Chapter VIII
"John, there's something I have to tell you…"
"…go ahead mom."
"I'm pregnant!"
He stopped sucking my nipples and looked up at me, a string of his sticky saliva hanging from his mouth to me erected and blood-filled nipple, our glances meeting, a questioning expression on his face…
I had been as startled myself when I had missed my period several days. I had gone to the pharmacy to find out with a self-test. Even though that during the last month we had been making love like rabbits, I couldn't believe that I was really pregnant. Several times per day, and night, my lover would deposit his potent semen in my womb, and each time he did this, I was hoping it would be the heavenly moment that I would get inseminated. Little did I know that one of his tiny wriggling and little seed, the peek of his manhood, would catch and start growing inside my fertile womb, even though I was always full of his cream. I remember that at first I insisted on having my panties on when walking around in the house and doing the chores, but later on I discovered that it wouldn't be possible. The cum that oozed out of me would force me to wash panties every single day since they got all sticky and then turning hard as his cum dried. So instead, I was naked under my skirt, besides, this would leave me more acessible to my son whenever he wanted, or had recouped his power, to enter me anew, which was very often. It felt odd to walk around with his spunk drooling out of me, squishing around and trickling down along the insides of my thighs, wettening them. It seemed like it would never stop leaking, it was like I was so full off his precious honey, that my pussy had turned into a well of semen. Any time it was about to drain, it would be refilled with fresh and newly produced baby-making juices, with such love and care, millions of seeds wriggling their way towards my egg and with only one goal. To make a baby inside of me, inside his own loving mother.
I caressed his head, pressing his head in tight between my soft naked breasts.
"Yes John, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with our child John. You're going to be a father…"
I held his head in my hands, and looked in his eyes. "I thought you would be happy John."
He cleared his throat, looking a little wild at me. "…well, it…I mean…I didn't really think that you… that you would get… pregnant… I've heard there are…ways… not to… I mean… that's what I've heard…that's what I meant"
"Ohhh John…of course there are ways…but don't you understand? Don't you see how much I love you? I love you so much that I want to have your child, I want to bear the fruit of our love. You know I've always wanted many children, but Michael didn't have the time to stay with me…he died so soon. I have missed a man by my side for so long, someone to love and care for, someone to enjoy pleasures as well as sorrows, someone to share parenthood with. Now you darling can be all this, my new loved husband. If not married to me, then at least the father of my children, head of the family. You are my man from now on, and I am you're woman…I love you John and I want to be together with you for the rest of my life…I care for you soo much…"
There was silence…we were both thinking…I knew that want I wanted could never be true…he wouldn't be mine for always… I would grow old…soon age would show it's mercyless effects on me. I was still young, I had learned this from John. I was 36, and was pretty good-looking and John had made me feel even younger with his tender love and affection…but now, I knew that soon I would change…in a couple of years I wouldn't be as attractive to him as now and someday he would find someone else to love…someone his own age…a girl to marry for real. But then we would both have something in common, our child to love and to care for…
"I thought you were prepared for this, to be with me, share my bed every night. To love and care for our child like you care for me…maybe…maybe I was wrong…but I wanted to show you how much…how much I love you…
"I love you too mom…", he hugged me close to me and I could feel the calming warmth from him spread to my body…"…but what if someone finds out…you've said that…what we're doing is against the law…that you could go to jail if someone ever found out, that they would take me away from you…what if they find out you're pregnant? Won't they send you to jail? I don't want that…"
"They won't John, they will never do that…no one except you and me has to know about our child, it will be our secret…"
"But won't everyone ask? I mean they know you have no husband. And I've seen that pregnancy can't be hidden…"
"They will ask…but that is not a problem…" and so I told him about the plans to go away for awhile, to go on a holiday. After all, we hadn't been on a holiday for 3 years…and I did have some savings for a trip, which had never been made…
I must say I felt a lot of guilt. After all, I should have discussed an eventual pregnency with my son before. But I wanted to bear his child so much, and I was afraid he wouldn't want a child, so I didn't bring it up. Now I was afraid he would feel like I had used him, only to get what I wanted. He was right, there were ways to protect oneself from getting pregnant…a mother wasn't supposed to have her son as a lover, further on, having a child with him was even worse. It was playing at a high risk…
For the first time in weeks, I had cooked a deasent supper. And for the first time, John didn't come to make love to me, and this scared me. I knew from earlier he enjoyed having sex while I was working in the kitchen. Every day when I was making some lunch or supper he would sneak up behind me, pull up my skirt, and make love to me from behind, my breasts swinging free over the sink while he squeezed them. Then he would either spurt inside me and let me lick his penis clean, or he would put it between my breasts, sliding it up and down in the cleavage as I was pressing the flesh together, and squirt either on them or inside my mouth.
Sometimes we would make love in a chair, me straddling his lap, facing him as he sucked my breasts or I would be on my back on the kitchen table, him standing between my parted legs, massaging my breasts, finally spurting inside me.
Half an hour later he would come again, and repeat the coupling, leaving me all sour and sticky with his cum. But so satisfied and content.
Today he did neither of these things with me.
I was in bed crying. I thought I had lost him. It was late and for the first time, he hadn't come into my room to spend the night with me like he used to do.
But then I heard the door open, and the sound of his slippers on the floor as he got in, closing and locking it like he had done for so many nights…
"Mom, are you awake?"
"mmm"… I was relieved…maybe after all I hadn't lost him…
He got under the covers, embracing me for the first time since I told him the news, and it felt like it was an eternity. I pulled him close to my naked body, feeling his loving warmth which I had learned I couldn't live without. I couldn't help it. I fought, but to no avail. I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, then I let go…
"Mom! You're crying! What's wrong mommy?"
"…if you only knew John…if you only knew…" I caressed his soft brown hair, like I had done for so many times before, caring for him with all my heart, with my whole body…
"…know what mom?…what? Tell me what's wrong…
I couldn't help myself, but the words came out in a torrent… "Oh John…I was so afraid you wouldn't want me anymore, that you wouldn't love me, because I'm pregnant… I was afraid you would hate me, for using you…that you would feel I didn't want you, but a child…"
Again the tears came, his young face shining in the beautiful moonlight. Oh how I loved him! Why did it have to be this way…so complicated to love him, just because he was my son. It wasn't just that, it was what I felt inside… I felt so strange, happy but sad… it was my concience, almost killing me slowly. I knew what a dreadful thing this was, I had conceived a child with my own son, and what scared me was that I had wanted it…and I didn't regret it…now I had thought he hated me…
"No mom! That's not true! I love you so much, I would never do such a thing to you. Never. It doesn't matter whether you're pregnant or not. I would love you as much! Why did you ever think that I would hate you?"
"…I got afraid John…"
"Why?"
"After I told you…you…you never came to me like you did before…you never made love to me again…"
"But you're pregnant…I mean…I thought that if you're pregnant…you couldn't make love…that's what I've heard…"
I now understood how silly this situation was… how could he know…it was such a misunderstanding…it was ridicolous.
"Oh John…this is so silly…how could you know…of course I can make love to you! I want to, I love to…just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that you can't make love to me. I was afraid you didn't love me anymore…"
"Can I really…make love to you…even though you're pregnant? Could we make love when your belly gets big too? Wouldn't it hurt the child?"
"Yes! of course you can…each and every day…it doesn't matter if my belly gets big…and the child won't get hurt by making love…not if you're careful…you can have me anytime you want to, day or night, if you don't find me unattractive when I get big, that is…"
"I will never think you are unattractive mom…you are the best and beautiful there is!"
"Oh darling, you're so kind to me…" I led his hand to my breast, which I knew he loved to play with and let him squeeze it like he loved to do…then I said:
"Here, let me show you just how much I love you…and what we can do…"
That night we made love like never before. I applyed all my skills, all my devotion. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, and in how many different ways I loved him…I took him inside my mouth, sucking him as hard as I ever could, then when I knew he was about to climax, I pressed my fingers tightly around the base of his wonderful member, thus prolonging his orgasm time after time. When I finally let him erupt inside my mouth, he was begging me to let him, and how he came…his young and virile body exploding like a volcano, shooting his manly juices with such powerful jets I had never thought was possible…
Then, I rode him. My breasts hanging loosly on his face, bumping against it, my nipples playing in his mouth as he sucked them hard, his hands either squeezing them or my buttocks in rhythm with our lovemaking. Again I repeated the procedure with my fingers, thus holding him back for what seemed like an eternity. I was so wet, so horny, that I came several times before finally matching my orgasm with his, at last letting him creame on my insides with his baby-making juices, letting jet after jet of his seed enter my already pregnant and life bearing womb. It was so beautiful, so romantic and lovingly. Two lovers, mother and son, giving oneselves to eachother, showing the utter devotion and affection to eachother's bodies. Pleasing, and receiving pleasure as we again and again made love that night. Two animals in heat, making up, mating. ~Subject: Wicked Lovemaking Series I (7/10) ~From: an204955@anon.penet.fi