‘What’s it going to take to make you cum?’ she asked as we slowed down the pace. I rolled her to the side and slid back into her burning gash from behind, taking slower, shallower strokes, to tease her where she was most sensitive.
‘I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away, trying to make up for lost time,’ I realised.
‘Don’t be silly,’ she chirped, catching her breath all the same, ‘we have a whole week to catch up, and to fuck like rabbits…’
‘And to cuddle-fuck,’ I suggested.
‘Mmmm,’ that sounds delectable, she purred. ‘And maybe some soft, slow, intimate sex by candlelight?’
‘Making love?’ I asked. ‘Mum, you really have been fantasising a lot!’
‘Mm-hmm,’ she hummed agreeably. ‘But tell me yours. What would it take?’
I thought what the hell. The more I bared my soul to her, the tighter she seemed to embrace me. I repositioned myself on top of her and we sweetly made out and took the time to recuperate, basking in each other’s furnace-stoked body heat. ‘Do you really want to know?’ I asked.
‘You think I can’t handle it?’ She did ask for it…
‘I fantasised about making you pregnant,’ I confessed with a belated smirk.
‘You’re joking,’ she insisted. I wasn’t. I shook my head slowly.
‘I fantasised a lot about going too far, about not pulling out, but deliberately sliding all the way in and cumming right up against your cervix-
Mum’s shocked, almost offended gasp, cut me off. So with that, and without breaking eye contact, I guided myself back into her, slowly invading her soaked, used pussy, and began to screw her slow and deep as I waited to tell her my fantasy in full. And as her motions began to match mine, her thighs gently clamped around me, and she laced her fingers together around the back of my neck.
‘All I have to do right now is to think about that, about seeding you deep, taking you all the way, wondering how good it would feel to cum inside you, the way dad did…’
‘And that would make you cum right now?’ she asked out of disbelief. Again I nodded, bumping and grinding against her raw clit as my thick cock impaled her and stretched her out to be bred. ‘You filthy bastard,’ she cussed.
‘But oh God, I’m so close,’ I groaned and felt her thighs tighten around me. And there was a hint of a smile hidden behind her cool eyes. ‘I could cum gallons of spunk into you right now…’
‘You wouldn’t fucking dare,’ she moaned, then clamping her eyes closed, and biting her lip. And again her grip on me tightened. Was it just me or was this fantasy instantly about to make her cum too?
‘Squirting endless shots of hot white spunk into your womb, filling you up,’ I teased, or was I teasing? ‘That must feel so good, mum…’
‘You’d really want me to get pregnant with your baby?’ she begged, still moaning, faster and louder. I didn’t answer. But of course I wouldn’t. If anything it was the next step into the taboo, and the fear that went with it. All the while I could imagine the beauty of that moment and its afterglow, of the true coming together of two genuinely loving people, and the heavenly anguish of falling hopelessly in love with the woman who finally carried my seed.
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