Mother/son physical love however defined very often involves soul-mates destined to oneness.

As a boy matures into a man, he recognizes this oneness and eventually realizes his deep emotional and physical desires. He tries to ignore and then to resist his feelings, but it is a futile endeavor and over the years, the urges, the yearnings grow stronger until they can no longer be denied.

******

Incest.

Beautiful, satisfying, consensual incest.

We knew what we were doing, what we were getting into, but the need and desire to love each other that way, to make each other whole was inevitable and undeniable.

When it became apparent what was happening between us, I felt guilt and shame at my lustful thoughts. To assuage the guilt and to understand better the incestuous feelings, I went online and found a chat group that helped me tremendously. I discovered that consensual incest though not an everyday occurrence happens more often than we think. It happens at all social and economic levels, typically male/female (father/daughter, brother/sister, and uncle/niece). These consensual unions are often indistinguishable from the tone, temperament, and emotions expressed between any man and woman engaged in an emotional and physical love affair.

Though incestuous female/male relationships sometimes happen between mother and son, what was unusual about our eventual mating is that I was the instigator and not my Mother. I sometimes think I may have taken advantage of the stressful, unhappy situation she was in at that time that left her so vulnerable. Emotionally insecure, lonely, verbally and sexually abused by my Dad (actually, my stepdad), she needed someone, and I was more than happy to be that "someone". We both recognized our feelings early on; the relationship developed slowly, but when it did finally reach fruition, we were both ready to actualize our love, despite societal mores and taboos.

There came a time when I stopped calling her Mom. I'm not sure why, but I do know it didn't feel right calling her Mom anymore. I recognized that the name Mom did not express my feelings toward her. She was a friend, a companion, an erotic ideal, someone whose soul touched mine. From that point on, she was Shelli (short for Rochelle), and despite the reprimands about disrespect and inappropriateness from both she and my Dad, she was Shelli to me.

*****

Despite my parent's shaky, dysfunctional marriage and constant bickering about having another child (Mom was adamant about not becoming pregnant again, but he was just as adamant about getting her pregnant), I grew up an only child in a privileged, affluent home, and community. Dad was the owner of a large, prosperous architectural firm and Mom, having come from a well to do background spent her time in charity/volunteer work and the small design business she had started.

I think they were in love when they first married, but that all seemed to change by the time I started school. One incident that stands out in my mind and illustrates their relationship. I must have been five or six and about to start kindergarten, and was still being breastfed. I vaguely remember her holding me tightly in her arms one afternoon as my Dad ranted at her that I was too old to be sucking her tits.

"The boy will be starting school soon," he told her.

"Do you want him going to school crying and whining for his Momma's tittie? Hell, if you want someone to suck your tits, I can take care of that for you," he said with a nasty smirk on his face.

I wouldn't enjoy that closeness with her again until I was a grown man. Despite almost a week of tears and following her around the house, she would not let me nurse. She would occasionally relent, pick me up and hold me to her, but sufficiently browbeaten, she would no longer offer me her tit. I started hating my Dad then; this was entirely his fault.

*****

Mom was very young when I was born. She had been seduced and impregnated by of all people her tutor. He knocked her up the night of her eighteenth birthday party. While friends and relatives were downstairs enjoying birthday cake and punch, the tutor was upstairs in her parent's huge four poster bed energetically taking Mom's virginity. When he found out she was pregnant, he said he would marry her, but Grandfather wasn't having that. My Grandfather felt the tutor had taken advantage of Mom to weasel his way into the family and sent him packing. He gave him a substantial check and the tutor hit the road never to be seen or heard from again.

When Mom began to show her pregnancy, my Grandparents debated and argued about sending her away until after the baby was born, but eventually decided to keep her and the baby at home with them. During those early years growing up with her parent's, Mom and I were more like siblings, the older sister and her little brother.

After I had turned two years old, Mom married and despite her parents' objections, took me with her when she moved with her new husband to a different town halfway across the state. With a monetary gift from Mom's Dad, her husband was able to set up a small architectural firm that eventually became a prosperous and well-respected business.

As I grew older, the relationship between Shelli and I became closer and stronger. Even in my childish way, I was protective of Shelli, and though I didn't quite understand, I could see my Dad was not always kind to her. Within a few years of their marriage, I sensed Mom's unhappiness, and now in hindsight, I know she tried to hide that sadness from me.

My Dad was quite a few years older than Mom was. He was a brusque, impatient womanizer who made no apologies for his behavior. I can remember as a little boy, seeing her cry because of something he might have said or done to her and I would want to comfort her.

"Mommy, don't cry," I would tell her, "I'm right here Mommy, I'll take care of you." She would laugh and hold me tight and everything would be okay. Sometimes when they argued, he would storm out of the house, and I would cautiously go into their bedroom and find her sitting in the big armchair near the garden window.

"Mommy? Mommy?" I would tentatively call. Eventually, she would snap out of her dark reverie and open her arms for me to climb into her lap. I loved when she invited me to cuddle in her lap. Sometimes she would unbutton her blouse and give me her tit. It was a bonding time. There was no longer any milk to nourish me physically, but the emotional closeness was something we both needed and found comforting. Knowing how my Dad felt she kept this as our secret, until one day she gently pulled me from her breast and explained that I was not a baby anymore, but a big boy.

"I'm afraid your Daddy was right, she said. My sweetheart is getting too old to cuddle in Mommy's lap."

I looked at her hurt and confused, knowing that our special times together had ended. Little did I know or imagine that in future years she would again hold me to her breast and offer me her tit, enjoying the sensation of my warm, moist mouth sucking her hard, erect nipple, the only difference being I would be a grown man.

*****

At eighteen, I already towered over my Mom. I was 6'1" to her 5'5" and outweighed her by over a hundred pounds. Because of my size and build, I gave the impression of being older than I was; thick dark hair, ruggedly attractive features, buffed, athletic body, I was a healthy young male in his prime. When we were out together, it was not unusual that people sometimes mistook us for boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son. This occasional misunderstanding embarrassed Shelli, but not me. I remember a waitperson once commenting on what an attractive couple we were; Shelli blushed a bright red and immediately began to correct the misunderstanding. I quickly cut her off, saying, "thank you" to the complementing server. The server winked and then grinned broadly as I dropped my arm across Shelli's shoulders letting my hand casually brush over her nipple causing it to become erect and visible under her blouse.

From the outside, life seemed good, but things weren't always, as they seemed. I quickly came to realize that my Dad was an insufferable bastard with a weakness for other women. The man loved sex, maybe even needed sex, and despite his collection of eager sluts, he still wanted "it" with Shelli. Perhaps out of a need for control, dominance or possession, he found immense sexual satisfaction when he fucked my mother. On more than one occasion, I would hear him come into the house and noisily, sometimes drunkenly amble down the hall to their bedroom. I seethed with anger and antagonism when I heard their muffled voices, his loud and demanding, her's placating and submissive, and then the silence when she would give in to him. I irrationally felt resentment toward her for submitting to him, despite her knowing that his dick had been inside another woman's pussy, mouth or ass just hours before. I think she put up with this behavior because, in her dysfunctional way, she loved him, but still . . . her acquiescence angered me.

As my Dad's business continued to grow and prosper, his absence from home on business trips also increased. Shelli and I found ourselves being thrown together often and for extended periods. During that time alone with her, I began to acknowledge and understand the inappropriateness of my feelings, and the realization that I couldn't always control them. I started "accidentally" brushing my hand or arm across her nipples, touching her breast, innocently caressing her thigh when we were seated next to each other, even standing so close to her that my cock rubbed against her ass or hip, things like that. Amidst profuse apologies once or twice, I managed to walk in on her while she was showering or dressing. If Shelli ever suspected anything, she never let on, but always smiled at the accidental intimacies and reassured me that no harm was done. As far as Shelli was concerned, these incidents, the touching and invasions of personal privacy were to be expected in any household. Sadly, within another year or so I had endured the frustration, guilt, and conflicting emotions about as long as I could.

Not being able to express my feelings to her, I allowed my lust for her to get the better of me. It was driving me crazy knowing she was having sex with my Dad. I knew things were getting out of hand when I started going through her lingerie drawer and selecting a pair of her panties to wrap around my cock as I masturbated.

The turning point was one afternoon when my Dad was away playing golf and Shelli was in the kitchen, at the counter preparing dinner. I was in the hallway watching her, transfixed by the way her firm, high breast and hard nipples fought to escape the confines of her blouse when she moved about the kitchen. As Shelli stood at the sink, I quietly came up behind her and lovingly cupped her breasts in my hands. She moaned and leaned back against my chest, initially surprised by the caress, but not fearful assuming my Dad had gotten back early and was now fondling her in prelude to sex.

My hand moved from her breast downward and slipped between her legs seeking the wetness of her increasing arousal. I bent over her and in a throaty, low voice whispered into her ear, "I love you." I felt her grind down against my hand as I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and I grinned broadly when she whimpered at her growing pleasure. "Oh Shelli, I want to be inside you, to love you," I said. Suddenly, her body stiffened, realizing what I had said and that it was not my Dad behind her, but her son, manhandling her pussy. She turned, pushing me away and stared silently at me before running out of the kitchen.

Had I been wrong? I honestly thought she had felt the chemistry between us and I foolishly assumed that once everything was in the open our life together could begin. I hadn't meant to frighten her, but I was so caught up in my need for her that I hadn't fully realized what I was capable of doing and had pushed too hard and thoughtlessly.

I wanted to apologize, to explain but Shelli avoided me like the plague that evening and into the next day. Knowing it could not continue the way it was, after another day, I reluctantly decided it was time I left and did so without having a chance to speak with Shelli. I had no idea where I was going to go or what I was going to do and eventually took a friend up on his offer and moved in with him. After a lot of thought, I enlisted in the Marines and within a few months headed off to boot camp.

*****

I continued to try to get Shelli to talk with me. I started writing to her during the torturous boot camp all recruits are subjected to, but she never responded, and I began to feel my efforts were pointless. Then one day in the mail, weeks later, there was a letter from Shelli. She told me that she at first couldn't bring myself to read or answer my letters, but had kept all of them hidden away so my Dad wouldn't find them.

She said she was sorry for not acknowledging my earlier letters and phone calls, but the guilt from what had happened that day in the kitchen was overwhelming, and she quietly withdrew from everything. We went through a thoughtful, deliberate process that progressed from letters to text and finally phone calls and we were slowly able to piece our relationship back together. We began to talk, cautiously to bare our souls and eventually the ties of trust and love were reestablished.

Feeling gradually more confident, during one Facetime session, Shelli confessed, "I was taken by surprise that afternoon in the kitchen, frightened by my response to you. Later, I tried to convince myself that I thought it was your Dad groping and finger fucking me, but I think I suspected it was you all along, and God help me I didn't care. I let myself enjoy what you were doing even though I knew it was wrong and perverted."

"I've always had a special feeling for you. Even though I never told you," Shelli continued, "we were always close, intimate friends, never really Mother and son."

"Did you know that your Dad wanted you to hear him having sex with me?" she said almost as an afterthought. "You never said or showed your feelings, but I believe that somehow he sensed it angered you. I think he recognized the closeness we had and took his resentment out on you."

From then on, Shelli and I spoke several times a week and through a lot of soul-searching, acknowledged our feelings. To my disappointment, Shelli felt the relationship could never become physical. Incest was something that she could never accept. Despite her feelings for me, she seemed adamant that it was our Mother/son relationship that was most important to her.

In my heart, while I knew our feelings were reciprocal, what could I do but go along with her wishes?

*****

Shelli had friends in the San Diego area, so under the pretext of visiting them, she came to see me while I was in the second half of my training in San Diego. She drove to the base one weekend and met me for lunch. Despite my promise to keep our relationship strictly mother and son, I felt my cock twitch and jerk when she came through the door of the restaurant.

She was stunning, a beautiful woman; not beautiful in an overblown way, but she had a classic, subtle beauty that seemed never to age.

The last thing on my mind was that she was my Mother. All I saw or cared about was that she was a fucking, desirable woman. Her Shoulder length brown hair with auburn highlights haloed about her face, emphasizing her large, dark green eyes, long dark lashes, and sensual pouty mouth. She wore it loose, falling over her shoulders and when she talked or moved her head, she would sensually toss her hair out of her face. I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through the soft, thick auburn waves. Mesmerized, I watched the subtle sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts as she walked, and was suddenly gripped by the thought of suckling at her breast.

I got up and walked across the room to greet her.

"Damn, you're beautiful," I said taking her into my arms and kissing her hard and hungrily, having forgotten all of my promises and resolutions. During lunch, I caught myself looking at her longingly, and could feel the growing erection between my legs becoming more and more uncomfortable. As we sat there, I listened to her talking and laughing and knew that sooner than later I was going to have her and she would come to me willingly. Granted I had been the instigator, not her and knew she was trying very hard not to cross the incest line. Though the emotional and sexual desires were strong and demanding, I knew she eventually would surrender and allow our happiness to take root and flourish.

Contrary to her wish to maintain a mother/son relationship, after that visit in San Diego, we continued to talk and began sharing sexual intimacies (directed masturbation, phone sex, etc.). I did not see Shelli in person again until a year later when I came home on leave.

*****

I eagerly conjured up nasty thoughts about her the whole flight from North Carolina. Hell, at one point I had to cover my lap with one of the in-flight blankets to conceal my swollen, stiff hard-on that threatened to burst through my jeans. In the darkened plane with a couple of other passengers sleeping around me, I unzipped, closed my eyes and jerked until I quietly came into a crumpled corner of the blanket, all the while thinking of Shelli, wishing I was cumming inside her.

Finally, the plane landed, and Shelli was to meet me out in front of Terminal. I nearly fell over another passenger as I hurried down the aisle with my carry-on bag. It was all I could do to contain my nervousness and excitement as I almost ran down the Terminal 1 connector, skirting around people trying to get to the outside passenger pickup area as fast as I could.

When I exited the Terminal, I saw her through the crowd of people. She stood next to a little silver-colored BMW, frantically waving trying to get my attention. Slim and tanned, her lustrous hair pulled back into a ponytail and tied with of all things a yellow ribbon. The skinny jeans hugged her ass from the rear and created a faint camel toe between her legs. The loose, V-necked tee shirt she wore only served to highlight her braless breasts and nipples. She looked like a girl in her twenties, instead of a woman in her thirties.

I walked toward her, hugged her and kissed her, intoxicated by her taste and smell. Without saying a word, I took the car keys out of her hand and opened the passenger door for her. Walking around to the driver's side and I started up the car and pulled into traffic.

"Where are we going?" She asked but I didn't respond, and we continued to drive for another fifteen minutes.

"Why are we stopping her?" She questioned, looking curiously around the parking lot of the Airport Radisson.

"We're going to have dinner and then stay the night here," I said, in a firm voice that did not brooch contradiction. She sat in surprised but silent acquiescence.

After registering at the front desk, I led Shelli into the bar and ordered each of us a drink. Sitting down at a secluded table, I took her hands in mine and looked into her eyes for a long time before I reached across, and caressed her face.

"What you want to do is wrong . . . you know that don't you?" She said with a shaky voice.

"No, I don't know that, and it's not wrong! We're not hurting anyone; I said unintentionally sounding angry. I love you, I've always loved you, the way a man loves a woman. We've waited long enough, and our feelings are stronger than ever."

"Let me love you, Shelli," I said as I leaned over the table and kissed her, letting my tongue slip between her soft, pink lips exploring, possessing.

*****

Shelli lay naked on the bed in the dimly lit room, my eyes hungrily taking in the sight of her smooth, hairless pussy and its puffy, moist lips. I moved her hand to my dick indicating that I wanted her to fondle me. She hesitantly reached for my cock and holding it in her warm, soft hand began slowly stroking it. I gasped with the initial sensation and silently prayed I would not cum.

I rolled between her legs and pressed them back against her chest. She wanted this as much as I did and now lay beneath me, her pussy exposed. I leaned forward and lightly kissed her sweet, hardening nub. She was already very wet, and as my tongue licked her clit, her body involuntarily jerked, and a soft, weak moan escaped her lips. I could feel Shelli's clit becoming harder in my mouth and I ever so gradually, established a pattern of licking, sucking and kissing, enjoying the feel of my Mother grinding her wet pussy on my face. I held her hips in place, preventing her from moving and began to nibble gently on and around her clit, and soon she fell into a humping rhythm with my pleasuring her. As her movements became more frantic, she began to thrash about, grasping my head and humped my mouth until she came in a hard, screaming orgasm.

She was crying now, not tears of sadness but tears of long denied sexual satisfaction.

"Shhhhh, shhhhhh, it's okay," I said as I licked away her juices until finally, she calmed, the tears stopped, and her breathing slowed. I lay stretched out on my back, and Shelli crawled on top of me taking my dick in her hand, lovingly squeezing and rubbing my swollen red crown. She parted her soft lips, pressed the hard tip of my cock into her wet, warm mouth, and began to suck.

The feelings were unbelievable, and I felt my eyes roll upward when she slipped my full length into her mouth, and my engorged cockhead touched the back of her throat. I could only lay there like a whipped dog, holding my breath at the exquisite sensation of her throat muscles closing and opening around my sensitive cockhead.

Did my Dad teach her that trick? I wondered as the thought evaporated as quickly as it had come.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her head up and down my throbbing shaft. A groan rose from my chest, and she looked up, her eyes smiling in the realization of the power she had over me. I could feel the pressure building; creating the pleasant torture of cum churning in my balls needing to explode. . . I was this close to blowing my load. . .

"Oh yes, Mommy, yes . . . yes," I whimpered and moaned in a pathetic sounding voice. It was beyond my control now, and I surrendered, shouting "Mom, Oh God Mom," as I ejaculated hot cum, forcefully down my Mother's throat.

She drank her fill and now crouched between my legs, her head resting on my thigh, my dick still in her mouth. I started to pull out, but she held my hips, not allowing me to withdraw. Shelli kept sucking, milking my cock until it was soft. After several minutes, she slowly let it slip from her mouth, as a thin silvery thread of spit and semen trailed from the tip of my cock to her lips. I watched mesmerized as her small pink tongue darted out and cleaned my cockhead before she licked away the remnants of cum from the corner of her mouth.

As good as her mouth had felt, it made me want to fuck her even more.

My name is Jason Kilpatrick, and I have become involved in a relationship with a beautiful, desirable woman named Shelli. The relationship has been emotionally fulfilling, sexually satisfying beyond all expectations, and . . . incestuous. You see, Shelli is my Mother.

Some may say that I took advantage of her unhappy marriage and emotional neediness to lure her into bed, but I feel no guilt or shame for what has happened between us.

Do not blame her, or judge us too harshly, after all, the heart wants what the heart wants.

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When Shelli picked me up at the airport, I honestly had no intentions other than taking her to dinner and getting caught up on things that had happened since I had been away. That's not however how things turned out.

From the time I saw her frantically waving, trying to get my attention outside of the terminal, I knew I was finally going to fuck her, and nothing was going to stand in my way, I just needed to bide my time. Shelli and I had spent most of that first day orally pleasuring each other.

The last time I had seen Shelli was that weekend during Boot Camp, a couple of years ago. This time was different. I wasn't a kid anymore, but a man whose desires and needs for an extraordinary woman had persisted and long been denied.

My Dad (actually my Stepdad) was out of town on business, but due back the following afternoon, so there was no rush in Shelli getting home. I'm not sure how long we slept, but I awoke first and lay in the bed thinking about her and wondering about our future together. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing that could stop our happiness.

Shelli stirred next to me, moaning softly. Groggy, still half asleep and not entirely aware of her surroundings, "Frank," she called out, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Frank was my Dad's name, and when I heard his name, I froze, in what? Surprise? Disappointment? In her orgasm induced sleep, she was probably dreaming of that bastard forcing a late night fuck from her.

Her movements excited me, and I could feel my cock twitch and begin to stiffen at her nearness and vulnerability. This wasn't happening the way I had planned. There was no romance, no champagne, no soft whispered intimacies, just me, a twenty-three-year-old stud with a raging hard-on intent on finally having his mother. Here in this situation, Shelli seemed different, so different from the woman I had known growing up.

What was about to happen was inevitable, even as Shelli weakly protested, I covered her, dwarfing her small body under mine, and positioned my huge swollen cockhead at her entry. She looked up at me, her eyes bright and glistening as a last futile murmur of "wait, wait . . ." escaped her lips. Consumed by an animal need to possess her, I loathed myself, even as I slid effortlessly into her warm, tight, wetness. Starting in my balls, I immediately felt a hot flush spread up my body as some primal urge to copulate overwhelmed me, and Shelli spread her thighs wider, instinctively welcoming her son home. I came hard and deep inside my mother. In three desperately exquisite thrusts, I spurted my thick, hot cum into her, filling her vital, grasping pussy with, my semen, my love.

"Shelli . . . Oh fuck, Shelli," I groaned as the last drops of my cum were expressed. I rolled off her, and she immediately curled into a small tight ball next to me. I reached over and lovingly caressed her exposed behind.

"Don't," she said and pushed my hand away.

"Shel, what is it? Talk to me," I urged.

"Oh my God Jason, what have we done?" she asked, recrimination creeping into her voice.

"We did nothing wrong," I said defensively.

I pulled her into my arms and held her to me, gently playing, teasing her still swollen clit. "We've done nothing wrong, Shelli," I said in a dry, throaty voice, my hand becoming wet and sticky from the spent cum seeping from between her legs.

She moaned and pressed against me.

Granted, I had always been the instigator and despite her initial shock and reluctance, my persistence and love had awakened in her the possibility of what our life together could be, after years of denial and frustration.

"Don't every regret or doubt my love for you Shel," I admonished her as a soft tremor shook her body.

In a quavering voice, she said, "Your father calls me cold because I don't want to have sex with him. He says I'm not a woman!"

"To Hell with him," I said slipping two fingers deeper into her contracting pussy.

"To Hell with that bastard," I repeated as she began to grind and hump the long fingers inserted inside of her.

"Hmmmm, yes," she whimpered, "yes . . . yes."

She suddenly climbed on top of me and sat for several seconds straddling my hips. Shelli stretched out on my chest and placing my hardening cock between her pussy lips began sliding her crotch up and down the length of my cock, lubricating it with the cum drippings that slowly leaked out of her pussy. She pressed her hips harder against my cock and moaned, her clit rubbing against it, sending shivers through her. My beautiful mother was using my cock to edge herself to an explosive orgasm. I lay there enjoying the pleasure she was indirectly giving me, marveling in the realization that it was my mother making me feel this way. I felt her body shudder before she stopped moving and lay quiet her breathing calming.

*****

Sitting up, she lifted her hips and positioned the head of my cock at her inviting hole preparing for my penetration. Anticipating what she was about to do, I held my breath as she lowered herself onto my dick. I felt my dickhead enter her with a subtle popping sound as the vaginal suction pulled me inside her. Shelli gasped when the full length of my engorged cock filled her, coaxing her pussy to relax and open for me. She began a slow, up and down motion on my shaft, the muscles of her pussy creating friction and pull that massaged my dick with each stroke. I felt the walls of her pussy envelope me and rhythmically contract and release around my throbbing cock.

I could feel my emotions welling up in my chest as she physically expressed her love for me.

"I guess you really are a mother-fucker," she said in a choked, anguished voice as she raised her ass and began fucking my cock with increasing determination.

"Jason . . . I'm cumminnnng, I'm cumminnnng," she shouted when her body stiffened and began to spasm in the thralls of her orgasm. Before her orgasm subsided, I rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her, fucking her pussy hard and deep as years of fantasizing faded away.

"Shelli!" I screamed as I ejaculated into her again, my balls aching from the wonderful exertion. My happiness was beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I grunted with satisfaction and pleasure as she pussy milked my cock.

The room reeked of sex and cum, but we lay together, covered in sweat, my cock buried inside my mother's exquisite pussy . . . where it belonged.

*****

I woke that morning, immediately realizing that Shelli was not there beside me. I got up and walked naked through the suite looking for her. When I stepped into the little kitchen area, I saw she had already called room service for coffee, and now sat at the table, a cold cup of coffee in front of her.

"Shelli," I said her name and she looked up in my direction a smile brightening her lovely face.

"Good Morning," I said, and her smile broadened.

I came to her and knelt between her legs. Unbuttoning my large white shirt that she had thrown on, I kissed the soft mound of her breast before sucking a beautiful pink nipple into my mouth.

"Ummmm, she said, Good Morning to you too Jason."

I could feel her heart beating faster and my balls tightening when she reached down between her legs and began to masturbate there on the chair with me sucking her tit. I pulled her out of the chair and onto the floor where I fucked her again, a hard, satisfying morning fuck.

*****

We pulled into the driveway later that morning and walked into the house. The house was empty; my Dad not expected back until early evening. Dad got home around seven and after showering and changing his clothes, the three of us left for dinner. At the restaurant, Mom and Dad sat next to each other, and I sat across the table. After a couple of drinks, dinner was served, and conversation died down as we enjoyed our meals.

As we enjoyed coffee and after dinner drinks, I thought I heard Shelli gasp and looked up to see her slowly close her eyes as she sat biting her lower lip.

"Shelli, everything ok?" I asked.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, quickly glanced at my Dad and then back at me.

"I'm fine, fine," she said breathlessly and immediately launched into a conversation about driving up the coast to visit her parents. As we talked, I watched her eyelids flutter, and she lifted her hand to rest lightly on my Dad's extended arm, his hand resting between her thighs. Her chest began to rise and fall faster as she tightened her grip on Dad's arm. Shelli's body momentarily stiffened before her head listed forward, and after a few seconds, with a barely audible sigh, she leaned closer to my Dad and rested her head on his shoulder.

It suddenly dawned on me what was happening. Dad was masturbating her under the table! Leaning in closer, he whispered something to her and Shelli looked at me embarrassed. I turned and looked at him and saw a faint smile play across his mouth.

I felt a sudden surge of jealousy. I was inwardly angry that she had opened her legs and allowed him to molest her like that. The bastard stood up and made a show of licking his fingers as he watched my reaction.

"Excuse me," he said and getting up, walked toward the men's room.

"Why did you let him do that to you," I demanded as soon as he was out of earshot.

"Please, please, don't make a scene and lower your voice," she muttered.

"Why? I asked again, trying to control my voice. Why did you let him touch you like that?"

"What was I supposed to do? I didn't have a choice but to let him," she said trying to reason with me.

I didn't know why I was so pissed off, but the thought of him touching her infuriated me and in my macho bravado, I told her I didn't want her having sex with him.

"Oh please, Jason! You're acting crazy," she said. "Frank is my husband, what do you expect me to do?"

I looked up and saw my Dad returning to our table. I knew I was irrational and ridiculous, but I couldn't seem to help myself; without another word, I got up and left the restaurant, leaving her sitting there in stunned surprise, trying to suppress the tears that had begun to brim in her eyes.

*****

I heard them come in later that evening, Frank loud and obnoxious, Shelli trying to quiet him down and get him into the bedroom.

"I don't want to sleep; I want to fuck. Get your clothes off and suck me," Dad shouted at her, his voice echoing down the hall. Just the sound of his voice made me cringe in the quiet darkness of my room. She must have initially refused him because he began ranting and name calling. I kept picking up parts of his ranting, scuffling noises and then muffled talking followed by silence.

My mind was bombarded with images of her on her knees sucking his dick and him making her lay with her legs spread open on the bed while he pounded into her until he came. It took everything I had not to barge into their bedroom, pull him off her and beat the crap out of him.

Around three o'clock that morning, I awoke and couldn't get back to sleep; getting out of bed I made my way downstairs. Hearing music coming from the den, I flicked on the light and stopped in mid-stride when I saw Shelli curled up on the sofa. She sat up, and I sat down next to her. I felt a warm sense of contentment when she stretched out on the sofa and placed her head on my lap. I covered her with an old afghan that had been mine when I was a boy, and lightly stroking her hair; I told her I was sorry for having been such an ass.

*****

Shelli and I were together every chance we got during my leave. In our lust and desire for each other, once or twice she came to my room after Dad was asleep and we would have quiet, unhurried lovemaking with him just down the hall oblivious to everything. I wish I could explain what it was like between us . . . it wasn't just sexual, but a physical, emotional and psychological connection that had started years earlier and now grew stronger with each passing day. For us, the sex was important, and God knows very satisfying, but it was also and more importantly an affirmation of our love and commitment to each other.

After that night at the restaurant, I reconciled myself to the fact that Shelli still had feelings for my Dad and would continue to live with and have sex with him. Despite her unhappiness, his frequent mistreatment of her, and the other women, she would never leave him; I knew that now. As she explained one night when we talked, she was able to separate her relationship with him from ours, when we were together, he did not exist.

My leave was just about over and I was due to return to North Carolina very soon. The afternoon of my departure, Shelli and I drove to the airport in silence. We arrived and after parking the car, went into one of the lounges to wait for my flight to be called. I ordered us drinks, and we sat talking. Shelli began to cry, her tears trailing down her beautiful face falling and dampening the front of her blouse.

"Baby, please, don't cry, I said. I only have another year left on my tour, and I plan to move back, to live here where we can be together. I'll come home on my next leave, or you can come to visit me . . . everything will be okay, I promise."

She said nothing else, only looked up at me with tears shimmering in her eyes. I reached across the table, took her hand, and to my surprise realized I had a hard-on. For a fleeting few seconds the thought of taking her into the lounge's bathroom and having a quick goodbye fuck flashed through my brain, but I knew there was no time for that.

My last sight of Shelli for the next three months was her waving goodbye as I went through airport security.

*****

That last year in the military was stressful and unsettling for both of us. For me, I looked forward to fulfilling my obligation to the Marine Corps., and deciding on a post-military career path. For Shelli, she had Dad to deal with. Still a womanizer, he had recently broken up with his latest dalliance and had turned to Shelli more and more to relieve his "needs", whether she wanted to or not.

I remember she called one night in tears. Over the last few month's he again had become adamant about getting her pregnant, "before you're too old," he would say. He was at her constantly. Shelli said he would make her have sex with him whenever, however, wherever he wanted. The night of the phone call, in a demonstration of his dominance over her, he had coerced her, no forced her to have anal sex with him.

"Leave him, Shel!" Damn it, you don't have to put up with that bullshit!" I shouted into the phone.

"I don't know what to do. I don't think Frank really loves me; sometimes I don't think he ever did," Shelli said.

"I can't divorce him, I don't know what to do."

"Oh Shelli, I wish I could be there with you, I said wanting to be supportive. Why don't you fly out here for a visit? A visit would be good for both of us."

"Maybe, but let me think about it," she replied.

"Oh Jason, she said after a few more minutes of conversation, I need to go now; I can hear Frank calling for me. I'll be fine, Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight Shel," I quickly said before she ended the call.

About three months after that phone call, Shelli did come for a visit. Rather than have her stay at my small apartment I reserved a very nice room for her at one of the larger downtown hotels.

I was planning to take her to dinner that night, but when she opened the door of her hotel room, all I could do was stare. She looked gorgeous. Slim and athletic, the cleavage of her breasts visible and inviting, her small waist, full womanly hips and tight ass ignited my desire. She turned and walked back into the room, and I caught the intoxicating scent of her perfume and ogled the sway of her hips, all the while thinking, "God, how I had missed her."

"Oh Shel," I murmured as I swept her up in my arms and kissed her, my hands hungrily touching, groping her body.

"Jason, we have dinner reservations, we don't have time to . . . " she began before I cut her off and pushed her back onto the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise as I slowly removed my uniform and stood naked in front of her, my long, thick cock hanging between my legs, gradually getting harder. Absently stroking my dick, I moved closer to her and held my cock out for her to kiss. Bending over her, I pulled up her dress and sought out the hot wetness between her legs.

"Wait, let me undress first," she said in a husky voice. I ignored her, having found her slit I pressed my fingers up inside her and began to finger fuck her. I heard her moan, and I stood up, as my cock jerked forward, the wet tip of my erection caressing her face.

"Suck my cock Mom," I, the big, tough Marine said as I slipped my throbbing cock between her parted lips and into her warm, lusciously moist mouth. She sucked me, raising her hand to my cock and lovingly stroking it, from my balls to the head. Her mouth created a tight sheath around my cock, and I held her head and began to thrust in and out pressing my dick ever so steadily down her throat. The pumping of my hips increased, and I suddenly came and was thrilled when she eagerly swallowed everything, delicately licking her lips afterward.

Needless to say, we did not make it to dinner but ordered from room service instead. While waiting for our dinner, we dimmed the lights and turned on a little romantic music. Shelli stood at the closet hanging up some of the things she had brought, and I walked over to her, fell to my knees, and started kissing between her legs. I can't describe how much I enjoyed the heady scent of her natural female essence and the soft, smooth feel of her shaved mound against my face as I licked between her legs and kissed her clit. Just when I felt her thighs begin to quiver, there was a knock at the door.

"Room Service," called the server.

"Oh my God, I'm cumming . . . don't stop, please don't stop," she whimpered.

I licked harder, my tongue darting in and out of her pussy as my finger found its way into her butt hole.

"Room Service," repeated the server, followed by more knocking on the door.

"Ughhhhhh, ughhhhhh" Shelli groaned.

"Yes, yes . . . like that," she cried cumming hard and wet into my mouth.

"Room Service, the server called impatiently, before knocking a finally time. We heard the faint shake and rattle of the dinner cart being left at the door and then silence.

*****

We ate a leisurely dinner while watching the adult only soft porn videos that are available in most hotel rooms. By the time, we finished our first bottle of Merlot and two of the adult videos I was hard, fully erect and leaking pre-cum.

I got up and went to sit on the side of the bed. Holding my cock upright from its base, I told Shelli to come and sit on it. She smiled sensually at my request and easing onto my lap slowly slid down my cock shaft. She purred with pleasure as my full hard length pushed deep inside her until it enveloped from tip to balls by her pussy. Shelli bent forward and began to ride up and down my cock making me grunt loudly with pleasure from the friction and pressure of her movements.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations flooding through my body. Reaching up to cup her breasts, I mentally tried to reconcile the woman so eagerly riding my cock with the sometimes timid, submissive woman I had known as Mother in my youth.

If nothing else, my mother knew how to please herself and me. As she worked her ass, I could feel her pussy squeeze and release my dick, and when she couldn't control it any longer, her pussy exploded in a gut wrenching orgasm that rippled through her body; and again, the disturbing thought flickered through my brain . . . "did my Dad teach her how to work her ass on his dick?"

*****

We sat propped up in bed, now sipping Jack Daniels instead of Merlot, our bodies naked and covered in perspiration. Shelli's beautiful head of auburn hair rested on my chest, and her slim, shapely legs intertwined with mine.

"When you're inside me, do you ever feel guilty?" She asked.

As I thought about her question, listening to her voice I was momentarily overwhelmed with a rush of animal lust and a primal desire to ejaculate on and in her, marking her as mine. Is that crazy?

"Damn, I chuckled; I have no regrets or guilt, I said. I feel good when I'm inside you, so good that I don't care what other people consider right or wrong."

She laughed, snuggled in closer to me and we talked for a long time sharing our feelings, expectations and "what ifs". She told me about her troubled relationship with Dad, how disappointing the union had become after so many years, his desire for a child, his womanizing, everything. As we talked, Shelli slipped her hand down to my crotch and began to pump up and down on my cock. Shit . . . I was going to cum if she didn't stop . . . and I didn't want to cum yet. I stopped her hand, and she looked up at me with a gaze that reflected maternal love and sultry whorishness.

I watched her face as I slowly began to masturbate her. Shelli's eyes glazed over and a sensual expression crossed over her face. Her lips parted slightly as my fingers teased and fondled between her legs, making her clit harden and swell. She moaned, and her small hips moved imperceptively against my hand. I found a very special pleasure and dominance when masturbating her, the way she would obediently sit between my open legs, lean back against my chest and spread her legs for me. In this position with her clit and pussy exposed, I could gently massage her clit until it was on the verge of bursting, and she would whimper and beg me to let her cum. Just when tears of frustration were brimming in her eyes, I would increase the pressure and pinch her clit, which would push her over the edge into orgasm. This time, though, I was not ready for her to cum. Despite her protests and frustration, I gradually stopped caressing her there.

"No, no . . . why are you stopping?" She asked frantically.

"Be patient," I whispered and continued to hold her until her body relaxed and her breathing returned to normal.

*****

Shelli slowly got up off the bed and walked across the room to the small refrigerator for ice. Following her, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the large window at the far end of the room. Her tits were pressed against the window, and with my foot, I spread her legs apart as I prepared to enter her. I had surprised her, and I felt her struggle to escape from under me.

"They can see, the people across in the other building can see us," she said, the embarrassment in her voice evident.

"Stop squirming, I think we'll give them a little show," I said enthusiastically.

Still in view of our audience, I pulled Shelli away from the window and bending her over the back of the sofa that was in front of the window, pushed my thick cock into her hot box. While holding onto her hips I began fucking her, all the while staring defyingly out of the window. After several minutes, I pulled her to her feet and turning her around to face the window again, pressed her up against it.

"Oh my God, they're watching you fuck me," she said with sexual excitement dripping from each word.

I was so excited, my balls hurt from the need to explode. I had entered her from behind and with each stroke, I went deeper inside of her and pressed her tighter against the window. I pulled all the way out only leaving my cockhead buried and then slammed back into her repeatedly until I shot my hot, potent load high up into her pussy. Not wanting to pull out, to interrupt the incredible pleasure, all I could think about was how good it felt to cum inside her. I continued forcefully ejaculating inside her, as I brought her to orgasm. I finally slumped over her and pulled my long, still hard cock out of my Mother's semen soaked pussy.

Glancing across to the adjacent building, I could see three or four people standing on their balcony pointing in our direction. As her climax began to subside, I kept her pressed to the window, giving our audience a good view of her perfect naked body and my semi-hard erection. Captive under me, Shelli's body trembled, trapped between the window, my hard muscular chest and, demanding cock. Finally, on shaky legs, we stumbled backward onto the bed, cum dripping out of her pussy and trailing down the insides of her thighs.

"Oh, Mom . . . I love you so much," was all I could say and I realized, even more, how special and important to me she was.

*****

Shelli and I continued to visit each other throughout my last months in the military. During this time, my Dad's business demanded a lot of traveling, often for weeks at a time and when he was away, I would come home when possible to be with Shel. This arrangement, our visiting back and forth, went on without problems until one day I received a panicked call from Shelli. She was in hysterics and crying so hard it was difficult to understand what she was trying to say.

After several minutes of trying to calm her down, she was finally able to tell me what was wrong.

"I'm pregnant," she sobbed.

"Wwwhat? What did you say?"

"I didn't feel well and went to my doctor. He called a little while ago and said I was . . . pregnant. Oh my god, what am I going to do?"

"Stop crying," I said, "Dad's been trying to get you knocked up for months now, why are you so upset?"

She began to cry again.

"Are you surprised? I mean, this is what eventually happens when you have sex," I said in a stupid halfhearted attempt to lighten the conversation.

She continued to cry even harder and then said in a stuttering voice, "I know, but . . . but . . . it's not Frank's baby."

For some reason, as soon as I heard those words I could feel my cock begin to stiffen knowing what the rest of her revelation was going to be.

"The baby is yours Jason, not his. Oh my God . . . I'm having my own son's baby."

*****

My balls ached with perverted pleasure at the thought of Shelli carrying my child. I inwardly laughed at the irony of the situation. My Dad had been pounding her pussy for months, stroking it hard and consistently every chance he got, trying to impregnate her, and here I come along and accomplish the deed so easily. He had gone off on a business trip to London for six weeks, when I took his place between her warm, welcoming legs, repeatedly filling that pussy with baby making cream the whole time. By the time he finally came home, she was four weeks pregnant. Of course, we didn't mean for this to happen, but then, we didn't do anything to prevent it from happening either.

I knew the thought of being pregnant filled her with apprehension, but in all honesty, I was thrilled knowing that I had knocked her up when he obviously couldn't.

I seldom thought of her as my Mother anymore. To my way of thinking, she was an attractive, smart, sexy older woman who returned my loved. I loved a woman who satisfied me in all ways, and who now was pregnant with my baby. Knowing that it was my baby growing inside of her beautiful belly stirred my lust for her and put me in a state of constant arousal, consumed by thoughts of my cock being buried balls deep in her warm, wet pregnant pussy.

As I concluded the last of my discharge related tasks, Shelli and I spent a lot of time on the phone with her keeping me appraised of what was happening there with my Dad. Shelli had told my Dad that he was the father, and he was obnoxiously proud of having gotten her pregnant, or so he thought.

Shelli and I were still having sex whenever we could arrange it, and she tried to stay away from him wanting only to be intimate with me. Sometimes she couldn't avoid him and rather than fight or struggle with him, especially in her condition, she would submit and let him have sex with her, although most times it did not matter to him whether she was willing or not.

Shelli was even more beautiful and desirable in her pregnancy and once she began showing he couldn't seem to get enough of her. She confided in me that just like his son, Frank enjoyed and was fascinated with pregnancy sex. Just seeing her innocently walking around the house, her breasts bouncing, her belly beginning to protrude was enough for him to grab her and make her bend over the back of a chair, or have her kneel between his legs and suck him off or make her get on all fours and take her doggy style. He was in total fetish heaven.

During her sixth month as her baby bump became more obvious, Frank's attentions also grew more insistent. She said she didn't know for sure or understand what made him act differently, for example, he loved eating her pussy now more than ever and would demand she allow him to indulge himself whenever he desired. She had heard about men being susceptible to a woman's pheromones during pregnancy, so maybe the release of these pheromones was the cause of his intensified sexual appetites.

*****

The fluctuating hormones and pheromones, her increased sexual needs and curiosities, two men vying for and constantly available to her, in a sense, she felt set free. Not so amazingly, during her third trimester, it seemed she had no inhibitions. There were no secrets between Shelli and me, but there were some things she was at first reluctant to tell me. It took a while, but she eventually told me how Frank had developed a liking for anal sex. Occasionally engaging her in this fashion, he would rub her belly and fondle her clit until they both came, her bucking under him and him filling her ass with hot cum.

There was no embarrassment in her telling me anything, just her need to verbalize her feelings. As for me, I was salaciously curious about everything, becoming openly aroused when listening to her describe her sexual exploits with my Dad. One night as we lay in bed talking, she told me that once during oral sex he had told her that her pregnancy made her pussy feel like a warm velvet glove, her juices "sweet" and that was why he enjoyed eating her as much as he did. He explained how her pussy lips became dark pink and puffy, and her clit would become engorged at the slightest stimulation and clearly visible, swelling to the size of a small pea as it emerged from under its moist protective hood.

I listened to her, becoming almost painfully aroused when she told me how he unashamedly enjoyed the increased wetness between her legs, taking pleasure in slipping his tongue into her mouth with his face covered in her juices and at the same time plunging his swollen cock into her wet dripping pussy. From what she said, he sometimes seemed to prefer performing oral sex on her to the exclusion of intercourse. He told her he knew from experience that before their lovemaking was over, she would be between his legs, willingly, eagerly sucking his dick. Though Shelli didn't realize it herself, she would become the person in control, licking his shaft, curling her tongue over his sensitive crown and sucking his cockhead until he surrendered and sprayed his male nectar into her hungry mouth.

Shelli reassured me that she though she only wanted sex with me, she couldn't always help herself. She told me that my Dad knew she did not want to have sex with him and when she was "forced" to submit, she tried hard not to succumb to him. She vindictively made sure he knew how she felt, but with a lecherous smirk on his face, he would take her from behind, on all fours like a dog, so there was no pressure on the baby. In this position, while teasing her clit, he would fuck her until her body betrayed her and she came like a whore screaming his name, clutching at him, begging him not to stop.

By the end of her confession, I was so fucking aroused, my balls hurt from the need to be inside her. Like my father, I ended up using her body the way she had described him using her, but this time, she came screaming my name, clutching at me, and begging me not to stop.

*****

After my honorable discharge from the Marine Corps, I moved back to California, found an apartment and begun to settle in as the animosity between my Dad and I intensified. The fact that unbeknownst to him I was sleeping with my mother and had gotten her pregnant didn't help matters any, but in a perverse way gave me a sense of satisfaction.

Though the relationship between Dad and me had not improved, I spent much of my time at the house, visiting with Shelli. Shelli and I were out near the pool having lunch one afternoon when quite unexpectedly she asked me to move into the guest house so I would be close if she needed me.

I can only imagined what prompted her request, but seeing the distress etched on her face, I reluctantly agreed to move in.

Obviously relieved, she came into my outstretched arms and hugged me. I was so far gone for this woman that even this innocent maternal gesture caused a hot electric rush to sizzle through me. As she held me, I felt, the bump of her growing belly and the warm, pressure of her breast against my chest, and in spite of my need to love and protect her, her closeness caused my cock to jerk and swell against her. My cock hardened quickly, and my balls tightened as the thought of impaling her hot, tight pussy filled my brain.

Feeling my stiffening arousal pressing against the softness of her belly I bent over her, slipped my tongue between her lips, and savored the moist, familiarity of her sweet, mouth.

We knew we weren't alone, my Dad was inside, in the den and could come searching for us at any time, but in our growing excitement, that possibility didn't deter us.

I took her hand and pulled her into the pool house. As I held her, I undid my pants and freed my throbbing cock. Shit . . . it felt huge, the head already slick with a large bead of pre-cum. I lifted her up onto the dressing table and pressed her onto her back, her belly round, protruding and beautiful. My arms encircled her thighs, and I pulled her butt to the edge of the table and removed her panties.

"Open your legs, Shelli."

I stood looking down at her, my cock sticking out prominently in front of me. It twitched in anticipation as I positioned the cockhead, and with a slow, gentle thrust breeched her pussy, and was inside her.

"Damn your pussy feels good," I said in amazement, "so fucking hot." I held her thighs open and stroked into her until the length and girth of my cock were buried inside her and I erupted drenching the walls of her ripening pussy with my cum. As I came, I could feel her cumming too, her pussy gripping my cock, pulling me inside her, holding me inside her squeezing and milking me.

*****

I thought about that afternoon a lot, unsure about her perceived need to have me near her "just in case." We needed to talk, and I was growing concerned at her obvious efforts to avoid me. Dad was in San Francisco on business for a couple of days, and so I was not worried about running into him and went up to the main house to find and talk to her.

I knocked once and entered the room. In the warmth of the afternoon, she was stretched out on the bed, her oversized T-shirt having been pulled off leaving her breasts and belly exposed. She was gorgeous in her pregnancy. The room was filled with the scent of lemon verbena (her favorite fragrance), her belly pink and growing with my child, her tits swollen and soon to be heavy with milk.

She looked up and acknowledged my entry into the room, before lowering her head back onto the bed. "You've been avoiding me," I said as I stretched out on the bed next to her, placing her head on my shoulder.

"No, not deliberately avoiding you. I just needed a little space and time for myself."

"What brought this on?" I asked sensing her depression.

"I had an argument with your Father, and I told him to get out. Of course, he won't go, but I've just about had enough; maybe it's the hormones, his infidelities or his just being an asshole. I don't know," she tried to explain.

"He's not worth the waste of your energy; try to put him out of your mind," I said, pulling her closer to me.

"Don't think about him."

She sighed and laying on her back, adjusted her breast for me to suck. I slid down her body, my tongue licking over the soft mounds of her breast, my mouth finally inhaling her dusky pink nipples. As I suckled, she ran her slender fingers through my hair smoothing it back from my face.

"Ohhhh yes baby, Mommy likes that. Mommy likes that," she said, her voice trailing off to a whisper.

Going from one nipple to the other, I felt the rigid elongated peaks against my tongue, and when I sucked harder, I could taste the faint sweetness of the liquid that would soon make her breast full and heavy with the nourishment our baby would need.

I smiled to myself at the sight we must have presented, a beautiful woman, long auburn hair in sensual disarray about her face cradling the upper body of a large, muscular man, happily suckling at her tit. I inhaled deeply and enjoyed her female fragrance as she encouraged me to suck. As I sucked, she emitting a soft moan of pleasure and began slowly rubbing and undulating against me until she was actively humping my thigh.

I was acutely aware when her hand slipped down between my legs and caressed my balls. She squeezed and caressed them until they contracted hard within my ball sac and pulled up tight against my body. My cock was sticky with pre-cum when I felt her hand lightly massaging the large vein on the underside of my cock. Soft, feathery strokes along the length of the vein sent shivers through me and made my cock hard. Her hand encircled my throbbing cock, and she stroked me until I began to thrust in and out of her hand. I didn't want to cum that way, and I quickly rolled her onto her side and entered her from behind. Spooning in that position, my long dick up her pussy I fucked her to the rhythm of my balls slapping against her ass. She screamed at the peak of her climax, and the sound and intensity of her ecstasy pushed me over the edge into my own orgasm.

When we were finished and lay together exhausted, the room became quiet and still as I gently caressed her belly, and enjoyed the feel of her bare skin against my chest. We remained like that for a long time, until we heard Dad searching for us. At the sound of his voice, we reluctantly separated. I pulled my now flaccid cock from her still grasping pussy, hurriedly dressed and headed toward the guest house as she walked slowly back to the main house where Dad waited.

As Shelli began her third trimester, she grew bigger, rounder, and Frank more obsessive and demanding. She had again asked him to leave, and he had refused. Shelli left the main house and temporarily moved into the guest house with me, and though she put her things in the smaller second bedroom, each night, it was to my bed she came.

To me, Shelli was more beautiful and desirable than ever at this point in her pregnancy. Her gorgeous green eyes sparkled infectiously; her hair had grown longer, thicker, shinier and most of the time she wore it loose and cascading about her shoulders. I loved the feel of her hair, the soft feathery sensation on my groin and thighs made me delirious with desire when she nestled between my legs and sucked me lovingly.

Due to her pregnancy, Shelli was blessed with a pair of warm, full and delectable breasts that would eventually breastfeed our baby and satisfy me as well. Her tits were now very large for a petite woman like her. She had gone from an average 36B bust to a 38D, which she didn't particularly like, but I loved. Sometimes at night as she slept I would gently roll her onto her back and take one of her long hard nipples into my mouth and suck; occasionally coaxing a few drops of warm, sweet pre-milk from them. This closeness would bring back memories that would eventually turn to erotic thoughts. As I sucked harder, she would moan in her sleep which would trigger an even harder erection, and before long, that primal impulse to fuck her would take over. It would take all of the control I had to resist the urge to slide my throbbing cock into my mother's wet pussy. I didn't want to take her while she was asleep, but if the urge were strong, I would masturbate and cum on her pregnant belly and between her legs.

More than likely, she would awaken, and with half opened eyes, and in a groggy, sleepy voice say, "I'm asleep."

"Okay, go back to sleep, go back to sleep," I'd tell her in a thick, lust filled voice. When I felt her body relax, I would stroke into her, and despite her half-hearted protests, she would inevitably roll onto her side and push her ass back into my crotch allowing me to go deeper. I would fuck her slowly, unhurriedly to the point of my release with her still mumbling under her breath, "Let me sleep, no . . . I'm asleep." Her hips would fall into rhythm with my thrusting and quicker than I would have liked I would cum in a slow, oozing orgasm, filling her pussy to overflowing until it trickled out dampening the sheets beneath us.

*****

It amazes me to this day that Frank, my Dad (actually my stepdad), as far as I could tell never figured out what was happening right under his very nose. For over a year of my living there, sleeping with my mother, and eventually impregnating her he never questioned our closeness. I suspect his narcissism and extra-marital relationships may have blinded him to the real situation and reinforced his belief that Shelli was weak and would never leave or cheat on him.

I think, despite everything that had happened between them, Shelli still cared about him, but when Frank refused to move out of the house, Shelli made the decision to leave. In spite of his calls and messages, she would not return, and it was following this rejection that his actions, fueled by his bruised ego became extreme and frightening.

Several weeks after leaving him and moving out, Shelli received a video. As soon as I got home that evening, I could see she was upset and scared. Not having viewed it, she handed me the video, and we sat silently watching it. The video was taken through an unobstructed bedroom window and captured every physical detail of Shelli's pregnant body as she came out of the shower; her full milk laden breasts, which she absently squeezed and caressed as she dried herself. Her now round, taut belly that had dropped lower in preparation for the birth of our child, and as she stood in front of her mirror with her legs slightly spread, the pink petals surrounding her pussy were exposed. At this stage of her pregnancy, her pussy lips appeared soft, puffy and glistened from her natural wetness. Her clit was as usual swollen and protruding, its engorged size resembling the very tip of a man's pinkie finger. Watching that video, I could almost imagine the feel and taste of her clit between my lips.

When the video ended, we sat there looking at each other, knowing who had sent it, but not being able to prove it meant we couldn't go to the police.

I sat there cursing, wanting to confront Frank.

"I think you're over reacting, she said. Frank scared me a little at first with the video, but I don't think he would every do anything to hurt me," she said not very convincingly.

Within the next couple of days, I had an alarm system and surveillance camera installed and made her promise always to have a friend with her when she went out during the day.

"I don't trust him, Shelli; I can't put my finger on why, but I think you need to be careful of him," I said trying not to upset her more than she was already.

*****

Shelli had obtained a restraining order to keep him away from her, but that didn't stop Frank. When the papers were served, he was furious and defied them within just a few days; so seeing him blatantly watching the house made us both very nervous. To make matters worse, I couldn't get out of a previously scheduled business trip in Sacramento. Even though I would be gone only a week, I was hesitant to leave her alone and didn't want to go.

I tried to get her to stay with her parents not just during my absence, but also until after the birth of the baby, but she wouldn't agree. With her promise to be watchful, I left anticipating my return the following week. I spoke with Shelli every day, mainly to check on how she was feeling, how the baby was doing and any issues she might have had with Frank. Despite my repeated attempts, I was unable to reach her on the third day and immediately became concerned. By the fourth day when there was still no response to my calls and messages, I began checking with her friends. Finally, in a near panic, I left Sacramento and headed home.

*****

Four hours later, I pulled my car into the driveway and burst through the door calling "Shelli, Shelli, where are you?" I ran down the hall to her room and found her packing her bags.

"You know . . . I think I will go up and visit my folks for a few weeks after all," Shelli said in an emotionless voice with a quick glance in my direction.

"I kept trying to reach you, and you didn't answer. What's wrong? Is it the baby? What happened?" I asked ignoring her statement.

"Nothing happened," she said.

"You're lying Shelli!" I said, grabbing her by her shoulders and demanding to know what was wrong. She pulled away from me and began to cry quietly.

Shelli suddenly fell silent and sat down staring blankly across the room.

"Shelli, what is it?" I asked, my concern making my voice shaky. "Did Dad do something?"

"I don't want to talk anymore," she said abruptly and brushed aside my outstretched hand as she rose and crossed the room to the open patio door.

I came up behind her and embraced her. Holding her tightly in my arms, I felt her relax finally and lean back against me.

"I don't want you to leave Shel, just wait a day or two before you decide. If you still think this is something that you need to do, then okay, I'll drive you up there myself."

"Okay," she said after a long pause.

"I'm sorry I didn't return your calls; I didn't mean to make you worry," she said quietly and slipped her arms around my waist, resting her head on my chest.

Over the next few days, she gradually started acting like her old self and thankfully agreed with me that the long drive up the coast wasn't necessary. Though Shelli was biologically my Mother, our relationship had long since evolved into a loving union between a man and a woman, not a mother and son. With that thought in mind, we decided that maybe we could get away for a long weekend before the baby came. It was around this time that I noticed Shelli acting nervous and anxious whenever Frank came to the guest house or when I was away, and she was alone. It was obvious something had happened during my trip to Sacramento, but in spite of our previous openness with each other, she was still unable or unwilling to talk with me about it.

*****

This past Saturday marked the beginning of Shel's eighth month, and we decided if we were going to get away before the baby, we'd better do now. We packed a couple of bags for a long weekend and started driving toward Napa County. As I drove, her hand casually rested high up on my thigh, perilously close to my semi-hard cock that she would stroke, tease, and caress now and then with her outstretched fingers.

That afternoon we checked into the GranVue Hotel, showered and stretched out on the bed for a nap before dinner. Despite Shelli's growing belly, my sexual appetite for her had not changed, if anything the bigger she got, the more sexually demanding she became, and the hornier I was. Shel and I had not made love in two days, and by the time we returned from dinner, it was all I could do not to pull my cock out and make love to her when we came through the door. Shelli apparently felt the same way! As I closed the door, she backed me against it, unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. She reached down, encircled my thick cock with her small hand, and began stroking me. It had been so long that my legs began to tremble from the repressed urge to cum. Damn! When she covered the head of my cock with her warm, moist mouth, I grabbed handfuls of her hair, held her face to my crotch, and started thrusting.

"Swallow it all baby, swallow it all," I groaned when Shelli drank my first hot load and then the second as my cock violently jerked and spewed.

"God damn it . . . so good, sooooo good," I mumbled, now slowly stroking in and out of her mouth until my dick was soft and my balls were empty.

"Ummmm," she mouthed before she finally released my cock, licking and kissing its flaccid length and then smiling as it began to swell again. She lower her head and licked my balls, sucking them one after the other into her mouth letting her tongue caress and love them.

I helped her to her feet and undressed her, becoming rock hard as each part of her gorgeous pregnant body was revealed. Her warm, full breast, her belly swollen and ripe with my seed, and her puffy, pink pussy lips moist and slightly protruding between her open thighs visibly enticed and teased me. I removed my shirt and letting my jeans fall to the floor, stepped out of them. There in front of her I stood, the crumpled clothes at my feet, my manhood again growing erect and at attention.

I tossed a couple of pillows onto the floor and had her kneel on them, bending her upper body onto the edge of the bed, her belly hanging free of obstruction. Her beautiful ass pushed out toward me at just the right height to enter her. I came up behind her and spreading her knees apart a bit wider rubbed my cockhead up and down her swollen pussy. Shelli reached impatiently behind her, took my cock and guided it into her wet pussy. I tried to hold back, but as soon as I felt the warmth and tightness of entering her, I began thrusting, and Shelli came almost immediately rotating her hips and grinding into my crotch trying to maintain the friction and pressure of her engorged clit rubbing against my cock for as long as she could.

Relieved of the intense sexual tension that had been between us for the last several days, we snuggled in bed contented and in love. With my hand caressing her belly, her leg intimately resting on top of mine we felt our baby kick. We lay there and burst into excited laughter that soon changed to an intimate conversation about us, the baby, and our plans for the future. Shelli's head on my chest, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Snuggling into the warmth and security of her son's strong arms, Shelli tried to sleep, but her mind persisted in replaying everything that had happened weeks earlier between Frank, her estranged husband and herself.

When Jason had suggested they get away for the weekend, she thought this would be a good time to tell him what had happened between Frank and her. As she lay next to him recalling that night, if nothing else, Shelli realized she could never say anything to Jason and risk him finding out just how much of a slut she had become. She didn't want to risk him ever knowing that even with his baby growing inside her, she had shamelessly opened her legs to Frank, welcoming, enjoying the feel of his hard, veiny cock filling her.

*****

Shelli hadn't seen or talked to Frank since before Jason left on his business trip to Sacramento. Surprisingly, despite being at home alone, she was feeling more relaxed and secure than she thought she would have. After Skyping with Jason Sunday afternoon, her friend Anne came over for dinner and left around nine o'clock. Shelli showered shortly after that and got into bed.

Around twelve o'clock she awoke thinking, she had heard movement in the front room. In the darkness of her bedroom, she listened for any unusual sound, and when she didn't hear anything more, she lay back and was soon asleep again. Perhaps an hour or so later, Shelli was startled out of her sleep, but this time, it was a movement in her bedroom. She lay there quiet, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. As her eyes searched the room, they settled on a shadow at the far corner of the bed. Shelli screamed and just as quickly, the shadowy figure was on her covering her mouth with his hand.

"Shhhh, be quiet, it's me," he said, removing his hand. Shelli immediately recognized his voice . . . it was Frank, her husband.

"How did you get in here?" She asked him and he reminded her that the guest house belonged to him, it was his property, so of course, he would have a key.

"What are you do here?" Shelli demanded.

"We need to talk, Shelli," he said as he stood beside the bed. Then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he pulled his pants and shorts down revealing the outline of his impressive cock that was already semi-hard, its tip wet and glistening in the dimness of the room.

"No!" she told him, knowing what he had in mind.

"You're my wife, my pregnant wife, and this bullshit has gone on long enough," he said threateningly.

"Get out, get out now," she shouted at him.

He pulled back the covers on the bed and grabbing the top of her pale yellow camisole ripped it in one quick downward motion, exposing her breasts.

"Go to Hell, Frank. You know it's over between us," She reminded him, clutching the shreds of the fabric to her chest.

"I don't want to hurt you Shelli, but you need to do what I tell you, do you understand?" he asked.

She didn't reply.

"Do you understand? He asked again his voice sounding cold and menacing. I know you've missed me fucking you."

Shelli's eyes silently pleading looked up at him and for the first time she felt afraid of him. He didn't need to threaten her again.

*****

She had begun to think of herself as being more assertive and independent since leaving Frank, but she now felt only anger with herself for allowing him to intimidate her so easily. Her submissiveness was apparent; he knew she wouldn't fight him and she sat there quietly, trying desperately not to cry.

"Take your panties off," he said and watched as she hesitantly stood up, slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and let them slide down her thighs to the floor. With her camisole hanging precariously from one shoulder ribbon, the tears began to fall. Filled with self-loathing; despite everything, she realized she wanted to have sex with him. Her exposed swollen breasts, with their dark areolas, made the long, hard nipples appear almost brown in color with arousal. He came closer and slipped his fingers into her pulsing pussy as he lowered his mouth to her tit, and began to suck noisily.

"You're wet. You little bitch, you're sopping wet," Frank said, almost laughing with perverse satisfaction.

He stretched out on the bed and pulled her over to him.

"Get on top of me," he instructed.

"Frank, please, don't do this," she pleaded.

"Get on top of me," he repeated.

Shelli awkwardly climbed on top of him, straddling him and he immediately began grinding his cock between her legs so that it rubbed maddeningly against her clit. When she looked down, she could see pre-cum was beading out of his cockhead. Frank placed his hands on her hips and pressed downward so he could feel the warmth and heat from between her legs against the bulging vein on the underside his cock.

Shelli could feel herself becoming wetter and increasingly aroused. She didn't want to enjoy the sensations, but she couldn't help herself. Despite a sense of guilt at betraying Jason, she arched her back and leaned onto her hands so that her clit was further exposed. Seeing how she presented herself to him, after wetting his fingers, Frank began massaging her swelling clit until it was even more engorged and distended.

"Oh my God Frank, oh my God," Shelli murmured quietly to myself as she spasmed on top of him and a wave of heat fluttered through her body. She slumped breathless onto his chest, moaning with pleasure but at the same time disgusted with herself.

She could feel his cock throbbing; he told her to raise her hips, and when she did, without either of them saying another word, his huge cock slid inside her. He pressed himself deeper and ground against her when he felt her pussy squeezing his cock. Knowing his cock well after years of marriage and sexual intimacy, Shelli's pussy softened and opened to accommodate his bulbous, mushroom shaped cock crown. His cock continued to expand, and her eyes widened with pleasure when her very pregnant pussy started to contract hard around Frank's cock when he slowly, rhythmically stroked in and out of her.

It felt good.

She suddenly became ashamed as a wave of reproach flooded over her. Shelli was in love with Jason, but damn . . . it felt so good.

Frank started thrusting upward into her, harder and deeper. As the pleasant sensations grew, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift to an earlier time in her pregnancy. Something had changed. Since almost the very beginning of her pregnancy, her body seemed to yearn, to need the comfort of sex. Sometimes the urge was so intense it frightened her. Frank liked the new Shelli because he could fuck her whenever he wanted to, and she would willingly spread her legs for him. Jason liked the change because he now had his mother eagerly returning his physical love. The illicit, taboo act excited both Jason and herself; and when she openly crawled into her son's bed at night to enjoy wet, nasty, incestuous fucking, all else was forgotten. The fact that he had gotten her pregnant was a plus.

As her pregnancy advanced and she grew bigger with Jason's child, she wanted to be intimate only with Jason. Unfortunately, her resolve would weaken when Frank wanted sex with her. The sex was usually by coercion at first, but at some point changed to a reciprocal coupling with both of them being sexually satisfied by its end. She couldn't seem to help herself. Her mind and heart would scream no, but her body at the mercy of hormones and pheromones would grudgingly succumb to Frank's stroking and thrusting as if she had no will of her own.

It felt soooooo fucking good.

"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned in discomfort at his aggressiveness, "Frank, be careful of the baby," she said, and before she could say anything more, he grabbed her hips and more gently thrust upward into her, readying himself for his discharge inside her. Frank's body stiffened as his cock slid easily in and out of her pussy and without being fully aware, her hips began to sway, back and forth meeting his strokes.

"Damn Shelli, you always were the best fuck. Even after fucking those others, I always came back to your pussy," Frank said before he made a final hard, deep thrust and ejaculated a humongous load of cum inside her, forcing her to tremble and spasm through yet another orgasm of her own.

Groaning and grunting like a huge dog mating with a willing, submissive bitch he spewed his cum deep inside Shelli's expectant womb; next to the baby he thought was his.

They lay there, both of them satisfied and exhausted. Shelli now filled with guilt and promised herself never to tell Jason the truth of what had happened.

Eventually, Frank rose, dressed and as he turned, with a sickening smirk on his face said, "There won't be any divorce, Shelli, not unless I say so."

*****

I found a fantastic job as a district engineer working for the growing firm of Lippincott and Janus. I guess, that intense training when I was in the military had obviously paid off. Though there was a lot of responsibility associated with the job, it had an excellent salary, and my hours were pretty much my own. It was a great stepping stone to what I wanted to accomplish in the future.

While I was busy working, establishing myself at my new job, Shelli's time and energy were taken up with what her doctor called 'nesting,' you know, getting baby clothes, furniture, the baby's room, the house ready for the baby's arrival.

Despite her advancing pregnancy and increasing size, it did not dim her attractiveness or my physical desire for her. Damn if I know why, but just watching her in the baby's room, simply folding baby clothes could easily make me as horny as hell. I remember one Saturday morning we were in the baby's room deciding what color to paint, and I felt myself beginning to twitch when she came close with a handful of paint samples.

"Which one do you like best?" She asked.

"Blue," I said, as I pulled her down to the floor and eased her onto her knees, resting her arms and upper body in the seat of the baby's rocking chair. I knelt down behind her and lifted the skirt of her dress revealing her firm, still shapely, panty-less ass. I caressed it with my hand and lovingly kissed each white mound. I let my tongue slip between her ass cheeks and lick its length, from her pussy up to the small of her back, at the same time sliding two fingers into her warm, wet pussy.

She turned her head to look back at me with that dreamy look in her eyes, "Oh Jason," she said her body tensing with excitement and anticipation. "Oh my God Jason, don't," she whimpered when I withdrew my fingers. I unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans letting my cock hang free between my legs.

I spread her legs and opened her swollen, elongated pussy lips with my fingers. Again kneeling behind her, I positioned my cockhead at her pussy and eased inside her. I could feel Shelli's body stiffen at the initial penetration of my girth into her pregnant pussy. She was tight, and with each inch of my cock that pressed into her, she would moan. Regardless of how often we made love, her pussy always seemed tight and pleasantly resisting. Her pussy needed to be coaxed before it would relent and allow me entry, and I enjoyed the sensation of entering my loving mother's pussy. It didn't take us long; I began to stroke in and out of her, my right hand gradually working its way downward to her clit. Her clit was sensitive, and after just a few minutes of fondling, it felt ready to burst like an overripe cherry. I felt her start to shudder under me, "yes, yes Mommy, cum for me. Yes, that's it," and just as easy as that, she came wet and sticky all over my cock.

I plunged into Shelli and paused before I pulled out leaving just the tip inside. As she pushed back against me, I fucked her hot, tight hole with deep, long strokes grunting loudly with each inward stroke. I imagined I could hear my heart beat as I pounded into her, faster and faster racing toward my orgasm. Shelli tensed, her pussy began to tighten and release around my cock, and I felt her body beginning her climb to another orgasm.

I was on the verge of cumming. When Shelli's pussy muscles squeezed and held my cock in her velvety canal, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I instinctively began to pump until I mercifully blew my load deep inside her, the feel of her body climaxing and the sound of her voice calling my name echoed in the room.

That last few weeks began to blur into a familiar pattern. Shelli working around the house and yard, and me usually away during the day, sometimes in my office, sometimes on the actual job site. As the baby's birth approached, I think our intimacy and closeness on all levels became even stronger. Though she had begun to move a bit more slowly and deliberately, our sexual energy did not seem to diminish. Even now I can feel myself hardening when I think of how she would sometimes meet me for lunch at the job site and in the seclusion of my locked trailer treat me to a slow, sensual blowjob that would leave me weak-kneed and breathless.

At night if she felt tired or "big" Shelli enjoyed having me spoon behind her and masturbate her until she came in a gentle, soft orgasm that would relax her and help her drift off to sleep. At other times, when we crawled into bed, regardless of how tired she might initially feel, all of those feelings would disappear when I opened her legs and gave her oral sex until she squirmed and shuddered, pulling my mouth against her pussy, eventually cumming all over my face.

*****

It seemed Frank had accepted the fact that at some point after the baby was born, Shelli was going to proceed with the divorce and move into her own home. As incredible as it seemed and probably because it was so far removed from societal norms, Frank never caught on or at least never let on that he was aware of what was happening and had happened between Shelli and me. Perhaps it was his self-centeredness and narcissism that prevented him from seeing anything that was not about himself, but whatever he knew or didn't know, he hadn't forgotten his desire for her, or his need to control her.

He had become even more obsessed with her since she had moved into the guest house. His need to know what she was doing, and where she was going occupied a great deal of his time. He found himself often stalking and spying on her, like the night he watched her while in hiding.

It was a late summer evening, still hot and muggy outside. "Jason, I'm going for a swim before bed," Shelli called before she gathered up a towel and headed out to the pool." I watched from the kitchen window as she opened her robe letting it drop to the tiled deck of the pool.

The pool lights shimmered across the water's surface creating a floodlight effect on the woman poised at the pool's edge. Shelli stood naked, her 5'5" stature magnificent in its pregnancy. Her thick auburn hair pulled into a casual ponytail, large green eyes accented by long luxurious lashes reflected the flickering lights from the pool, her full sensual lips curved into a smile of contentment. As I watched her, my cock began to swell causing a tightness in the crotch of my jeans, and my hand started absently caressing its length.

As Shelli stepped into the pool and submerged herself in the water, her breast floated on the water's surface, and her nipples immediately became hard and erect, sticking out like beacons in front of her. She slid onto her front and began to swim slow, leisurely breast strokes across the pool several times before rolling onto her back and floating with her eyes closed. I laughed quietly at the sight of her big, beautiful belly bobbing in the water and resisted the urge to strip my clothes off and join her.

After a few backstrokes, she got out of the pool and began drying herself, glancing up she saw me in the window and waved. Shaking her hair loose from its ponytail, it fell sexily about her shoulders, her nipples playing hide and seek between the drape of thick auburn hair. As the deck lights highlighted her movements, I watched her from the cover of the window, my arousal intensifying as she cupped her breasts, gently squeezing and caressing them and then slowly gliding her hand between her slightly spread legs and fondling her clit for my benefit. She looked up again, smiling in my direction and kicking the damp towel aside strode naked into the house. She came into the house and switched off the deck lights before I pulled her into my arms and led her to our room for a quickie before bed.

So caught up in each other, neither of us noticed the shadowy figure at the far side of the pool who had silently witnessed Shelli's late night swim. As Shelli walked into the house, the man milked his cock letting the last drops of semen fall onto the puddle of cum that covered a small patch of grass. The pool deck became dark, and the lights turned off inside the house, as Frank adjusted his cock, zipped his pants and walked back toward the main house.

*****

Shelli was now just a couple of weeks away from giving birth. Based upon the lie Shelli had told him at the beginning of her pregnancy, Frank was under the erroneous belief that he was the baby's father, when in fact, it was my seed that had impregnated Shelli, and it was my brother/son that she was carrying.

A few times I had come home to find Frank in the guest house or out at the pool. On those occasions, Shelli was typically not around, having retreated to her bedroom and locked the door. One afternoon I found him in the den napping on the sofa and Shelli in her bedroom.

"What is he doing here?" I had asked her.

"He said he wanted us to go to counseling, and try and make our marriage work. The man's delusional." She said decisively.

We sat at the kitchen table sipping tall glasses of iced tea and talking.

"I think as far as Frank was concerned, after a while, our relationship was all about sex and possession, not any real love on his part for me. His ego can't stand being told no, especially by me, especially when he wants sex."

Shelli looked across the table at me and told me how he had started coming to the guest house when he knew I wouldn't be there and come onto her. Frank did this a couple of times before she thought she had solved the problem by simply going to her room and not having to deal with him. As she grew closer to term, any desire she might have once had for him sexual or otherwise was gone.

Apparently, during one of these surprise visits, he had been drinking and was forcing himself on her, trying to intimidate her into giving him oral sex, but she wouldn't. He had Shelli on her knees, and despite her large belly, she was struggling with him. He was trying to make her suck his dick when I walked into the house. Without a second thought, I instinctively pulled him away from her and hit him in the face.

I was about to hit him again, when Shelli grabbed my arm, "No, don't Jason, let him go." She screamed as tears brimmed and fell from her eyes.

I let go of him and pushed him away from me. Taking Shelli's arm, I led her down the hall to our bedroom.

"Are you okay? I asked. He didn't hurt you did he?"

"I'm okay; I'm fine," she said with a shaky voice.

"Stay right here, I told her, I'll be right back."

I went back down the hallway. Grabbing Frank and pulling him to his feet, through clenched teeth, I told him, "Shelli's your wife . . . for now, but she doesn't want anything to do with you! Stay away from her, or you'll find your ass in jail!"

"I want you out of here, you and that bitch, Frank shouted. I want you out of here!"

I watched as he pushed passed me and walked shakily to the door and up the pathway to the main house.

Shelli came out of her bedroom and standing next to me, took my hand.

*****

She didn't want to stay, refused to stay any longer in the guest house, but I persuaded her to stay at least the night. That night after several urgent phone calls and last minute arrangements, we fell into bed exhausted. Within two days, we had packed up the guest house and with her Father's help loaded the contents into a moving van and driven up to the Ojai area into a lovely property owned by her folks.

Her Father and I unloaded the truck and moved Shelli's things into the house while she and her Mother arranged things and were quickly able to get the place looking like a home. They were comforted to know that I would be staying with her and that she would not be alone during this last couple of weeks. God knows what their reaction would have been if they could ever have imagined what type of relationship we actually had. What would they have done if they knew that it was me, their grandson who had impregnated their daughter, my own mother? Her folks stayed with us for a couple of days before returning home, and we breathe a sigh of relief when they finally left, and we were alone.

That night after checking the doors and windows, I crawled into bed beside her and reached for her. Feeling my hand lightly caress her stomach and her breasts, she turned toward me. Taking one of her erect brown nipples and darker areola into my mouth, I began to suck. I closed my eyes letting my tongue trace its shape and feel its texture. Sucking her nipple and gently squeezing the fullness of her breast I was rewarded with sweet drops of pre-milk. I stretched out on my side and placing my head on her full, taut belly; I extended my hand downward between her legs. As I fondled her there, my thumb made small, tight circles on and around her clit until I felt the familiar trembling spread through her body. She whimpered and held my hand to her pussy, not wanting me to pull it away.

"I love you, Jason," She murmured, her voice almost in a whisper. We lay there a few seconds longer when she lifted her leg and letting it rest on my thigh tilted her hips, to give me better access and whispered, "love me . . . ".

Though she felt she was now too large and cumbersome, she still wanted and enjoyed our love making. With her in this vulnerable position, her emotional senses raised, and the increased sensitivity between her legs, her body involuntarily shivered as I slowly penetrated her, slipping my thick, throbbing cock into her warm, moist sheath.

I closed my eyes when she allowed me to enter her and lay there, slowly, deliberately stroking, enjoying the warmth, the tightness, the exquisite feel and friction of her pussy enveloping my cock. I gasped when her pussy squeezed around my cock making me struggle not to explode and send a hot load of cum into her.

"Oh Jason, Jason," she moaned pushing her ass back and grinding down on my cock. My cock continued to grow harder each second inside her as I strove to go deeper and a few times, she stiffened from the pleasure/pain as I pumped inside her wanting to fill her completely. I reached over her hip seeking her clit and slid my finger in alongside my cock shaft, and felt the warm stickiness of her juice. With my wet finger moistened her swollen clit and began rubbing her clit until she groaned as her orgasm began to build. At the sound of her groaning, I thrust deeper making her cum hard and wet. Damn! I didn't want to, but I came inside her quicker than I had wanted. I helplessly felt myself ejaculate three hard spurts, the gut-wrenching pleasure from the release so indescribable my balls literally ached with the effort.

I held her, not wanting to move, her small, very pregnant body pressed against mine. My hands caressed her, brushing across her breasts and discovering that her nipples had begun to leak small drops of milk. I watched as the nectar slowly dripped down the under swell of her breasts dampening the sheet beneath her. Rolling her onto her back my mouth found her nipple and sucked until she grunted with pleasure and began guiding my head down between her spread open legs where I sucked and licked away my spent cum making her orgasm one last time before we fell asleep.

*****

I spent the next couple of days arranging with my job to work from our new residence and supervise job sites here in the Ojai area so I could be with Shelli. Fortunately, aside from Shelli complaining of a mild feeling of congestion, the last weeks of her pregnancy were going well and uneventful until she received a letter from Frank. Because he didn't know where Shelli was now living, he had sent the letter in care of her parents, who had forwarded it on to her. Frank was threatening to file for sole custody of the baby if Shelli persisted with the divorce. To his way of thinking, Frank had lost control over Shelli, and this was his way of regaining that control.

"But it's not his baby," she had cried after reading the letter.

"He can't do this, can he? She asked hysterically."

"Yes, yes, he can try," I said.

"But he isn't the father," she protested.

"And the only way to prove that would be a DNA test. You know what that would mean, don't you? Everyone would know that the baby is mine. Everyone would know that your son had sex with you and got you pregnant."

"Oh my God, she exclaimed, disbelievingly. What are we going to do?"

"Nothing, nothing for now. You have enough to think about just getting ready for the baby. I'm here, and I will always be here with you. When the time comes, we'll decide what we need to do. Okay?"

"Okay," she said as she came into my outstretched arms and hugged me, drawing strength from our closeness.

I held her, thinking how much she had changed from the woman I knew growing up. Since the declaration of our feelings and long-delayed consummation of our love, she had transformed into an openly loving, giving woman who eventually found the strength to leave Frank and his narcissistic, controlling nature. It wasn't until her pregnancy that her sexual needs, desires, and curiosities were acknowledged and freed and she was able to become the woman she had always hidden away.

*****

A friend of ours, someone who coincidentally knew Shelli's parents ran into Frank one afternoon and casually mentioned that Shelli had the old house in Ojai looking quite homey. This information was all Frank needed, and he was on his was to Ojai the following morning.

Shelli was in the baby's room taking care of a few last details, in preparation for his impending birth. When she heard the doorbell ring followed by a loud knocking, she was surprised and annoyed because she wasn't aware of anyone other than her parents knowing where she was.

"Hold on, I'll be right there," she shouted as she practically waddled to the door.

When she opened the door, she was startled to see Frank standing there, and her first impulse was to slam the door closed. Before she could react, Frank had positioned his foot preventing her from closing the door and pushed the door open making her stumble backward.

Frank stepped into the house, closing and locking the door behind him. He smiled at her and stepped closer, reaching out his hand to caress her cheek.

"You look good Shel. Like I keep telling you, pregnancy definitely works for you." Coming still closer, he suddenly slipped his hand behind her neck and kissed her, pressing his tongue between her soft resisting lips and into her mouth claiming, exploring what he still saw as his.

Breaking his grip, Shelli pulled away from him and wiped her mouth.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"That's not important," he said letting his hand lightly brush across her nipple that immediately became hard and erect. He watched in amazement as her tits began to leak, slowly creating damp circles that highlighted her dark eraser shaped nipples. Animals he thought to himself, when our inhibitions and defenses are removed we are nothing more than animals, our bodies instinctively responding on a primal, visceral level. He took several steps forward, forcing her to back up until she was against the wall. Grinning broadly, he pushed his hand up between her legs and tearing at her panties inserted two fingers into her pussy.

"Stop! Stop it," she screamed at him.

"You're wet, Frank told her. Like a bitch knowing she's about to be mounted, your pussy's already wet. Hell, you always wanted it, even when you were crying and telling me no, I knew you still wanted it, didn't you."

The strong, independent woman that she thought she had become had faded in his presence. She said nothing, but hung her head in shame and embarrassment, knowing that everything he said was true.

He knew she had gotten his letter because her folks had told him that they had forwarded it on to her. With her backed against the wall, he blatantly fondled her while whispering into her ear, "I meant everything I said in that letter Shelli, if you press this divorce shit I will file for custody of the baby - and I'll win."

Tears were now trailing down her face. "Please Frank, you don't have to do this. You don't love me or want me, she said. Just leave the baby and me alone."

"If you go ahead with this divorce . . . I'll take the baby."

She put her face in her hands and began to cry in earnest, not wanting him to have custody of the baby and terrified that he would discover he wasn't the father of the child.

Standing there watching her cry, her tits heaving with each breath, her pregnant belly, large and protruding, he felt himself becoming aroused. Despite his many indiscretions throughout their marriage, Frank could never seem to get enough of Shelli. Even now as he saw her obvious distress, he unzipped his pants, pulled his semi-hard dick out, and began to stroke it. Seeing this, Shelli tried to get away him, but he grabbed her wrist and spun her around so that she was facing the wall and bent her forward. He pulled her panties off her and began rubbing his cock head up and down along the length of her pussy, preparing for penetration.

"Frank, no" she screamed, struggling to get from under him. "No . . . please no", she cried hysterically.

He stopped.

Turning her around to face him he looked at her, his eyes taking in her glow that despite the tears seemed to create an almost aura about her face.

"Get on your knees and suck me," he said.

Without a word of protest, defeated and humiliated Shelli sank to her knees and inhaling the heady scent of his maleness began licking his cock shaft with long, slow swipes. He closed his eyes and involuntarily shivered when strands of her silky hair brushed against his thighs. Her warm breath played across his cock head as she kissed the tip, sucking in just the swollen crown. Shelli let her tongue lick down the underside of his dick, her tongue lightly teasing over the engorged vein that ran the length of his shaft from tip to base, making his cock jerk. When her tongue came in contact with his balls, she licked them all over, before sucking them into her mouth one by one, holding the sensitive jewels in the moist warmth of her mouth.

She moved her mouth slowly up his cock shaft feeling it continue to harden in her mouth, eventually releasing the crown, she encircling her hand around it. She kissed the tip again and opened her lips as she pressed his cockhead between her parted lips allowing the length of his dick to disappear into her mouth. Frank held her head, guiding her mouth as he gradually increased his speed. Frank groaned and emitted a deep, guttural sound as his orgasm began to build, and he could feel the cum rising ever so deliberately up his cock. Finally, helpless to do otherwise he rammed his cock one last time into her mouth and exploded. With cum spurting down her throat Shelli drank until she had drained him.

With wobbly legs, unable to hold himself up, Frank slumped to his knees for a few seconds before stretching out on the floor holding his dick as it twitched slowly.

"Lick me," he moaned, and leaning over him, conscious of his cock's sensitivity, Shelli brushed his hands aside and gently cleaned him with her mouth and tongue until his moans gradually lessened and his breathing returned to normal.

He pulled her down next to him and with the expertise that comes from familiarity, he cupped her pussy, inserted three of his long thick fingers inside her, and with his thumb rubbed her clit until she began to cry and her body to shudder as a soft, grudgingly satisfying orgasm flooded through her.

Several minutes later as he adjusted his clothing and headed toward the door, all he said was, "Remember what we talked about Shelli."

*****

Shelli was already in bed when I got home that night. I was as horny as hell by the time I crawled into bed behind her, but because I could see she was sleeping fitfully, despite my arousal, I decided my needs could wait. Shelli went into labor that night and gave birth to our son the following day. We didn't see Frank for almost two weeks after the baby was born. It quickly became evident that Frank's desire to have custody of the baby had very little to do with the baby's welfare and more to do with his vindictiveness toward Shelli.

As it turned out, Frank had met a new woman and had spent the last week or so with her, having sex, drinking and partying. She was at least twenty years his junior, attractive, big busted, sexually open to whatever he wanted and very high maintenance. She was giving Frank exactly what he wanted and apparently needed and he in return gave her his time, money and attention. Frank was torn . . . he couldn't seem to get enough of his new woman, but driven by his need for control and dominance over Shelli, he felt compelled to go to the house in Ojai and make Shelli give him oral sex.

After six months, Frank had seen the baby perhaps three times, and we began to hope he had reconsidered and decided to give Shelli the divorce and not fight for custody of the baby. Shelli, in a nerve-wracking last ditch effort to bluff Frank, told him that the baby wasn't his and that while she would not reveal who the biological father was, she couldn't let him continue to think he was the father. To further foster her bluff, she told him that she would have no objection to a DNA test if he wanted one . . . but he didn't. He actually seemed to welcome the news that it wasn't his child.

The girlfriend had been putting pressure on Frank and eventually gave him the ultimatum that unless he left Shelli, it would be over between them. There was just something about this girl, and because she apparently had him so tightly by the balls, he didn't want to or couldn't risk losing her. His desire for her significantly lessened his obsession with Shelli, and he relented and gave Shelli the divorce she wanted. Within two months of the divorce becoming final, he had the girlfriend knocked up and living with him.

*****

We stayed in the little house in Ojai for almost a year, before moving to a town in the Northern part of the state where I was setting up the regional office for Lippincott and Janus. To our neighbors, the main topic of conversation was the beautiful older woman, her younger, good looking partner and their beautiful baby. I have no doubt the rumors and gossip about the "cougar and her cub" ran rampant when we first moved into the neighborhood, but it was apparent to anyone who bothered to get to know us that we adored each other and our child. Little did anyone know or even imagine the truth of our incestuous mother/son relationship.

Despite its incestuous nature, our union continues to flourish and the bond between us to strengthen. It goes without saying, that sex and love-making with my mother remains a phenomenally satisfying experience, in fact, I've succeeded in getting her pregnant again. We hadn't intended on having another baby, but Shelli became pregnant so quickly and easily that we felt it was fate and we were happy to find ourselves expecting another child.

Earlier this evening, we were upstairs putting our toddler to bed. Just as with her first pregnancy, I find myself in a constant state of sexual arousal when I'm around her. As I stood next to her, watching her tuck him into bed and tell him goodnight, my cock impatiently twitched and jerked in anticipation of putting her on her back and sliding into her warm, tight pussy . . . going home.