Monday morning dawned a little brighter than normal. There was a song in the air, an enhanced hue to the colours. Caleb swore that at one point, several bright blue birds flew in the window, sang a tune to serenade him in the shower, and then flew out. Cinderella had nothing on him.
As he dressed for school, the final week of his high school career, he couldn't help but feel good about, well, pretty much everything. He had woken up in his bed and rolled over, feeling for his mom, but found the space where she had 'slept' empty. He figured they had had about 3 hours of sleep all told.
After she had woken his dick by playing with his nipple, (and where had that come from?) they had fucked again, slowly, and then fallen asleep together in his bed. At one point he had woken up to find his mom bent over his waist, her lips wrapped around his dick. She smiled when she saw he was awake and climbed on top of him. They had done it even slower that time. The rest of the night felt like a sex dream, and it probably was, but the effect on his mood was immeasurable.
He walked into the kitchen, ready to greet his mother the way you greet a lover.
She was at the counter and saw him enter, quickly preempting his greeting, saying, "Hey! Look who's home!" A gesture to the table.
Caleb turned and saw his dad.
"Hey, Dad! Welcome back, did you have a good time?"
His dad shrugged a bit. "It was fine. Restful, in any case."
Caleb could practically feel his mom rolling her eyes.
"Well good, glad to have you home."
"Thanks. At least someone is happy I'm home," his dad grumbled.
Caleb quickly grabbed a granola bar and ducked out the door. No way was he going to stick around to hear them have it out.
He felt for his dad. It had to be tiring and frustrating to have his wife pester him over and over about having another kid, when he couldn't provide one for her. She had better smooth it over, as they needed to keep having sex to cover the inevitable pregnancy. No immaculate conception here.
The thought of his mom and sex soon drove any thoughts of his father out of his head.
Over the course of the day, his initial energy waned as his late night activities caught up with him. Mentally he was still buzzing, as he was continually replaying what they had done together. It got to the point where he had to excuse himself to go to the washroom to 'calm down'.
By the end of the day, Caleb had moved on to the future. Contemplating what was next. Was one night enough? Would his mom want to fuck him until she was pregnant? Could they do that with his dad back home? By the time Caleb was headed home, he was feeling fairly anxious about it all. He supposed in the end it was all in his mom's hands.
After school he tried to keep his thoughts under control; maintain a level of normality. It was difficult, and he was forced to adjust himself to a better angle as he dropped off his bag in the hallway at home. It would be a few hours yet before his mom,
his lover
, was home from work, and he was going to be hard pressed not to jerk off while waiting.
Walking into his room, the first thing he noticed was a sort of funky smell. His dad hadn't set foot in his room in a couple years, but he knew his mom would appreciate a fresh room, and fresh sheets, so he got to work opening a window and changing his bed. It distracted him for a bit, but soon the thought of them in his bed got him hard all over again. He pushed down on his dick, relishing the wave of sexual energy that resulted.
Thinking of his mom got him speculating all over again about what they would do going forward. He fluctuated between two extremes: they would never do it again, and they would do it constantly. It got to the point where he gave up and went to play a video game to take his mind off of it all.
This helped to distract him, so much so that he didn't hear his mom come home at all. When she knocked on his door frame he almost fell out of his chair.
She laughed, and said, "Hey, Jumpy. How was school?"
School was so far outside his realm of thought that he short-circuited for a second. "Umm, school... uhhh, it was fine... how was work?"
"Good! Got lots done today," she said.
Sitting down on his bed, she said, "Oh, did you change your sheets? Good idea, I forgot to mention it. What did you do with the dirty ones?"
"I washed them. They're folded and put away."
His mom raised both eyebrows up high. "Well. Good job."
They sat there in slightly awkward silence. Caleb wanted to move to the bed to join her, but it felt like an obvious 'move'. His mom just sat on the bed, watching him with a smile, apparently happy to wait for him. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Soooo... what now?" he asked.
"Do you mean 'what now' regarding your help getting me pregnant?" she replied.
It was out there. He nodded.
"Well, I'm not taking any chances. I'm going to need your help until the doctor confirms I'm pregnant."
"Ummm, I'm totally happy to do that, but Dad's home. It's going to be hard having sex in my room with him here. Do we have to wait for him to be out of town? I'm already pent up a bit, even after last night. That's another question: should I be saving it all for you, or can I relieve myself when I need to?"
"Uh, well, don't wait for me if you're feeling pent up," she said with a smile. "You have more than enough to get the job done, based on what I've seen." She winked as she said this, and he felt his cheeks get hot.
"We'll have to work around your Dad, that will be the hard part. We'll manage." She paused, tucking her hair behind an ear. "I was thinking today, at work. Remember my conflict with what we're doing?"
Caleb nodded.
"I've decided that, despite how much you turn me on, and despite how much fun we had last night, once I'm confirmed to be pregnant, we stop - cold turkey. Your job is done. Got it?"
