Pure Love World

CHAPTER 5: MARRIAGE > MOTHERHOOD

Max watched white viscous fluid ooze out of his always strict and studious mother, right from where he was born. At that moment, she was a woman, the woman he filled with cum. And it happened because of one stupid wish.

Fortuna gently stroked her breasts, relishing the sensation of her insemination and the feeling of warmth inside her, before finally waking up from her post-orgasmic state.

"I need to get ready; your father is waiting. I'm already very late as it is." Liquid began to leak onto the floor as Fortuna started to change. She hurried into the shower and Max glanced at her and once again noticed her two large tight fleshy red ass ovals.

"Max, throw the covers in the wash," she said in her motherly commanding tone and disappeared. Max sat on the edge like that, naked, unable to come to his senses.

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Josh took another sip of wine, his cheeks red, and the noise in the restaurant faded into the background. His glasses sat crookedly on the tip of his nose, ready to fall into the scraps left on his plate.

"Hic..." Josh wiped his bearded chin and noticed someone had sat down next to him. The empty chair was finally filled by a woman.

"Sorry I'm late," Fortuna set her purse aside, her face just as red as Josh's, dressed in a light dress with a slight neckline.

"I called... 29... hic... times, Fortuna," Josh adjusted his glasses, looking over his wife and her flushed face.

"I was busy. Okay?!" His wife snapped as if it were Josh's fault and not hers.

John sighed and looked over to where a young man was sitting with his mother, the two of them flirting while sipping wine.

"Freaking disgusting... damn idiot," Josh muttered.

"What did you say?" Fortuna, a bit more composed now, asked as the waiter filled her empty glass with wine.

"I said, idiot!" Josh said as the waiter left. "Max. You were with Max, right? That damned... bastard. I loved him, and now he... now you two."

"Are you out of your mind?" Fortuna flared up in anger and shock, though she could still feel the warmth of Max's seed lingering inside her. "Max is my son. I would never have allowed him to cross that line."

Josh nervously took another sip of wine, a long, hungry gulp. "You never wanted kids. You never wanted him. You hate children because they get in the way of your career. Do you seriously love Max now?"

"I've always loved Max!"

"You couldn't even congratulate him on his eighteenth birthday!"

"Oh, believe me, I congratulated him. And he won't forget his birthday gift for a long time." Fortuna took another nervous sip of wine, draining her glass completely. Her heart was racing.

Josh rubbed his eyes, red from exhaustion and alcohol. Blood boiled in his veins.

"Sweetheart." He tried to soften his tone. "I want to save our marriage. I still love you, and I understand that I'm often away, and you're always busy with work, but I love you and want to keep our love alive. Do you understand?"

He took her hand.

"How can we rekindle our old love, Forty?" Josh touched her wedding ring on the finger. "When was the last time we were together, feeling each other warmth? If you know what I mean."

Fortuna lowered her eyes in shame and took a sip of wine, trying to drown her guilt.

"Do you remember how good things were when we were young? When we were 25? I want to imagine we're 25 again. How about tonight?"

"No, not tonight," she suddenly said, and Josh gave her a strange look. She imagined him entering her, with Max's semen still inside her. "I... I need to prepare. How about Friday? I'll be ready. I want to try again too, Josh. I do."

Josh smiled and exhaled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Friday it is. Thank you." He took a final sip of his wine, emptying the glass. "And one more thing about Max. He is 18, already an adult, and you... You and him. He's young, and he can do a lot of foolish things, things that might destroy what's already cracking. You don't want us to stop being a family, do you?"

She looked at her empty glass and then at Josh again. "What do you want from me?"

"Just don't let Max cross any lines. That's all I'm asking."

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The next day after school, Derek stopped by Max's house.

"Hello, Mrs. Satterlee," Derek barely managed to say before Max dragged him into the room, closing the door behind them.

"You're going to tear my arm off," Derek said casually as he sat by the window with a small bag, looking well-rested.

"I figured out what happened, Derek," Max said, sitting across from him.

"Oh yeah? And what happened?" Derek pulled a joint from his bag and handed it to Max. "Here, relax a bit."

"No, thanks. I'm talking about mothers... about sons and mothers."

"Yeah?" Derek lit a joint, blowing smoke out the window. "About sons and mothers?"

"I made a wish on my birthday when a star was falling and..." Max looked into his friend's tired high eyes. "Why am I even telling you this? You won't believe me anyway. You're part of this new world. The bond between a mother and son wasn't normal before."

Derek nodded. "Right. Mothers didn't love their sons before. Yeah, I believe that." Derek took another drag. "Admit it; are you on something, Max? What's going on?"

"It doesn't matter, forget it. I just want to wait for the evening today and make a wish again. I want to look at the stars to turn everything back. To try again."

"You want to look at the stars?" Derek glanced at the clear blue sky. "Yeah, that's exactly it after a joint. I'll be in the right condition by that time."

They chatted about all sorts of things, locked in the room, waiting for the star sky.

"I still envy you a little with your Mom. She's great," Derek took another drag, watching the sunset. "Mine keeps rejecting me and spends all her time with my father. I probably won't ever even get a blowjob again, let alone get access to the honeypot. I have a few bottles of

whiskey

and some

sleeping pills

. Maybe I'll just get Dad drunk and get Mom while he sleeps. I want her honeypot so much!"

Max blushed and, rubbing his head, said, "What if I told you I managed to... get my Mom's honeypot?"

Derek's eyes widened a bit as he slapped his friend on the shoulder. "No way! Really? Motherfucker. Literally. Nice one! How did you...? Did you enjoy it?"

Max awkwardly nodded.

"Unbelievable. I'm jealous, bro. Did you use your dad's condom or buy one specifically?"

"Actually..." Max hesitated. "It was all without a condom... raw...and I did it inside."

Derek spat the joint out of the window. "What? Fuck you. Are you sure we are talking about the same woman? Your mother? Mrs. Fortuna Satterlee? She let you fuck her raw and creampie her milf pussy? "

"Well, yes... God, it's so awkward. You would have thought I was the most insane person on Earth if I told you this before my birthday."

"You're one of the luckiest guys on Earth, Max." Derek slapped him hard on the shoulder again. "You see, not all mothers are willing to go that far. I think it drives them crazy to think of their son doing it inside... The risk of getting pregnant by own son. They like it, but not everyone is willing to do it because of husbands, family and so on and so on. Fathers are jealous bastards, but I can understand them."

Max put his hand under his head, thinking about Fortuna. Of her unmatched breasts, her pink hard sweet nipples, her plump thighs, her ass that he wanted to spank and rub all the time. Her honeypot...

"Maybe I'm crazy, but there might be something to it," he said. "I often hated my mother for how much of a bitch she can be at times. But at that moment, in that decisive few seconds, I suddenly loved her like never before. Like I never knew I could."

Derek lit up another joint and smiled through the smoke, his mouth and red eyes grinning. "

Pure love

. That's what this is."

"

Pure love

," Max repeated, gazing at the stars and recalling his wish. "Maybe I shouldn't rush into a new wish. Maybe... my Mom and I... can enjoy these new feelings for some time."

"Shit, clapping cheeks that gave birth to you and finishing in the same womb that produced you? Fuuck, I got goosebumps just thinking about it." Derek nudged Max away from the window.

"Let me try this. So, I need to wait for a shooting star, right? Look, I see one." He stretched out his hands as if performing on a stage. "I want my Mom to love me the way Max's Mom loves him."

Max was silent, sitting on the bed. Nothing happened, of course. Nothing changed. Even if it had changed, neither of them would have known it at that moment.

"Did it work?"

"I honestly don't think so. Listen, Derek. What if... they have a baby? Is that really okay?"

"They?" Derek stepped back from the window, disappointed. "A man and a woman? Do you want me to explain the pistils and stamens or what?"

"No, I mean. Is it normal for a son and mother to have... well... a kid, right?"

"A man and a woman? Look, the stamen produces pollen, which then forms in the pistil..."

"Okay, okay," Max interrupted him. "I get it. So there's nothing wrong with that."

Derek moved in closer, taking one last puff. He felt even more relaxed after the weed.

"Does your father know what you did, Max?"

Max gulped. "Probably not. And I hope he never finds out."

"Well, it's going to be very hard to hide a pregnancy, my dear friend."

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Fortuna was making breakfast, wearing an apron over her shirt and pants. She tried to think about work, but her mind kept drifting to Max. She remembered the day when they were like husband and wife.

What was happening to her? Why did it feel so simultaneously wrong and incredibly good?

"Good morning, Max." Josh sat at the table, sipping coffee when his son walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Max awkwardly replied, glanced at Fortuna, and sat down. As every morning before, Josh carefully observed his son's reaction and behavior.

"Dear, by the way, I wanted to ask. Do you know why our sheets are in the wash?" Josh asked calmly, shifting his gaze to his wife.

Max buried his face in the plate, afraid to raise his head. Fortuna sighed, set aside what she was doing, wiped her hands on the apron, and turned around.

"They're stained. I spilled coffee on them. That's all."

"I thought you didn't take coffee into our bedroom." Josh turned to Max. "Maybe it was you who went in there and spilled your coffee?"

Max swallowed his food. "Me? I didn't spill anything in... I mean on Mo... I mean on your bed. Okay? I have no reason to be in your bedroom."

"Hmmm." Josh adjusted his glasses.

Fortuna returned to cooking. Josh checked the time on his watch and stood up, finishing his coffee. "I have to go; I'll leave early today."

He kissed Fortuna on the cheek, quickly gathered his things, and left. Max finished his meal and looked at his mother. He hadn't been alone with her since that day.

After that, his father had always been nearby. Every day, every hour, every minute.

He tried not to look at her, not to think about her, but she was standing by the stove like a forbidden fruit, beckoning him closer. She was completely his. "As long as I haven't wished for the opposite, I can still try... a couple of times. Maybe."

He was wondering if she'd ask for a job.

"Do you want a coffee?" She asked.

"No I... I'd like a pie, Mom."

He wiped his mouth and quietly moved closer. Her back was exposed, and Max watched the movements of her beautiful shoulder blades and her fair skin dotted with freckles.

"A Pie? Max?" Fortuna wanted to turn around, and at that moment he hugged her from behind, pressing his cock against her big ass and his hands around her breasts through her t-shirt. His face pressed against her warm light bare back. The sensations were incredible. He squeezed her lush big tits hard several times and his cock rose up, squashed by the two large cheeks of her ass.

"MAX!" Fortuna grabbed the stove in surprise. She pushed him away, the impact of her leg caught his groin and Max fell. "How DARE you do that? I'm your mother, not some object to snuggle up to." Her chest heaving with anger, her cheeks flushed.

"Ahhh... Damn it, I'm sorry, Mom," Max murmured as he regained his senses after the painful blow. "But don't you love me? I thought..."

She couldn't bring herself to say 'I don't love you.' But she also couldn't say, 'I love you,' as any mother should.

"You have to ask if you want... Me. If you want to have...uhm... love. I can't say you no, but I promised your father that our family, as it is, comes first for me. Haven't you noticed that I no longer offer you a job? I understand you're eighteen, and it feels like the perfect moment, like all boys your age, you need your Mom, but can we please hold off? I can't shake the feeling that it would upset your father. It's better for you to find another girl."

"Ughhh." He got up and sat in the chair. "How will you explain your possible pregnancy to Dad, Mom? I'm pretty sure that will upset him pretty bad so what's the difference at this point?"

Fortuna clenched her fists tightly, her past self awakening within her. "You are such an irresponsible young man. I didn't raise you like this! I've taught you all your life to think, to always think with your head, but at that moment, you were only thinking with your dick. Like all men! If you just used a condom, there wouldn't be any... child problems. I'm not pregnant yet, and I hope it stays that way. Your father must never know! I hate children! And I never wanted them!"

Max paused to think. "So, you never wanted me. I'm just a mistake, aren't I?"

"That's not what I meant," Fortuna's voice wavered, but Max cut her off before she could say more.

"Don't bother. I've always known. And I've hated you for it—for the way you were, for the way you still are. I could feel it, that coldness inside you, something that never loved me. Not even a shred of affection. And now I see... even my wish wasn't enough to fix you."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and stormed back to his room, the door clicking shut behind him.

"Damn it," Fortuna muttered under her breath, ripping off her apron. She slumped into the nearest chair, burying her face in her hands as her golden curls spilled across the table. "I hate my life."

CHAPTER 6: BAD WIFE AND A HORRIBLE MOTHER

Fortuna was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing cream over her face with slow, deliberate motions. She wore a light nightgown, the thin fabric clinging to her form as if it were a second skin. Her nipples subtly pressed against the cloth, protruding through her nightie.

She felt a deep sense of disgust. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. What happened?

Why did it feel like she woke up in a body that wasn't her own? Could this be an existential crisis all over again?

She thought about the chance of having a new kid, about pregnancy, about Max. "Gosh, do I have baby fever? And do I want Max to make me pregnant?"

With a sigh, she turned away and walked into the bedroom. Josh lay asleep on his side. A book rested on the nightstand—something titled "How to Save Your Marriage from Your Son," or some equally absurd nonsense.

He was asleep on his side, the part where her son, Max, finished right inside her a couple of days ago. She touched her belly and smiled. "Max."

Suddenly, Fortuna jerked her hands away as if caught in something very shameful. Like masturbation. "I'm losing my mind."

She turned sharply, leaving the bedroom in haste, only to find herself standing at the threshold of Max's room moments later. The door was ajar. She was standing over the bed like a ghost, her face glowing because of the cream. Max lay sprawled on the bed, sleeping naked as he always did, the thin sheet doing little to hide the contours of his now fully grown, masculine body.

"I shouldn't..." Fortuna pulled the blanket away with a trembling hand, revealing a view of the cock lying there. Her son's large cock was turned just to the right, resting on his leg. The pink tender head peeked out from behind the skin. Fortuna bit her lip, blood bubbling in her veins. "Josh never had this size. Why is it so uncomfortable and good at the same time?"

Her cream-damp hands encircled his cock and gently pulled the skin all the way down. His cock shook and hardened. Her hand moved on its own, pulling the skin up, and down, the cream serving as a lubricant. She couldn't stop. Fortuna's other hand slipped under the nightie, touching her pussy.

"How is this right? I created this cock, didn't I? How can I like it? How can I love it? My baby." She rubbed his dick, touched his balls, and started to pull harder and harder, not holding back. "Give Mommy... some..."

"Akgghhhhhh... Mom." Max opened his eyes and Fortuna took her other hand away from her pussy, starting to stroke her son's hair and ear.

"Hush, sweetie...keep sleeping. Mommy wants to take care of you."

He could smell the odor coming from her fingers, from her, his blood burning with overwhelming pleasure. Her hand moved rapidly, feverishly, full of intent to saturate her son as quickly as possible and bring him to ecstasy.

"Do you still hate me, sweetie?" she smiled, biting down gently on her lips. His cock was so warm, so nice; it was twitching, ready to shoot out. How had she been able to create such a big incredible cock?

"I love you, Mom," Max whispered.

"I'm the luckiest mother ever with a son like you."

He couldn't hold back any longer. His legs shook; he groaned softly and shot hot white semen right onto her hand.

"Give it to your Mom, that's right, baby." Fortuna watched the volcano explode, stream after stream, his cock shuddering.

"Akgghhhhhhhhh... Mooom... Oghhh... God." Max put his hand on her bare hips, a bit lower nightie. She was so hot, literally. He wanted to feel her in this moment. Touch to touch. Flashes of bright light flashed before his eyes, lightning strikes, gusts of searing pleasure pounding through his veins.

Finally, he was exhausted, empty, all the contents of his balls were on her hands, the bedspread, his thighs. She continued to pummel his cock slowly and gently. Why did she do it?

Max took her hand, breathing heavily. "Lie with me, I want to sleep with you tonight, please."

Fortuna jerked her hand away, her other hand was completely damp in his man-slime. The smell was so strong, and she could clearly recall the taste from kitchen blowjobs. It was so fucking good.

"I can't, sweetheart. I can't do this... I have to be with your Dad... I'm sorry..." She hurried out of the room and Max was left alone with his thoughts.

"Fuck, that was good."

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Sitting in the school cafeteria Max thought only of the last night and nothing else. "Why is it that one moment she's the dutiful new hot mom and the next she's the old mean and unloving Fortuna who values her career and is trying to save a sinking marriage to that fat...mustachioed... sleazebag. His father. And that's after I finished inside her."

Derek sat down at the table, gloomy and with a swollen purple eye.

"Where've you been—whoa," Max glanced at his shiner. "What happened? Did Dad find your stash?"

"No. He saw me kissing Mom and trying to convince her to be with me while he supposedly left." He began to eat his lunch gloomily. "Now I can't even kiss her; my sister promised to report everything to our father about my mother and me. Why do you look so upset?"

"My mom confessed that she didn't want to have me, that she hates children, but then she did something..."

"Something nice. You're lucky to have your mom, believe me, she sure loves you more than mine loves me, considering your Mom let you creampie her honey pot. I still can't believe you did that and she took a chance on making you the daddy of new baby."