Two hours and change. A short drive if you're in the midwest. A hop, a trot, a brief sojourn for April- which I observe through her location sharing.
I lay on my side, wholly nude, Lee spooning me. He was drained, physically and emotionally, from the night before. I could still feel dregs of his seed inside me when I shifted, slippery and foreign, but undoubtedly pleasurable, and hopefully virile.
For a moment, I imagined Lee's child taking root inside me, a cluster of cells implanting, multiplying, growing into a beautiful baby in the red warmth of my uterus.
During my time in OB, I frequently stepped out of examinations with a dripping wet pussy. Flynn, my boss and future ex-husband, would mount me at the start and end of each day, barely able to contain his erection. It was a bit of an open secret in the community that many nurses and doctors had breeding kinks, which led to a lot of hilarity around conventions and class reunions.
And, you know, my children.
And my current situation...
I mused, dropping my phone to the night stand. I pushed backwards with my ass, feeling Lee's cock trapped between my cheeks. I carefully shifted my hips to bring him back to attention, up and down, back and forth.
"It's time to wake up, baby." I coaxed with my words as well as my motions, feeling my son stir. His strong arm closed around me, like a bridle to a bucking mare, holding me close.
"Mom I- We shouldn't..." I froze at his words. Judging by the sperm in my uterus, this was a newfound appreciation for the sexual dividers between mother and son.
"It seems to me, young man, that we're already a little ways past 'shouldn't', don't you think?" I gave a suggestive wiggle, simultaneously shaking my tits (which his hand found, almost subconsciously), and rubbing his manhood back to full attention, eliciting a groan. He stopped me again, his arm muscles standing out beautifully with the effort of keeping me still. His penis still throbbed between my buttcheeks, hot and almost unbearably sexy. I could feel myself getting excited at the thought of him sliding back into me.
"I slept on it, and it's wrong, what we did-" Lee was nothing if not persistent.
"A little hypocritical from someone grabbing my tits." I gave the barest hint of another wiggle. "And grinding their cock against my ass." I felt him pulse against me. For all his protestations, he wasn't pulling away, the coolness of my duel globes obviously inviting enough to keep him trapped between them.
"It feels good, but we can't do it again." He stated it with seeming confidence, and I even felt him move his hips backwards, although his hands stayed on the breasts which fed him as a baby.
Is he truly trying to stop, or does he just need permission?
Either way, I was going to give him the push he needed.
"Do you remember the
Birds and the Bees?
" I could tell the question caught him off guard. "I remember you and April were
so
awkward about it." He bit his lip, as if remembering April for the first time. He'd already bred his sister, what was his mother, who he'd been fucking happily all night long?
"It seems like you skipped a couple of lessons." His voice shivered, almost a laugh, but I could tell it was nerves, trepidation.
Permission from mommy it is.
"I actually did miss exactly two, do you want to hear them?" I grasped his hand, feeling the other creep underneath my torso. Shifting, I allowed him to grasp both my breasts in heaping handfuls. "You can touch them one last time, then just get up and leave once I'm done, I promise." My tone was playful, but sincere. I'd surely let him leave if he still wanted to, but it wasn't my intention to let his momentary lapse in arousal become anywhere near permanent.
"I guess if you're sure..." His hands squeezed, and I gave a moan of appreciation in response, indicating my confirmation. I could feel a chill against my labia, my wetness craving penetration.
"The
birds
are about ovulation, a woman's ability to create life. We keep our eggs inside, which is hard for kids to understand, so that's where we get the
bees
- fertilization via pollen." I was matter-of-fact, almost dry, like a professor at recitation, but I inched my ass backwards, feeling Lee stiffen as I reclaimed his member with my supple, welcoming rear.
"Mom-" He growled, but I pushed forward with my words, and backward with my body.
"But after you learn about the mechanics,
how
these things happen, you have to learn about what you
should
be doing." My voice was husky, and I shifted my shoulders around, craning my neck to hold him with my gaze. "That's what you guys found out by yourself, what I like to call the
bunnies
and the
fleas
." Lee snorted. It appropriately sounded like something I just made up. I paused, looking expectantly at him.
"Because bunnies like sex?" He queried, earning a quick kiss, something I knew he wouldn't resist. My lips were dry, I licked them as we came together, causing our tongues to dart together, sharing our morning breath and saliva in equal measure, the latter being
much
more desirable.
"They don't call it
fucking like rabbits
for nothing." I bit my lip, my eyes darting down to his muscular chest, eliciting a flush up his neck. "Sex should be positive, sex should be something you
