“Hooo, boy, I haven’t felt that in YEARS!” she exclaimed. Then she looked back at me. “Are you okay, son?”
I nodded back at her dumbly. “Mom… that’s… what IS that?” I flexed my groin muscles just the tiniest bit and found that I couldn’t move very easily. In an out, sure, but definitely not up and down.
“The head of your penis is inside the deepest part of me,” she explained. “It’s right inside the place where babies are made: my womb. The cervix is like a.. a second vagina, I guess. It’s there to keep a baby safe while it grows inside of me.”
My mouth dropped open in surprise. “Seriously?” I asked incredulously.
Mother simply nodded. “Son, I told you that I am most likely ovulating right now. If you cum inside me like your father did, you’d only PROBABLY get me pregnant. But with you so deep inside of me, the chances are astronomically better. If you cum inside me now, even just the tiniest bit, you WILL get me pregnant.”
I looked at her with uncertainty. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked her. “I… I could still pull out… I think.”
My mother reached back with one hand to stroke my arm lovingly. When she did, I felt her body shift just the slightest bit, but the tip of my penis felt it, too, and it was like a thousand feathery touches dancing across my glans, making me shiver. “Son,” she said, “of all the men in all the world, I could think of no one I would like to bear a child for more than you. It would please me in ways you can’t possibly know. So I mean it when I say: son, please… make me a mother again.”
The look of love and desire and pleading in her eyes said all the rest. I was already at the tipping point, but to hear her actually ASK me to impregnate her, to hear those words from my own mother’s lips, sent me flying over the edge. I shut my eyes tight, grabbed on to her hips and began to thrust inside her with short, rabbit-like jabs of my hips. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds before my body stiffened. It was nothing like an orgasm that I had while jacking off. This, the sensation of filling my mother’s womb with my seed, was beyond anything I could have imagined. There was an unmistakable bond between us already, which definitely helped me to feel emotionally freer than I ever had before, but the physical sensation of freedom was like none other.
When I masturbated to orgasm and my body seized up, my hand would still be wrapped around my cock and I would just freeze. But when I was buried inside my mother, it was other-worldly. My engorged penis throbbed as though it was about to explode, but what gripped it was her soft, rippling vaginal walls, pulsing along my shaft in syncopation. There was a roar in my ears, my nostrils flared, my eyes squeezed shut so hard that they almost ached. My hands, which were on each side of her hips, gripped her flanks with white-knuckled strength as I pulled her into my groin with as much force as I could, driving my swelling cockhead even deeper inside her. From deep in my lungs, I felt a whoosh of air filling up that would be let out in an agonized howl, the imminence of which could not be stopped for anything in the world. Even with my eyelids clamped shut, I saw stars, opened my mouth and let loose with an animalistic, guttural shout that came from the depths of my soul. My knees buckled and locked at the same time, my calves tightened up, my toes curled and my hips pushed forward, seeking out that last millimeter. When every muscle of my body was poised and ready for the release, my testicles surged up into my body like a spring being drawn in tight and, suddenly, everything let go. A massive gob of sperm-laden seed went screaming through my cock, hurtling out the tip of my penis like a cannon ball. A second seizure, my stomach muscles tightening as my hips jerked spastically, and another salvo of white fluid lanced out into my mother’s womb. A third volley, this one longer and more drawn out, was added to the first two and I let out a loud, gasping grunt.
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