There are a lot of boys out there who desire to possess their mothers, even to impregnate them. I am one of those boys. I'm eighteen years old and I want to fuck a baby into my own mother.
She's not a fox. Don't get me wrong. Although her physical statistics aren't at all impressive, in my eyes she's the most beautiful woman on Earth. She's got wide hips and large breasts with long fat rubbery nipples.
To put it succinctly, she's built for making and feeding babies...my babies. I've wanted her since I was fifteen, and three years is a long time to wait for an opportunity to achieve one's life's goal.
One day, it finally and literally, fell into my lap. Mom had gone out with a couple of other middle-aged single moms. They ended went to a Chippendale kind of male stripper review, had fun with their dollar bills, and ended up drunk as a bunch of skunks.
When they brought her home, two of them escorted mom from the curb into the house and deposited her on my lap as I was sitting on the couch.
Mom was all but unconscious. She was also as horny as a ten-pussied nanny goat in heat. As she laid there stretched out over me, eyes half-open, she was rubbing my cock through my jeans and turning it into a 9" piece of steel. After 5 minutes of that, I could have rammed a hole in a sewer lid. I guess she thought she was still back at the club.
So, I started to fondle her. I started on her tits, and got her blouse undone. Then I moved up under her dress to her crotch and pulled her panties aside to find her soaking wet. I began playing with her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other until she was gushing in spasms. As she wound down from her first orgasm, I worked her panties down below her knees and pulled her bra up off her large breasts.
After two more mild orgasms, she pulled at my wrist and wrestled me on top of her. She still didn't recognize me, and I was finally going to become one very well fucked teenager.
To be honest, it didn't matter to me. I was going to dump the biggest load of my short life as deeply as I could in my own mother's pussy. I wanted her to be dripping sperm for at least a week...and pregnant with my baby.
I fucked her until she was unconscious, then I fucked her until dawn. I'm guessing a little here, but I think I left at least five loads at maximum depth inside her. I knew there were billions of my little swimmers in her fertile womb.
When I was worn out, I reassembled her bra and blouse and neatened her up, then put a blanket overtop her. I found her panties under the couch and stuffed them into her purse. Without bothering to clean up the mess pouring out of her thoroughly fucked pussy, I shoved a couch throw pillow under her ass to hold her up at an angle and went to bed.
When I got up in the morning, she was still sleeping on the couch. A quick peek showed my crusty dried semen still ringing her pussy lips, down her thighs and ass cheeks. I went and made some bacon and eggs, and of course a pot of coffee.
When I finished, I woke mom up and set her plate, mug, and glass of OJ on the coffee table; then went into the kitchen and ate my breakfast. When I was done, I rinsed my plate and the cooking pans, and started the dishwasher.
I heard my mom scream, "OHHH MY GAWD!!! N-O-O-O-O-O!!!" All I heard after that was a rapid stomping up the stairs and the bathroom shower coming on.
The shower didn't turn off for almost twenty minutes. When I went upstairs a few minutes later, I heard mom in her bedroom. She was crying even harder than she did when dad got himself killed.
I knocked on her door and she called me in. Her eyes were all red and puffy and tears were still streaming from her eyes. I asked her what had her so upset, already knowing the answer.
"Somebody fucked me last night without a condom. His sperm is in my pussy, in my womb. I might be pregnant."
"If you didn't want it, then why did you go there with a bunch of horny women and let that happen to yourself?" I asked. Then I had a better idea. It was brilliant. My dad hadn't married her for her brains, and this actually had an outside chance of working.
"Never mind, mom. That doesn't matter. What does matter is who the father of the baby is or will be. Do you know who or even how many men you had inside you last night?"
"I don't remember much of anything between getting there and waking up today."
"Then you need to call your friends and find out what they know."
"Yes. That's what I need to do. Thank you so much. You are so mature for your age."
"Sure, mom. No problem."
An hour and a bunch of hurried phone calls later, mom showed up at my door and asked to come in. She told me her friends had all noticed that she'd gotten up and disappeared down the hallway to the bathroom about every half-hour or so, but they were too busy tipping the guys to follow her. That isn't like women to go to the john alone. They always drag somebody with them.
Anyway, the gist was that mom had disappeared from view multiple times for half-hour increments. That suited my purpose perfectly.
"Mom, if you're on birth control, why are you worried? Is it because of STDs or something?"
"But I'm not on birth control, and they came inside me. This is the worst time of the month for this to happen. I could be pregnant or have an STD, or both. I don't know. I just don't know what to do."
"Well, you can have an abortion, you can keep the baby, or you can adopt it out after it has latched onto your nipple. Or, maybe you can avoid that by having a baby with dad's genes, at least some of them, instead."
"I don't understand. How can I possibly do that? Your father is dead."
"Simple. 90% of men's' sperm is designed to kill other men's' sperm. Only 10% actually goes after the egg. And dad isn't the only person on this planet with his genes, or at least half of them."
"But who......? Oh no, he was an only child. There isn't anyone else with his genes."
