“Damn!” she exclaimed, “That was too much to swallow.”
He laughed and dropped down onto the bed. It rocked him side to side and he had to grab the wooden sides for a moment to stabilize himself.
“The waterbed was a good idea,” he said, finally still enough to get a cigarette from the pack on the dresser and light it.
She found her panties and shorts bundled together on the floor and slid them back on before climbing back into the bed with him and straddling him.
“I knoooow!” she laughed and took the cigarette from him. “Light another one, will you?”
He lit another cigarette and found an empty pack to use as an ashtray on the floor beside the bed.
“By the way, you’re going to need to take it a little easier on me from now on.”
“Why?” he asked, suddenly concerned, “Did I hurt you? I couldn’t control myself … Shit, I’m sorry, Mom!”
“No!” she laughed and took his face in her hands to look into his eyes, “I’ve been around the … well, let’s just say I’m not a virgin, okay?”
“Then why do I have to take it easy on you?” he teased.
“I’m pregnant,” she handed him the cigarette as if mentioning it had reminded her that she shouldn’t have been smoking, “three months at least.”
“What?” he asked and sat up to stub it out. “You aren’t showing …” He looked down at her belly and now that she was sitting on him he could see the bulge that was his newest sibling in the womb – the bulge he’d been too wrapped up to notice.
“Holy shit! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just did,” she giggled nervously, “Would you have … would you have enjoyed having sex with me if you knew I was pregnant?”
“Of course!” he exclaimed, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Tell me how much you love me,” she insisted.
“I love you!” he announced, “More than anyone in the world.”
“I love you too, Dear,” she replied as she slid down his body. “I want to make sure you know how much.”
She watched his eyes and stroked him gently. He responded to her touches by hardening again in several small successive quick jumps.
“I’m going to do something for you.” She sat up and pulled the t-shirt up so that her luscious soft titties were free.
“Mom, I …”
“Shhuuuussssh” she silenced him. “Just relax, okay?”
She pushed her tits together and engulfed his penis with them. She slid them gently up and down his shaft and he moaned in pleasure in response.
“We’ve only got a few days together … so don’t spoil it.”
“Don’t worry about that!” he promised her.
She smiled that wicked smile at him and let a string of spit drip from her lips, between her tits, and over the head of his cock to lubricate him.
He laid back and stared at the ceiling as his mother worked his cock with her tits and thought about his sister for some reason he couldn’t remember.
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Grace was standing at the foot of his bed, her back to him, when he awoke.
John sat up and rubbed his eyes. She was dressed for church in a short grey mini, knee high socks, and a pair of fashionable brown platform oxfords.
“I had a dream about you,” she said.
He froze in shock for a moment and gaped at her.