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 BRIDE OF HER SON

   (Mom-Son Inc)

   I was 24 when I had a horrific car accident.  One datk night, my father
and I were travelling on a foggy road.  We hit a concrete median in the
center of the road and our car flipped over.  My Dad's head, which hung out
the window, was dragged along the ground.  He died instantly.  I survived
but was injured badly.  I was taken to a Medical Center.  When I first woke
up, Doctors told me that my surgery had taken five hours.  By then, I
started to realize what had happened and where I was.  My father, who was
very deer to me, was no more with me.  I was not in a condition to attend
his last rites even.  My wounds were cleaned and stiched where necesary. 
Later the doctors did some plastic surgery to make my face look normal. 
Some skin was taken from my left thigh and grafted into my face.  My head
was wrapped and my neck was braced.  After about two months I recovered and
everybody told me that I had a new life.  When I looked into a mirror I was
shocked to see a different face.  The surgery at my forehead made me look
bald from the front.  Indeed I have to start evrything altogather again.

   A few days later I went alone to the grave of my father and mourned his
loss.  Standing near the grave memories of past started to pour in.  In
particular I remembered the time when my dad and mom lived together.  the
loss of one parent made me want my other parent near me.  I wanted, needed,
my actual mother, my birth mother, to be whole and happy, and to love me as
I dreamed she would all those years.  Did she love me?  Did she care for
me......?

   I returned to work, but my heart wasn't in it anymore.  A new phase of
my life was closed, which one would open?  dad left enough money for me to
survive.  I was restless, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life.
After looking deeply inside my soul and thinking hard, I decided to quit my
job for good, go to the house that had been my home in my childhood.  Great
was my surprise when I got to what had been my parents home and found
strangers living in it.  They had no idea what had happened to my mother.
Finding out where she lived wasn't difficult, a old fried of family knew
where she was, he had always known where she was through address change
after address change.  He told me that her second husband had left her for
another woman and she was again living at her parent's ranch.  I decided
then and there that was my destiny.

   I was fourteen when my parent decided to divorce each other.  Mom and
Dad were madly in love when I was a kid, or may be I just thought so cause
I wasn't really mature enough at that time to understand love or
compatibility and how those intangible things affect marriage.  Some people
think that a teenager isn't as likely to be affected by his parents'
breakup as a child.  It's not true.  Understanding what your parents are
going through is even worse.  My life suddenly seemed a series of "lasts",
a final Christmas, an end to eggs together at the breakfast table.  I'd
never again find my parents standing side by side on the porch, waving to
me as I was going to school.  After the divorce settlements my mom choose
cash while my dad chose me.  My father took me to another city and brought
me up single handedly.

   We learned from others that my mom remarried another man.  Whenever the
name of my mother was mentioned my father called her a 'slut' but it was a
stab to my heart.  There was something oedipal in my feeling.  When I was a
kid I suffered from nightmares and mom would come into my bedroom and give
me a cuddle.  I can still remember her smell and the feel of her hair on my
face.  Since getting into my teens I started to love my mother as a woman.
A year before the divorce I started noticing a lot of changes in my mom. 
She started wearing low-cut dresses and once when she bent over to pick a
towel from the floor, I was shocked to see not only her large, firm breasts
but also her nipples.  She was not just changing her dressing pattern but
there were a lot of other changes which didn't look normal to me at all.  I
also learnt that she had joined a local gym and that she was going there
right after I left for my school.

   One day, returning from school early, I let myself in and heard noises
coming from the ground floor bathroom.  Interestingly, even the door was
ajar, peeping in, I froze to the spot.  Mother had removed her dressing
gown and was now standing semi-naked facing the doorway.  Her hands were
lifted up to her head massaging her shampoo-covered hair and her bare
breasts jutted up and out not three feet from where I stood.  Not only was
she topless but her lower half was also uncovered, revealing white panties,
a white suspender belt, and brown tanned stockings.  Her eyes were closed
because of the shampoo in her hair and her tits jumped and juggled about as
she massaged her head.  Her boobs were round and firm topped with pink
nipples.  Her body was surprisingly toned.Those long hours in the gym were
finally paying off.  Her arms and legs appeared muscular and her stomach
was just breathtakingly corrugated with muscles.  I had never seen a more
defined six-pack in my life.  I was even more surprised by my reaction
towards seeing my mom naked.

   I was aware that whatever feelings I was experiencing were sinful, but I
couldn't help staring at her.  I should have realised my mistake and
instantly turned and walked away.  I shouldn't be looking at my own Mother
in this state ...  I knew that quite clearly.  But for a long moment I
didn't move, I just stayed there and looked.  As she half-turned giving me
a side-on view of her breasts I felt my cock go rock-hard.  Then as I
looked down, I noticed with a stomach-grabbing shock she was wearing
high-heeled shoes and her stockings were seamed and fully-fashioned.  I
could not believe I'd lived with this sexual Goddess all my life and never
know the wonders she'd kept hidden under her staid ordinary clothes.  And
then my fantasy world reached out and touched reality for the first time in
my life, and I knew I wanted more.

   I looked down past her flat stomach till I was staring at my mother's
pussy!  Her tan lines were visible as she rubbed herself, rubbing her dense
pubic hair, thereby exposing her clitoral lips.  My dick was now painfully
erect but I retraced my steps and went out of the house locking the door
behind me.  After a few seconds, I rang the bell.  There was no answer so I
rang the bell again.  A few minutes later, Mom opened the door.

   "What are you doing here?  Your school ends at three."

   "We had a half day today.  I am sorry, I forgot to tell you."

   "That's OK, but don't you have the keys with you?"

   "Oh, mom.  I forgot to take them with me today.  Now can you stop
questioning me and give me something to eat?" I said, irritated.

   "All right, all right.  I'll make pasta for you.  Now go and freshen
up." She kissed me lightly on my lips and pointed towards my room.

   "OK, mom." I was impressed at how quickly, she had dressed herself and
dried her hair.  She was wearing a shower cap, I remembered and immediately
felt my penis hardening again.  I went up to my room and closed the door.
My hand dropped and inserted itself down the front of my pants and I
squeezed my cock as hard as I could.  I began to rub it ever so gently, but
I'd hardly begun before it started to explode, so I went with the flow and
pumped and pumped as it ejected unbelievable amounts of semen into my
underpants.  It was a heart-stopping, stomach-churning, head-exploding,
mammoth of a climax, and I think I even moaned out loud.

   At that time I didn't realise that mom was cheating on my father.  That
is why she was taking a bath in the middle of the day.  Remembering my past
led me to one thing and that was locating mom.

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   Locating mom was not easy.  When I reached the house where we lived
together once, I found out strangers living there.  Through one contact I
met another contact and came to know that my mom was living on her parent's
ranch.  Her second husband has left her for another woman and now she was
alone.  I knew that place where she was living very well.  I immediately
decided to go there.

   The town where mother lived had not changed much with the passage of
time from my childhood.  Last time I had been in town was when I was
fourteen years old, almost ten years before, so the risk of someone
recognizing me as the grandson of the Brensen's was almost nil.  At that
time I was a young city boy who spent his summer holidays with his
grandparents, now I was a man of twenty-four who appeared to be forty. 
With my changed face nobody can recognise me.  I was fairly safe in my
anonymity.  To complete my disguise I needed to change my name, I elected
John Vincent, a random name.

   One of my first concerns was to find accommodation in a town.  There was
a small motel that catered mostly to hunters and fishermen in hunting or
fishing season.  So for the time being I made this place my residence.  In
every small township gossip is a way of life, and I, being a stranger was a
subject of gossip, and at the same time, after a couple weeks in residence
I was treated to some small tidbits of the town peccadilloes.  Best place
was the barbershop, followed by the station-service-bar-restaurant, but I
did prefer the post office.

   I had spread the word I was looking for work, preferably something
related to numbers, but accepted any other kind of work; since I was in a
kind of spiritual and sentimental recovery.  In the whole time I was in the
town, I hadn't seen my mother even once, and I would not inquire about her
to avoid any suspicion.  I wanted that when we were going to meet it were
by chance.

   I sounded out the lady of the post office as subtly as possible, without
naming her, when Mrs.  Brensen appeared by the post office to pick up her
mail.  It was easy, the answer was she came to town once a month, and was
due anytime.  I tried to be prepared for what I was going to do.

   Three days later I was loitering near noon looking at some notices at
the post office when she opened the door and entered.  My heart leapt and
skipped a beat and it seemed to stop in my chest.  She could never be
described as motherly.  More like a milf on a night out, dressed up in a
short black skirt and a white low cut blouse that displayed the top half of
gorgeously full breasts.  It was a 'shag me now' outfit.  Yes I know I'm
talking about my mother, but that is what she looked like.  You've also got
to remember that I'd not seen her for a long, long time and 'mother' was
not a word that I linked with the woman before me.

   "Oh mother, mother" I thought "How much do I love you".

   She gave a perfunctory look at the place and looked at me
disinterestedly when passing by my side as she asked for any mail.

   The answer to her question was negative, and she made a gesture of ill
humour to that answer.  She gave the impression of being a person not
accustomed to be denied.  When she apparently took the reins of her temper
and calmed her bad humour, she asked politely to the lady in the post
office to send for her when the booklet she was waiting came.

   The post office clerk, answered yes of course, and asked what kind of
book was, and what topic was referring to, so she knew when she sorted the
mail.

   My mother answered it was a kind of accounting book, as she was having
some trouble to straighten the bills and the bookkeeping of the ranch.  I
was elated, I had now the means to approach the ranch, become indispensable
to my mother in the management of the ranch, and become indispensable to
her in other ways.

   Next day with my accounting books, the same I use to manage my
investments, I headed for the well-known road to my grandparents' ranch. 
Now all my years of study would bear fruit; not money, of that I have
enough, now they would serve to get me my mother, or so I hoped.

   The road to the ranch ran through a dense forest, quiet and in communion
with nature; I made the thirty or so miles to the ranch house in less than
an hour; at the end of the road, the forest opened into a wide valley to
the bottom of which, were the house, barns, corrals, warehouses, and peons
sheds.

   When my car approached the railing of the house veranda, the door opened
and on the threshold appeared the figure of a beautiful blonde goddess
covering her eyes from the sunlight to distinguish who had arrived, my
mother.  I was mesmerized, and in a flash I felt how difficult was going to
be working at her side, if she accepted my offer.

   "Good morning sir, may I be of service" was her greeting.

   I was tongue tied and with a tremendous effort I answered her.

   "Good morning to you Mrs.  Brensen"

   She looked at me patiently waiting I explained what was my business.  I
tried to explain.

   "Well, err...I was yesterday morning at the post office and....and..."

   "Yes?" her manner was cold, not arrogant or disdainful, just in a kind
of---explain your business and lets go forward with our lives--- manner.

   "Well, as I said, I was yesterday in the post office when you went in
and I heard, unintentionally of course, your conversation and your need of
a certain book".

   She did not say a word, just raised her eyebrows and her eyes had a
certain air of interrogation, or perhaps indifference, her attitude was
remote and I was getting increasingly nervous and could not express my
thoughts clearly.

   "You see madam I have worked as an accountant, not registered, and I was
thinking that I could work for you and be of help".

   She looked at me in a strange way and said mockingly, "Just like that,
you come out of nowhere, and you try to come into my house" My mother was
as tough as beautiful.

   "No, no, it would be preposterous of my part to think that way; I would
go to town after work, of course, that is if you hire me, I could help with
other chores at the ranch as well".

   She looked thoughtfully, as if trying to remember something or someone,
and then with a shake of her head she asked me:

   "Do you have any references?, someone who can vouch and endorse what you
say"

   At that moment I almost made a mistake that could had been fatal, I was
about to give her the phone number of my attorney to contact.  Suddenly I
remembered she had the number, and with despair I thought of who else could
give references of my character that my mother didn't know of my previous
life; I thought: Melanie.

   "Well yes, I have the phone number of someone who can attest, whom I am,
and what I am" and with that I took out of my wallet a business card with
the name and phone number of my attorney and gave it to her.  This attorney
of mine has no idea about my mother.

   She took the card and after reading the name and number raised her
eyebrows and only said, "I'll let one notice for you at the post office,
telling you my decision.  Good morning".

   Suddenly I was alone in front of one house I knew intimately, the door
closed behind her.  I got in my car to go back to tawon and wait for her
answer.  But an idea came to mind, I had to talk to my attorney to put him
aware of what was happening, and he to give my mother a good reference on
mine.

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   Only after two day I met my mom again.  This time she traced me from
post office and contacted me at my motel.

   "Well John Vincent, I'm of a mind to hire you, but first we must discuss
your terms of work, wages and how it will be our working relationship" she
said

   "Of course madam, you just tell me what you want for me to do" I
answered politely.

   "Well as apparently you know, first of all I need someone with the
skills to unravel for me the accounting of the ranch; do you have the
skills?"

   "Yes, madam...." I started but she interrupted me

   "You just call me Natasha, just not madam anymore"

   "Well Natasha, I have been in accounting now several years and I'm quite
good at it, I hope I won't disappoint you, also I have with me everything
necessary to start work"

   "Well now the terms of work, you'll live in an annex of the house; it
makes no sense for you to go back to your room in the motel every day at
dark and back in the morning, your wages will...." interuppting her I said,

   "If you don't mind we'll discuss that later, when you have a good idea
of my work, how I do it and the worth of it."

   "All right if that's how you want it"

   "Good, now I will remove my belongings from the motel and I'll see you
at the ranch in the evening if you don't mind"

   And with that I collected my things and moved to ranch.  That was, I
hoped, my definitive returning home, to my mother, to my new life.  The
ranch bookkeeping was a mess, and I started methodically from very way back
to today.  It was a hell of a work and it would take several months putting
all accounts in order and up to date.

   I could appreciate my mother, was a very lonely woman.  At first she was
very reserved around me; I worked from my grandfather office, comfortable
blend of living room and den and she rarely appeared; talking to me outside
the room, I usually gave her the reports on the morning after drinking
coffee, or at night after dinner if there was something important she had
to resolve early in the morning.

   In the first few months our relationship was strictly professional; her
attitude towards me and my work had changed little by little as we got into
confidence and began to know each other better.  After a time her cool
stance was warming, and our relationship was, at least, friendly enough for
her bring me a cup of coffee in my working hours.  It was nearly Christmas
one night, when after dinner, she very subtly started to ask me about my
family, my previous works, and for aspects of my former life, questions
such as if I had a wife or ex-wife; any girl friends and what a was
thinking to do after, if ever, I finished my work with her.

   I didn't know which way was going her interest, I wouldn't had any
trouble answering all her questions, my life in general had been quite
vanilla, but being her son, I had to be very careful with my answers so
that when I whitened our family relationship with her, we shouldn't return
to have conflicts again.

   By that time winter had come discharging all its fury, first rain, and
then heavy snowfall and freezing temperatures; with the livestock sheltered
the remaining peons on the ranch didn't come out of their barn except to
give the animals water and food; at the ranch house Natasha and I were
alone, she cooked and made her things and I mostly watched TV and read in
my free time, most evenings, after dinner she with a glass of wine and me
with coffee or tea, watched TV if the signal was clear, and talked.  She
asked me again and again about my hobbies, my interests in life and my
plans for the future, I answered her the best I could without compromising
myself too much my answers were deliberately vague, and as a counterpart I
started to ask her about her life and how she, such a beautiful lady, had
become a rancher.

   She blushed at my words praising her beauty and I realized how lonely my
mother was.  I decided that by the New Year I was going to conquer the
heart of my mother as John Vincent and bed her, after that I would see how
to change John for Pierce Bridgeport, her son, without affecting or
changing our relationship.

   She told me how she met her hfirst husband when she was at college; she
told me how they had fell in love and that when she got pregnant dropped
out of college and married.  She told me at the start have been many golden
sparks in her marriage, but as time went on and they had a child, the
romance, not the love, had silently waned and they decided to divorce.  She
siad she wanted her son to live with her but her husband took him away from
her.

   I asked her about the where about of her son, but she said she had no
idea about him or his father.

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   At Christmas, inspired, I remembered a Christmas thirteen years ago with
my grandparents and I went to the storeroom in the back of the house and
brought up an old Christmas tree that we had first used when I came on
vacation from High School.  It was an old artificial tree, in a place full
of live pines, which had grown old with.  Mom; it was still packed full of
old ornaments and lights.  We, Natasha and me, spent that evening putting
it up and we thoroughly enjoyed decorating the tree as we silently recalled
( each for different motives) special memories evoked by specific ornaments
and of hilarious disasters involving the tree and our efforts to decorate
it in our youth.  Miraculously the lights were still in a working state the
first time we plugged them in.  Natasha was delighted and clapped her hands
and jumped up and down like a child; she isn't a child and I couldn't help
but notice how her breasts bounced enticingly under her blouse.

   After dinner we turned off all the other lights and cuddled up on the
couch a blanket draped over us.  Mom's body was pressed firmly up against
mine, and I could feel her breasts move as she breathed.  We held hands and
once in a while, Mom would squeeze my hand and I would look at her only to
find her staring intently at me.  I asked myself, "Had she recognized me;
does she know who I am?" I answered myself, "No, that's not possible";
anyway a chill ran through my body.

   During most of those intense moments, we would kiss, sometimes chastely,
sometimes with the passion that only lovers ever experience, and back to
watch our tree.  She had some Christmas music playing softly on the stereo.
And Natasha, my mom, her feet curled up beneath her, leaned into me, my arm
around her and her head on my shoulder.  "This is so perfect" she said
softly.  "This is so..."

   "Romantic?" I suggested, pulling her against me.

   "Yes, romantic" she replied, looking up into my eyes.  "This is how I
always wanted Christmas to be like, cuddled up on the couch with the man I
love, but...well, you know how it is, it hasn't been like this for a long
time now" She left the rest unsaid.

   "Yes, I know, and now I guess you'll have to make do with me" I said it
kind of jokingly, but also realizing she might take it as if I was
flirting.

   "Actually, John, I like being with you.  You had always being respectful
exactly what I like.  I can't imagine anyone I'd rather be with right now.
Thank you for this".  She rose up and kissed me on the corner of the mouth.
"I love you, like a son."

   Natasha gasped a little and for a moment as I pulled slightly back, she
looked as if she might kiss me back, we just gazed at each other for a long
time, the air was full of erotic tension; and finally, she smiled at me and
leaned into me again, putting her head on my chest.  "It's very romantic,"
she whispered and then she fell silent and the tension slowly drained away.
The moment was wonderful and romantic and we watched our blinking Christmas
tree for a long time, content to be in each other's arms.

   At the time, from the onset, when I first figured it out, at least in my
mind, that she was attracted to me, it was something, not for desired, less
unexpected.  I wasn't waiting it, it was something I was not expecting at
that moment but, at the same time, it had been in my mind for so very long
that I congratulated she felt that way about me, and expressed this depth
interest in being with me.

   She asked if I would like to see a movie, I said yes and she looked for
and found a chick flick she liked; Natasha went to got ready for bed.  I
changed into some boxer shorts and a T-shirt.  Natasha came out wearing
only a nice sweatshirt, looking sexy as hell as it showed off part of her
shapely legs and was just long enough to make me wonder what she had on
underneath.  After the movie, we watched the news, the weatherman gleefully
predicting another five or six inches of snow overnight.  She was touching
me all over, while drinking and cuddling together, further exploring the
boundaries, suddenly the TV went blank, the snow had apparently cut the
reception.

   And then I tuned the radio into a station playing slow blues and jazz
Christmas music.

   "Mmmm, I like this music, John," She said, swaying a little in time to
the tune.

   I smiled and replied, "Would you like to dance?"

   She grinned from ear to ear.  "I'd love to, John!" I turned off the
lights on the Christmas tree and took her by the hand and walked her to the
middle of the room in front of the glowing fireplace.  She put her arms
around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist and we slowly moved
to the music.

   As the melodies flowed out the radio, Mom rested her head against my
chest and whispered, "I love you, John"

   I wanted to cry "I'm not John, I'm your son" My heart felt like it would
burst and I whispered back, "I love you, Natasha"

   Mom sighed and pressed herself more snugly against me.  She lifted her
head to look me in the face, her eyes glittering with love and I think
desire.  "Whatever we are, whatever we become, I'll always love you.  Never
forget that, John."

   I could barely make my voice rise above a whisper, "I won't.  I love you
so much, Natasha, you cannot know how much I do." We continued dancing, our
movements slow and steady, almost melting into one being, and both our
hearts beating at the same rhythm.  I pulled Natasha, my mom, more tightly
against me, relishing her warmth, her softness against my body.  My hands
slowly strayed downwards, finding their way underneath her sweatshirt until
with awe I realized I was holding my mother by her bare ass cheeks.  Her
skin was soft and hot to the touch.  I realized I was as hard as a rock, my
cock pressing against Natasha's stomach.

   The only thing left to do, was to make love; and so my heart beat
faster, with each step, drawing us closer to her bed and the moment where I
would cross the line, a line I dreamed to cross, but I never thought I
would ever approach.

   In the few steps it took for us to reach her bedroom, my mind began
racing as I thought about how very surreal this all was.  Natasha was my
mother, and she was someone whom I had been in love with for a long time
now.  In all this time I had been on the ranch we hadn't really touched
each other, here and there sometimes a brushing of hands, on rare
occasions, a touch on my shoulder or arm when she wished to call my
attention and point out something that she did not understand in the
accounts, today had been the first time touching had had a different
meaning, in one way had been, but it was not a sort of flirting; as if we
had been trying to discern if this was what we really wanted.



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   "I'm going to give you an around the world tour, if that is Ok with you,
would you like it?" I asked Natasha, my unsuspecting mother.

   "I, I...I don't know what it is, maybe"

   It was clear her uncertainty, beyond her elegant figure, her offhand
attitude that of a sophisticated woman of the world she hadn't stopped
being inside her a teenager from a rural world; her amatory experience was,
apparently, not very extensive, my father, who was a great physician, was
probably an average lover.  A thought flashed across my mind that made me
smile inwardly.  Surely my father hadn't had a professor at the University
who was as good as Melanie; who had a master degree in "Loving 101", "102",
etc, etc.

   While Natasha stepped over to the dresser, placing her wine glass atop
it, I walked to the nightstand by the bed, setting mine there; and just as
she was about to turn, I went to her from behind placing my hands on her
shoulders.  She leaned back to me her head on my chest, I tilted her head
to the side and then I pulled her long hair aside and started kissing and
licking her neck with the tip of my tongue as my hands slipped around her
chest where they began delicately manipulating and caressing her breasts.

   She moaned in arousal, and the delicate tips of her breasts began to
stiffen and to get hard as if they were stone pebbles, at the same time she
slide her right hand down between us and began strumming my bulge over my
shorts and she arched backward to meet my shaft rubbing away at her
derriere and began to moan and cry out softly in pleasure.  Natasha slid
her hand under the fabric of my boxer and caressed the inside of my right
thigh as my cock throbbed harder and I felt a patina of sweat on my palms
as I caressed her breasts.

   I heard Natasha let out a low moan and she ran her left hand down to the
small of my back and pressed on it urging me to push myself harder against
her.  I ran my right hand down to her ass and stroked it then grabbed it
hard and holding her tighter I began to lift her sweatshirt up her torso
and press against her with more force feeling my cock move about and poke
into the crack of her bare ass as I thrust my hips.

   I unravelled our arms from each other and took off my shorts and then I
pushed her gently to the bed and made her lay on her stomach.

   "John" she whispered with trembling voice as she lay at my disposal not
knowing what the meaning of an --around the world-- was.  "Please be gentle
with me, I don't want to be hurt"

   "Don't worry my love, this is all about pleasure, I love you too much to
hurt you in anyway, "I tried to reassure her.

   She was a tall and statuesque woman and over the bed, the long length of
her naked back stretched from her head to her waist, her long and graceful
neck and along the center, directly over her spine, a deep valley ran
between the muscles in her back, rising and disappearing into her slender
asscheeks.  From there down, the same valley sank into the deep crack that
ended in a beautiful pair of long tanned legs.  I was mesmerized, there
were no marks except for a tiny thong line, the rest of her unblemished
body was beautifully tanned to perfection and my memory went back to a
similar mement in my life; ten years ago to this same body to which I was
applying sun screen at my parents poolside.

   She sighed profoundly with contentment and confidence and sank further
into the mattress.  I ran my hands up along her back, astounded at the
silky smoothness of her skin, the unblemished surface burning to my touch.
I don't remember how long I was stroking her back and neck, sliding my
hands down to the curve of her ass, cupping her round cheeks in my palms.

   I allowed my fingers to drift down, along the cleft between her cheeks
and touched very lightly the star of her asshole and felt her twitch as my
fingers passed softly over it.  Then I moved them down, stroking her inner
thighs and she widened her legs for me to gain greater access.  Again my
memories came back.

   I stroked downwards, and my fingers ran along the outer fold of her
labia, her pussy-lips were very wet and I took her fluids with the tip of
my fingers.  I ran them up to her perineum to the star of her ass and I
tickled the rim moistening it, and then I went back down, moving my fingers
inwards a fraction, repeating this, moving them in a little more each time
until I had stroked the full width of her pussy lips and eventually came to
my target.  At last I ran a finger directly up over the closed slit of her
pussy.

   Her fluids had by now filled her and leaked out and my fingertip was
coated as I ran it along the slit.  Natasha moaned and lifted her hips
backward.

   Finally, I couldn't hold myself back any longer; and I started to
fulfill my promise, I was going to give her a saliva bath with my lips and
tongue; I was going to make the tour around my world, her body.  Kneeling
on the floor I spread her legs wide and my hot mouth found her sex, and it
found her hot, wet and willing.

   My hands, lips and tongue, roamed over the back of her gorgeous body
from neck to thighs as I licked her into a steamy simmer, still on my knees
I continued to lap at her exquisite body leaving a trail of saliva, my
hands stroking the back of her thighs and over her hips, and then onto her
ass cheeks, caressing, squeezing, pushing together and pulling gently
apart. She pushed forward onto her forearms as my fingers trailed up and
down along her legs, from her ankles slowly along her inner thigh to dip
into the wet heat of her.

   Natasha groaned as my lips left a trail of wetness, moving slowly across
her soft ass cheeks.  She knew where this was heading and she trembled in
anticipation.  She couldn't know that I would take my time and draw out
both her pleasure and my pleasure.

   I chuckled as I watched this beautiful woman squirm in front of me.  I
was learning to love teasing her.  With Melanie I would sometimes, take an
hour or more to build up to the final act.  She had made me a master at
slow, sensual seduction.

   "Oh God, sweetie," Natasha moaned.  "Please!"

   Her mind was a fog of lusty arousal as she surrendered to the sensations
I was giving her, my probing fingers, my hot breath on her thigh, my moist
lips and wet tongue sliding completely over her hot body and preferably on
her ass cheeks.  She just gave in to it, sought the pleasure in every
touch. When I raised her hand to her asscheeks she instinctively raised the
other with it, and spread her cheeks as my tongue trailed from the base of
her spine and down between.

   She shuddered and moaned when the probing tip of my tongue found her
puckered hole and swirled around it, my fingers still thrusting gently into
her hungry sex.  Her face pressed into the mattress now and she rocked her
hips back at to me as I trailed a finger over her clit that sent a jolt
right through to her sizzling core.

   My tongue pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent
tingles ricocheting down her legs and up her spine to her brain.  Her hands
fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my
tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her.  Her moans were
constant, muffled by the mattress as she rocked back and forth as my hungry
mouth devoured her tasty ass, her own fingers now plunging into her sex in
time with her rocking, thrusting hips.

   "Ohhhh, yes, yessss," she gasped, already pushing up her buttocks,
unable to stop herself as her lust filled mind took total control of her
body.  She felt her insides stretching, opening as my tongue worked in
deeper and deeper, until my chin sat snugly against the back of her hand
that she had fingering herself deeply with.

   I bit her soft flesh gently, leaving teeth marks on the white skin. 
Then I sat back slightly and paused for a moment to take in the view in
front of me.  My mother's firm buttocks were perfect; and my hands trembled
as I reached out and caressed the soft skin, I saw goose bumps rise on her
ass cheeks and then run down the back of her thighs.  Slowly, I opened her
cheeks again.

   We moaned at the same time as mother's tiny rose was exposed.  I loved
looking at her puckered little hole.  It was wrinkled and pale pink;
Natasha couldn't stop her hips from squirming to whom to her I would be
what?  Would I be her lover?  Would I be her husband to be?  Would I
continue to be her trustworthy employee?  It was this a one night stand? 
Never mind, I was him whose adoring eyes were centered on her most private
place.  Suddenly, she could feel again my hot breath on her pulsing hole.
It was getting very warm in the room.

   My tongue came out and touched, once more, the little rim.  I felt her
tremble with excitement; then my tongue circled around the hole in a
teasing fashion.  When Natasha pushed back, I pulled away and chuckled
teasingly again.  Then I moved my tongue to the top of her buttocks before
sliding it down one cheek and up the other, leaving a trail of saliva.

   Natasha was growing impatient.  "Oh please!" she moaned as she felt me
begin to lick her again.  This time, my tongue started at the top of her
crack and moved slowly downward, edging closer and closer, teasing her
again and again; and finally my tongue touched the tiny hole again.

   "Ohhhh my god" she moaned and pushed her ass back toward my tongue
again.

   I stiffened my tongue and pressed forward.

   "Oh mmmyyyyy Goddddddddd" she screamed and the noise rattled the room
walls and her body trembled like a leaf.  I had done this to Melanie
countless times and every time seemed to be the first.  I could tell that
Natasha could feel my wide tongue separating her sphincter and slipping
into her body; she said with panting words "I had always thought that this
act was too dirty for words, now I felt it is a necessary part of
lovemaking"; yes I thought it is a prelude to something much bigger and
much longer.

   "Yes, yes, yes." she moaned as she felt my tongue beginning to move in
and out of her slowly stretching hole.  Suddenly, Natasha cried, and her
body went, first rigid, and then limp, I took my tongue out her ass, her
hole pulsed, as if it had a mind of its own, like it needed something to
stretch it to the limit.

   I turned her so she was lying on her back now.  I kissed her mouth and
placed little kisses all over her face.  I sucked her ear lobes.  I kissed
her neck.  I licked her breast and sucked her nipples into my mouth.  I
kissed and licked my way down her body; then I reached the pubic hair above
her pussy; oh my god, it was so soft and fluffy, it's like new snow on a
mountain side.  I put my nose close to the lips of her pussy; her smell was
intoxicating me.  I spread her pussy lips apart and saw the moisture had
made her pink flesh glisten.  I was so desperate to taste her I spread her
legs a little more and I moved so my face was lying between her legs, my
nose an inch from her beautiful pussy.

   "I could lay here for hours and just smell you; this is what heaven must
smell like.  It makes me lightheaded".  I told her.  This is something I've
wanted to do since I was thirteen.  I thought

   "I am delighted you like my smell so much but you are going to have to
do more than just lay there.  You have got me all worked up again".

   I stick a finger in her pussy and then placed it under her nose.  "See
what I am talking about".

   She took hold of my hand and licked her cream from my finger.  "Yes, it
smells nice and taste good too.  Soooo..."

   "Ok, Ok I can take a hint".  Spreading her cunt lips I dived my head
until my mouth was covering her pussy; oh, it was so soft and warm, the
syrup from flesh was like thick cream.  I started to lap it all up; in the
meanwhile Natasha was making little moaning sounds, I licked deep inside
her; she was right, it tasted wonderful; I pulled a pillow down and she
raised her hips and I placed the pillow under her ass, She spread her legs
and her pussy opened slightly, It was the most beautiful sight of my life,
nothing was comparable; my mouth covered her cunt and I licked, sucked and
suckled.  But, I avoided her clitoris, for now.

   She reminded me of a kitten purring.  My father's widow, my mother, was
responding to my every move.  How lucky I was.  How lucky I am.  I adore
her.  I had wanted for a long time to eat her up.  I found her clit with my
tongue and at the same time stuck two fingers in her cunt all the while
licking up and down her slit and teasing her clit; her moans were louder;
her hands were clutching at her breasts.  My father's widow is so close to
orgasm, but I don't want her to cumm yet, I want to keep her on the edge,
on the brink.  This is so perfect.  I love it.  I'm in love with her.  I
had loved my father too but I don't feel guilty.  She's desperate and
raises her ass further up off the bed.  She moves her hips up and down in a
fucking motion.

   She is close and wants release; I want to prolong our enjoyment, sucking
and licking her cunt; my father's widow wants to cum, soon sweetheart,
soon, I thought.  I decided it was time to let her finish.  I licked her
clit hard and rammed my two fingers deep into her pussy trying to connect
her g spot.  Her hands left her breasts and went to the back of my head;
she pulled my head into her crotch and lifted her ass up from the pillow as
far as she could to meet my face.  My father's widow is cumming.  And Oh my
god, how hard she cums.  She screams out my name, which is the name she
thinks is mine.  She locks her legs around my head.  She bucks up and down.
.  Oh how I love it.  Oh How I love her; my father's widow; my mother.

   Her back was arching, her nails were digging into my shoulder blades.  I
was inhaling her fragrance, infatuated with her sex.  My tongue was probing
at her clitoris as my fingers continuously penetrate her.

   "Ohhh," she moaned with her eyes closed.  Her heels were digging into
the mattress as her hands continued to run through my hair.  The moans were
becoming louder and I knew she was close to climax.

   I moved both my hands up to her breasts and gently squeeze them.  Her
nipples were completely erect and I rubbed the areolas softly, making her
grunt with pleasure.  She was pleading me to allow her to climax.

   "Please John.  Please, please, please..."

   I was teasing her wet cunt, not giving her complete satisfaction yet; I
waited until the orgasm was close, and then eased off her clitoris.  I gave
light flickers against it with my tongue, tantalizing her while she was so
incredibly close to that brink of no return.

   The passion between her legs was building again.  My fingers were
inside, furiously going back and forth; In and out they go as she cried
with raw pleasure.  Her large breasts were bouncing around as her pussy was
enduring the most pure torture desire can give.  I can only keep my wicked
smile as I pushed back and forth, harder and harder with three fingers.

   "Right there...Ohhh, Ohhh, make me cumm!"

   I thought, I am going to let her go, seeing as she was so riled up.  Her
hips were thrusting at my face harshly, erotically.  I could feel her knees
buckle, her sex contracting.  Her face was flushed.  I could tell she had
let all her emotions go into what she was feeling.  Lust.

   "Oh, I can't take it anymore," she cried.  Her hips gave a strong lunge
at my face as I buried my fingers deep inside her.  Four of them were
fucking her pussy as my mouth buzzed on her clitoris, I was not stopping
even to save my life.  She thrust her pussy at my face even though her
orgasm was almost at an end.

   "Please, please, please John.  You are driving me crazy.  Please lick me
higher.  I can't stand it.  Oh God!  Oh Gaad"

   I kept her on the verge of cumming.  I knew that when I touched her clit
again she was going to explode.  She was clutching the back of my head
trying to force me higher.  OK dear mother, I thought, if that's what you
want...  here it goes.  I licked across her clit over and over and....

   OOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOOOOD, OOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOD, OH MY, I'MMMMM
CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG, OH JOHN, JOHN, JOHN.  I LOVE
YOU. I LOVE YOU; GOD, OH GOD, HOW I LOVE YOU, I'MMM
CCCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG.

   I waited a few more minutes until the spasms subsided before I removed
my mouth from her cunt.



   It took her several minutes to descend from cloud nine where her mind
had gone, afterward she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, craving my
tongue against hers, she sucked her cream from my tongue and mouth.  I
rubbed her breasts again, and twisted the nipples as she erotically pressed
her lips against mine.

   "That was fucking great," she said.  She leaned back against the head
bed, smiling like a little schoolgirl.  Her heart was finally beating
normally.

   "So, did you like the around the world tour I promised you?"

   She looked at me with adoring eyes, a lover's look, a look of love, the
look that I want she would give me when she finds out that I am his son.

   "Yes, it was a magnificent experience; something I would like to repeat
in the near future.  But now is your turn.  What do you want me do to you?"

   "If you don't mind, now I would like we make love in the missionary
position, I want to see your face and look in your eyes when I'm inside
you"

   "Oh John yes, I want to see your face too; I want to feel you inside me,
I want that big penis giving me pleasure"

   I, to her, her unknown son, was standing naked with my cock jutting out
from my groin.  My prick was eight and a half-inch in length, very thick
and very stiff.

   "My god, John, THAT thing is really huge...  that's the biggest penis I
have ever seen...  mmmm...  Come and hold me, my dear"

   I held her and kissed her, on the lips, slipping my tongue into her
mouth.  Mother reacted favourably and after a moment, was kissing me back;
we were soon sliding our tongues into each other's mouths.  I knelt between
her thighs poising myself over her in the bed, in the secular fucking
position, my pole rigid with desire and dripping pre-cum.

   Natasha immediately began repositioning herself on the bed waiting for
me to fill her.  First she just slid her body so her very wet and eager
pussy was in front of my dangling pole, then she took it with her two hands
and begun to slid its mushroom head back and forth on her pussy lips,
getting it wetter with her juices.  Then she intentionally maneuvered her
hips so that her hole found my glands.  I put my hands on her hips and
helped guide her to where I needed to be.  Then with a few brief strokes,
my dick plunged into the cunt I came out and had been dreaming about since
I was 13.

   We held each other very tightly as we made love the first time.  The
intensity of our connection made us feel like if we were truly of one
flesh, which in a way we are, being mother-son.  My fully erect prick
seemed to be the perfect length and thickness to fill up my mother
perfectly.  When she ground me down on herself the head of my cock rubbed
against her cervix and the head entering her womb, and I felt I had
penetrated her like she had never been, I think not even by my father.

   "Fuck me, John.  Make me never forget this first time."

   A few minutes later I felt her squeeze me harder inside her.  I
continued stabbing at her deep inside.  We began to move together as if
we'd been lovers for years.  Natasha's legs came up and back as she gripped
me with her thighs, her heels pressing into my flanks, guiding the pace of
my thrusts, wincing at times if my thrusts were too hard and deep.  I
rested on her big, pillow-like breasts, enjoying the sensations of her
hard, thick nipples scraping against my chest.  I brought my mouth to hers
and we teasingly kissed each other, tongues reaching out to lick a lip or
to dance together before finally we pressed our mouths together in a
passionate kiss of soul mates.

   We moved together and kissed, deeply, with passion, and we kept our eyes
open, looking into each other's gaze and getting lost in the immensity of
our souls.  Natasha's pussy clasped at my shaft, resisting every movement
my cock took to withdraw and then gently caressing my flesh as I sank back
into her moist, creamy flesh.  I was buried deep within her womb and her
whole body seemed to throb with desire, with each deep thrust,
Mom-Natasha's eyes grew wider and seemed to beg me for more.

   She uncurled her arms from around my neck and she reached back and used
the headboard for leverage to thrust up with her hips more fiercely at my
pushing cock.  She spread her legs very wide and then wrapped them again
around my pistoning ass, digging into my butt.  She suddenly broke the
kiss, crying out as an orgasm began to explode inside her womb, "More,
lover, give everything; fuck me, fuck me harder, deeper, oh, oh Johnnn" A
look of joyous disbelief broke out on Natasha's face.  "Omigod, omigod,
making me cummmm, John, You're making me cummmm"

   "I'm gonna cum too," I moaned after an eternity of sexual bliss.  This
woman was carnality incarnated; her long white blond hair wet with sweat
was swinging around her face, her lovely rose skinned body dripping with
sweat, her scent was thick in my nostrils, urging me to cum.

   "Cum in me, please" this goddess gasped, "Give me your seed, lover.  I
want it.  I need your spunk, John!  Fill me up with your baby making sperm!
Make me pregnant, John"

   Her entire body had seemed to clench up as she screamed and convulsed
beneath me, her cunt clasping my dick tightly, her womb literally sucking
my seed out of my body.  I let my throbbing cock explode inside her and I
kissed her roughly on the mouth, driving my tongue between her lips to her
throat.  We kissed hungrily, madly, passionately as we rode out our mutual
orgasms.  It seemed for a moment that I might never stop cumming, I was
ejaculating at the woman I had held in the back of my mind for years,
saving my baby making sperm for the one pussy that deserved it the most, my
beloved mother.

   She bit her lip as overwhelming waves of pleasure swept through her
mind. Her body began to spasm; her pussy was tightening around my cock,
deeply buried in her flesh.  I bit my own lip, wanting the minor pain to
keep my own incredible pleasure from sending me over the edge.  Natasha
arched her back as she continued to orgasm, her face now contorted with
ecstatic sobs.

   Finally, she went limp like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut. 
Her legs slipped down my back to the bed and she sniffled as she gasped,
"Whooooaa, I've never, ever cum like that before, sweetheart"

   Gradually, things began to calm down.  My flood of semen became a
trickle with Natasha's milking cunt sucking the last few drops of my seed
as we caught our breath.  "My god" I gasped.  "This was the most incredible
fuck of my life"

   "This is the best Christmas present I've ever had.  It's given me more
pleasure in one night that I had in a lifetime before"

   She giggled and waggled her eyebrows.  "And your little friend
downstairs it's a lot bigger than any cock I've ever known"

   "Merry Christmas, Moth...Natasha.  I love you," I whispered as I lowered
myself on top of her wondering if I had not committed a gaffe when I almost
had let escape the word mother.

   Only one thought marred my felicity, I hadn't used a condom, and I
didn't know, I thought no, if Natasha, my mother, used any kind of
contraceptive.



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   After that wonderful Christmas evening the next days and weeks were
uneventful, snow kept falling and we made the ranch house a living cocoon;
we had everything we needed to live our romance undisturbed, leaving the
house the minimum required to breathe clean air and walk around.  Surely,
we made love, she didn't know it, but I was living a dream, a long time
dream.  The bed was the place where we spent most of the time, but the
floor in front of the fire place on a blanket was our favorite place to
make love late at night; soft, languid, unhurried sex, with many caresses,
kisses and tenderness, everything I had wished for so long and making good
use of the love lessons I had taken with Natalie, not so long ago.

   The New Year came and went and our love affair was as the first day, our
commitment grew and grew with the passing of the days, January gave way to
February, and by the end of the month our world seemed to explode into
pieces, our romance shatter, and our idyll in ruins.

   Natasha got up one morning nauseous and with an upset stomach, after the
first symptoms had passed and when she felt better, we examined whether
there were any food that might have gone bad and got her sick.  It seemed
impossible that two adult persons would not think of a possible pregnancy,
especially when neither of the two had taken precautions against it.

   Natasha, because she believed that she was too old to become pregnant,
(although she was still menstruating regularly); and I, well I, because I
had no fucking idea about the mysteries of womanhood.  I was going to learn
quickly about those mysteries with tears of blood.  After several days of
morning nauseas and stomach cramps, we decided go to see the town doctor;
we went to Troy, not Clark Fork, that for no other reason than Natasha
didn't like Dr Fergusson, Clark Fork physician.

   In Troy the resident physician, after hearing Natasha, sent us to buy a
pregnancy test, and oh heavens, the test was positive.  He considered that
it would be a good idea a pelvic examination by a doctor to be sure of the
pregnancy and he did.  After wards all hell broke loose.  After we left the
clinic Natasha, in shock, started giving me the silent treatment; as usual
I, the thoughtless moron was the guilty one, we both had made love, we both
had enjoyed but it was me who had the guilt of the pregnancy.  I was the
careless one.  The return trip to the ranch was pure torture; she became an
ice statue, cold, distant, not answering me when I spoke to her.

   All of a sudden I was reminded of her, my mother, ten years ago when I
was a teenager, and the reasons for which I had fled my parent's house and
why had I not wanted to see her for so many years.  Would history repeat
again?  My heart broke in my chest like a fragile crystal vase.

   Arriving to the ranch she got down from the car, always silent, and did
enter the house, I put the car in the barn and entered the same house not
knowing what my role would be from now on.  Soon it was made very clear to
me,

   "John, I need time alone to discern what I'm going to do about
this....this....this pregnancy, will you please take your clothes and
personal things from my bedroom and return to your former room".  She told
me not looking at me.

   I was confounded, aghast, this was the woman I had adored all this
years, the woman who had told me she loved me only a few days ago; I almost
turned to leave the house and disappear forever.  I didn't need this
because at no time had she raised the issue of my responsibility or asked
if I was willing to take charge of fatherhood.

   Common sense told me to cool my mood, women react to the same problem in
a different way to men and in the case of pregnancy, their reaction is more
visceral more emotional full of fear at the first moment, their vision of
life changes in a flash, theirs bodies change and their emotions change
sometimes from one day to the other.

   So I did make as she said and waited for a few days to see how events
unfolded.  After I had taken my things from the bedroom, she went inside,
closed the door and didn't come out for several days; I heard her come out
at night, go to the kitchen, take some food and return to her room.  I left
her alone.

   I don't have a very clear idea how much time she confined herself.  Was
it a week, ten days?

   I cannot say for sure; but when she came out of her room looking for me
she told me she had already made a decision about her pregnancy,

   She just said: "I'm going to abort before is too late"

   I was stunned, speechless, mute, and deaf, with a bitter feeling in the
mouth and my stomach decomposed; my head was spinning and I had to take a
hold to steady myself and not fall down.

   "Say something John, say you agree with me.  Say it, please" she said,
almost begging.

   "What can I say; you have already taken the decision all by yourself, in
ten days you haven't even said a word to me; had you asked yourself for a
moment what would my feelings be about my son.  Because it's my son too; if
you don't feel like being a mother again for everything that entails a
pregnancy at your age, why for god's sake didn't at least discuss it with
me?  I'm not a monster I could understand your fears."

   It seemed I talked to a deaf, it was evident her mind didn't register
anything I said to her, her mind was a cocoon in which she was alone with
her thoughts and nothing more did enter, not even when I reacted of my
anguish and near paralysis and numbly blurted in a whisper "My name is not
John"

   She looked at me not understanding, at that moment not even caring shook
her head and said; "Never mind that, now, will you take me to the clinic?

   I shook my head in despair and without another word I went to prepare
the car for the trip.  The journey was a repetition of the last one.  She
silent, adamant in her purpose, I, driving with a doom over my head,
thinking of the return and about my future, I decided I would return east,
to Boston, and forget, if possible, I have a mother.

   It was late evening we arrived in town, almost night, and we had to wait
until morning to see the general practitioner of the town who was the only
doctor as in many rural areas.  Sleeping together would be awkward, since
we did not share the bedroom anymore, so I decided moving to a different
motel leaving her the car and meeting her at the motel first thing in the
morning; I would need to walk a long walk.  She didn't oppose the
arrangement.

   The night was a sleepless one and a journey of introspection of my life;
with its highs and lows, with what I did and what I could have done better.
And I reached several conclusions.  If my mother got an abortion I would
leave her life forever, without remorse and trying to overcome the
fascination she had exercised over me throughout my life, another of my
conclusions was I was so sorry for not having been closer to my father.

   In the morning I was haggard, gaunt, with bloodshed eyes but had decided
of the steps to follow.  I went looking for her, it was a long haul, and
when she saw me took a step back and a quick cloud of uncertainty passed
over her face; my only words were,

   "Good morning, shall we go"

   She had uncertainty written all over her face it was clear she hadn't
sleep well, maybe not even had slept at all and perhaps she was having
second thoughts about the whole situation, I was so distressed at that
moment I didn't even care but she answered civilly enough: "Good morning,
you don't look well, are you OK".

   I didn't want to talk to her, I didn't want to talk to anybody and above
everything I didn't want for her to feel sorry or worried for me.  At that
moment she was less than nothing to me, as the mules I had put blinders on
my face and nothing around me interested me.  I didn't want to talk her out
of her decision, she had made it and it was her burden to carry alone. 
Sounds childish?  Yes it was.  I was destroyed and wanted to end the
nightmare and go away.  Sao I answered her as brutally as I could,

   "Don't worry about me, I'm fine" and again "Shall we go"

   Without another word she got in the car and we went to her appointment
in the clinic.

   She explained to the doctor what was happening and what did she want; I
had been invited by the doctor to be present in the office, he must had
supposed I was her husband or....something, and when she had finished he
looked at me, I stood in silence giving no opinion, and after several
seconds he asked Natasha to go up to the gurney to examine her.  I didn't
want to be present, I didn't want to have nothing to do with what was
happening; it was her decision, not mine or ours just hers.

   I excused myself and went outside to the corridor to wait the news;
after half an hour the doctor's office door opened and I was asked to come
inside.  Natasha's facial expression was different, I could not read her
thoughts, but she seemed at times joyful, at times worried, even
preoccupied, but at no time indifferent.

   "Well Mr.  Brensen, your wife can't have an abortion, with her age it's
very dangerous and her life may be in danger"

   I didn't know if that was the truth or if he had convinced her of not
aborting or if she had been thinking about it herself and had decided not
to; now I was sorry I didn't stay in the room.  And I was astounded, Mr. 
Brensen!!  My wife!!  What the hell was happening, what had happened inside
that room in that half an hour?  But before I could open my mouth to say
something, the good doctor followed:

   "As I was saying no abortion for your wife, but she is very healthy and
there is no reason not to carry the pregnancy to term and have a healthy
child.  So I wait you again in a month and congratulations", and with that
he took my hand in a handshake, dismissing us.  Now it was my turn to be
silent.

   The return trip to the ranch was like a story of another time, she began
to speak making plans for the future and at the same time she looked at me
with a radiant face; I, contrary to her, didn't respond her and was as
silent as death.  It was Kafkaesque, and I did not understand her reaction
or new attitude; what shows I really know nothing of feminine psychology.
When we were approaching the ranch she began to realize I was silent and
hadn't said a word, she stopped talking.

   When we reached the ranch, I parked in the path and left the car outside
the garage, and then I headed straight to my room to prepare my luggage. 
Natasha followed me and when she saw what I was doing stopped short and
couldn't react.

   "John, what are you doing?  Where are you going?  John please we need to
talk, I need to explain..."

   Now it was me who was deaf and inside my mind, now it was me who didn't
listen, "Well, now that you are your own self again, is time for me to go
and let you alone, as you wanted" I told her with a bleeding heart.

   "John....what....what are you talking about; you can't leave me now" she
said with a stricken face.

   "Well, until this afternoon in the clinic, you didn't want anything to
do with -- your "husband" -- you even let me go to another place to sleep
last night.  So I think I have nothing to do here"

   "But that's not true, I mean....  Wait a minute, yesterday morning
before going to the clinic you told me you were not John, if you are not
him, who are you?"

   That was a question that once, not so long ago, in my dreams I had
wished her to make me, now I wasn't so sure, "Doesn't matter anymore, just
keep you healthy for your baby and don't forget in a month you have the
good doctor waiting for you, now if you don't mind..."

   "But I mind, won't you at least let me explain the last days, what was
on my mind, what was in my soul?  Why I seemed an autistic.  It wasn't that
I don't want a child it is I'm afraid, I have a son around your age and my
childbirth labor was very long and complicated before his birth." She
paused, thinking, I assume, trying to explain herself so she could get to
me, to my obtuse mind closed to anything that was not my anguish and
sorrow.

   "Don't you see it's not I don't love you, it was a surprise knowing I'm
pregnant at my age and fear made me act that way; I had always wanted more
children but my late husband didn't, to him we had the perfect family and
later...later it was too late for us.  And then after so many years I fall
in love with you, but, but you are younger than me and I didn't expect...I
was in shock and my reaction was full of fear.  I don't know my love it is
not easy to explain, but I want us to be together and have the baby
and...and...and."

   And she started sobbing and they were heartbreaking sobs her slim frame
shaken as by a storm and I just could no longer pretend indifference, I
love her and care about her and her distress was ripping my heart apart. 
So I took her in my arms and hugged her.  She put her head on my shoulder
and her sobbing was decreasing until only were jerky sighs.

   She looked into my eyes and asked in a faint voice "Will you stay with
me now John?"

   "Yes, forever and for making it sure I want to marry you." I propsed her
in rather unromantic way

   She looked at me for a minute and then said, "Really!"

   "Just tell me when you want it." I asked

   "Sooner the better" She said in a matter of fact way

   For a quieter marriage mom suggested next Monday.  The winter had been
unusually cold and damp but on Monday morning the sun was shining.  Our
wedding took place in the local church in the presence of a small local
crowed.  As casual as we wanted the event to be, I elected to wear long
slacks and a soft suede shirt.  Mom looked stunning in her new bridal
dress. She was radiant.  This lady who has stolen my heart and changed my
life was a vision of beauty.  She wore a simple, off white, satin gown,
with spaghetti straps and a v front that draped softly between her breasts.
The fabric was sheer enough to show the form but not the color of her
nipples.  It hugged her torso and clung to her hips and when she turned I
could see how the dress literally fell into the softness of her ass.  There
was no visible panty line and I suspected that she either wore a thong, or
perhaps more true to her nature, nothing at all underneath.  It was the
simplest and most elegant dress that I have ever seen.  She wore just
enough makeup to highlight her natural beauty.  Her cheeks were rosy and
her smile was beaming, but her eyes lit up the day!  I felt a surge that
went from my groin to my heart as I took in this vision of perfection.

   I heard gasps from the guests as they gazed upon my glorious bride.  She
was just magnificent!  Our local minister presided over the ceremony in
which we pledged our undying love for each other.

   "Do you, John Vincent, take this woman, Natasha Brensen, to be your
lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love,
cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health,
in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?"

   "I do," I answered in a firm voice.

   "Then, by the power vested in me by our Holy Mother Church, I now
pronounce you man and wife.  You may kiss the bride,"

   I was quite eager to kiss my bride, of course.  I gave her a lip lock
that caused the priest and everyone present to blush.  It was that intense
and salacious of a kiss, with more than a little tongue for my pregnant,
newlywed wife.

   As we headed out of church I asked mom, "Have you always been this hot,
or is that the pregnancy glow?  I may have to knock you up again when I get
the chance."

   "Why do you want to make my pussy sore all the time.  I trust you to
consider my health and order me to have my tubes tied when the time comes."
she said blushing

   "How deliciously submissive of you, but shouldn't I get a vasectomy
instead?  I hear that they're easier," I commented.

   "Perish the thought!  A good Catholic will screw other women with his
wife's blessing, so as to give him something to confess, but I would never
ask him to permanently go against his Church's teachings by sterilizing
himself.

   "You're such a naughty girl, but I love that about you,"

   As the afternoon went on and the sun set lower in the western sky, the
temperature got cooler and we moved back to our ranch.  I was about to go
to bed on my wedding night with the most exciting woman I have ever known.
There was no doubt in my mind that mom would make tonight a very memorable
experience, and I planned to do everything in my power to make it that way
for her as well.  She kissed me in the most romantic and sensuous way she
has ever kissed me before.  I can't even describe what it was, but the
touch and taste of her lips was intoxicating.  We continued to kiss as we
walked into our bedroom.

   She went to her dressing area, I assumed to undress or change into
something special.  I went to my closet and undressed.  I put on a new pair
of silk boxers that I had purchased for tonight.  I had no idea what
Natasha had in store, costume wise.

   I did have one item that I wanted her to wear though.  I removed the
small box from my nightstand and placed it on her pillow.  I settled back
against my pillows and waited for her.

   It was only a moment before she reappeared, still in the same dress that
she had been wearing all day.  She stood at the foot of the bed and gazed
into my eyes.

   'John, my darling, I just want you to know that today has been the
happiest day of my life.  You've shown me a love that is beyond what I ever
dreamed possible.  You've brought me so much joy that I never could have
imagined.  And I believe that the promise of our life together will be more
incredibly exciting than anything I have ever hoped for.  You have made a
life for me and that is simply overwhelming.  I could never thank you
enough.  I love you more than words can say.  And I will always be grateful
for having you to love.  There is nothing that I want more than to be able
to please you in every way.  You are my love and my life, and I am yours
forever.'

   I brushed away the tear in the corner of my eye.

   'Come here my love.' I beckoned her to join me on the bed.

   She slowly pushed the straps of her gown off of her shoulders.  She
slipped her arms out and pulled the front down exposing her luscious
breasts to my watchful eyes.  Her nipples were erect.  She pushed the dress
further down to her waist.  Her skin looked so perfect.  Her body so toned.
The garment rested on her hips and she inserted her thumbs into the fabric
at her sides and pushed further down.  It fell to the floor and she stood
naked before me for a moment.  Then she stepped around and slowly knelt
onto the mattress and then fell into my waiting arms.  I held her, looking
into her eyes.

   'Natasha, you are the most amazing person I have ever known.  I thought
that I was a happy man until I met you.  You have shown me what true
happiness is.  And it is more than I ever dreamed.  You've made my life so
complete.  You are a blessing to everyone who has the privilege of being a
part of your life.  And there's nothing I want more than to care for you
for the rest of my life.'

   I kissed her.  Holding her body so close and tasting her kiss was making
me light headed.

   'Here.' I said, handing her the box, 'There's something I want you to
wear tonight.'

   Natasha sat up on her elbow and looked at me with a bit of surprise. 
She pulled on the end of the ribbon and the bow gave way.  She flipped the
box open and peeked inside at the diamond pendant.  It was rather large and
designed to float inside of the platinum heart that surrounded it.  It was
strung on a simple black silk string.

   'We can shop for a wire or chain for it, but tonight I want you to just
tie it on.  Do you like it?'

   'Oh my god John, it's beautiful!'

   We kissed again.  Then she took the pendant from the box and offered it
to me as she turned away so I could tie it behind her.  When I had it tied,
she got off the bed and ran to look at it in the mirror.  She smiled and
then turned to me.

   'Does it look all right?' She asked.

   I stared at her.  Every ounce of her body, from the top of her head to
the soles of her feet, looked perfect.  I gazed at the pendant and then
back up into her eyes, then back down over her perfect breasts and on down
to the puffy folds of her pussy.  I felt my cock jump in my shorts at the
sight of her beauty.

   Her eyes locked on mine and they didn't stray as she again knelt on the
bed, but this time between my legs.  I was still intoxicated by her.  I
felt her hands on my legs, gently stroking, slowly moving upward.  She
grasped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down.  I bent my knees
to allow her to remove them completely.  She resumed her upward stroking of
my legs.  I felt her fingertips graze my scrotum.  Then her hand wrapped
around my penis.  I was hard as a rock.  And finally with our eyes still
searing into each other she brought her face down and took me into her
mouth.

   She stared intensely at me as she licked and sucked the top of my dick.
Then she drove her mouth down its length, taking nearly all of me inside,
then back up again.  As she continued this motion I let my head fall back,
staring at the ceiling, then closing my eyes and concentrating on the
exquisite pleasure I was receiving from my new bride.  Natasha was sucking
my entire dick into her mouth and then letting it slide almost all the way
out before she would dive back down on it and suck the whole thing again. I
put my hand on her head and stroked her hair.  She hummed and I sighed.  I
wasn't sure how long I could last, but this was Natasha's moment.  I
allowed her to be in complete control over her body and mine.  Just when I
thought she was going to suck me to completion, she stopped.  She held my
dick in her hand as she let it pop out of her mouth.  She looked up into my
eyes again.

   'I need you to fuck me now.' She said as she crawled up beside me.  She
kissed me and as we kissed we rolled over so she was now on her back.  I
held her breast in my hand and tweaked her nipple.  She moaned and I pulled
on it the way I know she likes it.  Then I moved my hand down across her
belly and fingered her labia.  She was wet and slick.  I found her clit
ring and gave it a tug.  She laid her legs open and moaned with pleasure. I
released it and climbed between her legs.  She scooted down the bed to get
closer to me and I inserted my throbbing penis into her slick cunt.  I slid
all the way in and began a slow pumping.

   'Oh yes!  God I love how it feels to have you inside me.'

   I kept up a slow steady rhythm as I stared into her loving eyes.

   'Umm John, come kiss me.  I need to taste you.'

   I leaned down and lay on top of her and our mouths met again.  I had my
full weight on her as we ground our bodies together.  Not wanting to hurt
her I held her torso and rolled us over, with me still inside, until she
was on top of me.  Now I could hold her rear and control the pace of her
movements on my cock.  We continued to kiss until Natasha put her hands on
my chest and pushed herself up.

   Once again I found myself staring at her beautiful face.  I thought
about Natasha, a woman who is more than twenty years older than me, and yet
at this moment she looked like a twenty something year old, but with sexual
knowledge and experience way beyond her years.  Her eyes betrayed her
impending orgasm.  Her skin was aglow.  She looked so youthful and healthy
as she ground her hips onto mine with my cock straining to go deeper inside
of her.  The heart and diamond pendant around her neck was swaying gently
as she moved.  Her breasts were heaving.  I was pulling on the cheeks of
her ass in an effort to get even further inside of her incredible body.

   Natasha pushed herself away and sat up straight.  Her skin was now slick
and her breathing even heavier.  I reached around her front and pressed my
thumb onto her clit.  I was able to grasp her clit ring and pull on it.

   'Oh yeah!  Mmm John.  I want to feel you cum now.  Cum with me my love.'

   She put her hand down on top of mine and pushed on it.  I couldn't wait
any longer.

   'Ooo Natasha I'm cumming!  Oh yeah!  Ahhh!'

   My dick was throbbing as the first spurts of my seed shot deep inside of
her.  I felt the walls of her vagina squeezing me, milking me, as her
orgasm began.

   'Ooh John, yes!  Ooo that's it!  Yeah!  Mmm...'

   We came together for the next few minutes.  Just when I'd think I was
done, she'd pull some more out of me.  It was one of the longest orgasms
I've ever had.  It was fitting that it should happen right now, on our
wedding night.  It was like a confirmation that everything leading up to
this moment was designed to perfection.

   Natasha collapsed on my chest again and I hugged her close to my body. I
remained inside of her as we regained our breath.  We kissed again.  She
tasted so sweet with just a touch of salt.  I realized how much we were
both perspiring.

   'I love you Natasha.'

   'I love you too.  I love the way you feel inside of me.  I love the
taste of your mouth.  And I love the taste of your cum!'

   She scooted up my body and spread her legs beside my head.  I was
looking straight up into her dripping pussy.

   'Will you give me some to taste?' she asked.

   I opened my mouth as our combined juices began to pour down onto my
face. I immediately gathered a mouthful before she sat down and pressed her
vaginal lips onto mine.  I licked and sucked even more of it out of her. 
She was cumming again!  I held her ass and pushed my finger into her hole.

   "Ohh ahhh" she moaned

   "Do you like it."

   "Listen John, As long I am pregnant , you can fuck me anally." She said,

   This was something I wanted to do but not enough courage to say.  The
very suggestion turned me on so much that I immediately pulled myself away
from her.  i asked her to kneel doggy stlye on bed.

   I oiled myself up and got behind her; she was so wet there was no need
to do her.  I couldn't resist and leaned over and licked her asshole.  Then
I backed away and lined up the head of my dick with it.

   This is it, I thought.  I'm about to fuck my mother in the ass.  The
fact that my dick was going to be in my her ass was a huge turn on.  I
thought no more and plunged it in.

   We both gasped.  God, it felt good.  I pulled it back slowly, and then
slowly entered her again.  It sounds corny, but my dick at that moment felt
like a magic wand that was getting more powerful every time it went into
her ass.

   I went slow for a while, but I could tell mom was getting impatient. 
Suddenly, without warning, I thrust it in completely, held it there for a
few seconds, and then started really fucking her.

   "Oh, oh, oh!" she shrieked as I nailed her.

   That sent me over the edge.

   "I'm coming!"

   As I felt my semen erupt in her ass, I realized this was the best orgasm
I'd ever had.

   I collapsed on her and we both just lay there, big smiles on our faces,
for a while.

   "John?" she said.

   "Yeah?"

   "I think I like butt stuff."

   I laughed.  "Yeah, think I do too."

   I started to get off her, but then I realized I was starting to get hard
again.



   ()()()()

   One week later mom and I were watching TV when she said, "I sometimes
feel you knew me from ages."

   "You are right, I must tell you now that my name is not John."

   "Yes, yes I think you told me.  Who are you?"

   "I'm your lost son, I'm Pierce"

   "No, you are not him, you are so different."

   I told her about my accident and the plastic surgery on my face.  Her
face went white as if she had seen a ghost; her hand to her mouth, her eyes
popping out of its sockets she started murmuring, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh
my god, not now, not now, it can't be true, can't be true".

   She stood up in anger, with a numbed expression on her face; I had to
say something to start the wheels of life turning again, so I told her,
"Its true mother, I'm Pierce, the son that was seperated from you at your
divorce"

   That seemed to take her out of her paralysis, "But you made love to me,
we had sex, you knew I'm your mother, and we are going to have a child
together, that's incest...." Her voice was losing force and was again
gradually lost in silence.

   "Yes I did, I did make love to you, mother, because I love you, I'm in
love with you, I have always been in love with you"

   Suddenly, without another word, she turned around and was going to get
out of the room when she stopped, her back to me, and with a thin voice
asked me to not go away, for me to stay.  It was clear to me that her proud
spirit was broken, and that inside her, a fierce struggle was taking place.

   "But we can't love..., you can't love me that way, it's a sin, it's
against the law, you are my son" and sobbing heartbreakingly she went to
her room and softly closed the door.

   She didn't come out her bedroom for the next two days, not even for a
drink of water, and I was really getting more and more worried with each
passing day; I called to her, I knocked her door every couple hours and
asked her to talk to me, anything to get her out from that self-destructive
state .

   Her only answer was "Please Pierce, let me be alone, but don't go away
this time, we need to talk, I need to talk to you".

   At last, very early in the morning of the third day, she resurrected,
went to take a shower and when she had finished I had her breakfast on the
table.  Her appearance had improved, and she was still pale and haggard but
she had begun to come out of this cloud of misery sufficiently to talk.

   "Pierce, I want you to know that I had always loved you, I have never
stopped loving you"

   "I know mother, now that I'm a grown man, I know you always loved me and
I hope it isn't too late for us to bond again"

   "Yes, but we have a major problem, I'm pregnant and I carry your child,
who is also your sibling, what are we going to do, please tell me, my head
is very numb and I can't think clearly".

   "Ok mother.  Now, let's take first thing first and one thing at a time.
You made love with me, someone who everybody knows as John Vincent, Ok...."

   "Yes, but you are my son and..."

   "Mother, mother, please listen to me, nobody knows we are related, much
less that we are in fact mother and son; so the social aspect of the issue
is solved, don't you agree?"

   "Yes, that may be true but all the same we committed incest and that..."

   "No mother, you didn't commit incest, I did.  I knew you were my mother,
you didn't know I was your son; if there is one responsible, I am.  I'm the
guilt one, not you.  And although this child was conceived in love, if it
makes you feel better, think of it as a product of rape.  Love your child
but not his father"

   "But I can't do that, I love you, I have always loved you, what I cannot
understand is all this farce to pass yourself off as other person just to
have sex with me"

   "Oh mother, mother, you are not so dense, it wasn't just to have sex
with you, don't you understand, mother I'm in love with you.  Mother I love
you, I'm in love with you, I have always been in love with you.  Ask
yourself, what other reason could I have had for not wanting to see you?"

   To my great confusion, she did not see my point, surprised at my
confession.  It seemed that she already knew and that I only had confirmed
things by saying them aloud.

   She let the silence envelop us for several minutes before she told me
that she was very tired and we would continue this conversation in the
morning, if I was still at the ranch.  She was apparently very worried
because she thought I might desert her again.  That thought did not occur
to me, because I was getting used to the idea of being the father of my own
brother or sister.

   I went to my room but couldn't sleep; my mind was in turmoil and my life
was chaos.  I have always had an orderly life, I had a final purpose in
mind, maybe it was utopian, but in my daily life everything was very
orderly, with no surprises, perhaps monotonous, but that kind of life gave
me peace of mind.  Now I didn't know what was to become of my life or
future.

   Next morning I was up before sunrise, made coffee and waited for my
mother to get up.  When she came to the kitchen, there was something
different to her, I poured her a cup of coffee and waited expectantly for
her to tell me what was in her mind.

   "Pierce" she started, "I have thought about us and our relationship the
whole night, I don't want for you to go away again, if you do, I'm sure
this time will be forever.  I don't want to lose you again, but we can't
have sex again; I don't think about us making love as rape, because I did
consent, and it was beautiful, but it can't go on..."

   I tried to interrupt her and make her see my viewpoint, but she wouldn't
let me, o "Pierce let me finish, please, if you want to make me happy, stay
with me; to the world we'll be a couple with a son or daughter, in the
privacy of our home we'll be mother and children, and you'll be a brother
to our child".

   I was astounded.  Just like that she wanted me to forget our
relationship, which had been not only carnal, but emotional as well.  I
felt like if a void was engulfing me and I could not do anything.  She
remained adamant.

   "I'll let you think about this my dear for you to take a decision, just
remember, I love you very much"

   "Not to be my wife"

   "But I can't Pierce, I'm already your mother" she said and left the
kitchen.

   I needed to get out of the house, I was feverish, I was sick with
anguish, I couldn't be her man, but if I stayed, I will have to be near her
day after day, I was going to be her husband outside the house with
everything that that means, I will have to go to parenting classes, touch
her and act like a loving husband.  I will have to attend childbirth, and
see our child come out of the same channel I came out of twenty seven years
earlier.  It was utter madness, I could not stay here, and I could not do
what she was asking me.

   But, no matter what, I was going to do it.

   ********

   That morning we started the routine.  To the outside world, we were a
couple with age difference; when we went to the clinic for pregnancy checks
or to town to buy groceries, and even to dinner and dancing outside town,
everyone treated us just like any other couple expecting a baby, and I was
treated with the condescension with which are treated all young fathers. 
Everything was smiles and laughter, only I was crying inside.

   No one questioned our relationship; no one imagined that we were related
in the first degree.  My mother is white blonde and I have black hair, like
my father, with that snow-white stripe left by my accident, which ran from
my chin over my right cheek to the middle of my head, her eyes are grey
green and mine are brown.  My life was beautiful, eh?  Yeah, right.

   It was only when the house door was closed and we were alone, that
everything changed.  Life was a hell for me, I had her with me all day, I'm
in love with her and want to hold, caress and kiss her, but inside the
house, when alone, she was treating me like what I am, her child, Our
love-making days were a thing of the past, to never return, apparently.  My
mother, on the other hand, seemed to be living in heaven.  She seemed
rejuvenated by the pregnancy; and after her second month when the morning
sickness had disappeared and she only thought taking care of her for our
child, she seemed like a first time Mom.

   When she was reaching her sixth month and her body had begun to change,
my life was unbearable.  I started to think of leaving after the birth.  I
was nervous, moody and restless and could not concentrate on anything.  I
was thinking that when she had the child, she wouldn't need me anymore, she
has money and she will have another child, so she won't be alone.  This
child will probably stay with her forever.

   I started to leave the house early in the morning and returning at the
end of the evening, I was working on my investment business.  I phoned my
lawyer and broker in Boston and I was distracted when at home, not paying
much attention to her; it was the only way I had to defend myself from the
pain and depression that was overtaking me.

   I helped her with the bookkeeping and little more.  Little by little I
was drifting away from her.  Keeping my part of the bargain by acting as
her husband on the increasingly rare occasions on which she came out of the
house.

   And then, one morning when I woke up, I smelled freshly brewed coffee.
Still groggy, I went to the kitchen to see my pregnant mother in a floral
housecoat bustling about the kitchen singing to herself as she fixed
breakfast.  When she felt my presence, she turned her head and smiling
broadly she said.

   "Good morning sweetie"

   Astonished and not understanding anything I asked her:"What are you
doing up so early"

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   She looked surprised by my question and answered, "Why, fixing breakfast
for my husband, what else".

   I dropped heavily in a chair and looked at her not understanding what
was going on, and told her stupidly, "But I'm your son, not......"

   "Not anymore, I mean, yes you are my son, but from now on you are also
my man, and soon my legally wedded husband; wasn't that what you wanted?"

   "Yes of course but you said....  I thought....."

   "Yes my love, I know what I said to you, I know what you thought, and
I'm very sorry for all the pain I caused you.  I've given much thought in
these last times to my former life, what I did to yours, the pain that I
had inflicted to you and to your father for my vanity, my uncontrolled
sexual desires and above all my selfishness, and the loneliness that you
must have suffered.  Will you forgive me?"

   "Yes, of course mother, that means...."

   "Let me explain my dear.  I have always known you loved me, what I
didn't know, but later suspected, was that when you came to work for me you
were my son.  with the passing of days I started to suspect that you were
not who you said you were; you had a very intimate knowledge of the house
and the places to look for things in it, only someone in the family (and my
parents had only two relatives, you and I) could know, where certain things
are kept, and so I began to suspect that you could be my long lost son"

   "Yes, but why did you let me make love to you" I was utterly confused.

   "Because I fell in love with you; I'm madly in love with you.  I
convinced myself that you were John.  In truth I fell in love with the
person you are, no matter what name that person has.  You are sensible,
kind, loving, passionate, and very lovable"

   "Yes, but since the pregnancy, with your attitude towards me, I have
been living in hell"

   "Yes, I know, because I have been living in the same hell."

   And then mother explained me that she and my father had always intended
to have more children, but it had never happened.  Now that she was
pregnant, she was delighted that I'd impregnated her, but she was terrified
in the light of the risks that incest supposedly involved.  Her reaction
was ambivalent, on the one hand she wanted this child, on the other was
terrified, and that's why she thought of having an abortion.

   I was speechless; at last all of my dreams were to become true.  "What
do we do now?"

   "First, finish your breakfast, then go shower, you're a little ripe you
know.  And then come to our bedroom, I'll be waiting for you.  We have
many...  hummm, things to talk about.  And Pierce..."

   "Yes"

   "When we are outside and meet other people, as we are married, call me:
dear, sweetie, Natasha, wife, or whatever catches your fancy.  Home or
bedroom you call me Mom or Mommy or Mother; I prefer the first two.  If
that's all right with you"

   I was grinning like a fool, my smile from ear to ear.

   "Dear, I have one question.  Will you shave your face, I love you
anyway, but I would like to know you with no hair on your face, if after,
you are not comfortable how you look, you let the beard grow again"

   I was going to say NO, and then on second thought I said to myself, ¿why
not, you shaved your balls for Melanie and the crotch too?  "Ok mother as
you wish?

   *********

   I showered and then shaved, my face was not so different, only the scar
marred my face, but far less than what I had feared, the scar was like a
white stripe 2 mm wide in a pale face that had not taken the sun in years.
I put cologne, my robe, and naked underneath, went to mother's room.

   She was waiting on the bed, over the mattress, she had her long hair
spread on the pillow and a sexy nightie was all she had on.  Her breasts,
now bountiful with pregnancy were gorgeous, and her tummy, now six months
into the pregnancy looked lovely, not very bulging, more like a medium
watermelon.  I could not take my eyes from her.

   *13*

   *A new bonding*

   "My god Pierce, you are handsome, come near my love so mom can kiss your
hurt face"

   At those words my penis inflated like a balloon.  I took her in my arms
and started kissing her: mouth, nose, eyes, neck, breasts and down to her
tummy.  When I was sniffing her wafting scent and preparing to plunge into
her pussy, she stopped me taking my head with her hands and told me, "Wait
my dear, today I repay you, let me make love to you".

   I could see my mother's sexy body, barely hidden in her negligee, her
breasts and her bountiful muff under her belly.  "You're beautiful, Mom. 
The most beautiful woman I've ever seen".

   She smiled with a pleased look on her face.  She turned around in my
arms, not a bit ashamed that she was rubbing her meaty breasts and pregnant
belly across my lower chest and crotch as she did so.  "Do you like this
gown, Pierce?  I bought it at the Mall the other day thinking maybe you'd
like it.  Maybe I always knew I was getting it for you, my darling son, and
no other."

   "It's beautiful, Mom, but only because you are in it.  Thank you very
much."

   Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body more firmly
against me.  "I can't ignore this anymore, can I?  I love you, Pierce and I
need you; I love you as my son but I love you more as my man, my soul mate.
I want us to be lovers forever, son"

   Mom looked up at me, her grey-green eyes wide and anxious; she seemed so
vulnerable at that moment.  I couldn't help but love her more than ever. 
Did she think there was even a slight chance I'd say no?

   "Oh, Mom, I can't think of anything I want more.  I love you so much,
Mom.  I've loved you and dreamed of this for so many years.  I've wai....."

   Mom kissed me again, leaning into me, the weight of her meaty breasts
and tummy feeling delicious on my skin.  Mom pushed me onto my back and
began to kiss her way downwards.  She stopped at my nipples, circling the
hard nubs with her tongue, making me groan as she nipped them with her
sharp teeth.

   Her tongue travelled further down my body as she gave me butterfly
kisses down below my stomach.  Mom ran her face across my groin, when she
saw my shaved pubis, her eyes opened wide in surprise,

   "Why did you shave your err...."

   "Why, don't you like it, I shaved my face and supposed you would like
that part shaved too, its clean"

   Her breath felt incredible as she rubbed her face in my bald pubis; she
was now lying at my side her head to my feet and her feet beside my face,
Mom looked lustily at my rapidly rock hardening cock which she slowly and
lovingly was stroking.  I clawed the sheets as Mom showed me that despite a
lack of practice, she did know how to suck her son's cock.

   "I wasn't a good cocksucker when I was younger," Mom said teasingly
after licking my shaft.

   She looked up to me and said, "How can I get all this lovely cock inside
my mouth without choking?"

   Pierce explained her that she would need to regulate her breathing in
such a way that she took her breaths as the cock withdrew from her mouth,
she also would need to relax her throat muscles to allow its full length to
enter her mouth.

   "Mom this will be difficult but with practise we can do it" I said

   "We darling, I thought it was me who was choking with a big cock in my
mouth", answered my laughingly mother.

   Then mom slipped my cock into her mouth and bathed it in saliva using
her tongue to tease the underside of the mushroom head; with great pleasure
she set about this challenge and she did find, that by concentrating, she
could breathe with a mouthful of cock, although taking it into her throat
was much more difficult.  Soon I was sighing and moaning announcing my
impending climax.  My mother suddenly stopped before I could actually spurt
my load.

   "Oh mom that's beautiful" I said panting.

   "And that's nothing, baby I haven't even started"

   I just whimpered as I watched her pulling my cock toward her mouth and
wrap her lips around my cock's crown.  My hands were resting on the top of
her head and I was watching her in dazed amazement as she nursed on my
dick. I tried to smile to her with my eyes as she slurped and sucked my
dick, but she was so absorbed with what she was doing that she didn't even
lift her head off my cock to look at me.

   "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ...Mommmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned softly as I felt her
nose and lips tickle my hairless pubis and crotch.  "I love you soooooooo
much!"

   It was a vision to behold; mother was on her side, her bulging belly
almost over my own belly, her beautiful hair sprawling over my body, her
small hands grabbing my penis and her lips and tongue lapping, licking and
sucking my crotch, dick and perineum.  It was an erotic vision, it was
madness and, as her cunt was inches away from my face, I could smell her
pussy cream's fragrance wafting up to my nostrils, but like a punished
school boy in front of a box of candy, I couldn't eat or touch her.

   As a consolation prize, while she sucked my dick, I had to settle for
sucking the toes of her dainty feet which were in front my face.

   I could not hold out any longer and warned mother I was about to cum;
the explosion started deep inside my balls and flooded up through my cock,
hot and almost painful, but bringing me glorious release.  I felt the seed
spurt from my cock and into my mother's throat, I felt her trying to
swallow and take all of me and partially succeed with the first jet, but
when the second, third and fourth ropes quickly followed she was gagging
and she needed to breath so she lifted her head back and I came into her
mouth and as she breathed I came on her lips; despite swallowing as fast as
she could, mom could not prevent some of the white salty fluid from
escaping her lips.

   She licked it off and into her mouth and then I came on her chin and she
pulled back a little more and I came on her neck and she smeared my seed
down over her skin and rubbed its slipperiness into her nipples.  I came a
final time, onto her left breast and she put her fingers into the
slipperiness I had left and spread it onto her skin.

   After cleaning my cock she sought out any last sperm with her fingers
and quickly licked them clean.

   "Oh my love, I had never tasted semen before.  It is delicious" my
mother's own words.

   After swallowing my baby making seed and licking my cock clean, she
commented aloud about the virility of youth, because having just shot a
huge load my cock still remained as hard as steel

   Mother then feigning tiredness took up a position in the bed lying on
her back and told me to straddle her above her mouth and head.  I did, and
in a flash she was between my outstretched legs and had nine-inches of hot
cock about to enter her mouth again.

   Suddenly I felt my legs being gently prise apart as my mother slid a
little between them on her back, and soon she was sucking my cock in unison
with my own ineffectual efforts to reach her clit.  Before long I was
shocked again as I felt something pushing firmly against my anus.  Relaxing
I accepted the index finger from my mother inside my anal canal, I felt the
stimulation against my prostate gland and I lost totally my control as I
flooded my mom's mouth with my second load of hot spunk.

   Spent I laid on the bed, took mom on my arms and whispered to her,

   "This is forever, Mom, I love you, Mom."

   Tears welled up in Mom's eyes and she said, "We are together forever,
son.  I love you too!" We kissed and snuggled and gradually exhaustion took
us and we fell asleep.

   *********

   When we woke up, it was mid-afternoon, we had slept more than eight
hours and we were very hungry and urgently needed a bath or a shower, as we
were quite ripe with dried sex fluids all over our bodies.  We had slept
cuddled, I spooning behind her, with my right arm over her belly, caressing
our child through the mother's skin.

   "Good afternoon my love, what time it is?" asked my mother, who was
stretching like a kitten.

   "Almost five thirty, are you hungry my lovely?  Because I could eat a
horse"

   "Yes, we both are hungry, your son and I, and he is kicking asking papa
to feed us"

   "Well, you go and shower and in the meanwhile I'll cook something for
the three of us.  Then I'll take a quick shower and we eat; ok my love?"

   Mother was moved and excited about my concern for her well being and my
attentions to her.

   "Thank you my love you are th best husband I woman could desire"

   After we had eaten, we were full and content, fresh from the showers;
mother suggested we adjourned again to the bedroom.  Once there lying in
bed she told me she wanted to repay me for the months we were estranged
because of her abnormal way of behaving.

   I told her not to worry as everything was all right now; that I would
try to understand what she had been passing through.

   "My love I want for you to fuck me again but it must be not by the usual
way, for now it can't be missionary I may suck you, or if you prefer we
could, sometimes, do anal"

   I was dumbfounded, "What happened to your vagina, have you some problem
that I do not know?

   "Not me, my love, Doctor's orders"

   "I'm worried mom, what's wrong with you?"

   "Nothing my dear, it's just, well you see my love the obstetrician has
not forbidden sexual intercourse but he said we must be very careful when
having sex to prevent an involuntary abortion.  He asked me..."

   And she went blushing red,

   "....if your well....., equipment was bigger than normal, because at my
age stretching me vide and going near the cervix, in the throes of passion,
there is the chances of a....  premature rupture of the amniotic sac
because the baby I am carrying is placed low and it may induce an abortion"

   "So you decide, oral for you and me, and/or anal for you" she added.

   "I don't know mom, are you comfortable with anal?"

   "Don't know baby, never did it, does it hurt?"

   "You mean dad and you.....never....."

   "No my dear, your father was an spectacular man and scientist, a very
good husband and, as you know better than me, a loving father , but in the
sex department he was average the first ten years or so, and mostly
indifferent the rest, as you may remember for my very improper behavior
with you"

   "That's all right mom, never mind it now.  We have a new life together,
and with respect to our sex, we'll do whatever you are comfortable with""Ok
my love, I want to give you all the pleasure I can, just be careful with my
little, well you know".

   "Don't worry mom I'll be extra careful; how do you want to do it, spoon
or doggy style?

   "Whatever you want my love"

   So I pushed mother to the edge of the bed, with her opened legs dangling
I kneeled on the floor and started kissing, licking and tonguing her legs
from the knees up to her very excited pussy lips; I put a couple pillows
under her buttocks and started working in her pussy, perineum and
asscheeks. Soon her mind was a fog of lusty arousal as she surrendered to
the sensations I was giving her, my probing fingers, my hot breath on her
thigh, my moist lips and wet tongue sliding completely over her hot body
and her ass cheeks.  She just gave in to it, sought the pleasure in every
touch.  When I raised a hand to part her asscheeks she instinctively raised
them to help me with it, and I spread her cheeks as my tongue trailed from
the base of her clit and pussy lips and down between.

   She shuddered and moaned when the probing tip of my tongue found her
puckered hole and swirled around it, my fingers still thrusting gently into
her hungry sex.  Her head pressed into the mattress now and she rocked her
hips back at me as I trailed a finger over her clit that sent a jolt right
through to her sizzling core.

   My tongue pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent
tingles ricocheting down her legs and up her spine to her brain.  Her hands
fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my
tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her entrails.

   Her moans were constant, muffled by her arms crossed over her face, as
she rocked back and forth as my hungry mouth devoured her tasty ass, my
fingers plunging into her sex in time with her rocking, thrusting hips.

   "Ohhhh, yes, yessss," she gasped, already pushing up her buttocks,
unable to stop herself as her lust filled and her debauched mind took total
control of her body.  She felt her insides stretching, opening as my tongue
worked in deeper and deeper, until my chin sat snugly against the mattress.

   My knees were cramping and I stood up looking down to my adorable
perspiring mother.

   "Mom, now we put you in the doggy position, Ok"

   I helped her to turn around over her belly, and taking her hips with my
hands I pulled her in a kneeling position, and then I put a pillow under
her knees and another on the headboard so she could rest her head.  Then I
placed myself behind and between her legs.

   My hands trembled as I reached out and caressed the soft skin of her
buttocks.  I gently bit the soft flesh, leaving teeth marks on the white
skin.  Then I sat back slightly and paused to take in the view; her firm
buttocks were perfect, and I saw goose bumps rise on her asscheeks and then
run down the back of her thighs; slowly, I opened her cheeks.

   Mother couldn't stop her hips from squirming as she felt her
son-husband's adoring eyes centered on her private place.  Suddenly, she
could feel my breath on her pulsing hole; it was getting very warm in the
room.

   She moaned as her tiny rose was exposed.  I stared in amazement.  I
loved looking at her puckered little hole.  It was wrinkled and pink with a
tiny mole just to the side.  My lips were so close to her tiny hole that I
could almost taste her.  Then I circled my tongue around the hole in a
teasing fashion and I felt my excited mother-wife tremble.  When she pushed
back, I pulled away and chuckled teasingly again; then I moved my tongue to
the top of her buttocks before sliding it slowly down one cheek and then
the other, leaving a trail of my saliva.

   Mother was growing impatient.  "Oh please baby, I'm hot!" she moaned as
she felt me begin to lick her again.

   This time, I started my tongue at the top of her crack and moved slowly
downward, edging closer and closer; the excitement in the room grew rapidly
as my tongue moved between the cheeks.  Finally my tongue touched her tiny
hole.

   "Ohhhhh my gawd" Mother moaned and pushed her ass back toward my tongue
again.  I stiffened my tongue and pressed forward.

   "Oh Goddddddddd" My mother screamed and her body began to shake.  It was
the first time, apparently, that anyone had done this for her.  I used the
wide of my tongue to separate her sphincter and slip it into her body.

   Afterwards, when she was sated, mother told me that years ago she had
thought that this act, anallingus, was too dirty for words, but now due to
her condition it was a necessary part of our lovemaking and it was very
enjoyable; it was a prelude to something much bigger and much longer.

   "Yes, yes, and yes!" she moaned as she felt my tongue begin to move in
and out of her slowly stretching hole.

   Saliva began to drip down my chin as my tongue plunged in and out of the
tight hole.  Suddenly I buried my face between her cheeks, the soft silky
flesh caressing my rougher scarred skin.  "I could lick this wonderful
mother-wife's ass for hours"

   I thought, "but not today because I'm too excited".  Then I pulled my
tongue from the grasping hole, it made a little pop and snapped shut.

   "I fell empty".  She said and I could see her asshole pulsing, as if it
had a mind of its own, like it needed something to stretch it to the limit.

   Then as I removed my face from her buttocks I put a cold gel in her ass,
robbing her of my spidery tongue, and as I stood up behind her, my fingers,
fingers that had so recently been buried in her sex now slid onto her ass.
I slipped first a single digit in and she groaned loudly but her hips kept
rocking, pushing the finger in all the way to the upper knuckle.

   "Oh yeah Pierce, that feels so good," she moaned hotly, "So good."

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   I started to slip the finger away and she almost moaned at its loss
until I eased a second one in alongside the first, stretching open her
tight little hole and causing her to cry out.  I fucked her ass slowly and
gently with two fingers of my right hand, and felt her pushing back against
them firmly; I felt the movement of her own fingers in her pussy through
the thin membranes that separated them.

   I added more lube to my left hand, and pushed the first two fingers in
alongside the first two of my right, stretching her hot ass further, a
delighted howl came from her, "Ohhhh yeah, yeah, I'm full, so full," and
she continued to thrust firmly back against me.  She squirmed but her
rocking and thrusting was relentless.

   My mother Natasha didn't know how many fingers I had inside of her ass
and apparently didn't care; all that she did care was that it felt amazing.
She didn't even realize that she had worked four fingers of her right hand
into her pussy maintaining a very precarious equilibrium with her left; she
was following what her body demanded, pleasure, much more pleasure, no
matter how it was achieved.

   I took out my fingers from her and put my hands on her hips holding her
still for a moment.  I poured another trickle of cold gel, first on her
asshole again and then on my hands and cock, I lubed well my penis and then
I made her feel the unmistakable hard heat of my large, throbbing cock
pressed against the tight entrance to her hitherto virgin hole, the last
virgin hole that she had.  I placed the engorged glands of my cock against
her asshole and left it there, resting both myself and her; I applied a
very small amount of pressure and looked down, watching as the very top of
my cock pressed and opened her, hardly penetrating at all yet, simply
making that tight entrance widen and then pucker back as I pulled away.

   I continued to tease us both like this, pushing hardly any of my cock
into her before withdrawing.  Mother was beginning to breathe harder, and
her hips rocked from side to side.  And for the first time she used a
severe mother's tone with me.

   "Pierce...  don't you dare tease me...  I want you to fuck me all the
way inside my ass now...  "

   And then she changed again to her normal baby pleading voice,

   "Please baby, I want it so much..."

   I lowered my head as near her ear as I could and whispered, "I love you,
Natasha."

   "Oh Pierce", she whispered into her pillow.  "Oh my baby, My Pierce..."

   I lifted my head and with my arms lifted my body off of her back,
allowing my weight to fall on my hips.  The head of my cock pressed down
into her tight back passage.  For a moment the resistance kept me out, she
didn't resist the urge to jam herself back against the head of my cock as
the pressure increased, and then I felt her ass rim muscles stretched to
the limit give way and my cock head was almost inside her.  Her mouth
opened in a silent cry as a fish out the water and I was sure she was
hurting; I stopped and kept immobile letting her body get accustomed to my
girth.

   She then slowly stated moving back and opening for me and I slid inside
her.  My head popped completely through the tight ring of muscle and
entered her bowels as I took my weight back on my arms, allowing mommy to
get used to my cock being inside her ass.  The pregnancy had made the
muscles of her anus a little loose, not hemorrhoid, so she did not have the
feeling of something otherwise snapping painfully inside her rectum.

   She moaned and rocked her hips back against me and I relaxed and pushed
and suddenly I was sliding all the way inside her, first it was two inches,
then three, it was tight and enclosing but welcoming, there was nothing to
stop me entering her further and I let myself slip inside and then there
was four inches of my cock inside her ass and I watched it, stretching her,
felt the warmth and slickness and the tightness.

   "All the way son.  Push it into me all the way - as far as it will
go..."

   I pushed and two more inches slid in, pushed again and another inch went
inside.  Almost the entire length of my cock was now embedded inside my
mother's ass and she moaned again, "No baby, give me everything, push all
the way in...  I need more!"

   I pushed harder, my cock meeting more resistance now, I was fearful of
damaging the foetus, but still I don't know how, she opened for me and I
felt myself slide deeper, slide all the way inside her bowels, until my
bald pubes flattened against her asschecks.

   Mom twisted a little sideways and I asked her if she was uncomfortable
and wanted me to pull out of her.  She turned her head but didn't say
anything; she just asked me to accommodate her so she could move and I
lifted one of my legs so that my cock managed to enter another half inch
inside her.  My balls, heavy with baby making seed, were now pressed tight
against her pussy, the base of my cock jammed hard up against her asshole,
the entire eight inch and a half length buried somewhere up inside her,
where, I had no idea, all I did know was that it was the most wonderful
feeling I had ever experienced.  I was still as a statue, feeling one foot
of intestine clutching my cock.

   "Pierce..." she whispered as if someone could hear her, and there was a
note of awe or wonder in her voice, "You are going to make me cum again...
I have never felt...  oh Pierce, it feels wonderful...  I feel so filled,
so wicked...so dirty, arghh...  Pierce, Pierce I am cumming again...  fuck
me Pierce, fuck my ass hard now..."

   I rocked my hips, quietly moving my cock inside of her, withdrawing a
little and then sinking all the way back inside, trying not to hurt the
baby; I felt my mother trembling wildly beneath me, the muscles of her ass
quivering, a vision I had dreamed, but I had never thought it would became
real.  I reached around her body and held one of her breasts and rolled it
in my palm.

   Mom cried out and her hips bucked underneath me and then stilled for one
minute, then all hell broke loose, her ass muscles started rippling, faster
and faster, then they began to grow in strength until her entire groin was
electrified and her asshole pulsed, squeezing the invading tool.

   My cock felt enormous inside her ass, harder than I had ever been, but I
was not yet ready to cum again so soon after the first time and I continued
to thrust in and out of her.  She groaned and pushed her face down into the
bed.  I took her long pink nipple between my fingers and squeezed it hard.

   Then I carefully grabbed her around her tummy, I turned her, rolling her
body over mine to lie on our sides.  Mother came with me, my steel cock
still embedded far into her ass and she laid turned half over, one leg
lifted back over mine.  I pushed my left arm underneath her to get at her
breast, dropped my right hand to her pussy and inserted two fingers inside
her.  She was soaking, juice flowing out of her onto my fingers, and I
started to pump myself in and out of her ass at the same time as my fingers
moved in her pussy as she made a squealing noise deep inside her throat and
started to cum again.

   I continued to work on her, pulling on a nipple, rolling her clitoris,
pushing into both her front and back openings, and for several minutes she
lost all control and I was making her cum continuously, peaking over and
over again in one long rolling climax.

   I wasn't sure how much more of this she could take, as I was afraid to
hurt her, and I was feeling my own climax coming.  I removed my hand from
her pussy and gripped her by the hips and under her tummy, to keep her
buttoned to me, I pushed her knees up and pumped my cock deeply in and out
of her asshole.  I threw my head back and I gasped for air.  It was
building.  It was growing.  It was coming.  Finally, my release arrived. 
It began far back inside my own ass, in my prostate, a hot pleasurable ache
that built and then shot up along the length of my cock.  I felt the cum
jet from the head of my cock deep inside Mother's ass, felt it gush hot
against her insides, and she felt it too and trembled and I thought she
peaked one last time.

   I pushed hard, burying my cock deep inside her, revelling in the spasms
of almost painful pleasure that gushed from my cock into her.  My balls
were pulled so tight to my body they hurt, my hips were shaking and sweat
poured from every inch of my body, dripping onto the bed sheets.

   I lost all sense of myself for a while, my head was spinning wildly;
when I came to my senses, my cock was still hard, still buried deep inside
mom's tight asshole, and she was crying.

   Worried I eased myself back, feeling her tighten on me and try to hold
me there, but I pulled away and felt my cock slip out and away.  It
released from her asshole with a twitch.  I pulled her again towards me,
put my arms around her and held her to me as she sobbed.  Her tears dripped
onto my arm and ran down to the pillow.

   "What is it?" I whispered in her ear.  "My love, my darling love, what's
wrong?  Are you hurt?"

   "No, it's just I love you, Pierce."

   "And I love you, mom, with all my heart."

   She pulled me to her and hugged me hard, as hard as her tummy allowed,
forcing the air from my lungs.  "Pierce, I'm in love with you and I want to
be with you forever, in the worst kind of way.  I ache inside for wanting
you.  I want you to fuck me forever." Her hand drifted down over my stomach
and circled my still hard cock.  "And I can't believe this came out of me,
and know had returned to be inside again; this is amazing..."and we drifted
to sleep.

   I woke as light filled mom's bedroom, no; it's our bedroom from now on.
She was still deeply asleep, turned away from me, I was spooning her; her
long body curled forward around her tummy as if protecting the baby, her
ass cradling my cock which had finally lost its hardness some time after
midnight.  It had rested and got up again sometime before dawn, and now it
lay almost fully erect between the rounded curves of mom's ass.

   But after that day and until childbirth, our sex was minimum, with no
penetration, none.  When we needed relief we gave each other oral.  I
didn't want to take any risks with the love of my life.



   These events happened three years ago.  In the meantime our daughter was
born.  We named her Greta to honor my late grandmother, mom's mother.  Our
daughter is as beautiful as our mother, and then my mother-wife was
pregnant again.  I was terrified something could happen to her in
childbirth; she said nothing was going to happen to her and then we had a
boy.  I was in my own kind of heaven.  I had the woman I had loved all my
life; I have two beautiful children with her.  What more could I ask from
life.  As fate would want I almost lost everything by my own stupidity and
selfishness, now I'm trying to regain my life and my family back.  Just
hope I can get them.

   The End?