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Motherfucker's Curse
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only.
See chapter one for codes and synopsis.

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Motherfucker's Curse

Chapter Two



"How was school today?" Mom asked me at the dinner table and we were
having a normal one, as they usually were. No dropped forks or
anything like that.

"I skipped it," I shrugged, giving my dad a quick glance just to see
his reaction.

"I know," Mom said. "The school called me at work asking if you were
sick."

"Sorry," I said, dipping my head guiltily. "What did you say?"

"I told them you had a little fever," she replied, pointing at me with
her fork. "No more of that, understand?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"What did you do all day?" Dad wondered, probably trying to decide if
I should be grounded or not. That meant taking away my car, by the
way, not locking me in the house.

"And where were you last night?" Mom wanted to know and they'd been
having such a good time with my girlfriend, I honestly didn't think
they'd missed me.

"I came home," I said, clearing my throat. "I saw you guys with Wendy
and..."

"You should have joined us," Dad said with a chuckle, earning a frown
from Mom and I hadn't quite figured out how she could balance her life
that way.

I mean, one minute she was my girlfriend and I could drink champagne
and fuck her, and the next minute she acted like Mother of the Year.
Sometimes I wondered which of us would end up in therapy first, her or
me. Mom wanted to have her cake and eat it too, you know? I just
wanted my mom back. I loved Karen, yeah, I really liked fucking her
brains out, but I needed a mom, not a thirty-year-old girlfriend who
knew how to deep throat!

Probably I should have told her that, huh? But I didn't.

"I slept in the car," I sorta explained.

"In the car? Why?" Mom's annoyance turned to concern. "What's wrong,
Jimmy?"

"I met a girl," I said, deciding this was as good a time as any. "I
like her a lot and I was at her house yesterday. After hockey, you
know?"

"What girl?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Ginny Kahler," I answered, looking at my dad to see if the name meant
anything to him, but he didn't react at all.

"Well...Who's she?" Mom demanded and I heard the jealousy in her voice.

"A girl from school. I think I love her."

"Love her?" Dad gave me a serious look. "What about Wendy?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"This girl, this...Ginny person..." Mom said. "You can't be serious,
Jimmy."

"It felt pretty serious, Mom."

"But..." she blinked rapidly. "What about me?"

"Uhhh..." I wasn't exactly sure what that meant.

"You've got a girlfriend, Jim," Dad told me. "Wendy's a nice girl.
She's smart, she's beautiful, and she loves you."

"Yeah," I grinned at that. "And honest, Dad? Is she loyal too?"

"Well..." he looked confused.

They both did and I hadn't expected that at all. My parents always
seemed so sure of themselves, so confident in everything they did and
said. Now they sat there not knowing what to say and it made me feel
sort of happy for some strange reason.

"You'll just have to stop seeing this girl," Mom decided. "You don't
need her. She's no good for you."

"You don't even know her," I snorted, seriously rebuking my mother for
the first time in my life.

"We don't have to, Jim," Dad told me, agreeing with Mom, of course.
"We're your parents and we know what's best for you."

You two are insane! I wanted to shout, but I didn't.

"You should know her, Dad," I replied calmly and that made him
curious.

"Why?"

"Because she's your daughter," I said with a thin smile. "Her mom told
us yesterday, just before she kicked me out of her house."

Dad just stared at me.

"Who's her mother?" Mom asked, looking between me and her husband with
big blue eyes.

"Vicky," I said. "I don't know what her maiden name was, but she knows
you, Dad."

"Vicky..." he said to himself, looking down for a second. "Vicky Vale?"

"Vicky Vale?" Mom echoed. "That was your baby?"

"I don't know," he said slowly.

"But it could've been?" she stared at him. "Tell me!"

"We were at Bible Camp," Dad told us. "Before you were pregnant with
Jim, we, um...Yeah, it could've been mine, I suppose."

"Great!" Mom's face had turned red and I'd never seen her quite that
mad before. "So now you've got two bastards running around. Are there
any others I should know about?"

"Two?" I blinked at her, wondering if my mom had just called me a
bastard and then...Can a girl be a bastard?

"I didn't know, Karen," Dad said. "Vicky never told me I was the
father."

"And you never wondered?" she rolled her eyes. "You fucked her and
nine months later she has a baby and it never crossed your mind to
ask?"

"Why go looking for trouble?" he asked with a chuckle, but followed it
quickly with a contrite frown. "She was an easy fuck, Karen. It could
have been anyone's..."

"Was she a virgin?" Mom asked.

"...baby and I figured...What?"

"Was Vicky a virgin when you fucked her?"

"Uh, the first time...Yeah," he nodded. "So?"

"So you have no idea if she was an easy fuck after you were done with
her," Mom snorted. "It's yours, Dave...This Ginny girl. She's yours."

"Well, hold on..." Dad held up his hands. "Just because Vicky says so,
that doesn't make it true."

"What does she look like?" Mom asked me.

"Um, I dunno...Like her mom mostly, I guess."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yeah. Ginny's beautiful," I replied, knowing she probably wasn't, but
I thought so anyway, so I wasn't lying.

"Really?" Dad smiled, but Mom didn't take that news happily.

"Well, stay away from her," she commanded. "You're not going to have
another girlfriend. Is that clear?"

"Yeah," I sighed, wishing I could stand up to her just once, but Mom
was right too. I couldn't have my sister for a girlfriend, so I wasn't
gonna argue anyway.

"Are you done eating?"

"I'm not very hungry anymore."

"Okay." Mom offered me a compassionate smile laced with something else
entirely. "Let's go upstairs, Jimmy. I know how to make you feel
better."

"Ummm...I should clean up and..."

"Your father can take care of the mess," she said, shooting him a
dirty look. "He needs the practice."

"But..." I wanted to say no and find some excuse not to spend the night
with Karen, but Mom wasn't going to let me off the hook. She needed to
reassert herself as the woman in my life, Wendy notwithstanding, and
there was only one sure way to do that.

I should have said no, but I didn't and I really hated myself
sometimes.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Yeah! Oh...Mom..." I sighed, grunting softly as she took all of my cock
into her mouth and throat.

I'd barely gotten my pants off before she'd pushed me onto the bed and
started to perform a sexy strip tease. I'd never really imagined that
watching a woman take off a conservative business suit could be hot,
but Mom knew how to dance! Apparently she'd worked her way through
college working at someplace called Pure Platinum out by the airport,
but maybe she was only teasing me. Either way, by the time Mom started
prancing in her g-string and heels, my balls ached!

"Ummm...That's good...Ahhh..." I moaned as she did it again, pushing her
luscious lips down the shaft without pausing.

She replied with a muffled purr, a sensation more than a sound, and
the thin vibrations teased my already throbbing erection mercilessly.
My mother, I decided, was beyond a doubt the best cocksucker in the
world. She held her breath, along with my cock, for half a minute at
least and all the while her hands were busy stroking my thighs and
squeezing my hips. Her tongue would somehow wriggle beneath the thick
shaft and tickle my balls. She did everything and the effect was to
bring me off in record time.

"I'm cumming! Mom!" I felt the familiar pulsing of my prick and Mom
didn't even have to swallow.

My semen had a straight shot into her tummy and it couldn't have been
a long journey. Her nose and lips and chin were pressed tightly
against my groin and I held her like that while my balls quickly
emptied their creamy load. Only when she slapped my thighs gently and
pushed did I reluctantly release my desperate grip, letting my fingers
slip through her golden mane as Mom sat back on her heels and licked
her lips.

"Is that enough foreplay?" she teased me, red faced and panting for
air. "I love sucking your cock."

"It's pretty nice for me too," I laughed weakly, wondering if I'd be
able to get hard again or not.

I'd fucked Kylie three times that day and near the end, holding her
back against my chest while we made love in the shower, I'd known for
certain that I loved her. Just as I knew I loved Karen, my mother, and
she'd quelled the rebellion in my heart quickly and ruthlessly. I
didn't pretend to understand why or how it happened, I only know it
did. When we were together, she owned me and any independence I might
have enjoyed was only an illusion that she allowed for her own
perverse pleasure.

But knowing that didn't help me.

"Just relax," Mom sighed, massaging me much like Kylie had earlier in
the day. "You've had a lot on your mind, just let it go now. I'm here...
I'll take care of you."

"Mmmm..." I sighed, lying on my stomach with Mom's bare pussy rubbing my
naked butt. She sat on me, just like Kylie had, and squeezed my
shoulders.

"You know I haven't been sleeping with your father, right?"

"You haven't?"

"Not since that first night we were together," she said softly. "I
haven't had sex with anyone else but you."

"And Wendy," I grunted weakly as she pressed on my back with her
palms.

"That wasn't sex," Mom said with a laugh. "I just wanted to put the
little slut in her place."

"I guess you did."

"I'll never fuck anyone else," she whispered. "Only you."

"Okay," I breathed.

"Can you promise me the same thing?"

"Ummmm..." I took a deep breath.

"Jimmy?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I love you, but...I wanna get
married someday and..."

"I might be pregnant," she said, letting herself down gently to lie on
my back the way Kylie had.

"You mean..."

"I started taking fertility pills last week," she breathed into my
ear. "I was ovulating, but I wanted to make sure."

"Make sure?" She wanted to have a baby? Most girls were terrified of
getting pregnant, like Ginny.

"I wanted to wait until I knew for certain before I told you, but..."

"But Mom, that's...We can't have a baby!" I turned my head to stare at
her.

"Yes we can," she giggled. "I'll know for sure in a few days, but I
can feel it, Jimmy. You put a baby inside me, I'm sure of it."

"What about Dad?" I asked, feeling sorta numb right then.

"What about him?" Mom sighed happily. "We'll have to tell everyone
that it's his, of course. Your father's name will be on the birth
certificate, but we'll know the truth."

"Does he know?" I asked. "That you're trying to get pregnant, I mean?
Did you tell him?"

"I don't think it'll surprise him too much," she shrugged and kissed
my cheek snuggling closer with her breasts rubbing my back.

"He's gonna kill me."

"No," she said. "He'll accept it. He knows how much I love you."

"Yeah, but...a baby...Jesus, Mom..." I closed my eyes and I wasn't sure how
I should feel.

It seemed like one of those black and white things, you know? Like a
guy would either be really happy about it, or else he'd be pretty
upset. I should have been one of the upset guys probably...but a baby. I
was going to be a father? Part of me sorta liked the idea because we
had been making love, I had no doubt about that. I hadn't just been
fucking my mom, I'd loved her and I still loved her. Except she was my
mom!

"So you can understand why I don't want you seeing that other girl,"
Mom told me. "This is a special time for us and I need you, Jimmy. The
baby needs you."

"If you're pregnant, you mean."

"I am," she laughed lightly. "I think it happened that morning we made
love on the washing machine."

"What?" I knew she had to be teasing me, but she almost sounded
serious.

"No, really." Mom kissed my shoulder. "I could feel it. Your sperm
found my egg and it's growing inside me. Do you want to feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The baby!" she giggled again, sliding off my body and I rolled onto
my side to face her.

"I think it would be a little too small," I laughed nervously, but Mom
had already taken my hand in hers and she pressed my fingers low on
her tummy.

"I know," she nodded, both of us looking at my hand as I touched her
warm flesh. "But it's in there, Jimmy. A boy or a girl...Maybe even
twins."

"One of each?" I smiled, feeling Mom's happiness sparking something
inside me. She made it impossible not to love her.

"Kiss it," she urged me. "Kiss my tummy for luck, Jimmy."

I had little choice as Mom pushed me down by the shoulders, cradling
my face to her perfect body while I kissed her tummy. I hugged her
too, wrapping my arms around her slender waist and kissing her. I
licked her silky skin and tasted the faint saltiness of her sweat. I
nibbled at her belly button and my cock had miraculously grown stiff
once again.

My mother seemed entirely too beautiful and the idea of her being
pregnant wasn't what bothered me. I could imagine her with a swollen
tummy and milk-filled breasts, and glowing the way pregnant women do.
Mom would look amazing, I was sure, and I would have been truly happy
for her if it had only been my father's baby we were talking about. A
baby brother or sister? I'd have been overjoyed, but to have a baby of
my own...

"We're going to have our own family," she whispered, playing with my
hair and pushing my kisses lower. "We're going to be so happy
together, Jimmy."

"Mmmm..." I sighed, licking across her mound as Mom spread her thighs.
Her thong had come off long before and I could feel her golden pubic
hair tickling my face. I could smell her sharp and tangy wet with
excitement as I kissed the wrinkled knot of her clitoris.

Mom lifted her ass off the bed as my tongue traced the contours of her
plump vulva. Her pussy lips were coral pink, long and greasy with her
juices and I could taste her bitter-sweet on my tongue. I kissed the
mouth of her womb, where the baby would be barely formed, and we'd
created it. My mother and me, we'd made a baby and it would be unique
and one of a kind and perfect that way. Our baby.

"Hmmm...Jimmy," Mom sighed, pulling my mouth against her hole and I knew
what she liked.

I stiffened my tongue and pushed it between her labia, wriggling it
around while I suckled noisily at the very cunt which had birthed me.
I swallowed her juices and felt the soft walls of Mom's sex quivering
around my tongue. Her entire body seemed to contract and relax,
growing tight with her impending orgasm while I made love to her with
my mouth. She came quickly, gasping loudly and bouncing her butt while
I held her with my arms around her thighs. The full flavor of my
mother's passion flooded my mouth and I drank her greedily until she
could relax and draw me closer.

"I love you," she breathed kissing my wet face and pushing her tongue
inside my cummy mouth to taste herself.

And my cock stood long and thick and stiff against her pussy. All I
had to do was push and I didn't hesitate, not for a single heartbeat.
I thrust my cock inside her once again, kissing her desperately and
surrendering to my terrible, wonderful curse. I loved her too, but not
as my mother. She was carrying my child and even if she wasn't, the
idea was in me now. I wanted her to have my baby and maybe this time
we'd do it. If she wasn't already pregnant, I thought, we'd just have
to make love until she was.

I had to be insane!

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"Stay inside me," Mom whispered happily. "Don't get up yet."

"I'm gonna be late for school," I sighed, lying between her legs with
my chest against her perfect tits.

She looked so beautiful with the morning sun falling over her face,
lighting up her immaculate blue eyes and giving her thick blonde hair
a golden radiance. My morning erection still throbbed weakly into her
womb, the last of my orgasm joining hers. Mom hugged me, refusing to
let me go even though she had to get ready for work. We'd slept
together the way we always did, and I'd dreamt of her being pregnant
and swollen and happy. I couldn't remember all of my dream, but I
remember that much and I'd been happy too.

"You make me feel complete," she told me. "I was so empty before,
Jimmy. So lonely without you."

"I love you," I said watching her eyes as they seemed to search my
face.

"I believe you." She offered me a warm smile. "Do you know how many
boys have told me that?"

"No," I shook my head. "How many?"

"All of them," she giggled. "The first time a man told me that I was
ten and I let him...touch me."

"Mom..." I sighed, hearing the sadness in her voice and I didn't know
where it was coming from so suddenly.

"I didn't know any better," she whispered. "He told me he loved me and
then he fucked me and...made me promise not to tell."

"I'm sorry," I said, kissing her eyes.

"And I never did," she smiled. "Not until now. I'm telling you because
I love you and you should know about me."

"I love you too."

"You're the only one I can trust..."

"You can trust Dad, right?"

"...because you're a part of me," she said. "You're inside me and
everyone else is a stranger."

"Mom..." I kissed her lips, not knowing what else to say or do.

"You won't hurt me...Will you, Jimmy?"

"No," I whispered. "I'll never hurt you, Mom."

"That girl, even if she's your sister, don't love her," she said.
"Promise me."

"I don't know if, um..." I blinked at her, wanting to tell my mom what
she wanted to hear, but I couldn't lie to her.

"Shhh..." she sighed, tightening her legs around my waist and without
really knowing it, we'd been making love again.

My hips moved slowly, sliding my cock between her pussy lips and into
the cum filled depths of Mom's womb. I felt the need to pee and it
would take me a long time to cum again, if I even could. My balls felt
empty and my cock wasn't nearly so stiff as it usually got, only
enough that we could make love one more time. I had to get up, but she
needed me and Mom wouldn't let me go. She kissed my face and held my
shoulders, pulling me into her with her heels pressed against the
small of my back.

"Hey, Motherfucker!" Wendy seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing
in the open doorway of my bedroom with a grin. "Are we going to school
or what? It's almost seven already."

"Go away!" Mom groaned loudly, not taking her eyes off me. "Leave us
alone."

"Fine!" Wendy snorted. "But if I miss my chemistry test, you can
explain it to my mom!"

She left without bothering to close the bedroom door, but it had been
open all night anyway. We never closed the doors in our house, except
maybe the bathroom door.

"Don't worry about her," Mom giggled softly. "She's just jealous."

"I didn't even know she was here," I said with a weak laugh. "Wendy.
God."

"She'll be okay," Mom sighed. "After you forgive her, she'll calm
down."

"Forgive her?" I shook my head at that idea. "I don't even know if I
want to."

"I know...Put my legs up...Yeah...Like that..." She smiled getting her knees
over my shoulders so I could really fuck her. "You just have to...Oh!"

"Ummm!" I grinned as Mom's eyes went wide. I'd slammed my cock into
her pussy hard and fast.

"Uh-huh!" she nodded. "Like that."

"Like this?" I pulled back until just the head of my cock was inside
her and drove into her again, getting a loud bang out of the
headboard.

"Ugh!" she grunted softly and then again as I fucked her quickly,
determined to cum one more time before we really had to get up.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"We're half an hour late," Wendy pouted beside me as I drove us to
school. "What is she? Some kind of nymphomaniac?"

"Shut-up," I rolled my eyes. Like she was one to talk? Yeah right!

"You could fuck me once in awhile, you know!" She crossed her arms
over her tits and frowned. "It isn't fair. I'm the one who loves you,
Jimmy."

"She loves me too," I shrugged, finding it easier to ignore the girl
since my balls felt completely drained.

"Yeah! Your mom!" she snorted. "She never told me I'd have to watch
you guys fuck everyday for the rest of my life."

"What did she tell you?" I wondered because I sorta knew they'd made a
deal, but I had no idea what it was exactly.

"Forget it," Wendy sighed. "She's not coming on our honeymoon, I'll
tell you that much!"

"Honeymoon?" I laughed and that finally got Wendy to smile. She knew
she was being kind of ridiculous.

"I'm sorry. God! She just makes me kind of crazy, you know?" Wendy
said, leaning close and hugging my arm while I drove. "I love you so
much, it hurts sometimes."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I know the feeling."

"I'm sorry, okay?" She stared at me and I had to look back at her.
Fuck! Wendy looked gorgeous as ever!

I wasn't even thinking about sex, not like I usually did when we were
together, so I couldn't blame that. I'd been in love with the girl for
over a year and I still loved her. When she smiled, it felt like she'd
kicked me in the balls. When she touched me, I felt hot and cold all
over. Wendy made me happy inside, but the things she'd done made me
feel sick and I couldn't reconcile those two things. I couldn't
forgive her yet, even though I really wanted to.

And now I had a baby to think about!

"What can I do to prove it, Jimmy?" Wendy asked. "Just tell me. I'll
do anything."

"Stop fucking my dad for starters," I suggested.

"Really?" She blinked at me. "But what about your mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to stop fucking her?"

"Ummm..." I wasn't sure what one had to do with other, but I'd never
claimed to be smart either.

"I'll do it!" Wendy told me. "I'll tell him tonight, but you have to
tell your mom."

"Tell her what?"

"That the deal's off!" she said with a giggle. "God! Are you sure?"

"Wendy..." I didn't know what she was talking about, but she seemed to
think I'd already agreed to something.

"I love you so much!" she gushed happily, kissing my cheek and trying
to reach my mouth and I had to fight to keep the car steady.

"Hey..."

"Make love to me! Right here! We can drive out to the Point, okay?"

"We gotta go to school," I protested with a soft laugh. "You've got a
test, remember?"

"Fuck the test!" she laughed, kissing me again. "And fuck me! We can
start all over, just like I told you before. Remember?"

"Wendy..."

"I knew you couldn't stay mad at me forever," she sighed, smiling and
rubbing my chest. "We're meant for each other, Jimmy. It's like fate,
you know?"

"Yeah," I sorta cringed at the word. "I know."

"Where are we going?" Wendy frowned, turning her head as I drove past
the road leading to the Point. "Jimmy! You missed the turn!"

"I skipped school yesterday," I reminded her. "I'll get in trouble if
I skip two days in a row."

"What? But..." She stared at me and then pushed herself away with a
dirty look. "You're not gonna do it, are you?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Motherfucker! That's what you are too! A motherfucker! God!"

"Wendy..." I sighed.

"Why don't you just knock her up while you're at it!"

"What?" I blinked at her, but she didn't seem to notice, thank God.

"You won't forgive me until I stop fucking your dad," she laughed
bitterly. "And he won't stop fucking me until you stop fucking your
mom."

"I just need some time," I muttered, thinking it had been kind of nice
seeing Wendy happy for a few minutes. But now the bitch was back.

"And she won't ever stop fucking you!" Wendy snorted. "God! Maybe we
should break up."

"Huh?"

"I can get any guy I want," she said, talking to herself more than me.
"You're not that hot, Jimmy!"

"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked, feeling like she'd really
kicked me in the balls, and not in the good way!

"You deserve it," Wendy said with a frown. "God! Why do I gotta love
you anyway? It isn't fair!"

"Heh!" I almost smiled at that.

"You think it's funny?" she demanded, curling her hands into little
fists and I shook my head quickly.

"No, not at all," I told her seriously as I turned into the student
parking lot. "I just...I've been saying that for a week."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded with a wry smile. "I keep asking myself why I can't
stop loving you."

"Oh." Wendy just looked at me for a minute, watching as I parked the
car and turned off the motor.

"We're here," I said and then she kissed me!

I kissed her back too, holding Wendy like I'd never let her go, and I
think that's when I finally realized that she loved me. I mean, really
loved me the same way I loved her, and suffered the same sort of
frustration that I felt. Not exactly the same, she'd cheated on me
first after all, but what had I been doing? We hadn't actually broken
up or anything. Wendy was still my girlfriend and I'd had sex with
Mom, Ginny, and Kylie. Except Wendy knew about Mom and she'd brought
me to Kylie's house, but that still left Ginny and that had been more
than just revenge, hadn't it?

My brief and incestuous love affair with Ginny was far from mind right
then, however. I was a little too busy falling in love with Wendy
again, making out with her the way we hadn't since we'd first started
dating. I explored her mouth with my tongue and pressed my hand
against her tits through the thin blouse she wore. I could feel her
bra between us, soft and textured with lace, but entirely in the way.
I brought my other hand up her back, under Wendy's blouse to find the
clasp and let her bra spring loose.

"Yeah," she panted with agreement, struggling in the cramped space to
straddle me with her butt against the steering wheel.

Wendy's tongue chased mine and she tickled the roof of my mouth with
it while her hands worked to loosen my belt and open my jeans. I don't
know how it had happened, but my teenage cock had grown hard once
again. My physical desire was running on fumes, but that would be
enough for us. I had to fuck her. I had to make love to my girlfriend
and feel her pussy around my cock for the first time in my life. I'd
spent a week saying no to the girl and it felt like a lifetime, now
she'd finally found a way to make me say yes.

It felt kinda like being raped, actually, but I was so tired of being
mad all the time.

"Ohhhh..." Wendy moaned, smiling happily with her gypsy hair falling
around her beautiful face and sapphire eyes.

"Wendy...Um...yeah!" I agreed, feeling my cock split her labia as she
pulled her panties aside and took me in the shadows of her skirt.

I couldn't see my cock entering my girlfriend's pussy and I regretted
that, but only for a second as her shining eyes captured mine. Wendy
flushed with pleasure, her cheeks turning pink and her lush lips
curling upward with a delicious smile. I watched her wet tongue move
between them as she took a sharp breath and my cock had reached the
bottom of her sex. She had all of me inside her and we kissed again
while she rode my cock with a gentle grind of her hips.

We didn't have enough room to really fuck, but we didn't have to.
Wendy felt so warm inside, wet and not so tight as Ginny perhaps, but
amazingly comfortable. The walls of her cunt would squeeze my cock as
she tightened her tummy and rocked her hips. I had my hands under her
blouse, holding her firm tits beneath her loose bra, and they weren't
so large as my mom's, but perfect nonetheless. I thumbed her nipples
and pinched them, rolling them gently while we made out.

"Ummm..Jimmy...yes yes yes...Oh!" Wendy gasped and hugged me tightly,
biting my shoulder through my shirt as she found her orgasm.

I felt her cunt spasm and knew my cock was bathing in her juices as it
strained for release, trapped balls deep inside her womb, and I wanted
to fuck Wendy hard and fast, but we couldn't. There just wasn't enough
room for that unless we wanted to move and neither of us could let the
other go. So it took me a long, wonderful time before I could cum.
Wendy had two or three orgasms, big ones that left her wrecked and
giggling breathlessly, kissing me all over, but mine took ten minutes
or maybe even longer than that. And when it finally happened, God! It
felt amazing!

"Aw! Fuck! I love you!" I breathed, squeezing Wendy's shoulders and
pulling her down as if I might somehow get even more of my prick
inside her.

"Jimmy...Yessss..." she sighed, working her sex back and forth as my cum
filled her pussy.

Near the end, every sharp contraction felt like a dull ache as there
just wasn't anything left. I'd given Wendy the last of my sperm, but
it still had to be a lot. That orgasm had been monster! Mom hadn't
drained me completely and I was glad. I mean, it would've been pretty
embarrassing if I hadn't been able to get it up after a year of
waiting. Wendy would've killed me!

I'd fucked her though. I'd made love to my girlfriend finally and we
both knew I'd forgiven her. I had to, I loved Wendy too much to say no
forever. How many guys had fucked her before me? I didn't even care
right then. They hadn't made love to her or seen the look in her eyes,
gotten that secret smile from her lips. Wendy loved me not them, and
she always had. I only wished we'd done this a year ago and I wondered
how much different things might have been.

"I'm gonna have to find something else to call you now," Wendy giggled
after we'd caught our breath and my cock was deflating quickly. My
balls needed a serious vacation.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled at her, not understanding what she meant.

"You're not going to be Motherfucker anymore," she sighed happily,
kissing my jaw and then my lips.

"Wendyfucker?" I suggested with a grin and she rolled her eyes
playfully.

"I was thinking Babymaker," she said with another soft laugh and I
blinked at her.

"Babymaker?"

"I haven't let your dad fuck my pussy in three days," she whispered,
biting my ear gently as we hugged. "I took my temperature this
morning..."

"Uhhh..." I didn't know what that had to do with anything.

"I think I'm ovulating."


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