The next day, Sunday, Carol woke and realized she needed to talk to her son. The first thought she had on waking was of his visit the day before, and the upcoming one at noon. What they were doing couldn't be healthy for his marriage, and didn't follow the spirit of the venture...even though she honestly loved what they'd done. She thought about calling him to have them both over to discuss things, but Andy was coming over anyways...and maybe it would be better to get his take without his wife there.
Carol got out of bed, going about her usual routine, unable to stop thinking about Andy and his visit. When noon was imminent, she couldn't resist putting on her 'outfit', but put a robe on over top and waited for her son on the couch, instead of his room.
She could see the surprise on her son's face when he walked in the door. He was dressed the same way as the day before, but his shirt was a tank top, showing off his muscular arms.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
Carol smiled reassuringly. "Yes, everything's fine. Sit down for a bit, I just wanted to chat before..." She waved at the stairs.
He came and sat on the couch next to her. "What's up?"
"After yesterday, I realized I'm...I'm growing attached to what we're doing, to the connection I'm feeling with you. I actually had the thought that I didn't want to get pregnant, because I didn't want what we're doing to stop. I know it sounds awful, but I didn't intend for it to happen. I was thinking we could stop for a bit, or go back to the previous method..."
"Oh, Mom, no. Um...it's not just you. I'm feeling it, too, and honestly, if I didn't have to leave yesterday, I'd have stayed longer. I'm just happy you're enjoying our sessions, as it makes all of this much easier. Um, especially after yesterday, I found myself hoping it takes a while for you to get pregnant...and even once you do, well, we don't have to stop."
Carol's mouth dropped open. "Don't have to stop? Once I get pregnant, you have to go back to your wife. Even if you can't have intercourse, she must miss doing other things. She's holding back on being with you, to give this a better shot, you have to take care of her properly once I catch."
"Mom, Becca's not holding back."
"What? She must be."
"No...she's not." He looked resigned.
"I don't understand."
"Mom, she's just not interested in any of it. I guess the vaginismus makes her self conscious, or it's how she was raised, I don't know. All we do is kiss and hug, and not much of that. If I'd known about this before the wedding...but I've grown to accept it, because I love her."
"You're not intimate...at all?"
Andy shook his head. "When we were dating, she said she was waiting for marriage. Then we found out about her condition. I wanted to do other things, but she froze up there too. It always leads to her just, like, freaking out and leaving."
"I'm sorry, Andy, that must be...frustrating." A lightbulb went off in Carol's head. "I guess that explains why you didn't have an issue being ready to go that first time?"
"I mean..." he smiled a smile that made Carol's heart thump. "It helped, but I was still super nervous. I was just here to do my duty, but it was amazing. Ever since that first time, I was ready to go before walking in the door. Seeing you in my room every day, in your shirt and panties, is very exciting. I hope I'm not embarrassing you."
Carol shook her head, mute.
He went on, "You're so different from other girls. Seeing the wet spot in your panties when I take them off, knowing you're excited, is a huge ego boost. Then when we get started...you're so hot, and hearing your moans when I push inside...wow. I've never been with anyone like you. Yesterday was the most passion I've ever felt from a partner, and all I could think about was coming back here to do it again."
Carol was blushing hard now, and Andy's words had her tingling in all the right places. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. From the very start I've been so ashamed of my body's reaction to you, and when I climaxed the first time, bent over in your room, I was sure I was going to die. I couldn't help it! It felt so good...
you
felt so good."
Andy grinned. "The first time you moaned and tried to hide it, I felt so much better, knowing you were enjoying it. Each day, your reactions were more obvious, until...I felt like the king of the world when you came, mom, honestly."
"I was mortified. I almost called it all off."
"I'm glad you didn't." He reached out and took her hand, running her fingers through his.
"I guess...we're okay?" Carol searched her son's handsome face for any sign he was hiding his true feelings, but found none.
"More than okay," he said, squeezing her hand.
Carol felt her heart flutter at the touch, and knew she was ready. "I think it's time we went upstairs and made a baby." She stood and pulled him with her.
Leading him into his old room again, Carol stopped and dropped her robe, looking over her shoulder coquettishly. "Can you take my panties off?" she asked.
"It would be my pleasure," he said, staring at her round ass.
He dug his fingers into her waistband, pushing her panties down over her plump, round ass. He knelt down behind her, running them down her legs, and Carol watched in shock when he kissed her cheek with a big smooch, his bristly face scratching her soft skin.
"God, I love this ass," he said, low and husky. He kissed it again, moving from spot to spot, pressing his mouth into her flesh.
Carol purred, loving the feel of his warm mouth. The purr turned inquisitive when Andy reached up and pushed her shoulders, forcing her to bend over. He held onto her legs, and she had to reach out to the bed to stop from falling over.
"What are youoooohhhhmmyyyyyuhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Andy gripped her ass with both hands and pressed his face between her cheeks, burrowing into her crack until he found her rosebud and pressed his tongue into it.
Carol had never had anyone do this to her before, and cried out in shame and pleasure. She squirmed, and he reached one arm around her legs to hold her steady. Pinned, she could only moan and wriggle under the onslaught of her son's tongue on her asshole. When he moved down, she knew she was lost, and his forever. His wide tongue split her labia and speared into her vagina.
"Aannnddyyyyyy!" she screeched, as her son buried his face in her twat, locking his lips on her clit and sucking, hard.
His big hands clamped onto her thighs, strong arms easily holding her in place, and commenced a writhing, licking, flicking assault on her pleasure bud. It had been so long...she'd forgotten what a man's tongue could do. Carol couldn't move or get away, and his slathering, massaging, penetrating tongue kept going, forcing her to give into the moment. She came, juices flowing from her clenching, pulsing vagina, dripping down her thighs and all over her son's face. He didn't let up until she begged him to stop.
Andy slowly released his hold on her thighs, letting her collapse on the bed, ass jiggling with the impact. Carol just breathed, quivering from the after-effects of her monstrous orgasm. A few minutes later Andy lay down next to her.
"Sorry," he murmured, putting his hand on her back. He smelled like soap, so must have gone to wash his face.
"Don't ever apologize for that," she whispered, between breaths.
"I could have warned you," he said.
"I might have said no, and that would have been a crime," she said, with a small smile. "I guess we still have a job to do." She slowly rolled onto her back.
Andy rolled into her, leaning in to suckle a hard nipple.
Carol cooed, cradling his head. "You can do anything you want with that mouth, anytime you want, but for now, come here." She pulled at him, urging him between her spread legs, lost in the feeling of giving herself to him.
Still on her high, the fertile mother watched as her son kneeled over her, his impressive penis jutting towards her. Sure that she would never get used to the sight, she sighed when he entered her slick vagina in one smooth, easy motion.
"Ohhhhh, you're making me go againnnn." she keened, cunt bearing down on her son's cock.
Andy pulled out, her cunt gripping him tight, forcing him to push hard to re-enter, forcefully spreading her open. "Mom," he gasped. "I'm going to come."
"Good. Come in me, Son. Come in your mommy. Make your baby." The feel of his mushroom head pressing into her cervix sent tingles throughout her pelvis, and she could swear she felt his first blast of semen hit the target.
A moment of surrealism hit Carol then. It was seeing her son above her, his weight pressed into her pelvis, his face contorted with the force of his orgasm, and knowing he was deliberately impregnating her. He was injecting his seed into his mother, an act of incest rejected by the entire world, and she loved it.
After several pulsating ejaculations, Andy fell forward onto her, letting her wrap her legs and arms around him and hold him close. When he stirred, he lifted his head up from her chest, looking down at her.
Carol had the sudden urge to kiss him, so lifted her head and planted her mouth on his. He returned the kiss eagerly, slipping his tongue into her mouth to touch hers. It was the perfect end to explosive sex, and they kissed for several minutes, mouths duelling and tasting, biting and sucking.
It should have been weird, but Carol had never felt happier at that moment. She was tired, but in a good way. Andy moved down to her chest, sucking at her tits, taking as much boob flesh in his mouth as he could. She watched, enjoying the suction and thinking of when his son would do the same thing. Becca was sure of a girl; Carol now knew it would be a boy, just like her Andy. Her first boy continued to pleasure her breasts until he lifted up, and they both watched as his penis grew to full size between them.
They didn't say a word, he simply slipped his hard cock back into her drenched pussy. They made out some more while he slowly fucked her, until he came again, shuddering over top of her. Carol didn't come, but was happy to have him in her, to have him finish and then lay with her before heading back to his wife.
When he had left, she realized that he'd never really acknowledged things would have to go back to normal when she got pregnant. The thought filled her with sadness all over again, but she reminded herself she wasn't pregnant yet.
***
Carol went to work the next day, feeling like she was on cloud nine. Coworkers noticed and commented on how happy she was, and she could only agree with them. It was all she could do to keep her mind on her tasks, and not on the memory of lying with her son.
After two wonderful sessions with Andy, Carol couldn't wait for that afternoon. Would he be able to stay, or would it be a quickie?
Just when life hands you two days of great sex, it backhands you for daring to ask for more. Linda, her boss, came to Carol just before she was done for the day.
"Carol, we've got an issue and it looks like you're the only one who can fix it. Remember the order you had a little oopsy with a few weeks ago?"
Carol nodded, dreading what was coming next.
"It turns out the wrong information was sent with the order and the install was flubbed. The client needs you to head to their office and help with a proper install...and talk to the auditors looking into the root causes."
"They need a scapegoat?" Carol guessed.
"They need a scapegoat."
