Author: Honey Moon
Title: The Wrong Michael
Part: 03
Keywords: Fm, cuckolding, incest, nc, impregnation, romance

The Wrong Michael

By Honey Moon

Chapter 3

I sipped my fresh squeezed orange juice and contemplated stealing
my sister's steaming cup of black coffee. Out of all the changes my
body was going through while pregnant, quitting caffeine cold
turkey was just about the worst! Claire eyed me critically over her
coffee mug before taking a long sip herself. "You're knocked up."
She suddenly announced.

I nearly spit juice across the table at her. "What makes you say
that?" I asked defensively. It's only been two months since my son
pulled the diaphragm from my handcuffed helpless body and
planted his seed deep in his loving mother. I could feel a firm little
'bump' growing in my tummy, but I wasn't showing yet!

"Get real, Alice sweet Alice!" she grinned at me, knowing I hated
when she called me that. "I can see it in your eyes. Besides that,
your boobs are bigger then mine now little sister!"

"Are you jealous, old maid?" I asked serenely, getting back at my
sister in the best way I knew how. My identical twin took great
pride in being born fifteen whole minutes ahead of me. On the
other hand, she hated to be reminded of her unwed virgin status.

"Don't make me laugh! I'll leave babies and breeding to you! I'm
too much of a career woman to be tied down by a family." She
taunted me by taking another long drink from her coffee. "When
you think about it, Mike is also my son. Our DNA is the same after
all. If Michael had screwed me I would have been the one to have
Mike. That's logical."

"That's insane!" I couldn't help laughing. My sister had a way of
making anything seem surreal. "Okay, free spirit. Tell me how
having a family would alter your career as a commercial jingle
writer?"

She thought for a moment. "If I was pregnant, my belly would get
so big I wouldn't be comfortable sitting at the piano!"

I put my hands to my head and pretended shock. "I was right. You
are insane. If you didn't have my face, I'd swear you were
switched at birth and weren't my sister at all!"

"I'm just judging by you, dear little sis!" She took my hand and
gave it a friendly squeeze. "When you were having Mike, you
looked like you were smuggling a beach ball and two basketballs!"

I felt my face grow warm. Claire was right. Having a slight build
but large breasts was almost a curse if you were pregnant!
Everyone always claimed I looked adorable, but I had felt like a
whale! "Jeez, just rub it in! I can't wait until you meet Mister
Right! I hope he puts triplets in your belly!"

"Little chance of that, little sis! I'm not getting tied down with a
brat until I'm damn ready for it!" she smirked and drained the rest
of her coffee. "So how's the daddy taking the news?"

"Michael's thrilled!" I said with a grin. "He hopes it's another
boy." I did too, but for a much different reason!

"How does my nephew like the news?"

Before I could answer, the male in question joined us in the
kitchen. "Hi aunt Claire! What news do I like?"

"The news of your mom having a baby, what else?" Claire winked
at Mike. "I bet you'll make a great big brother!"

I saw the look in his eyes as he smiled back at my sister. I also
noticed a distinct tenting to his shorts! Oh Fuck! This had to be the
'Twin Factor'! The idea of getting it on with twin sisters was
arousing Mike! Let's not even think of the allure added by the
double incest angle! "Uh, Mike? Don't you have homework to get
to?"

"Ah mom!" It's Saturday morning!" He grinned cockily at me.
"Besides, I finished most of it last night. Remember? You helped
me with my biology homework?"

Biology homework? The only biology we worked on last night was
human reproduction! It didn't require books or paper. All it took
was him tearing off my clothes and shoving his beautiful cock into
my soaked vagina while I was bent over the very table my sister
and I were now sitting at! "Why not finish all of it?" I finally
snapped. "You should never stop at half measures!"

Mike scurried off with a laugh, leaving Claire to glare at me. "Jeez
sis! Give the guy a break! It is Saturday after all!" She patted my
hand and gave me a condescending smile. "Poor little sis,
hormones must be running crazy through you right now. Don't
take it out on Mike though. He's such a good kid."

Claire didn't know the half of it! Was it hormones making me want
to throw her out on her ass so my son could shove me back over
the table right this second? Oh damn! Why did I agree to let her
stay the week? I sighed. With Mike temporarily of limits, poor
little Alice would have to just wait until her husband came home
and tied her up again! I managed to grin at Claire. "They learn all
that stuff in school. Mike knows his mom is going to be a bit crazy
for the foreseeable future."

Claire giggled. "Has he seen you have a craving yet?"

I covered my face with my hands as if embarrassed, but couldn't
help a laugh. "Herring again!" I peeked through my fingers to see
my sister trying with all her might not to laugh. "Herring in cream
sauce!"

"Oh my God! I'll never forget the great and terrible herring search
of 1993!" She erupted in laughter. "The good doctor Michael
Winthrop called me in tears at four o'clock in the morning,
begging me to help find a store that sold your favorite brand!"

"He was not crying!" I sighed. "Just 'almost' crying. I think I was
just a tiny bit unreasonable about the whole thing."

"Unreasonable, she says!" Claire actually looked proud of me at
the memory of it. "Oh my God! I heard you over the phone. You
threatened to divorce him over a stupid jar of stinky fish! You said
since his tiny little dribble of cream caused all the trouble, he damn
well better go out and find you a jar with cream sauce!"

I calmly got up and went to the refrigerator. I opened the door and
motioned like a show model. "Twelve jars!" I announced proudly.
"Mike was nice enough to use his own allowance to buy me all the
jars the store had!" I didn't dare tell my sister I had sent him on his
way with the same dribble of cream comment ringing in his ears!
Dribble wasn't fair though. Mike never just dribbled in me! If his
father was a garden hose, Mike was a whole fire truck!

"Thankfully, my first craving hit Thursday afternoon after school!"
I finished meekly.

"Why didn't you just drive your pregnant butt down to the grocery
store yourself and get some?" My sister smirked. "Or was someone
having a hormone driven power trip?"

Oh hell! My sister knew me too well! "No! I was not power
tripping!" I sighed at the slight fib. "Oprah was on! I was
interested in the show!"

Claire shook her head in disbelief. "As long as it was something
important, I guess. Wait a minute!" She pointed a finger and made
a quick count of the precious jars before I managed to slam the
refrigerator door shut. "I only saw nine jars! You ate three jars of
herring in two days? Gag! That's nasty! Not to mention fattening!"

"Hey! Mike likes it too!" I laughed despite my embarrassment.
"You know growing boys are bottomless pits! Mike will eat
anything not nailed down! I only ate one jar!"

"It's still nasty! You'd never catch me eating that stuff!" Claire
yawned. "God! I should have taken a later flight! Would you mind
if I took a little nap? I'm about ready to fall out of my chair!"

"What happened to the thrill of flying the 'red-eye', sleepyhead?"
We headed into the living room and up the stairs. "You can bunk
with me since Michael is away at a medical symposium. It'll be
just like old times."

"Only if you still snore!" Claire dodged as I pretended to smack
her. "You sound like a chainsaw. How does Michael ever get any
sleep?"

"If I snore, you snore!" I laughed. "After all, you yourself said we
have the exact same DNA. That means you have the same nasal
passages as me, you clone!"

"Me? The clone?" Claire grinned as she ducked into my bedroom.
"I'm the original! The doctors cloned you fifteen minutes later and
told mom she had twins!" She stuck out her tongue before shutting
the door.

I knocked lightly. "Sleep well, old biddy! Maybe we can go out to
dinner tonight."

"Not if it's herring!" my sister called from behind the closed door.

I smiled as I headed back down the hall. My sister can be a pain in
the butt, but I always love having her around! With no warning,
my son's bedroom door flew open. With a wicked grin, he grabbed
my arm and pulled me inside. I knew in an instant he didn't need
help with his homework. "No!" I snapped, as he took me into his
arms and pulled me to him. "We discussed this last night! All
activities that could land me in jail are suspended until your aunt
leaves! We agreed we would both just masturbate for the duration
of her visit!"

"You agreed! I didn't!" He kissed me, and my body nearly melted.
"Why should we masturbate when we have each other, mom?"

"Your aunt is here!" I hissed as he moved my hair and kissed the
nape of my neck. Oh God! Mike knew all my hot spots now! My
body was reacting even though I was trying to keep my head. Why
did I have to go and lecture him on the need for foreplay? It's
marginally easier to resist his advances if he tries to just throw me
on the bed and mount me like an animal! Right now his lips were
vaporizing my willpower! "Stop this right now!" I squeaked as his
teeth gently nipped my earlobe.

He trailed kisses along my collarbone and paused only to begin
unbuttoning my blouse. "Mom, don't be cruel!" He kissed the tops
of my breasts and then continued to unbutton me. "I can't last a
week without you! Do you really think hand lotion and tissues can
take my beautiful mother's place? Choking the chicken can't even
compare!"

"Don't be vulgar, young man!" It's hard to reprimand someone
whose kisses are driving you insane! "Masturbation is the proper
term and you know it!"

I somehow couldn't make myself resist as he helped me out of my
blouse. "How can you be so mean, mom?" he asked with a smile
as he deftly unhooked my bra. "I bet you never tell dad he has to
masturbate!"

That was a low blow! A thrill of fear raced down my spine just
from this little reminder of how taboo Mike and my relationship
had grown. "Your aunt wouldn't call the police on me if she
caught your father making love to me! Don't ever forget what we
are doing right now is against the law! I'm a lawyer! I know these
things! Incest with you is grounds for your mother to end up
behind bars! Not to mention your dad would throw me to the
wolves!"

"Oh mom!" he tossed my bra aside and gazed happily at my bare
breasts. Claire was right. I was growing in the dairy department.
Mike was thrilled. My son is quite the 'tit' man! "Aunt Claire
would never call the cops on you! She loves you way too much to
hurt you like that!"

"How can you know that?" I asked in exasperation as he undid the
clasp of my belt. "The risk is too great! We are not doing this now!
I'm leaving right now! You choke your chicken and behave
yourself!"

He knelt and pulled my slacks slowly down my legs. "Why aren't
you leaving me then?" he asked simply as I stepped out of the
garment pooled around my ankles. "You don't really want me to
stop, do you?"

I whimpered as he gently kissed my panties. I felt his warmth clear
through the damp fabric. "No." I whispered as I pulled the flimsy
garment down myself. "Damn it! You've pushed me too far! We
can't stop now!" I sighed. "I can't stop now! Please make love to
me!" I begged as Mike grinned up at me. Oh God! He knows me
too well now. Somehow I lost the ability to control him. Heaven
help me! I was a slave to my son's desires and he knew it!

"Oh mom! You know you never have to ask me twice!" I sighed
again as his gentle lips brushed my damp folds. "I'll always want
to make love to you!"

My knees went weak and Mike used the moment to push me onto
his bed. I squeaked again. "Mike, when are you going to clean this
pigsty you call a room?" I gasped as I pulled his Nintendo DS out
from under my bare bottom. "It's a disaster area!"

Mike giggled and stood up. "Okay mom! I'll do it right now!" He
grabbed an armful of clothing off of the bed and headed for the
door. "It's gonna take a long time though if you want me to do the
laundry too."

I couldn't help it. I tried to stomp my feet like an impatient child,
and was frustrated when they didn't quite reach the floor. "You
stop that this instant, young man!" I lowered my voice. "You do
not work a lady's passion up and then just leave her hanging! It's
very inconsiderate and rude!" I took a deep breath. "Forget that!
I'll do the damn laundry later! You come to bed right this minute
and finish what you started!"

"Will you clean my room too?" he asked hopefully.

I felt my face grow warm. He may have complete control over my
passion, but I am still his mother! "I said I'd do the laundry! YOU
clean this trash heap you call a room or you can just choke as many
chickens as you can! Deal?"

"Deal!" He dropped the clothes and began to undress. "Mom,
someone told me that masturbation is the proper term!"

"Oh knock it off, honey! Nobody likes a smarty-pants! Get over
here and fuck your mother!" I watched eagerly as he pulled the
clothes from his lovely body. Running, soccer and swimming were
giving him a toned form the girls were sure noticing! I've seen
them making cow eyes in his direction when I drop him off at
school! I felt a burst of jealousy at the thought. My son was too
good for any of those schoolyard tramps! I put out my arms and
smiled. "Come to mom, lover!"

He smiled like an angel as he climbed in bed with me. We
embraced as he passionately kissed my lips. It was always such a
thrill to feel his warm skin against mine. He ran his hands softly up
and down my back. "Mom, can I ask you something? It might
sound sort of weird."

"Oh sweetheart" I hugged him tight. "You can ask me anything.
Go ahead. What would you like to know?"

He blushed. God he looks cute when he blushes! "Mom, when you
start breastfeeding, could I, um, I mean..."

I put a finger to his lips. "Yes baby." I playfully tapped his nose.
"These jugs will have plenty enough milk for two, don't you worry
about it! I wonder if you'll remember what it's like." I giggled.
"You were such a greedy little guy. You would have been happy
suckling twenty-four seven if I had let you!"

My handsome grown young man once again kissed my breasts. "I
bet that's why I like them so much now! Mom, your body is
perfect!"

Flattery will get my son everything! My whole body flushed
pleasantly at his appreciation. "If you're impressed now, wait until
you see them full of milk. I get positively huge!"

Mike's eyes lit up. "I can't wait!" He grinned and gently rubbed
my tummy. "Here too?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, there too." I slid my hand down his body and caressed his
iron hard staff. I silently thanked the Lord above for Mike's
growing pregnancy fetish. His father is quite the opposite! It won't
be much longer before Michael will refuse to touch me for fear of
harming the baby or me. Shouldn't a doctor know that if the
woman is comfortable with it, sex is a perfectly healthy and safe
way to pass the time? I grinned at my son. "When I was carrying
you, I looked like I swallowed a beach ball! Just ask your aunt."

His cock jerked happily in my hand. "I've seen your pictures!
Mom, no matter what, you're hot!"

I gave his penis a friendly little squeeze. "You say the sweetest
things!" I batted my eyes at him. "Son, are we going to just sit here
and talk?" I gave his wonderful cock a gentle stroke or two.
"Maybe you want just a handjob today? Should I choke your
chicken for you?"

My heart pounded joyfully as he pushed me down on the bed.
"Hell, um, heck no mom! I can do handjobs myself! I want
everything!"

I sighed happily as Mike positioned himself between my legs. His
father didn't really like performing cunnilingus either. It was
reserved for a special treat from time to time. He has improved
though. God help my soul if he ever figures out he likes the taste
better when he's lapping up his own son's sloppy seconds! Our son
on the other hand adores eating me! Mike has even willingly
cleaned up his own mess after squirting me full of his love! I
sighed happily as once again his tongue gently probed my folds.

"Oh yes! You're so good, Mike!" I ran my hands through his wavy
blond hair and gave his cute little ponytail a playful tug. "Mom
loves your wicked tongue!" Yes, I know legally this was wrong,
but morally? I didn't think so any more! How could it be wrong for
my loving son to be fascinated with the orifice that brought him
into the world? My body trembled as he almost symbolically tried
to reenter the vagina that gave birth to him with his long supple
tongue!

Thank goodness Claire was so tired! She, like me, was a sound
sleeper! I didn't have to be fearful of a disaster if she overheard my
passionate whimpering right now. Mike attacked my clitty with
gusto, and I couldn't help clasping his hair tightly now. "Oh my
baby! That's right! That's just how mommy likes it!" I panted as
his tongue tormented me with pleasure.

My loving son dutifully continued in his eager work. Mouth,
tongue and fingers worked together as he brought me closer to the
brink. I highly recommend video games for any healthy young
man. Mike's coordination was something any woman would die to
experience! I had to force myself to release my grip on his hair. I
was actually in danger of yanking out his beautiful locks! Instead, I
pounded my fists on his mattress as he toyed with me, holding me
right at the edge of reason.

"Do it!" I panted. "Oh God! I'm so close! Mike, make mom come!
Please!" Ever eager to please, Mike increased his onslaught on my
quivering body! "Yes! Yes!" I squealed as his loving tongue
brought me blessed release. "Oh God! Mom loves you, baby!"

My back arched, and Mike tried to hold me in place as my body
thrashed beneath him. Once again I blessed the day he came home
early and discovered his mother all trussed up and waiting for his
pleasures! I heard strange noises, and knew it was I squealing and
whimpering my way through one powerful seizure after another!

When reason finally returned, I looked down at Mike's beautiful
yet shiny juice coated face. "Wow mom! That sounded great! I
love when you mouse squeak! I almost popped a load in my bed
when I heard you and dad going at it in the bathroom last night!"

"Mouse squeaks my butt!" I giggled, "Those were cries of passion,
young man! I do not squeak like a dirty little mouse!"

Mike laughed and climbed back up and lay next to me. "Not a dirty
little mouse! You're my dirty little mom, and I love you!"

"That's better, I think." I leaned over and kissed my moisture from
his smiling lips. "Someone needs a reward for his wonderful
skills!" I got up on my knees and straddled his slender body.
"Mom is going to ride you like a cowgirl! You just relax and enjoy
the fun!"

His eyes lit up. "I will!" he promised. "I like anything you do with
me, mom!"

I studied his face as I grasped his warm throbbing penis. It always
thrilled me to watch his look of wonder as I accepted his hardness
into my body. "This is for you, baby. Don't be concerned if you
pop a little too soon." I grinned knowing this was not a problem for
my healthy son. His stamina seemed to be limitless! "I know you'll
be able to do it again in no time!"

He smirked up at me. "Bet you cum first!" he taunted. "I bet you a
room cleaning that I can hold out longer then you!"

"Nice try, mister!" I said with a touch of real anger. I do not
approve of wagering in any form! I paused with only half of his
beautiful member inside me. "Should I just stop? I've already had
a heavenly orgasm. I could just leave you to those choking
chickens you like so much!" I clambered off of him and got out of
bed. "I'll call you when lunch is ready!" I snapped while picking
up my bra. "Be sure to wash your hands."

"Uh, I was just kidding mom!" He blushed bashfully at being
reminded I was still in charge of all things motherly. He may have
the ability to make me his lover at the drop of a hat, but I would
not let him use it against me like this! "I promise I'll have my
room cleaned up by dinnertime! You have my word!"

I smiled sweetly, forgiving him instantly. "Thank you honey. You
know I don't ask much, but you do need to learn to take care of
your own things!"

He blushed. "I know. Sorry mom!"

I rejoined him. "That's okay sweetheart. Now where was I before
we were interrupted by such silly talk?"

He smiled hopefully. "You were going to ride me like a cowgirl!"

"Oh, that's right!" I sighed as I once again took my place over him.
His penis sure didn't lose interest! I rubbed the head over my
dampness before resettling it at my opening. I grinned down at his
smiling face as I lowered my body and engulfed his gorgeous
manhood. "Yea-ha!" I called playfully. "This cowgirl is going to
ride her a stallion!"

He giggled. "I'll try not to buck you off mom!"

I began rhythmically rocking over him, relishing the way his
massive hardness moved within my body. His hands went to my
hips giving me loving support as I lifted up. I loved this position!
Along with my daily runs, these joyful thrusts were a wonderful
way of toning muscles! Before long I was bouncing on my son like
a woman possessed!

Mike appreciated me being on top too! It was a pure joy to see his
eyes lock on me, and follow the bouncing of my breasts. "Do, do
you like what you see, stallion?" I panted as I fucked myself onto
him. "Do you like when mom takes charge and fucks you?"

"Oh yeah!" He gasped. "Mom, I love it! You know I love it!"

"Will you love looking at me when my belly is big and round?" I
knew the answer, but loved hearing it anyway!

"Yes!" he cried, as he moved his hands to reach for my breasts.
"I'll be throwing boners all day long seeing you with a baby
bump!" He began fondling me as I leaned into his grasp. "I'll have
to choke, um, masturbate all day long when dad is home! He may
never see me!"

"Good boy!" I encouraged as I did my best to bring my son his
release. "I'll be your pregnant little whore every minute your father
is at work!"

"Oh God!" Mike was panting like a racehorse! "Mom, I love you
so much! Mom, I, I'm gonna shoot soon!"

"Do it!" I gasped as I felt myself growing close too. "Fill the
whore with your seed!"

As much as I enjoyed this position for the control it gave me, I had
been waiting for this moment! Mike's strong young hands left my
heaving breasts, and returned to my hips. He took over the pace,
urging me to go faster and faster! I was slamming onto his erection
like some kind of an animal now, doing just as he directed. I was
like some lust-crazed beast. I loved it!

I squealed again as I felt the shaft inside me begin to jerk and
dance as Mike grunted and unleashed his load into me! My own
body shook as my climax seized me at that same glorious moment!
I collapsed onto my son and just rested in his arms as my body
slowly stopped trembling. My heart skipped a beat when I heard
the unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing! Claire was in the
bathroom? Mike said he heard Michael and me making love in
there last night! Had Claire heard us?

A gentle knock on the door almost made my heart completely stop.
She had heard! "Mike?" my sister called softly. "Don't be upset.
I'm only here to help. I know you snuck a girl up to your room."

"Oh my God!" I breathed as I looked back over my shoulder. The
doorknob was slowly turning! Neither of us had remembered to
lock it!

Panic grabbed my soul. I had no idea what to do! Only one option
presented itself. I reached back and yanked the sheet up over my
head! "Mike, tell her to go away!" I hissed as I tried to lay as flat
as I could over him. "Tell her you were just choking the chicken or
something!"

I heard the slight sound as the door opened wide. "Mike sweetie,
it's okay. You're not in any trouble from me!"

"Aunt Claire, please don't come in!" Mike was trying to stay calm,
but his voice cracked and spoiled the effect. "I'm not dressed under
here!"

"I expect she isn't either, big guy." Oh God! I heard her footsteps
as she walked into the room! "Come on honey. I know you're
under there. I don't think Mike has such a cute little butt on his
front side. Come on out. We need to talk this out."

I closed my eyes tight and shook my head no! I tried to be silent,
but a heartfelt sob escaped my lips. This was about my worst
nightmare come true!

"Aunt Claire! Let us get dressed at least!" Mike begged, trying to
buy me some time. "Please!"

SHIT! Judging by the change in the light filtering through the
sheet, my sister was leaning right over me! "You can't stay under
there forever, missy. Don't be afraid. I don't bite! Come on OUT!"

With a breeze and a flutter, Claire yanked the sheet off of me! I
looked back up into her shocked face. "It's not what it looks like!"
I cried, even as Mike's cock was still lodged deep inside me.

Claire let out a strangled gasp as she took in the sight of me joined
with my son. She put two and two together with remarkable speed!
"Oh fucking God! Mike, Mike's the f-father? Mike knocked you
up! Your son made you pregnant!"

"Wait! I can explain!" I stammered as I rolled off of Mike. I don't
think it helped when she saw me begin leaking his precious fluids
onto the bed.

Claire held up both hands. "Stop! Don't talk! I need to process
this!" My loving sister turned and actually staggered out of the
room.

Mike and I just looked at each other. He looked so worried I
decided to be strong for both of us. "Sweetie, we'll be fine. Mom
will fix everything! You'll see!"