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He sat back and looked down at her, sweat on his chest and forehead from the exertion.

"Turns out I like having my nipples played with," he said, with a slight pant.

She smirked. "Turns out. I'll have to remember that."

She watched him pull the condom off and tie it before tossing it in the wastebasket and laying down next to her.

They cuddled up close, naked and entwined.

"I am going to have to get on the pill, I think. There's no way we're using condoms forever," she said quietly.

He nodded, lazily tracing his finger around one of her nipples.

"Also, we need to get going or I'll be late for work." So saying, she got up and went to his shower before realizing he didn't have anything for her to use there. She walked down the hall to the bathroom she shared with Bill.

Just as she got to the door and opened it, she was face to face with her husband coming out. He was showered and dressed, looking fresh and handsome. She felt a trace of the old attraction she'd felt towards him. She smiled tentatively, not sure if he still felt the same way as yesterday, now that she'd spent the night with Jake again.

He smiled brightly at her, and she let out an invisible sigh of relief. "Hey, morning! You look..." he paused to look down and she realized she was still naked. She fought the impulse to cover herself with her hands. He continued, "...like you need a shower."

Sam felt her cheeks flush and nodded, stepping aside to let him pass. He leaned in and bussed her cheek, murmuring, "You're glowing. I'm happy you're happy." And then he walked out of the bedroom, humming to himself. Clearly, he was happy too.

She jumped into the shower and quickly washed up, getting ready for work. Despite the brief awkwardness of running into Bill while naked with Jake's sweat covering her, she was in a good mood. A morning fuck will do that for a person, she thought.

The rest of her day was spent in the same glow that Bill had noticed.

***

Jake was equally happy. He only had 8 days of school left, he was fucking a gorgeous woman, and his confidence was sky high. He spent the day ignoring teachers, laughing with friends and generally floating on a cloud of euphoria.

He was happy his Mom had spent the night, not just because of the sex but because he so enjoyed being with her. Her presence was like a drug he never wanted to quit.

His friend Rusty noticed.

"Hey man, what's with you? Are you getting some?" his friend asked in the afternoon between class.

"Whattaya mean? Getting what?" he replied, knowing exactly what Rusty meant.

"You know. Sex. You're acting like my parents do after they have a date night." Rusty shuddered, clearly upset at the thought of his parent having sex.

"Who would I be having sex with? I'm just happy, okay? High School is almost over! 7 more days after today. What's not to be happy about?"

Rusty gave him a skeptical look before shrugging. "Hey you want to come over this Friday? My sister's friends are coming over for a 'sleepover'."

Rusty's sister was in college and her friends were very hot. Rusty and Jake wasted no opportunities to spend time around them. Unsurprisingly, the thought of being frustrated by half-dressed college girls didn't entice him like it once would have.

"Nah, I can't. I would normally, in a heartbeat, but I promised my Mom I'd go to a movie with her." His heart beat a thump at the lie. It was pretty flimsy; he'd never gone to the movies with his Mom before.

"You're going to a movie with your MOM!?! Dude, what's wrong with you? Please tell me you're kidding."

"No, she's all worried I'll leave her now that school is over and is getting all clingy. I had to promise."

"Whatever, if you change your plans you know where I'll be."

"Yeah, thanks. I'll let you know." Jake turned to walk to his class, wondering if Rusty had really bought it.

After class was done Jake hustled to the bus stop, anxious to make his way home. On the way there Rusty called after him.

"Hey Jake! Wait up!" Rusty trotted to catch up to Jake and said, "Hey, what movie are you going to on Friday? With your Mom." He said the last bit with contempt.

"I'm not sure, she was going to pick. Why?"

"I had a great idea. You know Terry, that red headed chick?"

Jake nodded that he knew the 'chick' in question.

"Well, I had a great idea. I asked her out a while ago but she didn't want to go out with me alone. So, I thought we could go with you and your Mom. She can't possibly protest about being on a date with an adult there." Rusty looked proud enough to have invented sliced bread.

Jake swallowed nervously. This was getting out of hand. He panicked a bit, and said, "Sure, yeah, that's fine. Like I say, I don't know which movie we're going to. You might not like it."

Rusty rolled his eyes. "Man, where is your head? I'm not going to actually watch the movie. This is a chance to get to second base."

"Come on Rusty, you can't make out with some girl at the movies with my Mom with us."

"That's where you're wrong. We'll sit behind you two. Your Mom's not going to turn around to look at us, but we're close enough to count as being there together."

Jake couldn't protest any more without making it weird. "Ok, whatever. Have you asked Terry yet?"

"Nope, going to do that right now. I'll let you know tomorrow if it's a go."

"Kay, later then." Jake walked to the bus stop with a much slower tread, not at all enthused about where this was going.

At home, when his Mom came home, he asked her if she could go to the movies with him that Friday.

***

Sam's heart flipped a bit when Jake asked her to the movies. What was this? A date? She asked him and he explained it all. How he had used movies as an excuse to get out of ogling girls at Rusty's house, but now he wanted to come along to the fictional outing.

"You really painted yourself into a corner, didn't you?" she asked.

He nodded glumly. "I couldn't think of a way to get out of it without saying the whole movie thing was a lie, but then how could I tell him that I'd rather hang out with my sexy Mom at home than look at some college girls?"

Sam blushed at his words. "I'm hardly in my prime anymore, Jake. I won't mind if you want to check out some sexy girls." The lie made her sad.

"Oh Mom, you know that's not true. I'd rather look at you any day. Plus, you let me touch you." Jake smiled a sly smile at her.

She laughed, relieved that he hadn't thrown her aside at the first hint of a girl close to his age. She supposed it would happen eventually, but for now she intended to keep him close.

"So, you want to go on a date with me, do you? What movie are you taking me to?"

"I told Rusty it was your choice."

He seemed glum still, so she tried to perk him up a bit. She sidled closer to him, feathering her fingers along his neck. "My choice, hmmmm?" She put her face next to his, letting him feel her cheek on his, before tilting her head to give an open-mouthed kiss on his neck. She swirled her tongue on his skin and left with a distinct suction noise.

"Did I ever tell you I give a mean hickey?" she asked.

"Moooooom, we can't do that kind of thing, Rusty and Terry will be behind us."

"No? Okay, well we'll see. I want to go to the new Jurassic Park movie. Make sure it's in IMAX."

Jake nodded, clearly not seeing where she was going with that pick.

***

The next two days sped by in a whirl of sex, condoms, pool play and cuddling. Jake tried to bury his anxiety about the double date with Rusty. Finally, the day arrived.

"Mom, seriously, if you want to cancel tonight, it's okay. I don't see us having a good time with Rusty and his date along."

Jake was miserable. He didn't want to go to the movie, but his Mom seemed happy to go along. She had refused to even think about cancelling, going so far as to coordinate what they wore tonight. She was in a black skirt that went to her knees with a red button-up blouse that covered her neck. He was in a red t-shirt and black shorts. He thought they looked ridiculous and wasn't sure how he would explain their matching motifs to Rusty.

As his Mom drove to pick up Rusty and his date at her house, he kept going over scenarios of how they could ditch the other pair. Pull the fire alarm? Fake a diarrhea spell? Claim he'd seen the movie already? They all seemed like the sitcom plots.

He tried to dissociate himself but eventually they were there. His Mom and Terry seemed to be getting along great, while Jake and Rusty hung behind. At one point, his Mom glanced at him and dropped back to wrap her arm around his. Rusty took the opportunity to join Terry.

She whispered into his ear, "Hey. I thought this was what you wanted. Us out and about, acting like a couple. You can't mope back here, babe."

Reluctantly he whispered back, "I am not moping. I just don't see how we can act like a couple without getting caught and outed. Rusty has a big mouth, if we do anything abnormal, the whole school will know about it."

He felt more than saw her smile as they walked. "You let me worry about that, okay? Try to have a good time."

He nodded into the dark, not sure if she saw his response. As they made their way to the specific theatre in the multiplex, he saw his Mom sidle up to Terry and talk to her closely. When she was done, she glanced back at him and dropped a sly wink. What was she up to?

When they got to the aisle where he and his Mom were to sit, she stopped and said, "Which seats do you all have?"

The arrangement was shown to be Terry and Rusty behind him and his Mom. His Mom didn't seem to like that. She said, "I want to sit with my new best friend. We'll take the back seats; you two guys sit in front of us."

He looked at Rusty, who looked back with a 'help me' expression. He nodded to his Mom. "Okay, sounds good." He walked to his seat.

Behind him he heard Rusty let out an exasperated sigh. "Don't you want to sit with me, Terry?" he heard Rusty say in a stage whisper. Clearly she indicated 'no' and so Rusty joined Jake, muttering to himself about college girls and his sister.

"Sorry, man. You brought this on yourself. My Mom likes to do things her own way."

Rusty didn't even acknowledge him. Jake made himself comfortable and watched the opening trailers and commercials, more comfortable with the situation than he'd been for days. He should have known his Mom would take care of it.

Once the movie started in earnest, it wasn't long before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He felt a mouth come close to his ear and then a voice whispered, "Hey, change places with Terry, okay? I think she needs some male company."

Jake looked behind him to see his Mom gesturing to Terry, that they should swap. Terry looked amenable. He looked at Rusty, who was clearly into the movie now. He quickly stood up and used his seat to step up to the next row, and then held the seat for Terry to step down. Within seconds they had completed the swap, and now he was sitting with his Mom behind Terry and Rusty. Clever girl.

He looked at his Mom and leaned over to whisper in her ear, but she just brushed him off, pointing at the screen. Hmph. Fine. He proceeded to watch the next ten minutes of the movie, getting more and more absorbed, until he felt a light touch on his crotch. He looked down and saw his Mom's hand casually draped over his thigh, her fingers brushing against his dick in his shorts.

He looked over at her, but she seemed to be engaged in the on-screen action. Figuring it could definitely be seen as innocent, he lifted his arm and draped it over her shoulder. Classic move, he thought with a smug smile. He also looked to the screen for diversion.

Before long he felt his Mom's hand move, starting to squeeze and massage his thigh. Nothing overt, nothing fast. Just slow, small movements. The thing was, her hand was close enough to his dick that he could feel her movements. That led to a response, and soon his dick was snaking down his leg, closer to her hand. He thought he even spotted the moment she felt his dick burrow under her hand as it grew. She froze, and then resumed the slow movement, this time with an emphasis on his dick in particular. Jake thought he might be in heaven.

As his snake continued to grow, and his Mom's hand continued to massage, he dropped his own hand down over her chest. Now instead of just holding her shoulder, he was holding her breast, as casually as if he'd always done so. Jake felt his heart rate increase as the sense of danger did. What if Rusty turned around now? What if he was caught with his Mom's boob in his hand? And yet it didn't stop him from groping and massaging, just as she was doing to his dick.

After a few minutes of his, his Mom used her other hand to take his off her chest, and around her head. Jake tried to contain his disappointment; he knew that she might shut him down, they couldn't go too far after all. She finished by placing his hand on her own lap, but as she let his hand go, she briefly pushed his hand down, the pressure transferring to her groin.

Jake took the hint. He started to push down on her pelvis, feeling how her flesh moved under his hand. At one point, when glancing down from the movie screen, he saw that her skirt had ridden up a bit. Nothing too alarming, just her knees were now visible. Were they always visible?

He kept looking down now, trying to figure out if her skirt had moved up. He determined that it wasn't moving now...but maybe it could be persuaded to move. He kept his eyes on the screen as he grabbed the hem of her skirt and moved it towards her crotch. His movements were slow and deliberate, and for each bit of flesh he exposed, he explored. Knee, thigh and then further up. As he reached her panties, his hand now under her skirt, he felt her spread her legs wide.

Jake glanced around quickly to see if anyone else was watching, but they were alone on their aisle, and no one behind them. As he ran his fingers over her mound, he noted with glee that she was wearing the sheer panties he had bought her. He ran his finger from her clit down as far as he could go, feeling the heat and moisture seeping through. It seemed that as carefully as she was watching the movie, this caress was not something she could ignore, and he was right. He heard her let out a small breath, a sigh, an exhalation that only a lover would recognize, barely audible over the sound of the dinosaurs on screen. A testament to the arousal she was feeling as he ran his hands over her.

Jake was torn. He was aware of Rusty and Terry just one row in front of them, but also didn't care. He was experiencing his mother's desire in a public setting for the first time and it was as intoxicating as anything they had done so far. He could no more stop moving his fingers over her pussy in its sheer prison than he could stop breathing. He wanted nothing more than to drench himself in her sexuality, feeling every clench of every muscle as she reacted to his touch.

He pushed his fingers into her panties but she quickly slammed her legs closed. Sensing her head turned to him, he pulled his hand out, and she eased her legs open again. So that was the boundary. He accepted it and renewed his touching, adding a teasing element to it. Light touches, caresses. Stopping for a time before starting again in a new location. He enjoyed it much more than the movie.

At one point his Mom put her head on his shoulder and held on to his arm, caressing it. Anyone seeing would clearly take it for affection, but there was no one looking. She kept her hand on his leg, never doing more than squeezing and rubbing. It kept him incredibly hard throughout, and it started to get painful near the end of the movie. He hoped his Mom wouldn't leave him with blue balls. As the movie ended, they straightened up. He looked over at his Mom and sucked his fingers to remove the moisture that covered them.

They got home after the movie and found that the extensive teasing resulted in fast and hard orgasms for them both. Neither complained as they fell asleep, cuddled up close.

***

Sam woke up feeling like she could laze the day away, having sex with her son in bed on a quiet Saturday. That was a pleasant thought, but also one that resulted in nothing getting done around the house. She was all for a day of sex, but maybe, just maybe, if she made Jake work for it a bit, it'd be all the sweeter. She stealthily got out of his bed and left, going to shower and dress for chores.

Thinking of the night before, the skirt had been a fun way to give Jake access to her fun parts. Maybe she could continue the free access. She found a shorter skirt and didn't bother with panties. The loose fabric flowing on her naked skin was a new sensation. As she put on a sport bra and tank top, she remembered that she couldn't be too open with her goods. Last night they'd used the last of the condoms, so she needed to get more. Maybe Jake could get them this time?

Downstairs she looked for Bill but he seemed to be out. He was certainly taking advantage of the new situation with his coworker, she thought. Oh well, good for him. It was what allowed her to be with Jake.

She spent a bit picking up around the house before moving to the kitchen. It was the messiest. No one had done any dishes in several days. Sam didn't really like washing dishes but wasn't opposed to it either. She liked to put on headphones and listen to music while she worked.

A few minutes into the dishes she was wiping a plate when she was startled to feel someone hug her from behind. And something else was hugged...

***

Jake examined the situation. His sexy Mom was doing dishes with headphones on, swaying in time with the music. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, giving her a firm good-morning hug. He was wearing some light shorts but still his morning hardon pushed into her butt, and he delighted in how his dick parted her ass cheeks. He pushed harder, digging himself deeper, letting her butt hug his dick.

"Morning, Mom," he said.

He looked over his Mom's shoulder to where she had her hands buried in the water. She was washing efficiently, her movements causing her butt to sway back and forth, rubbing on his dick.

"Can I help?" he asked.

"SURE," she said, too loud because of the headphones.

He laughed and popped one side of the headphones up. "You're yelling. What can I do?"

She smiled and gestured to a towel nearby. "You can dry, thanks."

He went to step away from her, but looking down at where they were joined, decided against it. Maybe he could have some fun. He stepped back enough to free his dick from her ass and then dropped his shorts, letting his dick bob in front of him. He ran his hands over her bottom, caressing it downwards until he got to the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up and gathered it at her waist.

He smiled wickedly as he saw she wasn't wearing panties. His dick lurched. His Mom turned her head and looked at him with a question in her eyes until she saw him naked behind her. She smiled and turned back to the sink.

Jake took his time fondling her soft, generous, pale ass cheeks, even going to so far as to smack them a little. His Mom put her head down at the sink, stopping moving. She was waiting for something?

He ran one hand from the top of her butt, down her crack and under, eventually caressing her pussy lips. His finger split them and he felt some moisture there. He ran his hand back up, roaming all over her ass before diving back down between her legs again. This time he felt more moisture. He again ran his fingers between them, digging between her lips a bit before pulling out and going roaming again.

Jake couldn't get much of his hand between her legs, and so dropped to his knees. At this height behind her, he could get a close-up view of her voluptuous ass. It was so smooth, her skin creamy. He couldn't resist kissing one of her cheeks, then the other. He tapped one ankle and tried to move her leg aside, to give himself room to explore. She obliged, moving her leg and letting him get his whole hand on her pussy.It was heaven for him. She was so wet that his hand slipped through her labia easily. He moved from back to front, rubbing her clit one second and then inserting a finger into her pussy the next. He started spreading her juices further back until he had lubed up her puckered back door as well. His route now started at her clit with some firm fingers rubbing back and forth before moving to insert inside of her and then ending with rimming around her butthole. Jake didn't stop spreading her hot pussy fluid around until the area between her legs was coated in it. The smell spread through the kitchen, and each time he breathed in it was like a shot of aphrodisiac.

His Mom's torso had slowly been sinking further and further down to the sink and now she was full bent over, her legs spread to give him room. Between her legs he could see her breasts in her top and her hair dangling around her face. Her eyes were clenched shut.

Seeing an opportunity, he bent down and moved his face close to her butt. Her heat and feminine smell wafted over him. He moved closer until he was breathing on her pussy. He heard her give a quiet 'oh fuck' and she then dropped her chest even lower, presenting her pussy to him. He smiled and gripped her thighs, one to a hand before extending his tongue to give her wet pussy lips a light lick. A taste. A caress she would surely feel, but be too fleeting to be satisfying. He proceeded to move his taste from spot to spot, from her clit to her lips. He slowly extended the amount of time he licked her, lasting up to a second per lick now. Jake's efforts were rewarded with sighs and deep breaths from his Mom. He noticed something interesting as he was exploring her. Each time he touched her pussy with his tongue, she clenched. He placed his tongue at her entrance and burrowed the tip in her, then roamed slowly up, his tongue tip travelling over her slick skin until he reached her back entrance.

He heard her gasp and she clenched up again when he started to move his tongue around and around her asshole. He moved one hand from her leg, and met no resistance when he located the entrance to her pussy by feel and then pushed two fingers inside of her, sawing them back and forth. His Mom cried out and started quivering, her legs shaking. He felt her pussy grip his fingers tightly, squeezing them in a vice grip. He kept this up, fucking her with his hand while licking her.

He alternated his pressure, and finally he was rewarded with the sound of his Mom crying out, "OHFUUUUCKJAKE!!!"

All he could do now was to hold on as his Mom went into a full-on convulsion, cum squirting out of her, dripping down his arm. Her orgasm went on and on, his fingers still stroking inside of her, his tongue roaming around her backside until eventually she went limp. He took his fingers out of her and then started just gently caressing her pussy with his tongue. Up and down, lightly. His Mom moaned and held on the counter.

Jake couldn't hold back any longer. His dick was an iron rod, jutting from his groin. He stood up and caressed his Mom's ass, sidling up behind her until his dick was pressing into the entrance of her pussy. He could feel the warm, wet entrance kiss the head of his dick, but the lack of a condom made him pause. He wanted nothing more than to plunge full length inside of her, feel her spread around him as he fucked into her, but he wasn't going to.

He had a thought. She had mentioned going on the pill. Maybe she was protected? Maybe he could fuck her bareback, as he so desperately wanted.

He grabbed his shaft and lazily used his head as a massager, painting it between her lips. He decided it couldn't hurt to ask if she was protected, and said, "Hey, Mom, is this okay?"

***

Sam hung on to the counter, her head down, mouth still open as she recovered from the orgasm her son's mouth and fingers had given her. Her pussy still radiated pleasure throughout her body.

She was not really paying attention to what he was doing when he stood up and grabbed her hips until she felt his cock come into contact with the entrance of her vagina. They were out of condoms, and she knew he knew that. She hoped that he was just teasing. Maybe she could give him a blowjob?

She almost stood upright when she felt his cock moving between her labia, hitting her clit. The touch was too distracting. She heard him ask, "Hey, Mom, is this okay?"

It was more than okay. She nodded her head. She felt him readjust his stance and then cried out as he buried himself inside of her in one thrust. She heard him cry out at the same time as she did, as they both recalled how wonderful he felt inside her without a condom. She felt him split her in the way only his cock could, his ridges and veins rippling along the nerves at her entrance. She had been missing this, a fertile Man Cock inside of her, its head at the entrance to her womb, where it could do the job it was made to do.

A thought pressed through her sex-induced haze. Should he be doing this? She almost abandoned the thought as he started to piston into her. She got lost in the feel of him fucking her. She could feel his warmth, his skin on her skin. His hands on her hips, holding her as he fucked her pussy. The thought floated to the surface again. Why no condom? Who cared? This was what she wanted anyways, to hell with those awful rubbers.

Sam closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his power as thrust into her, the head of his cock reaching her cervix before pulling back to jangle the nerves at her entrance. She could feel the texture of his cock as he rammed it into her over and over. She was still leaking juices from her orgasm and now they were coating his cock, soaking his balls. His full, heavy scrotum swung against her clit every time his pelvis met her ass. She imagined how much semen he shot when he came. She thought of his cock spitting his thick batter into her, and shuddered with pleasure. Her son's naked cock was capable of delivering his baby into her womb, right now. He was mating with her.

As each thought of Jake cumming inside her fertile pussy passed through her mind, Sam got more and more aroused. Between those thoughts and the cock pounding her, she had another powerful orgasm. Was this what she wanted? For her son to get her pregnant? The answering convulsion in her pussy as she gripped her son's cock was answer enough. She was a fertile woman. He was a virile man. If he came inside of her, they could make a baby in her belly. And she wanted it.

She started to whisper the thoughts as they came to her. Low at first but gaining in volume.

"My son is going to fuck a baby into me." She felt him push inside of her.

"My son is going to pump me full of his semen." She felt his cock hit her cervix with a kiss.

"My son is going to impregnate me with his baby, our baby." She felt his cock expand inside of her as he started to deliver his silvery bolts of semen directly into her womb.

"Fuck, Jake, yessss, that's it! You're giving me your baby!" This final bit was said at full volume, almost a yell.

Behind her, she heard her son grunt through his orgasm as his cock shot gobs of cum into her. She felt a burst of heat blossom in her belly, as if she could feel life taking form in her at that very moment. The thought brought on another mini-orgasm, causing her kegels to contract around him, milking his semen out of his cock and into her pussy.

Eventually Jake pulled out and stepped back, leaving her missing the feel of him inside of her. She stood up and turned around, joy in her heart. She looked at his face for the joy she herself felt but saw only confusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He tilted his head slightly, and said, "Why did you say that stuff about giving you a baby? Aren't you on the pill?"

Sam's heart froze in her chest. He thought she was on the pill. That's why he'd asked if it was okay. Not because he wanted to make a baby, but because he thought they were safe now.

"I... I'm not on the pill. I haven't gotten it yet. I... thought you were asking me if it was okay to fuck me bareback.

She watched him process this.

"Sooo, you said yes to me fucking you without a condom, or being on the pill... do you want me to impregnate you?"

At those words she felt an aching response in her nipples. She said, "I didn't understand what you were asking, and then you started fucking me, and then I didn't care... it just felt so good." She smiled to see the corresponding nod from him. "Then the thought that I could get pregnant took hold of my brain. Once it had formed, I realized I wanted it, and it was all I could think about. And still right now, all I want is for you to fuck a baby in me." The crude language set off pings of pleasure as she pictured him doing what she described.

His expression seemed to morph several times as he listened. She'd never been so anxious about a reaction before. The longer it went on, the more anxious she got until she realized something. His cock, which had been going limp ever since he pulled out, was now rock hard again. She looked down at it in astonishment, and then back up to his face.

"Does that...mean what I think it means?" she said, timidly pointing at his once again rampant Man Cock.

"I think it does. For some reason the thought of me making you pregnant is super hot to me."

"It's super hot to me too," she said. She felt something on her leg, and lifted up the skirt that had resumed being a skirt when she stood up. It revealed her red, swollen, pussy, glistening with her juices. Down her leg flowed a trail of semen as it drained out of her pussy.

"I think the first batch has been lost. Do you think you can make another?" she said, looking up at him.

In response, he gently took her hand and led her to his room, to make love to her all over again.

She was so tired afterwards that she drifted off to sleep with her womb saturated with her son's thick, potent sperm.

Jake lay on his side next to his Mom, watching her sleep. He smiled at how peaceful she looked. He placed his hand on her belly, careful not to wake her, imagining that his sperm was swimming to her egg to make a baby.

He hadn't really contemplated them going this far with the relationship. Part of him was not ready to be a father. Another part was excited to watch her belly grow with their child. Still another part worried what the outside world, and his Dad, would think about his Mom getting pregnant. Was she thinking of that stuff too, or did she have 'baby' on the brain?

One thing he couldn't deny, the thought of fucking his Mom and her getting pregnant was seriously erotic. His dick, laying on his thigh covered in their combined juices, twitched as if to agree. He would have zero issues with doing his part to satisfy her desire for his baby.

Rolling out of bed, he went to shower and put on a suit to swim in. He felt drained, but in a good way. A swim was just to take up some time and take his mind off of his Mom while he waited for her to wake up.

As he was heading downstairs, he met his Dad walking from the front door hallway. He felt the awkwardness between them rise up. He hadn't really spoken to his Dad since he'd found Mom in his bed.

"Oh...hey Dad," he said, quietly.

Bill looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Where's your Mom?" he asked.

Jake gestured upstairs. "She's taking a nap."

"Already? It's only 11 in the morning. What have you two been up to? Late nights?" He sounded inquisitive over accusatory.

Jake shook his head. "No late nights. We went to a movie last night but were home by ten."

"Oh yeah? What movie did you go to?"

"The new Jurassic Park."

"Oh, I was thinking of taking... um, Marcy to see it. How is it?" Bill's face went a bit red as he said 'her' name. Jake hadn't heard who he was seeing, and it wasn't a familiar name to him.

"Ummm...actually I don't know. I didn't pay much attention." Jake cleared his throat as he realized what he was admitting.

"Like that, was it? Did she show you how well she gives hickeys?" His Dad smirked a bit, knowingly.

Jake did not know what to say. Here he was having a casual conversation with his Dad about how well his Mom sucked neck.

"Ummm... she mentioned it, but didn't show me or anything."

"Ah, maybe next time. Are you two doing anything later?"

"No plans, not yet." Jake thought of this Mom in his bed upstairs, her pussy full of his cum, and decided not to mention the pregnancy plans. Talking to his Dad like this, he realized how many holes their plan of making a baby had. There could be difficulties.

"Okay, well I'm home all evening, Marcy has a family event going on. If you two want to watch a movie with me later, I promise not to listen to you on the loveseat this time."

Jake's already red face flushed hot all over as he realized what his Dad was saying. "Aaahhh, I'll ask her when she wakes up, but it sounds good to me."

"Great!" His Dad turned to the kitchen and Jake went out to swim, his mind racing.

***

Sam woke up after what felt like hours but only turned out to be 45 minutes. She felt refreshed, though, as if from a full night's sleep. She spent several moments laying in Jake's bed, basking in the memory of her time with him, until her brain kicked into plan mode. Plans for how she could possibly have a baby when Bill had a vasectomy, or even what people might say to a sudden pregnancy. The options didn't look good. Then she turned to plans for the pregnancy itself and for when she delivered, and she cheered right up again.

Tumbling out of bed, she felt some soreness in her groin from the fucking Jake had given her after her confession, and smiled. She anticipated having the same soreness for a while. Showering again, she put on new clothes. This time in a more revealing top, but shorts and panties. It was fun to switch things up.

As she got downstairs, she ran into Bill, finishing making a sandwich in the kitchen.

"Hey sleepyhead. Jake said you were napping. Do you want one of these?" He gestured to his plate.

All of a sudden Sam was starving. She nodded a firm yes, and then went about cleaning up the sink. It was still full of cold water and dishes.

"Looks like you got interrupted. I remember when I used to interrupt you like that."

Sam smiled at the memory of both this morning and the times Bill would 'interrupted' her. The most frequent was when they were trying to make the baby that would turn out to be Jake.

"Yes, I remember getting interrupted. It was very pleasant."

They continued in their activities in comfortable silence until Sam asked, "What if I got pregnant?"

She heard him stop moving as she stared at the sink. The silence continued until she looked over at him. He was looking back at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"It's just a thought. We've been careful, but accidents happen."

More silence as his eyes flitted over her face. Finally, he said, "You want that, don't you?"

So many years of living as man and wife meant they could read each other fairly well. She knew he was trying to understand. He knew she was saying more than her words.

She gave up the fear. In for a penny... "I do. I don't know why. I didn't want a baby before this all started. It's a very powerful feeling. I think...we'd need your help to pull it off."

Bill continued to stare. "I guess this is a bigger deal than I had assumed. I thought you'd get your affair with Jake out of your system and then both move on. But this. This is life-changing. It's huge. Are you sure you want this? Does he?"

Sam nodded at everything he said. "I'm not sure if he's thought of everything, but he says he wants it too. And I... well I want it more than anything."

Bill nodded once. "So, it has to seem like our baby, right? That's what you mean by needing my help?"

Sam smiled sadly. "If you leave me it'll be very odd for me to have a baby. I need you to stick around and say it's yours. Can you do that? If not, I'll stop right now, but I do so very much want his baby, Bill."

Bill sighed and then shrugged and turned back to making her a sandwich. "Well, like I say, I don't want to lose this life of ours. A baby won't be so bad." He turned a glare on her, mock serious. "But he's doing the midnight feedings and diaper changing!"

Sam's relief swept over her, the joy following soon after. Getting swept up in the heat of the moment was one thing. The sober reality of it all meant she'd needed Bill's help for her dream to come true.

As an afterthought, Bill said, "Oh, I told Jake we could all watch a movie tonight. I let him know that I'll be sure to ignore the sounds coming from the loveseat this time."

Sam's face went just as hot and red as her son's had earlier, and Bill smiled to see he'd hit home twice. She said, "Sure, that sounds like fun."

After her sandwich she changed into a swimsuit to join Jake but he wasn't in the pool any longer. He was on a lounger, eyes closed.

"Hey baby, all done swimming?" she asked, walking up to stand over him.

He shaded the sun from his eyes to look up at her. "Yeah. Turns out our morning activities took a bit out of me. Don't worry, I should be fine tonight."

"You mean tonight when we watch a movie with your Dad?"

"Oh right. I guess so. Did he tell you about hearing us on the loveseat last time?"

She nodded, a grimace on her face. "Yeah, I was sure we were quieter than that. But it explains why he was so calm when he found me in your bed. He'd known for a bit."

Jake laughed and said, "He was waiting to spring that one on us, wasn't he?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah I guess he was."

After a moment of just looking at each other, Sam said, "Listen, I had a talk with your father. I brought up the pregnancy thing."

Jake sat bolt upright on the lounger. "You did? What did he say?"

Sam gestured for him to calm down. "It's okay, it's okay! I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't trust him. It's all fine, he's going to say our baby is his."

"What about his vasectomy?"

Sam shrugged. "They're known to fail. We'll just say he has to go in for a redo, but we're happy with the new life joining us." She paused for dramatic effect. "He did say that you're the one getting up for midnight feedings. And you'll be changing diapers, not him."

She watched carefully for this dash of cold reality to register. She was glad to see it didn't even faze her son.

He nodded firmly and said, "Of course. My baby, my responsibility." He looked at her, directly in her eyes, and said, "I'm excited for this. To have you bear my child, to see your belly grow. To meet the new human we make. I can't wait."

Sam's heart ached at his sincerity. "I'm so glad to hear you say that. I can't wait either, and I know you'll be a fantastic father."

He grinned at the word 'father', and then ran his hand on her leg, rubbing up and down her outer thigh.

She looked at his groin and was not surprised to see the sleeping snake in his suit coming to life. "Down, boy. You're father's home. We can continue this later. How about a swim for now?"

He looked disappointed but nodded and got up to dive in the pool before anything 'popped out' to say hi.

***

That night the movie turned out to be a chaste situation. Bill's admittance that he had heard them the last time put cold water on any desire for hanky-panky that Jake might have felt. He and his Mom just cuddled casually on the loveseat, with no blanket.

When it was done all three of them walked upstairs to head to bed. At the top, Jake turned to his bedroom but was stopped by his Dad.

Bill said, "Hey, why don't you two take our room? It's bigger. I'll take your room for now, Jake."

Jake hesitated. All his stuff was in his room, and he was comfortable there. Sleeping with his Mom in his parents' bed felt weird.

He didn't have a chance to say so before his Dad continued, "I've already swapped a few of our things. Bathroom stuff, clothes, etc. If you're missing anything let me know." He walked past Jake to his room, leaving him standing there with his Mom.

"Ummmm... is that okay? Did you know about that?"

She shook her head, looking as mystified as he was, but said, "Nope, that was a surprise. But I'm okay with it if you are."

Jake thought about it and then shrugged. "I guess it makes sense." He followed her to her room, his heart beating as if they'd never slept together. As he entered their room, he examined it as if seeing it for the first time. His Mom's stuff arrayed over her dresser, her clothes in the closet.

On his Dad's side of the room there was just a dresser and nothing else. He opened a drawer and found his clothes inside. He turned to the bed and found his Mom watching him on the opposite side.

"So? Is this okay? We can go to your bed if you want," she said.

He shook his head. "No, it's fine, it's just unexpected." He stripped his shirt and shorts off, leaving him in boxer briefs, and slipped into the clean sheets. The bed was bigger and softer than he was used to. He watched his Mom go about her bedtime ritual, which was new to him. Until now they'd just been falling asleep after sex in his room.

She took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She put a cream on afterwards, carefully applying it to her legs, arms and chest. He watched, rapt, as she did this. It was so intimate and yet so mundane. He had no experience with this, and his dick was as hard as it had ever been.

Finally, she put on some panties and a camisole and pulled down the covers on her side. She slinked under the sheet and sidled over to him, pressing herself up against his side, arm over his chest. She purred, burrowing into her side of his pillow, eyes closed.

She said, "I love this. I know it's not really any different than being in your bed, but it also is. You know what I mean?"

He did. He nodded and then cleared his throat. "Yep, I know what you mean."

He was nervous about being in this bed with his Mom, as if he was going to get into trouble. As he lay there trying to relax, he felt her hand move down his body until it encountered his dick. She murmured under her breath something about 'my cock' before digging her hand into his underwear. She grabbed his shaft and maneuvered his dick out of the hole.

The feel of her hand on his dick brought on a surge of confidence. This was what they did. It didn't matter where, as long as they were together. He rolled towards her, putting his dick between them, her hand following. He looked into her eyes as she looked back. He couldn't help the moan of pleasure as she stroked his dick, using her thumb on his head.

Jake was in heaven. This was where he loved to be. In the arms of his lover, the soon to be mother of his baby. He snuck his hand under her top, locating a breast with a hard nipple. Rubbing his own thumb on her nipple as she rubbed hers on his dick head, they started to kiss. A long, slow leisurely kiss with roaming tongues darting in and out. Her taste once again overtook his senses as her lively tongue caressed his in a dance of love. He could feel her tongue get wetter as her mouth flooded with saliva.

As they kissed, he grabbed her nipple and squeezed it the way he now knew she liked, and was rewarded with a muffled groan. She responded by stopping the manipulation of his dick, and finding his own nipple to give it the same treatment. His dick was now pushed into her belly as it stuck out of the hole in his boxer briefs.

"I need you in me," she said, in between kisses.

He grunted his approval and rolled over on top of her, seating himself between her spread legs. He lifted her legs in front of him and then pulled at her panties, pulling them off of her. She instantly spread them around his hips, knees bent to give him full access.

He took advantage and lowered his hips to put himself into position, but she stopped him. "No, take them off, I want to feel all of you."

He quickly stripped his underwear off, growling when they got caught on a toe. Now naked, he lowered his hips, found her entrance by feel and pushed his dick into her. She was so wet he was able to enter her fully with only two thrusts and then they were mated. He stopped there and stared down at her.

"Fuck, you feel good on my dick," he said.

"No," she said, frowning.

"No?" He laughed. "You don't?"

"Not 'dick'", she said. "Call it anything but that. The organ that puts a baby in me isn't called a 'dick'. It's juvenile." The distaste in her tone was clear.

"What do you call it?"

"The wonderful instrument of pleasure you have, that powerful tool you will use to knock me up, is a cock."

He grinned down at her and said, "Fuck you feel good on my cock."

"That's better. I love having your cock inside of me. Maybe you could move it around a bit?"

He followed her directions, starting a slow in and out that suited them both.

Jake fucked his Mom for the next 30 minutes with slow strokes. Moving as constantly as he could but never varying the speed. He wanted to draw it out, enjoy it as long as he could. Twice he had to stop while she shuddered underneath him. He explored every part of her body, while keeping his cock inside of her. By the end of it, he was as wound up as he'd ever been and told his Mom when he was ready.

"I have to cum, now. I'm going to shoot inside of you. Is it okay?"

She smacked his shoulder lightly and said, "I've been ready for you to cum in me since the first moment you stuck it in."

He moved, and he came, his mother's arms wrapped around him. The feel of his semen pumping forth into her was wonderful. Jet after jet sent forth to inseminate the person who had given birth to him. The thought of it was an added ingredient to the cocktail of mental and physical stimulation that made up his orgasm. His cock was a live wire of nerves, stimulated and stroked, massaged and milked by her wonderfully tight pussy, until he couldn't take it anymore. He had to stop; it felt too good.

He stopped fucking but kept his cock inside of her as he leaned down to kiss her again.

"Thank you, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too." She looked at him with a smile. "I think if any cum could ever knock me up, that was it."

He smiled in return and rolled off of her, his cock slithering out of her vagina. Cuddling up next to her, he fell asleep.

***

Sam woke up feeling a familiar ache in her midsection. An unwelcome ache, but a predictable one. It had been 28 days since her last period, and so while it wasn't unexpected, it wasn't what she wanted. It meant she was almost certainly not pregnant, and she would be in discomfort for the next 5 days. No sex, either. At least, not without a big mess, and she always preferred to avoid it. Plus, the cramps were so unpleasant she wanted nothing to do with feeling or being sexy.

She rolled away from Jake, trying to not wake him, and went to the bathroom to take care of her needs. She sat on the toilet and fought off some tears. Going from the high of trying for a baby to the low of discomfort and pain was a hard way to start a Sunday. She was going to spend it watching TV and eating junk food, she was sure.

Sure enough, by noon she was set up in the living room with a bowl of popcorn and an old movie on. She was surrounded by a blanket and surviving on ibuprofen.

Sam was very glad to note that her period had not fazed Jake one bit. He saw her in pain on the couch and started arranging to get her anything she needed. Right now, he was at the other end of the couch giving her a foot massage. She didn't need a foot massage, per se, but she sure as hell wasn't going to turn it down either.

The movie was an older 80s chick flick, and so nothing Jake was interested in, but she saw him sneaking glances now and then. She smiled to herself and slowly ate another piece of popcorn. She'd never eat the entire bowl but chewing on them took her mind off the pain when it was particularly bad.

At 4pm Bill came home and took one look at her before heading to the kitchen. He brewed up a batch of his 'special tea', a mix of a couple types of leaves he thought helped. In truth, he had done it once and she found it so sweet that she had sworn his tea cured her cramps. Ever since then she played along when he made the tea, though it did nothing. Ibuprofen was the best help.

Come Monday, she went to work and tried not to think about pregnancy, or babies, or Jake. In the evening Jake would wait on her, making sure she had whatever she needed. She enjoyed the attention but would have to cure him of it before long.

The week passed, and by Thursday she felt pretty good. Good enough to start plotting the first opportunity she could get to take Jake's pants off. He had sworn he would not masturbate while she was on her period, which gave her some interesting side entertainment. All she had to do was stretch in her shirt to show off her chest, or bend over, and he was blushing and hiding his groin. It was torture, but she'd make it up to him, no question. Tomorrow...

***

Friday arrived. Jake woke up in his parents' bed and noted that he seemed to be getting used to the change. It wasn't disorienting anymore to be waking up in a strange room anyways. He lay there and thought about the day ahead of him.

First was his final day of school, then his grad ceremony, and then a dance until midnight. He had a tux rented for the dance, but no date to go with. He had been planning on asking someone out, even just a friend date, but the last few weeks had flown by. Now he had no interest in asking a girl on a date when he'd just be thinking about his Mom all night anyways. He'd probably just go with Rusty and hang out in the back until they got bored.

He turned to the other side of the bed and was surprised to find his Mom already up and gone. He suppressed a surge of disappointment. He'd figured to maybe get a quickie in before school. The last 5 days hadn't been the worst ever. He'd really liked the time spent watching movies and hanging out with his Mom, but he was feeling...primed...now. Last night she had said they could resume trying for a baby, but then put him off, saying today would be better. It was today now, wasn't it?Getting ready for his last day of school was weird. Instead of a summer off and another year looming, now he was faced with the unknown abyss of life. Sure, he would probably go to college or get a job but it wasn't the same safe routine he could rely on. He was more than a little anxious about it. He'd tried asking Rusty what he was going to do, but every time Jake brought it up Rusty just changed the subject.

Getting downstairs he was sad again to see he had missed his Mom altogether. He grabbed a quick breakfast and headed to school.

Once there it was a whirlwind of activity. Mostly kids saying goodbyes and goofing off. Some prep on the gym for the grad ceremony. Jake found Rusty hanging out in the cafeteria with Terry. He walked up to them and they chatted briefly but he could tell he was an unwelcome third wheel. Jake had to assume Rusty was dating Terry now, because they were hanging around together a lot.

"Hey, are you going to the dance later?" he asked.

Rusty looked at him, then glanced at Terry. She was looking expectantly at Rusty. He said, "Yeah, I'm going with Terry."

"Oh, that's great! Well, have fun. I'll probably just skip it, or hang out a bit and then leave early. Maybe I'll see you there." Jake left to go find somewhere else to feel awkward.

As a final day of school went, it didn't really meet his expectations, and so he went home at lunch and didn't go back. He swam some laps in the pool, watched a bit of TV, basically hung around moping because he didn't have anyone to hang out with.

At 3pm when he was finally considering passing the time by breaking his promise not to jerk off, he heard a car pull up into the driveway. He perked up as his Mom bust through the door with bags on her arms, talking a mile a minute.

"Hi babe! How was your last day of school? Are you excited for tonight? I bet you are, I remember being a nervous wreck for my graduation day. Did you talk to Rusty, are you two going to the dance together? How is that nice girl, Terry, have you seen her? I thought she and Rusty hit it off at the theatre but I really wasn't paying too close attention, as you know."

She finished the last sentence by plopping her bags onto the counter in the kitchen and turning to him with a big smile.

Jake looked at her and felt a warm comfy feeling wash over him at being with her again.

"Ummmm, school was lame, everybody was busy. I am nervous for tonight. I saw Rusty, he's going with Terry to the dance." He looked at the bags. "What's all this?"

She surveyed her haul and then said, "I know you don't have a date for the dance tonight, so I thought I could go with you... if that's okay."

Jake felt his heart melt inside of him at her hopeful expression. "Oh damn, Mom. I would love for you to come. It would really make my night."

Her hopeful smile blossomed into a beaming grin. "Oh, that makes me so happy! I am going to try this stuff on now, okay? You just wait here; I want to see your face when you see me in this dress." She gathered up the various bags and hustled upstairs to their bedroom.

Jake waited impatiently in the kitchen for her to return. When she did his jaw fell to the floor and he started reconsidering taking her with him. He'd be fighting all the guys off with a stick.

First, she was wearing an ankle length dress made of a thin silver metallic cloth that shimmered as she moved, hugging her curves. There were two slits up her sides to the top of her legs, that when she walked exposed plenty of flesh. He could see a garter on one leg, high up. Her chest was exposed by a low v in the front and Jake honestly couldn't tell if she had any support there at all, and yet her fabulous breasts pressed together for incredibly lush cleavage. The v drew up and spread to show all of her neck and half of her shoulders. Her arms were half covered with loose sleeves, and she had a silver necklace, bracelets and earrings.

"Do you like it? I'll have my hair pulled up as well."

Jake just stared and stared. "Mom, you look so fucking sexy, I don't think I could make it to the dance. I'll ravish you in the driveway!"

His Mom laughed gaily, waving her hand as if to dismiss his praise. She looked down and said, "Do you really like it? I can take it back. I just wanted to wear something memorable for you."

"Honestly Mom, I've never seen a more gorgeous dress on such a sexy woman. My cock is hard for you just seeing you in it. Can we... you know, take it off upstairs?"

"Oh babe, we don't have time. I'm off to get my hair done really quick before your ceremony. I'll make it up to you tonight though, okay?"

He nodded glumly, still staring at her as she twirled and walked back upstairs to change out of the dress. It was going to be a long night.

***

Sam rushed to get out of the dress, shivering as the soft fabric caressed her body as it came off. She'd never worn anything like it and was very anxious that she no longer had the body to pull it off, but Jake's reaction seemed positive.

She had woken up with the sudden sure knowledge that she had to go to the dance with him tonight, and so had begged off work in order to go shopping. Several hours of trying dresses on, with help from several salespeople had resulted in this daring piece of cloth. Now to get her hair done and she'd be complete.

She'd managed to get an emergency appointment across town, which was incredible considering the number of people who needed hair done for grad ceremonies around the city. The extra $50 she promised probably helped.

As she drove, she thought back to her own grad dance. It had been a sad affair, as the boy who accompanied her had left her half way through when she made it clear there'd be no sex between them that night. She had found some other friends and they had made the best of it, but the memory was forever soured by that one idiot.

Tonight would not be the same, she vowed. Her date was getting laid.

Several hours later, the grad ceremony was done, his diploma collected and hat thrown. She felt a surge of desire watching him walk across the stage. He was so confident and handsome. She savoured the feeling, saving it up so she could use it later.

Now here she was, getting ready for the dance. She examined every angle in the mirror in her bedroom, the room she shared with her son and lover, and decided that she did look good. Her hair was now done up in loops and swirls, exposing her neck and ears. The dress enhanced the parts of her she was proud of and hid the ones she wasn't. The only hitch so far was that she had not been able to find a single pair of panties that didn't show lines through the dress. The eventual decision was naturally to not wear any.

Sam spun in place to watch how the dress moved once again. She couldn't get over how it felt on her bare skin. She finished her preparations with some perfume between her breasts and behind her ears, and then in a fit of daring she placed some between her thighs. Grinning wickedly, she went to join her date downstairs. She tried to suppress a grin of glee at his expression on seeing her again. This would be a fun night.

Bill had agreed to chauffeur them to the dance to avoid the pains of parking, and he too showed his appreciation for her outfit. It was only a raised eyebrow and a low whistle, but she knew what it meant. As he dropped them off at the entrance he left with a simple, "Don't do anything too memorable. You are mother and son."

As Sam walked arm in arm with Jake to the front desk, she tried to keep Bill's words in her mind. She did have to be careful. She kept repeating it to herself until she saw what the other girls were wearing. Some of the outfits made her feel overdressed. Kids these days really went all out, she thought, until she spotted another obvious mother and son duo, and ended up judging her outfit as the classier one.

Boldened by this revelation that she wasn't actually going to stand out that much, Sam relaxed and walked with Jake to get a table and some refreshments. The gym was laid out in a classic horseshoe arrangement of tables with a dance floor in the center. A stage had a band setting up, readying to play whatever it is live bands played for young adults.

Jake delivered her to a table that had some of his friends already ranged around it, including Rusty and Terry. She smiled at them, glad to see friendly faces.

"You look really nice, Mrs. Graham," Rusty said. He reacted as if he'd been kicked and then looked at Terry ruefully.

"Thank you Rustiford. You look nice as well." She put her handbag down on the table and introduced herself to the two other couples there, one of which was another mother and son date. The other mother was wearing something that looked like it would be found in a fairy tale with godmothers. The godmother only nodded briefly after inspecting Sam's dress. Sam suppressed the urge to cover her chest, it wasn't her issue if the godmother couldn't stand a little cleavage.

Jake returned with a drink for her and she gratefully took the opportunity to hide behind it from the godmother. They all sat and made polite small talk until the MC decided they had hit critical mass and started the event. She was a spritely red head in a shimmery diaphanous dress, like Tinkerbell and she moved a lot as she talked. She introduced some notables, made some jokes, and then started the dance off by dragging an unsuspecting guy on to the dance floor. At least it seemed he was unsuspecting, but he didn't make a fuss about staying out there with her.

Sam looked expectantly at Jake, waiting for him to see her. She had to clear her throat several times before he looked over and said, "Oh! Would you like to dance, Mom?"

She nodded and accepted his hand as he led her to join the other couples dancing. Thankfully it was a song that allowed for slower, closer dancing as she didn't think her dress was up for a mosh pit. Did they still have mosh pits?

She cuddled up to Jake, making sure not to be too cuddly, as he led her around. He was an adequate dancer, she decided. She enjoyed feeling his arms at her waist, and wished for closer contact but kept Bill's words of caution in mind.

After the song was over, she walked back to their table. The godmother and her son and the other couple had left to dance, leaving just Rusty and Terry at the table. Sam raised an eyebrow at Terry, who shrugged morosely and rolled her eyes towards Rusty.

"Rustiford, are you going to dance with Terry?" she asked.

"Um...oh yeah...I guess so? Would you like to dance?" he said, talking to Terry.

She nodded, and stood up with a glance of gratitude to Sam, who smiled back and shrugged. Sometimes boys were just oblivious and needed help.

As Sam sat with Jake, she looked around as best she could without moving her head. She was checking out the lay of the land, trying to see when she could make her move. When it looked like the coast was clear, she tapped Jake on the shoulder and motioned him to move his chair closer. He did, until they were pretty much shoulder to shoulder, chairs under the table, tablecloth hiding their laps.

Sam moved her hand over and took his, moving it to the slit in her dress. She placed his hand on her thigh and then pushed it up higher, encouraging him to explore. He did so, slowly moving his hand to her groin until he came into contact with her pubic hair. He glanced over at her when he felt that she wasn't wearing any panties. Sam ignored the look and sipped at her drink, waiting for him to proceed.

He did. Jake started to pet her pussy with his fingers, stroking over her labia from the top to as low as he could reach. Just a light caress, a brush. Sam approved heartily and gripped his thigh to let him know to keep going. She smiled when she felt the steel rod in his pants, stiff and ready for her. How long had he been like this? She hadn't noticed when dancing, and yet it seemed too fast for it to have happened just from the petting. She squeezed it in her fingers, stroking up and down, feeling it harden in her grip.

She looked over at him, and said, "Are you having a good time so far? Do you want to dance some more?"

He cleared his throat before saying, "Not right now. I'm just happy to sit here with you." His finger dipped between her lips on saying this, and she felt the moisture on his fingertips when he took them out. He found her clit and rubbed it with a lubricated digit. She was so ready to be fucked she was sure that her clit was the size of a thimble. It was getting too much for her already. Several days without sex and now they were teasing each other like this? She would burst. She pushed back from the table and stood up.

"I need to visit the lady's room. It seems you've...flustered me."

He grinned and nodded, so she moved off to join the line for the lady's washroom. She found she was behind Terry and they struck up a conversation. All the girl talked about was Rusty and how fascinating he was. She thanked Sam for her help at the theatre again, saying that she'd been nervous about it all.

Sam nodded and murmured, following the girl's chatter but not really adding to it. By the time it was their turn Sam had calmed down enough to think that perhaps she wouldn't cum at the drop of a hat. Her plan to give Jake a good time had turned into him bringing her to the brink of squirting in her new dress. Sure, she had started it, but it was his fault somehow.

She returned to the table to find Jake gone. She looked around to try and find him, eventually spotting him at the drink table talking to a girl his own age. She was very pretty, in a slim dress that showed off her generous butt. Jake looked like he was trying to exit the conversation gracefully, stepping away from her while talking.

Sam joined Jake and the mystery girl and introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Sam, Jake's Mom." She held out her hand for a shake.

The other girl looked her up and down and then smiled gracefully, shaking her hand. "My name is Susan. I was just asking Jake what he was doing for the summer."

Sam suppressed the urge to respond 'me', and instead said, "Oh, if you find out, let me know. We've been pestering him to find out his plans for months now."

Susan laughed politely and turned back to Jake. "If you change your mind let me know, we can always use more able bodies." She turned and walked to her table.

Sam grabbed Jake's arm and squeezed it. "She is lovely. Is she trying to steal you away from me?"

Her son cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, it seems like it. She invited me to be a camp counsellor this summer at her church's youth camp."

"That sounds fun. You don't want to do that?"

"Well...yeah, normally I would, except I've got other plans this summer." He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to be fucking you all summer."

The carefully procured calming of her libido fired back up in full force. Him talking that way produced a thrum in her pussy in time with her heartbeat. A hot pulse that would not be denied a second time. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to an exit.

"Come with me, young man, you need to show, not tell."

***

Jake stumbled after his Mom as she dragged him to a dark hallway. She had chosen a door that led to the school proper, not outside, and he tried to tell her that as they went. She didn't listen. They exited the gym and were into hallways, decorated in school work and notices. The main hall was lit but other side hallways were not. She led him down one of these and then started trying doors.

She found one that was unlocked that opened into a dark classroom full of chairs and desks.

"Do you have classes here?" she asked, turning to him with a smile.

He shook his head. "First year, yeah, but not since then."

His mother walked further into the gloomy classroom, light only coming from the windows in the doors. She turned at an empty desk and crooked a finger, beckoning him closer. Her smile was sultry, eyes half open. As he walked towards her she jumped back to sit on the desk and spread her legs. The dress fell between them in a silvery cascade, shimmering like a waterfall at midnight. When Jake was between her legs she lifted her face for a kiss and grabbed onto his hips to pull him closer.

He could smell her perfume as he kissed her. It wasn't anything she'd worn before and it heightened his arousal as they necked in the darkness. She fumbled at his zipper but he grabbed her hands, spreading them and placing them on his shoulders. She gave an inquisitive sound in her mouth but he kept kissing her.

Jake left her hands on his shoulders and then grabbed the dress at her lap. He dipped his hands into the slits at her sides and lifted, exposing her. As the dress lifted Jake got another whiff of the same perfume. He quickly knelt down and flipped the dress over his head. Her perfume was stronger down here.

He could barely see in the dark classroom with his head under her dress, so he used his lips to find his way, nibbling up her thigh. His Mom spread her legs open wider and he kept on nibbling until he found her labia. He heard her sigh as he ran his tongue over her outer lips, already moist with her own juices. He didn't want to take too long being hidden in this classroom and so he licked his way to her clit and started massaging it. He was gifted with the feel of her legs squeezing his head as he lavished attention on the engorged nub of flesh. He sped up his tongue, feathering the tip as fast as he could and was pleased to hear her cry out in surprise. He ignored breathing and kept up the assault, speeding his tongue tip up.

As he vibrated into his mother's pussy, he could feel her hands gripping his shoulders, spasming as he moved her closer and closer to an orgasm. When Jake thought she was surely there, he was surprised to feel her lifting at his shoulders. Thinking she might have heard someone coming, he stood up, but there was no one. Instead his Mom quickly unzipped him, letting his pants fall to his ankles.

Giving his cock a brief stroke, she hissed, "I need this inside of me. Your tongue isn't going to give me a baby." A quick pull brought him and her together, her hand aiming his cockhead at her entrance. "Please, honey. Fuck me."

Jake pushed, his Mom pulled, and they were together again. The preparation he'd given with his tongue dance made her extremely wet, and he sunk into her pussy to the hilt. They both cried out, softly, urgently. He held it for a second and then commenced a familiar rhythm. The feel of her sopping wet pussy entrance rolling along his shaft after not having had sex for a week was almost too much. She was so tight around him that he almost came right away, but looked at the classroom walls instead. Algebra. Trigonometry. He fought it off and then kept up the constant thrust into her.

She wasn't waiting during this time. His Mom pulled the v neck of her dress aside, letting her breasts out. He wanted to touch them, play with them, suck on them, but he wasn't at the right angle. He'd have to stop fucking her. Instead she pulled at her nipples, stretching them out enough to cause her to cry out again. She then moved to his chest, feeling for his own nipples and grasping them in her fingers. She pulled and he faltered in his rhythm.

She pulled again, and said, "It's okay, baby. I want you to cum. We don't have a lot of time, and I need your cum. You're going to knock me up right now, aren't you? So, give it all to me."

Her words, said so urgently and passionately, along with the iron grip her wet pussy had on his cock, overwhelmed his discipline. He started cumming, and thrust himself into her one last time. A week of pent up sexual energy for a teenager is already a potent thing, and now with the eroticism of fucking in a classroom, to knock his Mom up, drove him to spew a massive load of cum into her. What felt like gallons was spurting out of him, drenching her womb, saturating her pussy. Each clench of his groin rocketed his batter straight to her womb.Jake almost fell over but she grabbed onto him, holding him tight to her chest. He kept spasming into her, twitching and clenching, until finally he was done. He looked down at her face and she looked back. He kissed her, a full kiss, her mouth as wet as her pussy. He loved that her mouth got wetter with her excitement.

He broke off their kiss and whispered to her, "I love you, Mom. I hope this is the baby you want." He gave a final half thrust and pulse of his cock, and then slowly withdrew.

It occurred to him that they were both a mess when she said, "First, I love you too. Second, I came prepared."

She took a cloth from her handbag and wiped his cock down first, then quickly wiped her pussy. She then pulled out some panties and hurriedly put them on. "This should help keep things where they need to be." She stood there, arranging her dress back to normal and checking her hair and makeup in a compact, while he pulled his pants up and tried to look presentable.

"We'll have to leave soon. People might notice I have panty lines."

Jake nodded, feeling a bit dumbfounded at what they had just done. He wasn't sure how to act. Surely people would know what they'd been up to? His Mom checked him out to make sure he was presentable and then led them back to the gym. No one seemed to have noticed their absence. They mingled for a bit more and then discretely left.

***

Sam was tired, but happy. She'd fulfilled the promise to herself of fucking her date, and had also had a reasonably good time. Well, it was mostly the fucking, but the dance was nice too.

As they were dropped off at home by taxi, she felt fatigue overtaking her. She let Jake help her to the house and then upstairs. Why was she so tired? He helped her out of her dress and into bed, kissing her goodnight.

She burrowed into her pillow and drifted off, content that all was right with the world.

The next morning, she wasn't so sure.

As she drifted downstairs in a comfy camisole and pj pants, she found Jake in the kitchen, looking like he'd seen a ghost while staring at his phone.

"What's up? Did you not sleep well?"

Wordlessly he turned his phone to her to let her read the text message there.

Unknown: 'I saw what you did at the school last night with your mother.'

Sam sat down heavily in a chair at the table, and read it a few more times.

She looked up at her son. "Do you know who this is?"

He shook his head. "No idea. Did anyone see us through the door window or anything?"

She thought about it. She hadn't been watching when he had started fucking her, he was in the way, and she was distracted. But she didn't think that a shadow had passed over either window, and said so.

"Then I don't know who could have seen us. Maybe they saw us leave and come back, and are just guessing?"

Sam thought about it for a bit. "It could be. Seems like a big leap based on that."

Jake pushed his face in his hands before standing up to pace. "What are we going to do?"

"Think carefully, first. We don't know what they know, or if they know anything."

She typed back: 'Saw what? We just danced, and who are you?'

Unknown: 'After the dancing. You know me.'

Sam: 'I don't know what you're talking about. What is your name?'

Unknown: 'Don't be like that. I wish my Mom was so friendly, but she's strictly straitlaced. You've been checking me out all year.'

Sam's heart rate started to increase more. Sam: 'Still not sure what you're on about. Were we in class together?'

Unknown: 'Fine. In the math classroom, on Mr. Garvey's desk. Your head was buried in her thighs and then you fucked her. Does that convince you? No, we weren't in the same class. You're going to summer camp with me.'

Sam put her head down on the table. It was all over. She felt Jake take the phone from her. He read the texts and softly said, "Fuck, it's Susan."

She lifted her head up again. "What?"

"Don't you remember? At the drink table, she was trying to get me to go to summer camp."

"But how did she see us in the classroom? What does she want?"

"I don't know. Seems like she really wants me to go to summer camp."

Jake texted: 'Susan?'

Susan: 'Yep, it's me! Lol. I saw you two leave the gym and so I followed you. I thought maybe you were going to smoke up or have a drink, not fuck each other! Don't worry about me blabbing, I think it's hot.'

Jake: 'Ah'

Susan: 'Relax! Lmao'

Jake: 'What do you want?'

Susan: 'Well, I do want you to come to summer camp. But I also wanted to see if you would like to go to a movie with me. Terry said you went with your Mom?'

Sam was calming down a bit, watching this exchange go much better than she anticipated. He looked at her, and she said, "If going to a movie shuts her up, then go to the movie."

Jake: 'Fine, I'll go. When?'

Susan: 'Next Friday? I'll pick you both up.'

Jake: 'Ooookay, see you then.'

He looked at her, looking at him. "It's a threesome date?" he said.

Sam shrugged. "I suppose so." She sat and thought for a bit before shaking her head. She couldn't think her way out of this in a few minutes. She grabbed some toast and then went to change for a dip in the pool. The cold water this early would wake her up.

They had a week to sort out how to deal with the Susan problem.