His answer was to kiss me while he slid my panties over my hips. They drifted to my feet and I stood there totally naked.
My hands went to the bottom of his t-shirt and raised it over his head, exposing that taut physique. I dragged the elastic waistband of his sweatpants over his hips and thighs. He wasn’t wearing anything under them.
We hugged and clung to each other for a few moments. Mother and son. In another few moments we would be totally man and woman. a fertile woman and a virile man doing what nature intended: procreating.
“Danny, it’s been such a long time I—”
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m going to be gentle. I want this to be a great experience for us both.”
He guided me to my own bed, to his father’s bed. Here was my son, taking the place of his father, not only occupying the space, but usurping the function: getting his wife pregnant.
We lay next to each other for a few minutes, saying little meaningless yet meaningful things you don’t remember later. We kissed and hugged and Danny explored my body with his hands and fingers.
“You’re really wet, Mom.”
“I guess I’m as ready as I’m going to get. Are you, Danny. You can still back out if your want, Baby.”
His answer was to position me on my back, spread my legs and climb between them. I felt his hard cock brush up my vaginal slit and part my pubic hair. I reached down and took his hot penis in my hand. I dragged it up and down a few times, coating myself with his precum as well as coating the shaft with his mother’s lubrication.
Then I fitted the tip at my opening and said, “Nice and easy.”
Danny nudged ever so slightly, and half the head of his penis entered me. It dawned on me—my son’s penis was entering my vagina! This was actually happening!
Danny pulled back and nudged again. The whole purplish head of his penis was engulfed by my long-underused pussy.
“Ohhh!” I whispered.
“You OK, Mom.”
“Yes, yes. Keep going.”
Danny pulled back and this time slipped half his length in.
“Aaahh!”
“Mom, this is amazing. You’re so tight.”
Back out and with one last long push, Danny plowed all the way into his mother. Son and mother were fully joined! Man and woman completely coupled!
“So deep,” I whispered. “Oh, Danny … never … never … so deep!” It was incredible. Danny was reaching farther into me than his dad ever did.
“Mom, you feel so good.” He kissed me tenderly. I kissed him back. “We’re doing it, we’re really doing it.”
Danny’s voice had amazement in it, like he couldn’t believe it. I could hardly blame him. Just a few days ago, I would have found it impossible to imagine I’d be flat on my back in my husband’s bed with my son sunk deep in my throbbing pussy. But here we were, mother and son about to try and create a new life.
A new life. Maybe this was the beginning of a new life not only in my womb, but for Danny and me too. Life would never be the same. There was no going back now.
“Ready, Mom?” Danny said as he gave a meaningful look. I knew he was holding back, not letting his body do what it wanted, which was start thrusting with all his boyish, teenaged, hormone-fueled fury.