My right knee started shaking uncontrollably. Part of me wanted to jump up and run to the bedroom with my mother in tow while another part of me was in absolute disbelief that we were even discussing this. “An awful lot?” I squeaked.
Mother smiled wolfishly, which was an altogether new look on her. It was hungry and seductive and made my temperature rise a few points. “We might never tire of it, actually,” she said with a hint of huskiness in her voice. “And there’s another thing to consider.”
“W-what’s what?”
“I could get pregnant.”
My voice cracked again at that thought. “You could?”
Mother nodded. “Absolutely. I haven’t taken any birth control since Dad died. Haven’t needed to. And I know you don’t keep any condoms in your room. Last time I checked, my cycle started two weeks ago, which puts me right in the window for ovulation. If we have sex, son, there’s a very, very good chance that you could make me pregnant.”
“S-s-so I’ll pull out,” I suggested lamely.
Mother shook her head. “Your first time? I wouldn’t hear of it. And, since we are being so honest and open here, the feeling of a man cumming inside of me sends me to the moon. So whenever we had sex, Dad would cum inside of me. Every time. Frankly, I’ve come to expect it, that feeling deep inside of me. It’s as much a part of sex to me as everything else. Really, it’s a miracle that you were the only child we had together. You wouldn’t want to feel guilty about denying me that feeling, would you? Because then we’d have to do it over and over again until we purge that awful guilt.”
“Over and over again?” I said dumbly.
“As many times as it takes until you’re free of guilt… or until you get me pregnant. And maybe a few times after.”
“Would… would you want that? F-for me to get you pregnant?”
Mother closed her eyes dreamily and said, “Oh, yes. Absolutely, yes.” When she reopened her eyes and fixed them on me, the look of hunger in them was even bolder. “The very thought of it is so very exciting, isn’t it? The son I made with my father, having sex with me and making another child within me. Oh, that’s very, very much in keeping with the family traditions, isn’t it?”
I nodded, swallowed and said, “Pictures don’t lie. That’s what the family album shows.”
Mother pushed her plate to the side and leaned partly across the table, her ample cleavage on blatant display in my peripheral vision. I glanced down at her bosoms and could see that they were just as flushed with desire as the ruddy cheeks on her beautiful face. When I looked back up at her, I saw that she was still smiling. “So… the only question is…” She licked her lips like she was about to devour a meal a hundred times more satisfying than the breakfast she’d just cooked. “…when and where do we start?”
“Whenever and wherever you wish, Mother,” I said with a hoarse rasp. I felt faint but ready to take on a hundred thousand warriors all at the same time. I’d never experienced arousal like this. Girls had flirted with me, sure, but what my mother was throwing at me was a whole other level of advanced that girls my age couldn’t fathom. I was helpless in her gaze and ready to spit ten-penny nails if she’d asked me to.
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