I spent last night making love to my mother, I had honoured the tradition that allows guys to fuck their mum on their 18th birthday, and I did it with joy. I had the craziest experience of my life, but now I didn't want to stop, I wanted more, I wanted to fuck her pussy until she gave birth to the 2 babies she was carrying.
It's Saturday morning, after making mum's breakfast, I went for a walk outside to clear my head, thinking about last night: my mum really was a perfect woman, even at 46, she had become my number one fantasy, ahead of all the girls my age or the fashion models.
I walked past the florist and decided to pick up a small bouquet to thank Mum for the night she had given me.
"For your girlfriend?" their florist asked me.
I took a second to think about what to say. "No, it's for my mother."
"Ah, there's a boy who takes care of his mum."
On the way home I got a text from Alex, my best friend.
Alex: So how was it last night?
I was so over the moon that I replied openly.
Vincent: It was amazing, I loved it. I never thought that fucking your own mother would feel so good.
Alex: Wow! She must have really done some amazing things to you to make you so happy! What was it like with her big belly and all?
Vincent: Just great! Kissing her belly was fantastic, but if you had seen her big breasts filled with milk, her long legs and her full ass!
Alex: Ha ha, I can imagine, I would have liked to have had a baby when I turned 18, but then my mum was on the pill. I'll see you on Monday.
Amazing, Alex had fantasized about impregnating her own mother. Anyway, first I was desperate to have sex with Mum again before she gave birth.
I got home, Dad was probably off to work and my sister was out with some friends. I was home alone with my mother until tonight.
"Mum?" I said loudly. Silence for a few seconds.
"Vincent, are you home? I'm in the kitchen!" she announces. I walk into the kitchen to find her cooking the dish for tonight. She's wearing a short white dress and a kitchen apron over it that shows off her 9th month of pregnancy. She turns her head towards me and notices the flowers. "Is that for me?" She walks over to me and I hand her the bouquet.