*Well, here it is, the final chapter. As usual, I heavily recommend starting from the beginning. All previous chapters can be found on my profile. Let’s begin:*
As soon as Mom’s bedroom door closed behind us, we began to make out with a whole new level of ferocity. Immediately, our lips touched. It was only a second before I felt my mother’s tongue probe its way into my mouth.
We stayed like that a few moments, our hands running over each other’s bodies as our tongues danced intimately, exploring one another’s mouths.
My mother wasted no time, and quickly grabbed my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
I responded in equal measure, stripping off her shirt and revealing her large breasts, held up pleasingly by her pink, lacey bra.
I withdrew from her lips, and instead began to kiss at her neck, drawing forth gasps and moans.
I grabbed hold of her waist, and began to forcefully push her towards the bed. Once her back was against it, I pushed her down and climbed on top of her.
“Ahhh… That’s it baby, fuck me. Do whatever you want to me. I’m all yours.”
The sound of my mother declaring my ownership of her did something to me. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
Immediately I grabbed hold of her jeans and pulled them down with all the force I could muster.
As her jeans came off, I increased the intensity of my kisses and began to bite slightly at her neck. With one hand, I reached around her back, unclasping her bra and peeling it from her breasts.
“Ooooh baby, that’s it”, moaned my mother. “Be rough with me. Do whatever you want with your pregnant mother! You did this to me! I’m yours now!”
Clearly her pregnancy and my acceptance of it had pushed my mother to new heights of horniness.
I put my hand down her panties, my fingers making contact with her soaking vagina.
“That’s right Mom, you’re mine” I growled, beginning to make small grinding motions against her clit with my fingers.
“Ahhh… Oh fuck, Jason!” she moaned in ecstasy.
I stripped off my own trousers and boxer shorts so that I was standing completely naked, my rock hard cock standing out proudly over the top of my mother, who was still lying on the bed.
I grabbed hold of her firmly and began to move her.
“Turn over, Mom”, I said.
“Mmmm, baby, what are you going to do to me?” she purred teasingly.
She responded positively, turning over so that she was on all fours, her ass facing off the bed towards where I was standing.
As soon as she had done so, I grabbed hold of her panties, pulling them down her legs before tossing them to one side.
Grabbing her by the hips, I pulled her closer towards me. I then took my penis in my hand, and carefully lined it up with my mother’s wet entrance.
As soon as she felt the top of my penis press against her slit, my mother let out a deep moan, anticipating the pleasure that was to come.
“Ooooh… Ah… That’s it baby. Come back inside me.”
With that, I slowly sank into my mother’s maternal depths. Her warmth and wetness slowly engulfed me.
“Oh fuck, Mom!” I cried in pleasure, as I fully penetrated her as deep as I could possibly manage.
Mom moaned gently, yet I didn’t move. I kept still for just a moment, appreciating the moist warmth that my cock was now surrounded by.
After a couple of seconds my mother looked back over her shoulder. “Ahh… What are you waiting for? Fuck me!” she cried.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. Immediately, I pulled my length back as far as possible while still remaining inside her before slamming back as deep as I could go with as much force as I could muster.
The sight of my mother’s curvaceous buttocks rippling as I thrust into her was all the motivation I needed.
Immediately, I repeated the process again and again, each time increasing my pace.
Mom grasped at the bed sheets with her hands, crying and moaning. “That’s it Jason! Just like that! Oooh fuck! Keep going!” she cried as she moved her own body in time with mine. With all the practice we’d had, we had become incredibly good at matching the other’s pace.
Her large breasts swung forwards and back with her body. I couldn’t help myself. I reached down under her and grasped a breast in either hand, pulling myself closer as I continued to pound her.
Suddenly, my mother looked back at me over her shoulders. She was biting her lip, and her face was flushed with lust.
“Oh fuck, baby!” she shouted. “Get your mother pregnant!”
I found myself confused. I slowed slightly, catching my breath so that I could talk more comfortably.
“But Mom…” I said. “You’re already pregnant”. In hindsight, I was being spectacularly oblivious.
Mom’s face was a striking combination of frustration and amusement.
“I know that, you idiot!” she responded loudly. “It’s called roleplay! Just pretend!”
“Oohhh…” I mused, before beginning to once again pick up the pace.
I admit, I’d never really done any form of roleplay before, and I found the concept to be somewhat awkward.
“Ahhh… Ooh fuck, Mom! I’m… I’m going to get you pregnant!” I awkwardly stated.
It seemed to do the job though. “Ahhh! Oh fuck, yes!” responded Mom. “I want it! I want you to fill me up with all your hot cum!”
Clearly, my mother was far better at this than I was, as at hearing her words I immediately began to feel my orgasm draw closer.
As my pleasure increased, I felt myself being pulled further into the shared fantasy. “I will, Mom! I’m gonna shoot my load deep inside you! Do you want that? Do you want your own son to knock you up?”
“YES! Oh yes, please! I need it! Knock me up! I want to get pregnant with my own son’s baby! Put a baby back in the womb that made you!”
That was it. It was all too much. This was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.
I removed my hands from my mother’s breasts and placed them on her hips. I began to move her body forcefully as I increased my speed to a new extreme.
“I’M CUMMING INSIDE YOU MOM! GET FUCKING PREGNANT!” I screamed.
“AHHH, BABY, YES!” she shrieked in response.
My body seized, and I felt my cock begin to violently pulse. I drew my mother as close as possible as my penis began to erupt, shooting hot load after hot load deep into her warm, wet depths.
We both panted and twitched, as we each delighted in the experience. Eventually, my mother ceased to hold herself up with her arms and collapsed forwards.
With this movement, my penis became dislodged and flopped free. I watched as a stream of my sperm began to leak out of my mom’s vagina and down the inside of her leg.
I took a moment to appreciate the sight of my exhausted mother lying on her front panting heavily, my sperm leaking from her. After a few short moments I lay down next to her.
I lay on my side facing her and began to casually caress her buttocks. Eventually, she turned over to face me, planting a quick kiss on my lips.
“I love you, Jason”
“I love you too, Mom”, I responded.
We lay there in silence for a moments, as I absent-mindedly ran my hand over my mother’s hips. It was Mom who eventually broke the silence.
“This might sound a bit weird…” she began, “but does it feel more real to you now?”
“Hmm?” I said. “Does what feel more real?”
“The pregnancy. Our baby. I can’t describe it. I feel like after our little roleplay the whole thing feels somehow more real.” She paused for a second, as though thinking on the matter. “It was an accident after all… But, having the chance to ask for your baby, to imagine getting pregnant because I wanted to… I guess it helped me come to terms with everything.”
Silence fell again as I thought over my own opinions on the matter.
“I think you’re right. When I finished inside you that first time I was so scared. I was even more scared when you told me you were pregnant… But I know I want this now. Pretending to knock you up tonight really just solidified that in my mind.”
As I spoke, I became overcome with emotion and pulled her closer. I brought her face close to mine and began to explore her lips. I began slowly, but as the kiss went on, it became more and more passionate. I wasn’t kissing her as my mother now, nor was I kissing her as my lover. I was kissing her as the mother of my unborn child, and my love for her transcended all words.
Eventually, our lips separated. I looked over at my mother and noticed her hand was resting on her belly. Clearly the thought of our child was occupying her own mind too.
I took my own hand and placed it on hers, clutching it tightly.
“I’m tired…” I said, yawning. “I think I’m going to rest my eyes for a while… I love you.”
“And I love you too… Sleep well.” Mom responded as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
We continued living our strange home life. We would still have a mother-son relationship, but we would also still have sex on a regular basis. Mom’s pregnancy didn’t show much at first, but time has a funny way of passing faster than you expect.
Gradually, Mom’s body began to go through changes. Within a couple of months her already wonderfully full breasts had begun to grow, becoming even more full, and to my delight, even more sensitive. Within 3 months, a noticeable bump had begun to form in her belly.
It was around this time that the neighbors and family friends began to notice her pregnancy, and true to her word, she placed the blame on a drunken fling that she had no recollection of. I could tell that having to shame herself with such lies hurt her, but I did my best to be there for her as much as possible.
Within 4 months her nipples had darkened. Time continued to pass at an alarming speed taking us to where we are now.
Mom is currently 8 months pregnant. Her curves have filled out nicely and her belly is large, round and firm. She constantly expresses fear that she’s gotten fat, or that I won’t find her attractive at this stage.
The honest truth is that I’ve never found her more beautiful. The pregnancy sex is beyond amazing. My mother’s libido seems to have increased tenfold. While once we were having sex every few nights, now it’s almost always a nightly occurrence along with occasional morning sex.
I’ve spoken during my recollections of how wonderfully her breasts bounce during sex. It’s even better now that they’re so much fuller. It’s not just that though… There’s something about seeing her large, pregnant belly as I pound in and out of her that drives me wild. That, and her flushed skin…
In short, I love her more than ever. When I first slipped my penis inside her folds, I assumed that would be the peak of our relationship, and possibly my life. When I got her pregnant, I moved the post, assuming that was the peak. Now, as I live out a relationship with my pregnant mother, I know this is the new peak.
Something about seeing her large belly on a daily basis is just wonderful. I look at her with a deep satisfaction, knowing that I put that baby in her. That it’s our child that we’re having together.
Better still is that now I know our relationship will peak further. I couldn’t be more excited about our child. The doctors have done all the normal scans and from what they’ve said, it seems our child is happy and healthy which is a relief, considering our relationship.
Things have changed a lot in our lives. I know not what the future truly holds. Yet I do know that the woman I love the most, my mother, will be with me every step of the way. Likewise, I know that I’ll be by her side to the very end. With the two of us together, we have nothing to fear.
The end.
*Authors Note: Thanks for reading everyone, I hope that you’ve all enjoyed. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to give criticism, especially those who pointed out where I could have done better, it’s been a great help.*
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