Chapter 2 – Eric need a release
As I tried to recover from my intense orgasm, and struggled to come to grips with my massive guilt, Eric began to climb up between my thighs, positioning himself to enter his mommy's wet and dilated pussy. His massive erection swinging proudly in front of him as he approached me. He had not cum yet; and he needed to do so. But I could not allow him to fuck me, that was too much. I just couldn't cross that line.
But after Eric had just given me one of the most power orgasms of my life, I could not leave him unsatisfied, frustrated, with this raging hard on. I would have to take care of my son some way.....I knew I needed to give him his release.....but he could not fuck me....it would simply be too risky, and too wrong.
I tried to close my thighs to prevent him from entering me as I contemplated my limited options; but Eric was already between my thighs and his torso prevented me from closing my legs. I was open and available. In my current position, with my vagina so wet and so very dilated, Eric would have no trouble taking me if he so chose. I needed to redirect the activity, quickly....I would take care of my son orally, as he had taken care of me moments earlier.
"Come here, baby, and let me take care of you with my mouth." I beckoned him to come up to me and allow me to suck his magnificent erect penis.
But instead of climbing up towards my head, Eric continued to climb up between my legs, into position to enter me with his penis. His rigid cock bobbed up and down as he approached me. I with my lust already sated by a series of intense orgasms, brought on by my son's mouth and fingers, I was thinking a bit more clearly now. I knew that intercourse was out of the question. In addition to all the moral issues, the fact was since I had not been sexually active in any way for over 7 months, I was not currently on the pill.
"Oh baby, we can't do that. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. You can't fuck your mommy."
My comments did not deter my son. He continued to position himself between my legs, grabbing me ankles and raising them up, forcing me to lay back with my wet pussy open and vulnerable to him. There was nothing I could do to physically stop him as his erection waved proudly between my open legs.
On one level, I did want to take him inside me, the temptation was real and powerful. But I knew we just could not do that, not now; not without protection.
"Mom, I just want to feel inside of you. I want you to be my first." He said as his penis bounced against my opening.
With Eric holding my legs above his shoulders, forcing me on my back with my pussy open and available, I tried to reason with my son. "Baby, I want that too, but you can't. I am not even on the pill. You can't go inside me, you could get me pregnant. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. I promise I will take good care of you, just not this way...."
I was pleading now. Suddenly, I felt less drunk now, I had been shocked into semi-sobriety.
"Mom, I won't cum inside you. Just let me go inside for a second." His erection was bumping against my wet and open vulva as we debated the issue. I was dilated and very lubricated. He could be inside me in an instant with only a quick thrust of his hips. I knew it and he knew it.
Damn I wanted to take him inside me too; I did want to be his 'first'; to have him lose his virginity in the very same vagina that bore him. But I could not take the chance; not unprotected at least. The last time I succumbed to allowing a teenage boy enter me without protection, I got pregnant, and Eric was the result. I could not run the risk of being pregnant by my own son. No, I just couldn't.
Although I was still very drunk from the large amount of vodka and OJ I had consumed that evening, I was not so drunk that I did not recognize the serious risk of pregnancy if I allowed my son to enter me. Recognizing this may be the only rational thought or my only exercise of good judgment I had that evening.
"No baby, not tonight, not now, not without protection. Please not like this." I was pleading now. "Please don't take me like this. You don't want to take me without my permission, please don't do that." I was starting to cry once again.