9 comments/ 67211 views/ 64 favorites A Son Shows his Mother By: qualitywheat This is a story about a son's love for his mother, and her surrender to it. She is a very naive person, who needs his love and guidance. ***** Hi, Is there anyone out there that can tell me how to cope with a son who wants not only to have sex with you? But wants to genuinely take you to bed, to not only love you, but make rampant love to you? This isn't a fad, I already know that. I thought it was at first, but now I know different. It is also the most confusing conundrum I have ever faced or had to deal with. You see I know he loves me, not only as his mom, but as the woman he desires above all others, to the extent that he has finished with his long term girlfriend, to kind of concentrate on me. To make me realise and understand, that I am the one, the only one. This is difficult to relate because it is kind of already in two parts. Part one, are of his attempts to seduce me and get me to be his. And to be honest, being his, has a great appeal to me. Why you may ask, well, I'll try to explain. But please forgive me if I come across a bit disjointed about it. I had my son at an early age due to being raped by a member of my family, not a close member I hasten to add. And no one has ever known who the father was but me, no one. I refused point blank to name him. Anyway the perpetrator of this deadly deed is now extinct, the bastard died sixteen years ago. But he did give me the light of my life, my blessed son Liam. He is now eighteen, but it all started several years ago, more or less when he reached puberty. I noticed him looking at me, being nice to me. Though he has been like that throughout his life. But I could tell he was noticing me in other ways. I just ignored it, but I knew about it, and was well aware of the effect I had on him. Even dressing down didn't work, I tried ignoring him when he got too close sometimes. I chastised him on many occasions. But Liam was Liam, and so on we went. He grew, and is now a strapping young man, big really. Plays sports, keeps fit, and doesn't drink, yet! Certainly not into drugs, and doesn't smoke, so all is well in those directions. He is, even in my humble opinion, very good looking, tall at 6ft 1" a good weight, and is Mr Confidant himself. He has girls chasing him, and I keep hoping that one day he will meet Miss Right. But up to now it's still me who's Miss Right. I am flattered beyond belief by him, I could not wish for a better son, in fact he is not only my son, we are best friends too. I have never married, never wanted to be, and I've never even met a man who I would even consider settling down with. I have had plenty of boyfriends, had plenty of sex, but the sky as yet has never lit up for me, and I doubt it ever will. But Liam thinks he can light me up, and if I were to give him the chance, if I were to succumb to his ways, I think he would. And that is half my problem, he seems to know he has me partially hanging off him, he too knows I love him, as a mother yes. But he knows I love him properly, though it doesn't detract from me being his mother too. I love being with him,, he makes me laugh, he can make me cry, we discuss things, and he even asks me about sex, or he did do. That was until he told me he was practising for the real thing. When I asked him what that meant, his answer was as blunt as you like, Me! By the way my name is Georgina, or Georgi to my friends, I am only thirty three yeas old, Liam as I have said is only just eighteen, so the age gap is in real terms, quite close. Which I suppose is why we can relate to each other more as friends, rather than mother and son, get me? I am fairly good looking, though if you listened to Liam, I am Gods only gift to the female world worthy of consideration for beautiful sexy woman of the planet. I have dark brown hair, a soft face, a good body, and as I've said I have had boyfriends. And my extreme bits are still very sensitive to the right touch or squeeze. I am quite tall for a woman, around 5ft 9" or so, I think I'm a little overweight but Liam insists I am perfect, so who's to argue? I weigh in at about 125lbs, so you can make your own mind up. I like to dress well, Oh before I forget, my parents are quite wealthy, and they stood by me in the early years, and in fact they still do. Now back to Liam, as he has told me, I know he is sexually active, and yes, he says he practises safe sex which I am glad about. I would hate it if he ended up in the kind of boat I did, although in my case, life is now perfect, almost. I have taught him to be respectful to his elders. He has done well at school and soon he is in college, our local one, which is an excellent choice. And of course he will be still at home with me. Now he is an adult, legally that is, he has upped the ante with me. I am now his target full time, and I know I am weakening. And yes, I am having fun with it too, he doesn't try to bully me, he isn't even that insistent, but it's there all the time. I can feel it. Even though I won't show it, I am sure that one day, reasonably soon, he will indeed, get me if I'm not too careful. When he is at home, which is about 3 or 4 nights a week he insists we sit on the sofa together to watch television, or we play scrabble or something. And he holds my hand, sits real close. And when I win, I get a great big hug and a kiss on the cheek for it. And though I know what's happening, how can I tell him off, remonstrate with him when he is just being so nice, so adorable, and so loving. I sigh with inner happiness sometimes, a woman, well this woman anyway loves attention, especially when it's attention like this, even if it is from my own son. "I love you mom," he says, but it's not just the words, it's the way he says them. There is real depth there, real feeling. There have been a few times when I have felt so wanted and needed by him, even overwhelmed by the way he is. I have almost cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, which would have led ultimately to the real thing I know it. And those eyes of his tell their own story, it's written in them. He has never even batted an eye when I have brought a man home on occasions; he just seems to know that they'll be moved on in a while. And while I have had sex with some of them, I have never done it with Liam in the house. He does brush up against me, and I must admit that that does get me excited. He feel of his hard young body trying to attract mine is a very pleasurable feeling. He lets me know silently, that his sole purpose is to make me happy. That I come first and foremost in everything he does, everything he says. It's all for me, and with me in mind. He knows me, it's as simple as that really. He said to me last week, "Mom, I know you are a little reticent about you and I, but it is real, it has to happen. We both know it, it's just a question of when, not if." And that put it in a nutshell really. I half nodded my head to acknowledge what he had said, but daren't speak. He can rock me back on my heels sometimes. And now I find myself making, or trying to make myself look good just for him. When he is on his way home he calls me. First to tell me he loves me, and second to tell me what time he will be there. And then I'm in the mirror, putting a little make up on, trying this dress, that dress, this skirt, that skirt, heels or no heels. And when he comes in I get very suddenly breathless, I feel like a little girl sometimes waiting for her loving daddy. I tell myself off for doing it, but I do it just the same. When he walks in I try to be sat down so he has to come to me to kiss my cheek. But sometimes I feel so excited I'm at the door waiting for him, so I can hug him tight to me. Which again, simply leaves me breathless once more. What I wasn't aware of was, he was making plans, he had decided it had gone on long enough, that I wouldn't fight him, that I would give in to him. I was resigning myself to the fact too, but I just couldn't bring myself to bring my barriers down. And I think Liam knew that too. Which was why, I think, he took the action that he did. Now the Part 2 I was talking about. Part 1 was the Before. Part 2 is the after, past tense as it were. He had called me to say, "I love you mom, my beautiful sexy mom," I did smile when he said things like that. "And I'll be home in thirty." I was already showered and changed, and as it was a warm summer's day, I was wearing a nice skirt, just above the knee by about 3" it was all black. The top I had on was like a short sleeved burnt orange man's shirt, but designed for a woman, it was a fitted one. I had no shoes on my feet. My hair was down, I had looked in the mirror, and said to myself, "He'll like the way you look today Georgi!" I heard him pull on to the drive and waited for him to come in. I was at the sink, being busy with something that I still can't remember to this day. Liam walked in and straight to me, I half turned, offered my cheek for him to kiss which he did, he also hugged me. I turned back to the sink, I was inexplicably feeling very excited by just having him near me. He does that, I look, or even think of him and I excite, tingle, it's silly I know, even unreasonably justified. But he has this effect on me, and I know its grown along with him. I sensed a great awareness or imminence coming from him. I knew he was right behind me, and I expected another loving hug. Instead he said to me. "Mom, hold out your hand behind you please, I have a present for you." "Which one?" I asked him. "Doesn't matter," he said, I heard a drawer opening at my side and I thought, 'Ooooh nice.' I put my right hand, the one nearest and waited. "Now the other mom," he told me. I did as he said, and I felt softness on each wrist, then a kind of zipping click. I looked then, my eyes travelled down and back, and there on my right wrist was a bright pink band. I glimpsed a bit of silvery looking wire hanging from it, and then felt my left wrist move. I looked at that one and my right wrist moved too, and on my left was the same bright pink band. It also had a bit of silvery wire attached to it too. I pulled both of them up, and my arms stayed behind me. And that was when I realised I had been cuffed or something. I couldn't get either wrist up, each time I pulled or moved one, the other went with it. A little frightened now, I said, "Liam, what's going on, what are you doing?" He moved close to me, took me in his arms and told me not to worry, that he loved me, and would die before he ever hurt me. This made me feel a little better but still I was concerned. You can call me naive, stupid, thick, or whatever you like but I didn't guess what this was about. Him close to me, his breath on my neck, I was comforted, I trusted him, I believed in him, he was, and is my son, my soul mate. But what he did next focussed my mind a more than just a little, he took each of my breasts in his hands and cupped them. "Liam?" I gasped, surprised by his forwardness, and his boldness. He didn't say anything, but started to unbutton my shirt, I watched in fascinated bemusal, that's all I can say now about it, I never said a word. Soon they were all undone, then Liam simply slid the silky material back over my shoulders, leaving me with only my bra to cover my modesty. Later on I guessed he had planned everything, it all went as smooth as the silk shirt I had on, or nearly didn't by now. He slid the drawer in front of me open and took out my sowing scissors, scissors that were not kept in that drawer. Then with two single snips he cut through the straps over my shoulders. I felt a brief fumble at my back, and he had undone the two hooks holding my bra together. I watched it drop off me and down to land on the counter in front of me. Now realisation dawned on me, I had been kind of captured, I think? by my son. My arms were restrained behind me. And before I really even had a chance to say BOO! he had half undressed me. He was pressing up against me, body tight up, and I had my hips against the counter top, and nowhere to go. Yet somehow I was feeling excited, what game was he playing? I was also scared out of my wits at the same time. He reached around once more, and again he cupped my breasts, only this time he took both of my increasingly distended nipples between thumbs and forefingers. As I was looking down at them and his closing fingers, I could see them getting hard. And when my nipples get hard, they get more sensitive that is needed. He squeezed both, and then rolled both. Then the charge of static electricity that bolted through me froze me to the spot. It was almost unbearable, in the past I have been able to grab fingers that were tormenting me and stop them, not this time, this time the digits had their way. My neck nearly broke such was the sudden snap backwards it made, I felt my body sag too, but Liam behind me prevented me collapsing. My body was screaming for release, for continuance. Then his fingers disappeared as suddenly as they had arrived on my nipples. I hazily felt a fumbling at the waist at my back, I didn't know it, but he was unhooking my skirt, then I heard the definite zzzzz of the zip being drawn down. Liam pulled me gently from the counter, waggled my skirt to just over my hips, and he said softly into my ear. "Come with me mom," I followed like a lamb to the slaughter. He put his arm around my waist and we headed for the kitchen door, by the time I got near it my skirt had slid down and was now wrapped around my ankles. "Step out of it mom," Liam said, I did what Liam said. I was now naked apart from my panties, and I was walking in a stupor with Liam down the hall. "Come on mom, let's go," he softly ordered. I managed to find my voice then, "Liam," I protested, not very loud though. His response was to turn me to him, crush me in his arms, move a little and grip a nipple. My protests were no more, my voice dried up again. I seemed to be in a cloud, a fog, my mind was flitting about, but I couldn't find any cohesion from my brain. I knew where I was going, and I knew what was going to happen when we got there, but I wasn't with me. I was off somewhere else, and another roll of the other nipple kept me in the limbo I was fully in. Liam stopped and turned me to him again, and I was staring into those eyes, those eyes I have always had trouble not looking into, they sort of hypnotise me. And we had a kiss, it wasn't a peck, and it wasn't a full blown kiss, but it lasted long enough for me to get the message. My resistance was over, it had been stripped from the feeble grasp I had had on it. Then bright light filled my vision, and that happens every time I walk into my bedroom, the sunlight streams though in the afternoon and I love it. Liam was behind me by this time, his arms around me were crossed, and that was so his fingers and thumbs had total capacity to scramble my brain by rolling and squeezing my now super sensitive nipples. I heard me moan, it was a moan I know so well, it was me giving in! I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, everything that was happening seemed to be in slow motion, some frames were missing from the film, one minute I was here, the next minute I was there. I was standing up, now I was sitting down. Next I was leaning over and lying down, the next I was on my back looking at my son. But the full film of him undressing in front of me was played out in full colour, in all its glorious splendour. He was gazing intently at me, I was compelled to gaze back the same way. His clothes disappeared one by one, the last item were his shorts. For this he turned his back on me. I realised it was so I could view the full spectacular in one scene. He turned in such a purposeful manner I had to groan as he did, his strong, youthful manly body, was there for me to see for the first time in years. But at his core was the centre of his being, and what was going to become mine. His manhood was standing straight out, if slightly pointing up, and he looked as good as any naked man I had ever seen. I had seen this day coming from a long way off, never really believing that it would arrive, but also knowing it would, or believing it would. Liam and I had been living together all these years, mother and son, brother and sister, best friends, hate to be apart from one another. To soon becoming erstwhile lovers, if not lovers of such intensity it would sweep us both up and deposit us in the land of love and paradise. He slid to me, I opened my arms, he went into them, I went into his. The moment he had been intending, working for, patiently, even predicting was here. I fell into my own self, saying to me. 'Here Georgi, this is where you are now, is it where you belong, and the answer came back, yes I do!' There have been many times in all of our lives that we turn around and say things like. "Where did that come from, or where did that go, how has this happened, I never saw that coming, it came and went before I knew it. When you clearly knew all along, but just chose to ignore it. My hasn't time flown, I hardly had time to notice, it went by so fast." Well this applied to my situation, I was in control, then I wasn't, I was waiting for it to happen, I was prepared for it. Then it happened, and I wasn't prepared for it at all, I wasn't ready. My son Liam seemed to override everything, every scenario that I had run through my mind in preparation for the day when he made his move. He had come in, said hello, handcuffed me, got me upstairs, put me on my bed, undressed, and now I was being advanced upon. And I was lying there with bated breath, enthralled anticipation. The film was playing out its scene, with the exception that it was all jerky, bits were missing, I was there, and then I was here, how? I was looking at my son, as I watched him put one knee on the bed. His cock bobbed and weaved, and I was hypnotised by it and him. My hands almost under me but not quite, and I knew that even if I tried to roll away, I would roll back and give in to it, to him, I did. He took a gentle but firm hold of my thong like panties, and off they came. Now I was open to him, like an all night shop, my door was open. He had the right of entry, and I welcomed him in, My eyes locked on to his as he loomed above me, he hadn't said a word, I just knew where we were going. His body covered mine, the thrill was unbearable, the wonderful fear factor biting at my most inner secrets, knowing that soon my son would be excavating his home port. As he lowered himself down, that unmistakable touch of cock on or near pussy made me shift to where he wanted me to be. I was now directly under and waiting for that first immeasurable, incalculable delight of cock pushing in. Liam wasn't the biggest I had had, but I was soon to find out he was the best, I think I had already decided that nothing was going to compare to the takeover of me as this was, and did. Our bodies closed, he was in me, I felt the heat, the hardness, and I screwed up into a ball internally. My knees appeared from below, I managed to lock my nails into his thighs the closer he got. His hands were under my shoulders, and the last 2 or 3 inches were in, my feet locked over his thighs. I sighed with utter pleasure, I had never felt like this. "Mom," he said. "Oh Liam, Oh Liam," was all I could say. "Now you are mine mom, forever, don't even think of ever trying to say no again," he told me, there was love and delight in his voice. "II won't baby, never again, Oh Liam I need you darling. Do me baby, do me like you know you want to, like you know you can, Yes Liam, Yes!" That seemed to put extra gas into his engines because he took off and flew me with him. I have only ever had sex with 6 men in my life, the first was Liam's father, the rapist. The other 5 were on again, off again lovers of no real consequence to me. I had believed because of what had happened to me and then giving birth at such an early age. I was destined never to be able to form a lasting relationship, or fall in love proper, until now. A Son Shows his Mother Now the door was being opened to me. Was I being allowed to love as I was meant by God to love. Had he saved me for this? I wondered. As this thought crossed my mind, Liam crossed me, he banged in and home, I was immediately transformed from the wondering mother, to a rampant sex crazed beast in one go. Liam's weight on me was crushing, but I was lightheaded, he had a sixth sense, he carried me with him. He led, I followed, not that I had a choice, but I'm sure you know what I mean. I wanted him like I have never wanted a man before, he was my son no more, from now on, if he wanted to be my guy, he was my guy, end of. I still can't remember all of what he/we did on that very first day, it's still hazy. But I know he loved and screwed me like I was supposed to be loved and screwed. It meant something, this wasn't sex, this was loving love, man and woman, lovers of the first order. Then something extraordinary happened, I had my very first real true climax, I had had them before, I think? I'm not too sure, but now I knew. It felt like I had been hit by a bus, screeching through me uncontrolled and unstoppable. I remember crying out, calling Liam's name, loads of Oooooh's and Ahhhhhh,s and then silence. The next thing I remember was looking sideways at Liam, I was facing him, he was laid on his side looking at me. I am thinking that I had passed out, I don't really know. But as my memory kicked back in, and I saw Liam there above me, I knew I had come home somehow, I had found my way. I had been out of my life all these years. But Liam had found me and brought me back. And for that, I will be grateful for the rest of my life. I knew now that I was someone, someone who mattered in this world. I didn't know right then that Liam had cum in me, all I knew was that he was banging the hell out of me and it was wonderful. I was tight inside. My pussy hadn't been used for a couple of years, so he fit me like a piston in a brand new car. He made me cum again, and I was in heaven, the unmistakable feelings of a real orgasm were hammering through me. My friend had always told me I didn't know what one was, why? Because I wasn't ever with the right guy, now I was with the right guy, and now I knew! Liam had a hold of me in a way that I knew if he didn't let go I would never be free again, and do you know what? I didn't want to be. My life as a woman had just begun, I hoped. I had kept him at bay all this time, I had been a fool, I could have had this a long time before now, if only I had known. I settled down now, and revelled in being suddenly a woman who had her guy, a woman who was being taken by her guy, a woman who wanted nothing more than to be used and taken like this by her guy. One other thing I laso now knew, I knew what love really was at last. Liam was staring at me, the next thing I was being kissed, and I kissed back as hard a s I could, I put my tongue in his mouth and he sucked it. Then he did the same to me. He nipped a nipple, this made me moan into him, the other got nipped, I moaned again, and I came again! He powered in more and more, I hadn't known of this, but there again, I hadn't been love to by an eighteen year old power station before either. I began to cry, I was in a place I had no idea existed, and I never wanted to leave, I was praying to God that this would not be the last time, and that it would get better and better. He answered my prayers, but I didn't understand it until later. I opened my eyes and I was laid half over on my left side, I was looking into the lowering sun through my window. I lifted my arm, there was no bright pink band on it. And my heart stopped, it had all been a dream. I wept silently, what would I do now? It had been so vivid, I swear it had happened, and now, once again I was lost, on my own, no one to love me, the future was just as bleak as it ever had been. An arm dropped over me, I got tugged backwards, and suddenly I was spooned into a nice warm body. I yelled with joy, whipped around, and I was nose to nose with Liam, my saviour, my guardian, my son, my lover! "Oh Liam," I bubbled, "I thought it had been a dream, I woke up and I was on my own, but I wasn't alone was I? You are really here, this has really been, Oh Liam, Liam," I really did burst into tears then, real tears, tears of utter joy. I wrapped my arms around him, and got as close as it is humanly possible for someone to do, even then I couldn't get close enough. "You are a really bad boy Liam, doing this to me like this, but I wouldn't have it any other way darling. I am the happiest mother, er woman on earth Liam, and it's all because of you, I love you baby, I really do." "Well mom," he said, "it's like this, now we are here, this is where we are and this is where we will be. You belong to me now mom, and I belong to you. From now on, even though I am your son, I am your husband too. We will be man and wife, agreed?" I looked at him for a long time, waiting for him to say something like, 'fooled ya!' But he didn't, and that's when I told him yes, yes to anything he said, I don't care what demands you put on me, I told him, the answer will always be, and forever yes. I moved for his cock, it had been in me, he had made love to me, he had screwed me forever, he had cum in me, I think, he had made me cum many times. But as yet I hadn't held it, felt it, I hadn't played with it, made him hard for me, nothing. Well now I was going to learn my son, my lover, my husband! The feel of him made me swoon with lust, it was still half hard, I slipped my hand under and caressed him, I kissed his mouth, soon we would be the lovers we were always going to be. He got my nipples and the games began, fingers sought and dipped into everywhere. He got a finger into my ass, that made me squeeze my legs together tightly, but he shook his head, and tentatively I let his hand do the wandering it wanted to do. Feeling his finger in there was the first time anything had been in, it was something I hadn't thought of, why should I? He sank it further in, then wiggled it round, it made me squirm I can tell you, Liam poked it right in, what an intake of breath that caused. I squeezed his cock, he wasn't the only one that was going to have some fun! If I had known then what I knew now I would have left him alone, but as I was so up for whatever he wanted, it was all okay by me. His other hand went to the back of my head and gently pushed me down. I knew what this was for and I went happily to serve him. I pushed him over as I slid down his young virile and very supple body. It was awesome to be in this position. Like I said previously, I had had some sex in my life, and knew what men liked, and this was one of them. But because it was Liam, it felt more important, newer, and that I had to please him. I would not fail him, nor I either. I took him in, but knowing he was my son seemed to add flavour, and taste, his strength through him came to me. It gave me all I needed to do what, not only what he wanted, but me too. I hesitate to say I attacked him, but in essence it's exactly what I did. I stroked his testicles, felt him everywhere. I even had the temerity to poke my finger in to his bum, just as he had to me and I wiggled it around. He moved with me. I heard him grunting, It took me all of 1 second to learn his cock in my mouth, my tongue had examined it, as had my lips, my tonsils, and my cheeks as I sucked as hard as I could, I was up and down on him like a machine, all I wanted, was to give him what he wanted. And that objective was to make him cum for me, I worked as fast and as hard as I could to achieve that aim, and I did, after about 5 minutes, he was guiding my head and I strived for the finish from him. His hips suddenly drove at me face, his cock went right down my throat, I pulled back a little and kept going. Then I felt it get even harder, if that was possible. Then it pulsed and throbbed, it even heated up. And there it was, it was like a gusher, spouting and flowing into my receptive mouth, I gulped and swallowed, and then I did it again. There was something in me that would not let one drop out between my tight lips, and I didn't. I sucked and sucked it all, my nose was sucking air just as hard as I was sucking Liam. The last thing I did was to push my finger as deep into his ass as I could. We both Oooooh'd at that, it was our finale. Now we were still, both of us breathing deeply, and my mind drifted to him and his cock. I felt immense pleasure and pride that I had made him do what he had just done. The reason his cock had been like a bar of iron was solely because of me. Even I knew that a woman could lay there and moan and groan, and pretend to be aroused, when all she wanted to really do was read the Sunday papers. But a man can't, to be aroused he has to have a hard on, an erection, and because of me Liam had had that hard on, and I knew he would have it again and again, and solely because of me. It is really a power a woman has over her man, an unbridled lust passion and love to drive to him get his erection. And I think that is what I had been carrying with me all these years. I had been blaming myself because my rapist had an erection, so it must have been my fault. But now I realise it wasn't, it was him who had the power, I was the innocent party. But no more, not now, not ever again, my 18 year old son had shown me the way, I would be his forever if that's what he wanted. My whole being had changed in these few short hours, minutes? I don't know. I was no longer the person I had been since I was raped over 18 years ago. I was finally a woman, not just someone who exists, I was real, I had respect, and I had love, to receive and to give, lots and lots of it. "Shall we go and shower Liam, or maybe have a bath, together of course?" I asked him. He grinned and said, "That mom, er, I think I'll call you Georgina from now on okay?" he didn't wait for an answer, "is a great idea, off you go and run a nice full bath for us both," he kissed me, patted my bum and sent me off. And do you know what, I went more than willingly, my man would never have to ask, or tell me twice from now on. I ran it and gauged how much we would need for twp without spilling gallons of water all over. I got it right, we stepped in together, I sat away from him but between his legs. I was open for anything he wanted. When he took my nipples in his fingers I was away with the fairies, it was excruciatingly exciting, I could hardly bear them being treated this way, he made me cum in the water. My son was mastering me in the most wonderful way. And for the first time in my life I wanted to be taught, and mastered at the same time. I got my hand behind me so I could play with him too. What a feeling having that in my hand, the very thing that had brought me wonderfully and literally to my knees, figuratively speaking. He fingered me, and the sight of him doing just what he wanted to me, was so amazing. My son was controlling my emotions with his fingers, and then mouth on my neck, it was to die for. In fact I died and went to heaven that day. "Darling," I said, as I turned and knelt before him, my eighteen year old son looked at me, "I will never ever say no to you, ask me, tell me, I will do it for you and only you. I have never felt like this before, please Liam are you certain about this, about us?" "Mom, Georgina," he said, "I was sure about this two or three years ago, I'm not about to change now. But sometime in the near future we have to move house to somewhere only we two will know." I nodded my head, it was a sensible thing to do. "But what about your grandparents Liam?" I mused. "They will never be told by me or you will they?" he said, "I hope as far as they are concerned we are still mom and son, and always will be, they'll never know you are my wife." I smiled at that, his wife, my husband, my son was my man, I knew it now. "We can go to Las Vegas next year sweet, and we can marry there, just you and me," I told him. "Now that Georgina, is something I can look forward to," he laughed. "I want to go to bed darling, I am so tired I need to sleep, you have worn me out, can we?" I asked. "You got it Georgi, come on," he took my hand, we dried off, having fun in the process and went to bed. My life had full circle in one day really, I had known Liam was sort of after me. But I hadn't expected this, he had brought me purpose, and something to look forward to instead of just being his mother. I was now a woman of substance. I was his woman, I was going to be his wife. We both slept long, and wrapped up in each other. I woke sever al times in the night to find myself staring at him lying there sleeping like a baby, my baby. I cried tears of joy and happiness, and went back to sleep again. The morning came with a start, he woke me up because his cock was lodged into the cheeks of my ass. It was hard and it was ready. I sighed with joyful anticipation, of him having me again, and hopefully again. I didn't think I would ever get used to making love like this. I started to get pushed over on to my tummy, he was awake and was going after me. I inwardly squealed in delight, I wanted to be taken and used by him. My goal was to be fastened to him in every way, and I didn't care how. I was lying spread eagled now, he had pushed me over. But I had spread myself for him to use. All my life I had felt that men just wanted to use me, now I was silently begging for my son to use me anyway he wanted. And he did! He mounted me, no words were spoken, I think this was his way of letting me know, he was the one, and as far as I'm concerned that is a nailed on position. He was suddenly deep in me, I was flat below him, and I couldn't think of a better place to be right now. He was at me like a tornado, ripping in and out, I was finding it difficult to keep pace, and to breathe too. But it was the absolute wonder of him in me that made me cum for the first time this new day. Liam banged and banged at me, there was no let up. I surrendered to it and him. Then this unutterable moment of truth, he pulled right out of me. It left me in complete limbo, I felt empty. But Liam was ahead of me, I felt the nudge, he was trying to get back in, I lifted my backside for him to do so, and that was when he drove his cock right into my ass. I nearly died with the shock, the incomprehensible pain, the sudden feeling of being exploded from the inside. It shocked me into immobility, I froze, not knowing what to do, or what was next. By this time he was out and back in to me. "Keep still, lie still Georgi, don' you dare try to get away," Liam nearly shouted into my ear. I did as I was told, but only because I was frigid with pain and surprise. Then the promise I had made to him seeped into my mind, "I will never say no to you Liam, never." I forced myself to spread again, I was trying to offer him anything he wanted. And he wanted and was, fucking me in the ass. I bit the bed sheet and attempted to ignore the pain. He wanted me to enjoy this, I would enjoy this, and slowly as he used me more and more, then more and more I relaxed. And lo and behold, I started to get into the rhythm, I was no longer stiff with weak resistance, I was softening into what he wanted me to be. Liam found me with his fingers, and brought me to the surface to breathe the air of wanton arousal, wanton arousal for him and only him. A tingle gripped my pussy lips, and then moved into the main arena, it contacted my ass. It sent messages to my nipples, and then outwards around my body, and I came. It was the most unusual and biggest climax I had had. My sphincter tightened so hard on to him I heard him moan too, but he kept pumping into me, he brought more climaxes out. And I knew then this was the prelude to him bolting me down, and unleashing his cum right up to my chest. His last pulsating thump into me, bent me down into the bed. And I felt the hot searing juice enter me and spread like a wildfire in my bowels. I was a wondrous moment in my life, and one that I knew would be repeated many times. I can't remember events too clearly right after that, the next movement was Liam lifting up and pulling out of me. It hurt like I don't know what as he withdrew, he seemed to be fixed in me. When he dropped me, because my ass was up in the air, I felt bereft, devoid. This had been more pain than I had ever experienced, but it was out shone by what had happened, before, during and after. It was my first time having anal sex, but I knew already, pain or no pain, I wanted to experience it again and again. Liam and I had continual sex, everyday, and every night, all over the place, you name somewhere, we did it there. He even took to tying me over the sofa, forwards and backwards, over the table, on the bed, and face down too. We started looking for a house for us to share together, one that we would stay at forever. My mother and father seemed to guess at something, but never came right out with it. Just odd looks sometimes, a raised eyebrow etc. Then on a routine visit to the doctor three months later, I was having the stomach cramps. She gave me the 'good' news. I was about six weeks pregnant, maybe ten, test would be more positive. I was stunned, and wondered what my mom and dad would say. Then I thought of Liam, what about him? Oh God, I thought, what will I do. Believe it or not, this had never once crossed my mind, that I would be made pregnant by my own son. AS soon as I got into the car, Liam said, "What is it Georgi, what's wrong?" he knew something for certain. "Liam," I said, I had to tell him, this could not be hidden away, "I, er, I er, Oh Liam, I'm having a baby, our baby, your baby!" I wept and threw myself at him. "Fucking hell!" he shouted, "That's awesome Georgi, fucking awesome!" He was grinning from ear to ear. I don't believe I had ever heard him swear like that before. "You're okay about it Liam, are you certain?" I asked him through my tears. "I've been waiting for you to tell me for two months, Fucking yes!" He bellowed at the top of his voice. "But God knows what Gran and Granddad, your mother am father will say though," and he laughed uproariously.