“I don’t … know. If it … makes you happy … maaayyyybbeeeeee …” Each thrust of her son’s hips set off an earthquake inside her. Pain and pleasure fought with each stroke. “Oh … gosh … If we … uh … uh … uh … do this … often enough … ugh … ugh … I’ll never …” Pleasure was winning the battle inside her. His penis hit a spot that made her spread her legs wider and holler like a demented yodeler.
“Dad doesn’t deserve you.” Nick picked up the pace. He concentrated on the long slide of each stroke and the weight of his hips driving her ass into the mattress. “Alyson … realized it with Chris … ah … ah … ah …” He placed his right hand on her left hand, bracing his upper body. His left hand went to her chin and held her face so that their eyes met. “Men like that … get nothing. You’re going to … give him nothing.”
“I don’t know … Nicky. But … ugh … ugh … I know … ugh … that I’m going to give you … everything.” Kate’s toes curled in the air and her legs trembled uncontrollably. “You’re making … me … eeeeeiiiiiiiiii.”
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Her mother’s screaming and the creaking of Alyson’s bed wove into a cacophony. Naked, Alyson sat on her chair, her hand a blur on her clit. She could hear Nick masterfully plumbing Kate’s depths with his dick and his words. The things he said, and elicited from their mother, drove Alyson crazy.
Looking down at the stain spreading between her legs on the chair, Alyson wondered if it might be permanent. In the loops, she never worried about such things. But now … she thought about her phone and regretted tossing it across the apartment. However, there wasn’t much room for regret. Her mother was screaming out a cascade of orgasms, and Alyson was getting close to another of hers. She thought about Nick seeding them both in the same night. Her climax was upon her, driving away all thought.
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“Oh … my … you’re gonna … do it. Oooohhhhhhhhhhh … my … you’re … ugh … ugh … ugh … going to … do it.” Kate was stuck on that refrain. She scissored her ankles behind Nick, pulling him in with each thrust. Her hands were on his ever-flexing back. She dug her nails into his hard muscles. “… Gonna do it … oh … my … you’re … do it … gonna … to … ooooohhhhhhhhhh.” Her brain swirled in a haze of ecstasy.
“I’m going to cum … Mom … I’m going to cum. Do you … want it?” Some part of Nick’s mind readied himself for her frantic escape, or a slap to the face. She made no move to stop him. Indeed, she pulled him in even harder, staring at him in adoration with half-lidded eyes.
“I … ugh … ugh … want to … feel it. Fill me … fill me … fill me …” Kate hunched into her son. Both of their hips fell out of rhythm.
“Oh … God … here it … comes.” He gazed down at her savage grace as she accepted him. “I’m … cumming … I’m cumming … Mom … Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhh.” He growled out his ecstasy, his hips an erratic blur. Stars burst before his eyes. He was part of her, erupting, spreading new life inside his mother.
Kate had come into the day thinking she had crested every possible mountain on her road to discovering pleasure with her son. She had been deeply mistaken. Feeling the heat of his release on the back walls of her womb ascended her into a novel paradise. Her body flailed and thrashed, and her mind expanded until every part of creation seemed to vibrate along her nerves. She was too far gone to hear herself, but if she had, she would not have recognized her own wails.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhh … Moooooooommmmmmmmm.” Nick’s hips slowed. He expected his orgasm to slow to a stop, but his body shuddered out one blast after another. Finally, his hips settled against hers. Even then, he was surprised by one final quaking explosion. With that done, he rested his cheek against her delicate neck, and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. “I think … I turned your pussy … into a lake.”
“Oh … gosh … oh … gosh.” Bolts of electricity continued to move through Kate. She held him gently, remembering that he was injured. “You’re drowning … me. I can feel it … drowning me … from the inside out.” Her brain worked through rationalizations, finally settling on how unlikely it was that she was fertile. Sure, it was not a great time of the month, but it would be bad luck if she was ovulating just then. And they were due for some good luck after what Fred had done. Duly rationalized, anxiety’s tenuous grip slipped and drifted from her mind. “So … warm … Nicky.” Her hands moved down to his butt and gripped hard. She was sure he hadn’t hurt his backside.
“Drowning you … in cum … Mom. I’m drowning you …” Nick sighed. His cuts hurt where they rubbed up against her, but he couldn’t care less.
“I’m melting … just melting.” She kissed his soft hair, smelling the nondescript shampoo she always bought for him. “And you’re still … so hard … inside me.” A wave of joy swept through her when she felt him flex his penis. “Oh … wow … I’ve never felt that … before.” She took another deep breath, catching the scent of their mingling sweat. “Do it again.” She giggled when she felt his penis give another lurch inside her. “My son … is so talented.” She kissed his hair some more.
“Look at … what else … I can do.” Nick’s hips started up again. The sploshing of her cum-filled pussy resounded.
“Ooooohhhhhhhh … what are you doing to me?” She dug her nails into the resilient flesh of his ass. “Maybe … we should switch … to my backside. We can use your stuff … as lubrication. It … uh … uh … sounds like there’s more … than enough of it.” When he pulled out of her, she sighed with relief. If he had insisted, she would have let him douse her womb again. She let him turn her onto her belly and press her legs together. She stared at Alyson’s cheap, college-student sheets. “Be sure there’s enough of your stuff to make it slick. It would really hurt if … uugggggghhhhhhhhhhh … wrong … place … Nick.” He was in her pussy again. At this new angle, he seemed to poke directly at the backside of her bellybutton.
“I want to … stay in your pussy.” Nick got into rhythm quickly, propping himself up with his hands on her back and watching her ass ripple and shake. “Do you … want me to … uh … uh … uh … pull out?”
“No … ugh … you can … keep going.” Kate bit the sheets and gripped the edge of the mattress with her fists. He was pummeling her vagina even harder than before. “But … go easy. Your father … isn’t built … like you. I haven’t … ah … ah … ever done it … like this. I’m still getting used to … ooooohhhhhhhhh.” A spot on the inside of her belly lit up like fireworks and another novel orgasm seized her.
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Listening to her brother finish inside her mother was the most erotic thing Alyson had ever experienced. But she knew how to top it. Alyson stood, wiped off her hands, and found her phone. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. She set the video to record and tip-toed down the hall. If today was the last today, she would have a chronicle of what happened for posterity. She opened the door as quietly as possible and peeked in. One look told her that caution was unnecessary. A herd of elephants could have run through the apartment, and the rutting couple wouldn’t have noticed.
Alyson mouthed the words Holy shit, and nearly swooned. Her knees turned to jelly. With her free hand, she supported herself on the doorframe, holding her phone up with her other hand to capture the moment. Her mother was face down on the bed blubbering incoherent words into the mattress like a maniac. Her feet were up in the air behind Nick’s ass, seesawing with every impact she absorbed. Her ass bounced back and forth, wobbling uncontrollably. Her hair spread wildly in every direction. The muscles in her slender back and arms tensed spasmodically.
The moment didn’t need to be recorded. It was burned into Alyson’s brain for all time. Her brother’s lithe, athletic form moved like a cracking whip with each thrust. The length and width of his cock looked comically large repeatedly reappearing from Kate’s pussy. The fire in his eyes combined with his battered face looked downright frightening. That made Alyson’s knees even weaker. Her stomach turned over and over as she watched them mate. And mate was the right word. Nick had done it. Their mother would have his baby. Alyson was watching the process of creation. She leaned her shoulder on the doorframe and moved her free hand to her pussy. It was almost too much. Alyson felt her mind drift away on a carnal tide.
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As Nick humped into his mother, something nagged at his enflamed mind. It took him a long time for the thought to come to the fore. But when it hit, he knew he had more work to do. The puzzle wouldn’t be complete unless he cleared the weeds. This might be his best chance to get through today. He doubted he could completely replicate the events that had led to that moment on a future today.
“Mom?” Nick pulled out of his mother. He almost smiled as she shimmied her ass up at him and mewled at his withdrawal. “Where’s your … purse?” As he looked about the room, he noticed that the door was open a crack. He guessed that his sister had been peeking. He wasn’t going to mention it to his mother, so he stepped across the room and closed the door.
“It’s … on your sister’s … dresser.” Kate squirmed, the emptiness at her son’s absence felt cataclysmic. “Will you … come back to … bed?”
“Yeah.” Nick rummaged in her purse and pulled out her phone. He thought about how best to proceed. He was so close, but he didn’t want to scare her off. Freeing her of her husband wasn’t the same as the end to Alyson’s engagement to Chris. His mother was still on her belly when he hopped back on the bed. He turned her onto her side, lifted one of her legs high into the air, and scissored her with his legs.
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