Sometimes Chelsea couldn't believe that her relationship with her son had come so far. She told herself that she had never intended it to - that things had "just sort of happened," which conveniently ignored the wellspring of taboo desire she'd harboured for so long. However, despite her persistent flirtation with denial, Chelsea could admit that she was very pleased with the result.
It had all started months ago. Mere weeks after her boy Jimmy had turned eighteen, he'd had Health Class Week scheduled at school. Being very religious, Chelsea had always pulled her children out of school to teach them about the birds and the bees herself. She did not trust the education system to teach the truth about procreation and love. The mother had heard enough about the political agendas that were worming their way into schools, and she'd always wanted her little ones to know the truth as God had laid it out.
"Mooooom," Jimmy had whined to her when she'd laid down the law. "I already know about... sex and stuff. You already taught me. Why do I have to stay home for a week?"
"Well, mister sexologist," she'd replied, "you are staying home for a week because that is how long the school has decided to feed you and your classmates the devil's lies... do not you roll your eyes at me, James Bywater!"
James had flushed at that. "Sorry, Mom," he had mumbled, kicking his feet. "Just... I'm not gonna get to see my friends for a whole week!"
Chelsea's heart had softened at that, despite her son's insolent eye-roll. The fact that he had recently became an adult had not changed that he was still her little boy in so many ways, just wanting to spend time with friends.
"Aw Jimmy... It's only a week. It will be over before you know it -- and besides, you can see your friends after school. Jason only lives a few blocks away. Or do you really dread spending time with your mother that much?"
Jimmy had kicked at the floor petulantly. "No, Mom. You know that I love you. And yeah, I guess I can see J after school. But what are you gonna teach me? It's not like we haven't talked about... it before."
Chelsea had been stumped at that for a moment. "Well... since I've already taught you about sex, why don't you tell me what the school teaches your classmates, and Mommy will see what is right and what needs correcting."
"Ummmm. Well, I've never been to the classes, obviously, but apparently, they always stress the importance of condoms."
Chelsea had already been slowly shaking her head before Jimmy had even finished saying the word 'condoms.' She'd nevertheless started her reply slowly, thinking of STDs spreading rampantly amongst the youth. "Mommy understands why the school thinks condoms are good for students, but condoms, like any form of contraception, are a sin, James." She had made sure that she'd been holding strong eye contact with her son as she'd impressed that upon him. He had shifted uncomfortably, but he had held her gaze.
"Why?" he'd asked uncertainly. "Don't condoms protect you from, like, STDs and getting pregnant?"
Chelsea had nodded her head in agreement while keeping her voice firm, her gaze serious and steady. "Protection from STDs is the only good thing condoms do, sweetie. STDs are terrible, and ruin lives, but really, you should not be having sex with people you do not trust -- especially if you don't know they are clean. So, really, you should not need a condom to protect you from STDs because you will NOT be having sex with people who have them."
"Ummm, right, Mom. Only people I trust."
"Exactly," said Chelsea, feeling momentarily mollified.
"But why are contraceptives a sin?"
"Well sweetie... what is the point of sex -- from your perspective."
"Ugh... to make babies... I guess. But I think most people do it for... for fun, really. Not everyone wants a baby." Jimmy had shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'd say that most people having sex don't want a baby." Jimmy had scratched his dirty blonde head, feeling awkward when his mom had gently shaken her golden locks in understanding disapproval.
"You are correct, pumpkin. The point of sex is to make babies... aaaand to feel good, but the two of those things go hand in hand! One cannot be separate from the other. Sex feels good because God made it that way so that we could multiply, and we are happy to multiply because it feels good to have a large family filled with loved ones. And, yes, it does... ahem..." Chelsea had coughed to cover up her embarrassment before continuing on. "... it does feel particularly good when you are making that large family." Even though she had been prepared for the conversation, talking about sex with her son so explicitly had elicited a blush from the prim mother.
"So... sex is all about making babies?"
Chelsea had swayed her head from side to side, as if indecisive. "Well, yes and no. All sex is going to have some risk of pregnancy, and you should never have sex unless you are willing to have a baby!"
Chelsea had then halted for a moment, pointed a stern finger at her son. He had nodded emphatically, so she had carried on after brushing some hair out of her visage. "But sex isn't always about making a baby, Jimmy. You should always be okay with making a baby, but sometimes, like if you are already pregnant, or are safe in your cycle, you know you can't make a baby but still want to have sex. That kind of sex is still pure and holy because you would be okay with a baby coming out of it, even if it isn't your goal, or even possible, at that time. Do you understand, pumpkin?"
Her son had looked pensive, but not confused, so Chelsea had supposed she had done well enough explaining. "Y-yeah," he'd stammered out. "I think so. Sex is okay if you are okay with having a baby, and should only be with people you trust."
Chelsea had nodded her agreement, a proud motherly smile on her face.
"But why is contraception bad?" he'd pressed.
Chelsea had sighed, disappointed that she had not made that clear. She had leaned across the couch and taken her son's hand in her own, squeezing it. "Contraception is a sin because it removes the possibility of creating life. Pleasurable sex is not a sin, but sex that is solely for pleasure -- that disassociates sex from the beauty that is life and birth -- IS sinful. Sex feels good, but there is also a lot of responsibility that goes with sex. It is wrong to treat sex lightly and just use it as a perverse form of masturbation."
Jimmy's cheeks had become hot with embarrassment at the mention of masturbation. "Oh. Ummmm. Yeah, that makes sense."
He had not known at that time that his mother had been very much aware of his secret stash of her stolen panties. At the word 'masturbation,' his mind had gone to that crusty pile of his mother's underwear lying on the floor of his closet. He had long since gotten into the habit of washing his mother's panties to clean them of his cum before putting them back in her hamper. With that precaution, he had been confident that his actions had gone unnoticed.
Chelsea had been more than aware of what had been going on. She had indulged her son's interest in her underwear, thinking it was normal teenage behaviour, and that any good mother would help her son relieve his desires if it were as simple as turning a blind eye. She'd told herself that it was far superior to him consuming pornography.
The mother had not wanted to embarrass Jimmy by letting on that she knew he liked his mommy's panties. Little had Chelsea known at the time, but her son had liked a lot more about her than just her panties.
"Sooooo," Chelsea had said after a lengthy pause, "no sex unless you're okay with a baby, and not with anyone you don't trust completely. Right, Jimmy?"
"Yeah, Mom. No sex unless I'm okay with babies and no sex with people I don't trust completely."
Her son had sounded dejected, so Chelsea had rubbed his hand. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" she'd asked sympathetically.
"Well..." He had looked at her, then, too embarrassed to speak. His bright blue eyes had searched hers, looking for some form of comfort. His mother had smiled encouragingly, her soft hands gently squeezing his. She had always been, and would always be, willing to comfort her son in any way he needed.
"It's just that... it seems like I won't ever have sex, then -- not for like a million years!"
Chelsea had needed to cover her smile at that comment. She had found her son's tragic dilemma a little comical. "Well, honey, yes, you probably won't have sex for a while, but that doesn't mean you can't have a relationship with a girl -- can't go on dates or have a kiss here and there."
Jimmy hadn't looked at her. Instead he had stared at the floor, sullen. "I've never kissed a girl."
"Oh... well, that's perfectly normal, Jimmy. Everyone goes at their own pace. I'm sure it will happen soon."
"But what if I'm bad at it!?" Her son had sounded so distraught that the petite mother had immediately and instinctively pulled him in for a hug, resting his head on her bosom like she had always done. She had smiled as she'd felt her son relax into her body. He had gripped her tightly as she'd stroked his hair to calm him.
"I'm sure you will do a great job, pumpkin," she'd said.
"How do you know?" he'd asked, his voice muffled by his mother's breasts.
Chelsea had not been able to help her little chuckle that time. "Because, sweetie: Momma raised a strong, competent boy. Didn't I teach you to try your best in everything? Just do the same with kissing and you will be great in no time!"
Jimmy had sat up and looked at her. "Yeah mom. You did teach me that." Suddenly, he had looked away, his cheeks flushed. "C-could you teach me... how to be good?"
Chelsea had frozen for a second. "Good...? Good at what, darling?"
"Good... good at kissing mom." Jimmy had still refused to look at his mother.
"You... you want me to teach you how to kiss?" Chelsea had pointed a slender finger to her ample bosom confined in her tight top. The mother had not failed to notice her son's eyes follow her hand to her breasts, but she had allowed it. It had not been the first time that her son had stared at her chest, and it would not be the last.
"Well... yeah." His eyes had crept back up to hers. Chelsea had just stared at her son, at a loss for words. Jimmy's face had fallen at seeing the expression on hers, and he had looked hurt. "Or never mind," he'd mumbled. "It was a stupid question. What kind of loser wants to learn how to kiss from his mom... just forget I asked." Jimmy had gone to stand up, but as he'd done so, his mother's hand had snapped out and stopped him.
"Pumpkin... sit down."
Jimmy had gazed at his mom. She'd had an expression on her face he had never seen before, but he'd known it was kind. Warily, he had resumed his seat beside her.
Chelsea had gazed at her son for a long time before demurely tucking some golden hair behind her ear, looking away for a second, and gathering her thoughts. With an expectant sigh, she had turned back to her son. "Are you sure, Jimmy? Mommy would be willing to... help you practice this. But... it would mean I am your first kiss. Are you sure you want your mother to be your first?" She'd been almost wincing as she'd forced out the words, but to her amazement, her son had begun nodding his head in fervent affirmation before she had even finished.
"I wouldn't want it to be anyone else!" Jimmy had stated, sounding absolutely sure. "I... I love you, Mom."
Chelsea had not been prepared for that. She had heard her son say that he loved her thousands of times, but that time, with the way he had looked at her, with the request he had just made, those same words had felt very different. Suddenly, she had felt her stomach boil with nerves. Her whole body had felt as if its temperature had risen a few degrees, and instantly she had felt a nervous excitement she had not felt in years.
"Oh..." The silence had stretched on as Chelsea's dazzling hazel eyes stared at Jimmy's baby blues. "Well then... ummm, I suppose that is okay, then." Chelsea had found her breath very shallow. Jimmy's slow, brilliant smile had quelled her indecision, but had also exacerbated her nervous excitement.
"Yeah?" Jimmy's smile had been disbelieving.
Chelsea had allowed herself her own cheeky grin. "Yes, pumpkin. You can kiss Mommy." The words had sounded strange to her own ears.
"Sweeeeeeeet!"
Chelsea had almost rolled her eyes at her sons' childish enthusiasm, but she had held herself back. Instead, she had smiled indulgently at her boy. Oh, he's grown up so fast.
Suddenly, his excitement had met his nerves, and her son had not known what to do. He had shuffled closer to her, but had frozen once he'd been a few inches away.
"Here, baby," his mother had whispered, having realized that she would need to take the lead.
Gently, she had reached out and wrapped her slender arms around Jimmy's neck. He had swallowed, nervous as he'd made eye contact with his mom. He had not been accustomed to her being so close to him, nor to the soft, enchanting expression on her face. "You can hold Mommy, too, sweetie," she'd whispered softly.
With shaking hands, her son had reached out and gently cupped her sides with his palms, as if he had been afraid to put any pressure on her.
Smiling, Chelsea had removed one hand from around her son's neck and guided his hand a few inches higher up her side, pressing it firmly into her ribs just below her breast. Jimmy had gotten the hint and squeezed his mother with a light pressure. "Just like that, pumpkin," she'd said, then casually linked her arms back around his neck and smiled at her son.
"Y-you're so pretty, Mom." The words had escaped Jimmy's lips before he could stop himself, and he had blushed furiously when he'd heard his thoughts spoken out loud.
Chelsea had only beamed at him. "Thank you, Jimmy! That is exactly the sort of thing you want to say to a woman before you kiss her."
"It is?"
"Yes. It is." Mother and son had continued to stare at each other for a few moments. Chelsea had been waiting for her son to lean in, trusting that he would sense he needed to do that part himself. Thankfully, he had. Nervous, but eager, Jimmy had leaned closer to his mom, his eyes locked on her plump, rosy lips.
With a faint smile tugging at the corners of those same lips, Chelsea had met her son halfway. Both had closed their eyes as they had locked lips for the first time, lost in the sensations of each other.
Jimmy had been amazed at the feeling of his mother's lips - soft, like two warm clouds against his own. The second thing he had noticed had been its moist wetness. As his mom had moved her lips over his, he had responded in kind, amazed at how sensitive his mouth had been.
Chelsea had adored her first kiss with her son. She'd found his mixture of nervousness and eagerness endearing, and had been all too happy to guide him gently through more of the process.
She had not noticed how her nails had casually scratched the back of her son's neck -- the motion having been completely unintentional -- until she had felt him shiver as a result.
Eventually, she'd had to pull away. She had not been about to make out with her son for his first kiss. Many would have said that they had just made out, but Chelsea had told herself at the time that it had just been a chaste kiss between a mother and her son. She had not wanted to admit how much she had enjoyed it, even to herself.
"Wow, Mom." Jimmy had stared at his mother in awe, amazed by her beauty; to him, she'd appeared to be glowing. The smile she had then given him had been angelic -- so full of a mother's love. There'd been a little something else in it, too, but it had been something he had not yet learned to recognize.
"Was that a good first kiss?" Chelsea had asked demurely. She'd let herself giggle at his insistent nod. "Well, Mommy is glad you enjoyed it."
"It was the BEST, Mom!" There was a beat of silence, as some of his awkwardness had returned. "T-Thank you."
Chelsea had stared at her son for another moment, unsure, but something had then come over her and she had darted in, locking lips with her son one more time. It had been slow and sweet again, in its own way, but over quickly. Her son's dumbfounded, starry-eyed expression had confirmed in her heart that the second kiss had been worth it. "You're very welcome, Jimmy." Chelsea had then patted him on the knee affectionately -- a much more appropriate gesture between a mother and her offspring.
Jimmy had continued to stare at her. "C-can we practice again sometime?" The need in his voice had set something inside Chelsea to smoldering. She would soon find out that, once lit, those flames did not go out.
"Mommy thinks that is enough practice for one day, pumpkin." As she had seen Jimmy's expression start to fall, she had relented. "Buuuut... another time, yes. Mommy would be happy to help you... practice kissing."
She'd had to laugh as her son had bounced up and down on the couch, pumping his fist. "Yesyesyes!" He had stood up and kissed his mom, though only on the cheek, surprising her. "Thank you so much, Mom! You really are the best mom in the world!" He'd rushed his words, but they had been sincere. Chelsea had been surprised by how much they had meant to her, and she had flushed, buzzing with queer feelings she could not quite explain, other than to say that they had felt good.
-
Chelsea smiled through her pleasure at the memory and bent down, gently locking lips with her son, trying to mirror their first kiss: soft and sweet.
"Mmmmommmmmm," Jimmy moaned through their kiss, his hands moving from his mother's hips to cup her full tits, stopping their gentle swing and squeezing their soft, pliant flesh. Chelsea hummed into her son's mouth and pushed her hips back, insistently wiggling her butt to seat Jimmy's cock deeper inside her cunt.
Chelsea humped her son. Her thrusts were slow but strong as she lovingly made out with Jimmy. Her tongue danced in his mouth, her saliva pooling amongst his. Jimmy eagerly swallowed his mother's spit, savouring the taste of her. He squeezed her tits, loving the way they were just too big for his palms and spilled out between his fingers. He also loved the way his mom reacted to his touch, her movements becoming needier as he groped and explored her flesh. He was obsessed with the way Chelsea would shudder and twitch sometimes when he found those special spots on and or in her body. His cock twitched in delight at the mind-boggling thought that he was carnally joined with the woman who had birthed him.
Even though Chelsea could make out with her son for hours - they had done just that three days after their first kiss - she pulled away, sitting up on her son's lap to look down upon him, casually swirling her hips. She loved how Jimmy still held onto her boobs, unwilling to let go of his mommy. Chelsea adored how much her boy needed her, and how he showed it so eagerly with his touches.
"You always did like Mommy's tits," Chelsea cooed, running her fingers through Jimmy's hair, looking down at him with love and wonder in her eyes -- an expression only a mother could have. Her son smiled up at her innocently and sweetly, even though his cock was throbbing greedily deep within her pussy.
"Why wouldn't I, Mom?" Jimmy asked, as if the alternative -- not loving her breasts -- was ludicrous. To him, it was; he loved everything about his mother's tits. They were full teardrops that were large for her slim, delicate frame. They sloped down to graceful, rounded points tipped by her large, pale pink nipples. Jimmy gazed between the soft boobs in each of his hands. Her puffy nips were hard and erect like pencil erasers. With his swirling thumbs, he teased his mother's sensitive nubs.
"They're so perfect," he said reverently. His eyes were lost in his mother's flesh. Chelsea gazed at her son's rapture, and she could not help but nibble at her lip. "They're so soft. Hmmmmmmm... God, so soft..."
Chelsea grinned with her lip still between her perfect teeth. She was proud of her boobies and of her adoring son. Jimmy treated her and her body so well - the way, she was coming to realize, that she deserved, and that all mothers deserved. She even felt the briefest pang of sadness for all the mothers who never received such treatment, but her own pleasure pushed it away "The best pillows in the world," she said. At those words, both mother and son fondly remembered all the times in his life that Jimmy had lain his head on his mother's chest, using her tits just so - as pillows.
James leaned forward, wanting to feel his mother's tits against his head. Chelsea, seeing his motion, accommodated her son and leaned forward to meet him. She giggled when Jimmy nuzzled her breasts, letting them dangle and bump his face. Her smooth flesh was warm against his nose; she liked the way his breath tickled her soft flesh. Chelsea closed her eyes when Jimmy latched onto one of her nipples and began to suck like he had done as a baby. He was of course no longer a baby, as was made obvious by his raging erection knocking at her womb. The mother purred like a cat deep in her throat and arched her back, swirling her hips while her son suckled.
Jimmy, matching the motion of his mother's hips, swirled his tongue around her nipple, loving the way the soft skin stood erect and eager in his mouth, and loving the way his mother moaned when he teased her sensitive nub with his tongue.
Jimmy breathed in through his nose and let his mother's warm, familiar scent wash over him. He reveled in her softness - all of her, atop him. Her pliant flesh was silky smooth and wondrously warm on his. Her petite, wriggling body was as intoxicating to him as her aroused, womanly scent.
Jimmy loved the smell of his mother -- not only the familiar, comforting smell which he had always known, but also the new, secret musk of arousal that he had only become privy to as an adult. The way the two scents mixed was divine. The soft, warm one he had always known brought back memories of being held and snuggled as a child, while the new new, deliciously horny scent brought to mind much more recent ones -- memories wherein Chelsea's warm, gushing pussy held his dick just as tightly as she held him in her embraces, and possibly even tighter.
With a wet plop, Jimmy released Chelsea's nipple. He looked back up at his mother, who was tucking a long silky strand of golden hair behind her ear, smiling down at him. She gently shook her head.
"They don't have milk yet, you know, Mr Greedy Guts." Chelsea teased Jimmy in a babying voice as she bopped him on the nose with a slender finger. She casually swirled her hips at the same time, loving the way her son pushed up into her with an eager little thrust.
Taking her breasts in her own hands, Chelsea hefted them, appreciating their soft weight. She squished them so that her pale flesh spilled out between her fingers. She teased her nipples with her finger pads and bit her lip in a gesture she knew dripped sex. "They won't have milk for a few months yet. My baby is going to have to be patient." Chelsea stressed the last word, looking at her son with a raised eyebrow, using her no-nonsense Mommy stare.
Jimmy stared back up at his mother and nodded, secretly loving when his mom looked at him like that while he was inside of her. "I'll be patient, Mom." He ran his hands up Chelsea's smooth thighs and up her sides, his palms coming to rest beneath her tits. Chelsea smiled proudly down at him and removed her hands, letting Jimmy fondle her breasts, enjoying how he played with her body.
-
Chelsea had thought her son's education would cease at learning how to kiss, but she should have known better. One day, the snowball rolling down the hill grew. It had been during one of their steamy make out sessions -- which had, by then, become a daily occurrence in the Bywater home. Mother and son had often sat on his bed, or on a couch, hidden in the basement, as they'd locked lips for hours, lost to the world as they'd immersed themselves in each other's' mouths - kissing, pecking, smooching, and snogging each other.
One day, a couple of weeks after their daily make out sessions had started, Jimmy had accidentally brushed Chelsea's nipple as he'd moved his hands to caress her back. Horny from kissing her son for so long, his mother had involuntarily shuddered.
"Ah! I'm sorry. A-are you okay, Mom? Did I hurt you?"
Chelsea had blushed, but had smiled at her son's genuine concern. "You didn't hurt Mommy, pumpkin. You just brushed my breasts. They are... sensitive right now."
"Oh... but it didn't hurt?"
Chelsea had looked at her son with deep open eyes and slowly shook her head. She'd hesitated to make the admission, but ultimately had. "It felt... good."
Jimmy's cheeky grin had immediately made her second-guess that decision. "Yeah?" he'd asked with sudden confidence. As he'd reached out, a hand moving towards her breast, his mother had done nothing to stop him. Chelsea had breathed in deeply through her nose when Jimmy had cupped her breast through her shirt.
"Wow," Jimmy had mumbled, his expression one of awe as he had gently squeezed his mother's boob through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Chelsea had looked at her son, her shiny, blood-filled lips parted slightly, a rosy hue suffusing her cheeks, and her golden waves a little messed. Her hazel eyes had sparkled as she'd stared at her boy while he'd reverently massaged her tit.
Jimmy's voice had gotten quieter. "It... it ummm. Feels good, Mom?" He had gently passed his thumb over the nipple he could see poking against the soft cotton. When Chelsea had let loose a whimper, her lip suddenly between her trembling teeth, he'd known that his mom had liked it.
When Chelsea had opened up her eyes, she'd seen her son staring at her with rapt attention, his expression oozing awe and excitement. Chelsea had flushed red and looked away for a second. When she'd felt her son's hand leave her breast, she'd looked back to him, guiltily wondering why he'd stopped.
"Sorry, Mom," Jimmy had mumbled apologetically, thinking that he had gone too far. Chelsea had paused for only a second before she reached out, taking her son's hands in her own, and guiding them back to her chest so that he'd held both tits through the fabric.
"It does feel good, baby," Chelsea had whispered before she had locked her son in an even steamier kiss.
After that, every make out session between mother and son had involved some heavy petting and much booby-groping.
One day, Chelsea had been sitting in her son's lap, pretending to not notice his thick erection rubbing against her mons and bum as she had undulated in his lap. At the very same time, Jimmy had been groping his mom's tits, pretending not to notice the wet spot he'd felt forming through his mother's yoga pants.
Jimmy had already felt his courage welling up over the previous weeks thanks to his mother's increasingly permissive attitude; emboldened even further by that hot wetness just above his groin, he had decided to snake a hand up Chelsea's body, underneath her clothing. Chelsea had frozen at first when she had felt her son's warm hand touch the smooth skin of her tummy, but she had allowed it and resumed making out with her son. She had raked his shoulders with her nails. When his fingers had directly touched the flesh of her breasts, she had shivered, then kissed Jimmy even more fiercely.
Jimmy, taking that as a green light, had slipped his other hand under his mother's shirt, and grunted in bliss at the feeling of Chelsea's smooth, bare flesh. He'd already known how soft and squishy his mom's boobs were, but to feel how satiny smooth her skin was, and how much warmth was in them as they'd filled his palms, had been an infinitely better experience than he had anticipated.
At one point, when their lips had broken apart - and while Chelsea had been breathing by her son's ear as he'd continued to tease her nipples -- Jimmy had spoken up. "Can I see them, Mom?"
Chelsea had slowed her undulating hips, but not stopped them, as she pulled back to look down at her son. She'd had a pensive look on her face as she'd considered his question. Jimmy had continued to gently massage her boobs, teasing the nipples. Chelsea had found that to be quite persuasive.
"O-okay pumpkin," she'd said. "For educational purposes. You need to know what a woman's body looks like and how it responds to... stimulus." Chelsea had come up with the feeble excuse to save face, and Jimmy had only nodded in agreement, smart enough to shut up to take 'yes' for answer.
When Chelsea had taken the hem of her shirt in her hands, Jimmy had let go of his mom's tits, resting his hands on her shapely hips. His mouth had dropped along with his mommy's tits. As Chelsea had pulled her shirt up over her head, the shirt had pulled her large boobs up with it. Jimmy had been amazed at the sight of her smooth, pale underboob, but when the pair had come bouncing back down, the smooth flesh rippling as her tits settled, he'd been unable to believe his eyes.
His mother's breasts were heavy teardrops of pale cream capped by pale, pink, puffy nipples that had been standing proud. Just visible underneath the creamy, silken skin had been thin, wandering blue veins. In between the cleft of her tits, behind the small golden cross dangling on a thin chain, Jimmy had noticed a small smattering of very pale freckles.
Chelsea had smiled shyly, tossing her shirt aside as she'd looked at her besotted son. He'd truly been struck dumb, in every sense of the word. His mouth had hung open. His eyes had been wide; they had flicked back and forth from one breast to the other. Smirking proudly, his mother had reached down and run her hands from the bottom of her tits upwards, cupping them and hefting them appreciatively.
"You like Mommy's boobies, pumpkin?" She had teased her son sensually, even bouncing in his lap to make them shake. Her brow had furrowed when she'd felt his iron-hard erection against her pussy.
Jimmy had stared at her in confused wonder. "I-I'm in love, Mom," he had whispered, his eyes travelling back to her chest.
Chelsea had giggled. "You can't be in love with a pair of boobies, sweetie." She had reached out to stroke her son's hair.
"But I am, Mom! They're so perfect. I... I didn't know that God made women so perfect."
Chelsea had blushed, her body temperature rising as desire had grown in her belly. "Pumpkin." She had had no other response to that. Jimmy had just looked up at her and smiled so sweetly that she had believed-- no, she had known-- that he'd thought of her as perfect; it had made her heart melt.
"I love you, Mom," was all he had said next, but to her, it had meant everything. Chelsea had not replied with words, but she had attacked her son with a kiss, pressing her bare tits to his chest. Her nails had raked her son's shoulders when she had felt him grab her ass, squeezing her plush mommy tush.
When Chelsea had pulled up, she had smiled down at her son and dangled her tits in his face, watching his eyes shake with her boobs' movement. When he had leaned forward and trapped an evasive nipple, the mother had whimpered at the unexpected, but very welcome, mouth.
Chelsea had been amazed at all the sensations that had come from her son's mouth on her breasts. At that point, it had been years since someone had sucked on her nipples, and she could not recall ever having felt so much electricity from a pair of wet lips. Seeing Jimmy, her little boy all grown up, with that peaceful, hungry expression as he greedily sucked on her teat, had brought back so many memories of when she had breastfed him. Those memories, paired with the fresh feelings he'd been stirring up inside of her, had made her positively sodden down below. She had cradled her son's head to her chest and encouraged his sucking, desperately wishing that she'd had some milk to give him like she'd had all those years ago.
Chelsea had let her son suck on her breasts, switching him from one to the other when the first had gotten sore. "Don't bite, baby. That hurts Mommy. Just use your lips and tongue, Jimmy. Yesssssss, pumpkin... just like that... good boy.... You can tease Mommy's nipples, too. You don't need to suck so hard all the time. Sometimes they need a break."
Jimmy had heeded his mother's instructions and had given her nipples a rest, instead kissing the smooth flesh of her breast surrounding the sensitive pink circles. Chelsea had bit her lip, incredibly turned on that she'd been teaching her boy how to please a woman. If not me, then who would have? Some older, divorced harlot? Surely not some inexperienced girl - not her fault, of course, but she simply wouldn't have been able to.
From then on, Jimmy had been at his mother's breasts daily. Chelsea had continued her 'education' of her son, loving the way they'd grown closer each day, and loving the way Jimmy had grown more adept each day. Jimmy had been eager to learn, and even more eager to practice, practice, practice.
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Jimmy sucked on Chelsea's breasts, as if by will alone he could draw milk from them. "But I'll still try to drink from them every day... I don't want to miss out on the first day I can drink just because I didn't try." He tried to hold back the excitement in his voice, and utterly failed to hold back the excitement in his thrumming dick. Chelsea hummed with pleasure that pulsing, throbbing excitement rushed through her, moving from her pussy throughout her whole body, suffusing her with a warm glow.
She half-moaned, half-giggled as she leaned down, covering hers and her son's face in golden curtains again. "Okay, pumpkin." She languidly rocked her hips. "You can keep trying... Mommy wouldn't want you to miss out, either."
Jimmy stared at his mother. Her face was so close that she wasn't in focus, but he loved the feeling of her being so near. He loved the feel of her warm tummy pressed against his; her soft, squishy tits pressed between their chests; the warmth of her breath of his face; and the scent of her surrounding him. He loved the light filtering through her thick golden hair, hiding them as if they were the only two people in the world. He even thought of them as more of a single being during their couplings -- a mother and son, connected as one, joined in the most primal, taboo, sublime way imaginable.
Jimmy took in a shuddering breath and gripped his mom's butt with strong, yet trembling hands. "I-I love you, Mom... Soooo much!" He hissed as he pushed his hips up into hers while pulling hers down. Chelsea made a choked whimper in her throat, but spread her knees out further on the bed and bucked her hips, her clit rubbing against her son's bush.
"Oh, Jimmy!" Chelsea gasped, holding her son's face in her hands, her nails gently scraping his scalp and digging into his cheeks. She kissed him on the lips. Her son eagerly returned the kiss, hot and wet. Their tongues danced with the other. Chelsea sucked on Jimmy's lips, biting his lower one and pulling away, hunger in her desperate movements. "Mommy.... luuuuuuuvsss... you, too." Chelsea gasped halfway through her words, a small orgasm overtaking her while she stared down at her son. Her hazel eyes, pupils rimmed with electric blue, shone with a fierce desire as she jerked her hips, aggressively mating with her son.
James stared up at his mother, smitten by her fierce beauty. He loved when his mom rode him hard and desperately. Sometimes her sexual ferocity frightened him, but she had never hurt him. It was always just fierce enough to be more thrilling than it was scary.
Chelsea's movements became jerky, and then slowed as she felt a fatigue settle over her. She loved humping Jimmy for all she was worth, but she wasn't his youthful eighteen, and couldn't keep up that pace forever.
"Here, Mom," Jimmy offered. "Let me take over." He gently patted his mom's bum, making it wobble. Chelsea smiled gratefully down at her son and, lifting one slender leg, pushed up off him. She bit her lip as she felt his cock slide out of her. She felt so lucky as she rose higher and higher, needing to raise herself a good distance before Jimmy's cock could actually exit her pussy, deep as it had been.
The mother felt hollow as her cunt began to close up. Jimmy's dick slapped down on his stomach with a wet splat, covered as it was in Chelsea's goo. With a tired moan, the mother collapsed sideways on her son's bed, her body jiggling as it settled amongst the sheets and blankets.
"You look so pretty when you're all sex-tired, Mom," Jimmy whispered happily.
Chelsea giggled tiredly and stroked her son's hair. "You always say Mommy looks pretty, pumpkin. You say I look pretty when I cum. You say I look pretty when I wake up. You say I look pretty when I suck your dick." Chelsea blushed at that last one, but she'd felt a thrill as she had said it.
"Because you do always look so pretty." The words were simple, but Jimmy said them with such conviction and love in his voice that Chelsea felt them deep in her soul.
She smiled at her boy and stroked his face. "Thank you, baby."
"Thank you... smch... Mom." Jimmy began to kiss down his mother's body.
"For what?" Chelsea giggled at her son's lips tickling her flesh.
"For... smch... this..." Jimmy whispered just before he lapped at Chelsea's clit. She gasped, not at all surprised but very pleased, as she felt her son begin to slurp up the juices from her sloppy pussy.
"You're welcome... sweetiiiiiieeee!" Chelsea's slutty moan turned into a squeal as Jimmy sent electricity coursing through her body via her clit. "Such..." She gasped for air. "Such a goooood boy!" Chelsea reached down and took fistfuls of her son's hair. She humped her cunt into Jimmy's face, her hips rocking; her warm, strong thighs cushioning his ears; her feet scissoring behind his back to lock her grip; and her heels resting between his shoulder blades. She pulled him into her mommy muff as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Chelsea thanked the Lord that her son had been so eager to learn about her pussy all those months ago.
Chelsea, after much pestering, had, weeks past, allowed her son to inspect her vagina for 'educational' purposes.
"These are mommy's labia, Jimmy," Chelsea had explained, spreading her fat lips apart to expose her bright pink insides. "There are the labia majora... these ones." Chelsea had tapped her thick outer lips, making them jiggle. Jimmy had stared, awed at his mother's plump pussy. The outer lips were creamy pale and thick. The inner ones were bright pink, full of folds and shiny with Chelsea's dew.
"Then, down here--" Chelsea had slid one of her red, polished nails through her gooey folds, down to her entrance. "--this is mommy's vagina." She had blushed, her heart racing as she had felt Jimmy's grip on her thighs tighten. She'd stopped herself from moaning at his insistent grip.
"That's... That's where I came from, right? Me and Sam?"
Chelsea had bit her lip. She had not known why it had been so arousing to hear her son talk about the place of his birth as his place of birth while staring at it, but she had felt her pussy clench despairingly around nothing at his words. She had nodded her head curtly in admission. "Yes, baby. That is where you and your sister came from: Mommy's vagina. It goes deep inside of me, and it leads to Mommy's womb. That is about here." Chelsea had used another bright red nail to poke into the soft flesh of her tummy just beneath her belly button.
"And then your ovaries are off to the side, right?" Jimmy had asked, taking his own hands and indicating the spots with his thumbs, his palms resting on her hips and his fingers rubbing her tummy. Chelsea had nodded, smiling at her son, proud of how well he'd listened and learned.
"Yes, pumpkin. That is where Mommy's ovaries are." She had placed her hands over his; he had not seemed to mind that her fingers had been with sticky with her womanly dew. They had smiled endearingly at each other. "My ovaries hold lots of eggs, and once every month, mommy drops one in the hopes that she might get pregnant." Chelsea had not known why she had said that out loud. She had always wanted a bigger family, but she'd not felt the need to ever share that with her two children.
"Y-you want to get pregnant?" Jimmy had asked, dashing Chelsea's hopes that he had not picked up on that slip.
She'd blushed immediately. "Well... yes, Mommy would enjoy having another baby, but you and your sister are all grown up. Your father doesn't want more kids, and it wouldn't make sense to start all over again." Chelsea had waved a delicate hand noncommittally, trying her best to sound casual and dismissive.
"Oh. Okay, Mom. I think a little brother or sister would be cool... ya know... if that matters."
Chelsea had felt her heart swell in appreciation for her son. She had squeezed his hands over her tummy. "Thank you, Jimmy. Your opinion does matter to Mommy... but anyways. As I was saying. Mommy's ovaries are there. But back down here." Chelsea had pushed her son's hands lower and out of the way so that they had rested on the very inside of her thighs. "Mommy has her urethra. That's where I pee." Chelsea had felt embarrassed explaining that part, the normal function of her privates somehow more embarrassing than the sexual function, but she had promised her son an explanation of female anatomy, and she had not wanted to omit anything.
"And just above," she'd continued, "right here, Mommy has her clitoris. This. Hrnnnn!" As Chelsea had pulled back her clitoral hood to show Jimmy her bright pink little bean, she had stimulated herself. She had not realized how horny she'd become, how the slightest touch would feel like heaven. "This... is what makes Mommy feel good -- kind of like your penis, but more sensitive."
"Really?" Jimmy had glanced up from Chelsea's cunt to look past her sloping breasts to her face. Her hazel eyes had locked with his. "More sensitive than my d... penis?"
Chelsea had nodded, her hair gently bobbing. "Yes, baby. Well... Mommy doesn't know how sensitive your penis is, exactly, but the clitoris has more nerve endings than a penis does."
"Wow... Mine is pretty sensitive. I guess yours must be really sensitive, Mom."
"Yes, pumpkin.... Mommy's lil bean is very sensitive."
Jimmy had smiled up at her insolently. "'Lil bean.'" He'd repeated the words with amusement, leaning close to her pussy, face inches away from her muff, to coo at her clit. Chelsea had shuddered. She'd instantly and acutely felt the warmth from Jimmy's breath.
Jimmy had backed up, surprise on his face. "Oh! It is sensitive."
Chelsea had swallowed and smiled at her son with a mother's patience. "Mommy said so, pumpkin."
A silence had stretched between them as Jimmy had stared at Chelsea's pussy, eyes flicking between clit, lips, and vagina.
"Okay, Jimmy," Chelsea had whispered as she had closed her legs, blocking her son's view, and also her view of him. As such, she had missed his raised eyebrows as his mother's closed legs had formed the perfect upside-down heart, her fat pussy lips pushed out right in the middle. The only thing he had ever seen more beautiful than that sight had been his mother in her entirety.
"O-Okay, Mom. Thank you for teaching me."
"Of course, pumpkin. Anytime." Chelsea had dangerously added that word at the end, wanting to leave the door open.
The thrill she had gotten as Jimmy had gazed at the place of his birth had decisively convinced Chelsea to allow her son consistent peeks at her pussy. Every time after that, when he had looked at her vagina, he had looked just as smitten into stupidity as the first time, and it had always sent his mother reeling with horny nerves.
One day, when Jimmy had insisted on another pussy refresher - his fifteenth, by Chelsea's count, all of which she'd indulged for no better reason than that she liked to show her muff to her son -- Jimmy had asked what she had been dreading/anticipating.
"C-can I touch you, Mom?"
Chelsea had been getting ready to say no, but the way he had called her 'Mom' at the end had given her pause. She had looked at Jimmy. He had looked earnest and shy there, kneeling between her spread legs.
"You... want to learn how to touch a woman... with your mother?" His eager nod had even further endeared him to her, and aroused her besides. Chelsea had swallowed again. "Ummm. Yes, pumpkin. Yes, you can touch Mommy. You need to learn these things, after all, And, umm.... I might as well be the one to teach you."
"I wouldn't want anyone else, Mom."
Chelsea hadn't known how her son continually did it, but he somehow had always managed to say the sweetest things that got her mommy muff positively giddy with excitement and drenched in her womanly goo.
"Just... just be gentle, baby. Remember, Mommy is..."
"Sensitive!" Mother and son had chorused in unison, making them both grin conspiratorially, Chelsea had bit back a titter.
"I'll be gentle, Mom," Jimmy had whispered, his fingers creeping from her thighs to reverently spread Chelsea's lips apart. She'd moaned in response, but had then squeezed her eyes shut, fearing that if she did not divert her attention, she might cum on her own son.
Jimmy had explored his mother's cunt. He'd been amazed at how wet she'd been. His finger, after only having dipped into her warm folds, had come away with clear, sticky strings of grool clinging to it. Taking a deep breath, he had leaned in close, inhaling her scent.
Chelsea had whimpered; her eyes had been closed tightly, so she couldn't see what Jimmy had been doing, but she had been able to feel and hear him. His fingers had delicately played with her lips - smooshing and spreading them, getting a feel for her. Chelsea had known he had been sniffing her sex by the noises he'd made as he'd breathed in, and it had embarrassed her terribly. A part of her had insisted that no son should know how his mother smells when she is damp with lady dew, but that was what had set Chelsea to trembling, weak from arousal. Her body had insisted, without her approval, that her son know just how strong her pussy scent was, and just how wet her cunt could get. Despite her best efforts, her body had been giving off all indicators of arousal it could.
"You... smch." Chelsea had gasped adorably as Jimmy had kissed the inside of her thigh. "Smell... smch." Another kiss, another shudder. "So good... smch." Chelsea's small hands had clenched and unclenched on nothing. "Mom..." At 'Mom,' Chelsea had let her eyes roll back. There had been something ungodly sweet about hearing Jimmy call her 'Mom' while he'd played with her pussy and talked about how nice she'd smelled. It had undone her - pulled her apart by the strings.
Chelsea's eyes had suddenly snapped forward from the back of her head and opened when she'd felt Jimmy's lips on her own -- though not the lips he had been making out with those past weeks. His lips had sealed, slid over, and sucked on her fat, juicy, downy-blonde pussy lips.
Jimmy had listened to his mom, and he'd been gentle with her delicate quim. He'd gracefully molded his mouth to his mother's cunt, and had slid his tongue through her folds, gathering up all her delicious cum. There had been a lot to gather.
Jimmy had grunted in surprise when he'd felt his mother's hands snap down like claws to latch onto his head, trapping him in place. He had opened up his bright blue eyes and looked past his mom's tummy and the swell there, and past her beautiful, sloping tits, to see her half- lidded, hazel eyes staring at him with an electric hunger, the light blue in the centre almost glowing.
"Hmmm?" He'd hummed the question into his mother's cunt. He had not expected it to do anything, but he had inhaled sharply in surprise -- her scent overpowering -- when he'd watched his beautiful mother's face twitch, her eyes crossing in a comical but undeniably titillating expression. Then, suddenly, her silky-smooth thighs had been locked around his head. His mother had had more strength than he would have given her credit for. As her back had arched, her heels had pounded against his shoulders, painfully. However, Jimmy had barely registered that pain, distracted as he had been by the fountain of cum that his mom's vagina had spat out into his mouth.
Chelsea had screeched, her body spasming as her boy had dutifully begun to drink her cum. In that moment, knowing that her son was downing her pussy juice like Kool-Aid; knowing that he was going to have her cum in his tummy for the rest of the day; and knowing that he'd liked it from the way he had mumbled appreciatively into her muff, encouraging her to give him more; had made Chelsea cum and cum. Never in her life had the mother of two experienced an orgasm like that. Her teenage son's eager mouth, commitment to her pleasure, and hunger for her pussy had sent Chelsea to heights she had surely thought must be the heavens amongst the angels.
From then on, like everything else Chelsea had taught her son, it had been reinforced with practice, and more practice... and even more practice. Both mother and son had desperately wanted to ensure that Jimmy got the best education possible.
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Back in the present, Chelsea let her trembling legs fall from around Jimmy's head. She gulped in air, some of the blood leaving her flushed face as her body relaxed from its heightened, strained state. She flinched in pleasure as Jimmy lapped at her pussy, cleaning up what he could of the mess she had sprayed everywhere.
"C'mere pumpkin," Chelsea husked, hands held out towards her son, fingers clasping in a come-hither motion. Jimmy smiled and crawled up the bed, his raging erection poking his mother in the hip and tummy as he scrambled upwards. Chelsea smiled and grabbed hold of Jimmy's engorged length, squeezing it with her slender fingers and loving the spongy resistance it offered.
"Mmmmmm..." The mother moaned happily into the kiss her son pressed upon her lips. "Such a good boy, making mama cum like that." She hummed when she felt Jimmy's cock pulse and swell in her hand.
"I love making you cum, Mom. It's like... my favourite thing to do."
Chelsea smiled at her son, gently stroking his face. "I know, sweetie. You won't let me have a moment's peace -- always wanting to be inside of your mommy." Chelsea teased her boy even as she wantonly spread her legs for him.
Jimmy didn't need any more invitation, and wasn't put off even slightly by her gentle ribbing; he eagerly climbed between his mother's thighs. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, Mom." He slotted his cock at Chelsea's entrance, then slid it through her folds. His mother swirled her hips in response, trying to trap the head, at least, in her cunt.
"Inside you is my favourite place in the world, Mom... Oh, God, you're always so warm." Jimmy gasped as he found his way back inside his mother. Chelsea mewled and locked her heels behind Jimmy's butt, pulling him in deeper with her legs. "You're my home, Mom. I belong here."
Chelsea couldn't hold back her moan and arched her back, pushing her cunt at her son, wanting him warm and safe deep inside her. "Oh, baby, yessss! Yes, you belong inside of Mommy." Chelsea gasped her agreement, her nails raking down her son's arms as she looked up at him.
He began to thrust in and out of her, always pressing his groin against hers so his cock was balls deep in her hot quim. "I was made here." Jimmy wrapped his arms around his mom's lower back, gripping her bum and resting his chest on hers for maximum leverage to plow her pussy. His lips were right next to her ear as he continued to whispered. "I was born here."
Chelsea mumbled sweet nothings, her own hands gripping her son's taut butt, her sharp nails digging in deep.
"I want to live here."
Chelsea squeezed her cunt in agreement. Her eyes rolled when her son kept his cock deep in her cunt and swirled his hips, his pulsing meat pole stirring up her gooey insides.
"And I want to die here!" he exclaimed, thrusting his hips urgently. Grinding and teasing became pummeling.
"Silly boy!" Chelsea ran her fingers through her son's hair, her legs sensually sliding all over her son's smooth flesh, maximizing skin on skin contact. "You can't die inside of Mommy." She shook her head, but she was smiling. "Do you want to drown in my pussy?" There was nothing teasing in her tone; rather, it was filled with wanton implication.
"Please," Jimmy gasped in affirmation. Oh, God, please, Mommy." His already powerful thrusts became desperate. "I never want to leave you!" After that, his pleas descended into grunts; his orgasm was swiftly approaching.
Chelsea clenched her jaw, staving off her own orgasm for a minute. "You'll have to leave when the baby is born." Chelsea gasped between powerful thrusts. She shuddered when she heard Jimmy groan like a wounded animal. His cock swelled significantly at the talk of her pregnancy. "At least for a little while, while Mommy heals."
"I'm so happy that you're having my baby, Mom!" Jimmy whispered fiercely into his mother's ear. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of her ass as he flipped the pair of them on the bed so that Chelsea was on top again. His mother trembled in pleasure and wiggled her hips appreciatively. She did usually like being on top and in control. When Jimmy gently pushed at her shoulders, she sat up, looking down at her son to see why he wanted her upright.
When Jimmy's hand and eyes went straight for her tummy, and the visible swell there that showed the proof of their love, Chelsea bit her lip, understanding. She found it endearing how much interest Jimmy took in his growing child/sibling. She covered his hand with her own, gently pressing it over her womb.
Jimmy imagined his own son/brother or daughter/sister growing inside the same woman he had come from while his thumb stroked said woman's clit. He watched, amazed, as his mother grimaced in ecstasy. Her other hand shot down to trap his in place and stop his thumb's motion while she climaxed. Chelsea's chest and face flushed red as her pale skin filled with blood. The cords on her slender neck stood out, her clavicle bone in sharp relief and a vein visible on the side of her temple. The faint tone of her arms became more obvious as she gripped her son's hand in her own slender claws.
Chelsea did not cry out at first. Her big orgasms always started silent, the wave hitting her and carrying her higher and higher in a still expectation. As that wave crashed back down, Chelsea's body trembling to announce its arrival, she shrieked, her voice ripping out of her like a jet engine in a wind tunnel.
As Chelsea's legs clenched, her ankles jerked, spasming and causing her feet to tremble and shake, toes flexing and curling as she was ripped apart by pleasure. First, her back arched, her ass sticking out to form a delicious curve.. Then, it curled. She hunched forward into her son, her sharp nails raking lines down his chest as she hissed through clenched teeth, drool escaping her parted lips.
"Ff-f-f---ffffffff-ffAaaaaaAAAAaaaCCkkkk!" Chelsea screamed, finally finding some control over her body and immediately using that control to throw her hips back. Both mother and son heard a noisy squelch from her slimy pussy as she pushed back against Jimmy's throbbing cock.
"Fuck, Mom!" Faintly, Chelsea heard her son curse, but she didn't care -- not in the throes of her mind-bending, deliciously naughty incest orgasm. She mindlessly continued to gyrate her hips, lifting off her son's lap about an inch only to loudly slam herself back down, loving the noises her drooling pussy made as it took her son's cock to the root. The scent of sex that filled the room -- the scent of her and her son's mating -- was like a drug, filling her mind with delicious emotions and memories.
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As she climaxed, Chelsea's mind went back to when Jimmy had knocked her up -- or at least when she suspected he had. She believed it to have been the first time they had had sex. Chelsea had been at peak fertility when she'd taken her son back inside of her for the first time.
Jimmy had been eating Chelsea's box out that afternoon after having come back from school. His backpack had lain discarded on the floor of the basement, along with his mother's bright pink panties. Jimmy had had his head buried beneath Chelsea's yellow pleated skirt while she had had her slender hands underneath her blouse, squeezing and massaging her own tits. She had been lying on her back on the couch, her bum on the armrest, while Jimmy had crouched on the floor beside the couch, his arms wrapped around his mother's warm thighs in a tight grip to ensure her muff had stayed close to his hungry mouth. Her knees had reached for each other at the back of her son's head.
"Nnrrrmmmm nommmmm nommmm mmmrrrrnnnnngh!" Jimmy had voiced noisily as he'd munched away at Chelsea's gooey quim. She had trembled on the couch, her eyes closed in bliss, her plump, pink lip between her shining white teeth.
When Chelsea had pulled Jimmy's head up from beneath her skirts, his face had been a shiny mess of her cum, but he had been beaming with youthful pride. Chelsea had blushed at that, always a little embarrassed by how messy she always left her son.
Chelsea had pulled Jimmy onto the couch with her, and they had begun to make out. The mother had mewled adorably as her son had casually slotted a finger in her sopping pussy and slid it into her tight, molten depths. They had continued to make out for minutes, gently pawing and grabbing at each other, loving the feel of each other's bodies.
"You know mom... Smch." Jimmy had lain a kiss on Chelsea's cheek. "I think... Smch... You would look so beautiful... Smmmmch... pregnant... Smch."
Chelsea had frozen at the last word. "What, pumpkin?" she had asked, still motionless as Jimmy had kissed her neck.
"I said... Smch... You would look so beautiful... pregnant, Mom... Smch... Ya know... Smch...since you said you wanted more babies... Smch."
"Oh, sweetie." Chelsea had finally resumed touching her son's body, gently stroking his back and shoulders. "Mommy was just thinking out loud. I don't think I have it in me to have any more babies. You are enough as it is." She'd leaned back to smile at her son so he would know she hadn't meant any harm in it. He had smiled and rolled his eyes at her comment before attacking her with a fierce kiss on the lips.
"Well, why not, Mom? You're still young --and healthy! Look at your hips." His hands had wandered down to said hips as he'd spoken, gripping them and caressing their luscious curves. "These were made for babies. I'm sure you could have many more little Jimmys."
Chelsea had been stimulated by her son's words, but had laughed at his final joke. "Hmmm. Maybe. But Momma wouldn't want any more lil Jimmys. One is enough."
"Yeah?"
"Mhmmm." Smiling at each other, they had locked lips, slow and sensual.
"Still... I would like to see you pregnant, Mom... I never did get to see how beautiful you were while carrying me." Chelsea had pulled her son close, remembering how she had felt when she'd had her not-so-little one in her tummy so long ago. She'd had to admit the idea of having more little babies kicking in her tummy was thrilling.
"You liked being pregnant, right mom?" Jimmy had asked, his hand casually rubbing Chelsea's tummy.
Chelsea had smiled and looked down at her son's hand over her womb, placing her own smaller one over his. "Mommy loved being pregnant with you and your sister, pumpkin. I felt so alive with you inside of me." Mother and son had both thought how those words might be interpreted in a sexual manner, but neither had said anything about it.
"And... and you liked making Sam and me, right? You liked making babies?"
Chelsea had blushed, but she had made eye contact with her son, and had nodded slowly. "Yes, sweetie. Mommy liked making you and your sister. Creating life is a beautiful thing."
Jimmy had stared at his mother and swallowed; his eyes had searched hers. His voice had lowered to a whisper. "Do... do you think we could practice? Practice making babies I mean." He'd even maintained enough courage to keep looking at his mother while he'd asked.
Chelsea had stared back at her son. She had expected that question sooner or later. She had already let her son stick his tongue and fingers in the place of his birth for 'educational purposes.' She had been sure he would ask to stick his dick in sooner or later, and she had already decided that she would let him, but she'd wanted to be sure that it was what he wanted.
With a deep breath, Chelsea had reached out and cupped Jimmy's face in her hands, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks. "Are you sure, pumpkin? Mommy knows you are a virgin, and you've already had your first kiss with Mommy -- your first oral intimacy with me, too. Are you sure that you want me to be your first time, too? You wouldn't rather give your virginity to someone your own age?" She had laid out her concerns for her son plainly, but Jimmy had been shaking his head steadily as she'd spoken.
"I know I want it to be you, Mom," he'd replied. He had gripped her plush tush and pulled her close, their faces inches apart so they'd both been out of focus in each other's eyes, but at that distance there had been an electricity sparking between them. "I wouldn't give my virginity to anyone else in the world -- not when you are the perfect woman for me."
"Jimmy, Mommy isn't perfect," Chelsea had whispered, her voice hushed as her sparkling hazel eyes had flicked between his brilliant blues.
"Don't say that, Mom! I think you're perfect. I love you so much, and if I'm going to have sex with anyone, I want it to be you."
Chelsea had just continued to search her son's eyes, and when she'd seen the absolute conviction there, she had nodded. "Okay, pumpkin," she'd whispered. "You can make love with Mommy."
Jimmy had slowly grinned, unable to contain his joy. "Yeah?" he'd whispered excitedly.
Chelsea had smiled and nodded her head, pushing a strand of golden hair that had fallen in her view behind an ear. "Yes, Jimmy. You can have sex with your mother." Chelsea had poked her son in the chest, then, and her voice had taken on a teasing tone. "Spoiled little momma's boy."
Jimmy had sighed contentedly, snuggling his head into Chelsea's warm bosom the way he had always done. "I am yours, Mom, forever and ever."
The words, and the so familiar motion, had melted Chelsea's heart, and she'd felt tears spring into her eyes, but they'd been such joyous tears she'd let them fall down her cheeks without a second thought. She'd hugged her boy close to her chest, a fierce strength in her grip as she'd breathed in her son's scent. Chelsea had felt her tummy roil in excitement as she'd realized she was going to become one with her son. She would have Jimmy back inside of her once more, but that time, there would be a very different kind of pleasure and love, and she'd greatly looked forward to that.
Jimmy had been shaking in nervous excitement as he'd stripped off his clothes. Chelsea had wiggled out of her own, the butterflies in her stomach doing nervous flips and twirls. When all that had been left was her socks, Jimmy had slowly pulled them off for his mother. His eyes had kept looking to hers as he did so, nervous smiles on both of their faces.
"You are so beautiful, Mom," Jimmy had voiced quietly, his hands running up his mother's ankles, calves and thighs as he'd taken in her full naked beauty.
"Thank you, sweetie," Chelsea had returned demurely, tucking her chin inwards as if trying to hide. She had felt truly exposed, completely nude in front of her son, but the way he had looked at her in awe and desire had stopped her from attempting to cover herself. Chelsea had even wanted to show her son more of her body if it would get more reactions like that.
Jimmy's gaze had quickly returned to his mother's pussy. Her soft, golden curls covered her mound. Jimmy had tickled that hair, making Chelsea's legs twitch and her lips curl into a smile.
"Be careful, pumpkin. Mommy kicks when tickled."
Jimmy had smiled up at her. "Sorry, Mom. Just... I can't believe I'm gonna be inside of you again." Jimmy's voice had been expectant and very excited. He'd gently slotted a finger in Chelsea's gooey entrance and dipped it in experimentally. He'd hissed at the heat of his mother's cunt. "You're so tight, Mom. It will fit, right?"
Chelsea had held back a slutty moan. "It may take Mommy a minute to adjust, but of course you'll fit, sweetie. You were made to fit inside of me."
Jimmy's smile had been sweet, but not innocent. "I guess that makes sense," he'd mumbled as he'd shuffled into place, his cock resting over his mother's mound, balls resting on her clit so that both mother and son could see how far his cock would reach inside of her.
Chelsea had swallowed as she'd seen her son's cock come all the way to her belly button. She'd briefly reconsidered her assurance to him. Chelsea hadn't been fucked in years by that point, and even the last time Peter had fucked her, his cock hadn't been half his son's length, nor its girth. Chelsea had never been stretched by a cock as big as her son's.
She had nevertheless swallowed in determination and squared her shoulders, readying herself by shifting into a more comfortable position on the couch. Of course I'll be able to take my son's cock, she'd told herself. God wouldn't have made my pussy and his cock incompatible.
However, it had ultimately seemed to her that God had found some humour in making mother and son just at the limit of compatible. As Jimmy had begun to slide his cock into Chelsea, it had been a SNUG fit. If she hadn't been so set on having her boy back where he belonged -- if it had been anyone other than Jimmy -- she wouldn't have even considered trying it in the first place. As it had stood, however, she had not been about to disappoint her little man.
"G-go slow pumpkin!" Chelsea had gasped, slender fingers splayed out on Jimmy's lower abs, stopping his hips from pushing any further.
"Sorry, Mom. Just, you feel so good." Jimmy had stopped his movement and basked in the sensation of his mother's quim, only his head slotted inside of her. "Oh my God, you are so warmmm!" Chelsea's brows had furrowed in pleasure at her son's praise of her pussy, but she had focused on trying to relax to allow Jimmy in deeper.
"Are... are all pussies this tight?" Jimmy had asked after Chelsea had given him an encouraging nod and he had sunk another inch into her. He'd had to stop again after that, however. She'd grimaced, and her hand had returned to his abdomen.
"I... don't know, pumpkin," Chelsea had said through gritted teeth. "Mommy only has the one."
"It's okay, Mom," Jimmy had said softly, having looked down in amazement at where some his cock had gone inside of his mother. "We don't have to try any further. I'm just happy to be back inside of you." His eyes had had trouble comprehending the fact that his dick -- or at least the tip of it -- had disappeared into his mother's body. When he had looked up at her face and seen his mother's lewd, grimacing expression, he'd felt as if he'd been transported to another world -- which, in a way, he had. He'd entered the cozy-warm, wet dimension that was his mother's cunt, and it had been extraordinary.
Jimmy had let his cock rest there, the head and an inch of his shaft nestled securely in Chelsea's warm, spasming depths. He'd breathed through his nose, deep and slow, as he'd rubbed his mother's thighs, trying to calm himself and her. It had worked. Mother and son had held eye contact, both breathing slowly -- in through their noses and out through their mouths -- as they'd gotten acclimated to being joined again.
"Go a little deeper, baby. Oooooooohhh! Yes, pumpkin, just like that. Nice and slow inside of Mommy." Jimmy had had trouble deciding where to look; he had loved watching in amazement as more and more of his thick cock spread his mother's tight, stretched pussy. It had been like magic watching it disappear into her body. Yet, he had also loved watching his mother's expressions change rapidly between pain and pleasure, her eyes often closed or half lidded.
Chelsea had bit her lip, grunting dumbly as her little pussy had gotten stuffed full of cock in a way it simply never had been before. "Shhoooooooo big!" the mother had moaned through clenched teeth.
"I-I think you're just really tight, Mom," Jimmy had mumbled down to his mother, closing his eyes to focus on the wonderful way his mother's pussy spasmed around his gleeful cock.. Fuck! You grip me really tight." For Jimmy, the warmth and velvety wetness had been otherworldly. Chelsea's insides had been heated and slimy in the most perfect way imaginable for her son. Chelsea had closed her eyes, too, focusing on the pulsing veins and ridges of Jimmy's cock as it had slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her soul.
Finally, when Chelsea had felt her son's heavy balls come to rest on her bum, she had flickered open her eyes, looking down at where she and her son had been joined. "Oh," she had whimpered weakly, teeth suddenly between her lips as the image of her son's cock bulging out her belly just beneath her belly button had melted her mind with wanton desire. She had been able to see her son's cock poking at her tummy from the inside, and she'd been able to feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of her.
"I'm home, Mom," Jimmy had said breathlessly, his breathing having come shallow and quick while he had stared in amazement at that same image from a different angle. Reverently, Jimmy had reached out and touched his mother's stomach, right where his dick had been. As he'd done so, Chelsea had moaned sultrily and arched her back, her hips pushing at his to gobble up more son-cock.
Jimmy had been flabbergasted. "Cool," he'd mumbled somewhat stupidly, but wholly truthful. Sex was fucking cool, especially for a recent virgin. For Jimmy, there was something absolutely magical at being inside of someone else. Not only the absolutely deliciously warm gooey feelings of his mother's insides, but just knowing that he, her son, was inside of her. They weren't two people anymore, but one person again. And it felt right.
"Oh, pumkiiiin! You are home. You're back inside of Mommy!" Chelsea's voice had been high and keening as she had eagerly pushed herself at her son, wanting him to move - wanting to feel his cock, the cock she had made, move inside of her. The sensations that had been coming from his hot, pulsing cock just resting inside of her had been delicious, but her body had wanted a little pounding.
"You're perfect, Mom," Jimmy had said, still awe-struck. "You're so perfect." His hands had travelled up his mother's smooth, warm thighs to grip her hips, his fingers sinking into her flesh there. Chelsea had whimpered and bucked her hips, eager for what had been about to come next. "And your pussy... I can't believe I came out of this mom. It's like a vice! -- a warm, grippy vice!"
Chelsea had half laughed, had whimpered at her son's words. "T-Thank you Jimmy. Mommy didn't kno-oooow... that she had such a tight kitty... But you can moo-oove, baby... you can fuck Mommy."
Upon hearing those words, Jimmy had locked eyes with his mother. He'd seen the submissive desire in her eyes, and it had set a fierce hunger growing inside of him. However, he had still been slow as he'd drawn out his cock, watching the whole time. Chelsea had whimpered as she'd felt her son's cock leave her. Jimmy had loved how his dick had come out dripping, shiny with his mother's clear cum.
When just the head had remained inside his mother, Jimmy had pushed back in, all in one smooth, deep stroke. Chelsea had thrown back her head, the cords standing out on her neck as she had moaned whorishly. Her claws had come down to grip her son's hands, which had still been holding onto her hips. The slap of her son's balls on her bum, and the noisy queef her gushy pussy had made had embarrassed her a little, but on the whole, Chelsea had loved the sounds she and her son had started to make together.
"O-oh-hh Mommmmm," Jimmy had whimpered, amazed at all the sensations his cock felt as he slid through his mother's gooey embrace. Chelsea had just keened in her throat, looking at her son and nodding, not needing to understand the unspeakable pleasure that had come from their joining.
Just like that, mother and son had begun their mating. Jimmy, with Chelsea's guiding hand, had found a good rhythm to plow his mother's pussy. Chelsea had shuddered and squirmed as her pussy had been stretched and fucked like never before. She had wondered if all sex between mothers and sons was so magical.
All too soon, Jimmy had felt his orgasm approaching. All his previous orgasms up until then had been achieved with his hand. Going from that to the wonderful warm and wet of his mother's vagina had obliterated his ability to restrain himself.
"Mom... Mom!"
"Mmmmm... pumpkin?"
"I-I'm gonna cum, Mom... I'm gonna cum in your pussy. I'm gonna cum in my mom's pussy!" Jimmy's teeth had been gritted, and his fingers had locked onto his mother's hips in a death grip. He'd had trouble believing that he'd lost his virginity to his mother. The notion that he was also going to creampie her had seemed impossible, even though it had been fast approaching.
"Yes, baby! Yes, Jimmy! Cum inside of Mommy! Fill my pussy up! Put all your sperm in Mama's womb!" Chelsea had felt her heart racing -- a thrill unlike anything she had ever felt tearing through her as she had anticipated the first splashes of her son's spunk. Chelsea had always loved creampies. Afterall the mother had thought, that is how all sex was supposed to end. But there was something completely different when it was her son.
Mmmm-oooooooooommmmmmm!" Jimmy's hips had fallen out of rhythm, erratic as he'd instinctually pushed his cock deep and begun to spew his baby batter into his mother. Chelsea's eyelids had flickered and her eyes had begun to roll as the heat of her son's seed had shot into her. She had been able to feel the ropes of warm, gooey nut splash against her cervix, coating her insides with the seeds of life.
Filled to bursting with her son's throbbing cock, Chelsea had cum. Her cunt had gripped down tightly on the spitting schlong and milked it for all it was worth. Chelsea had held tightly to Jimmy, wrapping her slender legs around his waist and pulling him into her with her heels. Pure bliss had overtaken her as her womb had been soaked in warm jizm.
Mother and son had moaned deliriously as they had climaxed, practicing the purest form of love imaginable. Yet that 'practice,' would, in the end, turn out to be the real deal. At that time, Chelsea had been at peak fertility. Unbeknownst to her or her son, in her womb had sat an unsuspecting egg. It had stood no chance as Jimmy's spunk had shot inwards like a fire hose and raced towards it.
As mother and son had been catching their breath, both coming down from their highs and gazing at each other in amazement and adoration, they had been unaware that a new life had already begun growing inside of Chelsea. Having just lost his virginity, Jimmy had become a father, and Chelsea a mother once again -- and a grandmother, too.
"Oh... Oh my God, Mom," Jimmy had gasped and stammered out. "That was... that was better than perfect."
Chelsea had smiled and stroked Jimmy's cheek. She had lovingly squeezed her cunt around his cock. "You liked that, baby?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Mommy is glad. I liked it too, pumpkin."
"I-I think I want all my orgasms from now on to be like that."
Chelsea had giggled at those words. "You want all your cum to go inside of Mommy from now on, mister?" she had asked, looking at her son with her no-nonsense mommy stare. However, she had chirped when she had suddenly felt Jimmy's cock twitch and swell inside of her. That had been the first time she had learned that her son liked being scolded by his mommy while inside of her.
"Umm... Well, yeah. Why would I want to waste my cum in a sock or tissue when it feels infinitely better inside of you?"
Chelsea had simply stroked Jimmy's cheek, chewing on her lip while she'd thought about his request.
"Maybe, sweetie, but Mommy isn't making any promises." She had pointed a finger at him, her eyes serious, and had been rewarded with another cock twitch.
"Okay, Mom! Could we maybe, practice again?" Jimmy had already been drawing back his hips, and he had asked the question as he had sunk his spermy cock back into his mother's messy cunt.
Chelsea had whimpered, but nodded her ascent. "Y-yes pumpkin. Another time should be fine."
Without ever taking out his cock out of Chelsea, Jimmy had pumped another three loads of baby batter into her womb before he had let his soft cock slip out of her battered pussy. Both mother and son had watched as a torrent of incestuous seed had seeped out of her bright pink lips to dribble down her thighs and asshole.
From that day on, Jimmy had blown all of his loads into Chelsea's womb. Chelsea hadn't let Jimmy fuck her every day, but Jimmy had been a dutiful son and stopped masturbating completely, saving up his nut for the miracle that was his mother's pussy. Each time she had felt her son spew his molten seed inside of her, Chelsea had been more convinced that what they had been doing was simply right.
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Chelsea had always loved sex, but sex with her son felt to her like a piece of divinity itself. There was no other person on the planet that could possibly fit inside her so well as the being she had created in her womb all those years ago. It just made sense to her. Sons belong inside of their mothers.
"Gonna cum, Mommy!" James whimpered, eyes squinted in pleasure, but unable to stop staring at the wild sex monkey that was his mom bouncing up and down on his cock. She smiled/grimaced at him, both with an animalistic need and a sweet, loving mother's adoration. Jimmy was always amazed that those two expressions could coexist on her face, but there they were, prompting his orgasm.
"Gooood boy," Chelsea purred, her nails tracing lines of electricity along her son's stomach. "Cum for Mommy." She bounced her hips, loving the feeling of her plush tushy connecting with his thighs on each downswing. "Cum in Mommy's pussy, pumpkin." She leaned forward and licked her son's ear, her breath hot and moist. "Knock Momma up again. Put another baby in my tummeii!" Her legs began to tremble. Her body matched her spoken desire to be continually bred by her own offspring.
Jimmy knew that he couldn't knock his mother up again -- she was already pregnant with his baby -- but the idea inflamed his passion and imagination so much that he couldn't help but try and oblige her.
"Mmmmoooooooooom!" he cried out, his arms around the small of his Chelsea's back, her luscious ass just below his grip as he pushed his hips up off the bed. Jimmy lifted his squealing mother with him. Her legs dangled off to the sides of his hips, bending upwards from the knees so her clenched feet were near her ass. Her nails dug into the flesh of Jimmy's sides while she held on for dear life. Her golden hair was messy, half covering her face, but what Jimmy could see of her expression looked positively silly. Chelsea's eyes rolled, one half lidded and the other closed, with her mouth parted open. He stared up at his mother's crazy expression, her tits wobbling in the most wonderful way as she trembled atop him. He could feel her spasming pussy as it pulsed and clenched around his cock, and he could even see the muscles in her tummy flex as her body naturally tried to milk his cum from him.
Seeing her body work so hard for his orgasm, Jimmy began to cum. He grunted, his own face going red to match his mother's, and his balls jumped. Burning rope after burning rope of gooey jizz spewed from his cockhead to splatter against his mother's cervix.
As they both came, mother and son thought of the little life that was already growing inside of Chelsea's tummy, and they both wished for some kind of miracle that would let Chelsea be bred once again, not wanting to wait until one child was born before they made the next.
Chelsea continued to whimper and loudly moan her affections for her son as Jimmy continued to unload into her. Their shared orgasm lasted about a minute, though Jimmy's tapered off before his mother's. Finally, with heaving chests and heavy breaths, they settled back on the bed, then pulled back and looked at each other.
Once again, Chelsea tucked her hair behind her ears as she smiled down at her son. Jimmy grunted but grinned tiredly when his mother's plush ass rested perfectly in his lap, her pussy gobbling up more of his softening cock. He reached down and ran his hands along his mother's smooth thighs, her skin like warm silk.
"That... was awesome, Mom," he said in an appreciative but tired voice.
Chelsea smiled down at Jimmy and squeezed her cunt. "Trynna put another little baby in my belly, huh, mister?" she teased, wagging a finger down at her son as she admonished him, her plush lips pursed in rebuke. "Just how many siblings are you trynna make with your own mother?" She furrowed her brow as if she were angry, but James could see her smile breaking through a few cracks.
He had to bite his lip from how sexy his mother was when she teased him like that. He saw the exact moment when she felt his cock harden once again inside of her pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled.
"I thiiiiink..." James teased as he consciously swelled his cock, willing more blood to engorge it. He felt a sense of profound pride when his mother put her bottom lip between her teeth and let her eyes flutter closed, basking in the sensations of his cock. "... I'm going for five."
Chelsea's eyes snapped open. Her hazel orbs -- a soft golden brown on the outside, with a ring of electric blue surrounding the pupil -- focused on her son's solid blues. It was the same blue as the inside of her irises. Their eyes, like so many other things, marked the two mating creatures as closely related.
"Five." Chelsea merely stated the number, staring down at her son with an unreadable expression. She sat still on his lap, his pulsing cock the only thing inside of her that was moving.
Jimmy looked up at his mother, slightly put off that his teasing had elicited such a serious reaction, but he tried to keep it light. "Maybe four... Maybe six... Nnnngnh!" He moaned when his mother squeezed her cunt around his cock with a severe grip.
"You want six babies from your mommy?" Chelsea asked, her voice husky as she began to gyrate her hips in small, desperate little thrusts.
"Yeah," Jimmy admitted. "I want as many as possible." Jimmy moved along with her as they mated, trying to stay as close to her as physically possible, wanting to be completely inside of her -- a part of her, such that they were one bigger whole rather than two individuals joined.
Chelsea purred in her throat and pet her son's head affectionately. When she had first told Jimmy that she was pregnant, he had been pretty scared when the realization that he would be a father had hit him. Since then, Chelsea had done much to calm her son's nerves, and he'd come around to being as excited about their coming baby as she was. Six? she echoed silently. Maybe he's even more excited than I thought.
She shook off the thought, replacing it with another. What a silly boy, wanting six babies from his mother. It was highly unlikely, Chelsea knew; she only had a few good fertile years left. In her heart of hearts, however, she wanted to give her son as many children as she could.
"Hmmmm... Mommy can try for six." Her son's surprised, but beaming smile melted her heart and set her already humming pussy ablaze.
"Cool, Mom."
Chelsea giggled and cradled her son's face into her bosom. "Very cool, my little pumpkin."
Jimmy grunted and nuzzled his mother's tits. Just then, an insistent knock came at Jimmy's door. Mother and son paused in their mating, but Jimmy's cock was still buried deep in Chelsea's cunt.
"Chelsea," came the muffled voice of Peter, Chelsea's husband and Jimmy's father, through the closed door.
"Yes dar-Peter?" Chelsea called across the room, sitting back on her son's lap and turning towards the door, but doing nothing to remove her son's penis from her dripping sex.
"I would like a word."
Chelsea turned back to her son and smiled at him placatingly when she saw his worried expression. "Don't worry, pumpkin, mommy will just be - ughhhhh!" Chelsea whimpered as she pulled herself off Jimmy's long dick. "Mommy will just be a minute." She patted his thigh as she stood up to grab her silken pink robe lying discarded on the floor of her son's room. As she tied it around her middle, she noticed Jimmy staring at her rapidly disappearing nudity. She smiled and stared at his long, thick, slimy cock resting on his abdomen.
Chelsea blew her son and kiss and waddled to the door, knowing her son's eyes would be on her plump ass. She could feel his cum leaking out of her cunt to slick her thighs. She just hoped that none would spill out to splatter the floor while she was talking to her husband. He didn't like to be reminded of how he had been cucked so thoroughly, which Chelsea found rather rich, considering he had been cheating on her long before she had started her relationship with Jimmy. She had not known that at the time she had started her 'education' of their son, but that was a moot point in her eyes.
Chelsea opened up the door and quietly stepped outside. Peter stood a few feet away, looking at her with a curt expression.
"Yes, Peter?" When Chelsea had found out about his affair with their daughter's husband, Rick, she had stopped using terms of endearment for her husband. Peter's eyes flicked towards the door behind Chelsea, and a flash of anger passed over his eyes. Chelsea tightened her robe and stood straighter, placing herself firmly in the doorway, protecting her son and lover inside.
"Is James in there?" Peter asked.
Chelsea had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Of course he's in there Peter."
Her husband stared at her for a few seconds as he chose his next words. They came slowly, and were clipped. "I don't like how much time you are spending with our son, Chelsea. I am your husband, not him."
Chelsea allowed her eyebrows to climb critically. "Oh. You're my husband, Peter? Were you also my husband when you were fucking Rick -- fucking our daughter's husband!?"
Peter growled in his throat and clenched his teeth. "How many times must I apologize for that, Chelsea? I have already said it a thousand times: I just want things to go back to the way they were." Peter's eyes dipped down to focus on his wife's tummy and the just-visible swell of her pregnancy poking through her robe. "Even though that may be impossible." He almost growled the last word, and Chelsea put a protective hand over her womb.
"Yesss!" Chelsea whispered the word fiercely. "It is impossible for us to go back to the way things were --as I have told you. You can't unfuck Rick, and I can't take back what me and Jimmy have together. I won't."
"But-"
Chelsea interrupted her husband before he could go further. "But you haven't done anything to show me you regret what you did. Sure, you say you are sorry, but all you do is mope and demand I act more wifely towards you. You have not acted like a husband in a long time, Peter, and lately you have not acted remotely like a father. I have told you that you and Rick need to tell Samantha what has been going on. It is disgusting that you have left our little girl in the dark, and you do nothing but glare at Jimmy."
"He's fucking you!" Peter broke in finally, his anger flashing as his hands gesticulated his anger. "He's fucking my wife!"
Chelsea's lip curled in disgust. "Jimmy is not fucking me, Peter. Jimmy and I make love." Chelsea unconsciously cradled what, to her, stood as proof of that assertion.
"Oh, here it is!" Peter groaned, throwing his hands up as he tilted his head back. "The mother who loves her son so much she-"
"Don't you dare! Don't you dare say it!" Chelsea held up a trembling finger, her eyes fierce with a fiery warning.
Peter looked at her finger and let his own lip curl in contempt. His wife wasn't treating him like her husband anymore, so he didn't feel obliged to treat her with the dignity his wife deserved as such. "A mother who loves her son so much, she rapes-"
The slap came so hard and fast that Peter stumbled. Chelsea stood there, shaking with rage, guilt, shame, and fear. Overpowering all of that, however, was an animalistic instinct to protect her children -- the one growing inside of her, and her own son who had fathered her growing baby. It turned her trembling into coiled strength, desperate for an outlet.
"Get out, Peter." Chelsea's voice dripped with ice when Peter turned his face to look back at her, the stinging red imprint of her delicate hand already starting to show there. He stood still and stared at her. "GET OUT!"
Peter huffed and turned away silently. He walked towards their shared room, which Chelsea had not slept in for weeks. Chelsea watched him go, then called out to him.
"I'll be visiting Samantha tomorrow evening. If you want any chance at reconciling with your daughter, I suggest you tell her before I do."
Peter stopped in his tracked and turned his head slightly, but he did not look at his wife, nor did he respond. With a shuddering breath, Chelsea turned back to Jimmy's room. She looked at the childish video game posters he had on his door, and she smiled tremulously. Gathering herself up, she wiped away the tears she hadn't noticed tracking down her cheeks, and pushed open the door.
Jimmy stumbled out of the way, naked, sporting a soft and very messy cock. Clearly he had been listening at the door. Chelsea supposed she and Peter had not been quiet in their argument.
Jimmy looked confused and afraid, unsure what to do. "Mom, I..."
"Oh, pumpkin!" Chelsea held out her arms, new tears pouring from her glimmering eyes. A look of relief flashed over her son's face, as he had something to do, and he immediately stepped forward and wrapped his mother in a fierce embrace. Chelsea wrapped her slender arms around her son and clung to him, shuddering as she began to sob.
Jimmy held his mother for a long time, neither one of them speaking. When they heard Peter walk past the door and down the stairs, they both held their breath until they heard the front door slam.
Chelsea pulled back and wiped her tears, laughing weakly as she looked away from her son.
Jimmy tilted his mom's face up to his. "I love you, Mom... I know this is pretty messed up, but things are going to be okay again. I'll never leave you and our baby."
Chelsea felt the smile come easier to her face when Jimmy placed a hand over her tummy swell. "Pumpkin," was all she could muster up as her son pulled her close again.
"It'll be okay, Mom. Everything is going to be okay." Chelsea had trouble believing it. Her marriage was ruined. Her daughter's marriage was ruined, even though her daughter was still in the dark for a few more hours. Chelsea reckoned that she would have to be the one to tell her. So much was falling apart, but as Jimmy held her close and comforted her, she was grateful that she had him. She believed him - that he would never leave her. She believed him - that things were going to be okay.
Mother and son crawled back into bed, where they cuddled next to each other, whispering to each other and delicately touching the other, feeling more closely bonded than ever before.
Jimmy didn't initiate anything sexual with his mom, but Chelsea felt a strong desire to be connected intimately with her son. As she was being spooned by him, she pushed her plush mommy tush up against his groin. Eventually, her movement rode her silken robe up her body, and her son's hard cock made contact with her bare bum.
"Put it inside of Mommy, pumpkin," Chelsea whispered over her shoulder.
"Y-you're sure, Mom?"
"Yes, baby. Make sweet love to Mommy. Show me how much you love me."
With gentle hands, Jimmy guided his cock towards his mother's pussy. Chelsea lifted a leg and shifted in bed to better accommodate her son's cock penetrating her from that position. She breathed in as her boy slid home into her pussy. Jimmy did make love to his mother, slowly but insistently, sliding his member into Chelsea's warm cunt.
Jimmy's hands were gentle but firm as he held his mother to him, his breath hot on her neck. Chelsea guided his hands to her full tits, and he squeezed her growing breasts, thinking of the day he would drink from them again.
Mother and son made gentle love for a long time, languidly rocking back and forth amongst the sheets, before Jimmy spilled more of his seed into Chelsea's eager body.
Chelsea encouraged her son with whispers as he filled her up with sperm. "Gooooood boy, Jimmy... Fill mama up... Fill me up my sweet little pumpkin."
"Mommmm" was his only reply, but it was more than she needed. She smiled when Jimmy kissed her neck and settled down behind her, his cock still plugged deep in her pussy. When he began to breathe deeply, she knew he was asleep. Chelsea loved it when her boy fell asleep still inside of her.
As Chelsea began to drift off herself, her last look was of the picture Jimmy kept on his nightstand. It was a picture of Chelsea and Jimmy before his prom, all beaming smiles and love. With that image in her head, the mother found a peaceful sleep wrapped up in her son's arms.