When it came time for his morning kiss, he went to the side opposite his dad and picked a spot close to his mom’s mouth. He pressed for a millisecond longer than usual. She gave him a warning glance when he pulled away, but he just smiled and shrugged.
School proved to be a breeze. He didn’t think much at all, preferring to send his mind ahead to the coming afternoon, when there was a window where he could be with her. Would she want to have sex with him then, or wait until tonight to come to his room again?
It wasn’t until late in the school day that Josh remembered his mom’s rule. He’d translated her explanation into a blanket ‘no sex’ rule, but the actual rule was she wouldn’t have intercourse with someone unless she was fine having a baby with them. His heart thumped once, hard. Had she abandoned the rule, or was she still following it? She hadn’t talked about protection, and neither had he.
What were the chances of getting pregnant from one time? A google search showed the answer depended on her cycle. How was he supposed to know her cycle?
When his mom picked him up from school, he was bursting with the urge to ask about the pregnancy risk but didn’t know how to broach the subject. ‘Hey Mom, are you knocked up?’
She must have picked up on his pensive mood pretty quick, because as they were pulling out of the school driveway she said, “What’s up? Are you feeling bad about last night?”
“God, no. Well, not really,” he blurted out. He was going to botch this up, he knew it.
“Not really?”
“What if you get pregnant?” he asked. Better to just get it out, right?
They drove in silence for a time, but it was a comfortable silence. He could see she was turning the question over in her head and didn’t want to push.
Finally, she said, with a smile, “That’s a great question. Probably one which should be asked before doing the deed, but you’ll learn. It’s a lot to take in when it’s your first time, I can understand why you were distracted.”
Josh nodded his agreement.
His mom continued, “It’s an easier thing to manage when you go into each situation with my rule in mind. If you put your dick in a girl, are you okay with her getting pregnant? If the answer is no, just don’t do it. There are other things you can do.”
She’d answered his question sideways. “So you were still following the rule last night?”
Time seemed to slow, as she said, “Of course I was.”
His mom was okay if she got pregnant with his child. The rest of the ride home was quiet.
When they got to their driveway, his mom put the car in park and turned it off, turning to him. “Having second thoughts?” she asked, her concern plain on her face.
He shrugged. “I guess I didn’t think it through, in the heat of the moment.”
“Which part is more upsetting?”
“All of it? Me being a dad. You having my kid.”
“It’s just a maybe. I’m not at my fertile time, so chances are low.”
“I dunno, I put a lot…in you.”
She nodded. “You did, and I’d love to feel you do it again, and again, and again.”
“Well, what about protection? Birth control?”
“Um, first, your dad would be suspicious of birth control, as I’ve never taken it. Second, condoms aren’t perfect. My friend, the one I told you about, used condoms and they failed. And third…”
Josh waited as his mom tried to get the third part out. Her cheeks were flushed, clearly it was something she wasn’t eager to say.
Quietly, she said, “The real reason my rule is in place, is because I don’t want to ever have sex with someone and not go the whole way. If a man puts his penis in me, part of the excitement, the allure, is that our union could result in me getting pregnant. The thought makes me so happy, and feel so sexy, I want it to happen. I will actively work to make it happen, even if it’s a bad idea. My rule was meant to prevent unwanted pregnancy.”
“Then why did you let me? You said because we were mother and son that it was a bad idea.”
“I fought against it, but in the end, the idea of you getting me pregnant fills me with so much joy. I want to feel you in me, so much.”
“So if you get pregnant…” he asked again.
“I want it,” she finished.
Their gazes locked across the short distance between them. Simultaneously, they opened their doors and made their way to the house. Josh followed her up the path, watching her hips sway in her skirt, resisting the urge to grab her ass out where anyone could see. In the house was a different matter – as soon as the door closed, he swooped in and grabbed two handfuls of her ass.
She laughed and swatted at him, trying to take her heels off, but he wouldn’t let go of her juicy rear. When she managed to bend over to undo the straps keeping her heels on, he pressed himself into her from behind, holding onto her hips.
“Wait, wait!” she squealed, as she ground into her ass.
When her heels were off, she stood back up, her face red, wisps of hair floating around her head. She put her hand on his chest, and said, “Are you following your rule?”
Translation: was he okay if she got pregnant after he fucked her? The knowledge she was happy with the possibility of pregnancy changed his outlook. He thought of her, pregnant, knowing it was his, and felt his lust surge. He nodded.
She smiled smugly, and leaned forward, putting her mouth by his ear. She whispered, “You better get your cock out. I want it in me, and this time I want to get fucked.”
Josh’s cock, already firm, grew to full length at her words. She was so close her scent was in his nostrils and her neck was within striking distance. He dove for the easy target, latching on to her skin with his mouth and giving her a sucking kiss.
“OHhh, Josh,” she moaned, pulling away. “Not here.”
She grabbed his hand and led him to his room. “Your bed is already a mess. Grab a fresh towel and meet me back here. You better be naked when you get here.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
***
Jean stripped quickly. Her skirt first, letting it flow down her legs and pool around her feet. Her panties and socks followed. The buttons on her blouse took the longest, her bra slowly being revealed. The final step was the deft unhooking of her bra, and letting it fall off her arms, her tits swaying and bobbing. She rubbed them, feeling her nipples harden.
She sat down on his bed and smiled to see him join her, towel in hand, cock proudly thrusting to the roof.
“Come here,” she beckoned. “I want to taste you, first.”
He tossed the towel on the bed next to her, as she reached for his hips, situating him between her legs. The cool air licked her wet labia as they spread open.
“Did you take the pill today?” she asked, as she took him in hand.
“Yep.”
“Good,” she grinned. “I want as much as you can make. And the flavour…mmm!…and the smell…” Jean inhaled, smelling the berry wafting up from the glimmer of precum perched on his head.
She popped her lips over his glans, lathing her tongue over his slit to get his flavour on her tongue. Sucking hard, she bobbed her head down on him, hearing him moan his appreciation.
“Mom,” he warned.
“Already? Okay, let’s get going. We’re going to have to work on your stamina.”