“I only asked for a little suck on your nipple.”
“Tomorrow night you MUST get excited. For it to happen, for you to ejaculate, that as to happen. It won’t for me. I’ll be overjoyed though, knowing we’re trying to bring a new life in the world.
“Just a … aw, never mind.”
“Maybe tomorrow, if all goes well, you can suckle a little. Okay?”
If all goes well?
Between Mom’s legs rested a dark tangle of completely black curly pubic hair. It wasn’t nearly as well-manicured as the others. Maybe she didn’t think anyone would ever see it. I was seeing it and loving the wild quality it gave off.
In the mirror behind Mom, I could see her tapered, muscular back and her killer ass.
“Well?” she said expectantly.
“Mom, you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe my own mom has so beautiful a body. Your tits and ass are out of sight!”
“Not YOUR sight, obviously.” She pointed vaguely in the direction of my erect penis.
“I can’t help it. Look what you do for me. I mean, anyone would get a hardon if …” Then I thought that not everyone would.
“Except your dad,” she added.
“Obviously it’s HIM, not you, Mom! You’re so damned sexy, I can’t believe it.”
“How you talk about your own mother.”
“My naked, sexy, hot mother. Can you turn around for me?”
She turned one-eighty and stopped, giving me a few seconds to ogle her naked buns. I stepped closer, within reach, but didn’t touch her.
She turned back to face me, then looked down, down at my cock pointing in her direction.
“Obviously, you’ve been growing while I haven’t been watching. I haven’t seen your penis since you were eight or nine—half your life. I can’t believe …”
“You make me really hard, Mom. Want to feel it?”
“No! We should get dressed. We did what we set out to do. Now I’ll feel better about tomorrow night.”
“Mom, this,” I pointed to the shaft of my thick cock, “is going inside you tomorrow night. Wouldn’t you feel better if you at least felt it. You’re going to have to eventually.”
“No.”
“Feel it. Then you can gage how you’ll handle it tomorrow.”
“Let’s save that for then,” my naked mother said. But her eyes were on my pulsing dick.
“Feel it.”
“No. I shouldn’t.”
“If this were a normal circumstance, you’d be right. We’re trying to do something that’s out of the normal. Here … feel how hard your amazing body makes me.”
I gently took her wrist and guided it forward until her finger brushed against my penis. She opened her hand and grasped my cock.
My mom had her hand on my cock.
“I can’t believe it. It’s so big. And so thick. And so hard. Your father never—”
She caught herself before she would say anything more about Dad.
Of course, I couldn’t let it go: “Am I bigger than Dad?”
“Michael, I’m not going to go down that route.”
“Okay, but I’m just thinking about tomorrow. If you’re saying you’re used to something as big as me, that’s fine then.”
“You’re bigger. Lots bigger. And thicker. There, I said it.”
Mom’s hand was making micro-movements, pulling north, then south—then repeating the motion. Precum started to pour, right on schedule.
“How is that going to feel inside you, Mom?”