Terri’s friend turns her on… to her son

 

I’ll admit this is my fault, though not all my fault.
It wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t taken advantage
of Howard in high school. I know that will sound
strange. His brains and family connections marked
Howard for success even then. I could see that as soon
as I transferred to his school. I had to go live with
my grandmother when my mother ran a way with a lover
who got her pregnant, a man young enough to be her son.

I guess I had inherited Mom’s sex drive. I had been
fucking since I had dressed up like a kinderslut and
enticed one of Dad’s friends to do me at 14. I’d had
plenty of boys in my old school and I liked doing it. I
could have continued screwing in Robert E. Lee High,
too, but some kind of female animal cunning, told me
this was my chance to escape marriage to a trucker or
construction worker. (I had a weakness for the big
macho types who could fuck my brains out but I wanted
the big house and fancy clothes I saw in magazines.) It
wasn’t a conscious plan I was only 16 but I knew,
even if I could not have expressed it, that Howard was
my ticket out of the lower middle class.

Lee High was full of rich bitches who were more
interested in hanging on the arm of a hunk football
player (though the price was pulling down their
Victoria Secret panties, spreading their professionally
waxed legs, and fucking like little minxes) than in
landing a marriage partner. They had plenty of time in
to college to do that! So no halfway pretty girl would
pay any attention to a boy who was 5’5″ and slightly
pudgy like Howard. I didn’t have nice clothes, but I
was at least a pretty as any of the rich bitches and I
had a killer body even then. I had no problem making
Howard’s head spin.

Remember, this is me, a 35 year old housewife telling
you this story. I didn’t think I was being as
manipulative as I now see that I was. Sixteen-year-old
Terri Dyer was genuinely thrilled that a “nice boy”
like Howard Archer wanted to date her. Since he was
“nice,” I knew I had to act like a “nice girl,” too. We
were a couple by Christmas of our junior year. The
Junior-Senior prom was the first time that Howard
touched my breast (with a bit of encouragement from
me.) I wanted sex, but I was smart enough to stick
close to Howard and wait.

Over that summer I visited Dad and found guy at his
construction site to fuck the daylights out of me like
I had been missing. It was a good thing I had not
stopped renewing my birth control prescription. He was
a no-condom guy and worked hard at keeping my teen
pussy full of his spunk. In my senior year I was back
to technical celibacy. Sex with Howard progressed to me
giving him hand jobs and letting him play with my
pussy. When Howard started applying for universities,
things got tense; it was obvious that Grandma could not
afford to send me away to school. I didn’t want to
loose Howard and did what I had to do.

At New Years, I went off the Pill. I also started
dressing a little hotter when we went on dates, letting
Howard see more of my legs and tits, which had
developed nicely in the last two years. I really was in
love with him and I figured right that I could get him
to go all the way with me at the party after the Senior
Prom. It wasn’t a bad fuck, considering. He had an
average dick and he was certainly enthusiastic about
putting it in his steady girlfriend. I even had a
decent orgasm. Howard had clumsily put on a condom, but
it didn’t do him any good. I had slathered myself with
baby oil and the rubber was in tatters when he pulled
out.

Howard was apologetic and nervous, but I told him not
to worry, I wasn’t at my most fertile time. I was, not
that it mattered. If I weren’t, I would have made it
happen some other night. I waited until after missing
my second period to tell him I was pregnant. Grandma
and Howard’s Catholic parents were upset and I
pretended to be, but there was no question but that
Howard would marry me. I moved in with the Archers the
first year while Howard was in college and my belly
expanded. My darling John arrived on Valentine’s Day.

The year with Howard’s parents was hard. They were too
sophisticated to say it in so many words, but it was
clear they thought I was a trashy gold-digger. And I
missed sex even when he came to visit. Howard was one
of those men that is squeamish about fucking a pregnant
woman even though I wanted it more that ever, if that’s
possible. He wouldn’t even play with me and I’d never
been able to get him to eat me.

For the rest of Howard’s college years we lived in
apartments near his school. They were the best years of
our marriage. Howard was sailing through school and
then Law School and we did not lack for money. We
fucked every chance we got, which was plenty. John was
a trouble-free baby and there were plenty of young
women to take care of him if Howard and I wanted to go
out. At first Howard couldn’t keep his hands off me
(and his cock out of me). His parents hatedand I
secretly loved them hating it our noisy lovemaking
whenever Howard and I went home for a visit.

I am naturally a screamer when I come and I made no
efforts to control myself. The looks I got from “Mother
Archer” were poisonous and Howard’s dad was clearly
envious as hell. One time when Howard’s sister Caitlin
and her husband were visiting when Howard came home,
they got to hear a three orgasm night. Caitlin was just
as snooty the next morning as her mother but Reggie
looked at me like a piece of raw meat.

After John was born, Howard’s parents were keen that I
not “burden him” another baby and I agreed that his
college years were not a good time. They had me go on
this Norplant stuff because I guess they thought I was
too stupid or conniving to take the Pill. It must have
worked or I’d have been knocked up no telling how many
times before John graduated, the way we fucked.
Unfortunately his ardor cooled pretty quickly. By the
time he passed the bar, I was down to no more than one
fuck a week, and not happy about it.

After John started working for this big law firm and
his folks saw how being a “family man” with a beautiful
wife was an asset for him, they changed their mind
about babies. They still didn’t like ME, but decided I
was OK as a brood mare for Howard. They started
dropping hints about it being time for Howard “to be a
father again,” as they put it.

I wanted more children (Mom had let her young stud make
her pregnant three more times after splitting with
Dad), but their attitude and Howard’s lack of
enthusiasm in the sack really put me off. I pretended
to go along but decided I would NOT get pregnant again,
partly to spite my in-laws. By then I was half pissed
at Howard, too, for not pounding me, making me come so
hard I didn’t know or care if he was making me
pregnant.

I had the Norplant removed but started using an IUD
without telling anybody. Some of Howard’s and my our
increasingly infrequent session of lovemaking would
have coincided with my fertile periods so I pretended
to be surprised that he wasn’t knocking me up, but
there was little chance. I even had myself checked told
him the half truth; that I was very fertile. This left
Howard and the family to conclude that is was his sperm
count. I don’t think he was really upset. The babies
were more his Mom’s idea than his. I was starting to
loose respect for him, notwithstanding the money he was
pulling down.

For several years I had to make do for sex with Howard
and my secret collection of vibrators and dildos. Then
I found Eve, or rather she found me. Eve was about my
age, an equally unsatisfied wife in our upscale
neighborhood. One afternoon I was at her house,
drinking wine and let on feeling sorry for myself about
not getting laid more often. She was very sympathetic,
telling me how pretty and sexy I was, how she envied my
large, firm breasts. Somehow it seemed to make sense to
let her take off my blouse to see me better.

And then she was kissing me and touching me and not
just my breasts. I felt her hand slide up under my
skirt, but I was too turned on to stop her. By then she
had me laid out on the couch, kissing and nibbling my
breasts as she slipped off my panties and began playing
with my sex in earnest. When her tongue and lips
brought me to that first girl-girl orgasm, a new world
opened for me. I knew it would never take the place of
cock, but I loved what Eve could do to me and what I
soon learned to do for her. From them on, we spent many
happy hours with our faces in each other’s pussies.

It was Eve, in fact, who encouraged me find other men
to give me the fucking I needed. I started going with
Eve to a bar out of town to dance. Nothing attracts men
like two hot chicks dancing with each other. We never
had to buy our own drinks. One night Eve was
off in a corner letting some guy suck her tits while I
was dancing and drinking with his buddy. He was a few
years younger than me, but funny and hansom, and hung.
He was in construction or something and had a faint
scent of muscular toil about him: the kind of guy that
always makes me wet. Our dancing turned into grinding,
and before I know it, he had me in the back seat of his
truck fucking me like a madman. Then we continued at
his apartment for most of the night.

I never really looked back. It sounds like a clich,
but I started getting it from my tennis instructor, my
personal trainer, and an assortment of gardeners,
plumbers, and some very lucky delivery boys. Eve was
doing the same; it was so easy in our neighborhood.

Once at a Christmas party I was dancing with one of
Howard’s partners. He had been drinking and put his
hands on my ass and told me he always wanted me. I
played the game and told him I could never; I had just
been drinking and flirting. He was just about humping
me by the end of the dance and I was turned on. I
playfully slapped him and asked him to show me the
house. He just about yanked my arm off getting me away
from the dancers and down a dark hall. As soon as he
closed the door to his office, he was all over me. I
moaned that it was not right, and he should not take
advantage of me because I was drinking. He wasn’t
buying it and soon I was naked from the waist down and
he was licking me till I came while pulling his hair.
He climbed on me and I begged him to stop. When his
cock went in me, I stopped pretending to resist and
started begging for it and cumming all over his cock.
He was a real stud. I let him fuck me him pretty often
after that because he knew how to give a woman what she
needs.

*****

Sorry if this getting long and kinda off the point, but
you need to know who I am for the rest of this to make
sense. Don’t get the wrong idea; I was running around,
but I was still a good wife to Howard who was getting
all the sex HE wanted and a very good Mommy to John who
was turning from a cute little boy into a handsome
young man. He was the kind of kid everyone took to and
after puberty, a boy that girls went crazy over. Who
could blame them; my son is a hunk. He joined the
football team and started working out at 15. At 18 he
is a lean and muscular 6’1” and the captain of the
team. It’s kind of hard for a mother to accept, but it
was obvious that he was fucking all the cheerleaders
and any other girl he wants. I just wanted to scratch
their eyes out.

Still, it was Eve, as usual, that started the ball
rolling in a new direction. It was getting late one
afternoon and we’d spent a wonderful hour or so in bed.
I was “complaining” (half bragging, really) about my
son’s prowess with girls when Eve brought me up short.
“It’s not just girls, you know,” she smiled
mysteriously.

“What?”

“You know Edwina Hart?”

“Sure, she’s John’s AP math teacher… No!”

Eve flashed one of her sexiest, grins. “Yes. Seems her
husband came home early one day and found his forty-
year old wife years with her legs wrapped around your
son’s back, humping him and crying and begging him to
keep fucking her. He was so intimidated by John he just
stood and watched.”

“But… she… She’s…”

“Pregnant. And diamonds to donuts she didn’t get that
sexy bulge from her husband. I’d heard they couldn’t
have children because he’s sterile.”

I was stunned.

“Pretty sexy, huh? Edwina Hart, a married woman and a
respectable school teacher so in lust with one of her
students your son she lets him knock her up!”

I must have been gaping because Eve laughed and
continued. “I wonder how it started.” She paused and
got this far-away smile. “I guess she’d hit that age —
like you and me — where she just needed more sex than
hubby could give her, especially the wimp she’s married
to.”

Eve’s face was prettily evil as she spun out her
fantasy. “Week after week she’d see him in class,
unable to keep her eyes off his crotch, getting a
little wet, wondering what it would be like. At some
point John would have noticed and it became their
secret game. She started wearing sexier clothes and let
him peek up her skirt on days when she went without
panties. He would adjust his package and grin at her.
In the afternoons, she would rush home wet and
masturbate, thinking about him.”

“I wonder if she made the first move or did he?” Eve
mused. “It doesn’t matter. It was during an after
school conference. One minute they were talking about
functional forms and the next her tongue was down his
throat. Like the cocksman he is, he was feeling her
breasts and driving her crazy. After bringing her to
one orgasm on his fingers, she didn’t resist when he
pulled down her panties and took her on the desk,
having to hold his hand over her mouth to keep her
cries from giving them away.”

“She probably felt guilty and fucked her husband that
night for all she was worth, but all she could think
about was your son and his big cock, ramming in her,
stretching her, filling her…. Oh my God! She had been
so excited she didn’t think to make him use a condom.
What if he had…!”

“That did it! The thought of her belly swelling with
the baby of a well-hung high-school boy sent her over
the edge. She came hard, screaming like a banshee,
climaxing like never before with her husband. Her pussy
clamped down on his inferior prick and he squirted in a
bit of watery sperm that she couldn’t even feel. She
lied to him that he had excited her, but when he rolled
off of her and was snoring, she cried herself to
sleep.”

“She told herself it wouldn’t happen again, but five
minutes after the next time John came to her after
school, she was on her back on the same desk, her
panties around her ankles and her skirt rucked up
around her waist and John’s bare cock deep in her
spasming pussy. Realizing then that she couldn’t live
without his cock, she started asking John over to her
house to fuck her senseless as often as she could get
him there.”

“Eve, stop!” I gasped. My heart was pounding.

“Why?” she asked, playing dumb. “Does thinking about
how John fucked his math teacher turn you on?”

“Eve, please!”

“Fucked her with his big cock until she needed it so
bad she let him make her pregnant!”

“Eve!” I whined.

“Is that what you’re thinking about Terri? Thinking
about getting John’s hard young cock in you and letting
your son shoot you full of his potent baby juice?” She
didn’t give me the chance to lie and deny it. Her hand
found my burning pussy. “This pussy says you are,” she
laughed. “You’re swamp down there, girl! Well, it’s not
going to happen today, so better let me help calm you
down before you go home.”

*****

That was the start of where I am now. To say I looked
at John differently after Eve told me how my son had
made is math teacher pregnant would be an
understatement. Instead of my little boy, even my big
handsome young man, I now saw a stud. And I reacted as
I react to studs: being around him made me horny as
hell and a little crazy. For example, we had a big snow
storm here not long after that afternoon with Eve.
Schools were closed so John was around the house.

I spent the day walking around in a lavender tank top
(no bra) that was tight as my skin. The cold made my
nipples hard. On my hips I wore just a green micro mini
and a matching green thong. It made John crazy, like I
hoped. We watched a couple of movies under a blanket. I
threw my legs over his lap. I could feel his cock as I
moved them from time to time. I know he got several
views. But I didn’t want to go too far, too fast. I was
trying to play it cool at least till his father would
be gone for a week.

Eve was bubbling with excitement when I told her about
my hot “snow day” with John. “I’ll bet he’s jacked off
thinking about that green thong and the wet Mommy pussy
under it every nigh he’s not out making some other MILF
pregnant,” she laughed. “Think about him running his
lotion-slick hand up and down his cock, his eyes closed
and moaning, ‘Oh, Mom, Mom, you’re fucking me so good.
Mom, you’re making me come in you… Agggg.’ And a milk
carton of thick white sperm shoots out of his pee-hole,
thick white sperm you wish were shooting into your hot
Mommy pussy!”

“Eve! Don’t say that. I was just having some fun with
him. I’m not going to FUCK him.”

“Yes you are. You’re seducing him, making him crazy
with lust for you. When you move in, he’ll be helpless
and Mommy will get what she wants: her son’s hard thick
cock in her.”

“No, Eve. You’re wrong.”

“I’m right. You’re gonna fuck him and I know why.”

“Because I’m an oversexed housewife?” I grinned.

“Well, yeah, that, too,” she laughed. “But mainly
you’re gonna fuck him so he’ll get you pregnant.”

“No!!! I could never do that.”

“Sure you could. Howard would just think he’d gotten
lucky again after all these years. And the old
biological clock is ticking. You know you want babies.
And John is the smartest, studliest man you know. It
wouldn’t take him long to put a beautiful, strong,
bright baby in your tummy. And you’d be super sexy
pregnant, your belly getting big and tight, those
beautiful breasts filling up with milk. You’d be so
horny Howard, John and I together couldn’t keep you
satisfied,” she laughed again.

Her obscene words had me hotter than a branding iron
and without realizing it, I hand my hand down my
waistband fingering myself. “Hey, that’s my job,” Even
said diving between my legs. I didn’t argue with her
anymore that day.

******

I still was not sure what I was going to do, but I knew
I had a serious case of the hots for my son. Several
days later Howard, John, and I went to Boston to look
at colleges even though he is only a junior. (He’s a
year older than most kids in his class because when he
was 5, I couldn’t bear letting him go to kindergarten,
so I kept him back a year.)

We decided to stay over Thursday night and when we got
back to the hotel, I wanted to change. I had worn
borderline slut clothes incase I needed to seduce an
admissions officer, but I found most were women and
from the way they looked at Jon, I knew he’d be
admitted anywhere he wanted. I was very horny from
seeing those young guys on campus and decided to go for
a dip. My husband had no interest so it was just John
and me.

It was nearly dark and the large indoor pool area was
deserted. John looked so very hot in his baggy trunks
and sculpted body. It wasn’t hard to see the bulge I’d
been wet for. I had on a small black string bikini. I
got in the hot tube while John went for a swim. I got
so turned on watching him I started playing with
myself. I was so into myself I didn’t notice when he
approached until almost too late. Did he see his mother
playing with her pussy? Could he have guessed why?

John got into the hot tub with me before I could get
any release. We talked about the school and him
leaving. I told Him how much I would miss him and how I
felt old.

“You’re not old, Mom.”

“I sure feel that way when I see your girlfriends. I’m
jealous of their hot young bodies.”

“Mom you have nothing to be jealous of. They can’t hold
a candle to you.”

“That’s sweet, honey?”

“No, it is true. Guys stare at you wherever we go. All
my friends have the hots for you.”

“Well that is so nice of you to say, but you father has
no interest in me and I guess my self-confidence has
suffered.”

“Well he must be crazy. If you weren’t my mom you would
be in trouble.

“If only you weren’t my son,” I said and leaned in to
give him a peak on the cheek. “You are so sweet.”

I placed my hand on his chest lifted my leg across his
lap. I could feel he was hard as a rock. I smiled. “Did
I do that to you?”

He turned red. “Yes, mom you look great in that…” His
voice trailed off as he looked at my breasts.

“I’m sorry baby, I said. “I didn’t mean to tease you.”

“I’m not sorry, Mom. I wish you’d dress like that more
often.”

“Maybe I would if you always reacted like that,” I
giggled. I rubbed my leg back and forth. “I guess I
can’t leave you like this. If you promise not to tell I
can help you with that,” I said, nibbling his ear.

I slid my hand down over his cock and started rubbing
him. He just moaned. “I’m sorry I can’t do more but I
am you mother,” I whispered and slid my hand in his
trunks, and started playing with his head and worked up
to jerking him off, slowly at first, then faster and
faster while sucking on his neck and ears. “You are so
sexy, baby. So much bigger than your dad. I wish I
could have you!”

That was enough. He came violently, squirting an
incredible quantity of cum in the water. I shuddered,
thinking what that much potent young sperm could do in
my fertile pussy. I stroked him slowly till he came
down to earth and kissed him like a lover. “We’d better
get back honey. We don’t what your dad to get
suspicious.

As we walked back hand in hand, I was thinking: Howard
will be going away in two weeks! Was Eve right? Would I
have the nerve to seduce my son? Would I be able to
wait that long?

Saturday, the first morning we were back, John came
down stairs while I was making breakfast. He put his
arms around me and grabbed my breast. He was kneading
them and pinching my nipples as he ground his big cock
against my ass. I hand on a short silk nightie with
spaghetti straps. I pushed back against him a moaned.
He was kissing my neck. I couldn’t let this get out of
hands. “We have to stop, baby,” I groaned but he
ignored me. “John, baby we can’t… your father will be
down,” I gasped, unable to pull myself away form him.
He stopped only when we heard Howard’s foot steps. I
was wet and shaking as we sat at breakfast, Howard
slightly puzzled at John’s big shit-eating grin.

The rest of the weekend John kept trying to get me
alone, but I didn’t let him. My plan was to play hard
to get and make him insane with lust till his dad goes
away. That night I got Howard to fuck me and made sure
John could hear me. Thinking about him, I went crazy,
begging to be fucked harder for him to “put that big
prick in me lover and make me come.” I was loud, mainly
imagining it was John’s cock in me and thinking about
him hearing me, but I did enjoy it. You know what the
say, even bad sex is still better than anything else.
Hubby kept asking what got into me but he really liked
it.

This was making me crazy also. Any time the three of us
were together I was touching my husband but smiling at
John or blowing him kisses or licking my lips when his
father wasn’t looking. If I walked by him, I rubbed up
against him.

By Sunday afternoon I was so horny I had to go over to
Eve’s house to get relief. I almost attacked her when
she opened the door. “Are you alone?” I gasped, turning
that pixy face up to mine and kissing her as I drew her
slim, curvy body to me.

“John have you worked up, again?” she managed to laugh.

“Feel me,” I said and pushed her hand into my soupy
snatch.

“Ummm, you are in a bad way, honey. Mamma Eve knows
just what you need.” Gratefully I let her lead me to
the bedroom and undress me she looked like she was
dressed for solo fun when I came. Gleefully she
produced a double headed dildo and soon we were up
grinding our lips together with it in us, coming and
moaning.

Monday after Howard left for work I was walking around
in a towel when John came in my room and started
feeling me up. He got his hand under my towel and
started rubbing my pussy. I almost melted under his
touch. “No, John! This is wrong.” I was genuinely
afraid he would do me right then and I don’t think I
could have stopped him. Fortunately, the door bell
rang. It was Eve coming over early for shopping as we
had planned. John had to sulk away.

“Let’s get Mommy some sexy boy-corrupting clothes so
her poor innocent son won’t be able to resist her,” Eve
giggled in the car. “You want John to be like a sexed-
crazed animal when he gets you, right?”

The next few days were just as crazy. Like one
afternoon John came up and gave me a hug, making sure I
could feel his iron-hard prick. “Please, Mom, I’m so
horny. Can you get me off?”

I hesitated. “Like this?” I asked, stroking him through
his pants and giving him a hot kiss. He groaned and
looked so helpless. “OK, but this is the last time. We
can’t keep doing this.” I pushed him back in a chair
and undid his pants and ran my hand up and down his
lovely cock a few times. “Wait here, baby. I’ve got an
idea.” I removed my shirt and bra and got some lotion.
Kneeling in front of him, I squeezed his cock between
my breasts and stared in slow motion to titty fuck him.
He moaned and tried to grab me. “No touching. I’m your
mother.”

Soon he was humping begging for release. I just keep
asking, “Do you like Mama’s tits? Do you like to fuck
Mama’s tits, baby? Do you want to come on Mama’s big
soft titties? Do it, baby! Come for Mama.” (I like to
talk dirty.)

That was enough; he exploded, all over my tits and
chin. Quickly, I scooped up as much as I could up and
licked it off my fingers. “If you weren’t my son, I
would clean you off too,” I whispered. He threw his
head back and groaned in frustration. I walked away,
smiling to myself.

He never got soft.

*****

I don’t know what I thought would happen, but it wasn’t
what did. I was over at Eve’s and as usual she was on
my case about letting John fuck me and knock me up. As
usual I was holding her off. “Even if I did let him, I
wouldn’t let him make me pregnant.”

“So you admit you are planning to let him fuck you”

“I said no such thing, just that I wouldn’t get
pregnant if I did.”

“And how would you avoid it? John doesn’t look like a
man to use a condom if he can get away with not doing
it. And grown women seems to find him very persuasive,”
she laughed. “Do you think you would even want him to
pull out?”

“My pretty little butterfly has severed me well for 17
years’ she would keep even John’s baby juice from
knocking me up,” I assured her.

“But you say he has a huge cock, what if he fucks your
little friend out?”

“Oh, she’s hung in there for some pretty hard rides,” I
joked.

“Too bad,” she purred and started kissing her way down
my belly. “This would be so sexy stretched tight with
John’s baby.”

I was almost ready to go when Howard called me on my
cell and told me he was home packing, flying to Chicago
for a meeting on Saturday. Eve perked up and said let’s
go out for drinks and dancing at one of our favorite
high-class dives, “But not yet, Baby. Her fingers and
lips found my clit and we didn’t talk much for a while.

I was groggy with sex when I left for home to dress,
putting on a short brown knit dress very tight and very
low cut with thin straps. I had on 5” black heels a
gold ankle bracelet, a few gold and diamond bracelets,
and a choker.

When Eve picked me up about 6:30, she was wearing a red
satin dress with a strap that went over one shoulder
and left the other bare. Very short and tight. We call
it her “classy slut” dress. She doesn’t even own a pair
of heels under 4″ and loves thigh-highs. Of course she
leaves her panties at home when she’s on the prowl as
do I. At the disco, Eve quickly found a guy about our
age, quite handsome, while I did some bumping and
grinding with several young guys. Rather than release,
it just got me hot. We let the men buy us a few too
many and Eve said she couldn’t drive. “Call John to
take us home,” she suggested.

We were hanging onto John and laughing like
streetwalkers as we wobled to the car, leaving behind
several sullen, horny guys. I rubbed up against John
like a bitch in heat, touching his arm and chest as he
drove. I slid my and down to his cock. He was so hard.
“Did you ever think my little Johnny would grow so big
and strong,” I bragged to Eve.

“No, Baby. He’s a real stud.”

I continued to stroke him, feeing his delicious
hardness. Finally, I took him out. “Look what I’ve done
to my little boy,” I told Eve. “When he gets like this
I have to help him with his tension.”

“You’d better. He looks real tense to me.” She leered
from the back seat

“Well if you think I should,” I said, as I lowered my
head to him lap and licked his head and member. I took
him in my mouth while stroking him.

Eve was nibbling at his ear. “You’ve got a real hot
Mommy, John; she loves to suck stud cock. You should
return the favor by eating her horny pussy. She’s soooo
sweet and she loves to be eaten. And when you do, who
knows what else you can do.” I could only groan with
his prick down my throat.

We didn’t make it home before he had to pull over and
stopped. I felt him expand and he came so hard and so
much some dripped down him balls which I sucked off.
“Get her home before she changes her mind about letting
you go down on her,” Eve whispered in his ear, cuddling
with me in the front seat now.

“But only if you promise not to try anything,” I added
weakly.

“Don’t count on it,” Eve whispered and she kissed me,
telling me how good John tasted on my mouth. Eve
slipped her finger in me and kept me on the edge of
orgasm the rest of the way home and I was boiling with
lust when we arrived. She led the way to the bedroom
and together they undressed me. They lifted my short
dress over my head. John was kissing me while Eve
kissed my neck and someone undid my bra. They each had
on a nipple in their mouths. I was groaning and holding
their heads to my breasts. I fell back on the bed and
Eve keep sucking on me while she told John get
undressed and lick me. In a trance I watched him step
out of his clothes, slowly revealing his gorgeous body.

“You never told me how big he is,” Eve hissed
enviously. I felt John remove my thong over my heels.
Eve continued to kiss and fondle my tits as John
started kissing my inner thighs. “Eat me, Baby. Oh
yeah, Oh, Baby!” I moaned in lust, pulling his hair.
When his tongue finally swept over my lips, it sent
chills up my spine. I nearly came. Eve was worked my
ears, neck and breasts. John was attacking me with long
soft stokes, then frenching me. I was pulling his hair.
“My pussy, Baby, Mama’s pussy!” I begged. He hit my
clit and after a few flicks I was cumming with my son’s
tongue deep inside his mother’s pussy.

I was too orgasmed out to realize exactly what was
happening to me, but I heard Eve talking to John.
“She’s out of it, John. Fuck her!”

“No baby we can’t,” I moaned, still coming down.

“This is your chance John. Do her,” Eve almost ordered.
I protested as he complied, lifting my legs.

“Don’t you want it?” Eve taunted.

“Yes, but, but we can’t!”

“Oh, but you can!” Eve growled and grabbed John’s cock.
“Here!” she ordered and pulled him to me, guiding his
head to my lips. She rubbed it against my opening, and
just keep asking, “You want it, Baby?”

“But it’s wrong!”

“Wrong, but sooo sexy! You want it, don’t you? Open up
for him, Baby. That’s it! More!”

I could feel the delicious pressure of John’s cock
pushing against my opening as Eve rubbed him against my
wetness. “You want it, Terri. You need it. Let him in!”

“Yes, please, yes!” I couldn’t deny it; all I’d wanted
for weeks was John’s cock in me. I was soaked. “Fuck
me, Baby! Fuck Mama!”

He needed no more encouragement and slid in slow but
steady till I felt his ball against my ass. He pulled
out except for the head and slid it back in slowly he
keep this up over and over till I was clawing his back
with my legs wrapped around him and screaming for him
to fuck me, fuck mama harder!

He steadily picked up the pace till he was like an out
of control animal driven by pure lust. “I’ve always
wanted you and this pussy, Mom. So wet and tight,” he
groaned.

Eve was whispering in my ear. “You got what you wanted
you little boy fucking you.” John was now kissing me
and driving his big cock in me. I was so full. “And now
you’re going to get your baby!”

“Noooo!” I wailed but Eve ignored me.

“She’s fertile, John. You can knock her up. See how
she’s fucking you. See how she’s cumming. She wants a
baby John. Give her your baby!”

“Tell him you want it,Terri,” she cooed to me. Tell him
to fuck you and come in you. Tell him you want to be
pregnant with his baby. ”

Eve’s crazy words and John’s pounding cock had me out
of my mind. “John baby I want you! Cum in Mommy’s
pussy, Baby. Give me your baby, Baby.

John drove into me and froze. I felt him expand, and
then shudder, and, groaning like a wounded animal,
flood me like no man ever had. I shrieked in ecstasy as
well and came all over him. He collapsed on me. I just
kissed him neck and touched his sweat covered body.
“Thank you, Baby. I love you,” I whispered as I drifted
off, his cock still only half soft plugging my pussy.

John woke me up twice more that night to make love to
me who am I kidding to fuck the daylights out of
me, the first time with my heels to the ceiling and the
second time doggy style. I sucked him clean each time.
The next morning when he awoke, his mother was riding
his big thick cock mouthing obscenities. He joined me
in the shower and did me twice more that day before his
father showed up that night. The last time I noticed he
seemed to be treating me quite gently. “Come on, stud;
give it to me. Or is this old woman wearing you out?” I
teased.

“I don’t like it when you say you’re old,” he said
seriously. “I’m not tired; I decided to be careful.”

“Careful? About what?”

“Well, you know. What Eve said last night, about you
having my baby.”

“Oh, John,” I laughed. “That was just Eve’s little
fantasy. I guess she got me going, but we didn’t make a
baby. I’m fertile, but protected. I’ve had an IUD for
years. Why do you think you don’t have a houseful of
brothers and sisters?”

“Oh,” he said, obviously disappointed. “Sure, I
understand.”

I wondered if I did. Did my son really want to get his
mother pregnant? I juiced a bit at the thought. Oh
well, I could put that new wetness to good use. “Hush
baby and fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

*****

Howard’s return made is difficult for John to fuck me
as often as he and I wanted him to, but I still got it
a couple of times Saturday and Sunday just from John.
Somehow it didn’t seem right to let Howard fuck me just
then. It was like I was on my honeymoon with John and I
wanted only him. Monday while John was at school, I
cooled off enough to know we couldn’t keep doing this.

It was dangerous, crazy, I explained when he got home
from school. He just smiled. Even as I was explaining,
he had his hand in my pussy. “If you don’t want to get
fucked, Mom, why aren’t you wearing panties and why are
you so wet?” He rather clinched his argument by taking
me on the dining table, another screaming, heels-in-
the-air, mommy fuck.

What was totally impossible was getting together with
Eve to talk everything over. John would hardly leave me
alone and eventually I started having to fuck Howard,
too, to keep him from getting suspicious. I was
worried, but God, the sex was great. Finally, almost a
week later, we finally got together. She hadn’t been
getting as much sex as I had and insisted on making
love first before talking. Then I told her everything.
Not being able to stop, not wanting Howard. “The
strangest part is that John actually seemed
disappointed when I told him you were only teasing us
about him making me pregnant.”

“Who says I was teasing?” she grinned.

“OK, so ‘you’ think it would be funny if ‘I’ got
knocked up. But it’s not going to happen. I’ve got my
butterfly,” I smiled.

“You mean, this?” She pulled out a small familiar
object and dangled it in my face.

“What? What is that? Where did you get that?

Eve just smiled as I sputtered to a halt. “You know
exactly what it is honey, your precious butterfly. And
I think you can figure out where I found it, in that
sweet juicy and now probably pregnant pussy.”

“How could you!”

“Easy, girl. When I heard Howard was going out of town
last weekend, I knew that was my chance. You got one of
my best tonguings and came so hard you didn’t know when
I reached in and pulled your little friend out.”

“You and John had this planned.”

“No, but I knew I could count on John to behave like a
horny male when he saw a pretty sexy woman drunk and
available. But you did most of the job of getting
yourself pregnant by John, just as I was sure you
would”

“‘I’?” I gasped. “I didn’t do anything, well except let
John fuck me.”

“I believe a tied and true way to get pregnant is for a
fertile woman to get with the most virile male she can
find and fuck him and only him. And if you came like a
bitch in heat, well, it’s because you were. Your little
reptile brain has been trying for years to get mommy
pregnant again. I just helped.”

I was sobbing. “But I’m afraid? What’s to happen to
me?”

“Your pants are going to get tight, and your tummy is
going to get big, and your tits are going to swell and
it’s going to be OK. You are a healthy horny, sexy
woman and Howard will be overjoyed to think he knocked
you up again at last. And you’ve got me. We’re in this
together.”

“Easy for you to say, but I’m the one who’s pregnant.”

“So am I!”

“You let Frank…?”

“No, not Frank, not this time, at least.” She said with
her most self satisfied giggle. “Who is the smartest,
hunkiest, sexiest man I know?”

“How should I… NO!”

“Yes. When Edwina told me how John had turned the
tables on her and made her pregnant and how sexy she
felt to be carrying his child, I got so hot I knew I
had to have him too. About two months ago I threw away
my pills and had him come over to help me “move some
things” and let him seduce me; he suspected what I
wanted. When I whispered to him that I was fertile, he
nearly broke it off in me! When I knew he had knocked
me up. I hatched the idea of getting him to make you
pregnant, too so you couldn’t be mad at me.”

“Like Hell I can’t!”

“Come on, Terri. You’re going to be a mother of a baby
fathered by prime stud and your husband will never
know. You’ve got it made. And with the right man,
pregnant sex is even better than regular sex.”

“I should choke you.”

“But you’re not going to be able to, if I eat that
pretty pregnant pussy ’til you scream.”

*********

Well there we were, Edwina, Eve and I, three grown
women who “should know better” all with swelling
tummies because a high-school boy, my son, was so sexy
we opened our legs and wrapped them around his muscular
back as he filled our hungry pussies full of his hot,
thick, baby-making cum.

As when pregnant with John, so when pregnant by him, my
normal lusty enjoyment of sex turned into a gnawing
urge, to the exhausted pleasure of the men in my life.
Howard was surprised and pleased when I started
demanding more regular sex and my orgasms as I fucked
him were not faked: I was thinking about how his son
had so recently had his prick where Howard’s was now
and had already given me the baby that I was begging
him to give me. More than one repairman and delivery
boy left my house tiered but happy to have found a sexy
housewife hot for a roll. And of course John couldn’t
reenact often enough the way he “got Mom proggers.”

Things turned out as you might expect. I missed my
period and a beaming Fred congratulated Howard on
getting me pregnant, too. Eve and I let them think what
they liked. Edwina had her twins and Eve and I had our
suspicions about the rash of high school teacher
getting pregnant.

Even the attitude of John’s Aunt Caitlin improved
noticeably after she turned up unexpectedly pregnant
not long after a visit. Eve had a blond little boy and
I had a darling little girl that looked “just like
Howard,” so his family thought. By the time John went
off to college, Edwina, Eve and I and several of his
teachers were all nursing the second round of
“unexpected” babies.