[Continued from Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l1qmd6/hypnotizing_mom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
One week later…
“Chris, could you help me in here?” my mother called out from her bedroom. Of course I thought I was off the hook since I’d already done my chores and had just settled down for the morning to, shall we say, take care of the business I’d been too tired to do last night.
“In a minute!” I yelled back, hoping that she would just let me be for about five minutes to finish, but I knew it was pointless.
“Now!” she shouted back and I quickly tossed my cum sock aside and yanked my jeans and underwear back up from around my ankles.
“Coming,” I groaned back, tucking my erection carefully away before I zipped back up. I muttered to myself that I should just hypnotize her and make her suck me off again, but I wasn’t really serious. Guilt more than anything else had kept me from pursuing further sexual relations with her. And since I’d clearly proved that hypnosis was real and worked I figured I’d have the confidence to really follow through with it on my dream girl, Stacy.
Sure, I’d tried it before, and failed, but thinking back on it I reasoned I’d probably been too excited and nervous about it. My research told me that not everyone could be hypnotized, and while there were some people like Mom who could be very easily, most were just difficult and took time and concentration. My best bet was to just calm down and take it slow with her. Once I got her in the right mood I would have the best chance, and with a little luck she’d be all mine, just like my mother had been.
“Ah, there you are,” Mom said as I came into her bedroom. She was standing there with a light bulb and a stepstool. “One of the lights went and I need you to steady me so I don’t fall,” she explained and then stepped onto the stool. “Just put your hands on my hips and it’ll be done quick.”
“Okay,” I sighed and got behind her, placing one hand on each side of her waist. Mom looked up at the light and started unscrewing the burnt bulb while I held her steady as she swayed about only a little.
Fuck. As if I wasn’t already horny before, now with my hands so near her ass I was imagining taking my own mother, bent over that stool. She had surprised me by sucking me off that night when I’d hypnotically regressed her back to her first sexual experience. I’d originally just expected her to lie there and let me finger her, just as she’d told me she had been by her drunken stepfather, but then out of the blue she asked to suck me off. Of course I hadn’t been thinking with the brain in my skull by that point, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. And of course there was the fact she hadn’t really thought it was me, her only son, that she was blowing.
When I hypnotized her I figured I’d make her more comfortable by pretending to be him, but changed a few things up. I… or he, wasn’t drunk and I’d also suggested that she might enjoy it more, vocalizing her thoughts. And so she must have, getting so into it that she took me into her mouth and sucked out my cum like a straw in a soda bottle.
God, what kind of a sick fuck was I for getting turned on thinking about that again? More than once in the last week I’d been tempted to brainwash her into being a young and naive sixteen-year-old once more, then encourage her to do more with me. Worse, I ashamedly pondered if perhaps I should instead pretend to be my father and have her relive one of those encounters with me, maybe even the very night I was conceived. Thankfully before I’d succumb to those perverse and lusty thoughts though, I always came to my senses and just jerked it out of me instead. But that didn’t stop me from at least imagining what using every part of her body might feel like. Still, each time I wadded up and threw away the sticky tissue that caught all my ejaculate from my belly, I always felt dirty afterwards just the same.
…His hands were on my hips…
I honestly didn’t really need Chris for this having changed plenty of lightbulbs by myself before, but since he was here I might as well use his help. At least that’s what I told myself, but then why was I doing this to myself?
Sure he looks an awful lot like his father at that age, but it’s not really him. He’s my son… my fucking son, and thinking about him in a manly way like this is wrong, isn’t it? But for some reason I have been thinking about it all week, unable to stop looking or eavesdropping on him since last Saturday and for the life of me I just couldn’t figure out why. To complete my shame I even paused to listen just outside his door a few nights ago, my heart nearly stopping when I heard a wet slapping sound. My little baby boy was masturbating!
Worse, I didn’t walk away as I should have. I just stood there. God, what’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t be imagining rubbing or sucking my own son’s penis, but for some reason I just couldn’t stop, visualizing him stroking it, wondering just how big it was… or what his cum might taste like. It was like something in my brain had just switched on and it didn’t matter how much I tried to stop thinking about him that way, I simply couldn’t resist it. I heard him groan as he came, my pussy getting soaked by the thought of his spunk covering me instead of his belly and retreated silently back to my own bed to quickly shove my vibrator deep into my already dripping pussy and imagine it was him. It only took a few seconds before I was cumming hard, shouting for him to fuck me harder in my mind was my entire body convulsed in a mindless bliss.
My hands were sweating, making it difficult to spin the new bulb into place. But as slippery as they were, it was nothing compared to how wet my pussy was right now. It had been juicing up when I called for him, and was now in full-on drool mode with just the touch of his hands on my hips. Was any of it running down my legs? Could he smell me through my panties right now? Did he know I was imagining what would happen if I just bent over this stool and hiked my dress up, then begged like a whore for him to fuck me stupid?
…Then the light came on…
“Okay, all done,” my Mom said with a laugh and she took a step down. She had seemed pretty unsteady up there, even shaking a little, so I backed up but still held her hips, guiding her carefully and safely back down to the floor. For a moment I pondered that it would be so easy to just snap my fingers right now and make her mine.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked. Only then did I stop imagining I was making her my brainless sex bimbo and remembered that she was my mother.
“Fine! I’m um… fine,” I said quickly, but then she placed the back of one hand against my forehead.
“You feel a bit warm,” she said with motherly concern, but there was no way I could tell her why I was really warm.
“Honest, I’m fine,” I growled and turned away from her. I couldn’t do that, not to her. “Stacy will be here soon,” I said, more to myself as I spotted the time and knew I didn’t have much time before she arrived for her weekly tutoring, a.k.a. getting me to do her homework for her while she complained about how long it was taking to finish.
“Oh, I see,” Mom drew the right conclusion, or at least a close enough one as she walked out to the kitchen.
“No, that’s not what I… arg!” I weakly protested, but it was too late. Giving myself a hard facepalm I shook it off and went back to my room, mostly just to hide my porn and jerk-rag before Stacy got here. I used the rest of the time to try and calm down, focusing on my plot to try and hypnotize her again. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and Mom ushered her in and up to my room.
“Hey Chris,” she said and jumped on my bed while I sat at my desk, not even turning to face her yet. “I hope you’ve read the chapter for Chemistry already because I didn’t have time, what with cheerleading and all.” This was it. This was my chance.
…In the hallway…
I shouldn’t be doing this. That was completely clear, but I just couldn’t help myself. For some reason I just had to stay close and listen to what was going on with Chris and his heartless crush, Stacy. I knew she would never fall for him the way he hoped. Beautiful girls like her never cared for the good, smart boys like him. She was just using him to get good enough grades, hoping to get into a good college and then latch onto a bad-boy jock with a sports scholarship or a trust fund. She was nothing more than a whore, through and through.
“Stacy, I’m going to help you, but first,” I heard him say levelly, then pause for a moment, “would you mind looking at this, please?”
“What is it?” I heard her ask the same question I was thinking, though at least she could presumably see whatever it was.
“It’s a pendant I bought at the store.nothing expensive, just a pretty glass bauble for my mother,” I smiled thinking how sweet that was of him, “but I wanted to get your opinion.”
“Eh… It’s okay,” she said offhandedly.
“But you see the way the light sparkles when it hits it just right?” he said in a very calm and level voice. “I find it very calming and peaceful when I look deep into it.”
“Yeah,” she replied quietly, only barely audible through the door, so I crouched in closer to hear better. “It’s very pretty.”
“Yes, it is pretty,” he repeated. “Doesn’t just looking at it makes you feel calm and relaxed?” I didn’t hear Stacy respond, and then I realized what he was doing. He was trying to hypnotize her! All of a sudden every perverse and nasty thought of what he was going to do to get what he wanted from her went through my mind. Was my son really trying to rape this girl? No, it couldn’t be. Not my Chris!
“It’s so relaxing it just makes you want to take off all your clothes and lay beck on the bed, right?” Hearing those words from him shocked and infuriated me all at the same time. I knew he was a good boy at heart, but I also knew that all boys his age were an uncontrollable rage of hormones, too. I had to stop him before he did something he’d regret the rest of his life so I opened the door and barged in.
…Stacy pulled her t-shirt over her head…
She’d already dropped her skirt and showed me her very fine ass clenched in those bright pink panties. Now that her nice and firm small breasts were still confined in a matching bra, I was quite sure she’d have taken that off next if my mom hadn’t suddenly opened the door and broken the mood.
“Mom! It’s not what it looks like,” I instantly freaked out, realizing she was seeing exactly what I was seeing and that I was already busted. Still, I had to at least try and make some kind of an excuse for what was happening. I tossed the green glass gem on the table and tried to intercept her before she ruined all my hopes and dreams with Stacy. “Stacy’s just…”
“What the fuck?” Stacy exclaimed behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her quickly pulling her shirt back on. Goddamn fucking shit! Mom’s interruption broke the compliant trance I’d finally gotten Stacy into. Now she was fully awake and aware again and obviously pissed that she’d somehow become half-naked.
“Look, nothing happened,” I excused the situation, trying to explain everything away and reset this high-speed train wreck. “Everything is fine, just…”
“I’m so outta here,” Stacy said more as a demand than a statement as she pulled her skirt back up then pushed past my mother who stumbled back slightly. Strangely my Mom still hadn’t even muttered a single word since she’d abruptly entered my room. Was she shocked that I’d been trying to get a girl naked in my room, or just pissed that I was trying to trick her through hypnosis? I simply couldn’t read her. It was like she had gone into a trance standing there and…
I looked at her, following her gaze to my desk, right where the big green glass gem rested in the sunlight. “Mom?” I asked cautiously.
“Yes,” she responded softly, still not looking at me, but highly focused on the fake jewel. Holy shit, she must have heard me hypnotizing Stacy and had become mesmerized herself the moment she saw the gaudy glass amulet.
“Well, at least I’m not going to get grounded,” I mumbled to myself, trying to find the silver lining in this nightmare. “Now then,” I said loud and clearly, “Mother, why did you come into my room?”
“I was angry,” she said flat-toned, not carrying even a trace of anger in her voice.
“Well, too damn bad,” I mocked her, though instantly felt stupid for doing so since she wasn’t even herself right now. She was nothing more than a sleep-walker, and I was completely in control of her dream. To hell with it! I’d had a raging boner in my pants for the last ten minutes that I’d been hoping to use on Stacy, but as they say, when one door opens…
…Lost in the sparkling sunlight though the pretty green gem…
I was drifting, comfortable and calm. But then my mind was moving, traveling, remembering. Back to when I was so much younger; back before I had a child, before I was married, back to when I had first started dating, but instead I was a cheerleader now, just as I’d always dreamed of being though my body had never allowed me to be. Just like in my fantasies, I was dating the high school star quarterback!
God, he was a dreamboat: handsome, strong, intelligent, popular… literally everything a teenage girl like me ever wanted in a boyfriend and then some, and he’d just brought me back to his bedroom after winning the state championship!
“We couldn’t have won without your cheering,” he said sitting down next to me, caressing my leg. “When we were down fourteen points at halftime I almost gave up, but then I saw you out there, giving it your all and never giving up so I knew I couldn’t either.” Did he really mean that? It made me so happy to know what I did meant that much to him. “And now I want to thank you,” he said, taking off his uniform.
…I took off my shirt and Mom’s eyes went wide…
For a moment I thought I’d made a mistake. Was she going to freak out? Her eyes looked like they were about to jump out of her head. But she just looked on at me, unmoving. I walked up to her and lifted up her top, and while she gasped, she didn’t try and stop me. Once more her extra large wonderful tits bounced out into my face and this time I took full advantage of it.
“God, how I love looking at your big tits,” I sighed happily, gently grabbing each of them and then squeezing them. This must be why women have two, one for each of her lover’s hands. She seemed to agree, while not saying anything, just letting me play with them, practically moaning as I did. I couldn’t believe that once upon a time I’d suckled milk from these two huge playtoys, but just thinking about that made me want to try doing so again.
I lifted one up and bent over, extending my tongue to lap up across the slightly bumpy skin around her nipple, and then took it all inside my mouth. “Oh!” Mom moaned loudly, very much sounding like she was enjoying this as much as I was. I pursed my lips around her hardening nipple and sucked hard, but nothing came out. I understood, at least scientifically speaking, that breasts didn’t always produce milk, but it was still fun to finally get a chance to try for myself and at least be old enough to remember it this time. Mom caressed my hair with both hands, obviously enjoying the sensation of my mouth and tongue vainly trying to coax out a drop of her motherly milk again. She might have even enjoyed it as much as I did so after a few minutes of pleasuring futility, I switched to her second breast.
…My left breast slipped from his mouth…
But he wasn’t done sucking on my tits, taking my right one to give it the same treatment. Oh, God! Why did this feel so good? And yet so familiar? I swear I could remember this feeling, but those memories were fuzzy, somehow just out of reach but the sensation was unmistakably familiar, like from an extremely vivid dream. Was this love?
It must be, because right now my mind was reeling with the way my body craved to be touched and used by him, inside and out… my pussy fucking gushing for him right now. “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good,” I moaned, not even thinking.
Then he suddenly stopped massaging my nipple with his lips. “Daddy?” he chuckled.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Did I just say that?” I couldn’t believe I had just called him Daddy! I was so embarrassed! What he must think of me, that I would… well I had, kind of, but nothing like this. “I would never… you have to believe me…” What was his name again? Why couldn’t I come up with it?
…She just called me Daddy…
Mom clearly had a severe Daddy complex, probably because of what happened before and I was pretty certain tricking her into sucking me off last week had brought it back to the surface. I’d never heard her talk like that before but I’d also never gotten to know the sexual side of her before either, at least not outside of that one time and she wasn’t supposed to even remember that!
Well, she wasn’t supposed to remember outside of this hypnotized state that is so I guess maybe I’d messed up and had her confusing the scenarios in her jumbled mind. Better to stick with one thing, something she was already into anyway just to make everything easier.
“Fine then, Daddy’s home… and he wants to play,” I repeated my code phrase and looked into her eyes to see she was now solidly back into her attentive trance, “While you were letting the quarterback play with your body, your step-father came back home unexpectedly. He’s angry and kicks the boy out so now I am your Daddy and very upset with you.” I snapped my fingers and she suddenly looked panicked. “Why the fuck are you being such a filthy little slut, letting that boy touch you like that?”
“I’m sorry Daddy!” she pleaded like a little girl frightened of having her father’s belt or hand laid on her ass for disobedience. “We weren’t doing anything, promise!”
“Not doing anything my ass. He was sucking your fucking tits!” I growled, pretending to be upset and grabbing one of her nipples hard, pinching it. She winced, but didn’t pull away. “Don’t lie to me. I know what I saw. You were his little whore, loving to have these big, fat udders sucked and pinched, don’t you?” I squeezed her other breast a little too roughly, making whimper slightly, too scared to say anything at all. “Don’t you!?” I raised my voice to a shout while grabbing the breast I had first pinched in a like manner. She looked a bit scared but her nipples were solid little nubs of rock, so hard and erect that I wondered they didn’t actually hurt her.
…“Yes” I muttered…
I couldn’t deny how good it felt when the quarterback was licking and playing with them, yet I was on fire now that Daddy was roughly mauling my breasts, hard enough to hurt me slightly, but really just exciting me even more. I didn’t know why, and I was so ashamed at admitting it ever since that night.
“Take off your clothes and lay face down on the bed,” Daddy ordered, and I hurried up to do as he said, not wanting to make him any madder. It didn’t even seem that weird, after all he’d already touched my pussy in the dark.
“Now,” he said, walking beside to bed, standing over me shirtless. I could tell he was already hard in his pants by how they tented up but then I was surprised by a sharp stinging slap on my ass as he repeated, “Tell me, why are you acting like such a slut?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” I howled, scared more than in pain as I buried my face into the pillows. “Ahhh!” I cried out again as his strong hand spanked my other ass cheek. I knew it was supposed to be a punishment, but the strength in his hands together with the stinging on my bare ass excited me, making my pussy wet.
“You’re not sorry,” he scolded me. “If you were, you’d be answering my fucking question,” he punctuated his statement with another spank.
“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…” his hand stung my rear end again and I was pretty sure my pussy was soaking the bed beneath me.
“You didn’t mean to what? Let him suck your tits?” he demanded, obviously not believing a word I was saying.
“Ummm…” I considered, but that wasn’t good enough of a reply. “Owww!” I grimaced as his hand hit my ass again, harder than before as that last one really did hurt. “I did, but… I just couldn’t…” Daddy’s hand landed on my ass again, and while I flinched at the expected pain, this time there wasn’t any. He’d just dropped it softly to cup and caress my reddening ass.
“You just couldn’t say no… because you are a little slut,” he said as if it were a simple declaration of fact. “Say it.”
…Mom turned her head to look at me…
Her eyes were glossy, on the brink of tears from the spanking I’d just administered. Part of me wanted to apologize, suddenly realizing that I’d actually hurt my own mother, but then she she looked at me and begged, “Please, Daddy, forgive me for being a slut. I just can’t help it.” My cock throbbed hearing her say that in a cute little girly voice.
“Yes, you are a nasty little slut, aren’t you,” I growled, not even believing I was capable of saying such things to anyone, much less my own mother. “You’re nothing but a cock-hungry whore” Before I could even believe I was doing it, my hand resting on her ass slid down her butt crack between her legs to her pussy and pushed a finger between her fuzzy, wet folds. She was so wet I slid right in without difficulty.
“Ah! Yes, Daddy!” Mom moaned. “I’m your little slut. Rub my pussy, please. It’s so wet for you.” I don’t think anything shy of a SWAT team could have stopped me at that moment from plowing into her soaked gash, not with just one finger, or even two, but three burrowing inside her vagina, the very same one that had birthed me almost two decades ago. She cried out in ecstasy.
“You like that? Do you, slut?” I demanded, relentlessly finger fucking her with nearly my whole hand up her twat.
“Yes, Daddy, I do, but…” she panted, parting her legs and lifting her ass off the bed as if to give me better access but she didn’t finish her thought.
“But what?” I was a little too far lost in character, almost speaking with real anger as I pulled out my sopping wet hand and slapped her ass again. It made a sticky pink mark outlining my fingers with her fluids running down her ass cheek.
“But,” she looked back at me differently than before. Gone was the fear of being caught or punished. She was now confident and obviously turned on as hell. “It would feel so much better if you put that big cock of yours inside me.” My jaw dropped to the floor. Though I should have expected this, just hearing my mother invite me, well invite me pretending to be her step-father in a hypnotic induced fantasy, still shocked me. She wanted to be fucked badly and wanted me to do it. “You want to, don’t you? That’s why you keep touching my pussy, isn’t it? It’s okay, I won’t tell Mom. I promise,” she assured me, and I almost laughed. What would Grandma think if she knew her daughter had tried to fuck her husband, but was really doing it with her grandson? This was full-on incest, even if she didn’t realize it; I knew just how wrong it was, but I was also throbbing with need. Had it been anyone else I’d have just jumped her instantly; but could I do that to my own mother?
…Daddy hesitated…
But I could tell he was swollen in his pants. He wanted to, I just knew it, but he probably was worried about the repercussions. What if Mom found out? Or the neighborhood? It wouldn’t be incest because we weren’t really blood related, but he’d been the only father I’d ever really known. I was his little girl, but I wanted him so bad; he just needed a little nudge. He needed to see me as a woman instead of that little girl.
I rolled over and spread my legs open, sliding my hand down to open up my pussy, confident that would get him. “See for yourself. I’m so wet for you right now. I loved feeling your fingers inside me but now I want something bigger. Please, I need your cock so bad.”
For a moment I was nervous he was going to ‘do the right thing’ and just walk out on me, but then he nodded and began taking off his pants. Oh God, I couldn’t believe this was actually about to happen! I rubbed my excited clit while he stripped and couldn’t help but notice he looked to be in much better shape than I expected for a middle-aged man. Then his hard cock sprang free into the open air and I nearly creamed myself right then.
Ever since I sucked him off I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head. The soft sponginess of his flesh, yet also hot and very hard at his core. It seemed like forever ago that he’d snuck into my room and started fingering me in my sleep, and afterwards I couldn’t keep myself from wondering what his cock would feel like in there. Surely I’d fantasized about it often enough and now it was going to happen for real! Waiting for it now that I knew I was finally going to get my wish was almost pure torture.
I leaned back as he slowly climbed up onto the bed and knelt between my spread open legs. I couldn’t believe my first time having sex was with my step father!
…I couldn’t believe it…
My first time was going to be with my own mother! How sick was I? I’d expected to just have her to blow me again, maybe lick her pussy until she came again, but after she begged for me to actually do it… do her, well it was like she was reading my darkest desires. And damn I wanted to just pounce on her and fulfill her request, but I was so nervous I only now realized I wasn’t sure exactly how to go about it.
I lowered my hips to hers, bringing my throbbing, twitching penis to brush up against her moist slit.hat felt so great I instinctually thrust forward, but wasn’t lined up right because my manhood bent slightly and bounced up, slapping into the slight fold of her tummy fat. I winced in discomfort and I could tell it was uncomfortable for her as well. Shifting my weight onto one hand to bring my right down to hold onto my prick, I wiggled it into what I thought was the right place and attempted to push in again, but that wasn’t right either.
“Down a little lower,” Mom grimaced.
“Sorry,” I apologized and backed up again, pushing my rod down as she instructed, even though I felt like I was getting closer to her ass than her pussy, but once I eased between her cunt lips I finally knew I was in the right spot just by how good it felt.
…Oh God, he’s going inside me!!!
Despite two slightly painful missteps that I hadn’t expected, he finally found the entrance to my secret spot. I guess I must be a lot smaller than Mom was. I was worried it was going to hurt as all the rumors said the first time was supposed to, but once he was in the right spot I felt only this amazing warmth filling me up. It was like a joyous completion, as if this was how I was always meant to feel, the restless void in my body and soul disappearing. This was the dirty secret everyone hid from you, and know that I knew about it I’d do anything to feel this way for as long as I could. Nothing could seriously feel any better than this.
“Are you okay?” Daddy… my lover asked with some concern.
“Uh hum,” I nodded and forced myself to stop biting my lip before I started bleeding.
“I’m going to start moving, okay?” he said, and I simply nodded again. He eased back just a bit and my spine tingled with the sensations of his massive penis moving about inside me.
I reflexively convulsed a little, a tiny shuddering that was already building up to be a wonderful orgasm, but then he pushed back in so deep it felt like he must be jabbing his cock all the way up into my skull. I had thought it would take longer, but after only two or three of those thrusts I was already in blissful heaven. My mind went totally numb, every nerve in my body on fire, and my arms and legs spasmed every bit as much as my pussy did, contracting around his thick cock, begging for him to stay inside me forever.
…Mom groaned and shook…
I hoped she was enjoying it, but I just lost all control of my body when she hugged me down into her warm sweaty breasts like that. My hips jerked on their own and I moaned out, “Mommy…” as the biggest and hottest load of cum I’d ever made came erupting out of my balls. I condensed every muscle in my body, thrusting forward as hard as I could. I felt like I had driven in all the way to her womb, to the very place I was conceived, so that the half-second it took for the semen to come shooting out of me went through my dick and straight inside to try and do what my dad had done almost twenty-one years ago.
I collapsed, crashing down atop of her. All that mattered was that my prick stay deeply lodged inside her so that I could keep filling it with every last drop of spunk that kept shooting out of me and it just didn’t seem to stop either; four, five, six convulsions… my body felt like it was dying. Every part of me was weakening, yet my cum still erupted out of me like a river of lava from a dick-shaped volcano. Slowing, yet still going.
…What just happened???
I had been in the throes of passion, my first time having sex with my step-father, but that had never happened. In fact, I never gave him a blowjob either. There had only ever been that one time when he fingered me while he was drunk, but now he had just fucked me? I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me… Oh, God! It felt good, but having not planned for any sexual activities aside of masturbation, I’d been off the pill for well over a decade. What if…
What happened? It was all very confusing, but the pleasure in my loins was undeniable. It’d been so long since I had been fucked, especially fucked deep like that and oh how I had missed this fullness. The only time I felt truly at peace with myself was when Dave would mount me, sending my brain into a world of ecstasy, then collapse like a baby into my breasts, just like this, filling me with his seed. He eventually gave me my beautiful baby boy which was the only way I could truly show him just how much I cared for him, yet even that wasn’t enough to keep him faithful. But now, he’d come back to me? When had that happened?
I couldn’t figure out if I was going crazy or just dreaming. Everything was out of place, yet there was his brown-haired head, cradled between my breasts and his body atop of mine, and I felt his love for me in my womb. He came back and everything was going to be wonderful again, I just knew it. Then he lifted his head to look at me…
“Chris!?!” I gasped… Oh God! What had I just done?!?
To be concluded…
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