All sexual participants are over the age of 18. Noone in the story has any STDs of any kind.
The Dutiful Son
My cock rested peacefully inside of her loving and mature twat. Given as much love juice that both of us expelled, I would have thought he would have had trouble staying in position. But to mine and her surprise, there he was just waiting once more to get the call to stand at attention and salute.
I held her from behind as we lovingly "spooned" to some Luther Vandross. I rubbed her swollen belly. She was still basically asleep yet drifting in and out of consciousness. I could hear her light breathing and I could feel her plump voluptuous chest rise and fall as I cupped one of her milk engorged mammaries.
My hardening dick would surely arouse her out of her orgasm induced stupor. That along with a slow kiss on the back of her neck.
We probably shouldn't be engaging in sexual activity this close to my son/little brother arriving on the scene; but here we were, 8 months in and still fucking as if tomorrow, a law will pass outlawing incest and...wait! Isn't there already a law on the books that does just that?"
As I'm sure that you've deduced by now, the pussy currently providing shelter to my 20-year-old cock belongs to my beautiful 38-year-old birth mother Carolyn, and the baby that she is currently carrying is mine, her adoring son and lover. And in case you're wondering, my name is Spencer.
Allow me to work backwards a bit. In actuality, let me take you back to the beginning. My father died before I was born, so mom...excuse me...Carolyn, raised me as a single mother. A single black mother but I suppose that's neither here nor there.
Carolyn is the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Tall, athletic, 5'8, 134 pounds. 36d-25-38. She's dark complected with skin that glistens in the moonlight. She has eyes like Vanessa B. Williams, legs like a young Tina Turner, full bountiful lips like the actress Niecy Nash and a personality that could make anyone feel loved, cared for and special.
She wore a long black weave that hung down her back. She has beautiful, full and healthy natural hair, but with her job as a keyboarder for the local police department, sometimes showing off your "Afrocentric" side might do you more harm than good.
She told me that my dad, Spencer Sr. was the spitting image of 80s R&B singer Al. B Sure. She didn't really have a lot of photos of him, so I took her at her word. I did have more of a light skinned curly haired vibe for someone who came out of an extremely dark-skinned woman with kinky hair. I once toyed with the notion that my dad may have secretly been a white guy, but Carolyn, to her credit, never lied to me. Not even about Santa Claus or the tooth fairy.
Her last boyfriend before me was indeed a white man. He was a cop at the station where she worked. I liked him a lot. He was a cool guy. A very nice man named Jack. The only thing that I hated was that they were always at the house and unfortunately very vocal in bed.
We had a two-bedroom home, and the rooms were right next to each other for Christ's sake! Add to that, paper thin walls and voila! Instant sex show.
And I don't mean just grunting and calling "God's name in vain". I'm talking, "give me that big white dick daddy! Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me! Or "oh I just love this tight black pussy of yours Carolyn! I want you to cum all over this big white cock!"
I never let on that I could hear them. I didn't want my mother to feel embarrassed. To be honest, when I said I "hated it" it was a bit of hyperbole. I didn't hate it, I just wished it was me feeding my mom the cock.
Her and Jack met a little after my 19th birthday, or at least, that's when I met him. She asked me if I approved, and I of course told her yes. She and I had always been very close. So close to where also after I turned 19, she shared a lifelong secret with me.
"Jr? I need to show you something. Something in my bedroom." She told me one rainy Saturday, April afternoon.
I don't know why, but my heart was going like a trip hammer. What dreaded secret was she getting ready to reveal that had to wait until I turned 19?
She has me to sit down. She then reaches into her mattress and pulls out an old, yet mint condition fuck mag from 2003.
She handed it to me and said, "I wanted you to see this Jr. before someone else saw it and told you about it."
"I don't...mom, I don't understand."
"I'm in this magazine Jr. Myself and another man."
Wow! Talk about a bombshell! My own mother had been a sex worker!
"Go ahead. Open it." She said to me. To be honest I did feel like I needed her permission to proceed.
I've never witnessed my "mother's nakedness", and as eager as I was to flip the book open, I needed an ok or I was stepping way out of line.
When I opened it to page one, I had a good idea of what awaited me; and when I saw mom in white thigh high boots, a mini skirt and sporting a huge puffy Afro, "pretending" to play a video game, while her blond-haired costar rubbed her ass while asking in the captions, "hey sexy! You wanna fuck"? I knew intuitively where this story was headed.
Mom on the next page turned around and "admonished" the muscular Caucasian interloper for his rudeness, while saying that she loved a "straight forward" gent. She also told him that he'd better not waste her time with a small white peter.
The next page had several captions and photo windows. The first one is where mom feigned surprise after seeing that her soon to be lover is extremely well endowed. The next panel sees him fondling her bare breast from behind. The next sees her completely nude, on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
"Mom?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Is there...is there a video of this?"
"Great question. And the answer is no. These were all just still photos. The studio put us in various positions. He'd slide his cock in...into me for the shot and then we'd quickly move to another shot."
I thumbed through all the way to the end. My dick felt like it might break due to its rigidness.
Photo after photo of mom and this unnamed man with his cock lodged in either her pussy, ass or mouth. The final seen showed her smiling with her beautiful face covered in his sticky white goo while she waved
"bye-bye" at the camera.
I closed the magazine and sat it onto the nightstand.
"So? What do you think?" She asked.
"Two things. First, you sure did make a lot of eye contact with him." I said to her as the irony of my critiquing a porn shoot that my mom had been a part of appeared to be lost on both of us.
"I was trying to make the scenes look sexy." She explained. "Did I...did I succeed?"
"That was my second point. You looked awesome mom. You looked so sexy and beautiful."
"Does this mean you aren't angry?"
"How could I ever be angry with you? Every decision you've seemingly made over the last 20 years had me in mind. Probably even this one."
"Paid me a thousand up front, plus six months of residuals. The studio wanted live action films from me, but I was one and done."
"What about the guy?"
"My costar? What about him?"
"Did you guys start, you know...seeing each other afterwards?"
"Baby that man was gone before I had a chance to wash his cum off my face and to slip my panties back on. I don't even remember his name."
I couldn't believe any of this! Here I am, with my own mother of all people, listening to her talk about her "washing cum off of her face" and my dick feels like it's ready to explode at any second. No matter where we went from here, things would never be the same.
This will always be my, "I remember where I was the day my mom revealed to me that she had once did porn".
She looked right at the bulge in my shorts but pretended not to notice it; just as I pretended not to notice her starting at my dick.
"I want you to keep this." She said, regarding the magazine. "It's one of the only remaining copies left and it might be worth a few bucks someday."
"I would never sell this!" I said to her, almost offended at the suggestion. "No one else will ever have this. I don't care if it's worth a million dollars."
"Bring it in." She says to me as she opens her arms. I rest my head in her bosom as she held me as if protecting me from a nightmare that I had just awakened from. "Why do you love me so much Jr?"
"Because you're the only mother I'm ever going to have. And I intend to cherish each day that God allows us to share together."
She next kissed me on the lips. I kept hoping she'd forget herself for the briefest of seconds and open her mouth and stick her tongue in mine. Unfortunately, the moment never came, and afterwards, she shooed me, magazine and all, out of her room while she prepared to receive her lover, Jack.
