God, I never thought I'd get to do this again," Debbie smiles as she watches Oliver playing with his letter blocks. She glances back to Mark as he finishes packing away the last of the dishes. "Seriously, Mark, thank you for this."
He shrugs sheepishly as he slides away the final glass, "Uh, anytime I guess. I'm just glad you don't mind raising him."
She grins back at him before turning back to watch Oliver playing. A moment of quiet rests in the room as Mark sits next to her. Though the atmosphere is at first content, it becomes sobering.
She sighs, "It's moments like this that I miss Nolan. I know that sounds stupid," she winces. "He did terrible things to us. To everyone. But those memories of the three of us… I still cling on to them sometimes. Is that bad?"
"No no, not at all!" Mark is quick to comfort. "I mean, I get it. You miss what you thought he was. How it felt. I miss that, too."
"And it sucks," she huffs, "not having anyone to wake up to. You think it's forever. And then it's not." She laughs wryly.
Mark hunches forward, "Yeah, I get that, too."
Debbie places a hand on his knee, "Speaking of which, how are you feeling after Amber?"
"I don't know. It isn't great. But it's also oddly… right. For both of us. We were from two different worlds. I don't know how you and Dad made it work."
"Obviously we didn't," Debbie sighs again.
"Right…" Mark looks away. He ponders over Oliver's current innocent playtime. "Well, at least we can do this right."
"Hmm, yeah," Debbie offers a hopeful half smile. "Though it is rather strange that I'm coparenting with my own son."
Mark cringes, "Mom, why'd you have to say it like that?"
"What?" she laughs. "That's basically what we're doing."
"Yeah, but you make it sound… I don't know. Weird, I guess. Coparenting is what spouses do," Mark shakes his head.
"And why can't we?" she folds her arms. "Why can't we be parents together?"
Mark blushes, heart pounding in his chest. "I… what…? How the hell am I even supposed to respond to that?"
Debbie scoffs, "Mark, honey, don't pretend that you're above that. Remember how you were when you were twelve? Do you know how many times I had to pretend I didn't see you trying to sneak peeks at me in the shower? Or that time I covered for you when Nolan found my panties in your room? 'Sorry, I accidentally misplaced the laundry, sweetie.' Mmhmm. Horny boys are never as clever as they think they are."
Mark, heart pounding faster, is stunned, "Wait, you knew about-! No, hold on. I was twelve! I was a dumb, pent up kid who didn't know any better. We're both adults now!"
Debbie nods, "Adults who can damn well make their own decisions. Look, if this really bothers you, I'll drop it. But by the looks of it…" she points to his crotch.
Mark glances down at his obvious boner. He can't lie to himself; he absolutely found his mother attractive. A feeling that never went away even as he matured. But he still knew better than to act on it.
Mark sputters, "Oh god, Mom! I'm sorry! Look, that isn't…! I mean, I'm not…!"
Debbie takes her son by the shoulders, "Mark, I understand that this is a big deal, and a lot of people look down on this. But don't you dare pretend that there isn't anything between us. I know you've felt it, too."
He blushes, "Mom, I…"
"Mark," she smiles with her confident radiance, "I love you. Oliver is practically our son already. You stay with me. You help me take care of the house. And you protect the family. We're partners already, Mark. I just think it's time for us to take the next step."
"Mom," his pulse pounds in his throat as his mouth dries. "If we do this, there's no undoing it. It'll stay with us forever, even if it doesn't work out."
"If it doesn't work out, then we can end it like mature adults. I trust you, Mark. Please, let's take a chance on this."
After a moment of thought, and seeing the pleading in his mother's eyes, Mark relents. "Okay, Mom. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. I don't know if it's a good idea, but we can try."
She strokes his cheek, "Thank you, Mark. That means a lot to me."
"So, uh… what no-"
She cuts him off with a kiss. Her lips press against his with hunger and passion. She moans into him, and he moans back. They deepen the kiss for a second longer until she breaks away.
She laughs out of breath, "Sorry. I've been waiting to do that for a while now."
"It's okay," he smirks. "That was… wow."
"I'm not the youngest, but I know what I'm doing. Your old mom picked up a few tricks in her day," she winks at him.
"You're still young and beautiful," he reassures.
"Mark," she looks at him oddly serious. "Once I get Oliver to bed," she leans into his ear, "I want you to fuck me."
His dick throbs against his trousers as he responds, "Wow, already? You don't want to take it slow or something?"
She smirks, "No, honey. We've basically been in a relationship ever since you decided to stay with me after Nolan… left. I'm comfortable enough with you that I want this."
"I want this, too."
"Good boy," she pats his hair. "I'm eager to see what kind of man you've… grown into."
Debbie moans as her son's warm and needy lips smack against her own. They bumble into her room as their mouths suck, press, and peck against each other. Even so, she notes Mark's shyness. She grabs his hands, guiding one to her rear as she hooks her leg around him. The other, she takes under her shirt to her breast.
Mark takes the hint and fondles her as he breaks away from her lips and starts nibbling at her neck. Debbie moans as she grinds her crotch against the tent in his pants. Mark continues on like this until she pushes him over the bed.
Looking down at him, she asserts, "We need to get these clothes off. Now."
"Uh… y-yeah!" he practically drools as he fumbles with his pants.
He's halfway through getting his belt off when his eyes dart back up to his mother quickly unbuttoning her blouse.
"Keep going," she taunts him.
He slides off his pants and begins working on his shirt. Debbie meanwhile, slides off her top and unclasps her bra. Mark watches in awe as her breasts pop free.
"They're not as perky as they used to be," she tilts her head.
"They're gorgeous," Mark stares.
"You still like Mommy's teats?" she grins. She looks down at his dick throbbing. "You want to consummate with your own Mommy?"
Mark blushes as he swallows hard, "Yeah."
Debbie strokes a naked breast, thumb grazing her own nipple. "I know how to make my good boy feel right. Let me show you…"
She slides down the zipper on her skinny jeans and shimmies her pants down. Soon, she's straddling her son's lap.
But Mark stops her, "Wait. We need condoms."
She tuts, "Mark, don't worry about that. I want to keep doing this until I have another baby. Besides, couldn't hurt to have more Viltrumites."
Mark swallows, "Oh. Wow. Okay then…"
Debbie is already wet enough that she needs no lube to sink down onto her son. "That's it. That's my good boy. Fill your mommy up. Come back into your mother's body." She bottoms out, their trim black bushes of pubes intermingling. "Ohh, my good boy has such a nice, warm penis…"
She begins by softly grinding and rolling her hips against his. She doesn't fully thrust just yet, letting him savor the feel of being inside her. Her hand caresses the back of his head as she kisses him. This time, her lips are softer, more tender. Her body molds into his as they gently make love.
Mark breathes, "You feel incredible."
"I'm glad you think so," she murmurs into his ear. "I really am glad you agreed to this, Mark. I love you so much."
"How long?" he asks.
She kisses his cheek, "I think started feeling attracted to you when you stayed with me after Nolan left. When you went to space… being away from you that long… That's when I knew I fell for you."
"Mom, I don't know what to say. I-"
She kisses him, slightly tugging on his lower lip, "You don't have to say anything. Let your mother take care of you."
At that, she licks his lips, then his cheek. She next draws her hips up and snaps them down. Mark grunts in surprised pleasure. She grins as she presses her forehead against his. Then she repeats the process, easily finding a rhythm. The bed softly squeaks beneath their bodies as she sits on his lap, humping into him.
"Mark, honey," she gasps, rutting into him. Her ass cheeks softly tap against his thighs, "Tell me I'm the only woman for you. Say your mother is the only woman you need."
Mark kisses and nips at her collarbone, "You're the only one for me, Mom. I'm in love with you. Have been since I was a kid."
"Oh! I love you too, Mark," she grinds against him a bit faster. "I'm so in love with you, my precious boy. My lovely little boy!" She begins arching backwards as she fucks him faster and harder, breasts bouncing. The bed creaks louder as she moans, "My lovely boy! Mommy needs you~! Oh god, Mark!"
Debbie climaxes on her son's cock much faster than she was expecting. Her breath rasps and whimpers while her chest heaves.
She catches her breath, "Wow… I really am out of practice. I thought I'd last longer. I was just so excited to finally be with you."
Mark smiles, "It's okay, Mom."
She looks up at him, feeling the sweat on her brow. She also feels his hard cock still deep inside her, needing to be finished. Debbie hums and begins to thrust into him at a steady pace again. She gently grabs his face and kisses him roughly.
"My breasts, Mark," she huffs. "Touch my breasts."
Her son happily obliges, cupping one of her tits in his hand. He hunches forward and brings the nipple of her other breast into his mouth. She arches backwards again, snapping her hips forward and back on his cock.
"Make sure you finish inside me, Mark," she rasps. "Please."
"Mom… when you talk like that…" his dick twitches.
"You like that?" she chuckles. "You want to come inside Mommy? Mommy wants it. Finish inside your mother, Mark. Come inside the pussy that made you!"
"Fuck, Ma!" Mark tenses as he climaxes inside her. Debbie moans as she feels her son's incestuous seed pumping into her. She hopes his warmth inbreeds her as she humps the last few drops out of him.
Debbie clings to her son's toned body as she feels him soften inside her. She lets his flaccid penis stay inside her motherly cunt as she fully embraces him. Her fingers stroke his back as her head tucks into his chest.
She speaks, "That was amazing, Mark. I'm glad you shared this with me."
"Anytime, Mom."
"I mean it," she looks up at him. "I know this isn't what most mothers do with their sons. This is something that disgusts people. But I can't see myself being with anyone but you, even if you're my son. Perhaps especially because you're my son."
He kisses the top of her head, "Our family was never normal, Mom. But I trust you. You'd never use this to hurt me. Like you said, we're both adults."
"Oh. How'd I get so lucky?" she gives him a gentle kiss on the lips. "And I mean what I said earlier. You really do have a nice penis."
"Mom," Mark blushes.
"What?" she grins. "If I'm both your mother and your lover, then it's my responsibility to make sure your genitalia turns out okay."
Mark sighs, though his twitching dick belies his pleasure at her comment.