, he interned with a company in Capital City, so 200 miles from here. He accepted a job with them. For the first ti in my life, I was going to be alone.
Being alone terrified . With Caleb gone, there would be no anchor to keep from falling deeper into the pit of degradation.
"Don't you worry about ! Your father left set financially. My part-ti work gives spending money. I'll be fine."
My friends bought us drinks. The people at the bar were friends and family. They knew of and in most cases, were witness to my sluttiness. However, like Apple Annie in the old movie, they treated like a queen when my son was around.
Caleb and I got stumbling slobbering drunk! In retrospect, I now realize that the drunker we got, the more handsy we got. We couldn't stop touching each other.
"Get your hands off my thigh!" I slapped Caleb's hand away.
"Well, you shouldn't be sitting with your legs crossed so high." He points at my legs crossed at the ankles. My skirt has ridden up. I make a half-hearted attempt to pull it down.
"That doesn't give you an excuse to grab my thigh and try to look up my skirt."
"Momma! Do you know how many tis you ca ho drunk, and I undressed you? I've seen you naked!"
It was apparent Caleb was no neophyte when it ca to drinking. He was matching a shot for shot
"Well, yes! But that was different." We were always open with each other. More besties than mother and son.
At so point during the evening, I end up sitting with my legs spread and Caleb's knees between them. His knee pressed against my sex. Even drunk I knew this was going too far.
"Co on! We had better get out of here! You're starting to treat your old mother like one of your dates."
"Momma, for tonight, you are my date!"
Caleb didn't know it, but his words were prophetic.The bartender called us an Uber.
"Mom! Pull your dress down!"
My skirt had ridden up when I crawled across the backseat of the car. We laughed at my silky black thong. I struggle to pull my dress down and gave up. I felt all warm and fuzzy.
"Hey! I paid a lot of money for these drawers! It's wasted if no one sees them."
Caleb slapped on my butt. He pushed into the back seat. The palms of his hand were on my ass cheeks. His thumbs were between my thighs. My ass tingles. Did his hand linger on my behind? Did his thumbs touch my sex?
The scene swirls around . I had the sense of wellbeing that alcohol gives you. I leaned my head on Caleb's shoulder. His arm was around my waist. It felt good to be with him.
We're cuddled like lovers in the back of the Uber. Caleb's hand cupped my breast. I push it away. He slapped my hand and cupped my breast again. I giggled and left it there.
"Boy, you ain't touched these old jugs since I weaned you at four years old."
"I touch them all the ti when you ca ho drunk!"
"You didn't?" Drunken outrage welled in at the thought my son felt up.
"No, I didn't," he laughed. "But I wanted to!"
Laughing I push away from him, I sit up in the back of the car. My skirt is around my waist. The driver is ogling through the rearview mirror.
"So, you breastfed ?" Caleb's hand is on my thigh. It feels hot and sweaty.
"Yes, you know that! Why do you ask?"
"Is that where I got my titty fetish from? You breastfeeding ?"
"I don't know about your titty fetish. But these jugs grew while I was pregnant with you and never went down."
We were laughing and talking like the best friends we were. We have always been comfortable with each other. It so ways, we was more like good friends than mother and son.
Another vignette. Caleb's head is on my bosom. One tit is out. His lips felt warm and moist on my nipple as he nurses in his sleep. He's snoring. I caress his close-cropped hair. His father may have done a number on us, but we have each other.
It was rough raising a boy as a single parent. It was made more difficult by trying to explain his father's homosexuality. He struggled to understand it. His feeling for his father went from hate to grudging acceptance.
Caleb's hand rested on the inside of my thigh. I lean back against the seat, trying to stop the spinning. I cover his hand with mine. The street lights are like cara flashes as the Uber speeds down the boulevard taking us ho.
The car hit a rough patch of road. I wake up. My hand is flexing on Caleb's cock. He groans. His hand is under my dress cupping my sex. His index finger is sliding up and down my vaginal crease. It's wrong, but it feels good. What the hell is going on?
"Stop! You're bad!" I titter and push his hand away. He stops sucking my nipple and mumbles sothing incomprehensible. His drool runs down my cleavage. Incongruously I think of a guy who pissed on .
I woke up in another No Tell Motel. My' date' for the night was standing over , relieving himself. He sprayed his warm piss over my face and naked body. I recall drunkenly protesting. But I didn't stop him.
When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. I reeked of stale piss. I said I teetered on the edge of the pit of degradation. That morning I was sure I slid into it. I hated myself for liking the way my date degraded .
When I woke up again, the Uber is stopped in front of my bungalow. The driver is leaning over the back seat, watching Caleb finger fuck . My hand clutches my son's cock. In a drunk's uncoordinated way, I push my son's hand away.
What the fuck? I was making out in an Uber with my son! The events of the night continue playing back. We're are in the foyer. My back is against the closed door. My dress is around my waist. Caleb's hands cup my ass. His cock is grinding into .
"I love you, momma!"
"I love you too, baby! But we need to stop this!" My actions belie my words. My hand is between us. I'm unzipping his pants.
Caleb's hands are inside the elastic of my thong. He pushes then down over my hips. I giggle as he struggles to push them over my ass. I help him push them down. I step out of them and kick them across the foyer.
"There, mister! They're off! But I have to pee!" I pushed him away and run across the foyer. My pencil skirt is around my waist. He tries to follow . His pants are around his knees. He trips and falls.
We laugh like idiots. I watch him shuck his pants and struggle to his feet. He looks silly with his cock hanging out of the slit of his shorts like an elephant's trunk. He sways, trying to maintain his balance.
I barely make it to the bathroom. Caleb is leaning against the door, watching pee. I grin at the kinky eroticism of my son watching take a piss.
His cock forms a significant bulge in his boxers. His sweat moistened t-shirt clings to his sculpted body. He has a swimr's long, lean body. I've attended so of his swim ets. He's good!
"Hey, you! Give your old mother a little privacy!"
I had a funny feeling in my belly. It's the sa feeling I have with my dates. A sense of anticipation.
"Rember ? I'm the guy who used to undress you!"
"That doesn't an you can watch pee! Get out of here!"
"Hurry up, momma! I got to go!" He touches his bulge. I moisten my dry lips.
His cock is big. Maybe not as large as so I have had but big enough. His father had a big cock also. It filled totally. I ca almost continuously when he fucked . Did Caleb's father get anything out of it? Or was he just going through the motions?
"Use the upstairs bathroom!"
I forced myself to look away from my son's cock. I reeled off a wad of toilet paper. I pat myself dry while Caleb leaned against the door sill watching. I levered myself up. My pussy is still wet but not from peeing.
"I'd never make it!" He pushes to the side. He pulls out his cock.
"Pull the seat up, damn it!"
I push by him and flip up the toilet seat. Caleb's hand clutches the base of his cock. It droops from his hand. He weaves as he waits for his cock to soften so he can pee.
"Now who is watching who pee?"
He leers at . I realize my skirt is around my waist. My son is looking at my pussy. I have a strange thought; at least I shaved! I always shave for my dates.
"Watch it!"
Caleb starts to pee, missing the toilet. He swings his cock like a fireman with a hose, trying to aim. I grabbed his dick and pointed it at the toilet. It felt simultaneously hard and pliable. It pulsed in my hand.
Caleb's arm snaked around my bare bottom. He stroked my ass as I held his cock. His hand felt warm on my ass. Sohow it was comforting. He finished peeing. I shake off the last drops.
"Thank you, momma!"
Caleb kissed my cheek and squeezed my ass. I stuffed his cock back in his boxers. I pointed him toward the door. I gave him a shove and smacked his ass.
"Get your drunk ass to bed!"
"Child abuser," he chuckles. He stumbles, turns, and starts down the hall.
I slipped off my pencil skirt. There's a mont of confusion when I saw I had no panties on. I smiled as I recalled taking them off in the foyer. I unbuttoned my blouse and hung it on the hook on the door. A thud and a groan sent scurrying into the hall wearing only my bra, thigh highs, and 5" CFM heels.
Caleb was sitting on the floor. His back was against the wall. His legs were sprawled in front of him. He had a bemused look on his face, and he was rubbing the back of his head. Maternal instinct fought through the miasma of drunkenness. My baby was hurt!
"Are you okay?" I squatted in front of him.
His eyes were weak and watery. He moved his head back and forth. Then he stared between my legs. I looked down. My pussy was open. My son was ogling my inner pinkness.
"Pervert," I laughed.
"I'd be a pervert if I kissed your pussy!" Caleb leered at .
"Caleb! You shouldn't talk like that to your mother."
I struggled to my feet. I tried to help Caleb stand. The hall heaved like a ship in a storm. I fell forward, balancing myself with my hands on the wall above Caleb's head.
"I fall down!" It was an endearing throwback to when he was a baby learning to walk. His drunken smile reminds of those long-ago good tis when we were a family. The tis when I was a stay at ho housewife. I was raising my son and fucking my husband 2-3 tis a week. Years later, my ex told the other nights his lover was fucking him.
"Here! Mommy will help that baby stand up." Caleb grabbed my extended hand. Instead of standing, he pulled forward. He wrapped his hand around my hips. I stumbled forward. Caleb raised up and kissed my pussy.
I was slow to process what was going on. The alcohol slowed my reaction. My pussy welcod the attention. I reacted to his tongue probing between my labia. I clutched at his head. I wasn't sure if I was trying to push him away and press him tighter. His tongue felt so damn good!
"Wait, Caleb! Wait! We can't!" My body, ...and my pussy betrayed . I spread my legs, giving my son, my baby, better access to my pussy.
He had obviously done this before. He knew where to lick, how much pressure to apply, and to avoid the sensitive nub of my clit...for now!
Caleb's hand slipped up my hips to my ass. He clutched at it, pulling down to him. I squatted over my son's face, my hands against the wall.
I experienced the best pussy licking ever! His tongue moved across my hole like a violin virtuoso's bow across his violin. Each lick was like a note in a sonata.
Or maybe it wasn't his skills, which were substantial. Perhaps it was the kinkiness of my son, my baby doing it.
"Oh, dear God, baby! We mustn't...please! We mustn't!"
I ground my pussy into my son's face. His tongue is buried in my hole, as deep as the longest cock I ever had. My legs shook as my pussy spasd. I was going to cum! I was going to cum from my drunk son licking his equally drunken mother's cunt.
I felt a pressure in my vagina I had not felt in years. It is the pressure a woman feels when she pushes a baby out. The pressure she feels when her partner is particularly good, and she is going to cum. I scread and squirted. The scream beca a prolonged wail. My ejaculate sprayed my son's face and the wall behind it.
My legs gave away. I collapsed on Caleb's lap. The shaft of his rigid tool press against my still spasming pink cookie.
"WOW! Momma, you're the first woman to ever do that when I ate them!"
I look into Caleb's smiling face. My cum soaked his hair and forehead. It's running down the wall behind him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him.
I taste the unfamiliar taste of my ejaculate mixed with perspiration and Caleb's saliva. His mouth opened, and my tongue charged through the opening. Our tongues dueled inside his mouth. Our crotches grind against each other. We were lost in an eroticism unleashed by lowered inhibitions and alcohol. The incestuous passions natural to a mother and son, but suppressed by society's dictates, were unleashed.
I gasped when his cock slipped into my pussy. We continued grinding with my son's cock, his pussy filling cock buried in !
"Oh, baby! Mommy loves you so much!" His hands cupped my ass. My arms encircled his neck.
"I love you too, momma! Your pussy feels better than I ever dread it would!"
"You dread about this...about fucking ?" My head reeled.
"I would undress you and stand over you watching you sleep. I knew the demons you fought. I ached to crawl in bed with you and cuddle with you. I wanted to be the man who made you feel like a woman again."
I wanted to cry. I spent years looking for love in all the wrong places. For most of his life, love was right down the hall from .
All mothers are aware of their son's fascination with their bodies. Boys imprint on moms right out of the womb. She is the most important person in his life. Breastfeeding solidifies the connection. The act of nourishing him with her body creates intimacy like no other.
That fixation carries on through puberty. Most boys eventually grow out of it. They spend their lives looking for that woman who most reminds them of his mother. Caleb was telling what I instinctively knew. I was his perfect woman; he was my ideal man!
The bond we created at his birth has driven us to this mont. At so level, we always wanted to be joined again. I read an article once that said that only societal taboos kept a mother and son from becoming lovers. It said the bond created at birth was stronger and more intimate than any other bond. Mother and son want to share the intimacy again they felt when he erged squalling from her birth canal.
All of that is di-store physicology. Caleb's cock filled like no other. I not only felt him in my pussy, I felt him in my soul and in my mind.
Caleb's powerful thrust pushed in the air. I flopped around like a rag doll impaled on his tool. An alarm went off in my head. There was sothing...!
Before I could wrap my mind around the substance of the warning, my son's cock swelled in . Instead of the long strokes hard strokes, he began the short hard thrusts. He was cumming!
I braced myself with my hands against the wall. I pumped down hard on my son's spewing cock. I wanted it! I wanted his seed in . The eroticism of the mont, feeling Caleb cumming, drove my orgasm. My pussy clamped down.
"Oh, Fuck! Fill up! Fill your momma's pussy with your spunk!"
"Jesus Christ! MOMMA!"
Caleb scread as he flooded my vagina with his sperm. I rode waves of pleasure and intimacy. I have fucked many n. With Caleb, it was like it was my first ti.
We slumped against each other there on the floor. My son's cock was still in . Our foreheads touched.
We must have passed out. I woke up to Caleb trying to push off him. I stare around, trying to figure out where I was.
"Momma! Get up! We need to get to bed!"
I mumbled sothing. Caleb pushed off him. His cock slid out of my hole. Dribbles of my son's cum followed. Caleb lifted to my feet. We supported each other as we staggered down the hall. When I tried to enter my bedroom, Caleb dragged to his. I didn't protest. I'm too drunk! Besides, I wanted to be with him, to feel his strong arms envelop !
I woke up during the night to my son's cock pumping into from behind. I pump back. We fucked off and on through the night. And yes, at so point, he was in my ass! For that night, I was his slut!
Chapter
"Caleb! Caleb! Wake up, baby! Wake up!" I gently shake him.
There was nothing else to do. We are both adults. Adults who violated one of the fundantal societal tenets for close relatives. We fucked!
"Whuh...where? Momma!"
Caleb bolts up in bed. He looks around, confused. His eyes settle on , sitting naked on the side of his bed. His eyes widened, not at my nudity, but with the realization of what we have done.
"Oh my God, momma! Oh, my God!" Tears well in his eyes.
"Easy, baby! Easy! What's done is done! Calm down!"
"But momma! I...!"
His voice trails off. He holds his head in his hands and bawls. I pull him to my bosom and stroke his head as he cries.
I think back to when he was younger. He would co ho with bruises and scrapes. I would hold him like this then, comforting him.
"Baby, it's not what you did. It's what WE did! Like all things in life, once done, there is no undoing. We had sex. Maybe we shouldn't have, but we did. We need to move on!"
"How do we move on, momma? What do we do?"
His naked body felt warm against mine. My emotions run rampant. I am both mother and lover, moving back and forth between those roles. I held him tight. We couldn't go back. We had to move on.
"First, we need to clean up and get so clothes on! I'll fix us so breakfast!"
I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn't a motherly kiss. Nor was it an intimate kiss. It was a kiss that acknowledged a change in our lives.
Chapter
The remaining days of Caleb's Spring break were awkward. Our relationship had changed. We weren't sure of the new paraters.
Our embraces were difficult. We were not sure how tight to hold each other or how close. Other tis our hugs turned into impromptu make-out sessions. We would rip at each other's clothes. Our hands would roam over each other's bodies. Then one or the other of us would co to their senses. We would stop and try to go on as though nothing happened.
After he returned to school, I tried to get on with my life. However, I no longer sought anonymous fucks. They scratched the itch but did not fill the need in . Fucking Caleb had changed . I was celibate and sober for a month! It was the month after he left that I knew how much he changed .
Before Caleb ca ho for spring break, I had been having irregular periods and spotting. My gynie said I needed to get off my brand of birth control pill and go on another. During the transition, I used condoms for my slut activities. I didn't use anything when I fucked Caleb. I was pregnant with my son's baby!
I spent a week wallowing in self-pity. I knew I needed to tell Caleb, but I wasn't sure how or when. I took the coward's way out. I did not tell him.
I was eight weeks pregnant when I attended Caleb's graduation. I wore a loose-fitting dress to hide my baby bump.
I cried when he walked across the stage and received his diploma. There was a sense of relief and loss. I am no longer responsible for his life. He was on his own. And so was I.
"Momma, let's go have a drink and celebrate."
"I'll pass on the drink!"
I had decided to tell him. He had a right to know. I was sitting on the couch in his off-campus apartnt. Packed boxes and suitcases littered the floor. We were shipping his stuff ho. The plan was for us to take the train. Caleb had a month before he left for Capital City to start his career.
"Sit down! We need to talk!" I patted the couch next to .
"What's up, momma?" He bubbled with barely suppressed excitent.
"I've struggled with this. But I decided it would be unfair to you not to tell you!" I held his hand in mine. It felt strong.
"Tell what, momma?" Concern was written in his face.
"Um...you rember when you were ho for Spring break?"
"How could I forget!" He laughed. "Well, I rember so of it! We were pretty drunk!"
"Oh! So you're telling you took advantage of your poor drunk mother, and you can't rember what we did?" I was teasing him, hoping to soften the impact of what I must tell him.
"I'm not sure who took advantage of who! I do recall it was the most erotic experience of my life!"
He surprised by kissing on the lips. I pulled back when I felt the pressure of his tongue on my lips.
"Stop, Caleb! There's sothing I must tell you!"
"Okay, momma!" He sat back, eyeing ."What is it?"
I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant! It's our baby!"
I thought he was going to pass out. His eyes were unfocused. He wove slightly as he sat. His mouth opened and repeatedly closed like a guppy.
"I...are you...!" I an...! I'm not sure what I an or what to say!" He clutched at my hand. "Have you been to the doctor? What did he say? Is the baby...okay? What...?"
"Slow down! Slow down!" I laughed, holding my hands up to fend off his verbal assault. "The doctor says the baby and I are doing just fine. He said we would have to wait until it was born to see if it had two heads, three eyes or sothing like that!"
"What?" Caleb bolted up.
"Just teasing!"
Caleb stood over . "I should spank your ass!"
"Hold the thought! I'm pregnant! You can't be too rough!"
He began to pace the floor. "I'll move back ho! I'll find a job near you so I can help! I'll...!"
"You'll do nothing of the kind! You'll have your life, and I'll have mine!"
I lost that argunt! Caleb was able to transfer to an office closer to ho. He used his signing bonus money to buy a car. He wanted to redecorate his room into a nursery. I drew the line there.
"And where will you sleep, young man? Not in my bed! We got drunk and made this baby, but we're not going to get into so long term incestuous relationship."
He hugged . I started blubbering. Lately, I did that a lot. The doctor said it was the rush of hormones caused by my pregnancy.
"What a pair we make! You can't stop crying, and I can't stop loving you!" He grasped my shoulders and pushed back to arm's length. "It's going to be harder to hold you close with that belly!"
Like I said before, I never was a small girl. The swell of my belly was beginning to match my bubble butt. I felt like a whale! And I was horny!
I pushed his arms aside and wrapped my arms around his waist. I held him tight, relishing the feel of my son's body, my baby's father, close to . I looked up into his eyes.
"I love you, Caleb! And I love our baby! I want so much for him!"
"Him? You knew the sex and didn't tell !"
"I was going to tell you! I was waiting for the right ti!" I twisted away and backed up, laughing.
He chased around the living room. It was a short chase. I didn't really want to getaway. I wanted him to hold . I wanted to feel protected.
He caught . We fell laughing on the sofa. I was wearing only a shapeless muumuu. He pulled it up to my waist and spanked my ass. It was delicious to feel him take charge. I was always a closet submissive. My son's assertiveness brought it to the fore.
"Hey! I'm pregnant!"
"And you've been holding out on !" I turned so I was lying on top of him. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it felt amazing. The result of our love was sandwiched between us. It felt even better when we kissed.
I held his face in my hands. Our lips touched. It was light touch, just our mouths. His aroma was intoxicating. I pressed his lips with just the tip of my tongue.
"You know you have a big ass, right?
Outraged, I tried to sit up. Caleb held , preventing it.
"You sure as hell know how to spoil a mont!" I was spitting mad, twisting, and turning trying to escape. He had a devilish smile on his face.
"But you do! I used to watch you walk around the house in your lingerie. I wondered how it would be to fuck you doggie style and watch that big ass roll! Did we do doggie or anal in our drunken fuck?"
His hands slipped down and kneaded my butt. He was teasing . I could see that.
"I don't rember! You got your mother drunk and fucked her. You probably did my ass and everything else!"
"We had better start practicing doggie. When your belly gets bigger, that's all we'll be able to do!"
"Is that your half-ass way of saying let's fuck?" I was on my elbows laying on him, looking down into his grinning face.
"If you insist!" The devilish smile on his face was endearing.
"If I insist! Mister, I'll have you know I'm not going to beg for your cock."
And I didn't! We made out for a while. Then I straddle him. It had been two months since I felt my son's cock in . I cread like a teenager as he sunk in .
Chapter
I feel like a beached whale! I'm thirty-three weeks pregnant and due any day. Caleb still snores. I find it endearing now. His cock is buried between the pillows of my ass. His hand caresses my breast.
I scoot my ass back. His cockhead slips between the lips of my pussy. I read in one of those articles on late-term pregnancy that a lot of won don't want sex. I don't know what's wrong with those bitches! I can't stop fucking.
I want my son's cock in every morning and night. I can't get enough. The only frustrating thing is we have to fuck with him behind . I an, doggie style is fine. Back in my slut days, it was one of my favorite positions. But I want to look into his eyes as we fuck.
We tried it with on top. My engorged jugs slung milk all over the room. It was a hoot! We started laughing and couldn't stop.
Sue has been a big help. Having three kids gave her the elder statesman role. When we panicked because we didn't understand so change , we would call her. Yes, I told him about Sue and . No, we haven't had a threeso! Yet!
We can't put any weight on my belly. Besides, as big as my stomach is, not even Caleb's cock is long enough! And the baby is always moving. He kicks, he turns, he balls up on one side of my belly! It feels like he has invited a few friends in for a soccer ga!
I sigh as Caleb's cock slips into my hole."I love you, baby!"
"I love you too, momma!"
We fuck slow, enjoying the feeling of being joined by Caleb's cock in my pussy. His hand cups my breast. This is where I belong. This is the cock I searched for all of those years.
I'm still a cock loving slut. But I'm a slut for one cock only. My son's!
"Hey! I can feel him moving!"
"He does that a lot lately. I hope he doesn't bite!"
"Bite?" Caleb stops fucking . He raised on one elbow and looks at . "Momma, what the hell are you talking about?"
"You're so deep in my pussy, you're probably poking him. He might bite the head of your cock!" I start laughing and can't stop. I know and my two sons will have a good life!
Reviews
All reviews (0)