Sordid Conception

"Okay!" she said.

A few jerks on his prick and he was shooting. He watched the first long spurt of his cum splash against the top of the tilted glass.

"Oh!" he heard his mother gasp as his vision got all blurry. He put some of his weight on the top of her head as his knees got shaky and he spurted again into the glass. Then he felt his mother's mouth swallow him again and he pulsed more cum over her tongue before he was finished.

His vision sharpened to find his mother sitting the glass on the bedside table by feel as she nursed on his tingling prick.

"Mmmmmm, that was goooooood!" he said, taking his hands off her head.

She sucked on him for a few more seconds, then she kissed his drooping erection before standing up. Her face was all flush and she gave him a quick kiss.

"I'm going to take this down and put it in a container I brought from the hospital," she said, lifting the wine glass in her hands. She started to head out of the room and he gave her ass a playful squeeze.

"Thanks, Mom. I look forward to tonight."

She sort of hesitated, giving him a steamy look, and then she went downstairs.

God, that boy can get me horny! Sharon thought as she went downstairs. The way he talked and touched her always made her heart go like a rabbit. Her panties were damp between her legs from the blowjob she had given him and her body felt all alive now. The tiredness from working the overnight shift was gone.

She opened her purse which she had left on the kitchen table and took out the small plastic container. She removed its lid and then poured a good portion of Brad's sperm into it, resealing it when she was through.

The wine glass she took to the sink and washed out thoroughly before putting it in the dishwasher with some dishes from the previous night. She started the machine through its wash cycle.

There was a knocking at the front door and Sharon went to answer it.

Brenda was waiting out on the front porch.

"Hi. I'm a little early," Brenda apologized.

"That's okay, dear. Come on in. Brad's done his business." Both of them laughed as they went into the kitchen. Sharon handed her the container and Brenda tucked it carefully into her purse.

"That was good thinking this morning with Chris," Brenda said.

"He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"

"Chris? No, he was just joking around. But it is a good excuse for my coming over here so often."

"You're going up to Chapel's Gate right now?"

"Yeah, I better get going. I'll call you tomorrow when I hear the verdict ....you know, Sharon, for someone that worked all night, you look good," Brenda said. "You've really got good high color."

"Really?" Sharon said. "Well, its the excitement of what we're doing, I guess. Have a safe trip," she said as they walked to the front door. Brenda walked out to her car, got in and drove away.

Thank goodness she wasn't any earlier, Sharon thought, watching her drive away. It wouldn't have been a disaster; Brad just would have had to finish by himself.

"Was that Brenda?" Brad said behind her. She turned to see him sitting down at the kitchen table through the archway of the front room. He'd put on a pair of shorts and combed his damp hair back.

"Yes," she said, walking through the front room toward the kitchen.

"Did she comment about why that sperm was still warm?" Brad said and began to laugh as he put both arms over his head, stretching his chest and shoulders like a jungle cat.

"Oooooh, Brad!" she exclaimed, coming up behind him and grabbing him by the neck. "What kind of a boy am I raising?"

"My raising is over, Momma," he replied, dropping his arms back to his side and tilting his face back at her. "I think you did a pretty good job."

"Yeah, you turned out pretty good," Sharon said, letting her hands run down onto his chest. They had a moment then, eyes locking and passing loads of information. Brad's hands moved over hers and she licked her lips which were suddenly dry.

"Mom, I think we ought to go upstairs right now," Brad said softly, pushing his damp head against her stomach. She knew what he meant and he had read her like a book.

She was still all wound up from before and the thought of going upstairs to just sleep was not appealing. Not when she had her Brad. She hated herself for the lack of willpower but she needed her baby, not sleep.

"Make sure all the doors are locked," she said simply and headed upstairs, her fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse.

* * * * * *

"Oh, baby....let me do it...that's it....leave it still," Sharon panted against her son's shoulder in the early morning daylight filtering through the sheer window curtains.

She felt his hands release her ass and slide up onto her back. They began a slow up and down rub, starting at the beginning swell of her butt and going up to her mid-back.

She took a few deep breaths, settling down a little from the energetic fucking he had been giving her. Laying on his powerful body with her tits squashed against his chest, she could feel his heart as well.

They had started with her on top for a little variety. She knew it was his least favorite fucking position but it was her second favorite and he had felt she deserved her choice after helping him with his sperm sample.

She pushed her upper body up off his, her hands putting all her weight on his collarbones. He was grinning up at her.

"I think I can go all day, Mom. That blowjob is going to make me last." He gave his half-buried erection, which was sticking in her pussy at a 45 degree angle, a slow thrust until it was all the way inside her. Then he lowered his ass back down, drawing it out again.

"That's big talk," she said, working her cunt muscles on his cock tip. His eyes closed and he looked like he was enjoying what she was doing, so she kept it up for several moments, slowly adding a rocking motion with her hips that began to slide him in and out of her hair-fringed honeyhole.

"I bet I can get you off twice before you can make me blow again," he said, looking up at her.

"I think that would be a sucker's bet, baby," she said, screwing herself slowly on his manhood. Sharon was sure her son probably would get her off at least twice; she'd almost orgasmed a few minutes ago, before she had stopped him and taken over their coupling.

"If you're so hot, let's cut out this slow shit," Brad complained, his hands stroking her sides. The boy only knew one speed when it came to fucking. She'd been trying to get him to learn to enjoy a nice, slow screw but this morning she wasn't going to try to reason with him.

"This better?" she said softly as she began to truly fuck herself on his man-spike. Brad grunted up at her and his hands grabbed her moving ass again.

"That's the way to fuck, Mom!" Brad said, letting her do the dirty work for awhile.

With her feet and calves pressing against his legs, she bounced her hips up and down, taking his cock to a higher angle of ascension. Her slick pussy after their initial fucking felt wide open, easily taking his thick erection into her forbidden depths again and again.

"Uhhh," she gasp as the wave of utter lewdness washed over her all at once. That one crystallizing moment of awareness that always took her breath away and shook her to the core.

The moment sometimes did not come but usually it did. There were occasions when neither of them spoke in a darkened bedroom. There were occasions when she'd close her eyes through most of the act and just enjoy the sex for what it was.

But usually the moment came as it did now. It was particularly powerful this time because she was the one in control. She was the one gyrating her stuffed sex on her own son's proud prick.

"Uhhhh...God...oh God!" she wailed, digging her fingernails into Brad's shoulders as she threw her mature womanhood faster and faster on his tumescent teen organ.

Like always, this was the time when she felt most alive. She reveled in the wickedness of their act, wishing that they didn't have to keep their true relationship a secret. She wished she could tell the whole world how fantastic it felt to fuck her flesh and blood.

Brad's hands gripped her undulating ass tighter and he began to drive his brawny broadsword of a cock up into her humping hole.

"Mom!.....Fuck it!....Come on my dick!" Brad hissed up at her.

"Yesssss...uuuuummm....uhh....oh, you're....you're...AAAAHAHHHH!"

Sharon shrieked as her cunt convulsed in orgasm and she fell onto Brad's body where she shuddered uncontrollably in his grasp as her loins liquefied around his still lunging cockshaft. She rode the depraved rollercoaster of her toe-curling climax until she was left gasping and weak, her son's erection waiting patiently in the warmth of her womb.

* * * * * *

God, she was hot this morning! Brad thought as his mother lay sprawled on him, her crazy pussy squeezing his cock in a decreasing spiral of contractions.

He had to be the luckiest guy in town -- hell, in the state!

His friends were out chasing girls their own age - girls that would usually lead you on and give you nothing or give it to you and then not know what they were doing.

He'd had his relatively young mother, an experienced lover that had showed him so much. And would keep on showing him. He'd noticed that she had stopped dating any men for almost the last year. She was all his for as long as he wanted her.

"Oooooh, that was heavenly," she murmured.

It had been good but he was ready for more and in another position. He slid his hands up onto her back and slowly rolled their bodies over until she was on her back. His cock slid out of her on the change-over since they hadn't practiced the maneuver.

"Don't take it out," she whispered, her calves crossing on the back of his thighs to protest her emptiness. She'd opened her eyes and he smiled at her as he leaned back on his haunches.

"I'm not through with you yet," he promised, sliding his hands between his hips and her clasping thighs. He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs toward her head, lifting her hips up slightly.

"Let me," she said. She let her knees fall open and he took his hands away as she brought her legs back further, her own hands grasping the back of her knees. His dick bobbed up and down at the hot sight of his mother - her knees pressed against her upper arms, her little feet sticking straight up in the air and her pink sex, all open and elevated for his pleasure.

"Shit, Mom! You are so good to me," he said as he moved over her. He fit the end of his prick into the open throat of her sex and filled her swampy snatch with his whole cock in a single motion.

"Uuuhhhmmmm, baby," she breathed throatily as he entered her.

"Doesn't that feel fucking good?!" he grunted, pressing in as far as he could, his balls laying on her ass.

"You know it does," she said hotly, cupping his face with her hands, letting his forearms hold her legs back. "Like you know this way gets me off quicker...you're not playing fair."

She was referring to their bet.

"What do you care? Even if you lose, you win," he said and began to fuck her. He fucked his whopper of a cock in and out of her oily, pink pussy, watching her face reflect every thrust. A closing of the eyes.....a panting breath through parted lips....a sideways toss of the face into the pillows - he loved being able to bring his mother this kind of pleasure even if it was a by-product of his own kinky needs.

Yes, he knew what they did was perverse in the eyes of many. An intimacy like theirs was supposed to be destructive, undermine values and lead to God knew what.

"Uuuuuhh....uuummmm....oh!...OH!...uuuummmm," his mother moaned under him.

Brad didn't care where it all led to. His mother could hate him when he found a girl and settled down and cut her off.....he could hate her if she found a man and remarried and said the incestuous affair was over. He really wouldn't care because he'd had so much fun, experienced what few did and have thousands of memories just like this to recall.

"Take my cock, Mom," he said, getting back into the act. "Aaahh, shit! Spread that pussy for me!"

He began fucking her harder, feeling the early rumblings of his next climax. He was sure he could get her off again but winning his bet was in serious doubt. He should have known that once he got on top, he was going to find it harder not to finish.

"UUuuuuUUUHHHH.....UUUUUMMM.....OOooooooomMMMMM," his appreciative mother huffed as his hips slapped against the back of her thighs. Her squirrelly pussy took his driving dick again and again.

"Youhotlittlemother!" Brad said in a rush and lowered himself completely on her, pushing her legs back further. He kissed her like their was no tomorrow, their tongues swapping back and forth as he fucked her lush lap.

He fucked her hard for another couple of minutes, the bed creaking under them. Then he felt her fingers down around his flashing fuck-rod, felt her playing with her clitty and she went off under him.

"OOHHBBRAAADDDDD!....GGGGAAAAHHHHH!" his mother squealed and he felt her cunt clamp down on his plunging prick. He felt his own body want to join her but he stopped thrusting and the urge passed. There was no way he was going to be able to get her off again without losing his load himself.

He moved his hands inside his mother's legs, letting them fall back behind him. She locked her heels behind his ass as he kissed and teased her right earlobe. He supported most of his weight on his left elbow and slid his right hand between their sweaty bodies. His hand began to do a slow figure-8 between her cute tits as she luxuriated in the aftermath of her second strong cumming.

"You're being too good to me, Brad," his mother said dreamily with her eyes closed, "God, you might win this silly bet." She laughed deep in her chest, the vibration running through his fingers as he lightly pinched her left nipple.

"There's not a chance of that," he whispered. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Poor baby. . .I can see the need in your eyes," she said, running her nails along his back. There was the hint of a smile on her lips.

"You can not!" Brad said, calling her bluff.

"Oh, I can, baby," she insisted. "And I can feel it as well...your big, fat cock is swelled to the max. . .I know it wants to shoot all that hot cum in me. . .right in Momma's belly."

Oh, fuck her! She's going to use that nasty talk on me, Brad thought, squeezing her right tit as his mother's eyes flashed at him.

"I know what you're up to, Mother," he said, beginning to move in her again.

"I know what you're up to, too, son," she said, moving her hands down to hold his ass. "You're getting ready to blast my pussy with a big load, baby....that's what I want....come on, Brad.....give your mother a bellyfull, baby!"

The mention of baby triggered thoughts of Brenda. In a few days, he could be sticking his dick up his sister-in-law's pussy just like he was with Mom. He felt himself move closer to his own ending.

"That's what you....want, right!" he said down to her as he began banging away in her soupy hole. "Just like me and Brenda...what I'm going to do...to her!"

She was quiet for a moment, just making small gasping sounds as he fucked her. Then she fessed up.

"Yes!....I want to....watch you and Brenda!"

That picture really sent Brad upward - his mother wanted to see him fucking Brenda, wanted to watch him shaft her pussy, wanted to watch his jism seep out around his manhood when he impregnated her!

"God damn!" he grunted, feeling himself began to lose it. He was going full speed now, driving his mother's ass into the squeaking bed while her hands and legs gripped him.

"Cum in me! .... Shoot it, Brad!" she encouraged him.

"I can't.... I can't stop! ..... UUUUHHHHHHGGGGMMM!" he groaned loudly as his balls blew, sending his cum deep in her depths.

"Oh, yesssss....that's it, Brad!" she said victoriously as he drenched her innards with long spurts. "Give it all to me, baby."

He stopped cumming and was left naked on his mother, his balls aching from the second discharge of the morning, not at all unhappy that he had lost their bet.

Afterward, he lay with her as she began to doze off.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Did you mean what you said? About wanting to watch me and Brenda?"

"I don't know, Brad....I don't know why I said that."

Brad was sure she had meant it but she was backtracking now. Maybe she thought that was too outrageous but Brad found the idea exciting. He set his mind to thinking of how to make it happen, holding his worn out mother as she went to sleep.

Part Four

Brenda was a little nervous on Thursday morning. The big day had come up so fast seemingly. It was only a few hours until she would be going over to her mother-in-law's house to have sex with her husband's brother. The tests on Brad had come back very positive.

Not sex, she tried to correct her thinking,Just penetration and ejaculation. She shouldn't get any enjoyment out of it, it was just going to be nothing more than a business transaction. Brad had the sperm and she should have the egg.

But she'd kept having those dreams.....those nasty dreams.

"What have you got planned today?" Chris asked, finishing his breakfast.

"I promised to go over to your mother's and help her in her garden."

Brenda felt guilty about deceiving her husband but she put on a pretty smile.

"That's nice of you. I'm glad you and Mom are getting along so well. Why don't you invite her over for dinner Sunday?"

"I will. That would be nice."

Chris kissed her and headed to work.

Brenda cleaned the kitchen table and went upstairs to shower.

She turned on the shower and let it warm up as she took off her robe and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. Turning to the bathroom mirror, she began to pin her hair up.

It might have been the sight of her naked body in the fogging mirror that triggered again the images from her dreams. She couldn't suppress them. Brad .... that huge manhood .... all that cum! Her nipples were hard when she finished pinning her hair, so intense were her imaginings.

"Why are you thinking these things?" she said to the mirror.

She tried to break down the components of the dream.

There was the impregnation portion of it near the end; that part was easy to understand.

Then there was the size of Brad's dick in the dream and all the stuff that came out of it. Obviously, no one could be hung like the Brad in her dreams or come like that, over and over. Her mind had blown that both way out of proportion as a sign of male potency, no doubt. Chris was about six and a half inches and on the slender side so she couldn't expect any more from Brad's equipment.

Then there was the fact that she enjoyed the sex with Brad in the dream, cumming several times. Brenda enjoyed sex in her real life, always had and always would. Chris and she had lots of fun in bed, they would sometimes rent X-rated films, etc.

But also she got the impression that she enjoyed the dream sex because it was Brad - rude, jerkish Brad. And he was Chris's brother.

She ran the palms of her hands lightly over her stiffened nipples.

She suddenly felt better, more sure, about what she was going to do.

Getting pregnant is the goal....doing it with Brad might be awkward but that doesn't matter....if it's good, then that's even better. And there's no reason to feel guilty if it does...you're not going to love Chris any less.

Feeling nearly at peace, she stepped into the shower.

* * * * * *

"Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to her pacing son.

It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were both in the front room of the house awaiting the arrival of Brenda.

"Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window. "You would think she'd at least be on time."