“Looks like you’ve still got a little left in the tank, huh?” she said giddily. “Guess the baby will just have to deal with a few more of your swimmers tonight.”
I jumped into bed and began fucking my mom like she wasn’t already pregnant. It was just the beginning of our life together, and we were as hot as ever.
Years later, Mom (Lisa, as I have to remember to call her now) and I settled down in Copenhagen as ex-pats. What better place to raise our family than where it all started. I finished college online and found a job working for a Danish bank. With all the money from my father’s will, I didn’t really need to work, but I wanted to support my family.
We put some of mom’s money towards a big house with plenty of bedrooms. With two little ones already running around, and another one on the way, we decided we’d need all the space we could get. Sure, the two of us still fuck like rabbits, but what we have now is so much better than I ever imagined it could be.