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Please ensure that you have read the previous chapters of Unexpected Benefits before beginning this story, as this is a continuation of those posting. I wish to thank you, the people who read my work, and I hope you enjoy!
TheCaptain
My wife was pregnant with my child, but so too was my mother-in-law, which was a pretty touchy situation especially with my family. My Mom was a major concern, because she had a way of seeing through my lies whenever I told her some bullshit tale about something. She was almost psychic, and it had always unnerved me because I wasnāt able to get away with much deceiving at all with her growing up.
She was an all right person, though, and Karen really liked her. Her name was Valerie and, though she was 45-years-old, still very pretty. She had long, billowing dark-brown hair tied back in a tight little bun, bright ocean-blue eyes, and a gorgeous oval face with full, pouting red lips and a cute little button-nose. As soon as Karen and I went down the incestuous path to a world of hardcore sex, I told her that Iād always had a thing for my beautiful Mom, ever since I knew what fucking was and my hormones went into overdrive upon hitting puberty.
Forever encouraging and supportive, Karen suggested that I tried to put the moves on her whenever I got the opportunity, but I really didnāt know about thatā¦I was a gutsy bastard, sure, always up for a challenge, but there were some things that I just knew were too far-out to ever happen. Fucking my own mother just seemed beyond impossible, a fantasy that I would just have to live out in my imagination only.
I was thinking about how best to tell my Mom that Karen was pregnant ā while making sure to deftly avoid the subject of Ginaās pregnancy altogether ā when Mom rang me, and, sobbing uncontrollably down the line, said that my father was dead.
The funeral was nice and private, with only a small gathering of family and friends getting together after Dad was buried at the familyās ancestral home about an hourās drive north of Atlanta, Georgia. Gina was there, as she was a close friend of Valerieās as well as being the mother of my wife, and Karen was lending her support to me on this sad occasion. Taylor was there, too, staying with our Mom just as I did, lending her our combined support just by being there near her. We both loved her immensely, and wanted her to be all right.
Karen, Taylor and I slept over at our old family home that Mom and Dad still owned since theyād retired in their late thirties, Taylor staying in her old bedroom while Karen and I went to bed on the foldout mattress. I had to get up to go to the toilet at around 3 oāclock in the morning, and as I passed my Momās room, I could hear her crying with tortured agony from beyond the door. It cut through my heart like nothing else I had ever heard before in all my years, and before I knew quite what I was doing, Iād opened the bedroom door and raced over to where my mother lay sobbing into her pillow.
āMom? Mom, itās me, Mike! Mom, itās okay, Iām here for you! Please, stop crying Mom, itās all going to be all right!ā I said as I pulled Valerie into my arms and hugged her tight against me. As soon as she realised that it was her son who was holding her, Mom jammed her face in my chest, wrapped her arms tightly around me, and just let all of her pent-up emotion out. She cried and cried; she swore at God, at the drunk driver whoād caused her husbandās death, and everyone and everything in between. All the while, I held her in my arms, rocking her gently back and forwards in my arms as she slowly settled down.
Finally, my mother regained her senses and looked up at me with nothing but love and tenderness in her eyes. āMike, please, will you stay with me now? I canāt stand sleeping alone now,ā Valerie asked me. I stared back her, then nodded my head. I would stay with her, if that were what she wantedā¦
Crawling under the sheets beside my Mom, she snuggled up against my body, pressing her taut ass back against my cock, which was only contained in a loose pair of dark blue boxer shorts. Wearing a thin, loose-fitting negligee that was more of a see-thru sheen than an actual gown, Valerie was a real sexy lady in her night attire, and despite the sadness and the loss that had accompanied burying my father that day, I found myself getting a hard-on with my Momās firm ass pressing back against my dick.
Valerie let out a low moan and wiggled her butt around a little bit, and I thought I heard her grasp and felt her shudder in mini-orgasm, but it mustāve been my imaginationā¦
I didnāt know how much to push my luck, but I knew that my mother, whom I kept thinking of as Valerie and not as Mom, wanted me with her, and needed love right now more than anything else in the world. I decided that perhaps this was the perfect moment to try and go all the way, while my Mom was at her weakest state emotionally and when she hungered for affection.
A part of me knew that what I was considering was wrong, that taking advantage of my mother in her current state was beyond unacceptable, but another part of me knew that she would find the love and fulfilment that she seemed to need more than anything in making love to me, her own son. I knew how much fucking Taylor had altered our relationship, for the better, and was sure that it would have the same positive affect with Valerie.
I pushed my erect cock in harder against Valās firm ass-cheeks, while at the same time reaching around to slip my arms right around her waist. Holding my Mom tightly against my side, I leaned in and nibbled lightly on her left earlobe. I wondered for a couple of moments if she was still awake or if sheād gone to sleep, then I heard her grasp and murmur softly to herself, and realised that she had fallen asleep.
āOh, fuck I love you, Momma!ā I moaned into her ear as I slowly began to dry-hump her muscular, well-toned butt with my throbbing, achingly rigid cockshaft. It was an amazing feeling, and I felt myself quickly getting swept up in the moment, lost in the sensations of finally being with my mother, engaged in a taboo act with the woman who had given birth to me all those years ago.