Jean started to lay back but changed her mind. She directed her son to lay down instead. “It’s momma’s turn to be in control,” she said.
Once he was laid out, she lifted her leg over him, straddling his thighs. “Fuck, you’re sexy. You know that?” she asked him, as she shuffled up his body.
“Thanks. I’m nothing compared to you.”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed absently. She was holding him in her hand as she pulled his shaft up into her furrow, pressing him against her clit. She rolled her hips a few times, transferring her lube to him, then leaned forward and removed her hand, grinding on his cock. This gave him the perfect access, and he lifted his head to pull her nipple into his mouth.
“Gah!” she gasped. It would feel even better if she had something to bear down on inside of her.
Unable to hold back, she lifted her hips and reached down to her son’s cock, propping him in her entrance. With a groan, she slowly sat back down, feeling him stretch her open, filling her with his meat. When her butt met his hips, he was fully buried, his head kissing her cervix. Jean sat up and rolled her hips, feeling him swirl inside of her vagina.
“You feel good,” she moaned. “Are you going to come?”
“I’m close, but not quite yet,” he responded.
“Good,” she purred. “Try to hold off, but if you can’t, let me know. I want to feel it.”
Jean commenced rocking her hips, going for maximum pressure on her singing nerves but not giving too much movement for him. She felt her inner pressure cooker build, each swirl of her hips, each poke of his cock on her cervix, producing a burst of lightning. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them to add to the mix.
“You’re going to make me come just watching you,” Josh said.
“Does watching momma ride get you excited?” she asked.
He nodded, smiling.
Ready to watch and feel the main event, Jean leaned forward again. She lifted her hips, his cock sliding out until just his head was in her entrance, and then dropped back down. He filled her up, his hard shaft stroking against the sensitive ring of nerves surrounding the entrance to her incubation chamber. She bounced up and down on him, each rise followed by a drop, his cock filling her over and over again, watching his face. She could see the moment it happened, as he tensed up underneath her.
“Yesssss,” she hissed, as she felt him expand inside of her. She lay on his chest, falling still, closing her eyes to concentrate on what was happening deep in her vagina. Her son’s cock pulsed in her, each expansion delivering his essence, his seed, to her hungry womb. The warmth created by his special semen did its magic, showing her how deep he was reaching with each shot.
This might have been the one to get her pregnant. Or that one. Or this one.
When his jerks and spurts finished, Jean lifted her head for a kiss, which Josh returned eagerly. They stayed joined for a while until she felt him slip from the clutches of her honeypot.
“Thank you, lover,” she murmured into his chest.
“My pleasure.”
When they had recovered enough to rise from their lover’s embrace, mother and son cleaned up the sheets and towels, putting them in the wash. They made the house and themselves presentable for when Chuck got home, though neither were looking forward to it.
The evening was harder for Jean than the previous one. Having consummated her desire with Josh twice, she just wanted to be with him, hold him, touch him, kiss him. From the glances he was sending her way, he felt the same. They made it through, with Chuck following his same routine and retiring to bed early.
Jean invited Josh to watch some TV with her when her husband was in their room. She patted the couch next to her, whispering, “Behave, he’s not asleep.”
They sat and tried to watch the show she’d put on but Jean didn’t take it in. At one point she realized she was holding Josh’s hand, playing with his fingers, stroking and fondling them. She didn’t stop.
When it was time for bed, they separated to their rooms but Jean was soon in his bed, on her back, pussy full of his cock. He fucked her longer this time before filling her up again. She went to bed smiling and happy, feeling the warmth of his spunk in her womb.
Jean couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.
***
Josh lay in bed, his dick still wet from his mother’s pussy. There had been something different about this latest time in his bed. The actions were the same, but his mental state had altered. Previously he had been focused on being with her, not thinking of other stuff. He’d made peace with the pregnancy factor to an extent, but it still scared him a bit.