Trent: The Babymaker
Chapter Nine
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After a week of being grounded, I was getting desperate. I hadn't complained at all. I hadn't whined or pouted, but followed my dad's suggestion and took my punishment like a man. I worked extra hard around the house, doing chores that I normally hated well before my mom told me to. My homework was done before dinner and to all outward appearance, I'd given up my girlfriends, all four of them.
I did all that in the hopes of an early parole and my lawyer thought I had a good chance. I left it up to him to plead my case.
"Sorry, Trent," Dad sighed. "Your mom says she's awfully proud of you, but..."
"I'm still grounded?" I sagged. Like a deflated balloon, the air rushed out of me. The energy. The life.
What did I have to do? Jeeze! I'd skipped one lousy day of school. Everybody does that! I bet even my mom skipped a day at least once in her life and I'm grounded for two weeks without even a shot at redemption? How is that fair?
Well, I knew why she was being deliberately tough. It wasn't just because I'd skipped school, but because I'd convinced Julie to skip school with me. Even though it had been her idea, I was older and supposed to be more responsible.
"If you really care about her," I remember Mom saying, "you would take care of her, Trent."
Yeah! I did take care of her, I wanted to say. I fucked her, Mom! How about that? We weren't just fooling around either. I dumped so much sperm in that little girl, she's probably going to have triplets! And you know what else? I hope she does! Because that way everyone will know how much I love her, even you, Mom!
Of course, I hadn't said any of that at all. That would be like being a test pilot for a new and improved electric chair. But I wanted to, believe me. Probably because my balls hurt. After I'd seen a movie at school about girls getting pregnant, I'd made a promise to myself that I wouldn't jerk off. Ever. I was trying to keep it, too. It had been easy before, since I had four girlfriends determined to milk my balls dry every chance they got, but I hadn't seen them in a week. I only got to talk to them on the phone once in awhile, when I knew I could get away with it.
Trust me, it sucks talking to girls on the phone, too. I mean, I liked it, but we spent most of our time talking about how much we missed each other. The twins, Stacy and Angie, would tell me how good they were getting at licking each other's pussies, and how they wished I was there to fuck them while they did it.
"I wanna suck Angie's pussy after you cream her," Stacy would say.
"I wanna lick your balls while you fuck her," Angie whispered.
And then I had to deal with Lisa and she'd tell me how she liked to lay in bed and fuck her butt with a special vibrator dildo thing her mom had bought her. She had the most awesome ass in the world, too, and I would close my eyes and listen to the girl describe how good it felt stretching her horny rectum.
"But it's not as good as you," she'd sigh. "I love it when you cum in my butt, Trent."
Then there was Julie, the girl I probably loved more than the others, but sometimes I wasn't totally sure. It kind of depended on where I was, what I was doing, and whether or not one of my other girlfriend's was kissing me. Anyway, Jules and I wouldn't talk about sex that much, she always wanted to talk about love. That's kind of sexy, too, except I wouldn't want to admit it out loud in the school auditorium or anything. Girls are supposed to get off on love, boys get off on watching girls suck their dicks or whatever.
Except, I did get off on telling Julie how much I loved her. We'd talk about the baby as well, our baby, because Julie was convinced that I'd already knocked her up. She'd tell me about her dreams, like she'd be big and round and all kinds of pregnant, and I'd be kissing her tummy and squeezing the milk out of her fat little tits. So, okay...I guess we kinda talked about sex, too, but I didn't jerk off! That's my point. My cock would ache and throb and I'd soak my boxers with precum, but I had to save that stuff up!
Another week? Jesus! I was going crazy! I had to fuck something soon or my balls would probably explode.
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"You're going out?" I asked, trying hard not to let my excitement show. It was Saturday night and if they went out, I could probably hook up with Jules or Lisa, or the twins and...
"A friend from work is having a party, yeah." Dad nodded. "Your mother and I haven't relaxed in awhile, so we're going to have a little fun."
"Am I still grounded?"
"I'm afraid so," he said. "I think your mom might be okay if Randy wanted to come over. You guys could get some pizza and..."
"We're not really friends anymore," I told him, and I hadn't even wanted to admit that to myself, but it was true.
"Oh." Dad frowned at that. "Because of his sister?"
"Julie." I nodded. "He doesn't want me to be her boyfriend."
"There's a lot of that going around," he sighed, and I looked up sharply to see if he was teasing me. He wasn't.
"I don't care," I lied, and he let that go.
"Anyway, uh..." Dad cleared his throat. "Do you still have those, uh...condoms I gave you?"
"Huh?" I blinked at him. "Yeah. Why?"
"I was wondering, uh..." He smiled sheepishly. "See, I was supposed to get some, but...Well, your mom...It's a bad time of the month for her and..."
"Oh!" I blushed, just because I understood what he was trying to say.
"Never mind," he said. "I'll just have to stop someplace along the way."
That's probably what he should have done in the first place, but maybe it would have embarrassed him or something. Not buying condoms, but telling Mom he had to run into Wal-Mart and pick up some Trojans because he planned on jumping her bones later. Except, I didn't like thinking about them actually doing it. I knew Saturday was their regular sex night, though. I wasn't stupid and I knew what was going on when they went to bed at 8:30 after Mom took a long bath and Dad uncorked a bottle of wine.
I couldn't even imagine having sex just one night a week, even if they did do it three times, maybe. If I was married to my mom? Jeeze! I'd probably want to fuck her every day of the week, and twice before church! I mean, she's pretty awesome, although she's not a complete fox like Bambi, but how many moms are? At least my mom had a tight body, awesome legs, nice tits, and a pretty face. There are a lot of them that don't, believe me!
So, probably that's why I gave Dad those three condoms back. Because I knew what it was like to go a week without sex and it sucks! I also knew Mom wasn't like any of my girlfriends. She wanted to be the vice-president of her bank a lot more than she wanted to be a mother. But don't think she didn't love me! I mean, she didn't want a baby. She loved me just fine, except when I skipped school.
"Thanks, Trent." Dad gave me a sincere smile as he pocketed the condoms. "Let's keep this between us, huh?"
"Sure," I agreed. Like why would I ever tell Mom that Dad was borrowing condoms from me? As if I wasn't in enough trouble already!
I was just happy because I could sneak out of the house for a couple hours. Or maybe one of my girlfriends could sneak over and visit me, that might even be better. If I knew my mom, and I did, she'd probably call just to make sure I stayed home. Actually, looking back on it, I seriously underestimated her sometimes.
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"Wow!" I said, really meaning it, too.
"How do I look?" Mom asked, kind of posing in a slinky red dress.
It had those sequin things, thousands of them, so that she seemed to glitter just standing there in her bedroom, and the one piece dress hugged her every curve. I'd seen her dressed up before, but not very often, not like that. About once a year maybe, usually on their anniversary, and I wondered what made this party so special. Whatever it was, my mom was going to pop some eyeballs when she showed up looking like that.
"I didn't know your hair was that long," I said, which seems kinda stupid, but it was the first thing that popped into my head. She always kept it pinned up.
"I thought I'd let my hair down for a change," she said, smiling at my reaction.
Mom had straight blonde hair, like spun gold, parted over her right eye and falling around her bare shoulders. Her dress really hugged her breasts, kind of propping them up like a push-up bra or something, but there was no way she wore a bra beneath it. What I liked most was her flat tummy, because my mom had a very thin waist, and her round hips. Child bearing hips, obviously, because she'd had me, and in that red dress she had a serious hourglass figure.
Legs too! I hadn't noticed before, but when Mom walked around the bed, I realized her dress was slit right in front. Her long legs would appear and disappear behind a glittering curtain of red sequins, all the way to mid-thigh, if not a bit higher. I mean, I could see the lace tops of her stockings and just a bit of pale skin, just a hint to make my gut throb pleasantly. Jesus! My mom looked awesome dressed up, made up, and fixing the tiny buckles on her high heels. No wonder my dad wanted condoms!
Most of the time she looked like a banker. She wore boring business suits in boring colors. She pinned up her hair. She wore the kind of makeup that doesn't really look like makeup. And worst of all, she never smiled. She wouldn't give a guy the time of day if he tried to hit on her, I bet. Maybe because she was married and I knew she'd never cheat on my dad, but I figured she just loved being a banker. When she went to bed at night, she took her briefcase with her. Seriously.
Ding-dong... The doorbell rang and for just a second there I thought maybe one of my girlfriends had come over. Or maybe two of them, if it was Stacy and Angie. Who else would ring the doorbell at 7:30 on a Saturday night?
"Oh! That must be Mrs. Hemming," Mom said. "Let her in, Trent."
"What's she doing here?" I wondered. Mrs. Hemming lived three doors down and in olden times she would have been called The Widow Hemming, since she was old and her husband was dead.
"She's going to spend the night."
"You got me a baby-sitter?" I blinked at her.
"Are you almost ready?" Dad asked, walking in from the master bath, and he looked about as handsome as ever. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo, but he'd broken out one of his expensive silk suits for the occasion. Every girl I knew, and their mothers, were my dad's patients, and for a very obvious reason. He looked good.
"I just want to have a good time tonight," Mom told me. "Without having to call every ten minutes to make sure you're okay."
"You mean, to make sure I stay grounded?" I gave her the biggest, most unhappy frown of my life. Never mind that she'd practically read my mind, the humiliation of having a baby-sitter was almost unbearable.
"That's exactly what I mean," she said, and Dad was staying out of this one.
Ding-dong... The doorbell rang again.
"I'll answer it," he said. What a coward. He hadn't even warned me.
"God! I hate my life!" I yelled, and I stomped my way to my room the way I hadn't since I'd been six years old, probably.
"Trent!" Mom yelled, but she wasn't going to chase me. She wasn't even going to try and explain, as if she could.
She didn't trust me. That's like a slap in the face, you know? It's worse than a slap in the face. It's embarrassing and maybe part of me was just angry because she'd thwarted my plans to disobey her, but most of me resented the way she treated me like a little kid. What had I done to deserve this? As far as she knew, I'd skipped school and watched television with Julie all day, maybe kissed her a little. If getting grounded for two weeks seemed a little excessive, and it did, then having a baby-sitter was too much.
I couldn't ever hate my mom, no way, but right then...I didn't like her very much. She always had to win, no matter what.
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Something woke me up, but I didn't know what until I heard a muffled thumping noise coming from downstairs. I glanced at my alarm clock and it was the middle of the night, 2:13am and I thought it might be Mrs. Hemming at first. I heard another thump, or a slam, more like, and it had to be the front door.
I got up, wearing just my chili pepper boxers, and wondering what was going on. I peeked into the guest room and found Mrs. Hemming snoring happily on the bed. I pulled the door shut and turned around just in time to have a heart attack.
"Dad!" I blinked at him.
"Hey," he said, smiling dumbly. He wagged a finger at me and giggled. "Don't drink tequila."
"Uh..." My father was drunk?
"I'm going to bed." He walked sorta sideways, leaning against the wall and waving at me over his shoulder.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath, although he didn't look terrible. His hair was still combed, his suit didn't look all rumpled the way I might have expected. But the man was plainly drunk as hell and I had to grin. I'd seen my dad a little buzzed maybe, like after too many beers at a barbecue once, but this was really strange. I wasn't totally sure he'd make it to the bedroom without falling down. I hoped he hadn't been driving like that, and then I wondered...Where's Mom?
The house seemed strangely silent, perhaps because I expected my mom to pop out and surprise me the way my father had. I mean, she must have come home with him. She probably drove, since I'd never, ever seen Mom drunk. I knew she liked to have a little wine once in awhile, but she wasn't any sort of party animal. Neither was my dad, actually. He's a dentist!
"Mom?" I whispered, moving around pretty well despite the darkness. My eyes had adjusted just fine and the outside lights shone through the curtains.
I found her on the sofa, sprawled on her back with her right arm and leg hanging off the cushions. She wasn't snoring like the old woman upstairs, but Mom did look seriously passed out. Dad must have carried her into the house, which would explain all the thumping. Maybe he'd thought about bringing her upstairs, but as drunk as he was, it's probably a miracle he made it by himself.
"Hey, Mom." I whispered, a little louder.
I thought maybe I could help her get to bed if she woke up, but she didn't even twitch her little finger.
"Mom?" I touched her shoulder, giving her a shake, and then a slightly harder one.
Man! She was completely out. I grabbed her shoulder, but gently, and really tried to wake her up, and got no response at all. At least she was breathing, since her breasts were rising and falling, and practically spilling out of her dress. I thought I could see her nipples, or at least the left one, and I looked closer, narrowing my eyes. I was tempted to turn on the nearby table lamp, but I didn't. I could see her nipple and I don't know why, but I even touched it. I reached out with my hand and brushed the tips of my fingers over that soft nub.
When I closed my hand around her breast, giving her tit a tender squeeze, that's when I realized I had a boner. I hadn't had sex in more than a week. I hadn't even jerked off, and my dick didn't care that the sexy woman passed out on the sofa was my mom. She did look sexy, too, every bit as beautiful as she'd looked some seven hours earlier, posing in her bedroom and telling me I was a little kid who needed a baby-sitter.
Little kid, huh? I was still kind of mad about that and it was her fault I felt so horny. I mean, she'd grounded me in the first place. Mom had been the one telling me I couldn't even have a girlfriend. I eased the top of her dress down, the part covering her tits, and her dress had cups, sorta like an under-wire bra, which is why her tits had looked like they were for sale, all propped up and everything. So I had to pull her dress down, wiggling the sequin material until I had both of her firm, round tits completely exposed.
"Wow!" I breathed, because my mom had awesome boobs. I watched her face closely, feeling my heart ready to burst and my legs ready to run at the first flutter of an eyelid.
She didn't do anything but breathe as I knelt on the carpeted floor of the living room and put both of my hands on both of her breasts, and they were a lot bigger than any of my seventh grade girlfriends' tits! Not huge, but woman-sized, soft and warm, luscious and perfect to me. I wished I could remember drinking her milk as a baby, but I could only do the next best thing as I lowered my mouth to her left nipple.
If she woke up now, I'd be dead. If my dad came downstairs, he'd kill me, too. This had to be wrong and I knew it. My gut was knotted up with fear, excitement, guilt, and desire. This was my own mother and I would never love anyone as much as I loved her, not even God, but maybe that's why I wanted her so badly. Or maybe I did it because I wanted to punish her, just to get a little revenge for the way she ruined my life. For the way she loved her job more than me. For not letting me love Julie or any other girl. Yeah, if I couldn't love my girlfriends, especially if I couldn't make love with them, it seemed like a pretty good idea to make love with her.
"That's what she really wants anyway," a little voice in my head whispered.
I kissed my mom's nipple, lightly at first, while I massaged her right breast with my hand. She didn't move, didn't make a sound, not even as I felt her nipples growing stiff. I wished I had more light, if only so could I really admire the contrast between her dark nipples and pale skin, so I could see more clearly her beautiful face. I can't tell you enough how frightened I felt, but that was nothing compared to the excitement. It wasn't just the sex part, the physical stuff, but knowing this had to be so completely wrong made me want to do it even more. She didn't trust me and I sorta wanted to give her a good reason why, like prove that I was even more of a bad boy than she gave me credit for.
I drew harder on her nipple and it had grown long and stiff and fat. I flicked it with my tongue and even bit her while I pinched the other one. I couldn't believe how chubby Mom's nipples were getting, like they were perfect for nursing, and I wished I could drink her milk. That's when I knew I had to fuck her. Everything seemed so clear to me and I remembered Dad telling me it was the worst time of the month for them to have sex. I knew he didn't mean she had her period; he meant she was ovulating. Her eggs were ripe and eager for sperm, even if she wasn't.
"Mmmm..." Mom sighed so softly I could barely hear it, and her head turned slightly. She even smiled, just a little, the corners of her mouth turning upward a fraction of an inch.
That made me stop, frozen with not only her nipple, but as much of her luscious boob in my mouth as possible. I'd covered her areole completely, kinda biting her like I would an apple, except not that hard. My hand stopped mid-squeeze, with my fingers and thumb spread and digging into her breast. Mom's nipple poked hard against my palm and I held my breath as I dreaded the inevitable. She was waking up and her eyes would open, and I couldn't even imagine the possible consequences.
But she didn't wake up, she only parted her lips slightly, snoring like a baby kitten, more of a purring sound than anything else. I waited and almost changed my mind. I could stop and go back upstairs, get into my bed and pretend like none of this had ever happened. Except I loved sucking her tit and feeling her skin like warm satin beneath my fingers, and smelling the curious mix of perfume, alcohol, cigarettes, and feminine sweat. She smelled like a party, but her nipple tasted sweet, just because it was hers.
I let her go, because I was pretty nervous, and tried to wake her up again. If she was going to open her eyes, I wanted it to happen when I could still be blameless, you know? Plus, I think I sorta wanted her to wake up. I knew I wouldn't stop, I just felt it in my bones, and especially in my hard dick, so she had to stop me. Mom had to wake up or I'd do something worse than just kiss her tits, and if she didn't wake up, well...It would be her fault, not mine. That's what I told myself anyway.
"Mom?" I shook her shoulders. "Hey, Mom...Time to wake up."
She didn't wake up at all and I kissed her mouth. I felt my heart lurch into my throat as my lips touched hers and after a second, I slipped the tip of my tongue between them. I felt her teeth, the tiny gap between inviting me in, and watched her tightly shut eyes as I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She opened for me, her relaxed jaw dropping just enough to let me in. I tasted the alcohol she'd been drinking, salty and bitter, but she was moist inside, too. I teased her tongue and played with her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs while I caressed her tongue with mine.
I tried to imagine Mom kissing me back, and it wasn't that hard to do. I worked my tongue around hers, even underneath it, so it was almost like she was Frenching with me. I let my hand roam lower, across her dress where it had wrinkled up beneath her tits, down to her flat tummy. I felt her there, small and empty beneath the sequins. I wanted to feel her big and round with a baby inside. My mind filled with the sexy idea of seeing that red evening gown stretched over her belly and around her milk dripping breasts. She'd look so beautiful then, way more than she had getting ready to go out.
Did they even make sequined dresses for pregnant women? I hoped so and I could see her not just walking around, cradling her swollen tummy and smiling, but getting on her hands and knees in that dress. Her back bowed as the baby pulled her downward, her tits straining to fall free as she looked over her shoulder and rolled her hips, inviting me to fuck her from behind. I could lift her dress and slide my cock inside Mom's pregnant pussy, reaching beneath her to massage her big tummy and cup her heavy tits while we made love.
I almost came in my pants and I left her with a large dollop of thin saliva dripping from my pursed lips onto her tongue. I kissed her graceful neck and slender shoulders, licking her smooth skin and then her breasts. I kissed and nibbled gently at her nipples while my hand slipped past her tummy and between Mom's spread legs. I felt her crotch beneath her dress, but not her pussy, not really. I had to get underneath for that and I really hoped this wouldn't wake her up.
The slit in her gown was right in the front, like an arrow pointing at her sex, but it didn't go that high. Both of her legs were bare, the long dress falling open as she had her right foot on the floor and her left leg straight along the back of the sofa. She still wore her shoes, those high heels with the tiny straps and buckles. She wore black stockings, real ones made out of silk, with tiny roses entwined along the seams and a wide, stretchy bit of lace holding them up around her thighs. I rubbed her legs with both hands, marveling at not only the texture of her stockings, but more the shape of her firm, toned flesh beneath.
My mom had awesome legs. I'd looked at them before and even in her boring business suits with their modest skirts, her legs were sexy. Now I could feel them, everything from her calves to her thighs, watching closely for any hint that she might wake up. The hard part, the thing that really worried me, was getting her dress high enough around her hips to let me reach her pussy. Mom was laying on her dress and I had to grab the material in my fists, jerking it upward and pushing it under her butt, kinda. I even picked her up, just a little, and I didn't think she'd be that heavy.
"Ummm..." She groaned, sort of smacking her lips and swallowing as she turned her head. For a second I thought she'd wake up, and then I was afraid she might roll onto her side, but she did neither and I stared at my mom's naked pussy.
She wasn't wearing any underwear!
I guess she couldn't wear panties under a tight, slinky dress like that, but it still surprised me. My mom, the ultra-proper, super responsible, respectable businesswoman had gone commando? That really made my dick hard and my balls had never felt so full of sperm before in my life. This was like a whole other side of my mom, one I might have heard Dad mention, but only teasingly to remind her of some special night back in college or whatever. I mean, I never knew what they were talking about, but obviously they'd been dating and having fun long before I'd been born. Maybe she'd gone out all the time without panties, getting drunk like Girls Gone Wild with her blonde hair flying and her tits bouncing and all the boys trying to spread her legs.
I shouldn't have been thinking about her like that, I know, but I shouldn't have been staring at her bare naked pussy, either. She had a nice one, too, both similar and different from my other girlfriends. Mom had pubic hair for one thing, thick and light brown maybe, it was hard to tell without turning on a light. But she kept it neatly trimmed, a thin, sexy strip of hair just above her slit on her soft mound. Everywhere else, she was smooth as silk, pale and inviting. I liked the way her vulva formed tight creases where it met her thighs. I studied her pussy intently, wanting to memorize it forever, especially the way her clitoris pushed outward, already stiff and begging for a kiss.
She must have gotten turned on, because I could feel the humidity rising from her pussy. Mom was hot down there, she really was, as I explored her with slow, cautious fingers. I touched her clit, even gave it just the tiniest rub with my fingertips, and that drew a weak sigh from her open mouth. I looked at her, doing it again, a bit harder this time, and her head turned slightly, but she didn't open her eyes. Mom could definitely feel it and I turned my hand, sliding my fingers downward across her pussy.
The heat seemed to pour out of her sex, although her plump labia were snugly pressed together. She had rubbery lips, longer and thicker than the immature pussies of my girlfriends. I rubbed my fingers in a circle, looking back and forth between my hand and her face. I felt the wetness trying to escape as I pushed and pulled her labia around. They would open up and my fingers would slip between them, not very far, but just enough to find her oily girl juice. I spent five minutes just playing with the outside of her pussy, spreading the wetness around until my mom's vulva glistened.
Her body had begun to move, but not very much. Her fingers would curl, maybe, or her feet would twitch, the muscles in her thighs growing tense. When I concentrated on her clit, sort of pinching it between my wet fingers, Mom's tummy seemed to undulate as she hitched a sharp breath and let it out with a long, deep-throated purr. That's as close as she came to waking up, though, and it made me feel even more brave as I decided to kiss her pussy. I pulled her right leg a little wider and carefully wormed my middle finger inside her pussy at the same time.
Oh man! My mom was tight inside, too. Not like Julie, maybe, but definitely a lot smaller than I would have expected. I mean, she'd had a baby, except that had been fifteen years ago. But still, she had sex with my dad every week, like four times a month or whatever, so she had to be used to fucking. I wondered if he had a little dick or something, but I didn't want to think about my dad, anyway. I had my finger inside my mom and I kissed her thigh as I pushed it against the moist walls of her cunt. I could feel her pussy squeezing my finger, and as I rubbed my thumb around her clit, her tummy would undulate and her thighs tighten as if she wanted to close them.
I kissed her mound and then her clit, curling my finger inside Mom's pussy as if scratching at the odd contour of her vagina. She was soft and very wet, very slippery inside with juice, but her pussy had a definite shape to it, little bumps and ridges underneath the buttery throat of her sex. I tried to tickle the bottom of her clitoris while I pinched it between my lips and teased the tip with my tongue.
That really made her move! Mom jerked and gasped, maybe even opened her eyes, but only for a second. She didn't see me or she would have freaked out, but my mom was cumming! Her hands moved and she grabbed my head, holding me to her clitoris while her pussy went crazy around my finger. She had to be awake, I mean nobody could sleep through an orgasm, right? And her fingernails were digging into my scalp, she held me so tightly, and I wanted to bolt. I had to run, but if I tried to get away, she might wake up for real. I told myself that she was probably dreaming, or maybe she thought I was my dad, or maybe she was cumming so good she didn't care who was sucking her clit.
Whatever was going on inside my mom's head, I kept fingering her pussy and licking at her clit. If I made her feel good enough, how angry could she get? That's the irrational thought that filled me with hope.
"Ohhhh..." she sighed, going limp and relaxing, letting me go as her orgasm passed. Her hands slipped off my head, one going to her tummy, the other sliding onto my shoulder. I moved it off me, back onto the floor as I sat up, licking my lips and tasting my mom's tart cum. Most of it had spilled down her butt and into her dress, probably into the sofa as well. I eased my finger out of her and sniffed it, and the scent was familiar and pleasing. She wasn't much different than any other girl and I liked the taste as I sucked the cum off my finger and swallowed it.
She'd gone back to sleep and I knew I was being stupid, but I didn't have a choice. All I could think about was knocking her up. Not just fucking my own mother, but putting a baby inside her. It was my mission in life and when I looked at her now, vulnerable and fertile and ready for a my hard cock and potent sperm, I couldn't walk away. It would be bad, almost evil maybe, like the ultimate taboo or whatever. Incest, that's the word, and I'd father my own sister or brother, but...Nobody would ever know.
Mom would think my dad had knocked her up. She'd blame him and he wouldn't remember fucking her, but they'd never suspect me. They were drunk. Mom was passed out and Dad could hardly make it to the bed. People did all kinds of stuff when they were hammered, right? Stuff they didn't remember the next morning. Stuff they wouldn't ever do if they were sober, like fucking without a condom. Mom would be mad. I knew she didn't want a baby, but only because it might mess up her career. We could afford one. Dad talked about it sometimes, like how he wished they had more kids, but Mom always cut him off at the knees.
Yeah, I thought, Dad would be confused, but he'd be happy, too. Mom would be pissed, but I didn't really care. She deserved it. That was the clencher for me, as if I needed one. I wanted to punish my mom for being so unfair about me and Julie. I wanted to hurt her, but not really hurt her, just...punish her. I'd get to watch her tummy get big, even listen to it and feel it, and share in the excitement. Mom would have to keep it, I had no doubts about that. My dad was a doctor, except he was just a dentist, but still, he hated abortion and Mom would never, ever talk him into letting her get one.
All those thoughts went through my head at light speed. Like it was all intuitive or something. It had to be, because I'd already pushed down my boxers and my cock was as long, thick, and hard as it had ever been with my little girlfriends. This would be better than bunning Lisa. Better than getting a blowjob from her mom. Even better than playing musical twins with Stacy and Angie. The only thing that might possibly compare was making love to Jules, but only because I knew in my heart that I loved her. We were supposed to be together, Julie and me, and Mom should have known that.
"Shhhh..." I breathed, but only because I was impossibly nervous. It was more of a precautionary shush than a practical one, like a prayer. Please, God, don't let her wake up!
I couldn't really fuck my mom the way I wanted to. If I'd had a choice, I would have put her long legs over my shoulders, driving my cock as deep into her pussy as I could while I kissed her pouting lips. That probably would have woken her up though, and the couch was big enough, but it would have been sorta awkward, too. No, I had to do it a different way, and since I was already on the edge of my first orgasm in eight days, all I had to do was get the head of my cock inside her pussy. Even that proved to be kind of hard, and I risked waking her up as I turned her hips, pulling Mom's butt to the edge of the sofa.
She seemed bent, sorta, at an awkward angle, but it couldn't be helped. At least this way I could kneel on the carpet and the head of my cock was right there. I held the shaft in my hand, rubbing the head of my dick up and down her slit. Mom's hole was down low, right near the very bottom, and I held my breath as I pushed it slowly inside. Fuck! She was tight, too. If my finger had felt her pussy squeezing it, my much thicker penis felt the pressure even more. I almost came just forcing the smooth glans through the mouth of her sex, but I didn't.
I didn't fuck her either, I just started jerking off. I had enough dick that I could stroke it with my fist, not as far as I wanted to, but that was okay. I wasn't going to last but 30 seconds anyhow. I had my dick inside my mom! I tried to hold it back, my sperm, I mean. I thought about school, about math, which I hate. I imagined kissing Vicky Myers, the ugliest girl I could think of. Licking her pimply face and fucking her 300 pound pussy, that seemed so gross, I'd never cum! But it didn't work. My mom's pussy felt like a furnace and her juices were leaking around my cock. I could feel the wetness and smell her arousal. I had to keep my eyes open, staring at her gorgeous face, and...
"Ugh!" I gasped and let go of my dick, shoving it inside her as far and fast as I could. It might wake her up, but I couldn't stop myself. My balls were jumping into my gut with every rapid pulse of my cock. The semen shot out of my body and into hers with a painful, pleasant rush of pure joy.
Mom made a noise, kind of a moan, or something like a grunt when I'd jammed my cock balls deep. Her body stiffened, maybe one of her legs kicked, but she didn't open her eyes. Even when I felt her cunt grabbing my spurting cock and squeezing it, there was only the rhythmic rise and fall of her perfect tits and the clasping of her sex. She didn't wake up, but Mom's body definitely knew she had a cock inside her. I think she might have been cumming again, to tell the truth, and I'd already figured out that girls have more than one kind of orgasm. Maybe this was like a tender, loving, dreamy orgasm, because her pussy milked my balls like a baby on a bottle.
Her womb drank my sperm and I'd given her a monster load. Way more than I'd ever given my girlfriends, even that first night when I'd fucked Julie in her bed. I'd only had three days worth of cum to give Jules, but I had more than a week's worth to give my mom. I really hoped she was glad she'd grounded me, because I certainly was. At least for the moment. And my cock wasn't going to go soft, no way! Not with her pussy sucking on my dick and a lot more sperm just begging to fertilize her eggs.
I did fuck her then. Slowly, as carefully as you can imagine, I moved my hips. I pumped her pussy with long strokes, taking three or four seconds just to pull the glistening shaft free of her labia, and then a long, deep stroke back inside. Slow motion sex, that's what it was, and Mom started responding to that, much like she had when I'd been fingering her out. She started moving her hips, kinda twitching beneath me, and her lips found that sexy, barely there smile I'd seen before. Her breathing grew quicker, more shallow, and I saw her stiff nipples pointing at the ceiling.
We were making love, that's what it felt like. Fucking is hard and fast, just trying to get off and get out, but I wanted this to last as long as possible. I think Mom did, too, and I bet she thought she was dreaming. I leaned over her, wanting to kiss her just once with my cock inside her cummy hole, and I saw her eyelids moving the way they do when people are dreaming. That rapid eye movement thing, you know? I kissed her mouth and gave her some more tongue, but she still didn't kiss me back. I guess dreaming people don't do that, but she was definitely jerking her hips, rocking her pussy around my dick.
Mom was fucking someone in her sleep and I half-hoped she'd cum again, but mostly I was afraid that would really wake her up. I mean, if she had another huge one like before. The smaller ones were better, but I knew it wasn't up to me. I wasn't going to last long anyway, not when those slow strokes gave way to something more urgent. I fucked her with short, quick thrusts, barely pulling my dick out of her at all. I sat upright again, holding her right leg, stabbing my cock into the bottom of her pussy, and it felt like a race.
Could I get off again before Mom had a serious orgasm? The quicker I fucked her, the better it was for both of us, like one of those catch-22 deals. What felt good for me, felt good for her, and I really didn't want to get caught now! I mean, I'd already spunked her once. I should have quit while I was ahead. I could have fixed her dress, maybe covered her with a blanket, and gone back upstairs. Mission complete, right? But I had a greedy penis and selfish balls, and if one load of hot baby gravy was good, then two would be even better.
"David!" she gasped, cumming just a second before me. Or more likely it was Mom's orgasm that tripped mine, but either way...
Her legs closed around my waist, her arms went around my neck, and she pulled me into a seriously French kiss! Her eyes stayed closed, and obviously she thought I was Dad, so I kissed her back. I wriggled my tongue against hers while my cock spewed a fresh load of sperm into her quivering pussy. We were cumming together, making out with her hard nipples rubbing my chest. I couldn't believe she didn't know it was me, but just then I didn't really care either. Nothing else mattered except cumming and it's weird how that works, but true nonetheless. The end of the world would just have to wait until I finished getting a nut inside my mother's hot pussy.
Unfortunately, Armageddon came a little sooner than I hoped.
"Trent?" Mom blinked at me, but her eyes didn't seem able to focus too well. She kind of stared at my nose and then somewhere behind me, and then she closed them.
My mom really was pretty blitzed. She didn't let me go either, but only because she had another orgasm. I grunted as her knees tried to crush my ribs and then we were kissing again. Mom's tongue went crazy, licking me all over my face and then forcing its way into my mouth. She kissed like Stacy, sort of, except way more sloppy. She kissed like it really was the end of the world, groaning and bouncing her butt off the sofa, cumming around my cock as my own orgasm had mostly faded by then.
I didn't know if she was cumming despite the fact that it was me, or because she really got off on the idea of incest. All I knew was I'd fucked my mom and now had to get away. I'd cum twice and the excitement had started giving way to fear and guilt. A lot of guilt, actually, because I'd sorta raped my own mother, except I didn't really think of it like that. I'd fucked her, yeah, but I hadn't forced her. She'd liked it anyway, right? I mean, she was still cumming! Mom loved sex and you can't rape the willing, even if she had been sleeping through most of it.
Or something like that.
I wriggled free of her legs and arms, gently, but insistently as I pushed myself away from her. I pulled my cock free of her pussy, and I'd gotten pretty soft by then. Mom knew I'd fucked her. I had to run and I did. Her eyes were still closed and she wore a happy, dreamy smile on her flushed face. Her mouth was open and panting, her fingers lightly playing around her fat nipples, and she rubbed her wet thighs together as I grabbed my boxers. I didn't even put them on. I left her there like a coward, running tip-toe up the stairs and praying I didn't run into my dad on my way to my room. That's about the only thing that could have made the situation worse.
My only hope, and it was a thin one at best, would be if Mom didn't remember fucking me. Like, if she thought it was all a dream, riding her son's cock while her husband fucked her, then I'd be safe. She might feel guilty about it, but it was only a fantasy, so everything would be fine. Yeah, that's what would happen, I thought. Mom wouldn't honestly believe that I'd been the one kissing her. She probably couldn't even imagine a thing like making love to her little boy. That would be insane. And she was so drunk on tequila or whatever that she probably wouldn't remember any of it anyway.
There were all kinds of reasons for me not to worry. If Mom was half as good at denial and rationalization as I was, then I'd be safe. Except she was like the queen of practical, overflowing with common sense and face the music responsibility. She didn't believe in hiding from the truth. I was fucked, in more ways than one. But being fifteen, I was something of an optimist, too. I mean, you have to be at my age or you'd never even leave the house! All children are optimists, and teenage boys especially. It's the reason I had four hot girlfriends, five, if I counted Mom, and I sorta did because I'd nailed her! I'd creamed her pussy with two huge loads of babymaking love, so that sorta made her mine forever, I thought.
I was actually feeling a little proud of myself by the time I finally fell asleep. As long as I didn't wake up, my life would be perfect.