Mom petted my forearm with long, calming strokes while she encouraged me. "Doesn't that feel better?"
It did. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy?"
She kissed my bicep, then used it as a pillow for the side of her face against. "You're perfect, sweetheart. Do you think you can find Mommy's pussy if you poke around a little bit?" She flexed her butt muscles to emphasise her point.
I figured it was worth a shot. I lifted and dipped my hips a couple of times, prodding between Mom's legs without using my hands to guide me. It was harder than I'd thought it would be. I kept missing the opening, which led to my dick burrowing deep between her tightly clenched cheeks. Mom cheered me on every step of the way, and tried to position her butt in a way that made it easier to penetrate her.
"Do you want some help?" she chimed in.
"I think I've almost got it," I insisted.
"Just pull back, just a little bit. There you go!" Mom waited for me to obey before relaying the rest of her instructions. "Now, flex hard for me. Good boy! Stay nice and hard, just like that, and suck in your tummy."
She knew what she was talking about. I drew in my stomach, making it easier to isolate my movements without my belly getting in the way, and angled my hips forward. I knew it had worked by the familiar feeling of Mom's pussy fuzz tickling my cock head when it was in position.
I slid between the tightly compressed walls of dough, which were slick from the deluge of honey that had never stopped flowing from Mom's eager, sopping cunt. At first it felt like trying to force my dick through the eye of a needle, but gradually, the narrow passageway peeled apart to welcome me inside. After one slow, steady push, I found myself steeping in the juices that stewed at the bottom of Mom's pussy.
"Ohhhhh, god, yes!" she groaned happily, kicking her feet against the mattress. "Feels good to be home, doesn't it, sugar?"
I kissed the nape of her neck and dug in softly with my teeth. Goosebumps decorated her porcelain skin as I dragged my lips over it. I closed my eyes for a few strokes, savouring the nostalgic scent of her coconut shampoo. Nothing existed in the entire world other than my mother, and I could have died happy as long as it was with her in my arms.
She piped up from under my hulking body. "Uh, honey?"
I grunted, nothing more, and pressed my cheek against hers like I was trying to merge out bodies into one. I wanted to be as close to her as I possibly could. I could not stop myself from plowing into Mom with enough force to make the headboard rap against the wall.
A hint of anxiety crept into her voice. "Are you still filming?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well... what are you filming?"
I thought about it for a second, but instinctively continued my barrage of rampant thrusting. The camera, which was still strapped to my forehead, was buried in the mattress along with my face. It was filming only darkness, and I doubted it was picking up more than a few muffled grunts on audio.
"I guess you're right," I said. "I can just edit this part out, though."
Mom stiffened. "Er, yeah, but... If you're going to edit this part out--"
"Yeah, yeah. I will."
Mom raised her head and scoffed. "Okay, mister. You're too horny to listen."
"What do you mean? I said I would edit it out!"
She hung her head and threw her hands up in a defeated shrug, her body rocking back and forth as I drove my dick into her. "Right. But, isn't the whole point to-- ow, shit! Not so hard, honey. If you're going to go that deep, you have to slow down."
I apologized.
"It's okay. Now, like I said, isn't the whole point to film this? If you're going to cut it out doesn't that mean you're just... fucking me?"
I thrust a few more times, ensuring I was nestled against her cervix when she was trying to think with her head. She had made a good point, but I hoped that she was too enthralled with the otherworldly pleasure that we had created to keep up the fight. What we were doing then was not for the camera, erasing the one excuse we had left to keep from succumbing to irredeemable incest. It wasn't much, but it was still something for somebody - for her - to cling to if they really wanted to.
"Oh, honeyyyy," she moaned. "I think-- I think you have to s-stop." I could tell she was barely holding on herself. That was what I was clinging to, to justify ignoring her not-quite-a-demand.
"Just... a few... more... seconds." I kissed her neck again, and held my lips against her. "God, you feel so fucking good, Mom."
Mom dug her fingernails into the back of my scalp and released an extremely unladylike wail. "Oh God, fuck it. Tell me again."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell Mommy how good she feels," she panted hungrily.
"You're so tight that it feels like my dick is gonna snap off. It's fucking amazing!"
Mom groaned. "You're not just saying that?"
"Fuck no, Mom. I've never felt anything this amazing in my whole life!"
I could not see her smile, but the upward curve in her tone indicated that she was grinning with bashful glee. "Thank you, honey."
"I don't think I can last much longer. You got really, really tight when you crossed your legs."
"I'm not surprised. It's one of Mommy's special moves, after all. Do you want to try one last position before you pop?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Mom refused to answer me, clearly drawing out the reveal. She simply bucked her hips and rolled to the side, pushing me off of her so she could slither out from underneath. She led the two of us, her hand in mine, over to the large, leather tub chair that sat by the window on the far side of the room. A large, full-body mirror faced the chair head on. To my memory, it had always been tilted at a forty-five degree angle, so my curiosity was piqued.
I pointed to the mirror. "Did you do this?"
Mom raised her eyebrows in surprise, offended by the accusation. "I don't know what you mean, sweetheart."
Further evidence of her premeditated scene assembly had been tucked in to the corner of the chair. I noticed it before I sat down, so I reached down to investigate. To my not-so-great surprise, I pulled out considerably full bottle of mineral oil.
I waved the smoking gun between my first finger and thumb. "What's this doing here?"
Mom feigned surprise, but she was a terrible actress. "Oh, gosh. I don't know. Maybe some sort of well-meaning fairy placed it there, just in case."
I pursed my lips. "You're going with fairies, then. Is that right?"
Mom gave an exasperated shrug. "They work in mysterious ways."
"That's God, Mom. You're thinking about God."
"And maybe God is just one big, male fairy. Do you really want to argue with me about this right now, or would you rather me sit on your cock and let you squirt oil all over my boobs?"
"Um. The second one, I'm pretty sure."
"I'm glad we're on the same page. Now..." She pointed to the chair and snapped her fingers. "Mush, honey."
"Yes ma'am!" I scampered over and plopped down into the seat.
Mom stepped closer to me, so that her feet were between my outstretched legs. The chair was low to the ground, granting her enough height that she towered over me as she had when I was a kid.
I had not taken the time to appreciate how beautiful she was from that angle since I'd been a young boy. I gazed up at her with wonder in my eyes. I longed to be transported back to a time when she had genuinely been bigger than me, and had carried the weight of the world on her shoulders while keeping me safe from all the evils that it harbored.
She leaned in and cradled my face in her hands, tracing the jutted outline of my jaw with her thumbs. "I love you so, so much, Eric."
I extended my arms and coiled them around her backside, digging my fingers into her juicy rump as I pulled her close to me so I could place a kiss on her navel. "I love you more than anything in the world, Mom."
With my nose pressed to her tummy, she combed her fingers through my hair. "That dick looks like it's just about ready to pump some of that hot, liquid love straight into me."
I still could not come to terms with her offer. "Are you really going to let me come inside you? Isn't that dangerous?"
"Only for young girls who don't know their cycle the way a woman does at my age. I picked tonight because I knew it would be safe, so you can empty those big, fat fucking balls right in to Mommy's tummy and make the biggest, gooiest mess that you can!"
The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. "Hearing you talk like that makes me wonder if I'm even going to make it."
Mom buried her nose in my scalp, inhaling deeply before she parted with a kiss. "Afraid I'm going to make you come just with my words?"
"It wouldn't be the first time that you made me cum with your mouth."
"And, it won't be the last. Now, hurry up." She turned around and bent over to touch her toes. "Glaze Mommy's cheeks, please."
I grabbed the bottle and fired a steady, translucent stream onto her bottom. Dozens of slippery teardrops rapidly descended, weaving in between the tiny goosebumps that dotted her skin. They passed over the swell of her bulging cheeks, running down her thighs where she wore the glistening droplets like garters that connected to invisible stockings.
Once the parade of oil had marched over her curves, I finally rubbed it in. The shiny beads melded together, turning her ass into a shimmering canvas of porcelain perfection. In the right light, I could have seen my reflection in her polished skin.
Mom braced her arms on the sides of the chair and slowly lowered her greasy rump into my lap. She wedged my cock between her cheeks and pushed her butt into me, forcing my manhood as deep into the crack as it would go. Then, with great patience, she slowly began to grind on it, tending to its entire length with each of her methodical strokes. She wagged her tail, making the glistening slab of meat wobble back and forth. Thick, bulging ripples spread through her flesh, keeping my dick helplessly trapped between crashing waves.
She lifted her butt off of me a few inches, and told me to flex as hard as I could. I did, and my dick sprang away from my tummy to stand up straight in the air, pointed at the ceiling. Then, she reached through the opening between her legs and wrapped a hand around my cock to align it with her pussy.
"God, honey," she marvelled gleefully, stroking the muscular pipe with curious, wandering fingers. "You're still so hard! How long do you think you're gonna last?"
I grumbled in defeat, taking cues from the bulky, angry veins that ran up the length of my cock. "Not long."
Mom patted my leg supportively, then lowered herself into my lap. "That's okay. We'll go nice and slow, but just cum whenever you need to. Okay?"
My temple and my dick both throbbed as soon as I was back inside of her. "Uh, sure thing, Mom."
She did not fuck me; she knew I could not handle it at that point. All I could manage to withstand, for a few precious moments, was having her grind in my lap, methodically clenching her cunt muscles to milk the orgasm out of me. Each tender squeeze coaxed more and more of my hot, bubbling cum towards the point of no return.
I watched Mom's reflection in the mirror. Her hands roamed her oil-soaked skin, caressing and fondling her udders as they swung back and forth in time with her gentle rocking. Pounds of slippery dough oozed through her fingers as she tried to lift them, and they made a lewd slap against her tummy when she dropped them. She teased her nipples, rolling the firm, pink nubs between her digits, then traced small circles around her bumpy areolas to make the pointy peaks rise to their fullest.
I reached around her front and slid my hand down her tummy until I brushed the edge of her pubic hair. I twirled the oily strands around my fingers; they were as soft the hair on a newborn.
I reached my hand further into the maw of the hairy, drooling beast and traced my fingertips around its lips, which were bulging grotesquely around my girth. I travelled further down and formed my fingers into a "V," flanking either side of my dick - firmly embedded to the hilt - so I could feel precisely where I ended and Mom began.
"You like that, too, huh? Feeling where Mommy and you are connected?" She reached down with one hand and intertwined her fingers with mine.
The two of us took turns pawing at her splayed-open pussy, weaving our fingers together in a constant battle to be the one with their digits pressed against her opening. The strain on it was evident in the tension around the edge of the ring. It was an elastic band, and together we had stretched it to its limit - and, speaking of limits, I whinnied in Mom's ear and dug my teeth into her neck. "Mom, I--"
"I know, honey." She threw her head back so that it was resting on my shoulder, her cheek pressed to mine, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Go ahead."
"You're sure?"
She rubbed my forearm and pressed her back flat against me so there was not an inch of space between our oily bodies. "I want you to know how it feels."
Mom constricted her walls around me, ensuring my dick was rooted to her cervix. Then she pushed back into me with all her might.
I wrapped my hands around her midsection and hugged her tightly. My cock head was a soda can that Mom had shaken before opening. Once the seal was broken, everything inside of me came spilling out in a magnificent explosion.
Bulky cables of cum erupted from my tip, redecorating the inside of my childhood home with a fresh coat of wet, sticky paint. Mom jumped a little when the first powerful burst splattered against the mouth of her womb, but quickly settled into my lap and regained her composure in time to accept the second rope with a smile on her face.
My balls further unloaded into the creamy bath, flooding her cunt until ever corner had been drenched. Whenever Mom tightened her grip, she churned the syrupy concoction, stirring it into a frothy soup for my cock to marinate in.
I do not know which of us was louder; it was impossible to tell who was enjoying my orgasm more based on moans alone. Mom, for one, hit an octave that was usually reserved for spotting stray mice running across the kitchen floor.
"Oh my God, oh my God," Mom repeated on a loop, her mouth agape as she relished the torrent of buttery cum flowing into her.
I had never finished inside of a woman before. For the first woman that I ever bred -- successfully or not -- to be my mother was a transcendent experience. I knew I was awake, but at the same time, I knew I had to be dreaming.
I worried I would squeeze her in half, like one would pop the head off of a dandelion, but I simply couldn't relax my grip around her torso until my orgasm subsided. To her credit, Mom refused to do or say anything that would rip my head out of the clouds. When I finally felt my toes touch the Earth again, I released her.
"S-sorry, Mom. I didn't meant to hurt you."
Mom collapsed in my lap, letting her full weight rest on me. "Shh, honey. Shhh. You did amazing for Mommy. I'm so, so proud of you."
My heart swelled and my dick followed suit, although half-heartedly. "I don't understand how you can do this to me."
"I fear that your dick might have been -- quite literally, in fact -- made for me." Mom, with her head still resting on my shoulder, turned to kiss the side of my cheek.
Then she stood up and pinched her legs together. The tiny hole that we had so dutifully loosened together was no longer tight enough to contain everything we had fed into it, and a lumpy glob of cum immediately oozed out of her. It plopped onto the inside of her thigh, leaving behind a slimy trail behind as the droplet dribbled down to her knee. Mom was so full that she literally could not stop it from spilling out of her. If she was not careful, she would leave a stain when it dribbled onto the floor.
She extended her hand. "Follow Mommy."
I obeyed, but asked her where we were going, to which she replied, "We're going to cuddle, sweetheart. Come, come."
She led me to her bed -- the very same one I was conceived on almost two decades prior -- with a fresh load of my cum swimming in her pussy.
The details were communicated non-verbally: I was to be the big spoon. Mom laid on her side and poked her ass out, making the perfect shape for me to mold my body around.
She sighed happily. "Your dad never used to do this part with me."
I stoked her hair. "Why not?"
"Just wasn't much of a cuddler, I guess."
I blew lightly on the back of her neck. "Lucky for you, I am."
She pulled my arm to her chest, tucking my clenched fist under her nose so she could kiss my knuckles. "I'm lucky for you in a lot of ways."
"Likewise, Mom," I said warmly, then thought for a second. "So, all that pregnancy talk... was any of that real?"
Mom stiffened for a moment, then relaxed with a deep breath. "Do you want it to be?"
I was silent. I had never thought about it before.
"I think you'd make a great dad."
"And you're already the best mom in the world."
"You won't mind having to share me with your new little brother, or sister?"
"Not one bit. Besides, people go nuts for pregnancy content, and I think you'd look great with a big, round belly to rest your tits on."
She slapped my arm playfully. "Jeez. Men really do think about one thing!"
I kissed her shoulder, letting my lips linger for an extra second. "I kind of like the idea of making our family a bit bigger."
"Even if that means you'll have to share these--" she dragged my hand over to her tits and pressed down with her fingers, so I squeezed as instructed. "--for a little while?"
"It'll be worth it."
"Hmm. I'll think about it. Now, I have to clean up from the mess you made, young man."
Mom got off the bed and headed for the shower, but not before turning around and offering her hand once more. "Will you join me, honey?"
I floated off the bed and followed her into the bathroom. As long as she would have me, I would follow her anywhere. I left the camera behind, and Mom did not say a word about it.
Finally, after every piece of my plan had fallen into place, I was the only audience Mom needed. I was not her only fan, but I knew for a fact that I was her biggest one.
Far more importantly, she was only mine.