“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
His mom nodded, pulling him closer. He clumsily tried to help, pushing his hips before she was ready. She smiled and pushed him back again. Josh could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks with embarrassment.
“It’s okay. Shhh. I’ll tell you when. Go slow, okay?”
Josh nodded, and felt her pull his dick lower, until he felt his head encounter a warm nest. He looked down at where they were joined, and back up to her face, eyebrows raised.
She nodded with a smile, and he pushed gently. It took very little pressure before his dick was gliding into her warm, slick tunnel. Josh looked down, watching as his cock slid into his mom, and missed seeing the expression on her face.
***
Jean felt tears prick in the corner of her eyes with joy as Josh pushed, his glans spreading her open. It had been so long since she’d had a cock inside of her. As her son’s penis stretched her, her mouth opened wide with pleasure and shock. Was he really so big? She was forced to spread her legs open wider, to make herself fully accessible to him, and he took it. Took her.
Going slowly, as instructed, it took a few seconds before he was fully in her. Jean groaned loudly, no longer caring who heard, as she felt her son’s cock seat itself in the entrance to her womb. She could feel the entire length of him in her, her inner sensitivity enhanced by the trail of precum he’d left as he inserted himself.
“Fuck me,” she husked, her throat closing with arousal.
***
Josh didn’t want to move. He was going to come if he moved, he knew it. “I can’t,” he responded to his mom’s directive.
Understanding seemed to form on her face, and she smiled, pulling him forward, onto her chest. “Then fill me up,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Josh didn’t move, but his mom did, flexing her hips. The feel of her clutching sheath stroking him took him over the edge. He grunted in surprise as he came. His youthful reproductive system gathered a gobbet of his semen and fired it up his prick, delivering it to his mother’s cervix. Another followed, and another, each one feeling like a gallon.
“That’s it,” she whispered, watching his face with delight.
***
Jean had never experienced taking someone’s virginity but was not surprised or displeased Josh had come quickly. Feeling his weight between her legs, his dick planted inside of her as he convulsed was a pleasure in itself. On top of that, his special semen was pooling in her like warm lava. She could feel it, unlike with Chuck, as it spread throughout her insides, past her cervix, and up into her baby-making factory.
For the first time, she did the math on her cycle and found it might not be an ovulation window. Her fetish didn’t care, it only cared about having the man she was with fire his load into her. On that point, she had succeeded wonderfully.
Josh relaxed on her, putting his head on her chest. She let her legs relax, falling to either side of her son. Knowing he might be feeling overwhelmed by the situation, she just ran her hands down his back to soothe him.
From her chest, his breath warming a nipple, he said, “Sorry.”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” she cooed. “That’s entirely expected, and I loved it. It is a compliment I turn you on. Plus, we can always try again.”
He growled deep in his chest, the reverberations echoing in her own. She giggled.
Josh’s penis was softening in her until he shifted and it fell out of her. Jean could feel a pool of their combined juices running out of her and down her ass crack. There was going to be a mess to clean up.
“Do you want to wait a bit and go again? Or do you want to sleep? I’m good with either, but I need to head back to my bed soon.”
She watched the conflicted emotions run across his face as he tried to decide.
“Actually, that took way more out of me than I thought it would. Can we do it again tomorrow?”
“Absolutely. I’m going to need your wonderful cock in me again, so rest up.”
Josh rolled off of her, and she stood up, looking back at his bed. There was a dark puddle where she lay. “Change those sheets tomorrow. I’ll get you a towel for now.”
“‘Kay.”
Jean did so, arranging the towel to soak up as much as possible, and then leaned over the bed to kiss him. She kept it chaste, not wanting to wake anything in either of them. She did need to get back to her own bed. Grabbing her robe, she went to the bathroom to pee.
Feeling gobs of her son’s jism drip out of her vagina while she sat on the toilet brought home what they’d done. It was real, not a fairy tale thing. Right now there were sperm swimming inside of her. She felt a twinge of lust at the idea, wanting more of him in her.
Not for the first time, Jean wondered where this fascination with getting knocked up had come from. Why was her body filled with desire by the thought of a man putting his seed in her and breeding her? Why did she crave for her body to quicken with life and transform as it nurtured a baby through gestation? Why did she yearn for her belly to swell, her breasts growing and filling with milk?
If her fetish had its way, she’d be barefoot and pregnant every day of her life, and loving it. Cruel fate had prevented that, and now temptation had come knocking, and she’d failed to resist. In fact, she’d caved fairly easily, as Josh hadn’t pressured her at all. All he did was be available, sexy, and find her desirable. And have magic cum, the catalyst for all of this, as she’d never have even contemplated fucking her son without it.
The mere thought of fucking Josh sent a thrill through her. Of having him in her, straining as he pumped her full of his semen. Of their child springing forth from her loins, like a fertility goddess of old. Jean knew full well just having sex wasn’t a guarantee of pregnancy, but there was a chance, and it was enough. Had Josh realized the implications of their union? She assumed not. It was a conversation to look forward to tomorrow.
Jean finished up in the bathroom and silently went to bed. The brief time it took for her to fall asleep was taken up replaying the events in her son’s bed.
***
Josh was smiling before he was even fully awake the next morning. He remembered the night before immediately, and let the memory of it play out in his head. His cock was rock hard. He wished he could have woken up next to his naked mother and tried for round two.
As it was, it was going to be a normal morning, with normal conversations, and normal interactions. No kissing, no fondling, no naked bodies writhing together.
Josh thought of school next, and it hit him he was no longer a virgin. He’d known it at the time, but now in the context of his friends, it took on a larger meaning. He’d had sex. Even if it was over quickly, he’d put his dick in a vagina and come. The grin came back. His mom had said they could do it again. Hopefully, he’d last longer next time.
Down in the kitchen, eating breakfast, Josh couldn’t keep his eyes off his mom. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a blouse which showed off her figure. He imagined her naked body beneath her outfit and wondered if she was reacting to seeing him like he was to her. He had to hide his bulge under the table.