A quick glance told me Dad was back in his seat. He was looking at Mom’s face.
Now I started a slow pumping, in and out—nothing fast and nothing fancy (not that I knew anything fancy).
This was going along fine. I would be cumming in another minute or two and that would be it. All that cum inside Mom would be sure to get her pregnant. Wouldn’t it?
Then something happened. I felt it first in Mom’s hips. There was a shudder, then a vibration, then a thrust, then a little buck. It was if she were coming out of hibernation.
Her arms went from flat on the bed to my sides, and then around my back. She rubbed my back with her hands, increasing the pressure.
Her hips began to meet my thrusts perfectly, jamming herself up against me.
“Aaaahh!” she breathed.
Then, “Ooooohhh!”
“Mom,” I said.
“Oh, Michael,” she replied.
More of my mundane fucking. But, it wasn’t be interpreted as mundane by Mom. She was getting more vocal and more active all the time.
“OH!” she groaned. “OOOHH!”
I increased my speed now, her voice, her increasing physical hunger calling some part of me that wasn’t her son, but just pure maleness. A woman calling out to a man while they mated.
“That’s it,” she chanted again and again.
“AAAAAHHH! followed by a low groan “AAAWWWW!”
That’s when her long, lean legs reached up and wrapped themselves around my waist and she ground with all her strength against me.
I reacted with all the fury in my Oedipal body. I was fucking my mother and loving it. Loving it more than any fuck I could imagine—because it was my mother!
“MICHAEL!” she yelled. There was no hearing the clock above that.
“MICHAEL! YEESSS! MICHAEL!”
MOM!” I yelled and then it happened: I was gushing my sperm and semen deep inside my mother—into the very womb where I had been conceived so many years before. “AAAHH! AAAHH!” I repeated with each ejaculation of that baby-making potion. “MOM!”
“MICHAEL! OH GOD! I FEEL IT! OOOHH!”
Her head thrashed to the left and to the right again and again and then she screamed:
“MICHAEL! I’M CUMMING! OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!”
It was some loud gruff low alien voice coming out of her.
She held herself stiff for a few seconds and she collapsed motionless. I continued pumping and by chance looked at Dad. His hand was furiously working at his crotch and there was a big wet stain seeping through his pants. I turned my head and gave a few final thrusts before losing all my strength and coming to rest on my cum-filled mother.
I knew I had to stay engaged for a while to allow “settling.” There was no place I had to go, and there was no place I’d rather be than inside my mom’s pussy at that point.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes. I leaned up and saw Mom was comatose still. I also saw one of her delicious nipples. I sucked it into my mouth and put pressure on it with my tongue. I sucked hard and Mom said, “What are you doing?”
“You said if all went well I could suckle. I figured all went well.”
“Suck away,” she laughed.
I did and switched to the other one (equally tasty and responsive). Mom’s hand went to the back of my head, a combination of caress and feeding of her breast into her son’s mouth.