“I’m ready, Danny. Do it, please do it to me. Just remember, when you cum, cum as deep as you can and be still there. We want as much of you to reach as far as possible to—”
“I know, Mom, to reach your egg to get you pregnant.” Then Danny let out a low growling “Mmmmmm!” and began a slow in-and-out. His eyes were closed and if I didn’t know it was intense pleasure, I would have thought he was in pain. Maybe the human face knows only the same expressions for both.
I don’t know what my own face was showing. It had been so long since I had “real” sex that this was almost a virginal experience to me. I was gasping with each invasion. My hips began to vibrate, then to meet each thrust of my son.
It seemed every inch of our skin was in contact. His hard chest pressed hard against my soft breasts, which cushioned my boy. My hands went to his butt, and I felt his hard gluts tense and strain with each downward motion. I pulled at them to get my son even deeper inside me.
Faster and faster Danny ground into me. I pulled my hands away and threw my legs into the air, crossed them over his hips and locked my heels. I used the leverage to tip my pelvis up to welcome my son at an even better angle. I opened my eyes and took in the strange scene of seeing my painted toenails resting at such an absurd position on my own son.
“Ohhh, Mom!” Danny groaned.
“Danny … Danny! That’s it! That’s it!”
My head was turning on the pillow, right, left, right, left. Faster and faster. As Danny neared his orgasm, I was starting my own climb to—
Wait! I suddenly realized that I couldn’t let myself go. Not let go completely. Not let my emotions break down that final wall and achieve an orgasm with my son. I would never be able to live with myself if I didn’t cling to some shred of evidence that we were doing this solely for the purpose of making a baby.
Somehow, I disengaged from the intense pleasure I had been feeling, and submerged myself in the role of a mother guiding her son.
I stopped my body from moving so much and became more of a vessel to be filled than a sex partner.
“Remember, deep, Danny, when you cum.” My voice was missing the breathless passion it had contained just moments before. It was my motherly voice instructing her son.
I felt the head of Danny’s penis swell within me. He stiffened and drove himself as far into his mother as he could. “MOM! MOM! AHHGG!” he yelled.
I knew he was cumming. Until this moment, some part of my mind had established that we really weren’t having sex … yet. But, now the line had both metaphorically and physically been crossed. My son’s potent seed had left his body and made the journey into his mother. We were as joined as any two human beings could be. Man and woman in their most elemental form.
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” he groaned. A total of six times. I knew with each throaty grunt he was sending a hot, white, thick gooey blast of sperm and semen toward the vicinity of my cervix. True to his word, it felt like my son pumped a quart of cum into me. There was no way gobs of that wasn’t going to reach its destination.