Terri and Anthony Ch. 01





A mother has a drunken encounter with her son.


Terri had been out with a few girlfriends celebrating a friend's fortieth birthday. Slightly embarrassed, she stumbled out of the taxi into the house late that night intoxicated in a way she had never been around her children.

"Mom?" Anthony said with some concern hearing his mother stumble on the stairs.

"Sorry, Anthony," she said with a slurred non-whisper as she tried to compose herself. "Am I being too loud?"

"No," he said with a little amusement as he helped his mother climb the stairs and into her room. He had just exited the rooms of his younger siblings after checking on them before finding his mother on the stairs. "Angela and Aaron are still asleep. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said with an uncontrolled giggle. "Lisa's party got a little out of control. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be seeing me like this."

"It's fine. You deserve a night out every once in a while."

"You're such a good kid." Terri pulled her son into a hug. As she embraced him, she was keenly aware of his tight, wiry body. Anthony wasn't an athlete but he had been blessed with lean genes from each of his parents. As they separated, she noticed for the first time how handsome he was.

Anthony had inherited the olive, Mediterranean tone of his father and his mother's green eyes. His thick, straight, caramel blonde hair hung nearly to his shoulders. All the same length, he usually tied his bangs back in a half-tail or tucked the locks behind his ears. He had a few wispy, dark blonde hairs on his upper lip and some lighter colored hairs on his chin that the family enjoyed teasing him about but he grew with pride. Overall, he looked younger than his eighteen years. It was something his father had counseled him on as Domenic had been a late bloomer himself. However, it was easy for Terri and her husband to see the man Anthony would develop into.

"You're really handsome." She immediately knew she wouldn't have given him a second look if it hadn't been for the stripper that was hired for the party and the fact that Domenic had been away on business for nearly two weeks.

"Thanks," Anthony said hesitantly.

"Seriously," Terri said. "Why do you think all those girls call you?"

Anthony blushed. He did always have a steady girlfriend along with a few biding their time, waiting for him to break up. And while he and his parents were open and honest about sex, this felt like it was a conversation that could easily go in a direction it shouldn't. "I'm going back to bed now. You sleep in tomorrow. I'll take care of breakfast for Angie and Aaron. Have a good night."

Terri grabbed his arm before he got too far. "Is your horny, drunk mother embarrassing you? I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Mom." Anthony gently tried to pull out of her grasp but her grip was too tight. "But I think you need some sleep."

"I also need to get fucked," she said directly. "Do you know how to use that thing?"

"Mom!"

"What?" She stepped in closer to him and ran her free hand over his bare chest. Like the rest of him, it was practically hairless. As she spoke, she slowly moved it down to his boxers and began to knead his covered dick which quickly responded. "I know what you're packing. Hard not to notice. We've seen you walking to the bathroom in the morning. That tent is very noticeable. Believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Even your father is a bit jealous."

"Okay," Anthony said seriously. "I need to go. Mom, you're drunk and I don't want you to regret this tomorrow or think I'm taking advantage of you."

"That doesn't exactly sound like a no," Terri said as she continued to stroke Anthony's concealed, growing erection.

"Mom," Anthony pleaded. "Please?"

"What? Don't you think I'm as pretty as those girls you date?"

At five feet nine inches, Terri was three inches taller than Anthony and despite being twenty-one years older than he was, she looked like she could have been his older sister. Her natural brown hair had been tinted auburn and hung loosely just below her shoulders. Unlike Anthony and his father who were naturally bronzed, she spent a good amount of time out in the sun to get a similar color on her pale skin. Though she didn't have a regular routine, she tried to do little things to keep her body lean and in shape. Her breasts, though they were not as perky as they had been years ago, were larger than most women's her size but not overwhelmingly so. Combined with the swell of her hips, she had a silhouette that she knew her friends envied.

Anthony didn't want to answer her question. His friends had often commented on how hot his mother was, and if she hadn't been his mother, he probably would have agreed. He muttered, "I don't believe this."

"I know your friends think I'm pretty." Terri stepped closer to her son and pressed her lips to his neck while she maneuvered her hand into the fly of his boxers to stroke him directly. "Please Anthony? Just once?"

"We can't, Mom."

"We shouldn't," she corrected with a smile. "But we definitely can."

Anthony watched his mother drop to her knees and lower his shorts in the process. He groaned as she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking. For a few minutes, he stood motionless in combined shock and disbelief as he watched her. From the moment he had been engulfed by her, he was already experiencing a better blow job than any he had gotten from his girlfriends. Hesitantly, he put his hand on his mother's head and began to thrust into her.

Terri pulled off momentarily but continued to stroke him. "That's definitely a mouthful. See? Not so bad, is it?"

"It's great," Anthony said around a deep, steadying breath.

"I could suck on this all night but I remember what teenage boys were like. I want you to fuck me, Anthony. Can I keep sucking you or should we move to that?"

Anthony closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he should just run back to his room and lock the door until morning but his cock and balls were now in charge. "Let's fuck."

"Good." Terri got to her feet and pulled Anthony to the bed with her. After barely taking the time to remove her panties from under her skirt, she laid back and guided Anthony between her legs. She felt him tentatively press into her and part of her was grateful for his hesitance. While her husband's dick was not small, Anthony was already thicker and longer than he was and she experienced some discomfort as he entered her. She let out a soft, pained moan then said, "That is bigger than I thought."

Anthony began to pull back out. "Sorry. I should've known. A lot of girls are afraid of it and it takes me a while to talk them into fucking."

Terri hooked her legs around his thighs to hold him in place. "I didn't say stop. Girls might not like it, but women do. And this one wants to feel all of your big dick."

"It's not that big," Anthony said with mock humility as he balanced himself on his hands and resumed pushing deeper into his mother. He knew he was larger than most guys his age and hearing that he was larger than his father was a bit of a surprise. As he felt her tight pussy spread around him, he was happy she hadn't let him stop.

"Trust me, it is," Terri insisted. She knew Domenic was just over nine inches long and about five around and estimated Anthony to have at least another half-inch in length and an equally proportional increase in girth. "And you haven't even finished growing yet.

"I know," Anthony said with a blush.

"Shit." Terri let out a gasp from feeling her son fully sheath himself inside her. "Anthony, you are going to make women very happy with that."

"You're just saying that," Anthony said as he began to move his hips slowly.

"No, I'm not. Oh, that's good. Fuck me. Just like that."

They lapsed into silence as Anthony continued his steady rhythm. Though she was tight around him, it wasn't the same type of grip the girls he had been with had. His mother's pussy was snug yet pliable, like the perfect pair of jeans that moved and shifted with him yet hugged him close. Even her wetness was pleasantly different. Instead of the dripping moisture he was used to, she seemed to produce just the right amount of lubricant to facilitate their coupling without being excessive.

Hearing his mother's moans become louder, he looked down at her in the throes of ecstasy. Over the years he had often heard her make similar noises with his father and part of him was proud that he had the same effect on her even as he acknowledged he shouldn't even be in this position. After an especially loud moan from her, he dropped his body to press against hers so he could speak into her ear while he continued to hump her with slower, more deliberate strokes.

"Mom, you have to be quieter. The door's still open. If Angie and Aaron wake up they're going to see us."

"Sorry," Terri said still a little too loudly. "You feel so good inside me. Do I feel good to you?"

"Yes," Anthony said intensely.

"Will you come with me? I'm so close."

"I will. And I'll pull out. I'm good at doing that."

"No, Anthony," she said as she wrapped her arms around his narrow back and began to pepper his neck and face with kisses. "I want you to come inside me."

Hearing his mother say that pushed him closer to the edge and his rhythm stuttered while he tried to control himself. "I'm not wearing a condom or anything."

"I don't care. I want to feel that big dick of yours shoot inside me." She pushed on his shoulders and began to move her hips against his, urging him to move faster. As she reached down to work her clit, she said, "I'm so close, Anthony. So close, baby."

Hovering over his mother again, Anthony paused for a moment to tuck his hair behind his ears then began to hammer his hips against hers. In time with the slapping of their flesh, he heard her moans get louder. When she didn't respond to his pleas to be quiet, he covered her mouth with one of his hands. Her cries increased in intensity until they cut off suddenly in orgasm. As his mother's pussy began to pulse around him, Anthony let out a surprised cry of his own. He had never felt anything like it and didn't know what to do but couldn't stop his hips. A few thrusts later, he let out a gasp as he slammed his hips against hers, burying himself fully. His dick swelled and began to unload inside her. Without the thrusting movement, he felt the competing, asynchronous throbbing of their joined genitals which enhanced his own orgasm. It felt like nothing he had experienced before. While he usually used condoms when with his girlfriend, they occasionally did it without one but he always pulled out just before either of the came so he had never felt a pussy convulsing around his bare dick. For as good as sex felt before, he now knew why people were always doing it without a condom and risking pregnancy and disease.

"That was so good," Terri said lazily as they basked in their afterglow. "You just made your mother very happy."

"I'm kinda feeling great myself." Anthony pulled out and began to climb off the bed but was stopped when his mother grabbed his arm.

"Stay with me tonight."

"Are you sure?" he asked as he laid back down.

"Just hold me and go to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am," Anthony said as he spooned himself behind his mother. As they drifted off to sleep, he was very aware of the fact that he was still naked and that his slick, softening dick was pressed against his mother's bare ass.

--

Terri woke with a headache the likes of which she had not felt since her early twenties. With a groan, she stumbled out of bed and into the ensuite bathroom. While she waited for the water in the shower to warm, she took a few pills to deal with the pounding in her head. Under the water as she washed herself, she was surprised to feel the residue and lingering rawness of sex between her legs. Because Domenic wasn't due back home for another week, her heart skipped a beat at the fact that he apparently had come home early. Even after nearly twenty-five years of marriage, she still loved and liked him as much as she had when they were first dating.

After dressing in shorts and a t-shirt, she made her way downstairs, following the scent of breakfast. When she entered the kitchen, she saw her three children talking around the table.

"Where's your father?" she asked expecting to see him there.

"In Denver," Angie said slowly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just thought—" Terri broke off as she met Anthony's eyes. Starting with a trickle of memory, the events of last night rapidly came back to her in a flood. "No."

"Mom," Anthony said gently. "It's okay. You had a rough night. It's fine."

"No." Terri shook her head and covered her mouth as hysteria threatened to take hold. "No, no, no. Anthony. Baby. I'm so sorry."

Anthony got up and pulled his mother out of the room. "Mom, calm down."

Terri began to cry. She couldn't believe she had talked her son into fucking her.

Anthony guided her back upstairs and to her room. After closing the door, he got to his knees in front of where he had sat her on the edge of the bed. In a sharp, serious tone, he said deliberately, "Mom. Calm down. It's okay."

"No, it's not. It wasn't right. We should never have—"

"You're right," he cut her off. Though he couldn't be sure, he suspected that his siblings had their ears to the door and were listening. "But we did. And we really shouldn't talk about it with the other kids around. But I'll just say I'm okay. I'm not upset and I'm not going to be scarred. If anything, I'm kinda glad it happened."

Terri looked at him with a mix of shock and disgust. "What?"

"I mean, I think it's probably something we both thought about—I know I did—but never would've done. Now, it's happened and all we can do is move on. I love you and you'll always be my mother. That's not going to change. It was a one-time thing that doesn't have to define us." Anthony gave a smirk. "At least now I know I have the coolest, best mother in the world."

"I'm not proud of that," Terri said angrily.

"I know and I understand. And that's why you're the best. You're not trying to deny it or hide it. You're sorry and I accept that. I know if things had been different, it never would've happened but it did and we just have to make the best of it."

Terri stared at her oldest child trying to find a way to express herself. "Anthony. Thank you," was all she could come up with.

"No problem. Anytime," he said with a wink.

Terri started to respond to that but Anthony talked over her.

"I'm going to go back downstairs. We're fine so you hang out here and take a nap. Get some rest and come back down when you feel better."

As he touched the doorknob, he heard soft scurrying on the other side. He moved back toward the bed and said softly, "They were out there. So if they ask, we'll just say we got into a big fight after you got back home because I had left my towel on the floor again. You were drunk and said some things you shouldn't have and now we're cool. Okay?"

Terri felt tears welling up in her eyes again. "You are the best son ever. How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm the lucky one." Anthony kissed his mother on her forehead then left the room.

Terri climbed back into bed. As she pulled back the top sheet, she felt a renewed twinge of guilt upon seeing a sizeable sex stain on the bottom sheet.





Terri and Anthony Ch. 02





Mother and son realize they want it to happen again.


Anthony was finishing his bowl of cereal when his mother entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Terri said as she passed him to start brewing coffee. "Any plans for today?"

"Not really."

Anthony was on spring break and had planned to go camping with his father. At the last minute, Domenic was called away on business and had to cancel their trip. Most of his friends had gone away so he didn't have his usual group to hang out with. His younger sister, Angie, was on a school trip and Aaron, his younger brother, had gone away with the family of one of his friends leaving Anthony and his mother alone in the house together.

It had been almost three months since they'd had sex and Anthony hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The feeling of penetrating his mother lingered on his dick and every time he fucked his girlfriend he imagined it was his mother on him again. The memory of her moans fueled his masturbatory fantasies. Each time he heard his parents having sex, he felt an irrational twinge of jealousy as he stroked his dick alone in his room, timing his release to coincide with hers. Even seeing her around the house as she was now, hair in a loose, messy bun, wearing casual shorts and a t-shirt, caused his dick to respond. He couldn't help watching the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts uncontained by a bra, the soft press of her nipples against her shirt as she went about her business unaware of the effect she was having on him.

"I'm going shopping later if you want to join me," Terri offered.

"Maybe," Anthony said noncommittally.

"Just don't spend all day inside," she said as he got up and cleared his dishes. It was Tuesday, the second day off school, and he hadn't left the house since Saturday when they dropped Angie off at school. "At least go sit out by the pool or something. You need fresh air."

"I'll think about it." Anthony gave his mother a kiss on the cheek as he passed her and left the kitchen.

Terri watched his retreating form, very aware of the firmness in his shorts that had brushed against her. Since that night, while there were gaps in her memory, she had come to remember how good sex with Anthony had been. It wasn't just his larger penis that had done it for her. There was a nice eroticism about his youthful exuberance and technique. His hump and dump method took her back to her early sexual encounters—in cars, sneaking out to the woods, behind the school's bleachers—that had a similar forbidden aspect, a similar concern for nothing more than the moment with no thought for the ramifications of the event. And unbeknownst to either Anthony or Domenic, for a short while she had been concerned with the ramifications.

For the first time in years, she had been late and worried that Anthony had impregnated her. Though she had had sex with her husband since then, her quick math determined that Anthony had fucked her during her normal fertile window. Part of her began to accept and look forward to the pregnancy. She had always wanted more children but within a few years after the birth of the twins it seemed to not be in their cards. That her son would be the father of a child who would be raised as his sibling filled her with an admittedly perverse pleasure. After taking one home pregnancy test that read positive and a second that showed negative, she made an appointment with her doctor. The day before the visit she began to bleed. And when her doctor informed her she was entering perimenopause she was conflicted. It was both a relief and a disappointment not being pregnant and knowing that she most likely would never be again. As the emotions settled she began to realize that she was more upset about not having a fourth child than she had been about being pregnant with Anthony's child.

That revelation only intensified her guilt.

Since the first time she laid eyes on Domenic, she had not looked at, let alone fantasized, about anyone else. The two biggest events in her life were because of him: her wedding day and the day she gave birth to their first child, Anthony. They had worked hard together to fashion a comfortable life for themselves and she never regretted the sacrifices they made to get there. She had never had a complaint about him nor doubted his love. Even after all these years, they still had a great sex life and she never felt she needed more.

Until now.

Though she was still satisfied by her husband, she found herself thinking more about Anthony. When her husband entered her, she increasingly found herself thinking back to how Anthony felt penetrating her. As Domenic's bulky, masculine body covered hers while he thrust against her, she remembered how Anthony's diminutive body seemed to fly lightly above her during their coupling. Though she couldn't recall how it felt when he filled her, she did remember the intensity of her orgasm and the large stain that she found on the sheet the next day.

Finished with breakfast, she got dressed to go out. On her way past Anthony's room, she knocked at the partially open door.

"Anthony, hon, I'm leaving. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Yeah," he said distractedly. He was playing a video game and barely looked in her direction. "I'm just going to hang out here. I'll go outside later."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay, then. I'll be back in a few hours. Think about what you want for dinner."

"Pizza," he said without hesitation.

"I should've known." She kissed the top of his head and smiled to herself when he batted her away. He may have fucked her but he was still the same teenager who didn't want his mother fawning over him that he had always been.

On Terri's list of places to visit, the first stop was at a gas station to fill her tank. When she began to get out of the car, she realized she didn't have her wallet which was sitting on her nightstand from shopping online the night before. With a self-deprecating chuckle, she returned home.

As she climbed the stairs, she heard the unmistakable sound of Anthony moaning. While she and her husband knew Anthony was having sex, she felt a bit of irrational jealously that he would be doing it now. As much as she wanted to stop him, she knew she had no real reason to do so. She and Domenic had come home a few times to the sound of Anthony in his room with a girl and not interrupted so there was no precedent for her doing it now. They had bought him condoms hoping that he would use them and as long as he was using the rubbers and was not forcing himself on his partner, they were happy.

Terri reached the top of the stairs and began to quietly make her way to her room intending not to disturb Anthony and his partner when she heard him say something. She stopped moving and listened carefully. It seemed forever before it was repeated.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Anthony said after a deep moan. "Suck my dick, Mom."

Terri couldn't believe her ears. She moved to Anthony's door and stood on the side with the hinges. Because of where Anthony's bed was placed, she and Domenic had long ago learned that they could check on him through the narrow gap without having to open the door completely or reveal themselves in the open doorway. When she peeked through, she saw Anthony laying on his bed with his eyes closed slowly masturbating and let out an involuntary gasp.

Anthony heard the noise but didn't react. While he continued to stroke himself, he cracked an eye open just enough to look through his lashes at the door. As he expected, the sound had come from his mother spying on him as she and his father often did. Though he couldn't see her face in the dark hallway, he could make out the colors of the clothes she was wearing. While he was surprised that he hadn't heard her reenter the house and would normally have covered himself knowing she was there, he felt this was the perfect chance to let her know what he wanted. His cock twitched in his hand as he decided to perform for her.

"Do you like that cock in your mouth?" he asked into the air. His voice was hesitant at first but as he got more into it and saw that she wasn't leaving or stopping him he became more confident. "I bet you do. And I do. It's nice watching your lips wrapped around me. Oh, fuck, suck it. Not too much. Not yet. I know you want me to shoot in your mouth but I want to fuck you again. Do you want that, Mom? Do you want me to fuck you again? Want me to stretch that pussy like dad can't? Give you a long, deep fuck that he'll never be able to provide with the big cock you two made?"

Terri almost let out another gasp. She couldn't believe what Anthony was saying. That he was not only fantasizing about her but seemed to get off on knowing that he provided her a pleasure his father didn't was shocking. Despite that, she found her breath quickening and could feel her pussy responding. She knew she should chastise him for his thoughts or at the very least leave him to his privacy but she was rooted to her position. As she continued to watch, she saw him roll over, get to his knees, then move a pillow down the bed. He lowered his waist back to the bed, slipping his erection between the mattress and the pillow then took a moment to tuck the hair on the side of his face facing the door behind his ear before he began to fuck the bed with long strokes.

"So good," Anthony said. "You are really beautiful inside and out. I bet you had lots of guys chasing you before dad. Shit, you probably still fight them off. If they knew how perfect your pussy was, you'd never get a moment's rest. As it is, I wish you'd let me fuck you again. I get so hard watching you. That heart shaped ass bent over is the best view in the world and I can't help but think about slipping my dick between those perfect thighs. And seeing you in that red two piece is my favorite. I love seeing your big nipples and your puffy pussy lips pressed against the fabric. So fucking hot."

Anthony devolved into a series of moans. Fantasizing about and performing for his mother all combined to enhance the sensations washing over his dick and to heighten the building orgasm more than just stroking himself normally would. It was almost like he was actually fucking. He felt his cock twitch and swell just before it pushed out a heavy flow of precum. "Feel that? That's my dick getting ready to shoot. I'm so hard for you. It's so hot fucking the pussy that gave birth to me. So hot thinking that I'm doing to you what Dad did to you to make me. Fuck." Anthony let out a deep moan as his hips sped up. "I'm going to blow. I really want to cream your pussy right now but you need to see what you do to me."

Terri watched Anthony rise up to his knees and begin to stroke his dick furiously as a loud moan escaped him.

"Oh, fuck."

Terri's eyes went wide. Even across the distance separating them, she saw a thick stream of white leave her son's dick and land on the pillow at the head of his bed. She was surprised when nothing else followed for a moment.

"Oh, shit. Here it comes." Anthony yelled a few seconds later as another shot finally left him.

Terri watched as a second, larger volley impacted the wall beyond Anthony's pillow. Three more followed and hit the wall in quick succession. After those, a number of less powerful shots covered his pillow and sheets in ropes of his semen before slowing to a series of thick drops pooling on the bed beneath the tip of his dick. She imagined his wall and bedding now resembled a sweet pastry crisscrossed with thick, white icing.

On shaky legs, Terri quickly went to her room and retrieved her forgotten wallet. She stopped to peek into Anthony's room again and saw him stripping the sheets off his bed before she continued passed it and back down the stairs to her car. She started the car and turned on the air then sat for a few moments gathering herself. It wasn't only what she had just witnessed that had her disconcerted or the fact that she was aroused and her wetness was seeping into her panties. She knew she could lie to herself and say it was a logical reaction to watching a man masturbate and talk dirty. Terri hated herself for knowing and accepting the fact that she was turned on because she did in fact want Anthony to fuck her again. She wanted to have sex with her son and it was obvious he wanted to have sex with her. Though it had already happened once and she had said it could not and would not happen again, knowing that he wanted it too changed things. With the knowledge of his desire, she wasn't sure if she could continue to ignore or hide her own wanting. Needing to get some of her errands accomplished, she drove away with butterflies in her stomach uncertain of how she was going to handle the situation when she returned.

Anthony heard the front door close and his mother's car start. Despite having just had the most intense orgasm since actually fucking her, he felt his dick twitch at the thought of her watching him. After loading the sheets into the washer, he sat in the living room. While waiting for her to return, he absently stroked himself as he watched TV and carefully brought himself to the edge a number of times but always stopped before the point of no return. In his mind the act served to replenish and prime the load in his balls. He wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish it, but with the hubris of youth he knew he would be fucking his mother that night.

When Anthony heard the sound of his mother's car return it was sooner than he had expected. With a rudimentary plan in place, he went to collect his sheets and timed his journey back to his room for when she was in the house.

"Anthony," he heard her call as she entered. "I'm back."

"Okay, Mom." He heard her dropping bags in the living room as he approached. "Do you need help?"

"No. I only had these." Terri turned to see Anthony near the stairs carrying his sheets. Though she knew the reason why, she felt it would be a normal thing to ask why he had them. "You washed your sheets?"

"Yeah. I made a mess."

Terri was a bit unsettled as Anthony looked her directly in the eyes with none of the hesitation or embarrassment he normally would have displayed.

"Mind helping me get them back on?" he asked.

"Sure. Then I'll get changed and order pizza." Terri followed Anthony up to his room. "Want to watch a movie tonight?"

"I don't know. Maybe. What movie?"

"At least that was a normal response," Terri thought as they entered his room tossing suggestions back and forth. With what she assumed was habit, she saw him push the door closed slightly. Normally she would have commented on being trapped in the room with the overwhelming adolescent male scent contained within the four walls. It was usually a mix of sweat, musk, shoes, feet and old clothes. But now, even though he had washed the sheets, there was still the lingering scent of semen. As she stood at the foot of the bed and helped him move the mattress to put on the sheets, she could see the not completely dried streaks of his earlier load on the wall where he had not cleaned it. The trails were so obvious, and combined with the fact that he had taken the time to wash his bedding, she wondered if he had purposefully left them there.

After the sheets were on, while they continued their conversation. Terri watched Anthony climb onto the bed and sit with his legs crossed. Because he was only in boxers, the loose legs of the shorts rode up his thigh allowing the tip of his uncircumcised penis to hang out. She knew Domenic had talked to Anthony more than once about being aware of revealing himself. Terri and her other children had often scolded Anthony over the years for unwittingly exposing himself. He had gotten better about it but something about the way he seemed to deliberately do it this time put her on edge. When she saw his penis twitch and begin to swell, she realized she needed to take herself out of the situation until she had a better handle on what to do about her feelings.

"I'm going to get changed now," she said as she tucked his hair behind his ears as she had done a thousand times and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll call you when the pizza arrives."

"Sounds good."

Terri turned to leave. She took a step toward the door and stopped. For the first time she noticed that she could clearly see the hallway beyond through the space around the hinges.

"Everything okay. Mom?"

Terri turned with narrowed eyes hearing the challenge in Anthony's voice. He knew she had been there watching. The problem was how to handle it. The smartest thing to do would be to ignore everything and continue without ever discussing it but she knew she couldn't do that. "What could be wrong?"

"You tell me," Anthony said assertively. "You seem out of sorts. Is it something you saw?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you?" Even as the words came out of Anthony's mouth, he was surprised to hear them. He hadn't intended to confront her so directly but her lack of response to him, maintaining her normal motherly attitude irritated him. "Because I would think watching your son masturbate and talk through his fantasy about fucking you could be a problem."

"Like I said, I'm fine." Terri stepped back toward the bed. Her next words were short and just as unplanned as Anthony's had been. "But let me tell you something. If you ever want it to happen again you have to promise to not tell anyone. No texting your friends, no writing it in a blog or in your journal, no posting it to some anonymous forum. I don't want you even filing it away in your memory. Got it?"

The side of Anthony's mouth turned up in a small smile despite the seriousness of her tone. "Yes, ma'am."

"And another thing," Terri said with a softer tone. "I love your father. He is a very good man. He can absolutely never know about this. Despite whatever impression I gave you, I am very satisfied by him."

"Believe me, I know," Anthony muttered remembering the sounds that had come from his parents' room the night before his father had left on his trip.

"I'm serious. Until the night you and I shared, I had not been with another man since meeting him. If I ever hear or even think that you're disrespecting him, this is over. He is still your father and my husband. I will not allow you to think he's any less of a man because you and I have sex."

Anthony smiled broadly. "So we're going to have sex again?"

At the bottom of her eye Terri saw her son's cock flex as blood began to pump into it where it continued to hang out of his boxers. "I know I should say no but it seems like it's going to happen."

"Awesome," Anthony said as he began to pull off his boxers.

Terri laughed and stopped him. "Not right now. I need to change and get dinner ordered. Believe me, you'll thank me later," she said seeing the disappointment on his face. She leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "We have a few days to ourselves. Let's not rush things."

Anthony blushed and smiled bashfully. In that moment, Terri thought he looked like the eight year-old who had broken her favorite vase and felt a renewed twinge of guilt at what was happening between them.

After leaving the room, she changed and ordered the pizza as intended. While waiting for the delivery, she found herself nervously fidgeting and fussing around the house. She felt like a schoolgirl about to go on her first date with the guy she'd been pining for. When the pizza arrived, Anthony appeared behind her ready to take the boxes before she had greeted the delivery person.

While they ate, they sat in front of the TV watching the movie they had finally decided on. Though they tried to keep things light, it was obvious they were both nervous and uncertain as the evening progressed. Once finished, they remained sitting next to each other stiffly as they finished the movie.

"I'm going to take care of the dishes," Terri said as she stood.





"I'll be upstairs," Anthony said.

Terri had the feeling he couldn't wait to get out of the room from the speed with which he left.

Though it was early, she made sure the house was locked and everything put away before turning off the lights and heading upstairs herself. When she reached Anthony's room, she stopped in the doorway and watched her son play his video game for a moment. Despite his youthful appearance, she was well aware of the maturity he possessed but hoped she had not misjudged the dangerous decision she had made to have a sexual relationship with her son.

She said softly, "Anthony, I'm ready for bed now."

"Okay, Mom." Anthony didn't turn his head. "Good night."

Terri smiled at the typical teen reaction he gave her. "Anthony," she said with a firmer but still light tone to get his attention. She was pleased when he paused the game and looked in her direction. "Would you like to join me?"

His face lit up like it did when unwrapping gifts on his birthday or Christmas. "Really?"

"Only if you want to," Terri said with her own smile.

"I do," he said as he leapt out of bed and raced passed her into her room.

Terri shook her head with maternal fondness as she followed him. When she arrived in the room, she saw he was standing next to the side of the bed his father normally occupied looking apprehensive.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Suddenly this doesn't seem right," Anthony said softly as he looked down at the bed.

"I know." Terri felt the return of her own double barreled guilt at the knowledge that she'd be cheating on her husband and fucking her own son. "We don't have to do it."

Anthony sighed. "I know. But I really want to."

"It's obvious you want to," Terri thought as she glanced at the way Anthony's erection was tenting his shorts. Out loud she said, "I'm proud of you for recognizing how difficult this decision is. I'm not going to force or even coerce you into anything. We both know where we stand. If you want to, I'm here. If not, that's fine. It's your choice."

Anthony nodded slowly. "I'm going to go back to my room. Sorry."

"It's fine," Terri said. Though she felt a bit of sadness that she wasn't going to be with Anthony that night, she understood and was genuinely proud of him for having the restraint she didn't. "Good night, Anthony."

"Night, Mom."

The rest of the week was awkward for them. Though neither of them made advances on the other, the sexual tension between them was obvious. Anthony felt like everything his mother now did was the sexiest thing ever, while Terri felt Anthony was nothing more than a walking erection. When first Aaron, then Domenic, and finally Angie returned home at the end of the week, both Terri and Anthony were happy to have the rest of the family back in order to avoid each other.

The following weekend, their first with everyone home together in months, the family spent the day around the pool. Anthony couldn't help watching his mother. She was wearing the red swimsuit that he enjoyed and wondered if she had done it on purpose. He spent most of his time in the water in order to hide his erection while his siblings and parents moved in and out alternately sunning themselves and swimming to cool off.

Unable to take it anymore, he went inside saying he had to use the bathroom. Instead of relieving himself at the toilet, he went to his room and lowered his shorts and began to masturbate hoping to get out a quick load.

"So this is where you got to."

So into his pleasure, he cursed and jumped hearing his mother's voice at the door. He turned and let out another curse seeing her body wet with pool water. Though the swimsuit was not transparent, he was able to easily make out the covered bumps of her nipples and the soft mound between her legs.

"Mom," Anthony said almost painfully as he continued to slowly stroke himself. "Why did you wear that?"

"Honestly, I forgot," Terri said with genuine remorse. She knew she should leave Anthony but found herself moving closer to him. Though she had fucked him and seen him stroking himself, this was the first time she was able to see his dick up close. Around his still moving fist, she could see that it was slightly darker in color than the rest of his skin with the head being an almost mismatched dark pink. It was fairly straight along its length but had a slight upward curve and twist to his left near the uncircumcised, bullet shaped tip. There was a drop of wetness shining at the end that she knew had nothing to do with chlorinated water.

Almost as if she were no longer in charge of her actions, Terri gently pushed Anthony to sit on the side of his bed then straddled him. With one hand she moved the fabric covering her slit aside while gripping his erection with the other and guided herself onto him. Unprepared and not yet lubricated enough for sex, she bit her lips as she slowly sank onto his dry length.

"Oh, shit," Anthony said with a gasp.

"We don't have much time," Terri whispered into his ear. "Fuck me, Anthony."

With no hesitation, Anthony leaned back on his elbows and began to thrust upward with his hips. Because of her position hovering above him, he wasn't able to fully enter her but even with moving only three-quarters of his dick through her, it was enough. Though initially she had been tight and somewhat dry, he soon felt his mother loosen and become wetter around his dick as he moved inside her. "I can't believe this is happening."

"Don't think about it," she said tightly around the quickly diminishing discomfort.

They lapsed into a silence which was occasionally broken by a sigh of pleasure for Anthony or a moan of pleasurable pain from Terri. Because he had been aroused for so long, he soon felt his balls tighten.

"I'm going to come," Anthony said softly in warning.

"Do it." Terri leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "Come inside me, Anthony. She felt him grab her hips tightly as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. A short time later, she saw him tense as his cock swelled and stiffened to its fullest within her just before she felt the heat and force of his release. She lowered herself fully onto him, forcing his load deeper into her then held still enjoying the feel of his cock pulsing against her walls. Even as she felt guilty about being with Anthony, she couldn't wait to be with Domenic later that night to deal with the unresolved arousal from being with their son.

"Thanks," Anthony said with an embarrassed smile as the post coital bliss took hold.

"Happy to help," Terri said as she pulled off Anthony. She was thankful that she was able to quickly slide her bottom back in place. Anthony had left her gaping slightly and she could already feel his load beginning to fall out of her.

They heard the back door open and Domenic call out asking where they were. Though they had been gone only a few minutes, it was longer than a quick trip to the bathroom would necessitate. Terri responded to him while Anthony fixed his shorts.

"Are you okay?" Terri asked Anthony as they heard Domenic approach.

Anthony nodded with a smile. "I am. I really am. And I think I'd definitely like to do that again."

"Good."

"What are you two up to?" Domenic asked upon seeing them in Anthony's room.

"Just talking about you two going away for a weekend," Terri said quickly. She was thankful that the chlorinated water clinging to their bodies would cover most of the odor of their sex and hoped the smell of Anthony's room would conceal the rest. "You owe Anthony a trip. He won't tell you but he was disappointed last week being cooped up here with his mother."

"Sorry, big guy," Domenic said. He approached Anthony where his son stood next to his mother and gave him a hug. "I'll make it happen."

"Thanks, Dad." Anthony said. "But Mom's being hard on herself. Yeah, it sucked not going anywhere but when you have the best mother in the world, it's not so bad."





Terri and Anthony Ch. 03





Mother and son continue their secret affair.


Anthony pulled into the driveway and quickly got out of the car. Barely able to contain his excitement and with his dick already uncomfortably hard, he entered the house. "Mom?"

"In the kitchen," he heard her response.

Anthony dropped his books at the foot of the stairs on his way to the kitchen.

It was the first day in a few weeks that he and his mother would have some time alone in the house. Though not on a regular schedule, they had begun to have a sexual relationship. Weeks might go by where they didn't consider it followed by a period of almost daily intercourse. Mostly they waited to indulge themselves when Domenic was out of town, but occasionally they didn't. Since learning that morning that his father would be home late after picking up the other children from their extracurricular activities after school, Anthony couldn't wait to get back home to be with her, having gone eight days without being inside her.

When he entered the kitchen, Terri smiled at him. Even if she hadn't been able to see the hard ridge in his jeans, she recognized the arousal in his eyes. "Hi, there."

"Hey." Anthony closed the distance between them and gave her a kiss on the cheek before moving to stand behind her. He pressed his hardness against her ass and was pleased when she pushed back into him. "Is that going to take long?"

"Just a few minutes and I'll be finished," she said. When she felt Anthony move a hand under her shirt and begin to massage a breast, she said, "It's going to take longer if you keep that up."

"I can't help it," Anthony said with a whine that made him sound younger than his eighteen years. "It's been so long."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Terri teased.

"She's not you." He removed his hand from her breast. Needing to get more comfortable, he opened his jeans and pulled his erection out then slid it between his mother's legs. After gripping her hips, he began to slowly thrust back and forth against her.

Terri looked down and sighed seeing her son's dick bobbing between her legs. While she needed to finish the dinner preparations, the sight of his hardness pushed everything else to the back of her mind. For as much as she loved sex with her husband, being with her son was a novelty that she couldn't resist. "Just a quickie, okay? I have to start dinner."

"That works."

Anthony followed her up to his room. Though his bed was smaller, they felt less guilt about having sex there than on his parent's bed. While his mother pulled off her shorts and underwear, he removed his jeans and boxers. As she got positioned on her back on the bed, he slowly stroked himself before climbing onto the bed between her legs. With no hesitation, he positioned his dick then pressed into her.

Terri gasped and her eyes rolled back in a mix of pain and pleasure. Though the pain was short-lived, Anthony's dry entry produced a bit of discomfort. But this was one of the reasons why she enjoyed sex with her son. Unlike his father who was generally tender and conscientious with his lovemaking, Anthony had a teenager's single-minded determination to do nothing more than fuck. When they had the time, they did take things slower but it was always the same once he entered her.

She refocused on him and was again surprised by the masculine maturity on his face as he fucked her that was in strong contrast to his otherwise youthful features. Unlike his father's larger build, Anthony's diminutive body was light on top of her. She reached up and tucked his long brown hair behind his ears in order to better see his face. Though he still looked like the boy she had raised, she could see the man he would turn into in his features. The angles of his face were hardening, the thin moustache that he had been practically invisible was starting to darken and was now joined by a few other hairs on his cheeks and chin. She could see that his eyes had a feral look to them that matched his purposeful thrusting.

Anthony looked into his mother's eyes and was excited by the pleasure he saw in them. Though he knew he didn't have the same technique as his father, he also knew that his mother enjoyed his larger size. With that in mind, he slowed his hips and began to drag his full length through her. He pulled out to the tip before pushing back in. When his hips touched her, he rotated them trying to get as much inside her as possible while simultaneously stimulating her clit.

Terri let out a moan. Despite fucking him a number of times, she had not provided Anthony any guidance on what to do. While she was becoming more comfortable with having sex with her son, she thought being his teacher was a step too far. "Just like that. Where did you learn to do that?"

"It just came to me," Anthony said with a grin as he continued to slowly long dick her. "I thought you might like it."

She suppressed her own smile seeing how pleased he was with himself. "I do."

He kept up the motion for a few more minutes before returning to more satisfying short thrusts. They lapsed into a silence that was only broken by the sounds of their sex. Grunts from Anthony warred with moans from his mother and the sound of their flesh slapping together at a gradually increasing pace.

Though Terri had wanted and expected a quick fuck, it was over almost too soon for her.

"Thanks, Mom," Anthony said as he pulled out after catching his breath.

"No, thank you." Terri took a moment to get dressed but saw Anthony continuing to lie lazily on the bed with his wet, spent dick resting on his thigh. "Don't fall asleep like that. They'll be home soon."

"I know," Anthony said around a yawn. "I won't."

Terri gave him a quick peck on the cheek then returned to the kitchen.

She was impressed by how easily Anthony was handling the change in their relationship. Though the first week or so he was awkward around his father, he actively tried to disguise it until he was over it. For her part, Terri initially worried that Anthony would slip up and say or do the wrong thing at the wrong time but she soon began to see that he didn't want it getting out any more than she did. While her reasoning was because she didn't want to lose her family, it was obvious he feared not being able to continue to have sex with her.

Though they tried to limit themselves to when Domenic was away on business, they did find times to be together when he was in town. And when they couldn't risk full on intercourse, Terri would satisfy Anthony orally. More than once, she had entered his room and got to her knees in front of him with her husband downstairs and his siblings either in their rooms or playing outside.

She soon began to realize that her favorite thing was to suck her son's dick. Though part of her wished he would do a better job of washing himself, she came to enjoy the scent and flavor of his fermented sweat, musk and urine as it wafted out of his pubic hair. It was as if all the immature bits of her son were rolled into the salty essence. Terri loved feeling and hearing how responsive he was to her mouth and tongue around him. Anthony would gasp and squirm trying to hold back the sounds he wanted to make fearing that they might be heard by the rest of the family. Inside her mouth, his cock would twitch and jump involuntarily in response to her stimulation. From the time he became erect, a small trickle of sweet tasting precum would flow from him. If she got him really aroused, a random spurt or two of the clear fluid would shoot out unexpectedly.

If they were alone and had the time, she would edge him, sucking him to the brink of orgasm then stopping him from going over the cliff. They would watch as his cock jerked uncontrollably, pumping out a phantom load that brought no relief. After the second or third time, his precum would flow freely and turn a marbled white, evidence of his need to release the pent up load. She would then lick the fluid from where it would have dripped onto his balls then follow the trail back up to his crown to suck it straight from the source before repeating the process of building him up. When she was finally ready to let him orgasm—if he hadn't given up and shot in her mouth—she would straddle him and ride him until he filled her pussy with everything he had been holding back.

Unfortunately, they didn't get to do that often and she had to settle for a mouthful of his quick load.

"Got a minute?"

Anthony looked up from his homework and turned to the doorway of his room to see his mother. She had that smile on her face that he had learned meant she was wanted him.

"Sure." He turned in his computer chair as she closed the distance between them and leaned back, settling into a more relaxed position. "Where is everyone else?"

As Terri fished out Anthony's already hardening dick through the fly of his boxers, she said, "Angie and Aaron are watching their ridiculous show and your father's in the shower."

"Okay," he said followed by a sigh as his mother engulfed him. "I really needed this."

Somewhat masked by the wet sound of his mother's work, Anthony could hear the TV downstairs as well as the faint hiss of the shower. Knowing they didn't have much time, he focused on his arousal but resisted the urge to thrust up into his mother's mouth. He had quickly learned that though she was good at giving head, she could not deep throat. The two times he had attempted to fuck her face she had gotten angry at his overzealous hips gagging her and put a stop to their encounter leaving him unsatisfied and in a much worse way than if they hadn't done anything at all.

Terri, though she was under a time constraint, took her time to enjoy what she was doing. She focused her attention on Anthony's large knob, feeling the spongy flesh tighten in her mouth. She used one or both of her hands to stroke him while licking and sucking his tip, occasionally dipping her tongue into the folds of his foreskin. His sweet nectar flowed intermittently in contrast to his already heavy breathing. She kept her eyes trained on him as she worked watching his reactions.

"I'm so close," Anthony warned. "That's it. Oh, Mom."

Though it was over sooner than she would have liked, Terri was thankful yet again for Anthony's youthful lack of stamina. As her mouth was filled with rhythmic shots from his pulsing cock, she heard the shower stop. She continued to mouth his softening cock, cleaning it of the dregs of his load until she heard the door of the master bathroom open. With practiced ease, she got to her feet while Anthony tucked his semi hard cock back in his shorts and turned back to his desk just before Domenic appeared in the doorway.

--

"You look pretty," Anthony said as his mother took a moment to make sure everything was secure before they left.

"Thanks," she responded. "You look very handsome."

Anthony was dressed in a tuxedo on his way to his prom. He was uncomfortable in the suit but knew he had no choice.

"Thanks," he muttered with embarrassment.

"Don't worry," she said as she grabbed her keys. Terri had volunteered to be a chaperone at the dance, as she had with most of her children's activities, and had anticipated Anthony's lack of enthusiasm at her being present. "I won't embarrass you. Your totally uncool mother won't bother you tonight."

"It's not that," he said softly.

Hearing hesitance in Anthony's voice, Terri became concerned. "What is it? Is there something wrong?"

"No. Not really."

"Anthony?"

"I wish I could go with you."

Terri was not surprised by the statement. She and Anthony had been sharing much more than just their bodies, becoming close friends as well. He had been wanting to spend more time with her but knew that he couldn't. This was just another symptom of that.

"I know you do, honey. But just think how bad it would look for you to go to your prom with your mother."

Anthony snorted in acknowledgement. He knew it would be ridiculous and, because no one else would know the truth about their relationship, he would be the laughing stock of the school for the rest of the year.

"You'll have a great time with Jennifer," she said referring to his current girlfriend.

Ready to leave, Terri approached Anthony and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She gasped when he grabbed her ass and pulled her close, grinding his erection against her. Though she knew it was a bad idea, she turned her head to meet his lips. Since seeing Anthony in his tuxedo, she had been trying to suppress her arousal. With his hair slicked back and held in a tight bun at the bottom of his hairline and the wispy hairs on his chin that he refused to shave, he looked somehow both older and younger than he normally did. She let out a short, surprised squeal when he turned them and sandwiched her between himself and the door.

With quick movements, Anthony opened his pants and pulled his cock out then lifted his mother's leg over one of his arms. With his other hand he moved aside the thong she was wearing and guided himself inside her with a feral grunt. Though they had been having sex for months, they had never done it like this. He grabbed her ass again and pulled her closer, burying himself quickly. Their mouths met again as he began to quickly thrust into her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

As their hips slammed against each other, for only the second time while fucking her son, Terri felt an orgasm building within her without the use of her hand to stimulate her clit. It wasn't only his cock inside her that drove her arousal. Their lips and tongues had finally met in a way they never had before. Though as inexperienced as expected, Anthony's tongue awkwardly battled hers, pressed too far into her mouth, and left a trail of saliva that was too much.

And it was all perfect.

There was no question now that what they were doing was more than simply sharing an occasional fuck. They were no longer only mother and son. Anthony was her lover and she was his. He was really fucking her for the first time. Not just having sex to satisfy his teenage libido, but full on fucking. He was taking possession of her in a way only a man could and she loved it. She had expected her son to have sex on his prom night but didn't think it was going to be with her.

"Almost there," she said breathlessly into his ear. "Fuck me harder, Anthony."

Anthony separated his lips from hers and rested his head on her chest then adjusted himself slightly for better leverage. In a better position, his hips were able to move against her faster. She grasped and clawed at his back all while urging him on, begging him not to stop. For the first time, she was making sounds and saying things to him that he hadn't heard her utter when she was with his father. Irrationally and on a primal level, he felt a bit of anger and jealousy thinking about his father and that spurred him on, making his hips move that much faster. Like when she took her time sucking him off, he felt his cock stiffen and swell but seemed no closer to release. He believed his mother felt it too as she devolved into a series moans and whimpers.

Moments later when he felt his mother's body convulse against him and her pussy begin to milk his cock as she cried out in bliss, he knew he had succeeded where he had previously failed every time except the first, that her reaction was not the faked pleasure he sometimes sensed when she was with his father. With pride of accomplishment and a feeling of superiority running through his veins, he gave her four sharp, deliberate thrusts before filling her accompanied by a deep grunt of his own. He could feel his seed violently leave him to splash against her walls then coat his length after ricocheting back. He remained motionless against her, with his pulsing cock being the only movement other than their heaving chests in the room. Even after his orgasm passed, he remained stationary until he felt his softening cock begin to slide thickly out of her.

"That was...unexpected," Terri said as Anthony pulled away.

Anthony didn't meet her eyes as he tucked himself away and closed his pants. "Sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"No." Terri's voice was soft but firm. She placed a hand under Anthony's chin and raised it so he would look at her. "It was great. While I hope you don't treat your girlfriends that way, it was perfect. Sometimes sex can be a little rough. It keeps things interesting. And believe me, it was just what I needed. Now," she took a deep breath and smoothed his lapels, "you're going to be late. The limo's been waiting outside forever. I'll call Jennifer's parents and tell them I tripped coming down the stairs and you stayed to make sure I was fine. I have to go get freshened up. I'll see you at the dance."

Anthony gave a shy smile and nodded. "Okay."

Just before he opened the door, Terri leaned down and gave her son a deep, tender kiss. This time she used her tongue to gently caress his mouth and play with his tongue, hoping to convey everything she felt about him but could not yet say. "Have fun."

"Thanks." Anthony gave her a final peck on the cheek then left the house. As he approached the waiting car, he saw the driver leaning against the vehicle before he moved to open the door for him.

The older man had a smirk on his face. "Sounds like you got your night off to a good start."

"What do you mean?" Anthony asked as he climbed inside.

"Your date. I could hear her screaming your praises out here."

Anthony saw the man give him a wink and he grimaced. Though he had enjoyed what the man was referring to, it suddenly seemed dirty. "That wasn't my date."

"Oh." The man seemed to come to a new conclusion. "Do we need to wait for her?"

"No. We're already late to get my actual date."

"I see. Enough said."

Anthony tried not to roll his eyes as the man gave him another wink before closing the door. He suddenly felt nervous about his evening with Jennifer. Not because of anything embarrassing he might do but because of what the driver might let slip.

When they arrived at Jennifer's, she and her parents were concerned about Terri's fall. He hated lying to them but knew the truth could never be told. After a few moments socializing and taking pictures, they climbed into the car for the journey to the dance. When the driver gave him yet another conspiratorial wink, Anthony ignored it but grimaced inwardly.

At the dance, he found himself sloughing off any residual guilt he had about fucking his mother before picking up his girlfriend. Even when they ran into her, Anthony was surprised by how normal they both behaved considering what had happened less than two hours before.

They left the dance early to go to a restaurant and movie with a group of friends. Afterward, on the way back to Jennifer's house, they began making out. When she opened his pants, he had a renewed sense of guilt but quickly pushed it aside realizing that if he acted any differently, she would wonder and start asking questions. However, knowing that the sex he had with his mother still lingered on him, instead of urging her to suck him for a bit like he normally did, he quickly rolled a condom onto his erection. In response to her question, he said they wouldn't have much time and he wanted to take his time and enjoy being with her. As he slid into her, guilt made its presence known again but less intensely than before. Hearing Jennifer moan theatrically below him, he laughed inwardly at her. Though he enjoyed sex with her, she was nothing like the woman that he had been with earlier.

In that moment, the fact that in the span of one evening he would have fucked both his mother and his girlfriend hit him. Despite his genuine desire to take his time, he found himself thrusting roughly into Jennifer, wanting to find out if she was capable of fucking like a woman. When she began screaming out in discomfort, he reined himself back in. With gentler thrusts, he took his time with the fuck. The difference between fucking his mother and Jennifer was like the difference between fucking and masturbating: both satisfied a need but one was definitely better. He was pleased when the driver alerted them that they were a few minutes away from her home. Diving himself to finish, he moaned, not exactly satisfied, as he began to fill the condom.





After dropping Jennifer off, making sure she looked presentable, he returned home. His mother walked out to greet him and to speak with the driver. He saw the man look at her curiously then look at him. When she called him by name, he saw the man's eyes go wide for a moment and Anthony realized the man recognized her voice from earlier. By that point, they were saying good night. Feeling emboldened, he gave the man a wink of his own as they left him.





Terri and Anthony Ch. 04





He prepares for college, she prepares for a new child.


Certain that the younger children were asleep in their beds, Terri tossed her head back and moaned softly. She gently rode Anthony, straddled on his lap where he sat on the sofa. He had pulled off her shirt and was working her breasts with his mouth and hands. Lately, he had been more affectionate and touchy during sex and she liked it.

Anthony pulled his mouth off a nipple and kissed his way around the breast. Slowly moving toward the other side of her chest, he asked between light pecks, "Did you ever think I'd be sucking your tits again?"

"No," Terri said followed by a sound that was a mix of moan and laugh. She had breastfed all of her children and after weaning her youngest, though she longed to have more children, she had been thankful to be finished. Now, with an older Anthony latched to her breast, some of those early maternal feelings had returned but this time they were accompanied by arousal.

As if he could sense her thoughts, Anthony locked eyes with his mother. He took her other nipple into his mouth and began to suck while his free hand moved between them to work her clit. He felt her tense momentarily at the contact before relaxing into it. Their eyes remained connected to each other while he sucked her tit and fucked her. He could feel her arousal build around him. "Let it go, Mom. Come on my cock."

With a deep moan, Terri's body convulsed around him. He released her nipple and sat upright. Grabbing the back of her neck he pulled her head to meet his lips and swallowed her moans with a deep kiss. With gentle caresses, his tongue swiped over her tongue, fucked in and out of her lips. He felt her pussy milk his cock but resisted its draw.

His father was due back home the following afternoon and two days later he'd be graduating. Four days after that, he and a few of his friends were going to be taking a two week trip around Europe. A week after returning home, there would then be what would probably be his final week-long family trip. After that, he'd have two, maybe three weeks at home before leaving for college. Knowing this would probably be the last time they would be able to fuck for a while, Anthony wanted to take his time. As his mother breathed through her post-orgasmic high, he lowered them so she was on her back on the floor. He rested his weight on top of her and gently moved his hips against her. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you, too," she replied. "I know I shouldn't feel like this. Your father is a great man, a good husband, and I love him completely, but I am going to miss you being more than my son."

While Anthony understood what she meant, he hated hearing the praise she had for his father. He knew that it wasn't right, that he was actually the one in the wrong, but he didn't care. Whether because she enjoyed cheating on him, the thrill of their incestuous fucking, or something as simple as being able to fuck a marginally larger dick, he was able to satisfy his mother in a way his father couldn't and they both knew it. Maybe, he reasoned, that was why she had wanted to be fucked every night for the past week that his father had been out of town.

Without realizing it, he had begun to thrust harder into her. As he continued, he found himself fucking her as if he could drive the thought of his father out of both of their minds. Previously, thoughts of the man had caused him guilt. He knew he was betraying the trust of his father not only by hiding the truth from him, but by continuing the affair. Now, thoughts of Domenic only made him jealous. He knew he didn't have anything to prove—his mother had more than acknowledged that he was every bit as capable of a lover as his father—but he still felt like he was living in the man's shadow.

Though he knew he should be more cautious, his hips began to clap against his mother's and soft grunts left his mouth. He was no longer in control of his fuck and he didn't care. It was soon apparent to him that she didn't care either as she hooked her legs around his thighs and began to issue her own soft moans. Unable to stop himself, he felt his cock and balls tense and begin to shoot his load into her even as his hips continued to move.

Feeling the warmth of her son's seed entering her, Terri found herself having another, smaller orgasm. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, she tightened her grip causing him to slow his motion to a stop, and held on to him for as long as she could and wishing to stop time. As a mother, she didn't want him to leave the nest, but knew that he had to. She also didn't want to lose someone who had become a great lover and a friend. While she wanted to think that his visits home would allow them more private moments together, it was not guaranteed. Three months away was more than enough time for him to grow weary of her and find someone younger and more in touch with his needs.

After sharing a kiss, they separated and Terri watched with watery eyes as her oldest son ascended the stairs for his bed.

The next day, for the third morning in a row, Terri woke feeling off. She wasn't unwell and didn't feel like she was coming down with anything, but there was definitely something going on with her body. Making her way to the shower, she again cursed the early stages of menopause and the havoc being wreaked on her system. As she washed herself, touching her sensitive breasts, she suddenly understood what was happening.

After a quick breakfast during which she did some quick calculations, she ran to the nearest drug store then returned to her bathroom. She was shocked but not surprised when the stick showed a positive result.

The moment she had feared was now here. Almost three months without a period had given her a false sense of security and she cursed herself for being so careless. Three weeks ago for a period of ten days, Domenic had been out of town and she and Anthony had fucked every day while he had been gone. Granted, she'd had a good amount of sex with her husband before and after his trip, but if her timeline was right, this child would not be his. Yet her self-hatred was short lived as she quickly accepted with happiness that she would have one last chance at motherhood.

With a half formulated plan in mind, she hid both the used and unused tests she had purchased and went downstairs to spend time with her other children. She found it difficult to meet Anthony's eyes and she was aware he noticed. However there was nothing she could say to him at this point. She felt bad for keeping it from him, but if everything was going to go the way she needed it to, she hoped he would understand.

That night, after Domenic returned, she happily had sex with her husband when they went to bed. The following day, his morning erection also found satisfaction inside her. Though they had always been affectionate, she found it difficult to not have sex with him every day, as if she could magically make the child growing inside her his simply by being filled with more of his seed.

She waited two days after Anthony left on his trip to take the second pregnancy test. With the fresh results, she let Domenic know. After his initial shock, he was as happy as she was about the new child on the way. Though he offered to go to her first doctor's visit, she told him not to worry, as they had been through it three times before. With Domenic and the younger kids informed and taken care of, she waited nervously for Anthony to return.

The evening they met him at the airport, she was surprised by his appearance. Though he had only been gone two weeks, it seemed as if much had changed about him. She found that instead of having to look down at him, their eyes met at an even level. The downy hair that had been sprouting on his face was now darker, well on its way to forming a serious beard and moustache. She could even see the angular bone structure on his face where baby fat had been previously. Two weeks ago she had seen off her teenaged son and now she was retrieving a young man.

Once home, Anthony was slightly worried when his parents sat him down for a talk. When he learned that his mother was pregnant again, he was happy for them. However, when he gave a quick glance at his mother, he saw something else in her eyes. In that moment he knew the truth. His smile grew larger but he tried to otherwise contain his excitement. He knew he would have to wait for that conversation.

Thankfully, that opportunity came the following day. Domenic was called into the office for a quick meeting and the younger children had gone to friends' houses.

Anthony was up in his room preparing to wash the clothes from his trip when Terri walked in. She took a moment to watch his lean body move as he was only wearing a pair of boxers. She wondered if she had simply not noticed it before he left, but he had definitely had a growth spurt and his body was on the verge of looking lanky as it stretched taller without any adding much weight.

"We need to talk," she said softly.

"It's mine, isn't it?" Anthony asked as he turned and closed the distance between them.

Terri nodded in response. A trip to the doctor had confirmed her timeline and she could only hope that Domenic never had to visit the doctor with her to have that information given to him. There were unshed tears in her eyes as she spoke. "I knew before you left but couldn't tell you. I had to tell your father first so he'd think it was his. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Anthony pulled her into a hug. There was no anger in him at hearing that his father knew before he did. He found himself feeling slightly smug at the fact that he had impregnated his mother and, hopefully, his father would never know. Despite his mother's quiet sobs, he found himself becoming aroused. Some of it was due to their bodies being pressed together, touching a woman for the first time in weeks. But the idea of becoming a father, having impregnated someone—his own mother, no less—was the driving force. It also didn't help that except for one furtive masturbation session in the shower near the beginning of his trip, he hadn't come since the last time they had sex.

Terri felt Anthony's dick becoming firmer where it pressed against her hip. Despite herself, she felt her body respond in kind. There was so much more she wanted to say to him. She needed to let him know about the challenges they faced. There were sure to be complications during pregnancy due to her age or because of genetic anomalies from the incestuous conception. Even if all went well there, it was going to be difficult for them to forever disavow the paternity of this child. Anthony needed to know how hard it was going to be to be a parent with none of the recognition. Instead she moved her lips to meet his and moaned wantonly when he matched her kiss. She moved a hand into the waistband of his boxers and began to stroke his hardness. Knowing they probably wouldn't have much time, she didn't fight him when he began to push her toward his desk.

With one motion, Anthony pulled down his mother's house pants and underwear, leaving them to dangle around one of her ankles, then helped her sit on the edge of his desk. After lowering his waistband and hooking it under his balls, he entered her with one swift thrust. With his tongue and lips engaged in battle with hers, he set up a quick pace fucking her, unconcerned about his open door or the noise they made. Their moans and grunts were loud and would definitely be heard by anyone who entered the house. Beneath them the desk creaked, strained by their motion and weight. He could even hear it rhythmically thumping against the wall behind it in time with his rapid thrusts.

As Anthony fucked her, Terri knew she should feel bad, knew that it was wrong. But since pregnancy was the worst thing that could happen short of being caught, they had little left to worry about. She thoroughly enjoyed having Anthony inside her, feeling firsthand his development into a man. From their first awkward encounter to now, his technique was much improved and he would only get better with time. She wanted to believe that this fuck was little more than because he was horny and needed relief after his trip, but something about the set of his jaw and the intense look in his eyes made her feel like he was taking possession and marking her as his.

And she liked it.

While her heart would always belong to Domenic, she knew her body was now Anthony's. His child was growing inside her and would bind them in a way a mother and son should never be joined. She knew she should have felt guilty about it, but she was pleased that with her last gasp of fertility, she was providing her firstborn with his first child.

With a cry of ecstasy, an orgasm wracked her body. It was more intense than any she had felt in a while and she nearly passed out from the sensation.

With his mother's pussy milking him, Anthony quickly followed her over the edge. He gave a few sharp thrusts closely timed to each shot exiting his cock before holding himself still deep inside her. Even though he had already inseminated her, he felt the need to make sure his load stayed put. After catching his breath, he said, "I can't believe I actually got you pregnant."

"With fucks like that, it was bound to happen," Terri said with a smile. "You do understand that no one can ever know?"

"I do," Anthony said somberly. "It really sucks. But I know that's how it has to be. At least we'll all be together."

"We will." For a moment, Terri allowed herself to feel a touch of happiness at that thought before addressing the reality. "But you're still going to college."

"I know. But I figure nine months will be just around the end of the school year. I should be back before you give birth, right?"

Terri was surprised that he had already thought that far ahead. "That's right. It's probably going to be close, but yeah."

Anthony was going to comment further but they heard the front door open downstairs.

"Terri?" Domenic's voice echoed through the house.

Before her name was finished, Anthony was pulling out of his mother and pulling up his shorts.

"Up here," Terri called as she struggled to pull on her pants.

By the time they heard him arrive at the top of the stairs, Anthony was on the floor sorting through his clothes again, hiding his slimy, deflating cock while Terri sat on the edge of the desk asking him for more details about his trip.

"Stop pestering the kid," Domenic said as he entered the room and heard the questioning. "I'm sure there are things that happened that he doesn't want his parents to find out about. And as much as I don't like it, that's okay. He's growing up. He's entitled to his privacy."

"Yeah, Mom," Anthony said with a smirk.

Terri rolled her eyes but felt a renewed surge of arousal in her groin. There was no denying the truth of the statement and in nine months' time, they'd have proof of it.

Her son was a man now.

--

When Anthony entered the house, everyone stopped what they were doing upon seeing him before wrapping him in hugs. He had been away for nearly four months completing his first semester at college and in that time his body had changed significantly. The clothes he was wearing were tight on his body, evidence of his muscles filling out slightly and the few inches in height he had grown. His face now had a spotty outline of beard and moustache, thicker than it had been but still appearing to be a work in progress. The hair that had just reached his shoulders before he left was now also a few inches longer.

"You've gotten so big," Terri said with maternal fondness as she now had to look up to meet his eyes. Out of habit, she tucked his hair behind his ears after their hug.

"So have you," Anthony said with a chuckle. He reached a hand out and lightly rubbed his mother's slightly swollen belly.

"And we're both happy and healthy," Terri said meeting his eyes seriously as she placed a hand over his.

Anthony's smile got slightly larger upon hearing that. While she had kept him updated after each of her prenatal appointments, it was good to hear again.

Terri pulled his hand away and linked her arm through his to lead him to the kitchen. "We're going to have to go shopping. You need new clothes."

"I do. I really do."

Anthony sat on a stool at the island in the kitchen with his family surrounding him. As Terri plied him with food, he shared with them a few stories about his drive home, his roommate, and college in general. His younger siblings asked all manner of questions and updated him on their lives. As he listened to and talked with them, for as much as he was enjoying college, he realized how much he had missed his family.

"I missed you," Anthony said to his mother once they were alone. Everyone had gone to bed leaving them alone for the first time that evening.

"I missed you, too." Terri didn't stop him as he moved closer to her on the sofa and slid his hand under her shirt to rub her bare baby bump.

"I know you've said it," Anthony began with a little worry in his voice, "but everything's okay with the baby?"

Terri put her hand over Anthony's. "Yep. According to the doctor, the baby's healthy. No worries there."

"Good." Anthony leaned in and touched his lips to his mother's. Though their kiss started gently, it didn't take long for their tongues to begin battling each other. While their kiss deepened, he felt one of her hands move to his crotch and begin to massage his growing erection. Even though he hadn't intended to do anything, he couldn't help humping his growing erection against her hand. Because of exams and essays, he hadn't been able to hook up with any of his usual girls for nearly two weeks and he didn't stop her when she began to open his pants. He sighed pleasurably against her lips upon feeling her soft hand wrap around his length. As she began to stroke it, he adjusted the rhythm of his hips to match.

Even as her hand continued to stroke her son's dick, Terri chastised herself for doing it. She had told herself that she was not going to do anything with Anthony while she was pregnant and hopefully by the time the baby arrived, he would be out of her system. However upon seeing the sexy young man that entered the house that evening, she couldn't deny her attraction to him. It hadn't helped that she had noticed him trying to conceal an erection for most of the night. An erection that was feeling larger than it had before he left. She wanted to lower her head to take it in her mouth or straddle him and feel it inside her pussy but with Dom home, she couldn't take that chance. Even giving Anthony a hand job was risky but she couldn't stop now.

Anthony broke the kiss and sat back on the sofa. As he shifted position, the top of his cock surrounded by his mother's hand escaped the waistband of his boxers. He watched her hand move up and down pulling some of his foreskin over his crown. His mother was not a small woman but he was surprised by how large his dick looked in her fist. The sight increased his arousal and he began to gently thrust up against her strokes. He struggled to keep his sounds of pleasure quiet but occasionally a soft moan escaped.

Terri worked Anthony's cock faster, feeling it throb in her fist. A steady stream of precum flowed from the tip lubricating her motion. It began to crackle wetly in between their skin and she worried the sound, along with Anthony's increasingly frequent moans, would carry if anyone left their rooms upstairs. She saw Anthony's body shudder just before a thick white stream flew into the air before landing on his chest. More shots followed rapidly, streaking her son's shirt with his seed before the force subsided. The rest of his load seeped out of his dick over her fist and down his shaft to puddle in his pubic hair. Upon seeing the large amount of ejaculate, her pussy twitched from the memory of how it had felt inside her. She also absently thought it was amazing that he hadn't knocked her up sooner with loads like that.





"I didn't plan to do that," Terri admitted once Anthony's breathing calmed. "Sorry."

"I don't mind at all," Anthony responded drowsily. A tired smile pulled at his lips upon seeing his mother lick her hand clean of the cum that had fallen on it. "And I don't think you're really sorry it happened."

"I'm not," Terri said with a small chuckle. Finished with her grooming and wishing she had captured his seed in her mouth, Terri leaned over to give him a quick kiss before she stood. "I have to finish up down here and you need to get to your room before anyone sees the mess you made of yourself. Have a good night. I'm glad you're home."

"So am I. Night, Mom."





Terri and Anthony Ch. 05





Mother and son reach a new place in their relationship.


"Where is she?" Anthony yelled as he rushed through the door.

"Welcome home," Domenic said dryly as Anthony rushed passed him and his siblings to where Terri stood with the new family member.

"Here she is," Terri said with a proud smile. "Meet your baby sister, Andrea."

"She's even more beautiful than I thought," Anthony said quietly as he took the two week old infant from his mother. He stared at her in wonder. While he had seen babies before, it was much different now that he had made one. "Hi, Andrea. Guess you were so excited to get here that you couldn't wait for me to get home from school."

"Yeah, she came a little early. Sorry." Terri had tried to keep her voice neutral but even she heard the genuine remorse in it.

"It's okay," Anthony said as he moved to the sofa with the baby. "I'm just happy she's here."

Terri and Domenic watched with pride and wonder at how much Anthony engaged with the baby. He willingly volunteered to babysit so they could go out and have time together. Whenever she cried, Anthony often beat them to her side to take care of her needs. A few times, they pushed him out of the house to meet with friends from high school instead of allowing him to stay in to be with her.

"I'm thankful for the help," Terri said one afternoon as she joined Anthony in the kitchen. They were home alone while Domenic was at work and the other kids away at camp. "But you should step back. Spend your summer with your friends. She'll always be here."

"I know," Anthony said with some dejection. "It's just I love her so much and don't want to miss anything."

"I get it. And I don't ever want to take that from you. But I told you this would be hard and you've got to do it."

Anthony sighed heavily. "You're right. I know you're right."

Terri pulled him into a hug. She held her oldest son tightly as she felt him work through his sadness. For as much of a man as he was becoming, she was still his mother and would do anything she could to comfort him. It was obvious that the realization of what it truly meant to have a daughter that he could never acknowledge was just hitting him. But she knew, deep down, that eventually he'd be okay and always be there for them both.

As Anthony's quiet sobs calmed, she began to feel his dick growing against her side. When he moved his mouth to hers for a kiss, she knew she should pull away but instead melted into him. She felt him grab her ass and begin to hump insistently against her. Over the months that he had been gone completing his first year at college, Anthony had grown to look much more mature. He now matched his father's height of six feet one inch and genetics along with regular workouts had caused him to fill out nicely. He had continued to forego haircuts and his caramel locks now reached the middle of his back. When he went around the house topless, he very much resembled a bronze statue that could be found in any museum or city around the Mediterranean. He had turned into the handsome man she knew he would be and found it difficult to fight against the arousal he produced in her. Yet even as she continued to suck on his tongue, between their kisses she said quietly, "We can't."

"We shouldn't," Anthony corrected in the same quiet tone. "But we've shown that we can. Really well."

Terri couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "True. But I mean physically, we can't. I'm out of commission for at least a few more weeks. Childbirth is not easy."

"Oh," Anthony said as he continued to make out with his mother. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his covered dick and used her hand to massage it. "Do you have a suggestion for this then?"

Terri let out a whimper of aroused surprise. Not only had he physically matured, Anthony had apparently become much more assertive with his desires and she wondered how many coeds he had bedded with his moves over the past few months.

When she didn't answer right away, he suggested, "I'd love to see it in your mouth. Suck my dick for me."

Resisting the hand that he had moved to her shoulder and begun pressing on, Terri said, "I will, gladly. But only if you promise to leave the house. Today. After we finish. To see your friends," she added seeing the wheels turning behind his eyes as he thought of a way to twist her words.

Anthony gave her a playful glare at being caught trying to wriggle out of her request. "Fine. I will."

After giving him another kiss, Terri sank to her knees taking her son's shorts with her. Though it wasn't any different than the last time she had seen it, she was amazed that her son was noticeably larger than his father. As much as she wanted to take her time and enjoy Anthony as a woman, she quickly took him into her mouth. Her son wanted and needed relief and she was the only one who could provide it.

Anthony let out a moan feeling his mother's mouth engulf him. For various reasons it was the first time they had had a chance to do anything since he'd been home and he was ready to explode. With none of his customary gentleness, he grabbed his mother's head and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking it with determination. He was careful to not go too deep, remembering that she was not one for deep throating. "Oh, shit, Mom. I wish everyone gave head as good as you. Goddamn!"

Normally Terri would have chastised her son for his language but in the moment she found it turned her on. From his continued stream of words that he had never used in her presence she understood that her son had found his sexual self and had become much more confident than he had been in the past. It made her wonder again how many young women he had used to hone his skills.

"I'm so close," Anthony announced. "You gonna swallow my nut for me? I can't wait until I can put it inside your pussy again. Oh, fuck. Here it comes. Gonna feed you my cum, Mom."

Feeling Anthony's cock swell and begin to pulse, Terri let out her own moan. She willingly and eagerly swallowed his load, savoring the slightly bitter flavor that she didn't realize how much she had missed until that moment. It was not the flavor of a young man she found attractive, but the flavor of Anthony, her son, the man whose child she was now raising.

"What was that?" she asked when she finally pulled off.

Anthony tucked himself away as she stood. "What?"

"That language. You didn't used to talk like that. Where did it come from?"

Anthony winced remembering the house rules. "Sorry. I forgot and got carried away."

Terri stepped close and gave him a quick kiss on the lips then said into his ear, "I won't tell if you won't."

Anthony smirked as she pulled back. "I wish I could fuck you right now."

"Anthony!" Terri shook her head and went to the refrigerator to decide what to make for dinner. "You just got a blow job. There's no way you'd be ready to go again even if I could."

Not to be deterred, he walked behind his mother and pressed his crotch to her ass. Gripping her hips, he humped his softening but semi hard dick against her. "You get me so hot that I could. It might take me a few minutes, but I'd be able to do it. Hopefully before the summer is over I'll be able to prove it to you. Fuck a few loads into you and watch you try to walk around afterward."

Despite knowing that there was no way she could have sex at the moment, she felt a surge of arousal course through her body and a small amount of familiar moistening between her legs. Anthony was definitely turning into a man who knew what he had and how to use it and it scared her thinking what would happen if he didn't restrain himself around her. "You're supposed to be going to see friends now. Remember?"

Anthony chuckled as he released her and took a few steps back. "Fine. I'll leave you alone. But don't think I don't know how horny you are. I've fucked you enough to know what your wet pussy smells like."

That time Terri was truly shocked by his words. "Anthony!"

"It's true," he called over his shoulder without remorse as he made his way out of the kitchen. "Oh, and I was thinking I've never tasted you. As soon as you're ready, I want to eat you out."

Terri stared speechless at the emptiness in the walkway through which Anthony had disappeared on his way to his room. It wasn't just that his tone was as easy and comfortable as if he had told her he wanted to go to the mall later, it was also the fact that he, her first born son, had said he wanted to eat her pussy. Admittedly, on the scale of things it was less shocking than giving birth to his child, but it was still not something she had ever expected to hear him say. Turning back to dinner preparation, she shrugged and wondered how good he was at it.

--

Terri sat on the sofa cuddled next to her husband with the children scattered around the living room, all watching a movie together. She knew she should be happy to have everyone together for the evening but she was too horny to enjoy this rare moment. It was made worse by the fact that Anthony was in an armchair perpendicular to her wearing a pair of basketball shorts and tight tank top cradling Andrea in his arms. Slouched down in the chair, his legs were spread wide displaying the fact that he was not wearing underwear due to the way the mass of his genitals pushed against the fabric along one of his legs. The white, sleeveless shirt was bright against his bronze skin and hugged his body and highlighted the ripples and waves of his lean muscles while exposing the slight bulging of his biceps holding their child. His thick hair hung loose around his shoulders and occasionally he gently pulled it out of the infant's grip whenever she pulled on it too hard. Beneath the thick, two-day shadow of beard, his face had lost its baby fat and was now angular with youthful yet mature masculinity. Having been out around town with him, she did not begrudge the girls, women, and even the handful of guys who had eyed him. Anthony was a very attractive young man and she felt both pride that he was her son and slightly smug because she got to enjoy him in a way they didn't.

And she wanted to enjoy him now.

For nearly a week she had been healed enough to resume having sex. While she knew Domenic would eagerly indulge her, she wanted Anthony first. But with everyone home for the summer, she was having difficulty finding the time and space to surprise Anthony with the news. She didn't know if it was because he was the father of the child she had just pushed out or a result of the furtive hand jobs and blow jobs she had given him over the past few weeks that kept him in the front of her mind instead of her husband, but either way she was frustrated and needed Anthony.

"That was...a movie," Domenic said as the credits began to roll.

"It was great!" "That was the best movie ever!" The twins said eagerly in its defense.

Anthony shrugged. "It was okay. Glad I didn't pay for it, though."

"I'm thinking that's two hours of my life I wish I'd spent doing something, anything else," Terri muttered.

Domenic gently moved Terri off him then stood and stretched,. "I'm going to get a drink. Anyone else need a refill?" Terri and Anthony put in their requests while the twins said they'd follow him to grab some more snacks. "When I get back we'll watch a real move: The Breakfast Club."

Aaron rolled his eyes as he and his sister followed their father out of the room. "Please say it's not a movie about pancakes."

Domenic laughed. "It's not a movie about pancakes. Or waffles. But there is lunch meat."

Once they were out of sight, Terri saw Anthony turn his head to look at her. His face was expressionless but his eyes locked on her with the focus of a predator.

"You're so ready to get fucked, aren't you?"

Terri took a breath then let out a heavy sigh. Even though she had thought it, admitting it to Anthony made her need that much worse. "Yes. I really am."

Anthony smirked. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but you need to relax. It seemed like you watched me more than you did the movie."

"Sorry." Terri was surprised to be chastised by her son but appreciated and understood his words. "You're right."

"It's cool." His mouth lifted in a smile as he reached down to grab his crotch. "Kinda hot knowing that my own mother is jonesing for my dick."

Terri shook her head. "You're so bad."

"And you like it. How much longer do you think it'll be before we can?"

Despite wanting to keep it a surprise, Terri said, "As soon as we can have the time and space to be alone."

"Really?"

Terri nodded.

"Awesome."

"What's awesome?" Angie asked as she reentered the room a few steps ahead of the others.

"The fact that you agreed to change Andy's diaper," Anthony said as he held the infant up.

"Nu-uh," Angie said while making a face. "Not it."

"That's fine." Terri moved about to stand.

"It's okay, Mom. I got it," Anthony said as he stood and left the room.

As Domenic sat back down and she snuggled into her husband, Terri tried not to focus on the fact that Anthony's dick was slightly swollen and swung heavily in his shorts or how high and tight his ass was as he left the room.

--

Anthony stepped into the kitchen and stopped. "Goddamn," he muttered to himself.

Terri was bent over in the refrigerator with her ass on display stretching the fabric of her khaki shorts. Over the course of her pregnancy she had put on some weight. While she didn't like it and was actively trying to lose as much of it as she could, Anthony loved the way it looked on her. Even with the weight gain, she didn't appear excessively overweight, simply nice and full. Already shapely, her hips and ass had become rounder yet were still surprisingly firm. As much as he didn't want to, his eyes always seemed to move to her chest. Her tits had always been big, however now that they were swollen with milk, they bordered on excessive. He felt bad thinking about them sexually considering Andrea—his daughter—fed from them but at the same time his cock never seemed to care.

Glancing behind himself and listening to the sounds of the others in the house, he crept up behind his mother and pressed his crotch against her ass. "I want to fuck you so bad right now."

Surprised by his presence, Terri cursed softly as she stood and turned around. "You scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry." He placed a light kiss on her neck then continued to nuzzle her as he said, "I couldn't help myself seeing that beautiful ass of yours waving around. Mom, we gotta find somewhere to do this."

"I know, hon." Terri knew she should try to deter him especially since his growing dick was tenting his shorts but she was enjoying his proximity too much. "Trust me, I want it as much as you do."

"Oh, I doubt it. Since you told me you were ready I haven't even jerked off. It's been almost two weeks now and I think I'm about to explode. Maybe I ought to just fuck you right here and say to hell with the others finding out."

"We both know you're not going to do that."

"You're right." Anthony pulled away and took a few steps back to lean against the counter behind him. He pushed his hand beneath his waistband and squeezed his erection. "But I'm so fucking hard it hurts. I don't know if I can wait much longer."

"Just give me a few more days. I'll come up with something."

That night at dinner, Anthony was surprised when his father informed them that he was going to take the twins out the next afternoon for a few hours to have time alone with them. Looking at his mother, he saw the same surprise on her face. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Domenic to spend time alone with any grouping of the children but it was the first time that summer that it had happened and seemed too serendipitous considering their earlier conversation.

Domenic hugged his wife. "What are you two going to do while we're gone?"

"I'm going to take a well-deserved nap," Terri lied. While she wasn't feigning her exhaustion, she also wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to be with Anthony. "Anthony's volunteered to keep an eye on the baby for me."

"I love you," Domenic said as he clapped his son on the shoulder. "You need a haircut, but you're still my son and I appreciate you helping your mother."

"I'd feel bad if I didn't," Anthony said not looking into his father's eyes. For the first time in a while, he felt a small knot of guilt in his stomach but it wasn't enough to deter him from being with his mother. "Andy's probably going to sleep most of the time anyway."

"Well, you're taking care of your mother, keeping her happy. That's more than most guys your age would do. I'm thinking we'll be back for dinner."

Terri gave her husband a look. "That long? That's almost four hours."

"You need the time. And I'll pick up some take out. I'll text you when we're on our way."

"Okay." Terri gave her husband a parting kiss and fussed over the twins. "You guys have fun."

"You, too," Domenic said just before closing the door that separated the kitchen from the garage.

As they listened to the sound of Domenic and the twins getting into the car, Anthony pressed his mother against the door and took her in a deep kiss before moving his lips across her cheek to nibble at her ear and kiss her neck. His hands quickly moved to her shorts and began to fumble with the button and zipper.

Between heavy pants for breath, Terri said, "We should at least wait until he starts the car."

"We should," Anthony said as he lowered her shorts. "But I'm not going to."

"Anthony." Terri gently but firmly pushed him away. "Slow down. We have time."

A sound of frustration escaped him but he didn't fight her. "Come on, Mom. I really want to fuck you."

"Anthony, dear, I'm not one of the coeds you just picked up around campus. I'm your mother. And while I'm all for fast and quick, it's not necessary right now. Let's enjoy this."

Anthony looked at his mother and sighed, though the sound was covered by the noise of the large garage door opening. "You're right. Sorry. I just want to be with you so bad."

Terri watched as he used a single thumb to pull out the waistband of his soccer shorts which allowed his erection the freedom to rise to nearly vertical. If her son hadn't said how much he needed relief, she would have easily been able to see it in the deep red color of his cock and from the way he had already begun to seep precum. Both to calm him and to satisfy some of her own desire, she reached out and wrapped a hand around his length to slowly stroke it. "I'm not saying no. I'm just suggesting we take a moment to head upstairs."

"Okay." With a speed that caused Terri to cry out in surprise, Anthony leaned down and lifted his mother over his shoulder. "Let's go upstairs."

Despite flailing and asking then demanding to be put down, Terri felt a surge of arousal from her son's display of strength and masculinity. As they entered her marital bedroom, she protested the location until he threw her onto the bed. Before she even hit the mattress, Anthony was removing his shorts and his shirt quickly followed. A sound that was both a whimper and moan left her upon seeing the man—not her son, but a person who was fully a man—climbing onto the bed. With his tight body, long mane of hair and angular face he looked like any one of the models featured on the cover of a romance book. His eyes showed an open desire for her that she had not seen in years. She and Domenic still loved each other deeply but their desire for each other was no longer the white-hot lust that Anthony was exhibiting. When he reached out to remove her shorts this time, there was no fighting him even if she wanted to.

With her shorts out of the way, Anthony spread his mother's legs and took a moment to appraise his target. For as many times as he had fucked her, he had never actually looked at her pussy and took a moment to drink in the sight. Like an inverted tear drop, the top of her slit gaped slightly and revealed the pink inner lips and the recessed nub within, while her outer lips draped across the opening lower down. Framed by neatly trimmed brown hair, it was the most beautiful pussy he had seen. He recognized that he was biased as it was the opening through which he had come into the world, but he felt even an objective observer would recognize the beauty in it.





He moved closer and placed his mouth to the loose lower folds and began to lightly lick and suck on them. With a gentle touch, he used his tongue to spread them open and tasted the growing wetness on the sensitive flesh within. He placed a heavy hand on his mother's abdomen in response to her arching back in order to hold her in place. Spurred on by her reaction, he added a finger to her opening and began to gently move it against the walls, not stretching per se, simply stroking and massaging the flesh.

Terri did not hold back her moans of pleasure. Even though Anthony had warned her that it was coming, the feel of her oldest son mouthing her pussy was more intense and better than she expected. Domenic was talented with his mouth and she had never not enjoyed being eaten by her husband, but Anthony's slow approach and technique were different from what she was used to and brought a novel pleasure to the act. And unlike having his dick inside her, his gentle use of his mouth was so much more intimate that it made it difficult to ignore the fact that he was her son. From the look in his eyes whenever he glanced up at her, it was obvious that Anthony was paying homage to her womb, the womb that had given him life. Hidden behind the arousal was a love and reverence that had only been hinted at by their previous encounters. No longer could she pretend that Anthony was just some other man. Anthony was her son. She loved him as much as she loved any of her other children but appreciated the fact that they had something more.

"Anthony."

The soft gasp that accompanied his mother calling out his name was the only warning Anthony received before he felt his mother's body tense in orgasm. Unable to hold back anymore, he slowly slid his erection into his mother's body, feeling the diminishing orgasmic contractions massage his length. Even as he adjusted and situated his body above her for his fuck, his hips had already set up a sedate pace. He had been eager to feel her around him but now that he was inside her, he knew it was not about the fuck. It was about being with Terri, his mother and the mother of his first child. She was no longer just a good and convenient fuck, she was a woman that deserved his respect and for as hard as his dick was, his relief was now secondary to her needs.

With more care and concern than he had previously exhibited, he helped remove her top and bra, exposing the nourishing breasts underneath. Pausing his hips, he took a moment to look over his mother's body. In addition to the slight weight gain, there were a few more stretch marks on her abdomen and hips, the beautiful battle scars of motherhood. He reached out first one hand then the other to run them over her body, feeling her warm flesh. "You're so beautiful. I must be the luckiest guy in the world. Not only do I have the best, hottest mother, I get to have sex with her. And to top it off, she had my kid. Amazing."

Before Terri could respond, Anthony leaned down and kissed her. It started off soft and tender but quickly developed into something much deeper. Not for the last time, she thought about how she and her husband shared their love for each other and while there were moments of lust, they didn't match what she and Anthony had. It wasn't better or worse, simply different. It was all at once maternal, feral, and forbidden. There was no pretending or even a thought that there was a chance of running away and being together. What they had wasn't about that. She was his mother, he was her son and that's all they were. Yet, at the same time, their relationship was sexual and intense, something that mother and son should not feel for each other but was present. She could no longer deny that being with Anthony fulfilled something in her that she didn't know she needed and it was obvious he felt the same. It wasn't the taboo of incest that drove them, yet they couldn't deny that it was a part of it. If Anthony had been any other man, she would have thought him attractive and not given him a second thought. But as her son, sex was another way to share their love for each other.

When their lips separated, Anthony peppered kisses over her cheeks before moving down her chin to nibble at her neck. No longer thrusting but keeping his length inside her, he continued to kiss across and down one of her shoulders until he was able to lock his lips around one of her nipples. He alternately nibbled at it gently and ran the flat of his tongue over the firm flesh. After a few passes he tasted a sweet wetness on his tongue that had nothing to do with saliva and mentally kicked himself as he remembered she was lactating. Glancing up to her eyes, he closed his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it, intentionally pulling the milk from her swollen breast.

"Oh my... Anthony!" Terri cried out in unashamed ecstasy from the sight and sensation. Though he was doing the same thing Andrea did every few hours, it felt much different. There was a hunger behind his sucking that had nothing to do with needing nourishment and was much more closely related to his throbbing hardness still inside her.

Stopping only long enough to switch sides, Anthony drank deeply from his mother's tits while remaining conscious of the fact that he couldn't empty them. Until maybe eighteen years ago he had nursed from her and had been able to take his fill but now his daughter had that privilege.

Their daughter.

His cock flexed and he let out a moan at the thought that he was feeding from his mother in the same way their daughter did. It was a thought that should not exist in his mind, yet it increased his arousal. In a warped circle of life, his mother had given him life and fed him and now, after raising him into the man he was becoming, she had given birth to his first child and was now feeding her in the same way. It was a reminder that his mother was not just his mother. She was a woman, first and foremost, and as such was amazing if for no other reason than the fact that she held within her the ability to bring forth and sustain life.

Reluctantly pulling his mouth away from her chest, Anthony let his hips do what they wanted. He braced himself on his arms while letting his hips gently roll against hers. There was no urgency to the movement and he realized, for the first time ever, that his orgasm wasn't the goal. He wanted to give his mother pleasure. He wanted to make her enjoy being with him. Their fucks had always been good and hot, but this time it was different. They weren't making love, but there was love between them and the sex was an expression of his love for her. Each stroke, each rotation of his hips was a response to something she did. When he pushed completely in and ground his pelvis against her, it was because she wanted it deep, needed the contact against her clit. Pulling back to fuck his swollen crown in and out of her entrance was because she needed relief and squirmed against the overwhelming sensation of being dicked with his full length. And when her cries of pleasure grew louder and her breathing heavier, he increased the speed and force of his thrusting to climax at the same time she did yet he knew he was not giving her his load.

As her body convulsed in orgasm, Terri could feel her womanhood pulling the seed out of her son. As his mother, it was hers to take because she had given life to him. As the mother of his first child, she wanted and needed more of his essence. As a woman, she needed to feel the pleasure of his hardness throbbing inside her in release. Her pussy needed to feel his white heat coating her insides, quenching the thirst that it had been feeling since giving birth and pulled it out of him unapologetically. Though Anthony had been on top of her, she now realized that from the moment he had entered her, she and her pussy had been in charge and he hadn't fought it. Anthony had recognized it even when she hadn't. As she met his eyes, she saw it clearly in them and pulled him down into a kiss that said everything that she couldn't.

They laid together in silence occasionally broken by soft kisses, with Anthony still inside and on top of her well beyond the point at which his soft dick fell out of her. With a mix of erotic and maternal affection, Terri held her son, rubbing her hands over his body to soothe him as well as to feel his tight muscles. Her hands ran through his thick hair and over his face remembering the boy he had been while happy about the man he was. Only when Andrea began to stir, did they move.

As Anthony rolled off his mother, he said, "I'll get her."

"I'll get her. She's going to need to eat."

Anthony placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back onto the bed. "That's fine. But before that, she'll need her diaper changed. Let me."

"Okay." Terri sat up against the headboard as she watched Anthony leave the room still naked. Without remorse, her eyes were drawn to the flexing of his muscular thighs and ass cheeks as he walked. Once he was out of the room, she closed her eyes to revel in her lingering afterglow. In the quiet house, she heard Anthony arrive in Andy's room then greet her softly and converse with her quietly as he changed her diaper. As she listened, she noticed that their daughter had stopped crying almost immediately after hearing his voice. It didn't happen with anyone else, not even her, and she wondered if the infant instinctively knew the truth of her parentage. While she didn't worry about Anthony ever revealing their secret, she did worry that someway, somehow it might come out. Yet, when Anthony entered the room with their child, those worries left her upon seeing the happiness on both of her children's faces.

"Here ya go," Anthony said softly to the baby as he passed her to their mother. "Here's mommy. She'll feed you now."

Terri adjusted her grip on Andrea and held her up to a breast to feed. "You know, she's very much like you were as a baby. You had a voracious appetite and she does, too. With the twins, it was like I had to force them to eat. But the two of you... I have to pull her off just like I did you."

"Like father, like daughter, I guess," Anthony said as he settled in next to his mother to watch Andrea feed. Though they were both still naked, there was nothing erotic about the moment. Anthony simply enjoyed the rare moment of being together with his two favorite females. For just a little while he could enjoy the feeling of what it was like to be a dad, to have a family. Yet at the same time, he knew that he was essentially nothing more than a sperm donor. He was not Andrea's dad, that was Domenic, his own dad. He would never be anything more than a brother to her, though he would be as close to her as possible.

After Andrea was fed, burped, and changed, they put her in the bassinet in the bedroom for another nap then went to shower.

Under the spray, Anthony took his time cleaning his mother's body. His soapy hands moved over her body washing her clean of the smell of their sex while at the same time enjoying the feel of her smooth, warm skin. As his hands moved between her thighs, he heard her breath hitch as he grazed her furry mound. Spurred on by the sound, he rinsed his hand of the soap and began to play around her swollen lips. With more care than he had used earlier, he kneeled down and began to explore her folds. He ran a finger lightly along her slit, feeling the heat from inside seeping out. Pushing inside slightly, he could feel her moist inner flesh practically burning around the probing digit. There was also the lingering slickness of their sex and after gathering some of it on his finger, he pulled it out to get a glimpse of it. Though it was quickly washed away by the cascading water, he was able to briefly witness the sight of his degrading cum mixed with his mother's vaginal fluids. Diverted from his task of washing her skin, he pressed two fingers inside her wanting to pull more of their essence out. This time, before the water could claim it, he moved his mouth close to the entrance and moved his fingers from her directly into his mouth. A moan left him upon tasting himself on her. Though he had only orally serviced her once, he immediately recognized the slightly sweet and metallic flavor of his mother's pussy. Mixed with it was the unquestionably bitter and salty taste of his cum. Combined, it was a perfectly balanced flavor that was unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

Terri felt Anthony guide her so she was facing a wall, then he spread her legs and stuck his between them from behind. Though she had sensed what was coming, a surprised cry of pleasure left her when she felt Anthony press his mouth to her pussy and begin to eat her. With a combination of fingers and tongue, he pulled their combined sex fluids out of her while his nose gently worried her clit occasionally. Loud wet and slurping sounds echoed through the tiled room over the sound of the water spraying out of the shower head. In all the years that Domenic had gone down on her, not once had it been after sex. And while it had been over an hour since Anthony had fucked her, the thought of him—her son—eating his own cum out of her wet pussy helped push her into a soft but satisfying orgasm.

This time, instead of shoving his hard cock into her, Anthony continued to massage his mother's pussy through her orgasm. He could feel it pulsing around his fingers and tongue and was surprised to feel a small rush of fluid that dripped down his fingers and onto his tongue. Glancing up, he saw her head was tossed back in a silent scream as her chest heaved gasping for air. Only when her breathing calmed and it looked like she had regained control did he pull his head out from between her legs to stand behind her. With no warning, he slid his throbbing cock into her and after moving his hands around to her front to palm her heavy tits, he pulled back and immediately set up a fast pace fucking her. The sound of their flesh slapping together bounced off the walls and competed with his mother's stuttered moans.

Unlike earlier, this fuck was for him. Anthony was in charge this time and as he moved a hand to grab her hair to pull her head back so he could kiss her mouth, he felt no qualms about taking her body and using it for his own pleasure. While he acknowledged that she was his mother and deserved respect, he was also a man with needs. Though the pressure in his balls had been relieved earlier, his cock ached to be used to its fullest. It wanted to feel the fast friction of their flesh rubbing together, to feel her pussy spreading around him. He needed to hear the almost pained groans from his rough thrusting. Releasing her from the kiss, he moved the hand from her head to between her legs to rub her clit and feel his hardness pushing into her. Hearing her cries become almost keening sounds, he moved his lips to speak directly into one of her ears and slowed his hips.

"I understand that sometimes it's good to go slow," he said recalling their earlier conversation. "But when I say I need to fuck you, I mean I need to fuck you. I will never not give you what you want. You're my mother, for fuck's sake. I could never say no to you. But at the same time, you need to respect the fact that I'm not the kid I used to be, the kid who was so in awe of his beautiful mother that he would do anything for her without asking for anything in return. It might only be a year that we've been doing this, but after putting a baby in you that I can never claim, I've grown up quite a bit. I need you to respect me as the man you raised me to be."

Anthony heard his mother gasp before her body shuddered with a deep, prolonged orgasm. Continuing to play with her clit, he increased the speed of his hips again, slamming into her with determination. This time when his cock began to fill her, he felt none of the hesitation that had characterized his prior couplings with his mother. With his speech, he had come to fully own his masculinity and manhood. He was now a man doing to a woman what nature intended, incest or no. The feral, primal part of him drove his hips to continue thrusting into her with each shot, needing to make sure that his seed was placed as deeply into as possible. The rational part of him knew he shouldn't be hoping to impregnate her again, but that part only spoke to him in a whisper.

After taking a moment to catch their breaths, Terri pulled away from Anthony and turned to face him. After giving him a deep kiss, she said, "Anthony, honey, I do respect you. I always have and I always will. I fully understand and accept that you are not a child anymore, but you need to understand that you will always be my baby. I know you're a man—if nothing else, Andrea is proof of that—and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel otherwise."

"I know," Anthony said with some remorse. "I think it was something I had to say for myself. It just finally hit me that I'm not a kid anymore."

"No, baby, you're not."

After finishing their shower, they went downstairs, bringing Andrea with them, to watch TV and await the return of the others.

Once the twins finished relaying the fun they had, Domenic asked his wife while looking between her and Anthony, "Did you have a nice afternoon?"

"We did," Terri responded with a relaxed smile. "At least I did. I don't how he enjoyed taking care of his mother and a baby all afternoon instead of being out with his friends."

Trying to keep the twinkle out of his eyes, Anthony said, "Anytime you want me to take care of you, I'll be happy to do it."

"You're a good kid," Domenic said. "Your mother's lucky to have you around."

"I really am," Terri replied then gave Anthony a maternal kiss on the cheek. "And he might be our baby, but he's not a kid anymore, Dom."





Terri and Anthony Ch. 06 - Epilogue





No sex. Dad has a conversation with his engaged son.


Anthony stared in horror at his mother. "Mom. If you love me even just a little, please don't."

Terri openly ignored her son. "And then, wearing a pair of my heels and a dress, he proceeded to sing all of Belle's songs. He loved that movie so much that I thought he'd try to move to France and find a beast to marry."

"Oh, Tony, honey," Lauren, Anthony's fiance, said with sad amusement as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. She laughed openly when he pouted and pushed her away. "I bet you made a beautiful Belle. Did you like being a pretty, pretty princess?"

"Terri," Domenic said with a warning tone. "Don't embarrass our son. You're the kid's mother, you're supposed to be protecting him."

"You're right," Terri said. To Anthony she said, "I'm sorry."

Anthony glared at her. "No, you're not."

"I'm not," Terri admitted with a laugh.

Domenic smiled. "If you want to tell more embarrassing stories, at least wait until I take him away to tell her about the time he went running through the store without his diaper."

"Dad!" As Lauren laughed louder, Anthony let himself be led away by his father. "Why?"

"Because it's fun. And we like her."

Anthony reluctantly let a smile pull at his lips. "I like her, too."

They made their way through the assembled friends and family at the engagement party being thrown in the honor of Lauren and Anthony. Once outside, Domenic guided his oldest son to a secluded table. As they sat, he said, "I wanted to talk to you for a little bit just to make sure you're ready for marriage. It's a big thing."

"I know. But I really love her."

"I don't doubt that at all. I can tell. And it's obvious she loves you, too. But marriage is about more than love. It's about hate, because there are day's you'll wake up and hate each other. You'll be tired of seeing each other and having the same arguments and want to run away but you can't because marriage is about more than that moment. It's about trust. Trusting that no matter what, she loves you as much as you love her and that nothing she's doing is meant to hurt you."

Anthony felt slightly offended that his father might be thinking Lauren was deceiving him. "Of course I trust her. She would never lie to me and I wouldn't lie to her."

Domenic narrowed his eyes and met his son's with an intensity Anthony had not seen directed his way since the last time he was grounded by the man.

"Never say never," Domenic said tightly then took a sip of his drink. "And I'm not talking only about outright lies, it's about secrets. Not just the secrets that you'll have between each other as a couple against the world. There are also the secrets that you'll keep from each other. Sometimes you'll find out one of her secrets or she'll learn one of yours. In that moment you have to decide whether it's worth confronting or keeping. You have to love and trust her enough to keep secret the fact that you've learned one of her secrets, knowing that it's not meant to hurt you."

Anthony gave his father a strange look, not quite following. "That doesn't really make sense. How can I keep a secret from her that she already knows?"

"Let me illustrate with a story. Purely hypothetical. So, you get married and start having children. After having a boy and then a set of twins, you decide that you should wait to have more kids even though your wife really wants more. You realize that you can't afford it and things are tight and more children, while great, would not be prudent. So, without your wife's knowledge, you go have a vasectomy. She starts to wonder why she can't conceive any more when it'd been so easy in the past, but doesn't make too big of a deal about it because if it were meant to be, it would happen. It bothers you seeing your wife unhappy, but you know for you family's well-being it's for the best.

"Years go by and finances turn around and you think about having the procedure reversed but never get around to it because you travel so much for work. Next thing you know, your kids are all teenagers and having a baby approaching forty seems crazy. Then, suddenly, your wife tells you she's pregnant. You're excited, happy to hear it but again the age thing rears its head and you go to have your vasectomy redone. The doctors run tests first to make sure that the prior one had, indeed, reversed itself and you find out that you're still shooting blanks."

Upon hearing that, Anthony's eyes went wide with the knowledge that his father knew that Andrea was not his.

Intentionally misinterpreting Anthony's reaction, Domenic continued, "I know. It's hard to believe that a guy would keep all of that from his wife, but it happens. Anyway, you start to wonder who it was and why it happened, what you had done to drive your wife into another man's arms but then you notice little things around you. Lingering glances, silent jokes. And when the baby comes, the father tries to hide his paternity but does a bad job of it. You're oddly happy he wants to be a part of the new kid's life but it's obvious he knows he has to keep his distance. And it all doesn't anger you—you do have moments of rage from the deception but move passed it—because you realize your wife is happy. Both with her new child and her lover. So, though you know she's cheated on you and obviously is having a long-term relationship that you don't quite understand, you accept it because you realize it might not have happened if you hadn't had that vasectomy and weren't spending so much time travelling. So you keep her secret and even go far as to find ways and reasons for her to have time alone with the other guy when he's around. You even suggest that your wife start taking birth control due to the 'sudden' realization that the two of you could possibly still have a child at such a late stage in your lives."

Anthony felt the growing pit of discomfort in his stomach turn to lead.

Domenic took a breath. "And while most guys would probably, understandably, resent the infant, you don't. You realize she didn't do anything to deserve anyone's anger. Hell, more than anyone else in the scenario, she's completely innocent. So you claim her as your own and wonder how a guy could relinquish his child so easily. Granted, you recognize that it's probably harder for the other guy than it looks, but as someone who already has three kids, you can't imagine ever giving up on one of them. No matter what they do," Domenic added tightly.

Anthony let his eyes fall to the table feeling acute embarrassment and remorse from his father's pointed words.

"You vow to raise that little girl and protect her so that she never knows the truth. You know that having that secret come out would only do more harm than good. And to yourself, you promise to rain down holy hell on anyone that tries to take that little girl from you. You might not have been the one to provide the DNA—though in a warped way you did—but you are her dad, the one she calls to for protection, the one she snuggles up with at night. And if anyone, be it your wife or the father of that child, tries to change that, you know you'll bring to bear every item at your disposal to ruin them. Not out of malice or anger, but in order to keep that little girl safe. She deserves a quiet life surrounded by family that loves her every bit as much as the other children and there would be nothing to be gained by having the truth come out.

"So that's my long-winded, completely fabricated story about how you might have to keep a secret for and from your wife that she already knows," Domenic said finishing with a relaxed sigh.

"Dad," Anthony said softly still not meeting his father's eyes. "I'm—"

"Hey," Domenic cut his son off. "Look at me." He waited until Anthony reluctantly raised his eyes before continuing. "It's a work of fiction, okay? And a story that stays between the two of us. No one else needs to hear about your father's tall tales. But, sometimes that's the nature of secrets, they just beget more secrets. That's life. And marriage. And you need to make sure you love Lauren enough to handle something like that if it comes up. Admittedly, it's difficult to imagine something like that ever happening, but life throws you curve balls occasionally and you have to know how to bat them away and make it look effortless. Okay?"

"Okay."

Domenic downed his drink then stood. "Let's head back inside. I need a refill."

Anthony stood and tensed reflexively when his father placed an arm around his shoulder.

"Relax," Domenic said softly. "I love you, son. I always will. There might be times when I don't like you but I will always be your father and you my son."

"Dad!"

Both men turned to the sound of seven-year-old Andrea's voice and saw the girl approaching with a pout. "Mom won't let me have another piece of cake."

Domenic awkwardly scooped up the girl. "How many have you had?"

"Only three," Andrea said quietly, knowing she was already well passed her limit.

"Well, I guess we should make it an even four. But only if you promise not to tell your mother. Our secret."

"Okay." Andrea said excitedly. To Anthony she said, "You're still coming over tomorrow to play, right?"

"Of course I am," Anthony replied. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You're my favorite little girl."

"You're lucky to have a great big brother like Anthony," Domenic said to her. "He's a good guy."

With a twinkle in his eyes, Anthony added, "And if you ever need to complain about Mom or Dad, you can come to me."

Domenic gave her a teasing glare. "But you won't complain about me because I'm giving you cake, right?"

Andrea nodded emphatically. "Right. You're the best dad in the whole world. I would never complain about you."

Anthony felt a brief twinge of sadness hearing Andrea call his father the best dad in the world. It was not because she was in effect insulting him, she had no knowledge that she was. It was because Domenic was, indeed, the best father in the world.

Slowly pinballing his way through the crowd, Anthony made his way back to his fiance. While he felt some guilt after his conversation with his father, he knew that he loved Lauren enough to handle whatever it was that she tossed his way. And though there was no chance of her finding out his secrets, he hoped she loved him enough to do the same.

Sometime later as the party was winding down, Domenic walked up to the couple.

"Your mother is ready to leave but I want to hang out for a bit and talk to Lauren and her parents," Domenic said to Anthony. "If Lauren doesn't mind, would you give her a ride home? I'll follow with Andrea later, probably stop at a drive-thru to get her something else to eat. Tell her the twins are going out with your cousins so they won't be home until we're probably all in bed."

"That's fine," Lauren said quickly. "My parents have been trying to get me alone all night as well. They can give me a ride and annoy the hell out of me in the car."

Anthony met his father's eyes. For the first time he could see in them the knowledge that the man was giving him and his mother the time and space to have sex and he felt guilt about it unlike anything he had felt since he first started having sex with his mother. "Dad, um—"

"Anthony, please don't keep your mother waiting. She needs the time alone with you. It's not every day your firstborn gets engaged. I'll see you later." Domenic pulled his son into a hug and whispered into his ear, "It's okay. Really."

After giving Lauren a kiss, Anthony went to find his mother. "Dad said you were ready to leave. If you want, I'll take you home because he wants to talk to the Walkers."

"Are you sure?" Terri looked surprised. She didn't mind the lift but expected Anthony to want to spend time with his fiance, friends and soon to be in-laws.

"Of course," Anthony replied without hesitating. He might have been hesitant in the face of his father's knowledge but seeing his mother in front of him, he couldn't deny his desire to be alone with her. And later on his parents' bed, all of the guilt melted away as he demonstrated to his mother that she would always be his first love.





