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June 14th – the first day of summer vacation, and
Nick Williams was going to make the most of it.
Leaving high school behind, the 17 year-old wanted
nothing more than to hang around the house until
autumn and his first year at Westchester University.
Nick went into the family's den and rummaged through
the DVD cabinet, eventually choosing one of the
racier selections. In fact, it was actually porn,
truth be told – though of the "soft core" variety. He
popped it in, unzipped his jeans and slowly
masturbated as he watched the couple on the TV make
passionate love.
He didn't hear his mother come down the stairs.
Pamela Williams, dressed in tight grey sweats and a
white tee shirt, was about to go for a workout in the
gym in the garage, but was curious what Nick was up
to. She walked over to the den's doorway, and watched
her son caress his immense rock hard cock. She
smiled. Nick knew his mom was standing there and he
turned, grinning at her from the love seat.
"Good morning, Nicholas," Pamela chirped. "Well, I
was going to pump some weights in the garage, but
this looks like a lot more fun." She sauntered over
and joined her son on the couch, slipping her hand
over her son's huge swollen balls. She then turned
her attention to the TV. "Oh, I love this film. It's
so sexy and romantic."
They watched the film together while Pamela
masturbated her son. The lovers onscreen climaxed and
Pamela sighed contently, stretching over to kiss her
son on the lips. Nick returned the kiss, running his
hands around his mom's narrow waist, and out around
her wide hips. Their tongues danced together as they
frenched. Pamela kept stroking her son's thick cock,
evoking moans from him.
"Oh, damn, that feels so good, Mom."
"Now, Nicholas," Pamela admonished in a stern
whisper, "you know better than to call me that. When
your father Ted is away, you're the Man of the House,
and I'm your woman, so call me by my name."
"Pamela," Nick whispered in his mother's ear as he
nibbled her earlobe. He moved a hand to the tight
crotch of his mom's sweatpants and rubbed her moist
mound.
"Oh, my lord, that's so nice," Pamela purred as she
squirmed and gyrated her hips. Torrents of piquant
cunt juice soaked the fabric as Nick rubbed his
mother's clit.
And with that, there were no more words. After a few
more minutes, Pamela gently kissed her son's lips,
rose from the love seat, and moved toward the den's
doorway. She stopped, turned and gave a small smile
to her son. He smiled back, turned off the TV and
followed her out of the den.
He followed his mother up the stairs, eyeing her
exquisitely round butt firmly ensconced in the
sweatpants. His cock was still jutting out from his
open zipper, fully erect and throbbing with sex-
blood. Pamela glanced back over her shoulder as she
ascended the stairway, licking her lips and giggling
just a bit. Nick loved the way they played and teased
each other. It was like they had their own little
secret language. Along with the biggest secret of
all, of course.
They entered the Master Bedroom and soon fell into an
embrace standing beside the king-sized bed. Pamela
was quite a bit smaller than her son – maybe five
foot four, with severe curves and a cascade of dark
brown hair that just brushed her shoulders. Nicholas
was six feet tall, muscular and possessed of a
massive cock, much larger than his father's.
But that's not what mattered most to his mother. She
loved his sensitivity and the way he made love to
her, the way he desired her and possessed her.
And today was the day for much, much more. They
undressed each other. Nicholas, naked and completely
aroused, kissed his mother's gumdrop-sized nipples,
suckling on them while caressing her ample boobs.
Pamela coo'd quietly, running her hands thru
Nicholas's mop of blond hair. That's when she noticed
she still had her wedding ring on and paused to slip
it off. She tossed it into the ornamental ceramic
bowl on the nightstand, creating a sound that made
Nick smile as he continued to lick his mom's nipples.
That ceramic bowl – glazed a deep midnight blue – was
something he's fired up in the kiln in his junior
year art class. When he gave it to his mom a year ago
and received a passionate kiss in return (the first
they'd ever shared), that was really the beginning of
their long mutual seduction – a seductive pas de deux
where they hinted and teased and tormented each other
for months before the dance finally ended with a
night of torrid lovemaking a few weeks ago. Now, they
were nearly inseparable.
They moved onto the bed and Nick knelt as his mom
licked and sucked and worshipped his cock, taking it
deeply into her mouth, kissing and lightly teething
and sucking while Nick tilted his head back and
enjoyed the pleasure he felt. Then, he gently eased
his mother onto her back, kissed her generous thighs,
and ran his tongue up to Pamela's lightly furred and
fragrant pussy. It was dripping sweet cunt juice and
Nicholas eagerly licked and licked, sending his
mother into convulsive waves of joy as she climaxed
very quickly – one time, two times, three times – as
Nicholas plunged his tongue deep into her lovehole.
They were both more than ready to fuck. This was
usually the time Pamela reached over to her
nightstand drawer and pulled out a contraceptive
sponge. But she didn't do it this time. She continued
kissing and hugging her son, both of them out of
their minds with lust, Nick rubbing the entire length
of his dripping cock up and down his mother's hot
slit, using intense control to not just mount her and
plunge deep, deep, deep inside.
Finally, after an eternity without exchanging a word,
Pamela breathed warmly into her son's ear, pulling
him tightly against her chest. "Put it in me, Honey.
Do it, Nicholas. I'm sooo fertile right now. I want
you to breed with me. I want you to put a baby in me.
Please, please put it in me now, lover."
"I will, I will. God, I want to so bad."
And with that, he entered his mother's fertile
babyhole, sliding the entire length of his babymaker
into her. They embraced and kissed feverishly as the
fucking commenced. They laughed with sexual passion,
bucking their hips together in a carnal fervor, going
faster and more furiously with each stroke.
Pamela climaxed with a loud squeal and begged her son
to cum, too – "Come on, Honey, give it to me. Hurry
and put a baby in me, sweetheart. Come on, do it, oh
do it. You're the Man of the House. Do your duty and
knock me up. Ooooooooo... do it, Honey."
"Uhhh, gawwwd, I'm doing it. I'm putting a baby in
you. Oh, christ!" And Nicholas blasted a generous hot
load into his mother, sending jet after jet of thick
fertile babyjuice deep into her womb. His orgasm was
unbelievably intense. He was impregnating his mother,
and he loved her so much as he filled her belly with
a baby.
They continued throughout the morning and into the
afternoon, making babylove in the Master Bedroom.
Around noon, happily exhausted from so many orgasms,
they took a break and went downstairs to eat lunch.
Then, they took a shower together before returning to
the bedroom to screw for the rest of the afternoon.
Late in the day, as the sounds people returning home
from work wafted with the breeze thru the open
window, the upstairs Master Bedroom found the lovers
in a quieter mood, with Pamela straddling her son,
gently rocking on his lap while running her hands
over his chest and gazing lovingly into his eyes.
Nick's cock continued to rise to the occasion, even
after he'd unloaded into his mom's womb six times
that day. But now he simply moved it in and out of
Pamela's babyhole, savoring the warmth of her cunt,
savoring the idea that he'd stolen his father's wife,
that she was all his. Savoring the idea that he was
breeding with his own mother.
By the end of the week, however, the fantasy was
over. Nick's father Ted came home and he had to move
back to his teenage bedroom down the hall. Neither
Pamela nor Nick wanted this They wanted to keep
working on their baby. Pamela was super healthy and
super fertile, but she was 40, so it might take a
while for Nick to impregnate her. They needed every
spare moment to breed.
The day after Ted returned home, Pamela cornered her
son downstairs in the laundry room. They embraced and
French-kissed with Ted right above them, in the
living room.
"Put your seed in me, Honey," she demanded. "I know
you want to." Pamela turned around and hiked up her
tight little summer dress, revealing her bare butt.
She leaned on the washing machine and as it hummed,
Nick lowered his jeans and slid his cock up into his
mother's warm wet cunt. He squeezed her sexy nether
cheeks as he pumped her quickly, not wanting to get
caught by his dad.
Pamela moaned loudly, losing control as the pleasure
washed over her. It felt so sinfully good, but the
taboo thrill caused them both to cum quickly as Nick
shot another hot load into his mom's fertile womb.
Later that afternoon, they did it again, this time in
Nick's bedroom, while Ted was out grabbing Chinese
food for dinner.
After dinner, Pamela suggested they all go to the
movies. Ted was too tired and wanted to stay home to
watch TV. Pamela acted upset with her husband, but
she was secretly excited. Mother and son left the
house, but didn't go to the Westchester Theatres
complex.
No, instead they checked into the Westchester Grand
Hotel and screwed well past the ending time of the
movie they were supposed to be seeing. But they were
having too much fun to stop. "We're gonna get into
sooooo much trouble with your father," Pamela teased
as she seduced her son again and again. "But I don't
care. C'mon and put it in me again, Sweetheart and
make me pregnant." Nick finished fucking his mom
around midnight, and at the same time decided he was
finished NOT being the Man of the House.
The next day, Ted had to head into the office early
He backed his car down the long driveway that led
right onto Westchester Avenue, the busiest roadway in
town and always a challenge to enter in the best of
circumstances. Of course, when the brake lines to
your car have been cut and your driveway is on a
steep incline, your odds of a safe journey turn
significantly against you.
Ted Worthington Williams, husband to Pamela Williams
and father to Nicholas Williams, died in a tragic
traffic accident during the third week of June. On
the First of July, 40 year-old widow Pamela Palladino
and 18 year-old Nicholas Williams were wed in Reno,
Nevada. Only they knew they were mother and son. And
only Pamela knew she was already carrying her son's
baby. She'd tell him tonight, after some passionate
breeding in the Master Bedroom.
"I told you you were the Man of the House, Nicholas,"
Pamela smiled at her son as they arrived home from
the airport after their wedding. She leapt up into
her son's arms and, both laughing with joy and
happiness, he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
Nick Williams was going to make the most of it.
Leaving high school behind, the 17 year-old wanted
nothing more than to hang around the house until
autumn and his first year at Westchester University.
Nick went into the family's den and rummaged through
the DVD cabinet, eventually choosing one of the
racier selections. In fact, it was actually porn,
truth be told – though of the "soft core" variety. He
popped it in, unzipped his jeans and slowly
masturbated as he watched the couple on the TV make
passionate love.
He didn't hear his mother come down the stairs.
Pamela Williams, dressed in tight grey sweats and a
white tee shirt, was about to go for a workout in the
gym in the garage, but was curious what Nick was up
to. She walked over to the den's doorway, and watched
her son caress his immense rock hard cock. She
smiled. Nick knew his mom was standing there and he
turned, grinning at her from the love seat.
"Good morning, Nicholas," Pamela chirped. "Well, I
was going to pump some weights in the garage, but
this looks like a lot more fun." She sauntered over
and joined her son on the couch, slipping her hand
over her son's huge swollen balls. She then turned
her attention to the TV. "Oh, I love this film. It's
so sexy and romantic."
They watched the film together while Pamela
masturbated her son. The lovers onscreen climaxed and
Pamela sighed contently, stretching over to kiss her
son on the lips. Nick returned the kiss, running his
hands around his mom's narrow waist, and out around
her wide hips. Their tongues danced together as they
frenched. Pamela kept stroking her son's thick cock,
evoking moans from him.
"Oh, damn, that feels so good, Mom."
"Now, Nicholas," Pamela admonished in a stern
whisper, "you know better than to call me that. When
your father Ted is away, you're the Man of the House,
and I'm your woman, so call me by my name."
"Pamela," Nick whispered in his mother's ear as he
nibbled her earlobe. He moved a hand to the tight
crotch of his mom's sweatpants and rubbed her moist
mound.
"Oh, my lord, that's so nice," Pamela purred as she
squirmed and gyrated her hips. Torrents of piquant
cunt juice soaked the fabric as Nick rubbed his
mother's clit.
And with that, there were no more words. After a few
more minutes, Pamela gently kissed her son's lips,
rose from the love seat, and moved toward the den's
doorway. She stopped, turned and gave a small smile
to her son. He smiled back, turned off the TV and
followed her out of the den.
He followed his mother up the stairs, eyeing her
exquisitely round butt firmly ensconced in the
sweatpants. His cock was still jutting out from his
open zipper, fully erect and throbbing with sex-
blood. Pamela glanced back over her shoulder as she
ascended the stairway, licking her lips and giggling
just a bit. Nick loved the way they played and teased
each other. It was like they had their own little
secret language. Along with the biggest secret of
all, of course.
They entered the Master Bedroom and soon fell into an
embrace standing beside the king-sized bed. Pamela
was quite a bit smaller than her son – maybe five
foot four, with severe curves and a cascade of dark
brown hair that just brushed her shoulders. Nicholas
was six feet tall, muscular and possessed of a
massive cock, much larger than his father's.
But that's not what mattered most to his mother. She
loved his sensitivity and the way he made love to
her, the way he desired her and possessed her.
And today was the day for much, much more. They
undressed each other. Nicholas, naked and completely
aroused, kissed his mother's gumdrop-sized nipples,
suckling on them while caressing her ample boobs.
Pamela coo'd quietly, running her hands thru
Nicholas's mop of blond hair. That's when she noticed
she still had her wedding ring on and paused to slip
it off. She tossed it into the ornamental ceramic
bowl on the nightstand, creating a sound that made
Nick smile as he continued to lick his mom's nipples.
That ceramic bowl – glazed a deep midnight blue – was
something he's fired up in the kiln in his junior
year art class. When he gave it to his mom a year ago
and received a passionate kiss in return (the first
they'd ever shared), that was really the beginning of
their long mutual seduction – a seductive pas de deux
where they hinted and teased and tormented each other
for months before the dance finally ended with a
night of torrid lovemaking a few weeks ago. Now, they
were nearly inseparable.
They moved onto the bed and Nick knelt as his mom
licked and sucked and worshipped his cock, taking it
deeply into her mouth, kissing and lightly teething
and sucking while Nick tilted his head back and
enjoyed the pleasure he felt. Then, he gently eased
his mother onto her back, kissed her generous thighs,
and ran his tongue up to Pamela's lightly furred and
fragrant pussy. It was dripping sweet cunt juice and
Nicholas eagerly licked and licked, sending his
mother into convulsive waves of joy as she climaxed
very quickly – one time, two times, three times – as
Nicholas plunged his tongue deep into her lovehole.
They were both more than ready to fuck. This was
usually the time Pamela reached over to her
nightstand drawer and pulled out a contraceptive
sponge. But she didn't do it this time. She continued
kissing and hugging her son, both of them out of
their minds with lust, Nick rubbing the entire length
of his dripping cock up and down his mother's hot
slit, using intense control to not just mount her and
plunge deep, deep, deep inside.
Finally, after an eternity without exchanging a word,
Pamela breathed warmly into her son's ear, pulling
him tightly against her chest. "Put it in me, Honey.
Do it, Nicholas. I'm sooo fertile right now. I want
you to breed with me. I want you to put a baby in me.
Please, please put it in me now, lover."
"I will, I will. God, I want to so bad."
And with that, he entered his mother's fertile
babyhole, sliding the entire length of his babymaker
into her. They embraced and kissed feverishly as the
fucking commenced. They laughed with sexual passion,
bucking their hips together in a carnal fervor, going
faster and more furiously with each stroke.
Pamela climaxed with a loud squeal and begged her son
to cum, too – "Come on, Honey, give it to me. Hurry
and put a baby in me, sweetheart. Come on, do it, oh
do it. You're the Man of the House. Do your duty and
knock me up. Ooooooooo... do it, Honey."
"Uhhh, gawwwd, I'm doing it. I'm putting a baby in
you. Oh, christ!" And Nicholas blasted a generous hot
load into his mother, sending jet after jet of thick
fertile babyjuice deep into her womb. His orgasm was
unbelievably intense. He was impregnating his mother,
and he loved her so much as he filled her belly with
a baby.
They continued throughout the morning and into the
afternoon, making babylove in the Master Bedroom.
Around noon, happily exhausted from so many orgasms,
they took a break and went downstairs to eat lunch.
Then, they took a shower together before returning to
the bedroom to screw for the rest of the afternoon.
Late in the day, as the sounds people returning home
from work wafted with the breeze thru the open
window, the upstairs Master Bedroom found the lovers
in a quieter mood, with Pamela straddling her son,
gently rocking on his lap while running her hands
over his chest and gazing lovingly into his eyes.
Nick's cock continued to rise to the occasion, even
after he'd unloaded into his mom's womb six times
that day. But now he simply moved it in and out of
Pamela's babyhole, savoring the warmth of her cunt,
savoring the idea that he'd stolen his father's wife,
that she was all his. Savoring the idea that he was
breeding with his own mother.
By the end of the week, however, the fantasy was
over. Nick's father Ted came home and he had to move
back to his teenage bedroom down the hall. Neither
Pamela nor Nick wanted this They wanted to keep
working on their baby. Pamela was super healthy and
super fertile, but she was 40, so it might take a
while for Nick to impregnate her. They needed every
spare moment to breed.
The day after Ted returned home, Pamela cornered her
son downstairs in the laundry room. They embraced and
French-kissed with Ted right above them, in the
living room.
"Put your seed in me, Honey," she demanded. "I know
you want to." Pamela turned around and hiked up her
tight little summer dress, revealing her bare butt.
She leaned on the washing machine and as it hummed,
Nick lowered his jeans and slid his cock up into his
mother's warm wet cunt. He squeezed her sexy nether
cheeks as he pumped her quickly, not wanting to get
caught by his dad.
Pamela moaned loudly, losing control as the pleasure
washed over her. It felt so sinfully good, but the
taboo thrill caused them both to cum quickly as Nick
shot another hot load into his mom's fertile womb.
Later that afternoon, they did it again, this time in
Nick's bedroom, while Ted was out grabbing Chinese
food for dinner.
After dinner, Pamela suggested they all go to the
movies. Ted was too tired and wanted to stay home to
watch TV. Pamela acted upset with her husband, but
she was secretly excited. Mother and son left the
house, but didn't go to the Westchester Theatres
complex.
No, instead they checked into the Westchester Grand
Hotel and screwed well past the ending time of the
movie they were supposed to be seeing. But they were
having too much fun to stop. "We're gonna get into
sooooo much trouble with your father," Pamela teased
as she seduced her son again and again. "But I don't
care. C'mon and put it in me again, Sweetheart and
make me pregnant." Nick finished fucking his mom
around midnight, and at the same time decided he was
finished NOT being the Man of the House.
The next day, Ted had to head into the office early
He backed his car down the long driveway that led
right onto Westchester Avenue, the busiest roadway in
town and always a challenge to enter in the best of
circumstances. Of course, when the brake lines to
your car have been cut and your driveway is on a
steep incline, your odds of a safe journey turn
significantly against you.
Ted Worthington Williams, husband to Pamela Williams
and father to Nicholas Williams, died in a tragic
traffic accident during the third week of June. On
the First of July, 40 year-old widow Pamela Palladino
and 18 year-old Nicholas Williams were wed in Reno,
Nevada. Only they knew they were mother and son. And
only Pamela knew she was already carrying her son's
baby. She'd tell him tonight, after some passionate
breeding in the Master Bedroom.
"I told you you were the Man of the House, Nicholas,"
Pamela smiled at her son as they arrived home from
the airport after their wedding. She leapt up into
her son's arms and, both laughing with joy and
happiness, he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
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