The porch swing sang its slow, lazy song, kinda like the day itself. I was just chilling, nursing a lukewarm beer, sun soaking into my skin. Real quiet. Then Dad kinda shuffled out, sinking onto the swing beside me. He let out this huge, heavy sigh that made the air feel thick.
“Carl,” he started, voice low, like he was sharing a secret. “We gotta talk. It’s… it’s about your mom and me.”
My gut just twisted right up. “What? Is everything okay? Are you guys alright?” ‘Cause when your parents start a sentence like that, your mind goes straight to the worst, right?
He nodded, but it seemed kinda forced. “Yeah, we’re fine. Physically, anyway. It’s about that accident I had five years ago. Remember? The one that… well, it messed things up down there. Means I can’t have any more kids.”
“Yeah, Dad, I know,” I said, still feeling that knot. “So? What’s the problem now?”
He looked away, fiddling with his hands. This was clearly hard for him. “Well, your mom… she really wants another baby.”
Okay, that threw me. I mean, she’s always been a great mom, loves kids, but… we’re all grown up now, or almost. “Okay… but why are we even talking about this? Seriously?”
He finally met my eyes, and they looked… pleading? Embarrassed? “We… we were hoping you could… help us.”
My jaw went slack. Help them? Help them how? The only ‘help’ I could think of in the baby department that involved me directly… no. Just no. “Wait… you want me to…?”
My brain just short-circuited. A totally inappropriate, unwanted image flashed through my head. Mom. Another baby. Me. The dots were connecting wrong. “You want me to have sex with Mom? I mean, yeah, she’s… attractive. I’ve noticed. Those low-cut tops she wears sometimes, or when she’s in a swimsuit… she’s got a great figure… but that? With Mom?” I trailed off, the words feeling like ash in my mouth. Holy hell, where did that even come from?
“God, NO!” He practically yelled it, recoiling from me. “Carl! Are you crazy?! Absolutely not! We’re talking about a hospital, doctors, the whole sterile, medical deal! A donation. No sex with your mother!” He ran a hand over his face, looking horrified. “Though,” he mumbled, almost to himself, “she could use a good… seeing to… since I can’t… you know…” He stopped, clearly mortified he’d even gone there.
Even though he’d shut down that idea hard and fast, the image, the sheer wrongness of it, just stuck. It was bizarre. I’d never, ever thought of Mom that way. Not really. And Dad’s comment about her needing a “seeing to”… yikes. Just… yikes.
“So… like a sperm donation?” I stammered out, the logical explanation finally clicking into place, pushing the other horrifying thought back… mostly. Okay, sperm donation. That I could process. Clinical. Necessary. Weird, yeah, but manageable. The other possibility, the one that had just flashed through my mind? Way more interesting in a terrifying, shouldn’t-think-it kinda way, but impossible. So, donation. Yeah. I could do that for them. For Mom, who always seemed so vibrant, so full of life. For Dad, sitting here looking so defeated. A new baby. A little sibling. That thought kinda softened the weirdness of it all.
“Yeah,” Dad said, total relief washing over his face. “Yeah, that’s… that’s exactly it. A donation. It’s… complicated, I know. But Mom’s been… she’s really desperate for this.”
He looked away again, scraping at a bit of peeling paint on the swing. The sun was dipping lower now, long shadows stretching across the grass. The creak of the swing felt louder in the silence that stretched between us.
“Complicated is putting it mildly,” I said, finally finding my voice. “I mean, this is… it’s pretty out there. But yeah, okay. I can do it. I’ll… I’ll donate.” The word felt so small, so inadequate for the monumental weirdness of this conversation.
“Thank you, Carl,” Dad said, his voice thick. He reached over and gave my shoulder a squeeze. It felt kinda awkward, but also like… everything. “This means the world to us. She’s in the kitchen. Go talk to her.”
So I went inside. Mom was in the kitchen, wiping down the counter. She had on this really short red mini-skirt, and she was bent over slightly, her legs… man, they looked good.
“Mom?” I said, my voice a little shaky. She straightened up quick, a surprised look on her face. Up close, sunlight hitting her hair just right… yeah, she was definitely attractive. It wasn’t helping my already scrambled brain, not one bit.
“Carl? What’s up, honey?” Her smile was bright, but her eyes seemed a little… tense? Like she knew this talk was coming. Anticipation? Nerves? Hard to tell.
I cleared my throat. “Dad… he told me…” I fumbled for the words. How do you even start this? “He told me about… wanting another baby.”
Her face softened right away. “Oh, honey,” she said, her voice dropping. “It’s been… so hard. Knowing I can’t… can’t just have another baby the natural way with your father. It is possible naturally though, I know you’re probably still fertile,” she added quickly, then looked down at her hands, twisting the dishcloth. “It’s just… I’ve missed that feeling. Carrying a life inside me.”
“It’ll be expensive, won’t it?” I blurted out, and then immediately wanted to slap myself. Expensive? Was that really the first thing that came out? And then, before I could stop it, the other thought, the terrible, forbidden one surfaced again, fueled by her talk of ‘natural ways’ and ‘lonely feelings’. “Pity we can’t just… do it the natural way.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. To my mom.
She looked up from her hands, her gaze flicking down to my crotch for a split second, then back up to my face. A strange expression crossed her features. “We can’t do it that way, Carl,” she said softly, a definite boundary in her tone. “I’m your mother.”
The knot in my stomach tightened. “But isn’t me donating my sperm… isn’t that kinda wrong too? In a way?” I mumbled, grabbing the milk carton from the fridge. It felt weirdly heavy. The whole situation felt like a screwball comedy written by someone slightly insane.
“It’s not wrong,” she said, barely a whisper now. “It’s… a gift. A way to give us all something we want.” She looked right at me, her eyes searching mine. “And honestly, Carl,” she continued, her voice picking up a touch of strength, “it’s been… lonely. Your father’s accident… it changed things. Between us. Intimacy, you know?”
Yeah. I knew. And hearing her say it, seeing the vulnerability there… it hit differently. It wasn’t just about a baby. It was about a connection, a closeness she was missing. Suddenly, the sterile image of a clinic, a cup, a doctor… it felt cold. Inadequate. The completely inappropriate, electrifying thought from earlier, the one Dad had shut down, rushed back. The idea of giving her that full connection, the one she seemed to be missing… it sent this jolt through me. Excitement? Panic? Something primal and totally unexpected.
“So… what do we do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She hesitated, then leaned closer, her hand just brushing my arm. Her warmth, the familiar scent of her perfume, the way her eyes held mine… it was overwhelming. The clinical process felt a million miles away. “We could… talk about it. I could explain the whole procedure,” she said, her gaze intense.
Talking. About a procedure. The word felt ridiculous. This was already surreal. But her eyes… the raw vulnerability and something else, something I couldn’t identify, changed everything.
“Mom,” I started, my voice thick, rough. “I… I know this is crazy, but… could we… just… explore this? This… feeling?”
The words spilled out, clumsy, inadequate, fueled by a mix of confusion, illicit thought, and maybe a twisted desire to fix something I barely understood. But the look on her face… surprise, and then, maybe, just maybe, a flicker of something else… something that made my heart pound harder. Something… sensual? It shattered everything I thought I knew about her, about us.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“I mean… I can still help you get pregnant,” I began, my mind now racing, spinning the forbidden thought into something I could actually voice. “But… but I want to… do it differently.” My voice dropped to a whisper, breath catching in my throat.
The warmth of her body was so close now, sending shivers through me. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to feel her skin. “I want to… to give you a child the way a man does. Not in a clinic. I want to… to make you feel… whole again.” I took a shaky breath before the words, crude and shocking even to my own ears, tumbled out. It felt like ripping a bandage off a festering wound. “Trust me, Mom, I have a girlfriend. I know how to fill a woman’s pussy up.”
Her jaw dropped, “No way, I am your mom. I can’t let you see my… my vagina let alone stick your dick in it. It’s disgusting.”
I swallowed hard, my face burning with embarrassment and shame.”I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t know what came over me. That was completely inappropriate.” I looked down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. The way she said vagina instead of pussy made my cock twitch.
“No, no, it’s okay,” she said quickly, her voice softening looking embarrassed. “It’s just…surprising, that’s all. I never expected you to suggest… something like that.”
I couldn’t stop looking at her cleavage, why was I now starting to see her differently?
“Carl, we need to be clear,” Mom said, her voice firm but her eyes still filled with a deep longing. “This is about giving me a baby, not about… anything else. I’m your mother, and I can’t let you see me in that way. It’s wrong, and it would ruin our relationship.”
I nodded, feeling like a kid again, getting scolded for something naughty. But the image of her, bent over, that skirt riding up… it lingered in my mind, refusing to be erased. “Okay, Mom. I understand. It was just a crazy idea.” I tried to shake it off, but the thought of her, of us… it was starting to feel less wrong and more… tantalizing.
Mom’s eyes searched mine, trying to read the turmoil inside me. I could see the conflict in her expression, the desire for a child warring with the taboo of what I’d suggested. It was clear she was torn, and I didn’t blame her.
“I appreciate your willingness to help, Carl,” she said finally, her voice measured. “But we need to stick to the plan. The clinic, the donation… it’s the best way. For everyone involved.” I nodded again, trying to convince myself she was right. But the memory of her body, the way my mind had conjured up those forbidden images, lingered like a ghost.
Later that night Mom was sat on the couch in a short nightie and with her legs tucked under her. She had her reading glasses on which made her look like some sexy teacher. Dad was sorting out his jacket getting ready for his night shift as he kissed Mom’s forehead.
As Dad leaned in to kiss Mom’s forehead, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage, the nightie straining against her full breasts. Mom always had a great figure, but seeing her like this, in a more intimate setting, it was different. Dad then left the house and I sat next to Mom.
“So,” I said, trying to sound casual, “what’s the plan for tomorrow?”She looked up from her book, a hint of a smile on her lips. “We’ll go to the clinic, and get everything set up. Then, when you’re ready, we’ll… proceed.”I nodded, my mind still on the image of her body.
“Right. The clinic.” I sighed as I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away. She put her book down and looked at me. She heard the way I sighed. “You sure you don’t want to… you know do it the real way which won’t cost a penny.”
Mom looked at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Carl, you know that’s not possible. We’ve talked about this.”
I took a deep breath, “Well Dad isn’t here, and seeing you in that nightie, well I am a bit hard.”
Mom’s eyes widened as she processed my words. “Carl, you can’t be serious,” she said, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. “You’re my son, for crying out loud! And you’re getting hard just from looking at me in a nightgown?”I nodded, feeling a rush of heat to my cheeks.
“Well, yeah. I mean, you look really sexy when you wear those low-cut tops, and this nightie is no exception. It’s hard not to notice.”
Mom’s gaze dropped to my crotch, where the bulge was growing more prominent by the second. “Carl, honey, you need to control yourself,” she said, a hint of exasperation in her tone. “This is your mother we’re talking about. You can’t just… react to me like that.”
Mom had the book over her crotch area hiding, but I could see what her hand was doing under the book. I wasn’t stupid, and it made me even harder.
I just came straight out with it, “You ok mom, bet you’re aching badly at the gash. I could get you pregnant tonight.”
Mom’s eyes widened in shock, her hand still hiding her crotch. “Carl, what are you saying? That’s completely inappropriate!”
I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant despite the raging hard-on in my pants. “I’m just saying if we’re gonna do this, let’s do it right. No clinic, no sterile cup. Just you, me, and a bed. Or right here and now, let me pound you and you can have as much cum as possible.”
Mom’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open. She looked like she was about to faint. “Carl! Carl, that’s… that’s not right! I can’t… I can’t let you do that with me!” I could see the conflict in her eyes, the desire warring with the taboo of what I was suggesting. But I could also see the arousal, the way her breathing quickened, her hand still covering her crotch.
“Dad said he can’t not just get you pregnant but he can’t get it up. So I can get you pregnant and give you deep hard sex.” I tried to get her turned on a little as I saw the hand under her book rubbing away at her crotch. “Just imagine my hard cock as I pull your panties to the side and slide right into you wet channel. Sliding in and out slowly.”
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine, her expression a mix of shock, desire, and confusion. She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to my crotch again, where the outline of my erection was clear.
I took her book from her and moved her hand and I replaced it with mine. I rubbed her pantie-covered pussy with a little pressure.
Mom gasped as my hand made contact with her warm, wet panties. She was definitely turned on, her hips twitching slightly as I rubbed her through the thin fabric. “Carl, we can’t,” she breathed, but there was no real conviction in her voice.
I smirked and rubbed in circles, my hand slipped into the front of her panties, “then stop me.”
Mom’s breath hitched as my fingers slipped past the elastic, brushing against her slick folds. She was so wet, her arousal coating my fingertips. I couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of her heat. I sank a finger inside and started to finger her.
Mom’s back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips as I fingered her. Her hips rolled, grinding against my hand, seeking more friction. “Carl, oh god,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.I curled my finger inside her, rubbing that sensitive spot that made her gasp. “You like that, Mom? You like me touching your pussy?” I asked, my voice low and husky with desire.
She nodded, her head falling back against the couch. “Yes, Carl, oh god yes. It feels so good.” I added another finger, scissoring them inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me.
“You’re so wet, Mom. You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Ready for my cock to fill you up?” Mom’s eyes snapped open, a flash of panic crossing her face. “Carl, wait, we can’t-“
But I just smiled, my fingers pumping in and out of her, enjoying the way her body responded to my touch. “We can, Mom. We can. You want this. I can feel it.” I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “Just relax and let me make you feel good. Let me give you the deep, hard sex you’ve been craving.”I could feel her resistance crumbling, her body surrendering to the pleasure. Her hips rocked against my hand, meeting my thrusts, seeking more.
“Okay, Carl,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Okay, just… just like this.” I grinned, triumphant. I added a third finger, stretching her open, preparing her for what was to come.
“That’s it, Mom,” I murmured, my thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions. “Now lay down, let’s get you ready for my cock.”
Mom’s eyes were glazed over with lust as she slowly lay back on the couch, her legs parting to give me better access. I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her nightie, the areolae darkened with arousal.
I pulled her panties to the side exposing her wet, glistening pussy to my hungry gaze. “Fuck, Mom, you’re so fucking wet,” I groaned, my cock twitching in my pants at the sight. I undid my jeans and took them off and my boxers.
I stroked my cock, giving it a few pumps, the sight of Mom’s exposed pussy making pre-cum leak from the tip. “Gonna slide right in,” I said, moving between her spread legs. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her slick folds.
I pushed forward, my cockhead parting her lips, sinking into her warm, wet heat. Mom’s back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her as I filled her inch by delicious inch. “Oh god, Carl, you’re so big,” she breathed, her hands gripping the couch cushions.
“Y-yes, I know,” I panted, my hips starting to move, thrusting in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. The feeling of her tight, wet walls gripping me was incredible, better than anything I’d imagined.
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine, her gaze dark with lust as I began to move inside her. “Carl, oh god, yes,” she moaned, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. I could feel her walls clenching around me, milking my cock with every stroke.
I picked up the pace, my hips snapping forward in a hard, deep rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. “You like that, Mom?” I grunted, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. “You like my cock inside you?”
“Yes, Carl, oh god yes,” she cried out, her hands scrabbling at my back, nails digging into my skin. “It feels so good, so deep.”I reached down and grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider, giving myself a better angle to piston into her.
“Unnngh,” I grunted as I started to fuck her pussy harder, I leaned down and stretched the neckline of her nightie down. She had no bra as her tits spilt out.
I gripped her full, heavy tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as I pounded into her. Her nipples were hard, poking against my palms, and I pinched them between my fingers, rolling the sensitive buds, making her gasp and moan louder.
I continued to thrust into Mom, my cock buried deep inside her, my fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, the tight, wet heat of her pussy, the weight and softness of her breasts in my hands, the sounds of our bodies slapping together.
“Ahhh… fuck, I can’t believe… I… I am allowing this,” she moaned as I pumped into her cunt harder.
“You got nice hairy pussy, ungh,” I grunted as I started kissing her neck as I went harder at her. “Shave your pussy for next time.”
“Who said there… will be a… ah… a next time,” she moaned her tits bouncing. Slap slap slap, the sound of my balls against her. “I am only letting you… ahhh… ahhh fuck, just this once to… get me pregnant. Don’t get used… to this.”
I leaned back, looking down at her as I thrust harder, my cock plunging deep into her wet cunt. “Well, we better make this count then,” I grunted, sweat dripping down my face.”Gonna fill this pussy up, give you all the cum you need to make a baby.” Mom’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as I pounded into her.
“Yes, Carl, yes! Fuck me hard, fill me up!” she cried, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper. I could feel her walls starting to flutter around me, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. I reached down and rubbed her clit, the sensitive nub swollen and throbbing under my fingers.
“Come for me, Mom,” I demanded, my voice a low growl as I pounded into her.”I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock as I cum deep inside you.”
Mom let out a keening cry, her back arching off the couch as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed around me, clutching at my cock, pulling me in deeper.
“Carl! Oh god, Carl, yes!” she screamed, her nails raking down my back, leaving red lines in their wake. The feeling of her coming on my cock was too much. With a guttural groan, I rammed myself deep inside her, my cock pulsating as I exploded.
“Fuck, Mom, I’m cumming!”I grunted, my hips jerking as I emptied myself into her, filling her up just like I’d promised.
I came inside Mom, my cock throbbing as I pumped stream after stream of hot, sticky cum deep into her pussy. She moaned and shuddered beneath me, her pussy milking my cock, drawing out every last drop. I could feel her cunt fluttering around me, still coming down from her own intense orgasm.
“Fuck, that was so good,” I panted, my hips giving a few last shallow thrusts before I pulled out, my softening cock slipping out of her with a wet squish. I looked down at her, taking in the sight of her sprawled out on the couch, her nightie rumpled and pushed up around her waist, her legs spread, her pussy swollen and dripping with my cum.
Mom looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked absolutely debauched, and it sent a surge of pride through me.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said, her voice soft and breathy. “I’m your mother, Carl. This is so wrong.”
I smiled down at her, my hand reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. “It felt right, Mom. It felt amazing.” I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, tasting myself on her tongue. She sighed against my mouth, her body melting into mine. “We can’t do this again,” she murmured, even as her hands roamed over my back, her nails lightly scraping my skin. “It’s too risky, too dangerous. If your father found out…”
I sat back, looking at her with a smirk. “Then let’s just keep it our little secret,” I said, my voice low and suggestive. “No one else needs to know. It’ll be our special bond, Mom. Just between you and me.” Mom’s eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.
“Carl, I…I don’t know, “she hedged, biting her lip.”It’s not right. You’re my son and this…this is incest.”
“Just let us keep doing it when dad isn’t around, just until I get you pregnant,” I said tucking away my soft cock.
Mom stared at me, her eyes searching my face. She looked torn, the internal struggle evident in her expression. Finally, she let out a shuddering sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Okay, Carl. We can…we can keep doing this. Just until I’m pregnant. And we have to be careful, really careful. Your father can never find out about this. Let him think we are doing it through the clinic.”
Two weeks had passed since that fateful day when I’d seduced my mother on the couch, filling her with my seed in an attempt to impregnate her. We’d kept our secret affair going, sneaking around whenever Dad was out, fucking in various locations around the house – the couch, the kitchen counter, even once in the laundry room while the washing machine ran loudly in the background.
One morning she ran to the bathroom, I went to check on her and she was sick.
Mom was hunched over the toilet, retching violently. I stood in the doorway, watching her with concern and a hint of excitement. Could this be it? Could she already be pregnant from our illicit encounters?
“Mom, are you okay?” I asked, stepping into the bathroom and kneeling beside her. I gathered her hair back from her face, holding it away from her mouth as she continued to heave. She nodded weakly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I think so,” she gasped, leaning back against the wall.”I just…I feel so nauseous all of a sudden.”
I helped her to her feet, supporting her as she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out with water. She looked pale, her skin clammy and damp with sweat. But there was a sparkle in her eyes, a hint of hope that mirrored my own.
“Do you think…?” I began, not daring to voice the question aloud.
Mom’s eyes met mine, a mixture of fear and excitement dancing in their depths. She swallowed hard, her hand instinctively moving to rest on her belly.
“I don’t know, Carl,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s too early to tell for sure. But…but the timing is right. If I am…if we did it… go in my room, there should be a test in the bedside drawers.” She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, the enormity of the situation crashing over her.
I quickly went to her room and searched the bedside drawer until I found a pregnancy test. I grabbed it and rushed back to the bathroom, holding it out to her.
“Here, Mom. Let’s find out for sure.”Mom took the test from me, her hands shaking slightly. She tore open the package and read the instructions, her brow furrowed in concentration. I watched as she peed on the stick, my heart pounding in my chest. We waited the agonizing three minutes, staring at the test as the seconds ticked by.
Finally, Mom picked up the stick, her eyes widening as she looked at the results window. She turned to me, her face a mix of shock and disbelief.
“Carl…I’m pregnant.” She whispered the words, as if saying them aloud would make them real. A surge of triumph and possessiveness washed over me. My seed had taken root inside her, growing and multiplying, creating a new life.