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CHAPTER I - THE BURDEN OF LOVING YOUR MOTHER

I suffer from a pregnancy fetish, I admit. It's been a lifelong affliction, but only recently have I come to embrace this obsession as what makes me who I am. If that labels me as weird or strange, so be it. It's something undeniable I feel I was born with.

I know that's odd for a guy who's just 21, a college football player, and overall a good student who's been told he's a handsome strapping young guy by the few girls he's dated. Most of my friends are terrified of becoming "tied down" to one girl in a marriage, going to many lengths to prevent, what I feel, is a beautiful and timeless honor for any man to share with a woman he so desperately loves. That perspective seems to be pretty much a forgotten prospect these days.

You're probably wondering about the title. Mom's name is Marilyn, and she is a captivating, glowing young woman that just turned 40 last month. It's easy to describe her to you as one of the world's most attractive women, and in my eyes she truly is. Mom stands at 5'6", and carries her rubenesque, hourglass body with the grace and elegance of a classic Hollywood starlet. I emphasize "hourglass" by virtue of its alluring, captivating spell it cast over me as a teenager. Her skin gleams with a lush beige tone-- supple and firm in part to a lifestyle of health and fitness. Her dark brown hair drops about her silky shoulders, cascading downward as if a tropical waterfall at dawn... I swear one day I am hiring a sculptor to cast her as a statue, much like the Romans did in honor of their Goddesses of fertility.

Mom and I are blessed with an openly candid relationship. Much of that came from my father's death when I was all but five, leaving me a nice inheritance that I could only touch upon my 21st birthday, which had just happened. My father held a patent on a chemical invention that left us both with no financial worries, but mom kept her career going as a lawyer, and is now a partner in a prestigious local firm. I have to confess that seeing mom in her sexy tight business suits has been the focus of many late night/early morning jerk offs that got me through the never-ending chaos of my adolescence.

The day I realized I wanted to make my mother pregnant was about six months ago. I had been seeing a girl here at school who reminded me of mom in many ways. I didn't realize their similarities until later. While my passion for both pregnancy and my mother had not yet been realized, it was when I was making love to my girlfriend that I became aware of how deep I was shoving myself into her when I came. It was like stepping out of myself and watching a guy hell bent on sending his seed into the deepest regions of a woman's womb. I lifted her up by those luscious c***d bearing hips-- an a****listic vehemence overtook me-- to reach an even greater depth as the joys of orgasm split my flesh apart. One clear thought suddenly became indisputable... I wanted to knock her up. I wanted to claim her as my own woman, ensuring she would never leave me, EVER. I wanted the force of my seed to revoke the potency of the birth control she was on. At that remarkable instant, I had discovered the primal essence of my true self... the fearless bravery of my raw nature to consume, impregnate, and make this woman mine for all eternity.

Of course, the days and weeks passed with no news of conception that I had hoped for. Thankfully, there was good reason why it didn't happen.

After that moment of ecstasy, I started exploring my desires online, spending a lot of time watching porn and reading erotica stories. The videos I watched held a magnificent importance as I imagined the couples fucking each other for the sole purpose of creating a living, breathing testament to their sordid love affair. Stumbling across an erotic story site, I searched for all stories that involved pregnancy, and spent many nights in my apartment masturbating to the awe-inspiring tales of other men planting their seed. It was when I came across a story titled "A Tale of Forbidden Love" that changed absolutely everything.

The story centered on a young guy like myself who was helplessly in love with his mother. By this point in my life, I had buried my teenage urges for mom, scoffing them off as just a passing crush. I sat up to read this story with the zeal of ten thousand men, reading every sacred word of this story's unimaginable romance. My heart beat like no other time in my life, as my breath was shallow with excitement. I had never seen something like this actually put to words... how the author lovingly described every immaculate kiss and embrace. Their relationship was presented in a traditional romantic prose, laced with unconditional love and a purity I had never associated i****t with.

I was fully convinced that this wasn't i****t... this was TRUE love in its deepest form.

My forehead was beading in perspiration, reading how the son was relishing the fulfillment of penetration... how he couldn't believe the luck he had, being back inside the very womb that created him. This was his mother! He was making love to his beloved mother! I took a deep breath and reached for my Vaseline, cupping a generous handful over my throbbing cock.

"His mother," I whispered to myself. "Oh my God."

I shuddered as the first strokes galvanized my fiery will. I promptly went back to the story to read where the mother was affectionately welcoming her son's intrusion. And hell, not just welcoming, but ENCOURAGING him with shocking verbiage. My God, I wasn't ALONE in my thoughts!! I had found someone else who FELT this way. I luxuriated in that surreal reality as it felt so fucking good to delicately stroke my cock, taking my sweet time in my newfound taboo, or should I say-- now my sole purpose in life. Honestly, it felt like I was a virgin all over again.

That night changed my life forever. Figuratively AND literally.

CHAPTER II -- INDECENT PROPOSAL

I had to hatch a plan. I started to make up the pros and cons of taking my own mother to bed as my lover. The pros were that she and I already had a very open relationship, and that we could talk about pretty much everything. Mom had even told me about the birds and the bees, doing the job of my father as she wove a wonderful web of enchantment, mystery, and true love. One thing she said that stuck with me was "never take a woman to bed that you wouldn't marry". Oh my God, how true that statement was, especially now. I asked myself over and over again if I could really love my mother as a woman... as my equal. I had to make absolutely sure.

The cons were her career and our lives. If news of this ever got out, everything would be ruined. But with great risk comes even greater reward. I had little convincing to do to myself, but with mom, this would take time and patience. Understanding and sacrifice. Love without conditions.

The first step would be changing the little things. At home one weekend, I started calling her "mother" instead of "mom". I opened the car door for her, cleaned the house and went out of my way for her. I kept my efforts low enough to make her notice, but not say anything. As any guy can tell you, a son truly knows his mother in ways no other man, husband or father can't. I began to think of this as "the perfect seduction".

Mom caught me on the way out the door that Sunday night heading back to college.

"Why did you start calling me 'mother', honey?" she timidly asked.

I smiled, seeing the familiar shimmer of curiosity in her sapphire eyes.

"Because it's respectful-- proper," I answered. "It just... sounds nicer."

Mother returned my smile with one of her own.

"It does, doesn't it?" she responded. "Always the perfect gentleman."

"I love you, mother." I voiced with no smile or smirk... "So much".

She embraced me as I felt the fires of my love for her surge. I held her just a little longer and a little closer than usual, taking the time in inhale the intoxicating aroma of her fragrant hair. I purred, tightening my arms about her even more.

"Oooooh baby," she cooed. "That feels so nice."

"Patience." I reminded myself.

"Hugs are always good." I said, resuming the role of the demure son.

Mom leaned back, brushing my hair with her hands. I could sense the torrent of i****tuous desire ebb away as I held back. I didn't want to rush this.

"Call me when you get there." She said.

"I always do." I said with a smile as I went to my car.

All the way back to my apartment, I went back to our hug and how good it felt with her in my arms. I knew she felt it too... she HAD to. I drove home with no music or phones. The deafening passions in my head was enough... I felt good about my efforts, encouraged by the little things I did for her. I began imagining what our first time would be like together; assuming the perfect seduction worked in my favor. I began thinking about what would make her even happier... some roses? A secret admirer card? An anonymous e-mail?

I had it... mom LOVED to travel. Her favorite place was Oahu, Hawaii. She and I went there when I was in ninth grade and I never saw her happier. It was the first time I ever saw mom's succulent, rubenesque body in a bikini. For me, that was when I saw mom as a real woman... a beautiful and stunning goddess that captivated me. I recalled how her glistening skin looked in the hot sun... how gorgeous and round her wide ass was. I had sunglasses on, getting a free pass to stare at her mystifying backside for hours. She and I were lying out in the sun together as I positioned myself so I could look like I was asleep, but secretly studying every sweeping curve of her fertile backside.

I studied how her back dipped down from her shoulders, sliding downhill before the crest of her honeyed ass arched skyward. The high angle of that delicious curve was what enchanted me. How the hot sun baked her flesh... the suntan lotion giving her skin a glossy sheen to it. It splayed outward, forming two perfectly brown buns of golden ass. Wide, full, and... well, big. I don't mean fat, but mom just had a great looking set of ripe, full globes. I must have stared at that mouthwatering ass for hours. I didn't play out any fantasies while looking, but just laid there in awe of how beautiful my mother Marilyn truly was. I loved the width... I loved how amazing she looked. Little did I know then that I was picking up on her vivid fertility.

What a better place to declare my sinful confession and make Marilyn pregnant.

The next day, I transferred some money out of my trust fund to get our vacation booked. I used Expedia to book everything, First Class and in a plush beachside bungalow. Mom had some time off as I printed off our complete itinerary and couriered them over to her office to surprise her. I got the call two hours later when she returned from lunch, giddy as a teenaged girl on her first date. Listening to mother's delighted reactions made me realize just how important her happiness was to me. When she was happy, I was happy. And as I hung up, I really began to comprehend what true love was all about... it wasn't about me or my goal to bed my mother. It was all about her.

The five-day trip was in a month, and I passed the time by planning out the daily schedule of our visit. I had us going on bike rides, long hikes, and several intimate, romantic dinners for every night. I also decided to quit jerking off as to save up my stamina and seed, which hopefully would be put to good use at our place at the beach. It was perfect... no one on either side of us for ten miles. As the date approached, mother's phone calls to me doubled, even tripled. She would call just to ask what she should bring, or what to wear... silly things, but to me, they were as endearing as she was. I loved listening to her melodic voice...

Our trip began as mother didn't sleep at all the night before. Thankfully I had reserved us in First Class as we took advantage of all the free alcohol and food. By the time we reached our connection in LA, mother and I were well passed inebriated. I made a few mental notes as to what I could do to persuade her in Hawaii... and alcohol was looking to provide some serious help. Mom was holding my hand longingly by the time we were taking off over the Pacific. Soon after, she had my entire arm wrapped with hers as our Flight Attendant could see mom's tipsy appearance.

"Sir?" asked the flight attendant. "Can I get your wife a blanket or something?"

I about died right there. Wow... someone thought my mother was my wife. The immediate swell of lifelong pride and jubilation made my heart almost stop.

"Sure." I replied, tightening my hold on mother's hand.

Mom's head was on my shoulder, slipping in and out of sleep.

"Honey?" she started. "Did I just hear... that... she... well, asked if I was your wife?"

I took in a long deep breath, trying to summon whatever courage I could find.

"Yea." I said with hesitant bravery.

"Awwwwwww," mother slothfully uttered. "That's so sweet."

I swallowed back my apprehension in one big gulp, leaning over to kiss mother's forehead. As I did, I whispered "I'd love for you to be my wife."

"Oooooh baby." Mother cooed. "You'd be my first choice for a husband."

I closed my eyes with my lips sealed to her forehead, basking in the virtue of the moment. Finally... mother had endorsed my lifelong ambitions. Whether it was the alcohol or the thrill of the moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was our shared confession.

"Maybe we should just play the part, you know?" I continued.

"Mmmmmmmm," mother purred, settling her head against my shoulder, redoubling her hold of my arm. "Sure, baby. But if you're my husband, then you don't leave my side."

"I promise." I replied, lifting her hand to mine for a kiss.

I couldn't believe how brave I was getting. I had just took my mother's hand and fucking kissed it!!

Mother didn't stir, just continued her purring as she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER III - HAWAII

We arrived at the cottage as I quickly put mom to bed. I was still tipsy, but was sober enough to make sure she was okay. The novelty of being in Hawaii made for a quick nap as Mom was back up in less than an hour, relishing the tropical paradise we were in.

The first two days we did the tourist attractions, riding bicycles around the island and doing all the typical things tourists do. I had to admit that bedding mom slid down the priority list as I really did enjoy seeing Hawaii like this. But, being in a tropical paradise like this really does bring out the sultry, exotic nature in human beings. Mom dressed in some awesome outfits, so revealing and dreamingly tight. She would wear her black bikini top adorned with colorful hip scarves that accentuated those gloriously wide hips I kept staring at. With her wind blown auburn hair all about her shoulders, Mom was looking incredibly hot. And her large plentiful breasts, tucked safely inside her bikini. I was beside myself, pondering how they just seemed to glow with tepid sexuality. She looked to be a free wheeling, sexy woman who was in her prime.

I made reservations at an upscale beachside restaurant on our third night there. I wanted to treat her to a night out on the beach and shower her with all the gifts and treasures of a man who was head over heels in love. I only did it to a point though, careful of not breaching that paternal threshold... at least, not yet.

Again, like on the plane, the hostess greeted us as Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, which I secretly celebrated inside as I glanced over at mom, who had the slightest smirk on her lovely face. God she looked so fucking beautiful.

After we sat down at our table, mom breached the subject...

"Okay, why is it everywhere we're going, everyone thinks we're married?" she said, sipping on her glass of water.

"I haven't the slightest clue." I answered, returning her crafty grin.

"You're not telling them we are, are you?" she grilled back.

"No," I shot back. "I wouldn't do that. Well, I mean, not without your blessing."

"Hmmm." she huffed, looking out at the majestic sapphire ocean a few yards away.

Oh... how little she knew. How much I wanted to confess it all right then and there. How much I DID want to tell the world I wanted to marry my own mother. It was an awkward moment of silence.

"Maybe we could just play the part since everybody thinks so anyway." I bravely said.

"I knew you were up to no good, mister." Mom came back, slapping my hand in a c***dish tap. "What is it with you k**s and this whole cougar thing? Are we the 'flavor of the month' now?"

"Oooh no, no," I immediately denied. "This is FAR from just a fad or what's in style."

Just as the conversation hinted at the desirable direction I wanted it to go in; our brainless waitress broke in with a ridiculously sickening smile. I wanted to strangle her for ruining my progress.

After that, the conversation went nowhere near a mother/son romance, much less anything remotely personal. Damn.

The next morning, I awoke from a frustrating night of aggravation and hopelessness. It was now day four of our trip and tomorrow, we were scheduled to fly back home. Anger and dissatisfaction boiled in my blood, but as I woke up and made my way down the hall, I could hear mom on the phone. Not thinking anything of it, I couldn't help but listen...

"Yea hi, I'd like to order a car to pick my husband and I up tomorrow." She said in her low voice.

I froze in my steps...

"Yes, to the airport. We're on flight 467, Delta. Yes, 2pm. Great."

She hung up the phone as my heart was beating in my throat, nearly strangling me with the shock. Was this real? Did she just say what I had been praying for?

Mom then walked by the hall, catching me standing there in voiceless dismay. She too stopped, aware of what I had just heard. All presumed innocence, ignorance, and misgiving had been suddenly and luckily eradicated. We stood looking at each other as two adults now... no longer mother and son, but two people unexpectedly aware of a greater sense of purpose and being at that singularly consequential moment.

We both stood there, silent... looking at each other in a swirling pursuit of what to say next. I know most would pass it off as a silly little slip of the tongue... but for some reason, both Marilyn and I stood there, lock-jawed-- paralyzed by her semi-confession on the phone. All that I could think was;

"Mother?" I softly whispered.

She looked down, as if in regret.

"You don't have to say anything," I continued, taking a few steps to her. "I heard what you said."

"I didn't... mean for you to hear that." She replied, timid and bashful.

I stopped, knowing this delicate situation called for a full and honest assessment before continuing any further.

"I'd like to uhmmm," I started. "I'd like to make some coffee and uhmmm... share a few things that I think I need you to hear."

Mom's eyes batted, looking out the window, swallowing back her fear and panic.

"Okay." She barely said with her head down.

I could tell she was nervous and upset. Hell, I was too, but not in a bad way.

Mom sauntered off into the other room as I fumbled my way making some coffee. I had never felt the blood pulse through my body like this... my heart raced as did my breathing. I told myself over and over again to hold it together as I poured us two cups, and headed into the front den where she sat with her head hung low.

She must have heard me walk in...

"Now I know why you call me 'mother'," She uttered. "It makes sense."

I handed her her cup, not making any eye contact whatsoever as I agonizingly sat on the chair across from her.

"Then let me tell you what makes sense for me," I started, taking in a HUGE breath.

This was it... the moment of truth.

"I uhmmm, I've been in love with you for a few years now. When I say 'in love', I don't mean son to mother love, but... as a man to a woman. A woman that, in my eyes, is deserving of the most beautiful love affair on this planet. I know that there are so many reasons why you should say this is wrong... excuses not to listen to any of my reasoning. We're taught this is wrong... evil... and sinful." I said.

Mother kept her face down the entire time, making my heartfelt confession twice as hard. But I wasn't giving up.

"My only answer to all those doubts is that I am in love with you. I'm not in this for a cheap one night stand or just to get my rocks off... I'm seriously involved... I love you, and I want to be with you as a man with his woman... the long term picture. Together." I declared. "I don't expect you to magically wave a wand and give me what I want because something like this is a huge step for the both of us. I know that. I've played out every imaginable scenario with this... and all I keep doing is coming back to the beginning... I love you, I want you as a man does a woman... I want to make love to you, share our lives together... everything."

With that, I stopped to take a drink. I couldn't believe what I had just said.

By now mom's hands were raked over her hair, looking like a hardened criminal awaiting sentencing. I had never seen her so morose. My heart ached since I caused her to be like that.

"Mother," I began. "Please tell me what you're feeling."

Mom didn't say anything for a moment.

"I need," she started, clearing her throat. "I need to be alone for a while."

Fuck.

I sighed heavily as I stood. I tried to reassure myself that this was a lot to digest for her. Putting her needs and wants before mine was starting to get old. But, true love isn't about me or what I want... it's about the happiness of the one you truly love.

Not saying a word, I walked out the front door, granting her that wish. This was hard for the both of us. Its not every day a son confesses his sexual and matrimonial love for his own mother.

Later that night...

Nightfall was upon us as I had gone into town, aimlessly wandering the streets. I hung out at a bar and put down some beers. My mind was thoroughly sedated... I had taken the plunge and bared it all to my very own mom. I had to admit that her lack of replies or answers was killing me. It was up to me to guess what my mother was feeling or thinking.

It was enough to drive any sane man crazy.

Around 2am the next morning, I stumbled back into our cottage and crashed. I was completely trashed, but it felt great to kill the pain in my heart with the alcohol.

I didn't see mom until nine hours later when I awoke, realizing our flight back home was in three hours. I showered, packed, and popped some Advil for the headache I had, reassuring myself to be brave and just go through the motions. As I gulped down a glass of orange juice in the kitchen, I saw a lone figure sitting out at the beach.

It was her...

I quickly checked mom's room and saw she hadn't even packed. This made no sense at all. I had to make this up as I went along, so I decided to call a cab and get myself out of there as quickly as possible. Maybe leaving was the best choice. Perhaps she wanted my disclosure to stay in Hawaii...

I decided to at least tell mom I was leaving for the airport.

Walking out to the white sands of the beach, I was nervous as hell. Mom had a blanket wrapped around her and sunglasses hid the eyes I so desperately wanted to look into to see any inkling of hope.

I cautiously walked to her side, keeping a safe distance away.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm off the airport." I sullenly said.

"I uh, I'm sorry I ruined the last day of the vacation." I finished, hoping she would say something... ANYTHING.

"I never meant for it to come to this." I added.

And nothing. All mom did was stare straight ahead... like some cryptic zombie.

I sighed, and then made up my mind to leave. It was a difficult call, but I did it and never looked back as I walked back to the beach house to meet the cab waiting on me.

CHAPTER IV - DISCLOSURE

The short jaunt back to the airport, checking in and getting my seat was all a blur. The torture of my confession was the****utic at the time, but now had lasting consequences. I began to wonder if everything was now destroyed. How would our relationship be now? As I watched the ground crew finish loading our bags, I had decided once I got home to empty out my bedroom and get my belongings back to my apartment at school, this way mother wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

"Passenger Rogers, please report to the front of the plane." Announced the flight attendant over the intercom.

I dutifully left my seat, meeting the gate agent at door to the plane.

"Mr. Rogers?" asked the gate agent. "Your wife is at the ticket counter. Apparently there's an emergency."

I couldn't believe it. I raced back through the jetway as I saw mother standing at the counter with tears streaming down her face. The heartbreaking sight instantly forgave her silence as I took her into my aching arms.

"I couldn't let you leave." Mother cried into my shoulder.

"Oh mother, its okay." I reassured her over and over.

I told the gate agent that I wouldn't need my seat while holding my mother closely. With that, our plane departed as mother and I eagerly remained in each other's arms.

"I just didn't know what to say or do," She continued. "But I knew leaving wasn't answer."

"Oh mother," I answered. "You did what anyone would do. It was a lot to throw at you. I'm so sorry."

"No, no," she shot back. "I'm sorry I couldn't find the words... but I love you too. I love you so, so much. I know this is hard, but we'll make it work. We have to-- it was meant to be. I know that in my heart."

Her acknowledgment took my breath away. I reclaimed her in my arms, cradling her as I had dreamt for so many years. Both of us felt as if a million pound weight had been suddenly lifted from our souls.

"I love you soooooo much, mother." I fondly avowed. "So much."

"Ssssh," she said. "I told them I was your wife."

"I don't care. I want the whole world to know I'm in love with you." I answered.

We stood there, staring into each other's eyes for a never-ending moment in time. I marveled at the beauty within those blue eyes, trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening. This was the woman who bore me, admitting-- confessing, and accepting her son's love as truly righteous. It was this exact moment that reminded me of my favorite film, "Somewhere in Time". I swear I could almost hear that beautiful love theme play as we stood together... it did feel as if we had crossed so many barriers and obstacles to reach this moment.

"You're so beautiful." I whispered.

"Ooooh baby," she cooed back, grazing my face with her soft feminine hands. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I want to kiss you." I blurted out.

Mother scoffed, playfully batting my chest with her hand.

"But not here," I said. "I want it to be special."

Mother's eyes welled up in swelling realization.

"My son." She whimpered. "The handsome man I so love."

We quickly realized we needed to leave, and fast. We left the gate and grabbed my luggage as we headed back out to the car. While on our way, we immediately knew our trip was going to be for a lot longer. We could just sense something very special was happening... Unfortunately, the private beach bungalow was already reserved for another guest, so I promptly reserved a suite at the Hilton at the beach. Things were happening so fast that we both could barely contain our excitement and thrill.

We checked in at the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Rogers as mother lovingly held my hand openly in public. As I signed us in, mother clung to my arm, easily fitting in the role of my dotting. I marveled at the forbidden triumph I had gratefully acquired. The woman I had coveted and craved was IRREVOCABLY mine. I had to lean over several times to kiss mother's hair as I signed the credit card receipt. Each time mother cooed in soft, blissful content. God, even that was so exotically sexy to hear... my own mother welcoming my kisses.

The great feeling of getting the woman you've sought for so long is indescribable. Most guys know what I exactly mean, but knowing that woman is your own mother adds an entirely new spin to it... a thrill beyond all thrills. It still takes my breath away even to this day.

After we checked in, I took mother to the concierge. "If we're going to do this, I want to do it the right way."

"By doing what?" mother asked.

By that time, I saw the concierge... "Excuse me sir? Can I ask where we might be able to find a local minister to perform a wedding for my lovely fiancé and I?"

I heard mother sigh heavily, tightening her hold on my hand as the concierge happily listed a few names and phone numbers for me. I found out that we could reserve a private spot on the beach at sunset, and that there was an opening for that evening. I immediately took the reservation and tipped the concierge $50 for his help as we sat down to call the list of ministers.

"So passionate, so... romantic," Mother blurted out, her eyes tearing up, and both of us smiled in elation.

I wanted a new age minister, hopefully a female to perform the ceremony. I didn't care to legalize or certify it as I knew there would be no way that could happen. Besides, having a government seal of approval for our marriage wasn't necessary... what mattered were the vows we would pledge to each other... those carried far more meaning than any legal document EVER would.

I found a native Hawaiian priestess, immediately booking her as the next step was clear... rings and a wedding dress. It was still early in the afternoon, and if we hurried, we could have mother clad in a stunning wedding gown before our ceremony at 6:30pm. Mother just marveled at how I took charge of the event, never once voicing any objections whatsoever. With the help of the concierge, we were at a local bridal shop in no time. While mother tried on dresses, I walked over to a nearby jewelry store to find mother the perfect wedding ring. I had to move some money out of my annuity to make it happen, but I found a gorgeous five carrot sterling silver diamond ring. I had the inside of the ring engraved, saying "To my wife, who gave me life."

I returned to find mom had already purchased her gown, playing the part of a blissful bride to be. Mother teasingly said it was bad luck for me to see his bride the day of the ceremony, so I gladly played along. We got back to our room as she took over one half of the suite for her preparation, shutting all the doors. The hair and makeup lady arrived shortly thereafter while I got into my tux. I then set out a bunch of candles I picked up after I bought mom's ring.

"Good God this is all happening so fast." I heard her say to the makeup lady.

"Oh I'm sure it's the right thing to do," the makeup lady replied. "You two have made it this far, right?"

"Yea," mother said with a long sigh. "I guess you're right."

"Plus, he's one heck of a handsome guy-- if I do say so myself," she added. "And so young-- uhmm uhmm uhmm."

The two shared a subdued laugh as I kind of smiled too, thinking that if this makeup lady REALLY knew what she was prepping my mother for, she'd really lick her lips with envy.

"Girl, you are gonna need a team of horses to keep up with that young stud." The makeup lady said with another laugh.

The two continued their silly little chat as it all started to finally hit me. The day had begun in heartache and misery, and now was turning out to be so incredibly different than I expected. The sincere reality hit me that I was about to make my very own mother my wife... I was going to marry her and make her my life's partner in everything I was about to embark on. What took my breath away was the knowledge that I would finally bed her on this night. I would at last be inside the woman that carried and gave birth to me... tonight; she would be giving me new life... one of mind-boggling discovery and beautiful experiences.

As I sat in the adjoining room, my heart fluttered just thinking about being inside my mother for the very first time. Not as a son or c***d, but as a legitimate lover. I silently begged myself not to cumm at first-- hoping to prolong what would be a euphoric event without end.

CHAPTER V -- MARRIAGE

I slid the card in the door latch, balancing my new wife as I carried her in to our darkened suite. I wanted to carry her as any new husband would his blushing new bride after their vows were exchanged.

Setting Marilyn down, we both finally faced each other in the throes of matrimonial arousal. My heart exploded in my chest with every beat as I could hear our breaths tinged with nervousness.

"Wow," Mom uttered. "We did it. We really did it."

"Yea." I nodded yes, taking a step to her in loving courage.

Our hands intertwined as she sighed heavily, closing her eyes. It was now dark as I went to light the dozen candles I placed around the room earlier. As mom watched me light every one, she remarked "Wow, you're so romantic... what every girl dreams of."

I turned out all the lights as I stood back to appreciate the warm orange glow cast upon my mother's shapely body. Her skin, deeply illuminated by the warmth of the flickering flames. We both knew we were about to embark on something so spectacular... so promising and strong, but yet it was all still so unknown to us.

"For better or for worse." My bride voiced.

My only reply was lifting the back of my hand, caressing her beautiful cheek and jaw.

"Oh my Gawd," Mother feebly whimpered as her eyes closed. "I married my own son. My God."

"And you'll never regret it." Was my answer, tracing the contours of her full lips.

Up to this point, Marilyn and I had just held hands and walked arm in arm. That was pretty much it. We both hadn't even kissed yet, but that was about to change as I slowly leaned down, keeping my eyes on the prize. As I did, I couldn't help but get a quick peek down mother's chest, and into the luscious deep cleavage of her breasts. God, they were so big... so fertile... perfect to feed a c***d spawned from this night's affections.

"Mother." I cooed as her face crooked up, brushing her lips across mine so tenderly.

"Ooooh" she sighed as I felt her hot breath cascade across my face.

With our hands sweaty and bound, I inched closer to seal the deal... not strong or blunt, but effortlessly deep. Both of us whimpered in awe, washed over by the earth-shattering contact of our lip to lip connection... soul to soul. I melted hearing Marilyn breathing through her nostrils, running my open palms up her soft arms. I was kissing my mother... my sweet beautiful mother. My cock, already solid and eager, was now begging for freedom from the pants of my tuxedo.

I parted my lips, taking my sweet time in tasting the saucy brim of mother's mouth. The muggy tartness of her mouth overwhelmed me as I swam in the sea of our first kiss... I intentionally slowed my movement, careful to memorize the eternal wonder of this sacred moment. When I heard the first slurp of our open mouthed kiss, I nearly came right there... the chewy mouthful of saliva and lip, knowing this was my mother doing this to me... oh my GOD.

"Oh mother." I immediately declared after an eternity of making out.

"My son." Mother affirmed back, wrapping her arms about my shoulders, escalating the power of our kiss ten fold.

I turned mother about, embracing her AND my will to consummate this perfect triumph, this flawless moment. Our kiss heated up as my tongue was hungrily suckled inside her mouth, chewed and squashed by the years of forbidden desire. My groin eased against Marilyn's thigh, letting her feel the results of her impeccable seduction. Mother took my jaw in her palms, eager to control the kiss. I could only comply.

"Make love to me," mother begged in a lower, surly tone I had yet to hear. "God, make love to me you sexy man."

Our kiss skipped along the border of erotic narcosis as I left her mouth for a tastier feast along her neck, ear, and cheek. I fucking loved lapping away at my mother's face, hungry and anxious for more. I could taste the makeup as my saliva coated her entire face.

As I sank my teeth deep into the nape of her neck, Mother pushed me back suddenly.

Misty eyed in confusion, mother held out her hand for me to stop.

"I want you to watch me undress," she said. "I want you to see the prize you've waited your entire life for. Everything changes when this wedding dress comes off."

I shook my head in the miracle of the moment... "Only for the better."

Mother cooed in agreement, flipping her arms behind her back to unzip the dress. I heard the zipper come untied as mom brought her arms back up slowly, looking dead on at me with serious 'fuck me' eyes-- the likes I had never seen before.

I gasped.

"Watch me, love." Mother instructed as if I were a little boy all over again.

All I could do was nod yes...

Mother slipped her fingers under the top of the dress, slipping the bridal gown down her tanned golden flesh. The striking contrast of the white dress matched to her auburn skin had me weak in the knees. I slowly shut my eyes with a heavy sigh as Marilyn's luscious breasts were slowly revealed. Mom looked at me, as if to say "this is the prize". A shudder rippled through my spine, much like the cold shiver we guys feel as we pee... but this was much more surreal.... As I basked in the vista of mother's bare chest, I felt goose bumps on my arms upon seeing mother's full, shapely chest. She treated this exactly as it should have been... a phenomenal achievement in the most sinful of ways. She knew as well as I did the significance in this unveiling, and how it symbolized so much. Plus, it was sexy as hell to watch...

I kept hearing mother's words echo in my mind; "Everything changes when this wedding dress comes off" as I watched in wide eyed wonder while the gown slipped past the breadth of her wide golden hips. Seeing her naked flesh struck that familiar chord-- all of my lifelong desires, a lifetime of exotic fantasies and sleepless nights... all of pent up eroticism and immoral aspirations came to a head at this moment.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful." I whispered.

With that, mother turned her hips out to show me her magnificent round ass, pleated by white silky garters alongside each large sphere of golden-brown skin.

"You like that, baby?" mother asked in a low voice I had never heard until tonight.

"Oh my God, yes." I replied, stepping a little closer to get an eye full of delicious ass.

"Tell your wife what you like about it." She continued.

"It's so beautiful," I started. "Just as beautiful as I always remembered it was."

Mother stepped out from the pool of her gown, stepping to me as we locked our hands together.
"This is as beautiful as I knew it would be," She replied, curling our fingers tighter as our lips joined once more. "I've always known there was something so special about you."

As we made out, mother's hands slipped under my pants to drop them to the floor... I quickly broke our kiss to shed my shirt and socks before fusing my flesh to mother's. My knees nearly gave out by the warm contact of skin to skin. Our kiss embodied the sinful impressions of our souls. I could feel her large motherly breasts press to my chest as my arms pulled her to me. I buckled as mother's hands cascaded down my back.

"Soooooo strong.... Muscular... sexy." Mother purred amid long, slurping kisses.

All I could do was cradle her voluptuous body in my arms, tracing the enthralling flair of her narrow waist to her broad hips. There was no pretense, no fear or doubt... I couldn't believe how daring and openly sexual Marilyn was.

"Ooooooooooooooooooh this is too good to be true." I blurted out as my lips traced mother's neckline and collar bone.

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Mother breathlessly whimpered with her head tilted far back-- her lengthy tresses dangling in the air.

My fingers combed her auburn locks, mesmerized by a lifelong fixation of passion, love, and commitment to the very woman who bore me. It was as if a voice inside kept reminding me that this was my mother... this is my mother I am kissing... tasting... exploring. That very truth shook me to the very fiber of my being.

My hands fell down her side, admiring the buxom shape of her body before feeling the plump goodness of her ass cheeks swell beneath my palms. I lunged down to suckle her neck, hungrily lapping while squeezing the knolls of her backside confidently. Mother seized up, crying out with a half moan/cry as I took her full weight in my arms, carrying her over to the king size bed nearby. Mother happily obliged by wrapping her creamy bronzed thighs and legs around my waist.

Now it was time. Both of our eyes opened, almost on instinct as we gazed into each other's eyes. A gentle smile on her face said it all.

I placed Marilyn slowly on her back as another wet kiss sealed the act.

"Oooooh this is it, isn't it baby?" mother breathed as we pressed our foreheads together.

"Yes, yes." I replied.

"We're really going to do this, aren't we?" she calmly said, not so much as a question as it was clear fact.

Mother trailed my bottom lip with her moistened fingertip. All I did was nod yes with full eye contact.

"Oh my God," she said. "I married my own son. I really married you."

"My wife... MINE." I avowed before plowing my mouth to hers with the gusto of a thousand men.

"But I'll always be your mother first." She responded with another affectionate kiss.

Hearing her say that triggered a series of shudders, like she knew what I wanted to hear.

My cock pressed against her stomach, unyielding and ready for the most sinful fulfillment known. The perfect balance of love and passion boiled in my veins as I yanked off mother's garter, quickly re-mounting her as her legs spread wide, welcoming me to the refuge that was my heritage and birthright. I watched with insatiability as her honey skinned thighs spread apart. My palms clutched each juicy thigh as I lowered my full weight upon her. There was no rush, nor hasty gestures on either side... we both wanted to indulge in this exotic, yet tender moment.

"Look at you," Mother spoke as my hands curled under her shoulders, massaging her smooth rounded angles with finesse. "God you're so strong."

We both looked downward between the slight space between our bodies, unashamedly seeing my rock hard cock in need of its creator. I buckled and swayed, letting my wide bulbous head brush across mother's buttery inner thigh three of four times.

"God, I did that to you," She acknowledged in breathless amazement. "I really did that to you."

"Yes," I cooed back as I met her in another unending kiss.

Mother scaled my back and legs, bonding her to me as our limbs and mouths embodied a lifetime of forbidden fascination. It just didn't seem wrong at all... maybe I should have felt more guilt at this moment, but I didn't. My lips chewed mother's delicate lips before lapping at her chin and jaw. My saliva smeared the delicious skin as the years of craving thoughts fueled my hunger. Mother's fingers combed my hair, softly crying my name over and over as my tongue smoothed a soggy path down her chest to an awaiting heavy breast. My fingers curled about its widest circumference while my eyes spotted its righteous form.

"Ooooooooh." Was all I could muster with broken breath.

No more words... my mouth crooked as wide as it could go, inhaling mother's full areola, sucking in her hardened nipple with no hesitation. Still preserving my hold, I brought both hands to the big sphere, massaging it with the finesse and subtlety my mother so rightfully deserved. I watched mother's head lay all the way back on the mattress, turning and bending like a snake through tall grass. I loved how incredibly sexy she looked with the glow of the candlelight on her skin. I burned that image to my mind, making sure to always remember the magnitude of this moment. With her eyes sealed shut, mother's mouth fell open as I heard her deep moans of agonizing ecstasy bellow out. I ran my tongue crosswise atop the rubbery nipple, gently nibbling its tip with curious potency. Mother's body locked up in four quick shivers before looking down at me, tasting her breast as I did years before.

Mother's expressions were priceless... her face, contorted and knotted in scalding bliss with her hair disheveled and messy... our eyes locked together, sanctioning this blessed act of succulent pleasure. Not long after, my hands sought out the very essence of my beloved wife, scooting down to admire the smooth flat stomach beneath me. The backs of my hands traced her promising shape, appreciative of how fertile she still looked for her forty years. All I could do was focus on what lie beneath that blessed skin... how my very gestation took place in this sacred body. That mere notion crippled me as I fell to her stomach, kissing her stomach with open mouthed zeal.

"Ooooh baby." Urged mother as both of her hands scoured through my hair.

I went mad, kissing and sucking her stomach, her sides, and her lower groin. The tips of her bristled pubes tickled my chin as imagined a c***d being spawned from this very vestibule. "Pregnant" was the sole word of my immoral ambitions... nothing else mattered... nothing.

Marilyn's face looked as if to ask "My God, what are you going to do to me?" I eased my arm around her thigh, resting my wrist atop her quivering stomach. Our gaze didn't break as I parted my wet lips, sealing them over her pulsating vagina. As if every muscle in her body contracted at once, I savored the amazing essence of my loving mother. In uncontrollable rapture, she flung her arms about, screaming in the forbidden narcosis of i****tuous lust. I simply couldn't believe it. Her back writhed about, twisting and curling into a myriad of excruciating positions while my tongue lathered deep inside her living core.

Holding her breath, mother bowed up while trying to scream "Fuuuuck!"

How I managed to hold onto her during her violent tryst, I'll never know. Just knowing it was my mother who was letting me eat her out made my mind, body and soul spin about in uncontrollable wonder.

Her left hand in some way twisted into mine as the shocking feast persisted. What began as soft whispers of devotion, now became blaring shrills of bewilderment. I'm sure it was all she could do was absorb herself in my profound emotional inundation. And yes, not only was my mother having a physical orgasm, but one for the heart, mind, and soul as well. This just wasn't sex... this was an eternal sacrament of the ages. All of the other women before my mother were merely meaningless romps in the hay. This was to be something so much more.

CHAPTER VI -- MAKING LOVE TO MY WIFE

My lips and tongue wavered between her lips, sliding past her outer folds, only to discover her rigid clit waiting... with my other hand, I massaged her clit from above with the gentleness that only a mother's love could appreciate. My tongue summoned the susceptible clit inside my mouth, my front teeth gently nibbling it-- making her anxious for air.

"Oh My God," she proclaimed. "you're gonna... make me..." she mumbled as another wave of orgasm washed across her rubenesque body, abruptly cutting her sentence off.

And just as that last word was uttered, my eyes gazed upward... her stomach muscles contracted... every single muscle-- all thoughts, and every element that made her the woman I loved, came together in a miraculous and fantastic onslaught of orgasm. Her body compressed, thrashed, and contorted over and again as she grasped my head, digging her fingernails in my skull. With my mouth sealed to her spicy vagina, mother began hissing like a demented savage in some remote jungle. And just when I thought her orgasm was over, she dug herself in, not letting me go. She tried shoving me away, but quickly realized she didn't want to abandon the taboo feast.

Falling back upon the bed, I could see the perspiration glaze mother's golden flesh. She tossed about as the throes of orgasm called once more. She glimpsed down to see her c***d's face buried in her pussy, and just that alone magnified the vigor of her climax. My eyes, barely an inch from her pubic hair-- nestled true and deep. The pussy I had sought all my life had been conquered.

I was triumphant.

Catching her breath, mother grasped my face, leading it to hers... Shaking her head in complete astonishment, she uttered;

"God, you made me cum. You did this to me. You really did this."

With that, a kiss sealed her proclamation as I took her in my appreciative arms. Twirling together, I became bolder in my thankful aggression, lifting our hands together; I fanned out my fingers as I cradled mother's tongue in my mouth. I eased back, letting her tongue languidly slither out as our eyes locked together once more. I loved how mother looked simply amazed at my erotic behavior, but said nothing. As her tongue slipped back into her mouth, I brushed the tip of my tongue across her lower lip.

"I love you." I whispered as mother cooed back her love as well.

"I'm going to do something I've wanted since I was 15." I whispered as I grabbed a pillow nearby.

Mother quivered in fantastic anticipation.

"Join with me," she begged. "Be inside me, love."

I crawled up upon mother, meshing our mouths once more as my cock, soggy with pre-cum pushed across mother's vulva. Our eyesight fixed, I swiftly pointed the wide head of my stalk toward the crux of my existence. Mother's eyes widened briefly as I ran the tip across the outer lips, wet with my saliva and her nectar.

"You feel that?" I quietly asked.

"Yea, yea." She answered with a hasty kiss.

Her head burrowed in my neck and shoulder as my spear slid downward, unexpectedly slipping inside. Mom balked as her hot breath singed my skin. I nearly passed out at our first contact... she was so warm... so wet... this was my mother's pussy... I was putting my cock inside the very woman who gave me life. Mother sounded like she was on the verge of panic, huffing and grating my back with ireful fingers.

"Are you okay?" I had to ask.

Thankfully, she couldn't nod yes fast enough as I looked into her sapphire eyes, misty and enflamed with unreasonable lust. I eased forward as a few more inches glided further in, invoking a drawn-out gasp for oxygen from her lungs. Her hands became fists, hitting my back twice before kissing me deeply to reassure me she was okay.

"Sssss.... Soooo big." Mother's voiced cracked as I kissed her sweat soaked forehead.

More of my length disappeared inside mother, sending out a shrill of excruciating pleasure, or so I hoped. I knew for me, the sensations went beyond the physical act of intercourse. It was as if I was penetrating her very soul... desperate and hopeful for her heart of hearts...

Mother's look on her face began changing... I knew something extraordinary was simmering inside her. With another slow, loving push, I sank all the way inside her... to the hilt... ball deep. Mother's face turned beet red as she screamed aloud, as if shot in the gut... howling like a b**st, sobs of uncontrollable vehemence, as if she was giving birth. Long-winded half yell/cries filled our hotel suite as I shifted the brunt of my stab.

"Look at me." I implored, clutching the sides of her head.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" screamed mother, looking at me with teeth clenched-- fear, shock, and wonder masked her sweaty face.

"I'm inside you, mother," I said in a reassuring tone. "Where I belong."

Mother's mouth fell agape, gasping for air like she was running the Boston marathon.

I slowly withdrew to almost being completely out, but the sensation of my flesh within hers drew me back and I whispered a plea, but it was more of an announcement, as I said, "Inside my mother." and matched my motions to my words as I re-entered mother's sacred haven. Marilyn moaned in response and thrust her hips up at me. I rested for a long moment, buried within the place of my birth and then repeated the stroke, saying nothing, but both groaning together in the mind-numbing ecstasy. It was too good to stop-- I couldn't stop, and I knew too that she didn't want me to either.

Slowly, my strokes kept repeating, picking up momentum and vigor. Mother was not a passive participant; rather she was an enthusiastic partner in the act of glorious i****t, wholly engaged without inhibition. We banged our bodies together-- the slap of flesh meeting the loud claps that echoed in our suite. Our cries of lust went out of control as they rang out, emerging as an adoring symphony that added its reverberation to the carnal clamor that spawned from our matrimonial bed. Mother's wail sounded an urgent note of imminent eruption of her vaginal volcano. My eager cries heralded the spouting of my lance soon too.

In the misty haze of our first time making love, mother and I discovered a natural, vigorous rhythm as the pounding of pure primal need overcame us both. The racing of a****l rutting to finish copulation overcame me as I tried to balance that with the endless love for my dear mother. I felt myself bottom out, praying that mother longed for seed of her only c***d. I could feel the place down furthest within mother's vagina where nubs bumped the tip of my cock-- a socket for my semen to inseminate a waiting egg. Mother's words lit the fuse of my stick of dynamite, "We're making love... MAKING LOVE... please go deep, son. DEEP."

With that irrevocable permission, the total admission of her body as well as complete access to her heart, I was jolted to the relief my tentacles had been aching for. I pistoned in and out of my dear wife, grasping the promising width of her mouthwatering hips. The mighty surge of my cumm began its prevailing journey, crippling me in its hypnotizing wake. Mother knew this, grabbing my face to look in my eyes as my orgasm arose. Like a good mother can only know, she too began shaking like a leaf on a tree, tightening her legs about my waist. This was all too much, knowing that my mother didn't want me to pull out as my seed spilled.

I leapt with the release of my spewing sperm at the mouth of her womb. My penis pulsed with pleasure and throbbed with an agony of withheld ejaculation, now finally allowed to gush out into my dear sweet mother. My love flowed out into her as a sacrifice of my whole being. Exquisite and poignant was the climax that shuttered through his cock, finally I had gotten the goal I desired, to demonstrate physically my love and commitment for my mom.

Marilyn burst in to a thousand pieces when she felt me go off inside her. The mind-blowing pinnacle of physical gratification and bliss, the spiritual contentment of the binding of her son with her in this sensual union... the emotional delight of at last allowing ourselves to give in fully to the demands of our hearts. I hoped that the overwhelming experiences that she had made her understand that this could not be the end of such-- that our affair would continue for years to come. We were not only bound by blood, but now bound by the shared experience of sexual intercourse.

CHAPTER VII - AFTERGLOW

We awoke around 3 the next afternoon with my face resting at the small of Marilyn's back. I wanted the last image I saw before I fell to sleep to be of mother's curvy thick ass, and it was.

As I came to my senses, I planted a full wet kiss on her left ass cheek, suckling it with thirst before crawling up to awake the woman of my dreams. We had made love three more times that night before our loving slumber, and I'm sure mother was exhausted.

A warm smile greeted my first kiss of the new day.

"Good morning, lover." I quietly said, tracing the hair that fell across her lovely face. "My husband." She replied, taking my hand with hers.

We shared a long adoring kiss as I took her body in my arms, turning her over to lie on my chest. I couldn't believe my luck. I had fucked this beautiful woman four times, and each time my seed had passed from c***d to mother without any fear or guilt. I replayed her violent reactions to my cumming in my head over and over again... the raw, unbridled ecstasy that split her body apart every time.

We whispered delightful verses of total love for a few moments, kissing and sharing like the truest of lovers do.

A few moments passed before mother moved down my chest. I could tell she was up to something as the look in her lust filled eyes said it all. I watched as her fingers danced across my chest, caressing my chiseled chest and six pack abdomen I had worked so hard to build up just for her.

"God, you're so beautiful." Mother uttered, looking my pecs with wanton hunger. "Like a God."

I shivered as she ran her tongue along my breast, leaving a trail of saliva as she soothed her way down further...

"I made this... dear God, I made this man." I heard her whisper as my cock brushed the nape of her neck.

I looked down to see her graze her face alongside my hard length. She did this like a cat to catnip... inebriated by its endless promise for pleasure, delight, and sin. Mother crisscrossed, brushing the other side of her face along my shaft, now skimming the underside with her soft fingertips. My cock twitched and juddered in hope as I shivered in tingling expectation.

"Oh mother." I cried out, watching the desire stew behind her sapphire eyes.

My reproductive organ, now pressed between her face and open palm throbbed as she lifted her head up and parted her lips...

My stone hard cock unhurriedly disappeared into her mouth... gone.

My entire body buckled before crying out in agonizing joy. There's nothing better than that initial sensation of a hot wet mouth on your cock, and knowing mother was suckling from it made it that more special. I couldn't believe how ravenous she was, acting like a starved a****l in the wild feeding on essential nourishment. Looking down, all I saw was her lovely dark hair tasseled about my groin. Closing my eyes, I had to reassure myself that this was this wasn't a fantasy or dream... this was incredibly real.

Before this, most of my girlfriends sucked my cock as if it was a chore or bothersome. Not with mom... she clearly loved this act, and did all she could to ingest my thick rod down her willing throat. I felt her dripping tongue roll about, caressing the underside of my shaft, thrashing about repeatedly. My eyes bulged from my skull as I held my breath... it blew my mind. No one had ever done this to me, and it was beyond all pleasure I had ever experienced.
My fingertips fondled her head as her low crude moans rumbled throughout my crotch. I pulled back her soft auburn tresses to see her caved in cheeks and her dripping lips circled at the base of my cock, twitching and spindling to get more of my cock inside. I had never seen anything quite like it.

"God, this is so beautiful," I managed to whimper. "Look at you... look at this."

I fought back the scream that was fighting to explode. Instead, I cried out a soft, gurgling moan. Mother's sleek tongue cajoled the swollen head of my penis, poking and probing at the hole in its tip before twirling around my sensitive tip. She didn't take more than the head into her mouth as she gently sucked on it and began to slowly, yet lovingly pump her palm up and down my tall, proud cock.

"This is my mother sucking me." I reminded myself, recalling all the years of watching, inspecting, and scrutinizing her fantastic buxom flesh.

I began bucking; losing my footing as mother's hands forcefully clutched my torso and ass to keep me place. The realization was too much to endure... this woman, this angel and vixen of sexuality was finally where I wanted her for so long. A series of slow sideways laps on the underside of my cock brought that reality home. To hear the cocksucking slurps fuse with her low untamed groans made me light-headed. I clinched her skull as she lovingly summoned the seed from the deepest regions of my testicles.

I gave up, letting my orgasm ascend to its beautiful crest. I thrust against her face like a crazed demon, lunging and crying her name over and over. Looking down one last time, I saw nothing but her nose pressed to my pubes... my cock had vanished, and that's when I screamed my shock and disbelief for the entire world to hear. Mother didn't budge, and knowing she was going to swallow my broiling seed made the orgasm that more profound.

Mini seizures split my body apart as my cock erupted; sending what I knew must have been gallon upon gallon of potent cumm into her mouth. Both her hands gripped my stiffened ass as I felt myself lose consciousness. Mother didn't stop sucking. She just clutched my ass tighter and began to move her head up and down. With a snorting grunt, I buried my cock deeper in her mouth as my stalk twanged, continuing to spew out thick creamy cumm into her sucking mouth. Spasms of pure, indescribable pleasure shot through me as my whole world centered on mother's hot, sucking mouth.

Mother had made me cumm.

"Swallowing me," I gasped in sheer narcosis, aghast with disbelief. "You're swallowing me, mother."

No woman had EVER done this for me. The reality of a woman willingly swallowing my sperm convinced me beyond a doubt that Marilyn was meant for me. I watched as several rivulets of seed slithered down my glossy shaft, all before they were hungrily suckled back inside her mouth. Each time she swallowed, I heard her longingly groan in undying bliss. As my seizures of orgasm kept rocking my sweaty flesh, I did my best to focus on watching her do this; to ascertain that I had finally won the prize... ultimately getting the one woman I wanted. With that, mother's misty eyes gazed up at mine, intoxicated by my seed and by the knowledge she made me cumm so hard.

With the wide bulbous helmet of my twitching cock languidly swathed by her glazed lips, the last spurts of my semen flowed as I watched them seep into her open mouth before she swallowed time after time. Both of us sat in stone-faced silence, staring into the others eyes in the glorious afterglow of orgasm. My face said "Did you really just do this to me?" and her face clearly echoed the truth that she did-- she loved it. My palms then cupped her beautiful face, tracing her jaw and her cheeks lovingly.

"I love you, mother. God, I just love you so fucking much." I growled before leaning down to proudly crush my mouth to hers.

Before this moment, I had never kissed any woman following a blowjob. Not that it grossed me out, but nearly all of my ex-girlfriends never bestowed me the chance. With mother, not only did it seem right, but also it felt so deep. There were still traces of my seed on her lips as I filled her mouth with my eager tongue. I pushed her onto her back as we made out for an eternity, bathing in the sweet afterglow of i****tuous orgasm.

CHAPTER VIII - THE BIG PRIZE

Mother and I spent the next hour together in bed, arm in arm as we realized we hadn't e