Every part but my mind. That still clung on to that shred of motherhood I had developed over the 18 years of my son’s life. He was my son, first and foremost. I had to keep that in mind. It was much easier to do that when he wasn’t in front of me naked.
Then, like he said, he became a man too. A man with a big, juicy cock. A cock that could easily get me pregnant.
If it were just lust I was feeling, if it were just a question of crossing that line over carnal desire, it would have been so much easier. I would say no with no problem. But, the added feature that made this so difficult was that there was a purpose to what Danny was proposing. A good purpose that made all the sense in the world.
All the sense until I remembered again he was my son. And if we did this he would become a father, a father to my baby. A father to OUR baby.
As soon as I had it all straight in my mind one way, all the reasons and factors would go against it. Then, I would be good with the other way—for a while.
Finally, I decided that it was selfish of me to want a baby so badly that I would potentially permanently scar my son by having sex with him.
I called Danny on my phone. It would be easier this way.
“Danny.”
He answered, “Yeah, Mom.”
“Baby, I’m sorry. We can’t go through with this. That’s my decision and the way it has to be.”
“Mom, at least have to courage to tell me face to face.”
He hung up and a minute later came into the bedroom. He, at least, wasn’t naked. He had on his sweatpants and a T. I had on my robe, bra, and panties.
I stood up and met him near the door. “Danny, I really gave this a lot of thought and after weighing all the factors—”
Danny roughly took me into his arms and before I could turn away planted his lips on mine. I struggled but he kept kissing me and when I opened my mouth for a breath, his tongue entered and probed, tasting my mouth and tongue. Again and again I tried to break free, but his hands roamed all over me—my back and my ass. He rubbed and squeezed my ass as he continued to explore my mouth.
I was weak from the exertion and the invasion of his tongue. My mouth started to respond by reflex, and then by desire. His hands went to the tie of my robe and freed it. In one motion he slipped it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
There I was only in my bra and panties.
“Mom, I love you,” he said and then kissed me gently. I melted into his arms and kissed back. It had been years since I was held … and desired.
“I love you, Danny,” I whispered into his ear.
His hungry mouth went to my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking gently. His hands fumbled with the clasps of my bra, and soon they were free. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and I let it fall, exposing my breasts to my son. He trailed his kisses down from my neck to my breast. His strong hands now rubbed them and cupped them and weighed each one. He slowly brought his mouth to my nipple and sucked.
“Oh my God!” I said as I raised my face to the ceiling.
Danny’s thumbs went to the waistband of my panties. In one last effort, I grasped his hands and pleaded while looking into his eyes, “Danny, are you really sure?”