The contraction of Mom’s vagina must have signaled that it was time for my penis and balls to do their thing, because I started spurting white gushes of goo far into Mom’s body. I didn’t count the number of times I sent those rivers forward, but it was far more than I had ever achieved before.
Mom had collapsed, and I did also, crushing those big, gorgeous tits between us. We lay like that for a long time. Dad had told me to stay still afterward to let my cum have a chance to swim upstream for a while before we moved. I forgot that order, but my body must have remembered because I didn’t move.
Mom stirred, and probably as an act of defiance, said out loud in Dad’s direction, “That was the best fuck I ever had!” She probably wanted to hurt Dad, knowing how jealous he was.
But, Dad was not one to trifle with. He yelled, “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
Then he walked over to the bed. “I don’t mean YOU, Beth, he said. Then as he ripped the mask away from her eyes, he said, “I meant Eric!”
Mom’s eyes went wide in the dim night table light. She screamed, “NOOOOO! NOOOO!”
I was still deeply embedded in her, half hard. “Get off me! Get off me,” she kept saying. I pulled out with a squishy sound that guaranteed a lot of semen and sperm had made its way into that tight tunnel.
“How could you? How could you?” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. I didn’t know if she was talking to me or my father.
“Did you REALLY believe I would let any guy fuck you? How naive are you? I wasn’t going to have some stranger fuck a baby into you that I would have to look at as a reminder for the rest of my life. Instead, I had Eric, a nonentity as a masculine symbol, make the deposit. Since this is your most fertile day, I bet in two weeks, our family will have increased.”
Mom had scrambled to hide her nakedness, as had I. We were both fully clothed when she gave a disdainful laugh at my father’s direction.
“You’re such a pathetic fool! You knew that you were infertile, that you weren’t man enough to ever father another child, but you never thought to check about me. I never told you that I couldn’t conceive any more. Maybe so you’d give me that little bit of attention once a month while you tried to be a big man and have another son.”
Mom grabbed her bag, and before heading out the door, spat back, “So your little plan to steal that inheritance never had a chance. A change of zero out of a hundred. AND-that divorce you wanted before you learned about my father’s will-I’m signing those papers tonight! And I want you out of the house.”
Then she turned to me. “And you… you…” She slammed the door.
Got to give Dad credit. All he said was, “Didn’t see THAT coming.”
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The next three weeks were a horror show. Dad moved out, and Mom wouldn’t even look at me. Maybe I should say she “couldn’t” look at me. I avoided any eye contact myself.
I thought tensions might be easing a little at the end of the second week, but then i heard mom crying in the bathroom. It was the first time she cried.