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I think I'm going to keep you and add you to my collection.
Just let me know when you're about to cum. I'll finish you off with my hand." "No fucking way! I'm goanna cum inside you." "What? No, Tom. You promised you wouldn't. I'd promise anything to get into your pants, Heather. I'm not a fool. That's Mrs. Spooner to you, young man. Now get off me or I'll tell my husband you lured me here and raped me. Not until I oh, shit! No, Tommy!" She could tell I was cumming inside her there was nothing she or I could do about it. I had wanted to get her to beg for it like George did to my mom, but I messed up big time. I tried to copy George's act but I didn't yet have the confidence or the technique. I pulled out of her and waited for the shit to hit the fan. Mrs. Spooner sat up she glared at me. "You naughty boy!" she hissed you’ve made a gooey mess of my pussy then she giggled. "What if you've given me a baby?"
Whoa! Now, I wasn't sure what to make of her attitude. She sure didn't sound like an outraged rape victim. "Blame it on your husband, Mrs. Spooner. I'm sure it'll be a beautiful baby.
"Are you putting me on about this being your first time?" she said with a smile. "You sound much more experienced." She stood up. "Ooh, you gave me an awful lot of sperm. I don't have any panties it'll be running down my legs. I suppose it'll please you to see me parading around like that, knowing what you've done to me." I smiled and nodded "damn right I will be happy". Mrs. Spooner smiled back. "I'm not going to let anyone else fuck me until I know for sure if I’m pregnant or not. Do me a favor, stop calling me Mrs. Spooner. It makes me feel old, call me Heather or slut or cum slut ok."
"I'll be by tomorrow for an insurance fuck," I told her.
"I can't, sweetheart. Remember I said tomorrow wasn't good for me? I don't care if it isn't, your pussy is mine and I want to deposit another load of cum in it," I declared. "Just make sure you're there ready legs spread." She gave me a look as if she couldn't quite believe what she heard, "I'll be waiting, lover."
After Heather left, I straightened out my bed and wandered downstairs. Things was winding down the guests were beginning to trickle out including Mr. and Mrs. Spooner as they walked by all I could think about was my cum running down her legs.
That was usually my cue to sneak off because I didn't want to get stuck helping mom with the cleanup. Instead, I stayed and began helping right away without being asked. That gave me an opportunity to be near my mom and confront her when the opportunity arose. Mom acted nervous around me but welcomed my help anyway. Dad was pretty much out of action because he'd had a lot to drink, he would most likely go straight to bed to sleep it off after the last guest left. I have a couple of older sisters but they're both married and couldn't make it. "Can we talk, honey?" my mom said after the last of the cleanup was finished. "Sure, Mom. What do you want to talk about?" I sat down on the sofa to listen to her.
"Um, about what you saw this afternoon." She blushed a bright pink. "I assume you're talking about George fucking you in your bedroom. Please don't use that horrible word in front of me, Tom, and yes, I'm talking about what you saw in my bedroom."
"Hmm, you didn't seem to mind it when that guy called you a fucking slut." "That was a mistake. Please believe me, Tom. It was a onetime thing. It'll never happen again." Damn! She must believe I'm hard of hearing. "Don't bullshit me, Mom. From the way you two were talking it sounds like you've been fucking for him for a while. 'Just bang me like you used to. Use my married cunt.' Let's see, what else did he say?" "Please stop it, Tom," she begged. "Oh, yeah. 'You're going to be my new whore. I'm going to get you good and pregnant.' Naughty, Mom." "It's... it's your word against mine, young man. George won't give me away."
"I kind of figured you'd say that, Mom. But knowing what a slut you are, I also know you won't be able to stay away from him for long or any other young guy who wiggles his dick at you. I'm going to keep a close eye on you from now on and when you fuck up, I'll have the evidence. Even if you somehow are able to sneak around without me catching you, how are you going to explain your next pregnancy? One shred of doubt placed in Dad's mind he'll be demanding a DNA test. I know you still have that guy's cum inside you. I saw you kissing Dad. I'm sure he didn't realize you just finished cleaning another guy's dick with your tongue. I wonder if he thought he tasted a new salad dressing flavor."
"Damn you, Tommy! I hate being blackmailed it's even worse when my own son is the blackmailer. What do you want?"
"The first thing I want you to do is dump George and any other lovers. I don't care how you do it." "Done!"
"The next thing I want you to do is go get cleaned up. I want you to go make yourself nice and pretty for me." My mother gasped. She immediately jumped to the right conclusion.
"We can't do that, Tom! You're my son!" Taking another page from George's playbook, I jumped up and grabbed my mom by her hair and yanked her head back. "We can do it, Mom," I whispered in her ear. "I'm not giving you a choice. You're going to be my new whore my cum slut and I’m going to knock you up. I"m going to make you very pregnant. Do you understand?" I stuck my free hand between her legs and started caressing her crotch.
"Yes!" she hissed then I felt her belly shudder. The bitch had cum. I let go of her hair but continued caressing her crotch. Mom stood there her body was still trembling from the orgasm. She didn't try to move away or ask me to stop. She knew who was in control. "Go," my mom scampered away like I'd seen my sisters do when they were late getting ready for a date. I sat down to wait for her. It seemed like an awfully long time I was beginning to think my mom wouldn't be coming out of her bedroom. I swore she'd regret it if she thought I was bluffing.
My mother finally came out of the bedroom smelling fresh and looking beautiful. She wore a sexy black negligee I could tell she left off the panties. I pulled down my shorts and let my boner bounce free.
Without any foreplay my mom faced me, straddled my legs and guided my prick into her sopping wet cunt. "My god we're really doing it," she said. "I'm really letting my own son fuck me." She began thrusting her pelvis toward me. "God, it does feel great. Are you happy now that you've made your mother your personal slut and whore, Tom?"
"I sure am." "I suppose you won't really be happy until you've made me pregnant with your baby, right? That's right, I can hardly wait to see your belly swelling with my baby inside."
She kissed me hard, "Tommy I can't wait for your baby to be in me either, honey, now fuck your mothers pussy and be sure to get every drop of cum in her ."
After we had finished, we sat there looking at each other, "Tommy my pussy feels wonderful, good because were going to be fucking twice a day until we know you knocked up. Sounds great I’m always up for a good fucking by my man"!
At the end of the summer Mrs. Spooner gave birth to a daughter. She named her Terry. My mom is about three months pregnant; it took mom and I a great deal of fucking to get her there but finally I succeeded. Those two women ruined me for anyone my own age or younger. Except my sisters are still childless and I'm wondering if I can be of any assistance.
The End
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