As she leaned over the pool table, he walked up behind her. Spreading her legs with his knees, he positioned his cock and when she made the shot, he roughly slammed into her sodden pussy. She dropped the cue, moaning, laying her head down on the fleecy green felt. He held her hips steady while he fucked her hard and steady. He had cum in her earlier, but the sight of her, bent over the table, her nether regions peeking out from between her legs, had revived his dick in an instant; he had to take her again. She was tight, but slick as he pounded through her flesh, her breathtaking scent, floating up to encompass him. Her natural aroma was as perfume to him. Then he felt it, a tremor in her legs and he knew she was on the verge of climax.
Her bottom lowered as she tensed, so he lifted her hips for a better angle, his pelvis smacking against her back side, his dick forcing apart the walls of her sweet pink heaven. Spasms began deep within her, and then wracked her body. The muscles of her cunt clenched at and released his straining member; she was cumming. Relentlessly, never slowing, he pummeled her as she cried out.
"Oh, God!! Honey, I love you! Yes, don't....stop! Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh, baby yes!!"
He didn't utter a word, just kept his tempo.
"AHhh....ahhhh..." she was almost screaming as she came again, in gasping breaths, shoving herself back at him to take the full brunt of his intensity.
He was so excited, he'd never gone so long in her before, and like a switch, that thought made his balls tingle. His own peak was imminent. Administering several blistering strokes, he readied himself, as she rocked backward on him. Bam, bam, BAM....
"AHHHHHHHhhhhhh, oh, JEEZ!" He yelled. Hot, creamy sperm erupted from his cock in several jet like streams. He shook and trembled, almost losing his balance. Splicking sounds emanated from their union as he continued, stopping only when he was spent.
Collapsing on her back, he nuzzled her neck with soft, tender kisses. Then whispered, "I love you Mom."
She responded, "I love you too honey."
As she laid across the table, her body's hunger sated, she regained her composure and then with the reliability of a Swiss clock, her other child entered her mind. She had better go check the baby. Suzy had been down for hours and rarely woke up, but Laura would do it anyway, once Ricky stood up. He was still breathing hard on her back, he'd be ready to move in a few minutes, his cock was softening and slipping out of her now.
"I know Mom. I'm getting up. You want to go check Suzy." Ricky laughed. She was so predictable. Suzy never woke up but Mom would need to check her anyway. He straightened up and pulled the rest of the way out. Again, the fragrant aroma wafted from her body. He consciously took an extra breath.
Laura turned to her son, a beautiful 19 year old, stood on tip toe to kiss him, smiled then grabbed up his t-shirt from the floor, sliding it on as she walked out of the room. Suzy was only eight months old, an unexpected but welcome surprise. Even mores so since her husband's untimely death shortly after the stick turned blue. Laura had almost lost the baby, probably from the shock of losing him. It had been touch and go until about the 5th month of her pregnancy, when her body, seemingly, settled into it. Ricky had been such a comfort through it all. In the grips of her sorrow, she often cried herself to sleep. Hearing her sobs, Ricky would often lay down with her until she fell asleep. This, despite the fact he was in his first year of college and had to get up early for classes. She welcomed his presence in her bed, his arms around her, shielding her physically and mentally from her pain and fear. The truth of it was, he drew strength from her as well. Those were very innocent and loving beginnings, leading to a path neither could have predicted.
Once she had gotten past the crisis, she thought he would want his own space back. Laura waited for the night to come, when he wouldn't slip in; but it never came and truthfully, she didn't want it to. One night, they were laying spooned together, his arm over her ever increasing belly, in the quiet darkness.
"Oh my gosh! Ricky, did you feel that?" Laura couldn't help herself. The baby kicked hard.
"Oh yeah! I did! Is that normal?"
"Yes silly. Babies kick and roll around more at night, when their moms are resting."
"I didn't know that. Cool!"
She knew from that moment, she never wanted him out of her bed. They were bonding in some heretofore unknown way. He was becoming a partner and surrogate Daddy for her unborn child. In that small moment of sharing the baby's movement, everything changed.
Laura silently opened Suzy's door, poking her head in, listening hard for the soft constant breathing of her precious child. There it was. All was well and Laura exhaled, withdrawing from the room. She headed back to the family room where she found Ricky shirtless but with his jeans on. He was picking up her clothing. It had been strewn across the room in the heat of their earlier passion. They were very much like a married couple when alone with each other. Well, more like a newlywed couple. She rolled that word around in her head, newlywed, but she knew that could never be.
While she was pregnant, their relationship grew incredibly closer than the usual mother and son, but there still existed a wall. However, underpinnings started to crumble once Suzy was born, in fact the day she was born.
They were ecstatic when the day arrived with Ricky serving as a Lamaze coach, helping her to breathe and even cutting the cord. Nobody outside the two of them questioned his presence or dedication to his mother. Most believed it to be healthy and a natural event since they had both lost their loved one. Of course he would stand in and help his mother, who else would be more appropriate than her son? Everyone was very proud of him. Unconsciously, he was doing more than standing in, he was assuming a new role. The baby brought out his paternal instincts; at first anyway.
A few months after Suzy's birth, Laura and Ricky were relaxing one afternoon. The baby was 2 months old, sleeping through the night and her naps were very regular. On this day, she had missed her morning nap due to an appointment. Laura put her down for what she determined would be one fairly long nap, however, it had been 3 hours and still no sign Suzy was getting up anytime soon. It had been 5 hours since she had last nursed, having given the baby a bottle in the car, she didn't want to suckle the child before she laid her down. Now, Laura's tits were becoming engorged. She could express, but didn't want to fill a bottle; she needed the stimulation of nursing to maintain her milk. Waking up a sleeping baby is always a mistake, so Laura would have to wait her out.
As she lay on the couch with her "jugs of milk" becoming more full by the minute, she moaned. "Suzy, for the love of God, wake up and get this out of me."
